after school play

hey bro. wanna stop on by my house after school. play some tony hawk underground on my ps2.i got two controllers! we pick up some mountain dew livewire at 7-11. listen to some p.o.d.?

When I was nine, possibly ten, an author came to our school to talk about writing. His name was Hugh Scott, and I doubt he’s known outside of Scotland. And even then I haven’t seen him on many shelves in recent years in Scotland either. But he wrote wonderfully creepy children’s stories, where the supernatural was scary, but it was the mundane that was truly terrifying. At least to little ten year old me. It was Scooby Doo meets Paranormal Activity with a bonny braw Scottish-ness to it that I’d never experienced before.

I remember him as a gangling man with a wiry beard that made him look older than he probably was, and he carried a leather bag filled with paper. He had a pen too that was shaped like a carrot, and he used it to scribble down notes between answering our (frankly disinterested) questions. We had no idea who he was you see, no one had made an effort to introduce us to his books. We were simply told one morning, ‘class 1b, there is an author here to talk to you about writing’, and this you see was our introduction to creative writing. We’d surpassed finger painting and macaroni collages. It was time to attempt Words That Were Untrue.

You could tell from the look on Mrs M’s face she thought it was a waste of time. I remember her sitting off to one side marking papers while this tall man sat down on our ridiculously short chairs, and tried to talk to us about what it meant to tell a story. She wasn’t big on telling stories, Mrs M. She was also one of the teachers who used to take my books away from me because they were “too complicated” for me, despite the fact that I was reading them with both interest and ease. When dad found out he hit the roof. It’s the one and only time he ever showed up to the school when it wasn’t parents night or the school play. After that she just left me alone, but she made it clear to my parents that she resented the fact that a ten year old used words like ‘ubiquitous’ in their essays. Presumably because she had to look it up.

Anyway, Mr Scott, was doing his best to talk to us while Mrs M made scoffing noises from her corner every so often, and you could just tell he was deflating faster than a bouncy castle at a knife sharpening party, so when he asked if any of us had any further questions and no one put their hand up I felt awful. I knew this was not only insulting but also humiliating, even if we were only little children. So I did the only thing I could think of, put my hand up and said “Why do you write?”

I’d always read about characters blinking owlishly, but I’d never actually seen it before. But that’s what he did, peering down at me from behind his wire rim spectacles and dragging tired fingers through his curly beard. I don’t think he expected anyone to ask why he wrote stories. What he wrote about, and where he got his ideas from maybe, and certainly why he wrote about ghosts and other creepy things, but probably not why do you write. And I think he thought perhaps he could have got away with “because it’s fun, and learning is fun, right kids?!”, but part of me will always remember the way the world shifted ever so slightly as it does when something important is about to happen, and this tall streak of a man looked down at me, narrowed his eyes in an assessing manner and said, “Because people told me not to, and words are important.”

I nodded, very seriously in the way children do, and knew this to be a truth. In my limited experience at that point, I knew certain people (with a sidelong glance to Mrs M who was in turn looking at me as though she’d just known it’d be me that type of question) didn’t like fiction. At least certain types of fiction. I knew for instance that Mrs M liked to read Pride and Prejudice on her lunch break but only because it was sensible fiction, about people that could conceivably be real. The idea that one could not relate to a character simply because they had pointy ears or a jet pack had never occurred to me, and the fact that it’s now twenty years later and people are still arguing about the validity of genre fiction is beyond me, but right there in that little moment, I knew something important had just transpired, with my teacher glaring at me, and this man who told stories to live beginning to smile. After that the audience turned into a two person conversation, with gradually more and more of my classmates joining in because suddenly it was fun. Mrs M was pissed and this bedraggled looking man who might have been Santa after some serious dieting, was starting to enjoy himself. As it turned out we had all of his books in our tiny corner library, and in the words of my friend Andrew “hey there’s a giant spider fighting a ghost on this cover! neat!” and the presentation devolved into chaos as we all began reading different books at once and asking questions about each one. “Does she live?”— “What about the talking trees” —“is the ghost evil?” —“can I go to the bathroom, Miss?” —“Wow neat, more spiders!”

