it snowed my freshman year but not like this

psa for college freshman

hey, whats up, hello! so you’re gonna be a freshman and you’re probably moving in real soon, and you might be excited but also nervous, not to worry i got you! here are some tips and tricks and general advice based on my own experience. 

okay so step by step:

MOVE IN

okay so this is easily the most stressful thing about the first week of school. you gotta get all of your stuff into a tiny dorm if it’s a big room i am literally so jealous my dorm was like a prison so don’t freak out, stay cool and pack efficiently!

  • try not to overpack, it’s really easy to believe you’ll need everything you’re bringing but trust me you won’t even look at half of it
    • a good tip for this is, if you don’t use it at home, don’t bring it to school! (plus it’s really easy to just buy stuff you need on amazon so don’t forget that that’s an option too)
  • if you’re going to a school that deals in snow, DON’T bring that stuff (jackets/hats/boots/etc) with you when you move in. if you know you’re going to go home for a weekend before the snow sets in, definitely leave it at home and bring it with you later!
  • let your parents/guardians/friends/family help you move in. it might not seem like a big deal, but letting them help you will make them feel better. and if you don’t like how they arrange things, let it be! you have all semester to rearrange and settle in, they only have this one day, so just let them have it! also don’t forget to thank them when they leave!

ROOMMATES

ah yes, the wonderful concepts of roommates. i was lucky my freshman year, but some people aren’t

  • try and connect with them via facebook/school emails/phone, settling things like are you gonna share a mini fridge, microwave, coffeemaker and how you’re gonna decorate (if you’re into that) will help when you finally settle into your room
  • definitely go over ground rules once you’re all unpacked and settled in. my dorm had us go over a list of questions, come to an agreement, and sign it in case there were any future conflicts. cover things like: 
    • is it okay to have my friends sit at your desk or on your bed when you aren’t there?
    • how should we handle overnight guests?
    • do you want me to give you a heads up if i have friends coming over?
    • 100% agree to give each other a heads up on parents coming to your room
    • sharing food?
    • cleaning responsibilities
    • definitely definitely give each other a copy of your class schedule, and if you have classes at the same time maybe you can agree to make sure you’re both awake at the right time!
  • you don’t have to be bff’s with your roommate, sometimes it turns out that way and sometimes it doesn’t. what you do need to be is open and honest with your roommate. your year will be miserable (especially if you can’t switch roommates) if you don’t communicate with each other. don’t be afraid to tell them if something is bothering you. if you’re to nervous to do that or don’t like confrontation, talk to your RA or RD

so now that we got all that out of the way, here are some general tips about social things:

  • that whole keep your door open and people will come talk to you think is a load of bs. me and my roommate did that for weeks and no one came in. everyone is just waiting for someone else to take that chance. so go into peoples rooms and ask them if they wanna grab lunch/dinner! walk around and poke your head in their room! it might be awkward as hell but at least you’re trying :)
  • go to all (or as many) dorm activities as you can! this allows you to meet more people too even if the event is really dumb, at least show up. you always have the option to leave!
  • go to club meetings! even if you aren’t sure you want to stay in the club. it’s much harder or maybe just more awkward to join when you’re an upperclassmen, so try and get those roots down as soon as you can
  • that being said, you can always leave a group without any hard feelings. people do it all the time, so don’t be scared that once you go to one meeting you’re stuck in the group forever
  • don’t let anyone tell you that as a freshman you can’t get involved. if you want to, you can. there is absolutely nothing stopping you. you might have to work a bit harder but i know you can do it!
  • sometimes freshman year can suck, or at least have it’s moments. don’t give up. everything gets infinitely better as time goes one, i promise. if you’re having a tough time or feel isolated or overwhelmed, reach out to someone, a parent, friends from home, an old teacher, anyone really! don’t give up, things might get tough, but you ARE strong and you WILL get through it
There are always bananas on the gazebo.

So, this is based off something that frequently happens on my campus, and it’s just something that always felt foreign to me, and at least somewhat…off, in an almost trickster way. So, possibly, this could be a thing at EU?

I have been at this school for 7 years now, both as an undergrad and now grad. On campus, there are a number of gazebos, but one stands out in particular as a main “hub.” People hand out fliers there, have conference calls there when weather permits, and is so close to most buildings that people pass by it at least once a day, if not more. 

