Just thinking about Jack and Bitty spending that first night truly alone in Providence really makes me smile?
Imagining them going about their evening routines and just learning more about each other through small everyday things.
Like Jack leaning against the bathroom counter, watching Bitty put toothpaste on his toothbrush and he goes “You wet your toothbrush before putting the toothpaste on?”
And Bitty just raises an eyebrow and replies, “Yeah, why?” Jack shrugs in response and gives him a small smile, “Just wondering.”
Or like Jack is loading dirty dishes into the dishwasher and Bitty is like, “You put the forks in tines down?” And Jack just nods and carries on loading dishes.
“Yeah.” He replies. “Maman was always worried that I’d stick myself with a fork or knife when I unloaded dishes as a kid. Guess I never grew out of it. Haha.”
Just the idea of them learning the stupid, little things about each other really makes me happy.
Zimbits, 1.6K, Jack has a panic attack and ducks into the first closet he finds. Unfortunately, he’s not the only one in there.
The room was suddenly too hot and stifling, and Jack found himself pulling distractedly at his collar. He gulped down his drink quickly, but even that had little effect on his nerves. He scanned the crowd and saw his parents across the room, but they were busy talking to someone else, leaving Jack to deal with the oncoming panic by himself.
Jack started to walk quickly towards the bathrooms which he had passed in the foyer on the way in. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the ladies he’d spoken to earlier, one of his mother’s friends, start to head in his direction, and the curling dread in Jack’s stomach turned to lead. He hastily ran into one of the building’s vast hallways and opened the first door he found.
Once inside, Jack closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the coolness of the door. He could hear the faint click of heels pass the closet he’d ducked into before they disappeared down the other end of the hallway.
After a few minutes though, someone cleared their throat, and Jack realized he wasn’t alone. He blinked unsteadily even though it was completely pitch black, except for the sliver of light that came from underneath the door.
“Uh, I’m afraid I found this hiding spot first,” a voice said hesitantly. The slight, Southern drawl of the vowels caught Jack off guard.
eric in fanfics: DADDY AF, HAS A 1 FOOT DICK,
POUNDS INTO YOU SO FAST THAT YOUR SOUL LITERALLY LEAVES YOUR BODY AND GETS TRANSPORTED INTO A PARALLEL UNIVERSE, DESTROYS YOUR UTERUS, MANGLES YOUR CLITORIS, FUCKS YOUR TIDDIES UP, ACTUAL SEX GOD IN THE FLESH, FIRST TIME YOU HAVE SEX YOU DIE AND YOUR PHYSICAL FORM DISINTEGRATES LEAVING ONLY A LOST SOUL WITHOUT A VESSEL
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Few expected this little school from Massachusetts to return for yet another Frozen Four appearance. But Samwell University is yet again in the NCAA Championship after an unbelievable run through the playoffs.
In the magical land of Netflix, they have a separate poster set for Year 2 Spring Semester.
I didn’t want to mess up the flow of my release dates, so just accept this comes out July 4th.
If you're still looking for prompts: physically disabled Jack playing sled hockey. Bonus points for trying to teach Bob. Thanks!
“Stop making fun of your father and get over here,” Alicia yells, slapping her sticks against the ice. “When he finally figures it out you’re doomed, might as well score now!”
But Jack doesn’t move because he’s laughing so hard he’s actually crying. “How are you a living legend? You can’t even balance on a sledge!”
Bob pushes himself upright and nearly falls over on his other hip. Under normal circumstances, he’d be embarrassed, so clearly struggling before an entire wedding party's worth of current and former NHLers, but this is a unique circumstance. He’ll happily play the part of the fool, today, or forever, really, if it means he can see Jack smile like this on a regular basis.
“We – ” Jack gasps for breath, shaking so hard he might topple himself, “– we can’t play if Papa can’t skate.”
Alicia streaks past, still radiant in her makeup from the morning’s ceremony. “Bobby, even I’m better at this than you. How is that possible?”
“You are ruthless,” Bob breathes, watching his wife circle him, “and you’re on my team! Is anyone else seeing this? Eric! Have some compassion and come help your father-in-law!”
Bitty, who up to this point has been taking easy laps with his parents, breaks away only to be quickly intercepted by Jack.
“Oh, no, it’s only been six hours, you can’t start playing the father-in-law card.”
Shitty quickly shoots between them, “Make it quick, gentleman, Bitty’s mom is brutal. She’s laid out Tater twice.”