After that we were supposed to sit down, quietly (glare glare) and write a short story to show what we had learned from listening to Mr Scott. I wont pretend I wrote anything remotely good, I was ten and all I could come up with was a story about a magic carrot that made you see words in the dark, but Mr Scott seemed to like it. In fact he seemed to like all of them, probably because they were done with such vibrant enthusiasm in defiance of the people who didn’t want us to.

The following year, when I’d moved into Mrs H’s class—the kind of woman that didn’t take away books from children who loved to read and let them write nonsense in the back of their journals provided they got all their work done—a letter arrived to the school, carefully wedged between several copies of a book which was unheard of at the time, by a new author known as J.K. Rowling. Mrs H remarked that it was strange that an author would send copies of books that weren’t even his to a school, but I knew why he’d done it. I knew before Mrs H even read the letter.

Because words are important. Words are magical. They’re powerful. And that power ought to be shared. There’s no petty rivalry between story tellers, although there’s plenty who try to insinuate it. There’s plenty who try to say some words are more valuable than others, that somehow their meaning is more important because of when it was written and by whom. Those are the same people who laud Shakespeare from the heavens but refuse to acknowledge that the quote “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them“ is a dick joke.

And although Mr Scott seems to have faded from public literary consumption, I still think about him. I think about his stories, I think about how he recommended another author and sent copies of her books because he knew our school was a puritan shithole that fought against the Wrong Type of Wordes and would never buy them into the library otherwise. But mostly I think about how he looked at a ten year old like an equal and told her words and important, and people will try to keep you from writing them—so write them anyway.

jason scott a.k.a the red ranger, played by the beautiful dacre montgomery in the 2017 Power Rangers movie, is physically disabled. it’s canon, let’s not forget that. 

pass it on.

Why is it such a big deal to Jeremy that Christine is signing up for the after school play?? The girl has an entire song about how much she loves play practice, there’s no way her doing theatre is a new thing in this school, and yet he acts as though he’s never seen her sign up for a play before.

“How do you sleep with so many hamster plushies?”
HAHAHA – well eventually I had to send some of them over to my sibling’s and parent’s beds  ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

“What about dust?”
My brother’s chores include vacuuming our room at least twice a week ahaha

EXO as Freshmen

~ forgets all of his things at home on the first day
~ shares his lunch with kids who say they’re hungry
~ monotone presentation voice
~ involuntarily screams “OH FUCK!” whenever a ball comes towards him during gym
~ best friends with the waitress at the nearby noodle place
~ sometimes speaks chinese by accident and blushes for the rest of the period

~ captain of every sports team except for soccer (luhan got the spot and he’s still mad)
~ teachers like him so much that they bring him lunch and let him leave his stuff in the staff room
~ uses a whole can of hair gel every day
~ lives off nutrition bars (claims they help him stay fit)
~ misses a total of 35 school days to go to competitions
~ secretly a genius if you look at his grades

~ wears designer clothes (still hasn’t gotten jumped but it’s coming)
~ threatens to sue when he gets bad grades
~ cries from stress when doing sports but it helps him win somehow
~ spends lunch in the girls washroom giving makeup tips
~ holds the wildest and most lit holiday parties
~ has a crush on half of the senior grade

~ bumps into everything
~ has a 60% in art but still thinks he’s the shit
~ king of basketball
~ eats a 3 course meal every lunch
~ wears tank tops in december
~ tried campaigning against junmyeon for class president and lost 28:1 (ugly cried in the bathroom for half an hour afterwards)

~ hangs out for like 3 hours after school each day
~ plays soccer in the hallways in between classes
~ “eating in the cafeteria is social suicide”
~ takes 400 pictures whenever he’s on a fieldtrip
~ dabs unironically
~ hair is a different colour every week

~ refuses to use his locker and just lugs everything around
~ takes food from the office despite already having breakfast
~ buys the yearbook just because there’s one good photo of him in it
~ cannot function without a coffee every day
~ screams a lot during class
~ thinks debates and discussions are the right place to start roasting his classmates

