i found this post in my drafts and have ZERO memory of writing it (thank u alcohol) so im gonna put it in my queue lol
ok but imagine
Bitty comes out to his parents but he doesn’t tell them about Jack, thinks it’s for the best, maybe to ease his parents into things or maybe to keep the pool of People Who Know as small as possible
and like yeah Ransom and Holster are super oblivious but Suzanne Bittle is not, not when it comes to her son, because she is a certified Nosy Southern Mother and she can see he’s been acting differently, happier but quieter, always on his phone and blushing when she asks about boys
and he talks about the team a LOT
Jack’s one of his best friends and he’s just started his NHL career, so of course Bitty’s never gonna shut up about Jack
(Same goes for Shitty and law school. And eventually Ransom and med school. Dicky is proud of his friends and wants everyone to know. He gets that trait from Suzanne, she understands)
but he keeps talking about this one Boy, how sweet he is and how his smile is like a sack of puppies and how bitty’s always making this boy do things with him like baking and getting froyo and going shopping and Suzanne is like. Yes. This must be Dicky’s secret boyfriend.
the next family weekend or whatever, Suzanne demands to meet this Chowder boy who’s stolen Bitty’s heart
“Jennifer Chu and Maise Huff (aka Knockout and Ithinka Can on the track) have been best friends since their first day of Fresh Meat Orientation for the Eastside Roller Girls, but when they get drafted for two different teams they’ll have to figure out if the bond between them is stronger than the pull of a team when a win is on the line.
You get slammed on the track and slammed in life, and in both cases you have to take your hits and get back up again! “
little things to love about each member of performance unit :-)
AHHH HE’S SUCH A BIG TODDLER SOMETIMES I SWEAR.
Like he looks and acts really cool like a damn model, but once he actually starts talking he’s just so OVERLY EXCITED AND SMILEY AND JUMPY AND IT’S THE CUTEST THING,
it’s a complete contrast from his stage!self.(and when he dances oh diddly darn he looks like he could kill someone, his stage presence is no joke)
He even calls himself the “quiet pretty boy” and that describes him 50000% like he always has his head up in the clouds as if he’s looking for something greater than what’s here on earth (srry for getting poetic but it’s true and he’s a gift from the heavens)
he’s also achieved so much!!!! LIKE HE WAS A CHILD ACTOR AND WENT TO A TOP SCHOOL AND CAN PLAY THE PIANO AND KNOWS MARTIAL ARTS, AND DANCES LIKE HE HAS NO BONES, AND HIS SINGING VOICE IS ANGELIC LIKE HE IS COMPLETELY PERFECT AND HE NEVER BRAGS
(except when it comes to his good looks of course)(if i looked like that id never let anyone forget it either tbh)
(but he said he’s envious of seungcheol’s confidence when they probably have the same amount of confidence like wtf)
and this cutie also hides snacks with him but he said that sometimes the members eat them all (awwww)
but I bet he never even minds, he’s such a humble boy.
and HE’S SO TOUCHY, LIKE HE IS ALWAYS WITH HIS ARM AROUND ONE OF THE MEMBERS OR WITH HIS HAND IN THEIR THIGH,
(or aggressively showing minghao his affection lmao)
HE’S JUST SO EXCITABLE AND IT’S SO CUTE.
JUN ALSO SAID HIS ROLE MODELS ARE ZHOUMI AND HENRY OF SUPER JUNIOR-M AND HE LOVES TEACHING THE MEMBERS CHINESE OR COOKING THEM CHINESE FOOD OR GIVING THEM A GOOD IMAGE OF CHINESE PEOPLE, HE’S JUST REALLY PROUD!!!!!!
And on OFD when he kept being everybody’s motivational speaker and had a “DON’T GIVE UP” attitude, like they could have been stuck in a Lord of the Flies situation with half of them dead and he’s be like
“This is fine, guys,we’ll find a way :-)”
“JUN, HALF OF US ARE DEAD!”
“This is fine :-)”
“We can do it if we believe! :-)”
ok so i’m gonna try and not be biased so god help me,
but he’s such a good leader honestly, like he comes up with the choreography of every song,
and he also let’s chan come up with some parts,
and he gets inspiration from the littlest of things (like a damn tissue, rlly? omg)
like he’s so talented and ambitious, like i forgot who said this, but someone described soonyoung as a boy who just wanted to improve his singing, and he was part of the vocal team originally, but he wanted to dance instead,
AND HE’S SO GOOD AT BOTH, AND HE STILL WANTS TO IMPROVE HIS SINGING
and he’s so caring towards the rest of them team, like he never fails to let them know that he’s also their friend.