Of those 7 years I’ve been at this school, there has never been a moment where the gazebo roof was bare. And, despite us being in a snowy state, I don’t mean snow. There is always bananas on the gazebo. 

At first, I thought this was some odd prank. Okay, yes, someone threw bananas up there, waited for them to turn black and be washed away by wind and rain, and then threw more, yellow bananas up on the roof. But this continued, year after year, to the point where it was clear no student was doing this. Any student that did this my freshman year would no longer be on campus, yet it still continues. 

It’s almost like an offering now, to appease some spirit. Perhaps they like to watch the bananas rot. Perhaps they don’t like bananas, but those offering aren’t aware of this yet. I’m not sure. But the moment I see that the gazebo has no bananas, I get uneasy.

Dunno, this made me think of the gazebo bananas.

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Shit That Happened Freshman Year of College

I keep forgetting to post this, so here it is, my list of weird stuff from my first year at college, about six weeks late.

  • that kid who longboarded past me at like 7pm in a powdered wig (like, full-on George Washington style)
  • “Do you think Texas Roadhouse is open this early?” overheard in the dining hall at 8:30am
  • apple juice is second only to coffee in the hierarchy of drinks in the dining hall bc the orange juice tastes like shit
  • fire drill at 9pm the week before finals with 2 inches of snow outside and i was unable to put my shoes on in time, all because some asshole set off the alarm while smoking a joint
  • an impossible amount of guitar picks in improbable places throughout the first semester, including in my sock drawer at home, 4 hours away from my school
  • that time my roommate thought i had a GIANT container of cocaine but it was just lemonade mix (pretty sure she was three seconds from calling the cops on me)
  • that time the roommate’s boyfriend went back to his room after spending the night in our room and found half of his hall barricaded in his room bc one of the others had found a BB gun the night before and was without mercy
  • actually just anything involving The Bastards of A Wing (you’re welcome to ask for more specific stories, there’s a lot of them)
  • this conversation i had with a violinist
    • “You know, I’ve done the math, and I’m pretty sure that if i get hired by a strip club in Denver, I could probably make back my tuition twice over before the semester is finished.”
    • “That’s nearly a five hour drive one way, though.”
    • “Yeah, but the only other town big enough to have a semi-classy strip club is Salt Lake City, and I don’t think Mormons really go for that kind of thing.”
  • using face paint to do a very quick FAHC!Ryan cosplay for Halloween and accidentally making a little girl cry
  • the time i came back to my room, fully aware that my roommate and her boyfriend had had sex earlier, and when I walked in she gave me a shit-eating grin and said “guess who got something sticky all over the ceiling?” I almost turned around and left without another word, intending on spending the night in the library or something, but then he yells “I DROPPED MY SODA AND IT EXPLODED SHE’S TAKING IT OUT OF CONTEXT”
  • “Quantum Physics and Accounting are the only classes where you’ll truly get your mind blown.” some guy in my accounting 201 class
  • “Oh, by the way, Wyatt broke his phone on his nipple last night.” The next ten minutes were spent curled up on the floor in helpless laughter.
  • #musicmajors
    • “I bet i could pick you up.”
    • “Yeah, but can you pick up my tuba at the same time?”
  • the orchestra director doing Ricky Ricardo impressions when he got annoyed with the orchestra and we “made his Spanish come out”
  • this conversation I had with my friend in the middle of a restaurant
    • “Hey, do you like Nipplese food?”
    • “… do you mean Nepalese?”
    • “… oh. Yeah.”
  • [muffled Mexican rap music]
  • “I’m just a chocolate seller in Ireland! I don’t know how the Indian market works!” my marketing professor in an example i no longer remember the context of
  • that time someone yelled “do a barrel roll!” at a guy riding his bike down stone steps
  • [in heavy country accents] overheard while walking past the science building
    • “Pull that pin, Josh!”
    • “I did, gosh!”
    • “Alright, well, not good enough.”
  • the fucking school-approved stampede of actual cattle through the middle of campus on a Thursday morning
  • “[gentle gasp] The Property Brothers!” overheard in line in the dining hall, when they weren’t even playing on any of the TVs around?
  • [muffled shouting from the class next door] “NO, NO, LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE HORSE INDUSTRY!”
  • overheard while walking to breakfast on a Friday morning
    • “Wow, you guys are up early.”
    • “We didn’t sleep.”
    • “Hey, same!”
  • that theater teacher who wore a kilt every day regardless of weather or wind speed
  • overheard between two extremely buff dudes while walking to class
    • “This is a Mighty Ducks jersey, man! It might be the most valuable thing in my closet!”
    • Might be? Motherfucker, it is!”
  • old lady ghost erotica
  • sheep on the quad. Why is there so much livestock on this campus?
  • “If you’re wearing a bandana, you’re at risk of being shot with a water gun.” overheard while entering the English building on a Tuesday morning
  • “Yeah, well, we don’t have a time machine to go back and see what happened, okay? The fact of the matter is, the Vietnamese kicked our collective asses.” overheard while waiting in line at the dining hall