~ “it’s only grade 9, none of this counts”
~ listens to music and sings out loud during work periods
~ snapchats every second of every day
~ half-asses everything during p.e
~ brings tons of snacks to class and shares with his table group
~ the only thing he’s good at is choir, he’s always the star of assemblies

~ lives in the music room
~ “do teachers accept bribes”
~ refuses to write exams in pen in case he messes up
~ wears band merch head to toe every thursday
~ always claps for too long during presentations or assemblies
~ gets lost all the time and doesn’t figure out the school layout until may

~ class president
~ writes exam notes for every subject and gives them to kids for $10 bucks a subject
~ forever has a headache and takes 4 tylenols a day
~ always gives the thank you speech for when guests come in
~ “i can’t do anything this month guys, i’m studying!”
~ stress cries during exams but hides it well

~ writes with calligraphy pens
~ plays the clarinet for band and takes lessons outside of school
~ will smack you if you talk to him when he’s got his earphones in
~ still has his winter coat in his locker on the last day of school
~ studied for 2 hours the day before exams and still passed
~ has a running mental list of people he hates

~ the nicest boy in the entire grade that everyone falls in love with
~ says he’s vegan but everyone knows he eats chicken nuggets in the bathroom during fifth period
~ never does his homework but is charming enough to get away with it
~ the only thing he ever says is “oops”
~ tried to bring his dogs to school once and got send home
~ dances during gym class instead of paying attention so he has no idea what to do half the time

~ only ever eats out
~ “this only has 500 calories it should be fine”
~ uses his phone as a mirror every five seconds
~ wears sunglasses inside
~ gets love notes in his locker and keeps them to laugh at when he’s bored
~ talks a whole lot of shit and always gets caught

anonymous asked:

theres this post going around about michael confessing to jeremy while he has the optic nerve blocker on and if ur up for writing angst then :,^)

excuse me but this is perfect

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Jeremy was ignoring him. Michael could tell Jeremy was ignoring him because they usually braved the halls together, and Jeremy had only said one thing to him that day. Which was…His name. Followed by “where have you been?”

Michael knew that fucking Squip was a terrible idea, because as soon as he had replied, Jeremy’s back had straightened, his eyes had strayed from Michael’s face, and he had immediately walked away, backpack hanging off of one shoulder. 

Luckily, Michael had a key to Jeremy’s house.

An hour after school, after play rehearsal was definitely over, Michael was outside of his best friend’s door, tapping his foot, trying to decide if he should go in.

The thing was, he really shouldn’t be hurting this much because his friend hadn’t talked to him in nine hours, but he was. Maybe it was because Jeremy was one of his only friends, maybe it was…Something else. Michael didn’t really want to think about that, though, because if Jeremy’s Squip had anything to say about it, things would probably never work out in his favor.

Maybe it was because he knew that if the Squip had succeeded, his best friend (slash long time crush) was…Basically dead.

Michael shook his head, taking the house key out of his pocket and unlocking the door. “Jeremy?” He called, glancing around the entryway, “Are you home?”

No answer. 

He walked down the hall, the door to Jeremy’s bedroom was closed. Michael knocked, “Jeremy? You in there?”

No reply.

“I’m coming in, hide your porn.” He opened the door, glancing around the room, Jeremy was there. He was pacing, from the wall to the window, talking to himself.

“What the hell, dude?”

Jeremy didn’t even look up, he just continued the animated conversation, muttering and mumbling, seemingly talking to an invisible person.

“Dude! Snap out of it!” Michael stood directly in front of Jeremy, daring him to continue walking, he didn’t. Jeremy paused and turned around, looking at the window as though it were a person.

“I can’t just do that.” Jeremy said to no one.

“Jeremy, dude-”

“Why the fuck would I-”

Jeremy-” Michael was almost crying now, what the fuck is going on? Why can’t he hear me?

Michael had always been the loner, the loser. But he had never been truly alone. He had always had Jeremy. Jeremy was a constant in his life where nothing else was, and now Jeremy was…What the fuck? “Jeremy you just need to reply to me-”

“I can’t say that.” Jeremy said, again, to no one.

