tfc characters as things my roommate has done/said
listen - i'm trying to be encouraging and kick ass here but halfway through my speech i realized that i also have important and kick ass things to do so i have to leave but i love you and support you
-comes into my room with four things of doughnuts and places them on the desk and kisses me on the top of my head- when you want to cry just eat a doughnut and come get a hug from me
i bought four loofahs so i can use four different types of body wash with them
sometimes i lay in my bed and think 'i'm soft but deadly' y'know?
no YOU LISTEN - stop it LISTEN - cmon i'm trying to talk. i can talk? ok what i was trying to say is you annoy me
-literally comes busting through the door unannounced- I JUST ATE THREE HOT POCKETS IN A ROW AND I'M FAILING TWO CLASSES BUT GUESS WHO'S SMASHING TONIGHT??
by the way i'm putting an alarm system on my door so when you try to come in without knocking you get kicked in the nuts -says this right after coming into my room... without knocking-
-purposefully leaves the shower curtain open even after being reminded several times to keep it closed and also uses up all of the body wash in spite-
honestly, i'm kinda hurting really bad. where? oh, everywhere but i'm ok i think, i just can't really move that much so do you think you can drag me to my bed
Hey there, my chickadees! I’m sorry we’ve been absent lately, we’ve been busy and I’ve been having trouble with the requests, but please take this shitpost about Seventeen as an apology! This is all in good fun, and not meant to offend anyone or make fun of any of the members. This was probably done before, but I can’t remember the last one I saw, so here’s my take on it!
please I beg of you I've been following you for a while & I know how good your fanfics are so I literally need you to write a fanfic for Vivienne and Kallias in order for me to keep existing ❤️
A Court of Love and Waiting
Vivienne knew that voice. The sound of her best friend, the male she loved. She hadn’t heard that sound in fifty years. Hadn’t heard the soft lull outside of her dreams.
She was afraid to turn around. This was a trick her mind played, it had to be. He..he was with Amarantha. He was Under the Mountain, far away. She shook her, no he wasn’t here, it was like every other time she thought she heard it. She would just be heartbroken all over again. She shouldn’t-
Her heart fractured in her chest and she was turning before she could stop herself.
A sob broke from her.
She was running. Running to him. To her High Lord, to her friend, to her love. He enveloped her in a hug and she pulled him down to her lips, her hands shook, touching his face.
She kissed him, his cheeks, his brow, his temple, his lips. She kissed him breathless and Cauldron she missed him, she loved him.
They were on their knees, hugging each other, trying to meld into one another.
“I love you.” She was breathless. “I loved you since forever.”
His glacier eyes lit up and his beautiful smile lit up the rest of his face. “I love you, Vivienne. I love you so much.”
She kissed him again. Slower this time, more tender, less frantic. She clung to him and sobbed. “I never thought I would see you again.”
He brushed back her tears and she did the same for him.
“Not a day, a second, went by,” he whispered, “That I didn’t miss you.”
She clasped his face and kissed him.
“Tell me everything.”
this literally popped off the top of my head, i hope you like it. Comments are loved XO
prompt: au !highschool where you get cast as sandy and lin gets cast as danny and you guys have to kiss lol cooties
warnings: lots of fluff, i don’t think i swore ??
a/n: !!! i love drama kids so much and i’m sorry if this like offends any of you!! i really hope you like this one bc i’m super very really extra proud of this and idek why but okay i love u all pls lemme know what you think ok goodnight xo
You and Maria were standing up against you locker. Maria was telling you about some new jeans she had bought and you were “listening.” Honestly, you were just looking at him. Not creepily - just, you know. It was Lin.
Lin was talking to his friend Anthony, eyes flashing towards you every few moments. You blushed when your eyes made contact, looking down to your feet.
“Are you listening to me?” Maria sighed, her words drenched in sarcasm.
You scrambled for an excuse but sighed, “’M sorry. I just -”
“Hey, Y/N,” Lin said, interrupting you with easy grace.