honestly there was a lot more but I just didn’t write down some and this list is long enough already

그 밤 (The Night)

(named after this song which I listened to on repeat while writing)

Member: Jeonghan
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1949


The first week back from winter break was always decently easy, but you still felt tired. You just wanted to go back home and sleep some more, and come back next fall. It was hard to be motivated to learn new materials when it was this cold outside and the novelty of snow flurries had faded. Not being able to fall asleep, you bundled up to make your way to the little greasy takeout place across campus.

It was pretty late and not many people were out, causing the campus to feel a little more like Silent Hill than usual. You weren’t exactly sure if the chill that ran down your spine was from the cold or the spooky atmosphere. Your steps quickened as you got closer to the restaurant; you couldn’t wait for the warmth and safety it would provide…as well as the chicken.

When you finally got there you slammed the doors open, your breaths coming in hard pants from the urgent jog you had resorted to in the final stretch of your trek. The two workers behind the counter both stopped whatever they were doing to look up at you and you could only give them a sheepish smile and pretend to not be embarrassed. You stepped up to the counter and ordered your usual, paying with a few crinkled bills you had to dig out of your pocket with stiff, cold fingers.

The place was pretty small, with just the counter and a few small tables pushed to the side of the room. You sat down at the table furthest from the door and pulled out your phone to distract you while you waited. You scrolled through tumblr with one hand as you sandwiched the other between your thighs, trying to use your body heat to warm it. Your mind wandered around aimlessly, thinking about everything from the musicians’ pictures on your phone to the assignment you wanted to start on tomorrow morning. You didn’t look up when you heard the door open, but when you heard that voice– that unmistakable voice– your heart stopped in your chest.

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Snowbaz Oneshot

~fluff~ Forgot to post a fic yesterday, so have this! I wrote it a while ago but I love it still.

(they hate each other irl but are online friends au) (college au)

(Baz’s point of view)

I glared across the room at Simon Snow, an annoying boy who I, sadly, have the misfortune of sharing a dorm with. He was just… so… annoying. I couldn’t exactly explain why, but I knew I hated him. At least I forced my brain to think I did. I hate a crush on the little prick in high school, but when I realized I did, I pushed it to the back of my brain and instead of thinking about how it would feel to date him, I thought about all the little ticks he did that annoyed me. Like he didn’t fold his clothes before putting them away. He ate ramen so messily and dripped it on the floor. His half of the room was generally a mess, clothes on the floor, bed unmade, homework strewn about his desk… but I had to admit, it was much more personalized than my side. He had a bulletin board above his desk, and he pinned everything to it. Photos, notes, reminders, magazine articles… his whole life was laid out on that bulletin board. But on my side of the room, there was virtually nothing that could say it was mine. Everything was impeccably neat, everything put away, pens and homework papers neatly organized, all my textbooks lined up by class. On my bulletin board I only put things for school. There was only one thing from home that really said it was mine, and that was my violin. It stayed under the bed most of the time. Snow didn’t even know I played. But when he went out, I took it from its case and played my heart out. It was the one thing I gave all my passion to. I sighed again, looking up at the teacher droning on at the front of the classroom. I’d already read ahead in the textbook and I’d easily understood everything the teacher was talking about now. I was top of my class, but my spot there was dangerously close to being overtaken by Penelope Bunce, an annoying blue haired girl who seemed to be at my dorm way too much for my liking. She and Snow were inseparable, and they both didn’t trust me at all. I liked it better that way. I didn’t want them up in my business. 

I was jolted from my thoughts again at the sound of my name being called. “Basilton Pitch,” the teacher said, and I sat up straight. 

