Roommate!Reth, who always keeps his door unlocked at night incase you need him, in the chance those night terrors you used to talk about come back.
Roommate!Reth, who cooks for the both of you ever night just to hear you compliment his cooking.
Roommate!Reth, who says his shower is broken at least twice a week and insists on using yours, though you figured out he was lying after he came out smelling like your cashmere lotion every time.
Roommate!Reth, who plays music deafeningly loud in his room that you can hear it through the wall, all while he tells you its "To expand your music taste."
Roommate!Reth, lets you lay your head in his lap while watching a movie on the sofa, fingers toying with your hair, but covers it up as "I'm getting the knots out like I did for Tish."
Roommate!Reth leaves yellow sticky notes reminding you about things, or just reminding you about him around the whole house on the days he's not there.
Roommate!Reth, who slips pictures of him and you under your bedroom door after the rare fight in hopes to earn your forgiveness back.
Roommate!Reth, who can afford to live in much better places then this, but won't because it means leaving you behind.
Roommate!Reth, who squeezes his arms around your waist after you crawled into his bed when the AC stopped working because "Your room has natural heating." Apparently.
Roommate!Reth, who's biggest fear is to be forgotten by you.
A/N: Its almost Christmas!!! Merry Christmas to all that celebrate. I think I might do a Christmas fic too.... I hope we like Roommate Reth because i did. He's kinda like Neighbour!Reth but anywho.
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Roommate!Reth ends up curled next to you in bed after the dreams come back.
wc: 744 , gn!reader
Reth hated these nights. The nights that the nightmares about the cartel started up again, the nights where he was held in those dreams, the nights that he sobbed until he vomited when he finally escaped the dreams, the nights that he had to make you worry.
The dreams had started up again when Tish got ill for the second time a few months ago, though they were never as frequent as they were now. It was the same scene over and over again, him promising his life away to make her just that little bit better and getting too deep to back out. And he could never wake up until the dream was done. He’d tried all the remedies in the city, and seen all the specialists, but nothing helped like the sweetness of you.
Despite knowing about Reth’s business with the cartel, he had never told you about the dreams. He wouldn’t dare make you worried about him, and in his mind he could fight everything on his own forever. So when nights like this did happen, he made up excuses to be in your bed, to be close to the only thing that seemed to make these feelings leave him be. It didn’t matter if you two labelled yourselves as roommates to everyone else. Behind closed doors you were closer then close, even if none of you ever said it.
“You feeling ok?” You muttered towards Reth who’s got his face buried in a pillow and his coppery mop of curls sprayed out like a fan. His arms were curled around your waist in a tight hug, squeezing just enough so that you weren't uncomfortable, but he was grounded. Your bed wasn’t the biggest being only a queen, but you made it work if one of you laid on your side against the wall, today being Reth's turn.
“ ’M missing home.” His voice murmured through the plush pillow. You sighed and toyed with his curls, wrapping them up around your finger and letting go. This was the 3rd time in two weeks he was missing home, which was two too many for normal.
“Why were you crying before?” You whisper, wiping the sleep from corners of his eyes.
Despite his best efforts, Reth was never good at being discreet with anything he ever did, often leading you to spoil surprises or walk in on moments. Including overhearing the tears of tonight. It was painful to listen too, not in the way that it sounded bad, in the way it wasn't your place to push to help him. He had always been the type of guy to not burden people with his problems, but you made sure to make him aware that you were here when he needed, and maybe these nights were when he needed most.
Reth’s eyebrows scrunched together, his grip on your waist loosening as if he was getting ready to fight or flight. With a slight shake of his head he whispered,
“Let's not talk about it tonight. All that's important is that you're here.” You stay quiet, deciding it wasn’t worth the argument, and you’d let him figure it out.
Reth starts to tighten his arms back around you, and buries his face in the crook of your neck, before placing a kiss that could have been missed if you weren't paying attention to your collarbone. You slow down at curling his hair in your fingers, gazing down at his purple lips sitting flush on your shoulder. You were exactly what he needed in life, and he was what you needed. No one would speak about tonight again, you were just roommates after all. Plus he’d be back in your bed next week anyways, and the cycle would continue.