“I can’t…I can’t do this alone.” Michael sniffed, aware that he was tearing up. “What the fuck…How do I snap you out of this?” Michael could feel himself losing Jeremy, he could see a future where they weren’t friends, and Jeremy had abandoned him for everyone who was cooler and more popular. “I-” Jeremy was gone, it was just the Squip now. “Jeremy I…I love you.” 

Jeremy didn’t even flinch. His eyebrows furrowed, but Michael could tell he hadn’t heard.

He stormed out of Jeremy’s house, frustrated, alone, and lost.

What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

Anchor (Liam Dunbar)

Originally posted by michaasiak

this idea was one I’ve had for a while and honestly, I’m proud I’m posting two days in a row lol.  with all the love you’ve shown The One Where You Find a New Home, I decided to write something new for you guys!! hope you enjoy xx

warnings: none

Brett Talbot.

That boy sure is attractive, but he makes any girl run the opposite direction when he opens him mouth.  And I have the huge misfortune of seeing him today after school.  Devenford Prep is playing Beacon Hills and I can’t wait to watch my friends kick their asses.  There must be something in the water over at Devenford that has made them believe going to a private school somehow makes them superior.  They act all cocky, like nothing and nobody can touch them.

Snapped out of my angry inner monologue, I see Liam opening him locker and walk over.

“So, Nine, you ready for the game today?” I say, with a wiggle of my eyebrows.  But instead of the grin I had expected back, all I get is a half-hearted shrug.  “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I forgot my science project at home, my water spilled in my bag and soaked my notebook, and I don’t want to see Brett’s stupid face today,” he finishes with a frustrated huff.

I put my hands up in surrender.  “Woah, slow down.  It’s going to be okay and I know you’ll do fine.  You’ve beaten them before and you have some help with… well… you know,” I say, referring to the heightened senses that come with being a werewolf.  “I’ll be in the stands, cheering you on!”  I say, with too much enthusiasm and head to my next class.  I hope my little speech helped.

After what seems like the longest day of my life, it is finally time for the game.  Although I’m just here to watch, I have butterflies in my stomach and can’t sit still, too worked up with anticipation.  I decide to head to the water fountain, just to have something to do to calm down before the game.  Liam seemed nervous enough and with chemo signals, the last thing he needs is my anxiety overwhelming him.  I step down from the top of the bleachers.  Then, humming and slightly distracted, I walk right into a rock-hard chest.

“Hey, beautiful,” and with those words, I immediately roll my eyes.

“Not today, Talbot.”  I try to scoot around him, but he steps to the side, once again blocking my way.

“Come on, babe, just talk to me.”  With this, I notice a player on the field raise his head in our direction and recognize Liam.  Brett continues, “You can even go out with me after the game.  I want you as my prize.”

I scoff.  “No thanks, but maybe after Beacon Hills wins, I’ll consider giving you a pity handshake.”

“Don’t be like that, I’ve seen you looking at me and I want you to know, you can always come to our side of the bleachers and wear my extra jersey.  You’d look great in it,” he says with a wink and I have to use all my strength not to get sick right in front of him.  He makes the mistake of putting his hand on my hip and that’s when I see Stiles and Scott rushing over to huddle around Liam.

“Excuse me, Brett.  This conversation has been tons of fun, but I have to go.”  Running over, I see Liam’s eyes through his helmet.  They aren’t bright blue anymore, but a sickly shade of yellow.  I mutter curses under my breath, looking to Scott for instructions.

With panic in his eyes, he tells me to take Liam inside, away from anyone who could realize what he is.  I nod, grabbing Liam’s arm and taking him where I’ve been with Scott before, in a similar situation to Liam’s: the boy’s locker room.  Arguably the smelliest and dirtiest place in the school, it seems to be the place to go when one needs separation from the world, which describes what Liam needs if he wants to avoid wolfing out.  

“Get out of here,” Liam mutters, eyes shut tight and hands balled into fists.  I see blood dripping to the floor, meaning his claws are out.

