#And They Were Roommates

[icarusredwings]

People can be roommates and not have anything going on, right? They can share a home and take turns doing dishes without some kind of intense mutal pining ... right? Roommates can adopt an old ugly little dog together. It doesn't mean anything. Never has never will. You can infact have a roommate without falling madly in love with them to the point you become solely dependent on them, so severely that every fiber in your being feels lost without them. Hell, You can even be roommates without one of you having cancer and the other a substance abuse problem.

That's just a fact.

But THESE bitches?

Sorry but THESE bitches will ALWAYS be more then just roommates.

These bitches will always be far more intertwined in each others lives the anyone else ever could.

[vavialdavi]

"Loathing"

"Loathing"

Whatever you sing, b-. I only hear "Loving"

[wickedisback]

Girlfriends 🩷💚

WICKED (2024) dir. Jon M. Chu

[dreadpirateurania13]

yknow what would be a funny clever joke to insert somewhere in they were roommates? imagine someone ask hugo if he's "a friend of dorothy" which is double meaning to literally askin if he's varian's, the next dorothy, friend or if he's gay

and hugo just pauses like "...is this a trick question" cuz frankly, he's both 🤣

overall tho, if yar Varian Gale's friend, automatically yar givin away yar ass is 🌈 which seems to ring true considering Varian's circle of friends /j

(also hi hiii !! I'm so so happy you liked the fanart i made for your fic and it was really cool to hear that you filled in the gaps in the lore, it was so seamless I must applaud your mind cuz you absolutely cooked !! 💗)

FRIEND I AM AN UTTER FOOL

Idk how I missed this. Twas digging through my (backlogged) inbox today and found this absolutely LOVELY MESSAGE FROM YOU!!! SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP RN shit had me giggling and smiling.

You are extremely correct about Hugo (and more than a few of Varian’s friends) being a friend of Dorothy (or Varian hehehehe)

I ADORE YOUR ART!!! I regularly pull up the fanart you made for my fic while I’m writing. The motivation boost it gives me is indescribable. Seriously, you are so sweet. Thank you!!!!!!

[itsmiahshemakessense]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES (but canon)

so we know there will be a graduation scene and they'll probably go off to college and stuff with like el narrating the end of the episode, i just NEED her to be like 'and mike and will went to xyz university, they now share a dorm.' creating a CANON COLLEGE AU. help this has been stuck in my head all day

[readwritealldayallnight]

I would love a take on boyfriend Ghost coming home to surprise you, but he finds your bed empty and doesn't realize that you are in his room in his bed. Thanks.

The placebo effect, was what he kept trying to convince you it had to be, no matter how many times you rolled your eyes and told him he was wrong

How else could one explain your insistence that Simon’s bed smelled so much like him, becoming your safe space when he was away on long deployments, when he only ever slept with you in your bed most nights to begin with

Hard to believe it was nearly three years ago now that you’d told your friend since childhood, Johnny, about how your search for a new flat was going miserably. You remember how he’d perked up and recounted with a mischievous glint in his eye about how his Lieutenant was apparently searching for a flat mate at the moment, someone who’d be looking after the place while he was away for work

Unsure about living with a strange man you’d never met before, but trusting Johnny’s judgement (though the way he seemed just a bit too eager about this meeting did kind of throw you off-) you had reluctantly agreed to meet with him and at least give the flat a glance before you simply turned him down

It wasn’t until you were knocking at the door of the address Johnny had written down for you, that you’d realized he’d never even given you the man’s goddamn name, only ever referring to him at Lieutenant or LT

Johnny apparently also failed to mention the absolute SIZE of the guy, his huge frame blocking nearly all of the light from behind him as he had swung the door open and stood in the doorway before you

In a slight panic, thrown off by the massive man before you and the way the butterflies in your stomach suddenly began to flutter at the sight of him, you had greeted him for the first time with a squeaky, unsure voice saying ‘Um, hi, are you the Mr Lieutenant?’ (something he has never let you live down since)

He knew then and there that you would be the one

Not just his flatmate (though what a generous flatmate he was when he offered insisted on moving all your boxes out of your old place and into his that very same day), but the one, something he reluctantly had to give Soap credit for, seeing as he was the one who wouldn’t stop talking his ear off about you