You took a breath, Maria quickly filling your void, “Hey, Lin. Are you auditioning for the play?"
Lin smiled, nodding, "How about you?”
Maria put a sweet grin on her face, “Yeah. Y/N is going out for Sandy,” she put her hand to her mouth like she was telling a secret, “But she’ll deny it if you ask."
Lin laughed when you scoffed, "I’m sure you’ll get it, what about you Maria? Rizzo?”
“You you suggesting something, Mr. Miranda?” She teased easily.
Lin laughed and put his hands up in surrender, “I’ll see you ladies in there,” his eyes were bright, “Bye, Y/N.”
You forced a smile, groaning as he walked away.
“I’m such an idiot,” you sighed, banging your head on the locker next to yours.
“You’re not an idiot,” Maria said, pulling your shoulder back, “You just need a little more confidence around him.”
“And how does that happen?”
Maria giggled, “I don’t know! He’s a senior. In drama. It’s not like he’s that intimidating.”
“He’s popular,” you shrugged, slamming your locker and started walking to homeroom.
“See you for auditions!” Maria winked, tossing some hair over her shoulder before walking the other way.
What the hell did you get yourself into?
Auditions came quicker than you expected, and casting even sooner. So when Maria came over, eyes bright and smile big, you almost didn’t comprehend what she was saying.
“You got Sandy!”
Well, you understood that. What you missed was, “And Lin is Danny!”
You felt comfortable, excited even. Maybe a little guilty towards the few senior girls who didn’t get the lead. And here you were as a junior playing Sandy. Still, that guilt faded when Lin gave you a hug on the first day of rehearsals, telling you how proud he was of you.
The first day of practice was just a script run through. You hadn’t seen Grease in a while, so it was a much needed refresher.
However, you reached some of the last few pages, and you saw the words:
Then a few lines down?
Danny kisses Sandy more passionately.
You coughed awkwardly, blushing when Lin shot you a sheepish smile. In place of it for now, Lin blew you a kiss from three seats down.
You let out an airy laugh, embarrassed a little. You should be happy about this, right? You crush is going to kiss you - twice. You should be happy. You are happy. Right?
Rehearsals continued for about a month before Alex came up at the end of a Friday.
“Hey, Y/N, can you hold up a minute after?"
"Ugh, yeah,” you said, putting your bag down. You wrapped a gray sweater around your body.
“Hey,” a voice said, making you jump. Lin.
“Sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“No it’s, it’s fine.” At the sight of him, a smile rose on your face without permission.
Lin opened his mouth to say something more, taking a step closer to you when he was interrupted.
“Good, both of you are here.” Alex said, clasping his hands together, “So, I want to run the kiss on Tuesday, okay?”
You and Lin exchanged a look, both of your cheeks tinted pink.
Lin raised his eyebrows at you, as if asking for permission.
“Sure,” you said as confidently as possible. Still, you’re nearly positive your voice broke.
Monday night, Maria came over. She had gotten Rizzo and told her mom she was “running lines” wth you. In reality, she was trying to calm your anxiety.
“Maria, I’ve never kissed a guy - what am I going to do? What if I’m a bad kisser? What if my breath smells bad? What if he never wants to kiss me again? Oh my gosh. I’m gonna kiss Lin - oh shit. Oh my gosh. I can’t kiss Lin! I - ”
“Y/N! Stop! You need to chill out. You’re making a track.”
You looked down to see where you were pacing, and sure enough, you had created a flat in the carpet. You sighed and flopped down on the bed.
“What am I going to do?”
Maria looked to you on her side, “Didn’t you kiss that guy Jack? Just do the same thing!”
You let out an exasperated sigh, “We were like, eleven. It doesn’t count.”
Maria shrugged, “You’re gonna be fine. You just have to chill out.”