“Yes, sir?”

“Daydreaming, Basil?”

I flushed red with anger and embarrassment. “No, sir, only further thinking about the theory you’re explaining.”

The teacher, whose name was Professor Smith, looked confused. “You don’t mean you understand it already, Mr. Pitch?”

I shrugged, trying to come of as nonchalant. “But of course, Professor. I read ahead in the textbook, you see.”

Smith looked impressed. “And you understand this without further explanation?”

“Yes, I did, sir. In fact, I was only thinking there might be a loophole in this theory that doesn’t quite match up with what we discussed last class.”

Smith held out his piece of chalk, gesturing to the blackboard behind him. I got up from my seat, feeling the glares from Snow and Bunce. They hated me showing off. I loved making them mad. I took the chalk from the professor and began to explain to him what I had in fact been thinking about the night before. As I scribbled notes and equations on the board, Smith looked on, thoroughly impressed with the deep thought I’d went into. 

“Yes, yes, of course…” he murmured, looking over my calculations. “Everything seems to be in order… but you see here, when this variable is solved, then..” he went on again, going into deep detail about my theory. A quick glance about the room told me that only a few people were actually interested in this physics debate. One of them was Bunce, and she was giving me a death glare from the back of the room. I gave her a little smirk, and I saw a few girls in the corner practically melt (I can’t help it, I’m unfairly attractive), but Bunce simply pushed her glasses up her nose and went back to taking notes, occasionally sending a glare my way. Snow rolled his eyes when I caught his gaze, going back to staring out the window, but I couldn’t help but notice how the prism that was hanging in the window caught the light, sending a rainbow across his golden bronze curls and lighting up his sapphire eyes. I shook my head slightly, shaking myself free from my thoughts again. What was I thinking? My brain had long since accepted that Snow would never like me.

I discussed theories and physics with Professor Smith until class was over. Finally. I was getting rather bored of trying to defend myself against a professor. Snow and Bunce left together, gathering up their things and putting them away, obviously not in a rush to get anywhere. They probably had a bit of free time before their next class. I wasn’t so lucky, however. I had ten minutes to get all the way across campus. I hastily shoved my things into my backpack and rushed out the door, pushing past Snow. I walked briskly down the sidewalk, not wanting to appear flustered. I always maintained a cool, collected appearance, even when my thoughts were all jumbled up like they were now. I hadn’t thought about Simon like that since freshman year. I thought for sure I didn’t like him anymore… but as our arms brushed on the way out the door, my heart skipped a beat. I placed a hand on my chest now. It was still beating fast. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. It wasn’t really working right now, especially with me being so stressed. I had a ton of homework lately, at least two or more hours a night. Snow was just as stressed as I was, but he had a harder time hiding it.

I entered my next classroom three minutes early and sat down in my usual seat. A few more people filed in before class officially started, including Agatha Wellbelove. It was a bit too obvious that she sort of liked me. She tried her best to sit next to me and talk to me every class, and I gave her a small smile or a bite of a conversation just to sate her, but I only did it to annoy Snow, who she, in fact, was dating, even if it was on and off. She sat just behind me today, and I could practically feel her gaze on the back of my head, but I ignored her, pulling out my essay due in this class. The papers were collected and the teacher began droning on again, something about aberrations and archetypes. I personally preferred science to English, but I had to take at least one English class for my major. 

For the rest of the day I struggled through my classes. Some days I was completely entranced with my professor’s lectures, but today was not one of those days. I went back to the dorm before dinner to find Snow and Bunce sitting at his desk, Bunce trying to calm Simon down about some overdue report. Apparantly he thought it was due next Tuesday, when it was, in fact, due this Tuesday, tomorrow. Penelope cut her eyes at me as I walked in, but I ignored her. It was my room too. She wasn’t even technically supposed to be in here, and I hated it, but I knew if I reported her, Snow would do everything he could to get back at me. Knowing him, he’d probably steal my secret stash of ramen from the sock drawer in my dresser. He’d do anything for extra food. 