You were about to call him out on the kiss like you always did, until you felt his chest rise and fall against you, his breath even with sleep. A smile stretched over your lips before placing a kiss on each of his eyelids. You snuggled back into him, intertwining your body with his before you ever so slowly let the night take you in. Even if you slept lightly to make sure Reth was ok, you’d do it again each night forever.
Your friends and family always said you two acted more as a couple then roommates though both of you always denied it. But maybe they were right. Maybe this was more than a friendship.
A/N: 2 fics in 1 week is a rare occasion. I'm going on holidays next week and wanted to get ahead of 1 fic per week minimum by posting today. I had this pop into my mind at work today while filling a bucket of ice. I do love this and I think I'll try dad Reth when I write next, I also am obsessed with Yung Gravy, and still Nam-gyu from squid game, so Nam-gyu fics are present in my mind. Anyways, have a beautiful time doing what your doing, and my requests box is always open to chat or give requests <3
You grab the bedsheet and dab at the tears rolling down your cheeks. For the 3rd time this week you’ve hidden yourself away instead of dealing with problems that are too big to squish down, and they’re about to burst open. Today had been a foul day in the best of terms. You’d been asked to put in more unpaid hours at work to finish an upcoming project, then one of your longest known friends had said they needed a ‘break’ from you, and finally as you were getting out of the shower, your phone dropped and smashed on the tiles, scattering the screen. The same phone you got for your birthday last week.
Which led you to this moment, crying under the covers while trying not to wake Reth up through these paper thin walls. He didn’t need to deal with you anyways. You adored him for being your roommate, but he gets so caught up in trying to make people laugh that he forgets to think about the real issue.
Picking up your phone while trying not to catch your finger on it, you glance at the cracked screen, checking the time. With a sigh you roll back over in your bed. There was no chance you’d accidentally wake him up. Reth would have been asleep ages ago, always making a point of saying, “Winter is time for early nights and soup.. Definitely soup.” Maybe it was time to try and forget about the day if you were thinking about his soup quotes.
You shimmy under the covers more, pulling them tight around you, then let the rest of your tears roll down your cheeks slowly. You could worry more tomorrow, and all you wanted to do was lay in your bed by yourself. Now was time for sleep.
As you finish sniffling, the faint sound of your doorknob turning reaches your ears. You quickly paw at your snotty nose to try and cover up any trace of crying, and pretend to be asleep.
The door clicks back shut softly, and the sound of soft footsteps trot towards your bed. Reth’s footsteps. How you knew they were his? You didn’t have a clue. But it was him.
Your bed wasn't a stranger to Reth. He’d come in and sleep there after a particularly bad night, or if he felt lonely, but the last time that happened was a while ago..
He crawls up the foot of the bed with the mattress dipping, believing you're asleep and trying not to wake you, before he slithers under the blankets with a content hum.
You finally crack an eye open to see Reth curled up with a stuffed chapaa called Randy he got you for your birthday. Why was tonight the night he didn’t like his own bed? He’d been like bees to a honey pot with you lately which would have been fine if you weren’t pulling your hair out constantly about the world around you.
“What are you doing?” You half spit out at him. He opens his eyes and an ever knowing grin stretches across his face.
“You’ve got a little something there sweet-tooth-” He snorts, points a slender finger towards your nose. You mustn't have wiped all the snot off your nose as he was coming in. What a great addition to the evening for him to know you were crying
“Do you need a hand?” He laughs, thinking he’s the best comedian to exist. He must have taken the hint at your expression growing madder because he pulls his finger back just as you shove his hand off you, patting Randy on the head as he raises an eyebrow.
“I need to know why you’re in my bed, Keita. You have a bed in your room don’t you? So go use it.” You snarl, wiping the snot off before shoving his arm away from you. You couldn't remember the last time you snapped at him. He was such a precious soul but he never understood how people were feeling until it was right in his face.