Tuesday morning rolled around and you were a zombie through all of your classes. Maria was a little nervous, but she was nothing compared to you. You were constantly replaying all the times you had run this scene and Lin would dip you and Eskimo kiss you or raspberry your cheek and just make you laugh. And now the thought of being near him made you as sick as it did a month ago at your locker.
Lin came up to you before rehearsal, biting his lips and practically bouncing.
“You sure you’re okay with this? I can talk to Alex and see if -”
“Yeah, it’s totally cool.” No, I’m a mess, you thought. “It’s just acting, right?” Wrong, I’ve had a crush on your for three years, you thought.
Something flashed across Lin’s face at that, but it was gone before you could recognize it.
“Cool,” he nodded before skidding away.
The kiss wasn’t until the very end of rehearsal, and for a moment, you thought he was going to postpone it until tomorrow. You checked your watch: 4:09. Practice ended at 4:30, so all you had to do was stall for -
“Y/N! We’re gonna run the kiss scene dry first, okay?” Alex called over. You sighed but nodded feebly.
Lin was still bouncy, a little smirk on his lip though.
“Start at the beginning of Act II, scene four, okay?” Alex said, but words were mushed together at this point. Lin was looking at you with bright eyes. Still, you couldn’t avoid the snickers you heard from the senior girls across the room, watching you with beady eyes.
You felt Lin - well, Danny - put his arm around you, signally your cue.
“Is this okay?” You tried to sound innocent, like Sandy would.
You dialogue continued for a few more lines.
“I should’ve given this to you a long time ago,” Lin said.
Now, you thought. Lin took in a small breath and everything was suddenly in slow motion. His gaze flashed to your lips then back up to your eyes. You flushed your eyes shut, leaning ever so slightly to feel his lips graze yours. You could feel his smile ever so lightly on your mouth, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. It was short and sweet, how the script directed.
Danny fixes himself before saying, “I really like you Sandy.” Then, with more confidence this time, his lips found yours again. His lips moved like a melody over your own harmony. His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to him in the prop car. You savored the kiss for a second longer before pulling away.
“Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to -” you paused when you heard the giggles of the girls in the black box, your cheeks immediately flushing red. Lin took notice of this, picking up where you had left off.
“What’s the matter?” You couldn’t tell if it was Danny asking or Lin, so you rolled with the script despite the break in your heart.
Why would he ever like you? He’s a senior. A popular senior. Lin wants a girl like them - popular, pretty, good at acting. Not you. Besides, it’s not like this was anything more than acting.
So that night, before you left, when Lin asked if everything was alright?
You ignored him.
You only ran the kiss once more before the show during dress rehearsals. Lin was calm and collected through the entire thing, while you nearly got sick every time someone mentioned the show at all.
The girls had gotten worse. You could feel their glare during every scene you had onstage. Still, you tried to block it out. One more week, and then this is all over.
It was around seven o’clock the day before opening night, and you were the last one in the theater. You were walking yourself through some choreography that you already knew by heart - you practically did it in your sleep. Humming along to the songs, you marked your dance.
A crash made you stop. Turning to see who was there, Lin emerged slyly, a pint tint on his cheeks.
“Hey,” he started. You offered a small wave but went back to marking your choreography.
“Hey,” Lin said again, this time grabbing your arm gently to stop your movements.
“I’m practicing,” you tried.
“You’ve been practicing for two and a half months. You need to sleep now,” he tried.
You sighed, but nodded and started to pack your bag up.
Walking out of the theater, Lin ran to catch up to you. You were impatient, angry that you let your feelings get in the way and now you couldn’t focus and you were probably going to mess up the show and -
“Y/N?” Lin interrupted your thoughts, worry etched across his face.
You shook your head but started to walk away. Seamlessly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. You gasped when his hand went from his side to your cheek to push some hair behind your ear.
His eyes flashed to your lips, the same way they did over a month ago on that Friday. You shut your eyes when you felt him close the distance, his soft lips gracing easily over yours, burning like a flame before sharply pulling away. You pointed at him, frustrated.
“Y/N, I -” you held up a hand.
