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
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.
okay but can we talk about how much even loves birthdays?? like he goes full out, baking a cake, organizing a party with loved ones, wanting to make the birthday kid feel as special as possible. so naturally, even wants to do all these things for isak and he’s already baking the cake, flour on his hands and face, when isak comes in and tells him that “you really don’t have to do this, even” and he tries to sound stern but completely fails because maybe this is exactly what he wants. even knows by now that isak likes to be cared for and he can protest how much he wants, even knows that deep down isak is insanely greatful. so even shakes his head, tells him that he wants to do this for him, and then turns his back to him, continuing with the cake. he can hear isak sigh softly and then isak is out of the kitchen, leaving him to himself. and the next day even is up before isak and making breakfast for him. when he’s all ready, he brings it to their bed and wakes isak up by peppering kisses all over his face and although isak makes a disgruntled sound at first, even can definitely feel his smile. he lets go of him with one last kiss to his lips and then grins at him widely, announcing that he’s made breakfast for the birthday boy and isak tells him again that he didn’t have to do this and even just smiles, shakes his head, and then urges isak on to just eat it. after breakfast isak goes to school (even teases him about how he’s already /graduated/ by now) and once he’s there, he suddenly gets a text from even with the longest, cheesiest birthday message he’s ever read. and isak texts back “that’s cute but like you already wished me a happy birthday?” and evens like “i know but i can never say it often enough because today 18 years ago my favorite human was born and we need to celebrate that” isak only texts back a red heart but he can’t keep off his smile of his face for the rest of the school day. when isak comes back from school, they’re watching isak’s favorite movie (“isak, im only watching this because i love you and it’s your birthday”) (isak knew this was his chance). soon they’re cuddled up and forget about the time until the doorbell rings and oh right, they invited people over. it’s not only isak and even that exist in this universe. and they’re having a party with all their loved ones and a great time and even loves seeing isak smile during the whole thing. it makes him so happy his boyfriend is happy and having fun. later that night when they fall into their bed together, isak snuggles up against even, giving him a few nose rubs before saying “thank you for today. i know i told you you didn’t have to do this but it was the best birthday i’ve ever had. so thank you” and that’s all what even had wanted, to make isak feel good, special, loved and cared for. he’s happy he’s achieved that, a little proud of himself, as he tells isak with a soft smile on his lips “of course” he gives him one last kiss before they drift off into sleep in each other’s arms 💕
The word sits heavy in Aaron’s chest and he doesn’t know why. At first he thinks it’s because Robert’s trying to worm his way into good books. Robert doesn’t have that expression, doesn’t look like he wants anything more than to explain, to confess, to come clean.
Aaron’s head is in turmoil, chest tight, breathing difficult. He wants to hurt himself, wants to hurt Robert, but wants even more to forgive him. Robert’s hurt him, betrayed him in the worst way, but there’s a small knot of realization behind Aaron’s breastbone.
Everyone assumes Robert gets what he wants, sure, but they also assume he can cope, that no matter what, he’ll be the same old Robert.
Aaron already knows that’s not true. He’s seen evidence for himself, even back in the prison when everyone assumed he couldn’t figure out how tired Robert was, how frayed, how broken.
Now it’s just -
Now it’s just all come to a head.
Robert can’t cope without him, and hasn’t he said as much? It’s just never seemed real before.
Beautiful, Aaron thinks again, as Robert sleeps beside him. They’re still on the floor because Robert can’t bring himself to get back up on the bed, and Aaron doesn’t want to move him.
It feels like too much, like he wants to get away, but something about Robert’s vulnerability, about how much love still sits between them, large and obvious, makes Aaron stay.
Moving his chin, pressing a kiss to Robert’s head, Aaron thinks about that word. Such an odd choice of word for Aaron, who’d never call himself beautiful, who wouldn’t call himself much of anything.
Other people have called him handsome, other words of varying degrees of appreciation, but never beautiful.
He lifts an arm, lets Robert shuffle closer and wraps his arm around Robert’s shoulders. Part of him is still angry, still bright with fury that Robert could do this to him, to them. If Aaron was worth so much to him why would he -
Though it’s not really a question of that anymore.
You turn yours on yourself. I turn mine on other people.
Perhaps they’re not so different in coping mechanisms.