You would be his other half, his better half

And all these years later, the two bedroom flat truly only acted as a one bedroom, considering that from the start Simon was always falling into your bed with you at the end of each night, limbs tangled together under the warmth of a lovers embrace a thousand times more comforting than an actual comforter

Still though, that first time Simon had to be gone for work longer than a few weeks, you found the lingering odor of him clinging to his bedsheets to be one of the few things keeping you sane in his absence, taking to sleeping in his room for the time being, imagining that the pillow you cling to your front was a strong muscular arm instead, littered in scars and tattoos you feel confident you could recognize from touch alone

And when his long awaited flight back home to you landed a few hours earlier than expected, tires touching down in the dark, stillness of late night hour, he decided he’d surprise you and come straight home, rather than calling you to meet him at the base like you’d insisted, not wanting to wake you

Barely able to contain himself, he decided the elevator ride up to the seventh floor would take too long, take away precious seconds that brought him closer to you, and so up the flight of stairs he went, taking them two or three at a time, rushing to see the face etched behind his eyelids every time he closed his eyes, to hear the voice that haunted his dreams each night

Quietly as a man his size could, he crept into the flat, snuck his way into your room, expecting to see your sweet, sleeping form cuddled up amongst the blankets and pillows. But his heart dropped when he noticed the bed was still perfectly made, not a thread out of place.

Trying to remain calm, though his mind was instantly swarming with every possible scenario that could have taken place, he knew he saw your shoes and jacket by the door, you couldn’t have gone far… but where were you?

He glanced into the living room, wondering if he missed you sleeping on the couch after a long day, he poked his head into the bathroom, even went so far as to check the small balcony, but finally there was only one door left to open.

And there you were, safe and sound, a tiny ball curled up into the center of his huge bed, clinging to one of his old masks and holding it close to your chest as though it were a security blanket (you’d been sleeping in his bed so much you needed something that still smelled strongly of him, you were getting desperate)

Stripping himself down to only his boxers, he tiptoed towards the side of the bed, his mind finally feeling more at peace than he ever had, gently pulling the sheets back just enough for him to slip in behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you into his muscular chest

Though it should be alarming to suddenly feel a pair of hands roaming over your skin, a body holding you firmly against their own, it’s as though your body knows who it is before your mind does

Any tension you were still holding onto during his absence instantly melts away, your own hands coming to land over top of his, giving a slight squeeze of acknowledgment, not yet willing to fully leave your half asleep state, but needing to touch him, to confirm he really is here

“Hmm,” You hum, voice groggy with sleep and a smile slowly stretching across your lips, snuggling further into his embrace. “You’re home.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, breathing you in, wishing he could bottle up the scent of your shampoo and lotions and perfumes, if only to have something to hold onto while he’s away, understanding now why he found you in this bed rather than your own

“I am.” He whispers into your hair, sensing that you’re already drifting back into dream land, safe in his arms and his bed, knowing he’ll be there when you wake. He feels his chest tighten when he knows that you weren’t talking about the fact that he’s physically home, in the flat, but something more, something much more, because he means the same thing when he tells you, “You’re my home too, love.”

[tamaytsuki]

I drew this some time ago and while looking through my drafts i thought: "hey, i should post this!". So here it is, Klance as Roommates (because this is a completely original idea that no one has ever done before).

Anyway, i could draw more of this AU, idk. I thought about turning this into a fic, but my writting is shit and my english is mediocre, so maybe not. *shrugs*

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

Always the bridesmaid never the bride

[supine-ly]

misunderstandings incoming…

fanart for Existential Crisis Mode, an absolutely amazing fic written by @luciaintheskyainthi seriously this fic has me waiting on hands and knees for every update it’s so good

[cronchy-baguette]

They both bought flowers

[ro-bee]

modern au thing

[honestlydarkprincess]

Them: you realize you've already written this trope countless times...

Me:

[coolranchflavor]

gosh, this shot in particular is really romantic 🫢

[aria-greenhoodie]

“College roommates” huh?

Click for Quality!

[strawlessandbraless]

There are two things I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay. Two, you are not going to die a virgin. Not on my watch.