AND THE WAY HE TUCKED IN CHANNIE IN OFD, like he was up after he tucked him in, so chan was literally just waiting to be tucked in and i cried so much,
he’s such a nice older brother to him and he’s soo cute and soo fluffy and soft and the king of squish,
and he has THE CUTEST LITTLE HANDS, LIKE THEY’RE SO PRETTY, AND HIS NAILS ARE PRETTIER THAN MINE, AND HIS FINGER ARE SO PRETTY AND SKINNY,
AND THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS WITH HIS TINY HANDS IS SO CUTE, like he grabs things with both hands kinds like a baby or a bear, OR A BABY BEAR, and he holds a microphone so preciously like he puts one hand on the bottom and one near his mouth and IT’S ADORABLE, THE SAME WHEN HE DRINKS WATER,
like the way he just holds himself is sooo cute.
Like when he smiles, his face scrunches up and his eyes almost completely close and his bunny cheeks get even more high, and then he also laughs with his entire body and he brings his hands up to face to clap in his cute way that he does, like he claps from the palm to the fingers adnjnjfevfvv and he makes himself into kinda a ball (do i make sense ajahah?)
He just cares so much for everyone and it just trying to make people smile, that’s all he wants. He’s such a pure soul :’-)
ok like with this boy you take one look at him and you go “awww he’s sooo cute :-)”
and you’d be right like 500000%,
like the way he talks so softly and his laugh is so dorky and his hair seems really soft despise it being probably dead
(like in 17project when he had a different hair color everyday and he looked so darn cute in all of them and when they performed everyone loved ‘the kid with the silver/blue hair’)
BUT THEN SUDDENLY HE PULLS OUT THUG!HAO and you’re like :-0 AND IT’S LIKE YOU DON’T FUCK WITH HIM HE DON’T FUCK WITH YOU,
but he still somehow looks really cute ykno, lik even when he was screaming at mingyu in OFD (i swear, that show brought out their true selves) i was stilll heart eyes emoji on him.
but then also HIS DORKY LAUGH, AND THE WAY HE SQUEEZES UP HIS FACE AS WELL.
BUT THEN LIKE HE ALSO JUST LOOKS REALLY COOL ON STAGE, AND HIS BBOYING AND WE’RE ALL AWARE.
HE’S SO TALENTED AT DANCING TOO LIKE HE HAS NO BONES HE’S JUST A LITTLE JELLY BABY,
but he did say thta he hated the fact that he’s so skinny and can’t put on weight :-( but he’s still really toned despise that !!!!!! like w o w
and the fact that he was probably was a puppy in his past life
AND HE JUST REALLY LOVES HIS MEMBERS A LOT AND WANT THEM TO KNOW, LIKE HE’S CONSTANTLY COMPLIMENTING THEM,
likr really showing soonyoung how much he respects him but choosing woozi over him one time
(which resulted in a pouty soonyoung awww)
and the way he’s just always fanning over chan and squeezing his face like he’s the cutest little thing ever (he is)
and let’s not forget about his bromeo mingyu who are the kind of best friends that keep reminding everyone they’re best friends no matter how annoying it gets,
and idk minghao just gives me such bubbly feels ykno, like he’s so cute and sweet but also has such an independent aura around him
AwwwW my boyfriend channie, who everyone plus their mom love to fawn over,
and hE’S SO READY TO FIGHT EVERYONE WHO DOES, LIKE HE JUST WANTS EVERYONE TO NOT THINK LESS OF HIM JUST BECAUSE HE’S YOUNG AND I RESPECT HIM SO MUCH FOR THAT,
but hey he can’t help it that he’s the cutest person in the world.
And like he’s honestly such a good answer which must come from his genes because his parents are also dancers wow boi.
And he’s so neutral evil like this fker acts like such a sweet endearing maknae but will probably break a plate and blame the hyungs so tht he can watch hell unfold bc he’s sick of them, what a babe.