Cautiously, I respond, “Liam, just-”

“LEAVE!” he interrupts and lets out a terrifying growl.  He rams against a set of lockers, leaving them dented.  “Please, go right now before I hurt you.”

To this, I shake my head.  “You won’t hurt me, Liam.  Just listen to my heartbeat.  You can control this.  You need to control this.”  I take a few steps towards him, resting a hand on his shoulders heaving with heavy breaths.  He whips his head up towards me, eyes still yellow.  I take his hand and put it on my chest, right above my heart.  “You’re okay, just focus on the steady rhythm of my heart and breath.  You are safe and everything is okay.  There is nothing to worry about, nothing to be angry about, and nothing to fear.”  With this, he closes his eyes and sighs.  He opens them after a few minutes of silence and I am relieved to see they are back to being beautifully blue.

“Thank you.  I think you’re my anchor.  You brought me back when I thought I’d turn,” he sheepishly says.  “It’s just… I mean… When I saw you talking to Brett, hearing the things he was saying, I got so angry an-and jealous.”

I put a hand on his face and run my thumb across his cheekbone.  “Don’t worry about it.  I love you, idiot and I will happily take on anything that comes with being an anchor.  We should probably let Scott and Stiles know you’re alright, though.”  I take his hand that has since healed from being punctured with his claws and we walk back to the field together.

“Where THE HELL is Dunbar?!” we hear Coach say, obviously angered he’s missing one of his best players.

“I’m here!”

“Well, what are you waiting for?  Get on the field and score us some goals!”  Jeez, I don’t know how these players deal with such a loud coach.

Before the whistle blows, Liam looks over at me.  I wink and whisper, “Kick Talbot’s ass,” to which I get a thumbs up.  This game sure is going to be interesting.  I giggle, shaking my head, and crossing my fingers and shout, “Let’s go Beacon Hills!”

anonymous asked:

do u maybe have some pure mac/charlie headcanons for me? i love them

  • mac started wearing tees with slogans on them in middle school as a way to help charlie with his reading.
  • growing up, mac would ask to practice kissing with charlie just in case he ever got asked on dates, and even though charlie didn’t like kissing all that much, he could never say no to mac.
  • charlie loved going to mac’s house after school because he could play with poppins. mac loved going to charlie’s house after school because ms. kelly would always give him a big hug.
  • they kept mac’s wedding dress from that one time they faked their deaths, just in case they ever need to do it again.
  • before frank, charlie used to dumpster dive with mac, who never enjoyed it but would always go to make sure charlie didn’t get hurt or lost.
  • they have secret weekly meetings where they practice for future potential chardee macdennis games, because damn it, they’re going to beat dee and dennis one day.
No Way

Originally posted by katnharper

Pairing: Jensen x Daneel, Jensen x daughter!Reader, Daneel x step daughter!Reader, JJ
Word count: 936
Warnings: A swear

Part 3 of Letters From the Dead

Today our little girl is a year old, J. I can’t believe it was just a year ago that I gave birth to this tiny human that grew inside me…and now she’s walking! Some of the faces she makes remind me so much of you. I have a feeling she’ll be the class clown.

Your head was against the window as you were driven away from the city that you’d called home your entire life. Music played softly in your ears, blocking out everything else. Sighing, you wiped a tear from your cheek, watching semis, vans of families, and groups of teenagers singing along to whatever music they had playing.

When you’d heard that he lived just one hour from you, you were floored. So close, and you’d never laid eyes on him. You were already halfway there, and no one would tell you who he was. What did it matter? Your phone was shut off, and you’d only kept it for the numbers and pictures on it. Even so, your friends would find out soon enough.

Shaking it off, you’d stopped trying to get hints, simply rolling your eyes and trying not to picture anything too out there.

That morning at breakfast, Jensen told JJ about you, and showed her the most recent picture that was in with the letters. It was from the summer after middle school, you playing in the pool with a couple friends. You were sitting on a man’s shoulders (yet there was no indication who he was), and your best friend was on her father’s, each of you laughing and trying to knock the other off.

He knew that she could make some noise, but the excited noise she made caused him to wince. Getting her to sit still after that was impossible, her voice filling the house as she chattered away.

