I just saw that Duke University has a campaign just like my school’s! Shippensburg University of Pennsylvania launched the “Don’t Say” Initiative this past week and I fell in love with my school even more because of it. Go D2 Athletics!
Alaric lay in bed for a good ten
minutes. It was different, sleeping in a room that didn’t have his computer in
it. It was easier to resist the urge to climb straight from the bed to the desk
chair and start writing again. Third night he’d left the laptop up in the
library, and he was sure he was sleeping better.
Today was different, though. Today, the
bunker was half empty. Well, it was always rattly and empty, but half the
inhabitants were off to Las Vegas. Dean had admittedly been nicer in the last
few days, which made Alaric deeply suspicious, but maybe it was just his own
good mood? A week away with his… boyfriend? Was that too flippant a word for
the angel you were basically sharing a soul bond with? Whatever. A week in Las
Vegas with Cas, time just to themselves, had to be nice.
Alaric dragged himself out of bed, and
threw on an old gray Duke Athletics t-shirt over his sleep pants. He hummed to
himself as he wandered out to the kitchen to put on a pot of water.
There was food in the refrigerator. More
than usual. He narrowed his eyes, considering the options, and decided that
maybe a little more effort was due, for a change. Something more than fried
eggs and bacon. Three minutes of research online to remind himself of the
recipe and Alaric cooked up a tiny saucepan of perfect Hollandaise sauce.
He smiled to himself as he boiled water
to poach eggs in, instead of frying them up in a splash of oil, and prepared
some spinach to sauté in butter.
It wasn’t until he started slicing bread
to toast that he realized he was definitely making this a little healthier in
order to appeal to Sam. He snickered at himself, and pulled his phone out of
[ @ sam ] If you’re here in the next ten
minutes, there will be piping hot eggs benedict on the table. If you’re longer
than that, it’ll be cold and depressing. [ @ sam ] Also coffee and fresh OJ. :)
There. He turned on the grill for the toast, which was too thick and fresh for the toaster, and took the water off the boil.
Seeing as you've been on an awesome Holsom writing run, maybe you'd pls consider - “Could you not talk to him/her, please? I think they’re trying to date you.”
I’m sorry this took much longer than my prompt-filling normally does! I’ve been working on my original fiction, but I reached a good stopping point for a moment, so here you go!
Ransom watches in disbelief while the girl presses her pen
against her lip and stares at Holster with big eyes. She’s nodding earnestly at
everything he says, which makes her pretty brown curls bounce and spill over
the cleavage she’s revealed with the top two buttons of her pink flannel shirt
And Holster’s just fucking oblivious, Ransom realises.
Holster’s just babbling away about economics. He’s talking with his hands and
has gone Full Nerd, and Ransom wants to be embarrassed for him but there’s a
strange burning sensation in his stomach that he can’t quite account for.
She had waltzed over to their table in the library earlier,
her absolutely tiny shorts just barely covering all of her ass, her shirt
unbuttoned, and she’d stared at Holster with a pretty grin on her face.
“You’re Adam right? I’m Tina. I think you’re in my econ
class,” she had said before inviting herself to the chair next to Holster. “I’m
having trouble with the homework, do you think you could help?”
And then she’d batted her eyelashes, started sucking on her
pen, and giving Holster bedroom eyes.
And there was Holster, oblivious.
Eventually, Ransom can’t take it anymore. He has to leave.
He has to be literally anywhere else.