After a while, Bunce left, and Simon and I were left alone. I was reading some old treaty or declaration or something similar, but I kept having to go back and reread because I was getting distracted by Snow. He bit his lip in concentration, running a hand through his golden brown curls, and I blushed, burying my face in the papers I was failing at reading. What was happening to me today? I watched Simon in silence as he tapped away at his laptop. After a while he leaned back in his chair, sighing. His head lolled back over the top of his chair, and his eyes closed. His curly hair flopped over the chair and his forehead, catching the fading light of the setting sun. After a few minutes I realized he was asleep. From personal experience, I knew he was a deep sleeper, and he probably wouldn’t be up until late tomorrow morning. I knew he didn’t choose any classes before nine o clock on any morning, and I decided to let him get some sleep. He needed it. Except that paper must still be undone… I glanced over my own homework. I was almost done anyway… I put it aside and got up, standing next to Simon, who was now snoring lightly, fast asleep. I gently ran the tips of my fingers through his hair. It was so soft! I brushed it from his forehead, and, spontaneously, kissed his forehead gently. He stayed asleep, and I blushed. What was I doing today? I briefly wondered if I could lift the boy… I wasn’t on the football team for nothing. I gently lifted his feet from the ground and his head from the chair, and, when he didn’t even stir, I gently hoisted him into my arms. I nearly dropped him, my heart was beating so hard. What was I doing? Here I was, holding Simon Snow in my arms like he was my lover (at this thought I blushed even more). I laid him down carefully in his bed and pulled up his covers. I grabbed his laptop from his desk and skimmed through the essay he was writing. It was from our government class that we had together. It had been assigned two weeks ago, but it was just like Snow to do it the night before. I’d finished mine three days after it was assigned. 

I stayed up until nearly midnight finishing Snow’s essay. When I finished, I saved it, closed his laptop, and placed it back on his desk. I quickly changed from my jeans into sweatpants and pulled off my shirt. I usually slept shirtless, especially on warm nights like this. Simon was still fast asleep. I leaned over the edge of his bed, watching him breathe. It was a bit creepy, I know, but even though I’d tried to repress this hopeless love for five years, it was still there. I was taken over by a strong feeling of something indescribable, and before I could convince myself otherwise, I bent down and kissed the bronze haired boy on the mouth. I broke away quickly, blushing, and before Snow could wake up and see me like this, I climbed into my bed, facing away from him. 

The next morning I woke first. It was 8 am. I had two hours till my next class, and I contemplated going back to bed, but I decided to have some breakfast instead and try and get some more of my homework done. I was sitting at my desk, studying for a test I had this afternoon when I heard Simon getting out of bed. I didn’t look back at him as he shuffled around, grabbing clothes from his drawers. He stopped to look at me. 

“Well aren’t you up early, huh, Pitch?”

I shrugged, glancing at the clock. It was 8:49. “Not that early, Snow, look at a clock.” Simon grabbed the digital clock from my desk, reading the time. He dropped it and raced to the bathroom to get dressed. 

“I’m gonna be late, Pitch, why didn’t you wake me up?” He ran out again, wearing khaki pants and a white t shirt. He pulled on a sweatshirt and ran his hand through his hair, but it still looked a mess. He grabbed his backpack and started to reach for his laptop when he realized. “Shit,” I heard him mutter to himself. I spun around my chair.

“Problem, Snow?” I asked, cool as ever. 

He shook his head numbly, grabbing his laptop and striding out the door. I smiled slightly as the door slammed behind him. What a pleasant surprise he’ll get when he realizes his essay is already finished. I wonder if he’ll realize it’s me or if he’ll be stuck wondering if he was so tired he didn’t remember finishing it and getting into bed. 

I gathered my things together as well, but I was as in a rush as Simon was. His first class today started at 9:05, my first class was at 9:30. I took a quick shower and got dressed in a similar outfit that I wore yesterday, nothing too fancy, just some black jeans, a black hoodie, and a dark blue beanie. I slung my bag over my shoulder and shoved my hands in my pockets. I walked a few blocks down the street to the nearest Starbucks to get a coffee before class and sat down in the lecture hall ten minutes early. Only two or three people were already here. I took out my phone and opened up Skype. One new message from my friend, IceandSnow (or Ice, as I call him. I found it a bit ironic that my best friend I called Ice and my enemy I called Snow) I clicked on the little message button.

‘Hey, Baz!’ the message read. The few friends that I do have call me Baz, not Basil. Nobody on this campus calls me Baz. I’ve only ever had one real life friend, and when she skipped a grade in junior year and left for college a year before me, she never talked to me again. I assumed she was busy with school for a while, but after two years I’ve given up. So now I’ve only got Ice, mainly, and a couple other people in our main group chat. I clicked away from it into personal messaging, where Ice had sent me the message. 