Now he was sitting out on the front steps, knowing that you’d be there soon. His elbows were on his knees, his fingers laced together as he watched his driveway. There was no telling how this would go, or how you’d be reacting to your mother’s death.

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anonymous asked:

Have you ever thought about what if Jack was the figure skater that got in to hockey instead?



i’ve actually thought of multiple aus where this happens, but my fav one is this: 

  • ok so in this, alicia was a famous figure skater, and bob is… idk, a businessman or whatever for something super canadian??? IDK THE POINT IS IT BRINGS THE FAMILY TO CANADA 
  • (also bitty is older than jack by a year) 
  • so alicia was a two-time olympic gold medalist, and jack learns to start skating from an early age 
  • he immediately LOVES it, and he eventually asks his parents for lessons because he wants to compete 
  • so jack skates all of his childhood and he’s good enough to win regional championships and whatnot 
  • but by the end of middle school, jack has a ridiculous growth spurt (which they had predicted would happen considering bob’s height), and his skating is obviously super affected by it, and he realizes very quickly that he probably won’t be able to make an actual career out of it 
  • so bob suggests hockey because at least he can still skate, and jack just shrugs and is like “sure” 
  • turns out, jack is a million times better at hockey than he is at figure skating 
  • he gets voted captain of his high school team after only playing for two years, and jack seriously considers playing in a junior league but ultimately decides on going to college and playing there 
  • so he goes to samwell 
  • he shows up for training camp and meets his coaches and new teammates, and it isn’t until the coaches have already started their introductory welcome to the frogs that another guy bounds into the arena 
  • he has a half-dozen gift bags in one hand, and what looks like a pecan pie in the other, and he’s on the shorter side, so jack is VERY surprised when the coaches introduce the guy as the team captain 
  • bitty welcomes everyone warmly and hands out the gift bags to the frogs and hands off the pie to the older guys, and then everyone starts introductions 
  • then comes jack’s turn, and he’s honestly not sure how the other guys are going to react to him being a figure skater, but he realizes very quickly that he had no reason to worry because ransom and holster (sophomores) are clapping him on the back and talking about how cool that is, and shitty (another frog and, coincidentally, jack’s roommate) is saying stuff about jack defying stereotypes and whatever 
  • then there’s bitty who keeps staring at jack when he thinks jack isn’t looking 
  • so the guys all lace up their skates and get out on the ice, and it only takes a couple minutes of practice before jack sees why bitty, despite only being a sophomore, is captain of the team 
  • bitty is fast, and he has amazing handling, and his energy on the ice is infectious, and it’s really fucking obvious that everyone loves him 
  • so at the end of practice, bitty goes up to jack and asks him to hang back for a bit, and bitty shyly asks jack about what figure skating was like 
  • “why?” 
  • “i’m just curious. you don’t have to tell me anything, of course. i’ll respect your privacy.  i’ve just always wanted to do figure skating, but i never had the opportunity.  coaches are kind of hard to find in the south, and hockey was the closest thing” 
  • “you’d probably be a good figure skater” 
  • “huh?” 
  • “you’re… y’know… short
  • “i can’t believe i’m getting chirped by a frog!” 
  • “i’m just pointing out facts. my height is actually the reason why i stopped and went to hockey” 
  • “well, you’re the one with the body built for it. no one ever takes me seriously on the ice” 
  • “i’m sure they do once you zip right past them” 
  • so by the end of their conversation, jack ends up volunteering to show bitty some figure skating moves, and bitty teaches jack the ins and outs of everything on the SMH and samwell 