“Just,” you paused, “Ugh!”
You speed walked back to your car, not even turning on your lights as you skidded out of the parking lot.
It was going perfectly. You were beyond excited and even made small talk with a few of the senior girls. Lin tried to talk to you twice, but you would make up lame excuses as to why you had to go; each time leaving Lin sulking.
You had made it halfway through Act II, everything going off without a hitch, when it happened.
It was (obviously) the kiss scene, and Lin was an amazing performer. His lines were sharp and crisp, his attitude perfected, and his everything. He was ridiculously talented, and no one could take that away from him. So when he screwed up a line, you were not expecting it.
The first kiss was sweet, simple. And then it happened.
“I really like you, Y/N,” he said, kissing you before he realized what he said. His lips touched yours with the same passion he was directed to but this time with a fire so bright it could burn. This kiss was different; it didn’t feel staged. You pulled away breathless, almost forgetting your line.
“Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to do?” You played, snapping him back into reality. Some of your lipstick had gotten on his mouth. You bit back a smile.
Your heart soared for another five minutes before you caught a senior glaring at you again. Annoyed, you fixed your lipstick and changed into your next costume.
The rest of the play continued, smooth sailing until the final bow.
Lin held your hand tightly, squeezing before giving leading you forward for one more bow.
You practically sprinted out of the theater, makeup half off and a pair of sweats thrown on with a teeshirt. You had nearly made it out of the school when he called out.
“Y/N, wait!” He was dressed similarly to you, wearing the Grease shirt you had gotten.
You turned on your heel to face him, brushing a stray curl off your forehead.
“You did really well out there,” he smiled.
“Thanks, you too.” You said as you pushed down any feelings you had for him, even ignoring his ‘I really like you, Y/N,’ slip. “See you tomorrow,” you tried, starting to leave.
“Wait!” Lin said, grabbing your hand like he had done just a day before.
“Lin,” you huffed, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you!”
“Tell me you felt something too,” he said immediately. “Tell me that, that - that wasn’t acting. That couldn’t be just acting, right?”
You took in a sharp breath, “But all the girls -”
“Y/N,” Lin laughed. His eyes were wide. He wet his lips before continuing, “You’re the only one I like.”
Your head shot up, “Wait, you like me?”
He took a step forward, a giggle bubbling out of him, “I’ve been flirting with your for months, but thanks for noticing.”
Your surprise was short lived when he took another step forward, lifting your chin with his finger before pressing his lips to yours.
he hated that you left behind one of your old t-shirts. the t-shirt that he always made fun of because it had the spider-man logo plastered across the front and he loved to tease you that, “you only got that because i’m your favorite hero.” to which you always replied, “leave me alone, thomas, i liked him before you were actually him.” he hated that it was the one shirt you left at his place, along with a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, for nights you used to stay at his place.
he hated that when he picked up the article of clothing off of his closet floor, the feeling of the cotton between his fingertips was all too familiar. he could recall messing with the material when you cuddled into his side on the couch. he remembered how it felt when he’d gently remove it from you, but other times it was in a desperate and hurried manner. he was reminded of how he’d be greeted by the sight of you some mornings standing in his kitchen, in front of the stove top, wearing nothing but this shirt. he hated the nauseous feeling he was getting from just the touch of the shirt and wanted to burn it off of his fingertips.
he hated that he brought it up to his nose, only to find that it still held the faint trace of you. he felt nothing but pathetic as he did so, but he longed for the fragrance that used to turn his house into a home. the scent had grown to linger on his bed sheets, that once were yours too, and on the pillows that occupied your side of the bed. he hated that it had been months since you had left and he was just now fighting back the tears that clouded his vision.
he despised the way he was now reaching for his phone; he loathed the way you still had all this control over him, even after all this time. he regretted the way that he let you go, that he hadn’t loved you enough, and that he watched you walk out the door without so much as a single protest. he hated the way that it took an old t-shirt to remind him just how much he lost.