high school musical reference if no one got it

Headcannon that APH America responds to any musical reference no matter what
  • Canada: where's America
  • England: *dramatic sigh*
  • England: WHATS YOUR NAME
  • America, dropping in from the ceiling: ALEXANDER HAMILTON
  • France: *Screaming*
  • Or
  • France, reading the newspaper: the recent championship entered a new team
  • England: oh really? What team?
  • America, falling down the stairs: WILDCATS
  • Canada: alFRED NO
  • Okay one more
  • England: America, come out of the bathroom.
  • America, locked in the bathroom: *sniffle* no
  • England: America please
  • America: go awAY
  • Canada, pushing to the door: I got this
  • Canada: *sings* Veronica, open the- open the door please, Veronica open the door
  • America: *opens the door* damn you
Au's i need now but too lazy to write
  • shapshifter au
  • road trip au
  • room mates au
  • stripper au
  • writer and editor au
  • psychologist/patient au
  • elevator stopped and we cant get out au
  • one is a ghost au
  • understudy for play/musical au
  • debate on a mutual friends status au
  • librarian assistant au
  • dog walker au
  • internet friends au
  • fell asleep on a stranger au
  • scared of flying on a plane au
  • amnesia au
  • bookshop au
  • high school teachers au
  • penpals for class au
  • goes to wrong apartment when drunk au
  • music store au
  • cross dresser au
  • foster care au
  • witness protection au
  • meet in online rpg au
  • picked a random number in a phone book and got you au
Come Hear the Music Play

Advent Prompt #10: You’re my patient and I’m trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with you but it’s hard to do that when you’re flirting with me. Seriously dude, I’m not gonna be able to diagnose you as easily when you’re telling me how my lab coat complements my eyes. Doctor!Blaine AU. 2.4K [AO3]  Read Previous Advent fics on: AO3 | Tumblr

“Your next patient is all ready to go in treatment room five,” Kitty announces, passing a clipboard with the patient triage info to Doctor Anderson.

“Great, thanks,” Blaine murmurs as he quickly scans the symptoms checklist.

“He’s really cute, too, but I didn’t put that on the paperwork,” Kitty adds with a knowing wink.

Blaine looks up from the clipboard, shooting her a loaded glare. “Kitty, we’ve been through this. I’m not interested in being set up and even if I was, I can’t date patients. It’s against the rules,” he whispers.

“It wouldn’t kill you to get out there. It’s been what, six months since your last blind date?”

It’s actually been nine months, but Blaine doesn’t correct her. The last thing Kitty needs is more ammunition to use against him in her search to find him a husband. “Yeah, something like that,” he says instead, shrugging.

“Thought so,” she trills. “Look, I’m just saying – you’re Blaine Anderson, Vocal Specialist to the Stars. You’re basically one step away from being Doctor McDreamy on Grey’s Anatomy. You should totally take advantage of the status. Otherwise what was the point of toiling away in medical school and residencies for all those years?”

“Helping people?” Blaine shoots back, as if the answer should be obvious.

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Flagged

Summary: Phil works as an Internet security officer whose job is to read flagged emails and send out warnings for a magazine company. Little did he know, he’s about to get hooked on emails from a certain someone. Based loosely on Rainbow Rowell’s Attachments.
Genre: AU
Word count: 2.4k (longest chapter omg)
Beta: Lily

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The Showers

Part 1

Every area in all parts of the world has those area-specific Urban Legends that just refuse to die. Whether the stories are about a haunted asylum on the outskirts of the city, a creature that lives in the nearby woods, or a ghost that haunts a lonely stretch of road outside of town, there is always a common thread within the tales; no one has ever been to these places, seen the creatures, or witnessed any hauntings with their own eyes.

There are members of every generation who will proclaim that they “know someone whose brother’s best friend’s sister went to that haunted house with thirteen floors that used real blood and snakes and spiders and is so scary that no one has ever made it all the way through.” Those same people will swear by these stories without ever being able to provide a shred of evidence or a name of someone who could provide proof of the claims simply because “everyone around here knows that it’s a true story”. The storytellers eventually pass the tales onto their children, who modify them just enough to keep up with changing times, and the cycle continues.

I’m as skeptical as anyone when it comes to these stories, seeing as I was like a junkie when I was younger, constantly searching for more terrifying stories about whatever area of the country I was living in at the time. I made up and spread stories about haunted pizza parlors in New York, my “cousin’s” encounter with the Jersey Devil, or how my “grandfather” encountered a feral, human-like demon creature in the woods of Colorado. I even broke the one rule with these stories by putting myself in them; this took guts, in hindsight, because I had to make sure that I always told them the same way. Surprisingly, no one ever called my bluff.

I like to think that I have had some wonderful contributions to various urban legends around the Midwest and northeastern states; I moved around a lot. There was always a surge of joy whenever I would wander the halls at school and hear one of my classmates retelling my stories to another one of their friends, adding little bits here and there like a massive game of telephone. I knew, of course, that the stories were complete fiction, but I stood my ground whenever someone asked me about them; I would even manage to act a little bit, speaking with a shaky voice or looking scared when I would recount a situation that I supposedly experienced myself.

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