Aaron brushes his spare hand over his face, then peers down at Robert as best he’s able. He can hear the steady intake and exhale of Robert’s breath, feel the brush of it against his neck. Robert’s never been so vulnerable, so accessible. Sometimes Aaron feels like he can read everything in Robert, and others it’s like he doesn’t know him at all.
This moment might have been one of those, if not for the fact that Aaron does know Robert well. He knows when things are alright, when Robert’s being - Robert. There’s been something about him, something small and distant and empty in the way he smiles, talks, acts. Something not quite right, and now Aaron knows what it is.
“Hey,” he says eventually, his back protesting at the angle. “Robert?”
Robert grunts into Aaron’s neck, but stretches, blinks heavily as he looks at Aaron. There’s a split second, because Aaron’s looking, where Robert looks surprised, grateful, and his heart aches. “You’re still here.”
Aaron doesn’t say anything, wants to shake Robert and tell him to get help, that he can’t keep doing this, but he’s promised to be better. “Come on, up.”
Eyes flicking to the bed, Robert swallows, nods. “Okay.”
If Aaron were a better man, he’d offer to let Robert sleep elsewhere, but he’s not. He can be selfish and jealous and mean when he wants to be, except for the fact that this is their bed. Aaron hates Rebecca, feels it blossom in his chest, and he’s damned if he’s going to let her ruin this for him.
Watching Robert change, eyes on the bed as he peels off his shirt, Aaron unzips his jacket. “Why’d you choose beautiful?”
“What?” Robert frowns. “When?”
“You called me your beautiful husband.”
It should be a light moment, and Aaron wants to make a joke of it, wants something about this to feel normal. But he can’t, and it doesn’t. Nothing about this is normal.
“You are,” Robert says, cheeks red. He drops his shirt to the floor.
Aaron stares at him, at the scar on his chest from the bullet wound, the one across his neck from the car. So many visible reminders of everything they’ve been through. He’s almost glad there isn’t one from this people can see; it’s something they get to work on between them, try for them.
Robert stares at him, intense, and Aaron wants to look away, but he can’t. “You’re everything, Aaron. I know that might seem - might seem like I’m trying to make this better, but I can’t and I’m not. I just - it’s how I feel and after everything you deserve that.”
“You keep telling me what I deserve and what I should do,” Aaron says.
“I’m not,” Robert says, looking panicked. “I just -”
“You’re just not used to people choosing you.”
It’s one thing to know it, another to see it confirmed. Robert’s face shutters for a second, a beat and then he’s shrugging, like it doesn’t matter. Like he thinks he doesn’t.
“I’m choosing you.”
Robert nods jerkily, something grateful and surprised. “I know.”
Aaron takes a step towards him, curls a hand around the back of Robert’s neck. “It’s not gonna be easy, and I can’t say I won’t ever bring this up, alright? We fight so much. But I do love ya. And I’ll always choose ya.”
“I know,” Robert says, in the manner of someone who does, who wants that with every fibre of his being.
They’re both a little broken, the two of them, but together, somehow, they make it work.
I finally got to meet one of my absolute fave human beings in the entire world and he was the sweetest and most beautiful sunshine ever
I honestly love this man more than anything and to finally meet him irl was just unbelievably emotional, I don’t think it’s completely sunk in yet
(please excuse my face and my hair, i was NOT prepared for meeting the most beautiful person to ever walk this earth today so I look like a complete mess, but that’s okay because I have finally met Gregor and I couldn’t be happier)
“Is it- do I? Do I look pretty?” Lance flushed nervously, smoothing his hands on the baby blue pleated skirt. He was nervous- no terrified. So terrified of what Shiro would think of him if he saw him dressed this way. He wanted to hide and yet he couldn’t. That wasn’t him. Lance McClain didn’t hide who he was. It just wasn’t who he was or who his mama let him be. He was proud. So proud but now, in the face of the man he loved, he wanted to hide.
What would Shiro even think? See him dressed this way? Baby blue skirt hugging his hips and baby blue and white cropped hoodie hanging off his frame? Would he think him ridiculous? Strange? Weird? A… A freak?
He flinched at the thought of Shiro thinking he was a freak.
How would Shiro feel, knowing that Lance wasn’t just Lance, but Lorelei too?
He held his breath, waiting for Shiro to make a comment.