And like he tries to be a bright person to cheer up the others which must be hard on him yknow, everyone deserves to feel down once in a while but he tries to not let it show
i also like the way he has just gotten used to the idea that he will probably always get fawned over for being young so HE TAKES WELL ADVANTAGE OF THAT
AND DONT FORGET ABOUT RAPPER!DINO
LIKE I WOULD HAVE NEVER EXPECTED HIM TO BE A RAPPER
BUT HE IS ACTUALLY CONSIDERED ONE IN HIS PROFILE
and like his voice is so deep too,
like in still lonely when he had tht part with hosh and HE DID UNDERTONES
STEP ASIDE WONWOO
and he’s also growing so handsome :-))!!!!
like we already knew he was an attractive kid
but he’s growing (not taller rip)
like his features
HE’S JUST SO HANDSOME GIVE ME A MOMENT
or how he kept telling the members in OFD that he’s gonna have to date one day
and they were all like “NOOOOOOOOOO”
BUT HE ALSO GOT ALL UNCOMFORTABLE WHEN COUPS MADE HIM ASNWER HOW MANY KIDS HE WANTS IN THE FUTURE
HOW CAN HE HAVE KIDS IF HE’S A MERE ZYGOTE
JUST PLEASE LOVE THESE DORKS WITH NOODLES FOR BONES
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I’m back!!! I wanted to thank everyone for the
lovely and heart-warming displays of affection and good luck wishes – you guys
are just amazing. I really missed writing, even more than I thought I would. I’m
a bit rusty now, but I hope I’ll eventually get there again. See you on the
other side! <3
“Are ye sure ye’ll be alright?” Jamie asked,
concerned. He rubbed Claire’s fingers, still slightly trembling, as they sneaked
behind Mr.Culpepper’s back to head out of the male dorm.
“Perfectly alright.” She offered him an attempt
at a reassuring smile. “Pretty sure I can manage to navigate my way to the
pharmacy. I won’t let you get late for practice. I know how decisive the next
few weeks will be.”
“Aye.” Jamie nodded. “With the Championships
coming we must come together as a team. Actually, the coach will be drafting a
new team member today – we are in dire need of a decent scrum half.” His gaze
drifted away, as if he was already seeing the players crossing the field, human
weapons meant for cheering and building uplifting victories, not for destruction.
Eventually his eyes regained focus, he smiled and gently placed his big hand on
the curve of her back. “But ye are my priority, Sassenach. I can call and let
them know I’ll be running late.”
“No need to.” Claire gave him a light peck on
the lips. “I’ll go and get it. Then I’ll go watch you train and attend to my
cheerleading duties.” She flared her nostrils, like a slightly annoyed mare
contemplating a particularly stubborn fly. “God knows there is enough of that, even without me – but I know you like
to have me there, supporting you.”
They shared one final embrace, inhaling each
other soothing scent, before Jamie was headed to the rugby field, running to
begin his warm up.
Claire walked to the nearby pharmacy,
sheltering her cold hands on the deep pockets of her blue overcoat, amusing
herself with the way her breathing came out of her mouth in spirals of steam,
as if a dragon was nestled, peacefully asleep, inside her chest.
As she stepped into the pharmacy, trying her
best to appear casual and innocent, the woman behind the counter, sporting an
imposing unibrow, smiled and greeted her.
“What can I do for you, Miss?” She said in a
pleasant tone, while Claire fidgeted with her wallet, stalling.
A couple of elderly ladies was standing in line
behind Claire, awaiting their turns to fill their prescriptions, undoubtedly victims
of the nasty flu outbreak. They looked like regular attendees of Sunday Mass,
the type that defended abstinence as the only contraceptive method possible –
to avoid getting a ticket both to maternity ward and Hell. Summoning all her boldness,
Claire decided that the best approach was to come straight out with it.
“May I have a pregnancy test, please?” She
“Of course, dear.” The woman said, offering her
a small smile that might have been a display of camaraderie, and padding into
the next room to get the scandalous item. The sound of active gossiping was
getting louder behind her and Claire didn’t resist the urge to give a narrow
and cold look of reproach over her shoulder, expecting to shame the audience
“She will be a beautiful mother though, don’t
you think?” One of them was whispering, her small eyes sparkling behind the rim
of her glasses, with what could only be described as “grandmother lust”.
With her heart melting - and thinking that
maybe something good could be said about people wishing well on strangers, even
if a bit of a nosy attitude was involved - Claire received the small package
and the succinct instructions offered by the pharmacist and made her way out
into the cold air.
As she walked, Claire felt like she was carrying
something alive and pulsing inside her purse – a secret about to be revealed,
both terrifying and magnificent. A weight had been lifted from her heart by
sharing her doubts with Jamie, but now she was carrying it on her shoulder -
the burden of their future. Two paths were forming clearly ahead and Claire
knew the decisive compass was now waiting inside her purse, sharing space with
pens, rumpled handkerchiefs and scattered coins.
