FRIDAY : HIGH SCHOOL NEVER ENDS
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comment_ficHello, everyone. I’m emmatheslayer and today's is my last day and the theme is high school never ends Prompts can be anything as long as the have high school somewhere in the prompt
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+ shadowhunters , simon lewis / raphael , high school homecoming
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Date: 2016-05-27 05:32 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-09-29 10:30 pm (UTC)"I knew we couldn't trust Crowley. He just ruined opening night," she hisses, her arms wrapped around her middle as if trying to find comfort in the midst of the chaos.
"He's sick. It's not like he planned on getting mono," Charlie tries to reason.
Becky moves her hands down to the sides of her hips, pursing her lips in disagreement. "How can you be so sure? He goes around. We all know he's sort of sleazy." She shoots a pointed look at Dean. He throws his arms up in surrender.
Dean insists it only happened once and that it was poor judgment on his part. Sam knows better.
"Even if he didn't. Our opening night is ruined." There's grumbling at Becky's words.
"I realize the irony of the drama club being dramatic, but I beleive we can find a better solution than just standing around mourning the early demise of our play," Cas intervenes. His voice loud and clear cutting through the rest of the noise.
"A solution? And what do you propose because you are the one who has to go alone. Our other lead is sick."
Cas shrugs. His eyes land on Sam, stay there for a while, and...Oh. Right.
"I can do it. I know the lines," Sam pipes up helpfully.
In a second Becky is in front of him. "You do?"
"Yeah, I helped Cas rehearse his lines."
"Why am I not surprised?" Charlie asks grinning at the same time Dean snort, saying, "Right. Rehearse. That's what we're calling it now."
Both Sam and Cas turn to Dean, the message must be clear on the faces, because he shuts up, gives them a meek smile, and two thumbs up showing them his support. Clearly Dean remembers Cas knows he's rehearsed more than once with Crowley.
Becky jumps up and down in glee. "Excellent! The show can go on."
Sam hopes his breakthrough performance is not a total dud.
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Date: 2016-05-27 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-27 05:34 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-09-29 09:32 pm (UTC)He resigns himself and knocks on the door all the time feeling like the idiot he is for giving in so easily. Raphael puts on his best smile once he notices Simon's mom peeking through the window and smiles at him, warm and welcoming. He is sure he's not exactly the kind of guy you bring back home to meet the parents, but Simon went and brought him over one night for dinner. Surprisingly Simon's mom and his sister liked him, his biting sarcasm didn't put them off and Simon acted proud and happy for the entire evening. It was a bit weird, Raphael supposes he's getting used to it.
"He'll be down in a minute. I think he had a crisis in front of the mirror," Simon's mom informs him as she ushers him inside.
The sound of stomping feet down the staircase make the both of them look up. Simon is there, standing right in the middle like he's on display, chewing on his bottom lip. "I did not have a crisis. Stop saying things that could embarrass me," Simon says pointedly, giving a pained look to his mother who cackles at the sight.
Raphael walks over to him, feet landing one step down from Simon. He wants to reach out and touch. Mess a little Simon's perfect hair, feel the fabric of his suit against his fingertips. He doesn't, he is acutely reminded of who is standing behind them, ready to send them on their way.
"Do I look too bad?" Simon asks in an unsure tone. Raphael shakes his head, no he doesn't, far from it. He kind of wants to ditch homecoming and take Simon somewhere else.
"No?"
"No, you don't. I like how you look, I really, really do," he says, lowering his voice on his last words. Simon opens his mouth, his tongue peeks out for a second before he grins. He definitely knows what Raphael is thinking.
"If that's the case we should leave, I hear these school dances don't last all night."
"Huh, what a shame."
Simon nods his agreement taking his hand and dragging him outside of his house before his mom has the chance to ask for them to pose for picture or something else ridiculous, he probably also wanted to avoid the lecture she had ready. Raphael is thankful for Simon's quick moves, he just waves goodbye and thinks that maybe the homecoming dance won't be a waste of time. Not if he's actually going to dance with Simon pressed against him and if he can steal a kiss or two.