“What’s the point of you getting married if I can’t abuse the relationship for personal gain? You helped Richard, you traitor, so your husband can help me.” Bob argues, propping himself up with his hands instead of the sticks.
“I didn’t think you’d need the help,” Jack grins, switching to French and sliding up beside his father, “you’re supposed to be the best.”
“Ah, well, one too many concussions and my balance isn’t quite what it used to be.” Bob looks up from the ice in time to catch Jack’s smile falter.
“Are you feeling alright? Is your vertigo back?”
Christ. He didn’t want to make this about him; any latent injury of Bob’s was dwarfed a long time ago by Jack’s accident, not that this is anything close to a competition. He shakes his head and holds out his arm so Jack can hold him stable.
“I’m more than alright, just old and jaded, watching all you handsome young bucks skate circles around me.”
Jack laughs and Bob watches his gaze flit back to Eric, who’s carefully coiffed hair is finally falling out of place as he tries to keep his mother from ramming her sledge into Alexei Mashkov.
“Lean forward a bit, center your weight around your hips,” Jack explains, pressing a hand against Bob’s lower-back. “Not too far, use your sticks to move forward, it’s easier to balance when you’re in motion.”
Bob is struck suddenly by a sense of deja-vu; remembering how easy it had been to teach Jack to skate nearly thirty years earlier. Or how easy it had seemed to a Stanley Cup champion. Jack must have felt exactly how Bob does now, unsteady and unsure.
“There you go,” Jack says brightly once Bob has centered himself. “See? Not so hard after all. Now you just have to score.”
Jack pulls a puck from between his thighs and tosses it onto the ice. Bob moves to pass it and promptly finds himself lying back on his side.
“This is just like the time I tried snowboarding,” Bob groans. “Had to scoot down the mountain on my ass.”
“Can we make new teams?” Alicia asks. “This doesn’t feel fair.”
Jack snorts a laugh and pulls Bob upright again. “C’mon, Papa, you’ll have this down in no time. Can’t let Maman get bragging rights, she’ll never let you live it down.”
Wait. Jaden smith tweeted out Eric Nam’s Can’t Help Myself MV. O.o
Like…… that’s a hella good song but like….. I wouldn’t expect….. jaden smith to……. like it I guess????? He said he was into Kpop but like I expect more like kiphhop or at least more hard hitting kinds of Kpop….. THIS IS SO FUCKING BIZARRE
It’s so easy to forget that it always ends the same way.
We pore over their lives. Hungrily read stories from family
members and anecdotes from friends. We watch their homemade movies, read their
school assignments, examine their drawings and notes scribbled in day planners.
Listen to songs they loved, closely, straining to hear some
truth of who they were, what touched them. Stare at photos, into eyes. See how
VHS tapes caught them moving and speaking among peers, in those same halls of
eventual violent destiny, only before. We query every blink, nod, smirk,
grimace. We find prophecy.
Did he like dogs? Which preferred cats? What did he eat?
When did he drink? Was he nice? Was he shy? Did he hit girls? Who did he love? Were
they best friends? Didn’t he follow? (Sometimes he led.) It’s more complex than
that. He carried a berserk and he wore an earring. What is the halcyon? What do
you think when you look at the stars? Where are those everlong waterfalls? And
why and why and why?
Read transcripts and hear snatches of their secret selves,
recorded in the basement and a room with red shutters while parents sleep. How
does this fit with what he said before? Can he be both this and that? Who hated
more? Who felt more sorrow? Who had more rage? What if they never met? Jesus, you’re on a role.
They feel simultaneously too real and entirely fictional;
boys we could have known, boys we feel we do know, boys frozen in time who no one
All the study of their too-short lives makes it easy to
forget that it always comes back to this: roughly an hour. Haunting shouts on
911 calls. Grainy CCTV footage (a sip, a lob, a lope). Gruesome crime scene
photographs. Reams of witness statements. Innocents slain and wounded. Shockwaves of trauma that ripple through worlds.
They come back to life with each re-watch and every new
read. They walk again when we click ‘play’. But we only know them because of
that hour. And it always ends the same way.