'Hey Ice, what’s up?’ I typed. He responded a few seconds later. 

'Nothing much, just in class. Totally bored right now.’

'Me too. I’ve got seven minutes till my teacher starts to drone again. I’ve already had him twice this week.’

'Ugh. sorry.’

Our conversation went back and forth like this until the teacher at the front of the room cleared his throat loudly, signaling he was about to start, and you all better be paying attention or god save you on the final. I sent one last message before sliding my phone into the front pocket of my backpack.

'Gtg Ice. Talk later.’

I pulled out a notebook to take notes, scribbling the date and the subject at the top of a clean page. I sighed. It was already more than halfway through the year and I could not wait for summer. 

A few hours later I stumbled into the bright sunlight for the last time that day. Finally I could go back to my dorm and have at least some time to myself. When I got back, Simon was already there, sprawled out on his bed, texting somebody, from what I could tell. I dropped my backpack on the floor by my desk and pulled out my own phone to see another message from Ice. 

'Done with class yet?’

'Yeah, just got back.’

Simon looked over at me, confused. “What?” I snapped, a little too fast. “Am I not allowed to talk to my friends?”

Simon recovered fast from his glance, although he still looked confused. I wonder why. “Wow, you’ve got friends, Pitch?”

I rolled my eyes, preferring to not respond. I didn’t want to fight with Snow.

'So how was your day?’ Ice asked.

'Eh. Ok.’

'What’s wrong?’

'Ah, nothing much. Just gotta share my dorm with an annoying little prick.’

'Haha… except I know you better. You told me that annoying little prick is actually your crush of.. what, five years?’

'Oh, shut up. He is a bit annoying sometimes though. He gives me these strange looks, like he knows me from somewhere else.’

'Oh. Well, don’t worry too much about it, I’m sure he’s probably just trying to mess with you. At least you don’t have to deal with my annoying room mate.’

'Yes, well, you’ve got the same story as I do, Ice, you’ve got a crush on him too.’

'Shh… we can be secretly gay for our room mates together.’

I nearly laughed aloud, but I restrained myself before Snow noticed. 'So… Ice. I know you’re my best friend and all, but I don’t actually know you that well. I only met you this year, after all.’ I paused, thinking. 'Where do you live?’

'Trying to stalk me Bazzy?’

’…maybe :p’

'I live in England.’

'Wait, really? I thought you lived in America! I live in England too!’

'Huh? Maybe we can arrange to see each other sometime!! Wouldn’t that be great?’

I grinned. 'Yeah!’

'Sorry to break up the happy conversation here, Baz, but I’ve got a ton of homework to do. Mind if I go?’

'Course not. Talk later.’

'Yep.’

I saw Simon moving from the corner of my eye. He turned his phone off, leaving it on his bed, and went and sat down at his desk. I stared at him. That was weird. Had to do homework the same time as Ice? It had to be a coincidence. I glanced at the clock on my phone. I should probably do homework too. 

A few hours later I flopped back on my bed, tired. I picked up my phone and sent a message to Ice. 'You there?’ Across the room, Snow’s phone dinged and he picked it up. I stared at it. Had to be a coincidence. Had to be. 

'Yeah’

'So, I’ve been thinking….’

'Oh no’

'Oh shut up. I’m being serious.’

'Ok, ok, sorry. What’s up?’

'We should do a video call.’

Simon got up, falling onto his bed as well with his phone, smiling at something. Probably a text from his girlfriend. Did he have a girlfriend?

'k’

I took a deep breath, calming butterflies in my stomach. Why was I nervous? I pressed the little video tape button in the corner and there was a ding as the call started to go through. There was a simultaneous ding from Snow’s phone and I glanced over. It couldn’t be… I looked back at my phone to see the shocked face of Simon Snow staring back at me. I launched myself off my bed. 

“Ice?” I questioned, and my voice came through Snow’s phone as well.

“Baz?” he said, and I heard his voice through my phone. 

I turned bright red, realizing what this meant. Secret gay crushes on our roommate? That obviously meant… that meant… Simon Snow had a crush on me?

I grabbed my hoodie and ran out the door.