She was scared. So terrified. Having no reference of a motherly figure from her own
life, she seriously doubted her abilities to care for another being in the
right way. Was there a secret to tuck in sheets tighter? Was there a special
cologne she ought to use, to make herself smell like warmth and home, the most
vivid memory she had of her own mother? How was she to learn the secret way of
words, how to guide without dictate; how to deny and yet show that the ultimate
answer was always love?
Things would be hard. Becoming a parent at such
a young age wasn’t part of her plans – or Jamie’s. But the image of him was
trapped inside her head – the heartbreaking softness about him when he had
touched her belly, the promise as alive in his palm as it had been in his
words. To protect and love. The
emotions flowing through him – even if he had tried to put them in check,
knowing her vulnerable and afraid - having lost so much in the past few weeks,
the idea of a family of his own was healing him, in a way that even her lingering
kisses could not.
She still had doubts, but she had one unshakeable
certainty – either now or someday in the distant future, Jamie would be the
father of her children. She already loved him for the man that he was to her; and
now she could love him even more - for the father he would become.
believe ye and Jenny argued about something sae foolish.” Jamie babbled, fazed.
He was standing next to Ian, watching the new recruits receiving their
instructions for the exercises they were about to begin. “She kens ye only have
eyes for her.”
“Och, aye.” Ian groaned. “Ye know your sister.
Once she gets something in her head, God himself with a hammer couldna get it
out. The moment I told her I won’t be able to go visit for a few weeks, she was
adamant that I must have found “an
educated whore””. He moved his fingers in the air to make apparent that he
was quoting her word by word. “The wee lass made quite a stramash. I thought
maybe she could do with my absence and decided to head straight back – ye ken,
to force her to see the error of her ways.”
“Ye were that afraid she would kick ye in the
baws, then?” Jamie laughed. “Ran away in the middle of the night?”
“I happen to quite like my testicles.” Ian
grumbled. “I met the Edinburgh team on the train. Are they coming for a match?”
“Yes.” Jamie followed with his eyes the candidates,
now in the middle of a drill to test their velocity. His fingers were tapping
the side of his thigh. “We’ll do a small amiable game tomorrow.” He tilted his
chin to point a young man amongst the scattered players, blonde hair shinning
in the timid morning sun. He wasn’t really imposing – not it the way Jamie
himself was commanding, with his amazing height and broad shoulders. But he was
agile and had a grace about him that made him suitable for some sleek
movements. “That lad is very impressive. Do ye know him?”
“I think his name is John Grey. I talked to him
a few times in the pub, seemed humble and witty – he’s in the Political Science
department, I believe.” Ian whistled, as John made a particular successful pass.
“Nice. Do ye think he is the one?”
“He might just be.” Jamie agreed, rubbing his
face in concern as a crowd of stocky and tall men appeared on the sidelines of
the field, all of them wearing red jumpers with blue letters. “It seems the
Edinburgh lads canna wait to watch us play.”
“That’s enough, ladies!” Coach MacQuarrie
barked and the prospective players came to a sudden halt. “Thank you for
coming. I’ll decide who will join the team and post it this afternoon of the
board outside the locker room. Now, you’re welcome to stay and watch some real
rugby being played!”
The dismissed players groaned acknowledgements and
words of incitement – someone attempted to sway Taran MacQuarrie’s stony heart
with a salute of “Team Oxford!” – and they all left the field with different
looks of tiredness and hope. John Grey passed near Jamie, taking off his blue
sweatshirt to start training, and presented them with a shy smile and a wave to
Ian. His eyes were blue and warm, but he shielded them well – there was no
visible display of expectations or cockiness, even after his masterful
The actual training began, with Jamie doing an
effort to avoid the buzzing coming from the Edinburgh team. They were clearly
on a mission to ensue chaos and probably have one – or more – of the Oxford
players hurt or punished for unsportsmanlike behaviour.
They were halfway through practice when Jamie,
taking a couple of minutes to drink water and dry his forehead and damp hair
with a towel, noticed Claire waving at him. She was accompanied by Geillis
Duncan, her roommate - she apparently had come to greet some acquaintances from
He had been unconsciously worried for Claire
and the idea of leaving her alone at such a trying time – a wave of relief
washed over him, as he watched her smile tenderly. Jamie had the sudden image
of Claire with her belly swollen with their child, naked and writhing under him
– and the desire that propagated through his body, arousing him mercilessly,
almost took his breath away. He folded over, kneeling to pretend he was
checking his shoelaces, visceral lust and a primitive desire to protect filling
his ears with a deafening sound.