Oh God! too much drama is going on!! can’t people just overlook the hateful comments & hateful articles about Eric?!! Can’t we just continue on cheering for him & Shinhwa like we’re used to?!! Don’t ever let the haters have the upper hand. Let us -true fans- be the last fans standing! & some fans -not haters- asking Eric to leave Shinhwa?!!!! seriously?!!! I understand ur anger, guys, but then, seems like you don’t know Eric well! lol Eric will NEVER leave Shinhwa! if he wanted to leave Shinhwa, he’d have done that loooong time ago! But he didn’t and WON’T. He’s a grownup man now, who already spent most of his life with his group,, which is not just a group to him, it’s his family!! all the members are his brothers, like he himself said! Eric will forever be Shinhwa’s leader .. Eric will forever be Shinhwa’s otaku .. Eric will forever be the pillar of Shinhwa .. the big brother to all the members .. always have, always will .. He, simply, will never ever leave!! so don’t waste ur time & stop asking him to do so lol & again, we’ve always been a peaceful fandom, most of us are mature fans,, so when such situations happen, let us have the upper hand & be mature in our way of handling the situations .. Eric needs our support, then let’s shower him with more love & support, & IGNORE hateful comments that’ll lead to nothing except for bringing us down & us falling apart. Time will heal everything .. meanwhile, let’s be the last fans standing. Spread only love about Eric & Shinhwa plz. And MOVE ON!
It was still early enough out that it was barely light outside. Bitty cracked an eye open, groggily trying to figure out what had woken him up. He realized, after a short moment, that Jack had come back into the room. He rolled over to dimly see Jack’s dark figure moving around. After shedding his jacket and pants, Jack slid back under the covers. Bitty instinctively wiggled closer to him, but yelped when Jack put his cold feet on his bare legs.
“Jack!” he admonished.
“Sorry,” Jack said amusedly.
Bitty huffed and he rolled back over, but it didn’t take long for Jack’s cold fingers to slide across the bare skin of his stomach from where his t-shirt had ridden up. He pointedly ignored it even though there was no chance he was going to be able to fall back asleep now. Soon, the light touches became ticklish as Jack targeted Bitty’s weak spots until Bitty gave up all pretenses.
“Stop,” he laughed between gasps.
Jack stopped, though his smirk still had a mischievous edge. His hands had stilled for now, but they were still resting dangerously at Bitty’s sides. Bitty distracted him by running his hands through Jack’s hair. He dropped his head on Bitty’s chest.
“Where were you this morning,” Bitty asked quietly.
“Last minute errand,” Jack said vaguely.
They were both quiet for a while, mostly because Jack’s wandering hands had started to drift downwards and was now dipping teasingly just belong the waist band of Bitty’s pajama pants.
It didn’t lost long, however, because quiet, telltale footsteps came thumping down the hall. The door opened slowly, and then the quiet, “Daddy? Papa?”
Bitty considered pretending he was still asleep, but Jack sighed. “Yes, sweetie?”
Annie ran across the room and climbed up on their bed with some assistance from Jack.
Once she was comfortable nestled between them, she looked at both of them with wide eyes. “Santa came,” she whispered conspiratorially.
“Did he? How do you know?” Jack asked.
“I heard him. He came and he brought presents!”
Bitty glanced briefly at Jack. “Did you see him?”
She shook her head. “Nuh uh. I had to pretend I was asleep.”
Jack laughed and kissed her cheek. “Okay, Monkey. Why don’t you run downstairs and see what he brought?”
With a shout of glee, Annie launched herself out bed and ran as fast as her feet could take her.
Bitty eyed Jack. “Santa’s cutting it pretty close with his early morning visit,” he said sardonically.
Jack grinned and gave an easy shrug. “Santa had to pick up a limited edition dream doll house this morning.”
“I thought those were sold out.”
“Santa found a guy.”
“You’re going to spoil her, Jack.”
“Not as much as I’m going to spoil you.”
It was Bitty’s turn to laugh as he leaned in to kiss his husband.
“So, did Santa bring me anything?” he asked suggestively.
“Yes,” Jack promised. “But it’s something for later,” he added with a wink.
Sara sent him to run errands because she was worried he’d freak out – Jeff was sure of it. And, okay, yeah. Maybe he’d gone a little bit crazy on the ice. And maybe he’d screamed at a doctor earlier. But that was no reason to –
Well, okay. It was a great reason. And Jeff did feel better having checked on both Kit and Kevin. Sara’d asked him to get some shoes, too, because apparently Kent had visitors, one of which he’d thrown up on.
It irritated Jeff that Kent had visitors before he’d gotten to see him.