forum "And they were roommates" "Oh my god they were roommates" // oxo // OPEN

Started July 14, 2022 by @rui group

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Look at the title great, there's your prompt. Nah, I'm just kidding I'll give you more than that.

So basically, these two guys are roommates…..fun…and they hate each other, like have it out for each other hate, like TharnType Episode One hate. If you haven't watched TharnType, what are you doing go watch it? Highly suggest very cute. Anyway, they have to spend the next year together because no one will switch roommates. Love the tension between the two. So yeah, this is a gay pairing, in case I was not clear. I really can't write anything else. Like it comes out, and it just sucks, you know.

Ayyee

Can I? I love this

Yeah, sure! Mind if I see sample of ur writing first, just to kinda see your style

Okay! Hold on one min

Vincent kept his hold, giving Asra minimal movement while he squeezed him tightly. "You are owned by us now." He whispered, taking Asra's knife as he held it against him. "Come."

" excuse me?" he said a little snappy. he followed the man out of his house, locking the door.
as he walked into the building with all the people in it he easily pointed out winter and ran to him.

Winter stepped back, snarling as he braced himself.

Vincent nodded, sighing sadly while he held his head. "It is shown. Winter has taken an omega, and is exiled from the clan."

asras eyes widened, whimpering as he felt eyes on him "winter.." he mumbled to the vampire. asras fear was clear, even without a mark. they had a pact with the deeds they'd both done. tears pooled in the poor boy's eyes "whats.. what's going on." he asked. he was upset that winter jumped back and growled at him, it hurt the boy physically somehow.

Wonderful! Aight imma post the template and just give me a few to get my character up there

Name:
Nicknames:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Backstory:
Looks:
Personality:
Hobbies/Interests/Habits/Favorites:

(Feel free to make your character younger or older they just have to be in college)
Name: Gabriel Jefferson
Nicknames: He'll get annoyed if you try to give him one cause they all sound bad.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Backstory: Gabriel has lived a good life, His parents weren't the most accepting, but he's successful and has a well-paying job. He streams on the side on twitch, and honestly, he's thankful his co-workers haven't found his account yet, he's also in his junior of college, and he's been doing pretty well juggling everything in his life
Looks: Here are some pictures for you Picture
Personality: He can be very strict sometimes, but he will let loose with people he trusts. He doesn't like it when he has to repeat things or have things repeated to him. He is kind when you first meet him, but in reality, he's trying to figure out his own shit. With him, there is no yes or no answer because he is very indecisive. He can be clingy at times but mostly just wants your attention. Beyond all of this, he's very respectful and knows how to treat the people he loves.
Hobbies/Interests/Habits/Favorites: Taking pictures with his camera. He likes to lay somewhere sunny and listen to music. Reads a lot of books. When he sings, he likes to think he's on stage and starts dancing only when he's alone. He clicks his tongue and pen. He'll sometimes breathe to a song that he's humming in his head. He also likes to do things to the beat of the song, like when he's putting books away, he'll make them sound like the song's beat. He also plays video games a lot.

Name: dean 'jax' dalewater
Nicknames: jack jack (his lil sisters name), jax( most common)
Age: 19
Gender: male, he/him
Sexuality: gay
Backstory: dean came from a raging alcoholic, and he left home without looking back. Before he left, his mother and sister had died in an accidental car crash. Lone behold a drunk driver was the cause. Dean hated the small town he came from and the memories that drowned him there. Sometimes he still feels as if he's heard his sister calling out his name. Since then he's never let anyone call him jack jack, just jax.
Looks: his hair is a longer snow white, usually pulled back into a ponytail or braided. His eyes are like that of a ragdoll kitten. Pale blue and detailed as fuck. He's about 5'5" and muscular, though he only ever wears skinny jeans, converse, and a hoodie. He has a ankle bracelet his mother had gotten him from a beach they'd visited when he was young. First his mother's but handed down after a while.
Personality: he's pretty much a mix of Harry Potter and lance from Voltron. Leadership mixed with a bit of crack. He jokes and smiles quite often but gets serious real quick when he needs to. He's a leader rather then a follower, and doesn't take shit from no one.
Hobbies/Interests/Habits/Favorites: violin, painting and anything artsy crafty

(Aight, this good?)
Gabriel looked at the key in his hand and checked the number card. "This is the place…" He adjusted the duffle bag on his arm and started up the steps to the cabin. "All alone for two whole weeks…sick!" He nodded and opened up the door. The place was pretty big for one person. It even had two beds. It wasn't a log cabin, more like planks of wood. It wasn't natural wood. It would've been more authentic, though. Hardwood floors, a sunroof, and a lovely balcony with glass sliding doors to enter and exit. "This is pretty nice for a camp cabin. I have to say. I would love to live here if I could. I should start by taking a shower; I was in such a rush this morning that I forgot to take one. He put his duffle bag on one of the beds and took out his towel, and whistled on his way into the bathroom.

Dean had just walked up from a hike, already having unpacked his things and settled in " the hell?" He said as he noticed the door ajar. Almost instantly he reached for the hunters knife hooked on his belt and walked in. Dean heard the shower and tilted his head " hello?" He asked almost cockily.
As he walked about, he noticed the duffle bag and an extra key on the bed " oh don't tell me he's here already." He whined to himself, holstering his knife and leaning against the now fully shut door.