  • and they become fast friends
  • so the thing is, jack is very, very aware of the fact that he is gay 
  • he had years of traveling with other very attractive skaters to confirm that 
  • so he knows he’s gay, but he’s never told a soul  
  • he is also VERY aware that he is attracted to bitty 
  • adorable, southern baker bitty 
  • bitty, who is also his captain 
  • and it isn’t a secret that bitty is gay, but it’s because of this that bitty is extremely popular on campus 
  • literally everyone knows him, and jack’s only been at samwell for about a month when he realizes he has a crush on bitty, but he’s already seen the man get asked out at least half a dozen times 
  • jack’s very insecure to begin with, but he has no idea how he’s even supposed to compete with these other guys 
  • so anyway, out on the ice, bitty and jack end up just… clicking 
  • jack gets moved up to the first line right away, and the team does extremely well 
  • but now, winter screw is around the corner, and ransom and holster are trying to set up all of the frogs on dates 
  • including jack 
  • and the last thing jack wants is to be set up with a date who may be… well, expecting something that jack definitely is not interested in 
  • so jack comes out to shitty, and then eventually comes out to ransom and holster, and then bitty and the rest of the team 
  • and jack feels a huge weight lift off his shoulders 
  • but then bitty is super quiet around him all of a sudden, and always seems to be on edge 
  • and jack thinks maybe it’s because bitty thinks that jack likes him (which is true) but bitty only wants to be friends and doesn’t want to lead him on 
  • so jack’s a little dejected about that because he thought maybe he’d have a chance now, but apparently not 
  • he goes to winter screw with some guy on the football team, and jack has fun, but when the guy kisses him, jack just isn’t into it so he decides to head home 
  • on the way back to his dorm, he runs into bitty, who is on his way to the haus 
  • “i thought you were still at the dance” 
  • “oh, uh… my date got super drunk and threw up on my shoes, and i’m honestly just… really tired. i hope your date was better” 
  • “he was fine. nice. i just wasn’t into it” 
  • “oh” 
  • “yeah” 
  • “…” 
  • “…” 
  • “do you wanna come to the haus?  i was planning on making a couple of pies for the boys to snack on later” 
  • “yeah, sure” 
  • so they walk back together and jack ends up helping bitty bake, and it’s fun, SO much more fun than winter screw had been 
  • they make spiked hot cocoa and eat apple pie straight out of the tin 
  • and tbh, we could drag the sexual tension out forever, but i firmly believe that had bitty known that jack wasn’t straight early on in canon, then they would’ve gotten together way before graduation 
  • so they’re standing at the sink, and jack’s helping bitty dry the dishes as he listens to bitty talk about his frog year, and jack feels so… good 
  • and the thing is, had he not been drinking, jack probably would’ve just left and gone back to his dorm and resumed his quiet pining 
  • but jack has been drinking–not a lot, obviously, but enough for him to feel brave enough to take a chance 
  • …except bitty kisses him first 
  • jack freezes up, caught totally off guard, and bitty takes this as rejection and jumps back and immediately starts apologizing 
  • but jack just cuts him off with another kiss 
  • “what… what was that for” 
  • “you kissed me first, bittle” 
  • “yeah, but you didn’t seem into it and–” 
  • “i was very into it. you just surprised me, is all” 
  • “oh” 
  • “yeah, uh… i didn’t even–i thought you didn’t like me… like that” 
  • “good lord, jack. i like you a lot.  i was afraid of being too obvious, especially after you came out to us. i mean, i’m your captain, i didn’t want to make you feel like i was abusing my power or something and–” 
  • jack quiets him with another kiss 
All My Days I’ll Know Your Face