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Date: 2016-05-27 05:45 am (UTC)Fill 1/2: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + AJ
Date: 2016-07-08 03:42 am (UTC)*o*
Recitals, it turned out, where not just something to be endured on Earth. Many of the cultures that AR-1 encountered through the Gate, including the Athosians, had similar events. Some were woven into harvest festivals, or coming of age ceremonies, but it all boiled down to the same thing: kids showing off things they’d learned for an audience, and receiving praise even when they weren’t particularly good.
It hadn’t been an issue for the expedition, at least not until Teyla went and got pregnant. As if that was some unspoken signal, suddenly more children started populating the city. Radek fell in love with the Russian chemist, and she proved incredibly fertile. One of the linguists adopted a little boy who had been saved moments before being sacrificed by Wraith worshippers. And then, of course, there was AJ.
Children in the city instituted a lot of changes. Some Gate teams had to be reorganized, so that both parents weren’t on the same team just in case something happened offworld. A school, of sorts, was developed and staffed by volunteers. The botanists created a park inside one of the greenhouses. The Marines turned an unused conference room into a rec room. Rodney himself developed wrist bands for the kids to wear that would ensure certain sections of Atlantis would be off-limits to them, and also enabled easy tracking of their whereabouts.
Rodney didn’t know whose idea the first recital was, and it was probably better for everyone that he didn’t.
AJ was three years old for his first performance, which was basically just him playing catch with Torren and only dropping the ball half the time. John had beamed the entire time, but Rodney had only rolled his eyes.
"Throwing a ball isn't a talent."
“When you’re three, catching one is.”
When AJ was five, he performed a routine that was a mix of bantos stick fighting and Satedan dance. Rodney had to admit that one was a little bit impressive, because some of the foot work was complex. AJ only hit himself with the sticks a handful of times; he needed two stitches for the gash on his forehead.
Two years after that the recitals morphed into the annual Atlantis Arts Festival, a “cross-cultural celebration”. The recitals were still the highlight, but there was also an art show, a dramatic play, and workshops for the kids. That year John and AJ performed a shortened version of Who’s on First. It brought the house down, and even Rodney had to admit they were pretty awesome despite AJ’s incessant giggling throughout.
And maybe he was a little bit jealous, too, because he didn’t have any artsy things to teach AJ. Rodney could show his son how to build a miniature matter bridge, or how to write an elegant algorithm, or how to soup up an RC car, but he wasn’t creative outside of science.
Or maybe he’d just forgotten.
The year AJ was eleven, he got secretive about his plans for the festival for the first time. John was in on it, if only to keep Rodney from hacking into the security feeds to find out what was going on. Not that he would’ve been able to, because Atlantis seemed to love AJ more than either him or John, which made no sense to Rodney because his son didn’t have the ATA gene.
Most of Rodney’s staff conspired to keep him from prying into AJ’s presentation. They kept him busy, kept him distracted, until the day of the festival. And then he still had to wait through Torren’s Jiu Jitsu demonstration, and Valentina’s original ballet piece, and the Stackhouse Family Singers.
John, who had been backstage helping AJ get ready, resumed his seat beside Rodney. “This is gonna knock your socks off,” he said with a grin.
“This better not be all build-up and no follow through,” Rodney warned. “If you all just –”
The curtain was pulled open to reveal AJ on stage, standing in front of a portable keyboard. Rodney forgot what he was going to say. He almost forgot to breathe. For the briefest second he was transported back to his first piano recital, calm and confident. It wasn’t until after that his music teacher had told him he should give up playing.
Fill 2/2: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + AJ
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Date: 2016-05-27 06:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-05-27 06:23 am (UTC)Fill: The Faculty - Casey Connor & Zeke Tyler
Date: 2016-05-29 08:44 pm (UTC)"You want me to visit you at home this afternoon?"