What was I supposed to do?

I heard Simon calling my name, but I ran out the front door of our dorm building into the cool air of the night. I kept running. My secret was out. My enemy… or was he? knew that I had a crush on him. He knew the other side of me that I only showed to people that mean a lot to me. But he means a lot to me, doesn’t he?

I heard the dorm door slam behind me, and I run faster. Snow must be following me. I was on the football team. I could outrun him. I ran and ran, for what must be at least ten minutes. I had a stitch in my side, but Snow was still running, panting behind me. Finally I stopped, leaning against a lamppost, panting, completely tuckered out. Simon ran up beside me, stopping a few feet away. I managed to catch my breath and raise my head to look him in the eye. I stared into his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes and those handsome bronze curls reflecting the light from the lamppost. I knew I was blushing. I had to be. Simon was too. He somehow managed a small smile and I almost melted. I was completely and utterly in love with this boy. He stepped closer, further into the light, and held out his hand. I carefully, cautiously, gingerly took it, and he entwined his fingers into mine, squeezing my hand. He burst out laughing, and I almost pulled away. Was he laughing at me?

No. “You have a crush on me, Baz?” My heart skips a beat hearing my nickname come from his lips. I flush red, looking down, but he brushes his other hand under my chin, lifting my head up. “And… and I have a crush on you. I tried to convince myself I hated you because I thought you hated me.”

“I did the same thing,” I breathe. I laugh, shakily, nervous. “So what do we do now?”

Simon blushed. “Do you… do you want… to.. be my boyfriend?”

I swear in that moment my heart leaped through my throat. “Y-yes!” I stuttered out eventually, and Simon laughed. I laughed too, with him. This was the best night of my life. I wanted to kiss him. I had to kiss him. His mouth was open, breathing heavily, and his eyes were shining. His hand was embraced in mine. I started to lean forward, towards him. 

And then he kisses me. 

Starstruckarrow-through-my-writers-block
   What happens when a popular television star and a movie star dreamboat run into each other at Comic-Con? Sparks fly.

Legacy – ash818
   Legacy:  It’s 2039, and Jonathan Queen cannot stop looking for trouble. Then trouble finds him and his family, and Jonny discovers that there is more to his parents than he ever suspected. He must learn to bear the weight of his parents’ past, and he must learn fast, because time is running out for his mother.
   The Man Under the Hood:  Two years ago, Jonathan Queen learned the truth about the family business, and now he is determined to carry on his parents’ legacy.
   Blood On My Name:  In the spring of 2042, victory and tragedy rocked the Queens’ world. Six months later Jonathan and his family are still trying to find their feet in this new normal. Then a string of gruesome murders shocks Starling, and when the killer targets someone close to Jon, the Arrow must face down a whole new kind of threat.

The Second Hand Unwindsbrookemopolitan
    An arrow tattoo seems like an appropriate way to remember Oliver and the sacrifices he’d made for her, for his family and for his city… until Felicity realizes that maybe, she has something else to remember him by as well.

Five Kinds of Kissescallistawolf
    The progression of Oliver and Felicity’s relationship, as seen through a variety of different kisses.

I know they’re watchingcallistawolf
    Oliver learns that part of his initiation into the League, into becoming Al Sah-him and Heir to the Demon is taking a mate with which to provide the League with an heir. It’s not a ritual that he wishes to participate in, especially given his night in Felicity’s arms, but what other choice does he have? (explicit.)

Blood Handsdust2dust34
    When new Bratva business comes to Starling City, it brings Oliver’s past with the brotherhood into sharp, ugly focus. But when it strikes too close to home, endangering the one person he never wanted that darkness to touch, he finds out his and Felicity’s pasts are more tangled than he could have ever imagined. (Bratva AU)

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Two Night Stand AU: Part 3

Ok, I’m going to be straight with y’all.  I’m busy and tired and they won’t reject my short story so I wrote this but I don’t even know if it’s good, I just know it was an excuse to watch this movie a billion more times, which is always a good choice. 


“Do you have service?” Astrid paces back and forth across Hiccup’s living room, pressing her phone screen repeatedly.  “You were on the phone in the hallway.”  

“Yeah, but not anymore,” he waves his phone at her and she squints to see the little white x in the corner of his screen.  “Plus, aren’t you watching the weather?  There’s like another foot of snow outside.”  

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