Summary: When a new kid starts at Phil’s school, Phil certainly doesn’t expect him to be everything he ever could have hoped for in a friend and more. Can he convince him to let go of the past and audition for the school musical? And what about those feelings that somehow seem to pop up when he least expects them?

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Fluff, High school AU

Extra tags: Getting together, strangers to friends to lovers

Warnings: Bullying, homophobia mention, some swearing

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A/N: Inspired by Dan and Phil’s recent comments, “I really think that 14-year-old Dan and 14-year-old Phil would have gotten along quite well.” “I think they’d have been friends”, as well as my recent Glee rewatch and obsession with theatrekid!Dan. Big thanks to Kirsten (cafephan) for encouraging me to write this, as it probably wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I hope you enjoy!!

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Seventeen as Dads!

Requested by @mistatrustfund

(C/N) means Child’s Name

Originally posted by scoupstv


He’d probably take his (C/N) to carnivals all the time and win all the prizes for him/her. When (C/N) gets hurt, he always buys ice cream for him/her. However, when (C/N) is being a bad kid :O,, Coups will not be scared to tell them what’s right. Overall, he would be a great dad.

Originally posted by lunarjun


Jeonghan would teach his kid to stand up for himself/herself. He’d probably fall asleep watching kid shows with (C/N) tbh. Not to mention, he’d give (C/N) the best hair tips. “No! (C/N)! AHHH! What are you doing?? NeVeR wash your hair like that again unless you want it to fall out by the time you’re 30!! Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”

Originally posted by lovejoshua17


He probably buys presents for his kid on every occasion (Even on random days like yoga day or something.) “(C/N)! Happy national turtle day! Here’s a stuffed turtle to show how much I love you!” I could see him cuddling stuffed animals with (C/N), and teach them to speak in both Korean and english.

Originally posted by junhoontrash


Jun would probably read bedtime stories to his kid. He would make sure (C/N) starts reading at a young age. I could see Jun getting (C/N) to learn martial arts and all the languages he knows. He’d also show (C/N) all his movies because he wants (C/N) to see how cool his/her dad is. “(C/N)!(C/N)! Come on! You’re missing my best scene!!!”

Originally posted by jeonheart


Hoshi would make his kid laugh a lot. He’s probably that dad to play peek-a-boo and make really weird faces too much. He would also make a bunch of silly drawings in order to make (C/N) laugh. “HEY (C/N) SHOULD I TEACH YOU HOW TO DRAW A DINOSAUR??”

Originally posted by mc-gyu


Like Jun, he teaches his kid to read at a young age. He’d have a baby carrier pouch thing and wear gym shorts and sarcastic t-shirts. He’d be really sweet to his child and come up with the worst dad jokes, but still manage to make (C/N) laugh.

Originally posted by mountean


He’s really work oriented, but he still makes time for his child. I could see him teaching (C/N) how to read music and how to play the piano at a young age. He’d probably like talking to his child’s teachers about (C/N)’s progress and enjoy helping out with homework. Overall, Woozi would make a pretty responsible dad.

Originally posted by just-soonyoung


He’s definitely an extremely happy dad. He’d try to do everything with his child, and probably let his kid try out every extracurricular activity. I could see him singing lullabies for his kid when they’re crying. He’d probably also sing along to openings to cartoons just to make (C/N) smile.

Originally posted by jihanmeanietrash


Mingyu would be the ultimate dad. He’d be good at dad jokes, fixing things, and anything dad-like. He’d cook stuff for his kid after school and probably play sports or something with them. He’d definitely be good at the sports, but he’d probably get the terms wrong to mess with (C/N). “(C/N)! I SCORED A HOME RUN!” “Dad…this is basketball…”

Originally posted by minghaeo


I could see The8 making his kid learn martial arts with Jun’s kid. Minghao would be very protective and bring band-aids or something everywhere in case (C/N) gets hurt. “Dad!!! Let me ride the seesaw!” *Minghao pulls a helmet out of nowhere* “Not without this, kiddo.”

Originally posted by seventeencutecarrots


Now Seungkwan would be a very sassy father. He’d definitely sing random things all the time and not be afraid to tell weird jokes. However, he’d probably only sass (C/N) jokingly. I feel like Seungkwan as a dad would be kind of like my dad. (Like random, sassy, loud, always singing.) Not to mention, Seungkwan probably would drink out of a “The World’s Greatest Dad” mug every day.

Originally posted by just-soonyoung


Vernon would probably read (C/N) those stories with life lessons every night. He’d also refer to himself as “the cool hip daddio!1” I wouldn’t be surprised if he let (C/N) make a meme account when they got older. Vernon would introduce his kid to Drake too (yknow, gettin his kid in the hippest jams).

Originally posted by performanceunit


He’ll definitely teach (C/N) to dance and encourage them a lot. I bet Chan would make (C/N)’s room dinosaur themed or something. He’d probably also get matching outfits with (C/N) just because. Overall, he’d make a 10/10 dad.