“Of course you look pretty, gorgeous even” came his easy and earnest reply. Lance’s heart was ready to beat out his chest. Fuck he loved this beautiful accepting man with his entire being. “But-” came is other reply, Lance heart paused. “This isn’t just about your clothing choices is it?” He said gently grabbing Lance’s hands in his. Lance gnawed at his pastel purple lips, anxiety clawing tightly at his chest. Curse Shiro for knowing him so well.
“No-, I ugh. Fuck, no. No its more then that”
“I’d never judge you Lance. We’ve been through thick and thin together. Trust me when I say our four years together won’t be wasted on what you have to say because I love you. And when you love someone you support them no matter what”
Lance could cry- no wait. He was crying. It was ruining his eyeliner and mascara but he didn’t care because Shiro was a fucking sap. A beautiful honest sap that Lance and Lorelei had the honor of being with.
Shiro wiped away his tears as he steeled his nerves. Like ripping off a bandaid he told himself. Quick and easy. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t quick and easy because this was who he- they were. It wasn’t just Lance but Lorelei too, and they couldn’t go on suppressing who they were.
“I um, I’m genderfluid. Its not just Lance in this hot smokin’ body but Lorelei too and I’d be really honored if we could- all three of us- be happy together” There. He said it.
Shiro smiled. A easy honest smile that had their heart thumping wildly and and palms sweating. Gross.
“Hi Lorelei, its nice to meet you, I’m a little sad Lance held us both out from meeting each other for four years but I’m sure I can forgive him if both of you gave me a kiss” he said fondly, rubbing his thumbs of their hand and god, they could cry even more.
How did they snag such a man?
Throwing their arms around Shiro they pressed a loving heartfelt kiss to his lips.
“I love you, I love you So much Takashi Shirogane and one day we’re gonna fucking marry you”
Shiro kissed their forehead and dug a box out his pocket. He presented them with the white velvet box and opened it to reveal a solid white gold band.
I love Aaron. I do. And I get that this sucks for him. But I’m gonna be really upset if they try to make this storyline about him because it has so much potential to develop Robert’s character. Whether or not this baby comes into the world, seeing Robert face the realities of being a dad would be really interesting, because his relationship with his own dad was so turbulent. Robert “everything you touch you ruin” Sugden having to understand that he might end up having a child, and being terrified that he might ruin the kid’s life.
This storyline could have so much potential for Robert, and if they instead use it to principally focus on Aaron I feel like it could be a bit of a waste. They can show Aaron being upset, show him suffering, but don’t make this his story.
title: fermata fandom: b.a.p member/reader: jongup, female genre/warning(s): smut, angst summary: [request] an angst and smut Jongup fic where he and his girl is on the verge of breaking up since they no longer got time for each other and all they do is fight
no but its canon that mikael loves to watch yousef work out. he knows how much hard work yousef puts in to keep his body in shape and how dedicated he is to it, and mikael admires that loyalty that yousef has in him, so much, because it transcends into everything yousef does. yousef will always give his 110% into everything and everyone he loves.
plus, mikael just really loves to watch his boy smashing weights and throwing around punches and working out. and if yousef catches him midway and smirks at mikael, and mikael just so happens to smirk back, well, that makes it even more sweeter.
…and years later, after Johnny Cade had grown up, he came up to me on night. He had been crying, I could tell, cause his eyes were real red. I asked him what was wrong and you know what he said? He said this, “I know why it hurts so much…why Dally being gone hurts. It’s because I loved him…I love him, Pony…”
Ponyboy Curtis, Years later, after Johnny survived, and tragically, Dally did not. (Idk something I thought of)
sana has been a catalyst for so much during this show??? like she’s always been the fearless one, the wise one, the one telling others to Go For It. in s1, she was the force behind the girl gang. in s2, she helped noora. in s3, she showed isak love and showed him that he deserved that love. and now, in s4, i think we’re finally seeing that all acknowledged??? and she’s finally being rewarded for that?? it makes sense for skam to finish with praise for sana, to finish with sana’s season, because, really, she started everything
Request: “93, 95, 97, & 19 w/ Barry idek if u want l0l”
93. What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again! 95. Are you drunk? 97. You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking? 19. I wish I could hate you.
Word count: 906
A/N: This is a sad one, but I hope that you like it. I love the quote «A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.» so much and I agree to it. I once had a break down with my ex best friend and I actually cried in front of him, since he left me for another girl. HAHAHA my bad figures when I’m drunk are so embarrassing.