Reth did know though, when the last name got used, he was about to get a mouthful from you, which made him feel a little less needed each time it happened.
His eyes widened as you shoved his arm away, scooting back in your bed slightly. He didn’t mean to make you upset- He was just trying to be funny. It worked almost every other time..
You glared at him, waiting to see what would come out from his mouth next. You wouldn’t make him leave, you actually prefer him just to be here quietly with you, which was rare but why was he in your bed in the first place?
“My heater stopped working and I thought I’d just sleep here to warm up.. You do it with me so I thought you’d be ok with it, but I can leave-” He stammers out, running a hand through his mop of curls.
His heater stopped working. You’ve crawled into bed with him before when you had stopped thanks to the terrible landlord, but you always thought he hated it when you did it.
You look at him, really look at him, then smile softly.
“I don’t want you to leave. I’ll get cold.” His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas, lunging forwards and wrapping his arms around you, before rolling over and taking you with him. You squeal, burying your face in his chest.
“This moment could almost top the time I made that one soup. Maybe I should call it heater soup.” He laughs, placing a hand onto your back. You wrap your arms around his slutty waist, gathering all the heat you can.
Maybe sharing your problems with someone wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.
A/N: This was my first time doing a fic where I don't write it in one go. I like the start, but the ending does feel a little rushed because I was sick of looking at it in my google docs. I may come back to it one day, but I'm keen to write for Duncan on TDI too. Anyways, I hope you all have a beautiful time doing whatever you have planned. I'm re-designing my Animal Crossing Island. <3
About: Boyfriend!Reth 'celebrating' your birthday with tears
Wc: 511
Tags: gn!reader, could be modern au if you squint, a sprinkle of angst, straddling, more crying
You sit perched atop of Reth’s lap while his head buried into your shoulder, his coppery mop of hair tickling your cheek as he sobbed uncontrollably into you. Purple hands clutched hard into your upper arms, leaving half-moons imprinted into your skin like furniture that had sat on carpet for too long. Tonight wasn’t supposed to go like this.
Tonight was supposed to be special. Tonight was supposed to be your birthday night. Tonight was supposed to be a night for you to stop worrying about others and let yourself be taken care of for once, and now Reth was clung to you like a tree. His sobs were shaky as he tried to calm himself back to a semi-normal state and his breath was still husky against the nape of your neck.
“But you're getting old, and then you’ll forget about me.” He sucked in a breath and wiped the tears burning at the corner of his eyes before looking up at you, his lower lip trembling just at the sight of you.
To him, you were everything. His lifeline and his peace. Even if he just catches a glimpse of the way that tacky smile grows on your face after making a stupid joke, or the way you move your hands constantly while talking, that's enough to make him happy for years. But with that joy comes the loom of guilt in the depth of his stomach. The guilt of knowing he’s dragged you into a mess bigger than he could explain. Even when you reassure him that it doesn't matter to you, the sick feeling grows stronger every day. You were one of the last precious things the cartel hadn’t taken from him and he didn't want to have anything else taken away.
“I’m not going to forget about you Reth.. Who’ll cook me lettuce soup when I’m sick?” You run a smooth hand over his hair, his curls that were once in thick locs coil around your hand like a suction to a wall.
You try and take his mind off whatever's going around in that head of his and place a kiss to the point of his ear peaking out of his hair.
“You look really pretty with your hair like this.” you catch a smile, not for long, but it's a smile at least, his ocean eyes studying your face while he unlatches his hands from your arms, and places them on your hips, turning you around so you're straddling him. His firm hands hold a grip at your hips as he lays his head back into the crook of your shoulder, inhaling the perfume that lies on top of your skin.
“You think I look pretty all the time. But words can’t explain how much better you look than soup.” His breath tickles your neck as he places a tender kiss to your collarbone before his eyes flutter to a close.
Tonight might just be a slow night, but the slower it goes the more time is spent with you while he has you.