Casey stared at Zeke, the most popular boy from school who had barely shared a word with him before, and his heart was up to his mouth. This was a dream; he was just not sure, if it was a nightmare or if he was in heaven.
Zeke grinned wide; this irresistible, smug grin, accompanied with an amused sparkling of his eyes.
"That's the plan. We are lab-partner; good, old Furlong wants us to do this presentation together."
"We could go to the library," Casey suggested.
"I have a lab in my garage. Practice is so much more interesting than theory."
There was not much he could say against this. Casey smacked his lips like he always did when he was nervous and nodded reluctantly.
"Okay."
Zeke chuckled slightly.
"Don't worry. Usually, I don't eat skinny guys for dinner ... not when they have such amazing eyes like you do."
This was too much. Casey knew he turned beet-red in an instant.
"You are a stupid idiot, Zeke Tyler," he huffed before he turned around and grabbed his bike.
Why the heck did he actually talk with him? Everyone knew that Zeke didn't give much about school; for sure he was not interested in having Casey as his lab partner.
He did ride as quick as the wind, but Zeke's laugh followed him anyway.
"Five o'clock, Casey, at my garage. We don't want to disappoint Mr. Furlong, right?"
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Date: 2016-05-27 06:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-27 06:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-27 06:43 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-07-29 07:23 pm (UTC)She will win the science fair. She'll come up on top. Peter can already go home. Ava is going to crush it.
"What about a fog chamber?" Luke asks looking up from the screen, smiling like this is just for fun. He's not understanding the gravity of the situation. They have to be in sync if this will be the greatest project their high school and principal Coulson have even seen.
"Did Science Buddies tell you a cloud in a jar will win me--us, I mean us the prize," Ava says, dropping down on the floor of Luke's room, crossing her arms. "You know that I actually like you right? And I picked you out from the other doofuses to be my partner, but let me tell you, this ain't working."
Luke sighs, this time it's his turn to roll his eyes. "Ava, you have the best grades and you never skip class, I'm thinking we have this in the bag. Even if Peter somehow manages to prove time traveling is real or something, he'll somehow get in trouble and won't make it to the fair in time. Now, what do you think about cryogenic experiments?"
Ava stands up suddenly, looking wildly around the room. "You're right! We're gonna kick ass."
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Date: 2016-05-27 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-05-27 07:29 am (UTC)FILL
Date: 2016-06-18 01:23 am (UTC)Harry was standing there, death grip on his geometry book, glowering.
“Uh, hey, Harry.” Zayn tried to be casual as he scanned the halls to see if anyone was watching them.
“Is it true?” Harry demanded.
“What?”
“That you asked Janet to prom.”
Zayn huffed. “Who told you that?”
“There’s been rumors since second period.” Harry informed him. “Is it true or not?”
“Uh…” Zayn wished for the first time ever that the bell would ring, signaling the beginning of his chemistry class.
“Well?!” Harry’s eyes narrowed to slits.
“Um, yeah,” Zayn’s gaze was everywhere except meeting Harry’s. “Listen, Harry, you’re a freshman. Janet’s a senior, and we’re both officers in the Drama Club. It makes sense that we go together.”
“More sense than going with your boyfriend?” Harry’s voice was way too loud for Zayn’s comfort.
“Whoa. I know we’ve been hanging out a lot and stuff, but, you know, we’re like, friends.”
“Do you always make out with your like, friends?”
That time some girls a few lockers down turned to stare.
Zayn pulled Harry around a corner so they were just inside the door of an empty classroom.
“I’ve been looking forward to prom since Valentine’s Day.” Harry lamented. “You said you would take me.”
“I did?” Zayn did remember that. In a moment of weakness and amid heated kisses, he had promised to invite Harry to the big dance.
Harry’s anger was quickly turning into hurt. “Were you just using me?”
“No!” Zayn protested.
Harry looked unconvinced. “You’re ashamed, aren’t you?”