It was already late at night and you were peacefully wandering in your dreams, until someone rang your flat’s doorbell for several times.
“What’s wrong with these people?” You angrily tossed your blankets on the side as you searched for your animal-designed slippers. “It’s almost five in the morning.” You complaint as you read the time on the alarm clock that laid on your bedside table.
You slowly walked around your flat, rubbing your eyes to clearly see the way, and you opened the door once you’ve reached it. The cold wind welcomed you and you hugged yourself to warm yourself and to prevent yourself from shivering.
“What is your problem?” You shouted with your arms crossed, still caressing your body to keep yourself warm. “Barry?” The annoying doorbell sound stopped as you called him.
“(Y/N).” You were shocked, because you didn’t expect that he would come back to you one day. You loved Barry so much, unluckily, you caught him cheating on you with Iris and you hated him so much from that day.
“What the hell are you doing here?! I told you that I never wanted to see you again!” You snapped at him, although you were a little bit worried for his appearance- his hair was messy, his cheeks were red and his eyes could barely stay open. “Are you drunk?”
“Maybe?” He let out a loud laugh, but stopped quickly. “Caitlin had this great alcohol solution and it managed to make me drunk finally.” You observed him better and you realized that he was buzzed and it was obvious that he spent his whole night in a bar. “I really needed it.”
“Come in, Bar.” Your heart melted at the sight of a wasted Barry. It was true that you hated him, but you’ve been together once and you weren’t that cold-hearted to leave a problematic and drunk Barry outside your flat.
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t know with whom I could talk to in these days.” He tried to explain you, nevertheless his headache and his fucked up thoughts. “I’m sorry for bothering you.” You guided him as he struggled to keep his balance. His legs were swaying left and right, having a lot of difficulty to reach the couch in your living room.
“You woke me up, but it’s fine Bar.” You caressed his back once he managed to throw himself on the couch, you sat on the floor as he didn’t leave any space for you.
“I’m so sorry.” Barry kept apologizing, but, this time, tears started to fall from his eyes.
“Shh,” You tried to shush him as you caressed his face. “it’s fine, Bar. What’s bothering you?”
“I,” He sobbed, letting out some loud hiccups too. “Iris is pregnant, (Y/N).” He confessed to you. He had his eyes closed, but he was still awake.
“What the hell, Barry?” You corrugated your forehead. “Look, April fool’s ended five hours ago and it’s not a nice joke. Okay?” You raised your voice a little bit, annoyed and not in the mood for his sick jokes.
“I wish I was joking, (Y/N)!” Tears kept streaming down Barry’s face and there you realized that he wasn’t kidding. He was serious and your head automatically fell on the palm of your hands.
“You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?” You looked at Barry, whose eyes were still closed, and you wanted to slap him, just because of his stupid actions. “Jesus Christ, you’re not even married yet.”
“I know, (Y/N).” He wiped his tears using the back of his hand and he dried it using his shirt. “I perfectly know it.” He looked at you, even though he was seeing two silhouettes of you.
“What a big mess, eh?” You pointed out, calming yourself down. “What’s your plan now?”
“I really have no idea, I will try to figure everything out with Iris.” He unleashed a deep sigh and you played with his dark coloured hair.
“You better figure it out, Bar.” You nodded. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, don’t be sorry.” He smiled, still with a fuzzy visual of your face. “And I promise that I will figure it out, but, tonight, I want to be with you. I want to be with you, because I feel like I am home. For one last time.”
“Aw, Barry.” You smiled at his words. You knew that even though he was drunk, he was sincere of his words. Like what other people say: «A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.»
“Can I stay here for tonight?” He innocently asked, sitting up slowly.
“Of course, Barry.” You stood up and sat beside him. “It’s fine.”
“I’m sorry.” Barry suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around you and your arms automatically wrapped themselves around Barry’s neck. “I know that you hate me for what I’ve done, but there’s no other place I’d rather be.”
“I wish I could hate you.” You murmured as you shared a tight hug in the dark. “But I really can’t, Barry.” You bit your lip as tears started to stream down your face, overthinking about Barry’s future with Iris and his child.
How much you wished that it was you, that it was you that would’ve been Barry’s children’s mum. But, unluckily, all of your dreams with Barry when you were still together, happened to him and Iris, even though he wasn’t ready to have a real family.