A/N: I decided to stop being lazy and do a YouTube Pilates workout and then make boba before this. I had 0 clue where this was going but I do think its cute <3 This was also based off my birthday coming up soon and I can be a little self indulgent if I'd like 🙂↕️ The new Animal Crossing update came out and I'm loving it so so much its so perfect plus i got a new cursor which is Megumi and his demon dog themed. And as always have a beautiful day or night doing whatever you do<3
A Christmas Surprise from Roommate!Reth (⤶More Roommate!Reth)
WC: 651, Fem!Reader
“Ouch!” Reth yelps through the wall, just loud enough to wake you up from your already terrible sleep. You glance at your phone, a photo of Reth in an apron reading ‘Kiss the cook’ fills the screen as you check the time. 1:34am. You toss back over in your bed squeezing your eyes shut so you can try and fall asleep again. Lately the sleep you’ve been getting was terrible. Like I’ve-been-awake-20-hours-and-can’t-even-doze-off terrible. Maybe it was because your thoughts were filled with a certain purple guy that probably had no interest in being more than roommates with you. No. It was definitely because Christmas eve was here, and that you never slept well before Christmas. But what even was the exciting part about Christmas anymore? It wasn’t the nostalgic magical holiday you remember, you didn’t get presents, and Reth apparently already had plans on Christmas day. It was just a regular day now. It sounded silly, but you yearned for a Christmas where you woke up and presents were piled under the tree, and the strobing lights of the tree shone over the living room. You mentioned it to Reth a few months ago when he was busy, with him saying you could go to Tish’s house, But somethings, you reminded yourself, just can’t happen.
With a groan, you get up off the tangled sheets and move towards your wardrobe. It's overfilling and stuffed with clothes, but who cares. You just need something other than underwear on. You just grab the easiest thing to pull out, a pair of Paul Frank pajama pants that are 100% Reth’s and slide them onto your legs, letting them sit just on the side of your hips. Next you grab a red singlet that should have been donated years ago and throw it on. The lace of the straps tickle your shoulder as one hand reaches for the door knob, the other one rubbing your eyes.
You open the bedroom door, stepping into the living room.
“Reth it’s 1:30 in the-” The sight alone makes you stop dead. In front of you is a Christmas tree, filled with every colour light imaginable, two stockings hang from the shelf, and paper snowflakes are littered around the walls. Under and around the tree sits piles and piles of presents in a multitude of wrapping paper patterns.
Your hands are covering your mouth, barely being able to take in the sight from the tears building a wall in your eyes.
Then the best thing of all sits off to the side like a present hidden behind the tree, watching you with the dorkiest smile someone could make. You screw your face up, tears spilling out of your eyes and you hold your arms out, walking towards Reth who’s standing in the hallway. He meets you with a squeeze, not letting go until you let go first.
“Thank you so- so much.” you choke, slowly pulling back off him to look around once more.
“Wait- are they happy tears? No no- I didn’t mean to make you cry- I thought this was what you wanted, you told me...” His voice full of worry dies down when you raise your eyebrows, a chuckle leaving you mouth.
“They’re happy tears, Reth. I’m happy.” You giggle, brushing the wet streaks off your cheeks. He smiles, and when he does you think you can see pink falling on his cheeks, but he turns away into the kitchen before you can double check.
“Someone dropped me off a present.” He chuckles before waltzing back out into the living, with an apron that has ‘Worlds Sexiest Chef’ printed on the front in bold letters. You snort, snatching his phone from the table to take a photo to send to yourself for later. You skim past the lock screen in the moment, a photo of you curled up on his chest not even registering in your mind.
A/N: I've had such a full week, but i needed to give you guys my Christmas gift. I wrote this while having a pounding headache so it may not be the best, but feedback is always appreciated <3
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Y'all I was gonna write and post a Roommate!Reth fic tonight but my house just got broken into and I don't think I can whip up anything today. Though now I can brew some thoughts on the fic 🦗🦗
