If I was the music meister, I’d be meddling with my problematic favs too. Like, that’s the villain I would be. I’d probably be a little less magical and flashy though. I’d just sit them down in a room and be like “Okay, we all know you love each other. Now both of you say you’re sorry and make out.”
Actual footage of me as a villain fixing my problematic otps:
It is expected that we become friends, being roommates and all. Throughout high school, I promised my future self that I would not become a college trope, but life has a way of taking us the exact opposite direction and then laughing in our faces. So here I am, sitting on the lawn behind our dormitory with her friends who have become mine and my friends who have become hers. Here I am, dressed for spring in a snapback on my head, a bro tank, cut off shorts, converses, a flannel around my waist. Here I am, sharing an avocado sandwich with Sophie, trying to avoid her sticking the straw of her kale smoothie into my mouth—trying not to imagine my lips touching the same place hers were on a minute ago—which somehow ended up with her head on my shoulder and her hand cupping my knee. Here I am, fitting into so many stereotypes.
“Hey Sophie! You down for SF this weekend?” One of our mutual friends called.
“Naw, I’m going shopping with my roommate,” she answers for the two of us.
“‘My roommate’”, another friend copies Sophie’s inflection and snickers. “Why don’t you just say ‘Jess’ or ‘my friend’? Isn’t she more than just your roommate?”
“Meh,” she pokes at my kneecap before moving away. “Semantics.”
As I turn my head away, she steals my snapback and puts it on her head instead. I wince at the sun in my eye and glare back at it. Perhaps I have gotten enough vitamin D for the day.
“Babe…” Sophie starts.
“I’m leaving,” I say. I try to look nonchalant as I brush the grass off my legs but I can see our mutual friends looking between Sophie and me.
“Jess!” Sophie grabs my hand and scrambles to stand up with me. I do not wait for her to grab her bag before walking away but she squeezes my hand and I do not let her go. “Alright alright, let’s go home.”
Walking home with her was easy. Our footsteps effortlessly match, our hands swing between us in tandem, our bodies know how to respond to each other’s presence. She does not let go of my hand until we get back to our room and I land on my bed with an undignified hmph and she lets herself fall with a bark of laughter. I curl up on my side with my knees pulled up to my chin and she copies my pose, scooting closer until her toes brush against my ankle.
“Roomie dearest,” Sophie says. “You’re definitely more than just a roommate.”
I nod once to show I heard and let out the rest of the breath that I did not know I had been holding.
“You’re more than just—,” she continues before abruptly stopping.
I know the words that should follow but that she cannot say yet. I feel the absence linger in the minimal space between our faces and hear more than its meaning.
“That’s what makes you special,” she whispers. “We share a home.”
When she cups a hand over my ear and brushes a finger through its creases, I open my eyes and see her smile grow when our gazes meet and think I’m glad I am living the trope of a college student who befriends and then falls in love with her roommate and how fortunate I am for Sophie to have found a home in me too.
THE LAST 5 MINS WITH WESTALLEN HAD ME CRYING AND OMG IRIS KISSING BARRY TO WAKE HIM UP FROM THE COMA LIKE BIIIIIIIIIITCH YAAAAAAAS THAT’S SOME “TRUE LOVE’S KISS WILL BREAK THE SPELL” SHIT RIGHT THERE I AM SO ALIVE YEEEEEEES
IRIS WEST IS BARRY ALLEN’S TRUE LOVE AND BARRY ALLEN WILL ALWAYS GO RUNNING HOME TO IRIS WEST BECAUSE HE’S HER TRUE LOVE YOU CAN FUCKING FIGHT ME ON THIS I DARE YOU
BRB GONNA GO CRY OVER THAT PROPOSAL AND BARRY DOING IT RIGHT AND FINALLY GETTING TO SEE IRIS SAY YES AND SEE HER ALL HAPPY AND BOTH OF THEM ARE ADORABLE AF LAWWWWWWD
Look, I don’t watch The Flash, but I just want to proclaim my love for Iris West:
She’s an absolute badass. She’s as gorgeous as the sky itself, and she deserves the world. I hope she’ll get all the happiness she deserve. And if she ever dies, or get’s treated badly, I’m prepared to fight.
So you tore my heart out last week and AGAIN yesterday with supergirl, thinking my ships have gone to put them back together with A FUCKING SERENADE PROPOSAL ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! IM CRYING IT WAS SO MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN I EVER IMAGINED. WELL PLAYED WRITERS, WELL PLAYED.