Just then a couple jocks sauntered past the doorway. Instinctively, Zayn shrunk closer to the wall, and Harry exhaled forcefully.
“I should have known this would happen. All my friends said it would.” Harry turned to leave, but Zayn took hold of the other teenager’s arm.
“Listen, Harry, not everyone has supportive parents like you. It’s different with my family. There are…expectations.”
“You think it’s easy for any of us?” Harry blinked back tears and stood up as tall as he could. “You’re a coward.” He yanked himself out of Zayn’s grip and soon disappeared among the thrall of students.
Zayn sighed and stared at his shoes.
He knew in his head he’d done the right thing.
Convincing his heart he had would be another matter.
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Date: 2016-05-27 10:29 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-05-27 11:34 am (UTC)They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
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Date: 2016-05-27 11:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-27 11:52 am (UTC)Fill, Clint Barton/Scott Lang +Natasha Romanoff
Date: 2016-07-29 09:11 pm (UTC)"Are you okay?" Natasha asks, laughter noticeable in her voice. Her perfectly painted bright red nails tap a rhythm Clint recognizes on the table's surface. Everyone in the cafeteria around them is loud, and Clint almost wants lunch break to be over, but then he'd have to be at Fury's class and that'd be worse than his current situation.
"How can I be okay when I have to walk around with a two pounds sack of flour? It's no fun."
"Uh, you're forgetting me. Your partner," Scott interjects, putting the mentioned sack in Clint's arms. From across them Natasha throws them one of those looks that make Clint feel uneasy because it means he can't hide anything from her. One of perks of growing up next door to each other.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Clint asks looking down at its face, thanks to Scott's fiddling with a sharpie it now has eyes and a mouth. Its face is sort of cute. Who knew Scott had it in him.
"Oh come on, don't put that pressure on it, we'll know when we know. Besides you have to help me with the baby log, and you're holding it wrong, here let me." Scott adjust the baby in his arms, smiles at him and Clint has to blink not to do something that'll make them look domestic in the middle of the cafeteria surrounded by hundreds of students.
"Aw, you're so cute together. I know I've said this before but you are meant to be. Two idiots and a flour sack. Reeks of rom-com over here."
"Hey, Nat, why don't you go find Maria and take care of your baby," Clint says, throwing her a french fry from Scott's plate. She catches it before it lands in the the glossy waves of her hair.
"We have a system. We know who and how we'll feed him and change his diapers," she says with such confidence it sounds to Clint they're talking about a real breathing baby who shits and cries. It's so weird. "We're a super team, unlike others."
"Excuse you, we're gonna be great parents. We so look the part," Scott says, pressing his shoulder against Clint's and wrapping his arm around Clint's middle. Clint moves closer without a second thought.
"Yeah, okay. I believe you. Have you considered the costs of raising your child and how you're going to provide for him or her," Natasha questions, listing the things their teacher told them to pay close attention to now that they're parents.
"I can provide," Scott says at the same time Natasha calls him teenage delinquent jokingly and with fondness in her tone.
"Right, with your skills you mean," Clint says, readjusting the baby and trying to no feel silly. Scott's grin is enough of an answer. "Stealing Tiara's from Claire's so you can give them to Thor and tease him further about his princess locks doesn't count as a career."
"It could be."
"All right as lovely as this family portrait you have going on is, I need to leave," Natasha says, getting up and picking up her stuff. "Maria just texted me and told me we made a mistake with the baby certificate. See you losers later."
"Hey! If you see Tony would you tell him our kid is cuter? Please and thank you," Scott yells after her. Clint smirks, it totally is. He presses a quick kiss against Scott's lips taking him by surprise.
"What was that for?"
"I'm playing the syrupy husband over here. So, do you think we should take obnoxious selfies with our brand new kid?"
"Duh. Come on, we're gonna need to go to the mall once school is over. I have an idea that involves Claire's, cute Hot Topic clothes and pretzels."
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