It’s almost too easy to fall into a friendship with Even after that, for Isak to come over to his apartment after school and watch shitty movies with him while Even yells at the screen, for Even to say hi to Isak in the hallways at school, like it’s casual, like they’ve known each other for years.
Kosegruppa meetings go like this now: Isak will get there first, because his Norwegian professor is lazier than half of her students and lets them out early. Even will find him sitting in the back, messing around on his phone, and he’ll plop down next to him and pull him into a conversation about whatever movie he saw over the weekend, or why Nietzsche may be quotable but he has terrible opinions about the theatre, or parallel universes, because shit, man, I don’t know anything about that, but you do. Even could talk about the latest Kardashian drama, and Isak would still hang on to his every word.
(warning, this fic is quite openly anti-Trump and somewhat pro-Hillary as well.)
Shitty “Mr. Crappy” Knight does not need a “straight man.”
That’s part of his schtick, actually. Mr. Crappy’s Political Party radio show does a lot on heteronormativity and gender roles. “Trust me, friends,” he says, grinning through his mustache as though his listeners can actually see him, “you can get those on any old channel. If I’m gonna have a straight man, I want a gay one.”
But, at least since he started in radio, another part of his shtick has been poking fun at Humorless Liberals– “and let’s face it, you know you’re out there,” he says. So when somebody wants to call in and discuss how Shitty – or “Mr. Crappy,” his FCC-friendly nom de plume – should really stop telling jokes and start Seriously Discussing the Issues, Shitty runs them over like a zamboni machine. “This is not and will never be C-SPAN,” he tells his audience. “And I’ll tell you something else. You don’t look up out of your copy of the Congressional Record and smell the roses once in a while, you’re gonna miss life.”
So that’s Shitty’s stance on serious codgers. They’re fresh meat, and he’s a bear, brah.
Except this Jack from Providence is a different animal. Jack never complains about Shitty’s jabs. Hell, he laughs at them – if a soft “Haha” can be considered a laugh at all – and plows right ahead with this point. His singlemindedness is a thing of beauty.
Fic prompt modern where Rhys and feyre are sitting on a plane next to each other and they dont know each other but feyre is going to Nesta and cassians wedding but they dont realise that Rhys knows cassian and they meet again at the wedding ahh pls
lol This came out of nowhere. Please ignore the fact that most women would probably not have given Rhys a second thought for pulling lines like these on them in such a situation.
Fly Me to the Moon
turbulence was awful. Nearly two hours into the flight and Feyre had
already spent a solid 45 minutes locked in the bathroom hugging the
toilet, no idea how she was going to survive the remaining four hours it
would take to get to New York. At least LA was a large enough travel
hub to offer a direct flight. The idea of taking off and landing twice in the same day didn’t sit well with her heart or her stomach.
me… miss?” A light knock came on the bathroom door and Feyre
straightened herself up before opening it. A flight attendant with a
curt blond bob was staring at her with an annoyed expression. “I’m
sorry, but we only have so many toilets available on today’s flight and
some of our other passengers have a need.”
If it hadn’t been for the nausea, Feyre would have snorted. A need, she thought, as if tearing out your insides from your ass was somehow a more pressing issue than doing it from your throat.
flight attendant seemed to get Feyre’s predicament and her expression
softened, but only a tad. “If you like, I have an open seat in first
class. The turbulence tends to not have as big an effect there on our
more gentle passengers.”
words “first class” stopped Feyre from snapping at the woman for
calling her gentle. This wasn’t the Renaissance. Her ovaries didn’t make
her dainty even if her stomach couldn’t handle a few air miles. “Is it
“Of course,” the attendant said.
wiped her mouth up with a few tissues next to the sink and followed the
attendant up the aisle to the front of the plane to her new seat. She
was excited. She’d never flown first class before, but of course she had
always wanted to. The drinks were free up there and supposedly, they
got their own pull out TV’s and reclinable chairs. The site of plush
leather cushions had Feyre drooling by the time the attendant stopped at
her new spot.
seat next to her was occupied by a tall, lean guy who looked to be
about her age. He had dark hair with just a slight curl to the ends of
it and he wore a deep violet button-up shirt. She couldn’t see much of
his face, though. It was covered by an eye mask as he slept that said Batman on it in yellow writing. Feyre tried not to roll her eyes.
it started out simple and sweet, you first met Calum at a high school party when he helped you get rid of a slime ball who kept hitting on you. Over the years your friendship grew and soon you found yourself needing Calum constantly, that was before he decided to join a band and tour the world. “I’ll always be there for you” those were the last words he spoke to you. Once he left he came back to your hometown a few times, and everytime he did you two would end up getting drunk and fucking…It became a constant thing. He’d come home, see his family, go to your house later that evening, 3 years later here you are, studying forensics and haven’t heard from Calum since 3 years ago.
Life was finally back to normal and as usual, something had to come around and fuck it all up….that thing being the infamous Calum Thomas Hood. The night started out as usual, you going back to your flat after a long day of lectures from your professors. You had finally gotten settled down in your pajamas with the latest episode of the Kardashians playing in the background while you made dinner. Once you put your dinner in the oven you heard a quiet knock at your front door, the last person you’d expect showing up at your door at 7 o'clock was standing right in front of you…Calum.
“what the actual fuck are you doing here?”
“hey to you too babe” Cockiness was pouring from his words
“my name is Y/N and I expect you to call me that and only that!” anger bubbled in my voice and I stood taller glaring at him
“Dominance, such a sexual trait love”
“Fuck you Hood”
“You wish, now may I come in? only for a bit. not too long”
After the awkward encounter on my doorstep, Calum proceeded to make his way into my living room and back into my life. As soon as I turned off the TV Thats when the tears started, not from me. but from him.
“I know it probably means nothing to you, but god Y/N I am so sorry for ditching you the way I did….” He let out a shaky breath and wiped away his tears on his sleeve, “I wish I could say I tried to forget and leave you alone but I’ve been miserable…ask the boys after I stopped contacting you I started drinking again and screwing around.”
“Calum, I don’t know what to say the things you did were shameless. You didn’t care what people thought about you because you didn’t care about others. it just hurts so much seeing you here because you bring back so many good and bad memories and I am scared to let you back in.”
“The boys and I are back in town for a month, give me a month to win you over again and get our friendship back please….”
“Fine, one month and if we aren’t friends again by then we just have to give up and stop contacting each other again, OK?”
One month can’t be that bad….right?
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