Some of the young men surrounding Geillis had
noticed Claire’s beauty – one of them was close to her, trying to pick up her attention
and initiate a conversation. Jamie watched as Claire smiled politely and shook
her head, a finger vaguely pointing in his direction, probably implying that
she was there to see him.
“Neo-geimnidh meala!” Jamie heard the man
laugh. And the world suddenly was narrowed to a pulsing point, the newfound
enemy in its centre, his sole intent to abolish the threat as he ran to him.
Seamus!” Ian grabbed Jamie’s back and tried to pull him away from his
opponent. The Gaelic, the language of his dreams, was the thing that managed to
penetrate his haze, more than his friend’s efforts. Jamie was on top of the
man, his hands nestled around his neck like a punishing rope placed by the
executioner. “Gu leoir, a charaid!”
stad!” A voice demanded, overpowering all the mayhem, while players from
both teams cheered, incited and insulted each other.
Jamie stood up, wiping his mouth with the back
of his hand. His lips tasted like blood and bitterness, as if anger had
suddenly acquired a distinct taste.
“Jamie, are you alright?” Claire asked,
searching for injuries with her whiskey-coloured eyes.
“Aye.” He nodded, his eyes fixed on the man
that had stopped the fight, now helping his teammate to get up. They knew each
other well – had been in the same classroom back in Scotland and were tied
together by their shared past – even if friendship had never united them.
“Tom.” Jamie acknowledge in a hoarse voice.
“James.” Tom Christie answered, bending his
head just enough to make it seem like a sign of respect. “Seems I made a timely
arrival – barely managed to avoid you mangling my player.”
“Are you in the Edinburgh team, then?” Jamie
asked. Claire was next to him, her hand grasping the back of shirt in a tight
fist, undoubtedly feeling his tension. Ian was on his right side, arms folded,
glaring at Tom Christie like he was an unpleasant object, even if somewhat amusing.
“I’m team captain.” The dark-haired man replied
dryly. “Is this how you receive guests in this college, Fraser?”
Jamie gritted his teeth. “Insulted Claire.”
“And who is Claire?” Tom asked with scorn,
raising an eyebrow.
“I am.” Claire answered, defiantly. She crossed
her arms and raised her chin. “You can save the apologies from your
cave-dweller friend, though – I don’t speak troglodyte.”
Every Oxford player laughed and even some
visitors made poor attempts of hiding amused smiles behind theirs hands,
simulating concern. Tom Christie was
pale, his mouth slightly ajar.
“Well, then.” He babbled. “I’ll offer them
anyway…Claire. I don’t like to think
my players are any less courteous and chivalrous than the ones you have here.”
“I doubt that.” Claire gave him a lopsided smile,
quickly glancing at Jamie with pride. “But you are welcome to try and prove me
Although emotions were still running high,
everyone settled enough for the training to proceed. Jamie’s teammates
surrounded him the entire time, building a wall between him and the inflammatory
looks from Tom and his teammates, acting as shields to their captain. Claire
remained next to Geillis, but prudently away from the visiting team – her posture
show concern and tension.
After being yelled at by Coach MacQuarrie –
more concerned with the possibility of him breaking a hand and being forced to
sit out the Championships, seriously jeopardizing their chances of winning the
whole thing, than by any displays of less than stellar behaviour – Jamie made
his way to Ian to collect his bag and head out for lunch.
“Never thought I’d be meeting Tom Christie
again.” Jamie sighed. “If we win tomorrow, what do you suppose will happen? He
doesna like losing – least of all to me.”
“Tom never liked ye and made no secret of his
animosity, a charaid. The man is a
jealous one and yer talent in the rugby field made him green with envy, as did
yer easiness with people and yer charms with the lassies.” Ian smiled in excuse
for pointing so blatantly Jamie’s attributes. “But now, the look on his face…”
“What do ye mean, Ian?” Jamie asked in a low
voice, his eyes never drifting from the sight of Tom Christie and his comrades,
still laughing and mocking – him? Probably.
- on the other side of the field.
“He has the look of a man who covets everything
you hold dear, a bhalaich.” Jamie
turned his head and watched Ian’s face, serious and intent, his eyes squinting
in the direction of the stands. “Of someone ready to try and steal what is most
precious to you.”
And Jamie watched as Claire smiled to Geillis,
the midday sun awakening gold and bronze in her hair, heedless of the wolfish grey
eyes studying her across the field, famished and calculating.