He took his time in the shower, giving himself the wash he needed. He made sure he smelled nice and washed his hair. He checked himself before he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off a bit. Gabriel came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was pretty muscular, considering he was on the football team. He whistles and walks but paused all motion when he notices a short kid up against the door with a knife. "Hey…uh…what are you doing here? I just mean this is my cabin. They assigned it to me, so I just went with the flow. Is that a real knife?" Gabriel would've put his hands in the air if his hands weren't currently holding his towel up.

" first off, I was assigned to this apartment So this is my apartment. Second off, yes it's real, and extremely sharp so start explaining why your shits on my bed." He said a little meaner then he'd meant but, the misunderstanding was clear. He was never told of a roommate and neither was Gabriel.
Dean hadn't even noticed yet why the other only had a towel and nothing else but when he did his face turned fifty shades o red " the hell you doin half naked?!" He yelped

(No same though I was ready to go to bed and then I checked, and I was like, oh shit I fucked this up lemme fix it. Sorry for the sudden personality change I thought though this was someone different. idk why but this reminds me of like naruto saying, "You see this, you this Shikamaru this is a regulation headband" That's what this remind some of)

Gabriel looked down at his towel and then back to Dean. "Well, if you can use context clues, you dipshit, I just got out of the shower. You're pretty small for someone who's in college. You sure you got the right place, kid?" Gabriel walked to his bag and pulled out some comfortable clothes. "Listen, see this? It's a key. They wouldn't give it to me if I didn't pay the money to be here. Oh, and by the way, many people pay for fakes, okay. You know, like the ones that push in and out. Anyway. This is my big spacious apartment room, so maybe you should see yourself out and go be a nuisance somewhere else." Gabriel dropped his towel and pulled on his underwear and then his sweatpants. He turned around and looked at Dean and then gasped. "Wait, is your name Dean or Jax or some shit?"

Deans face was a bright red, having just watched the moments leading up to the last question " never call me dean but yes. Yes it is" he spoke almost silently. He pulled the lanyard from underneath his shirt and on it was a matching key, written in sharpie on it was the words 'master key'. Which meant that the other one was a copy.
He stood there a moment more " your still on my bed, all my shits in the drawers underneath.." dean said, walking over and pulling out one of the drawers
If was filled with paints and brushes alone with paper, canvas and a few other things. There in the backs of the drawer laid his violin case, something he cherished most.

"I knew you looked familiar. I hated you in high school. I always picked on you. Those were the years. If I'm being honest, I still do. However, you're cute, so I'll let you off this time." Gabriel analyzed the drawer. Artist, huh…Interesting… He grabbed his bag and threw it onto the other bed. "You can put the knife away now, shorty. I'm not going to hurt you. Besides, from those looks you're giving me, it seems like there's something that caught your eye that you like. Yes, I've seen you blush; you are adorably hateable. It's not like you would land a hit on me anyway." He raised his arms and put on deodorant before pulling on his shirt. "There's been some mix-up, so you're moving out."

" no I'm not." He growled. Dean looked up to Gabriel with a deep set glare " I've got the master key, I've been here longer and I paid rent for the next two months! So you get the fuck out." He stood up quickly, looking up to Gabriel. " Got a problem with it you can fight for it. " His tone was cold. Dead cold.
Dean put his knife into his drawer and moved between Gabriel and the bed to kick off his hiking boots and lay down. He was tired, freshly annoyed and ready for bed. He had a night shift job and needed to sleep for it.

Gabriel looked at Dean up and down. "Right…I'm so scared I would lose. Listen, I also paid rent, and I-" Gabriel stopped. "Wait…you aid you paid rent already? Then how…I think we were scammed. I know I'm not moving out, I paid my money, and the rest of my stuff will be here tomorrow. I guess it's true short people do have a temper. Anyway, I'm not moving out, so either you do, or we have to deal with living together for the next year. Honestly, I don't want to deal with you because I was supposed to bring lots of my friends over, and by friends, I mean people who know how to have a good time. Now, I can't…I have some decency. You're cute in your little cold voice, though. So? What is your decision? Cause I'm not leaving."

" neither am I. That was a whole three paychecks. What little I had left I paid in groceries so I guess we're dealing with each other. " He scoffed from his bed " you won't have to deal with me at night anyway. I work 10 to 7" he said and curled up in his blankets. " I'm on evening classes so you won't see me after four either." Dean remarked and pointed to the dry erase board that laid out his schedule. " And stop calling me cute unless you think your going to hold my hand and be the bigger spoon."

Gabriel sighed. "Good, I stream in the nighttime anyways." Gabriel scoffed and walked towards Dean. He looked down with a smile. "I am the bigger spoon. Always am, always will be. I have morning classes until six, so it looks like we won't see much of each other. It's a shame. I won't get to see your annoying little temper." Gabriel looked deeply at Dean and thought about everything he wanted to do with him. It made him smirk. "I'll call you what I want. In case you were wondering, I never lie. So take me calling you cute as a compliment. Seriously, you and your short temper are very adorable. I also wouldn't hold your hand. I would hold your waist, pull you close, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. However, you're not my type, so I would never do that; plus, you're annoying." He walked towards his bed and started to unpack his things.