speaker stands

so i think i mentioned how my entire junior class got to sit in our auditorium and listen to ruby bridges talk about racism for two hours yesterday, but i didn’t talk about one of the most powerful moments in the presentation?

so we got to the end–like, the last twenty minutes–and she asked for questions. and we had a few standard questions (”how do you feel about people taking their education for granted?” “what would you say to the people who stood outside and protested you going to school if you met them again?”) but there was this kid waiting in the question line fidgeting nervously. and everybody could see it?? when he finally got up to ask his question, he asked her about her opinion on the events on ferguson.

and she mentioned her sons again, who she talked about earlier in the presentation. and then she told us about her son who was murdered. and she talked about the mothers who had their children taken away and how if you took a life unjustly and forsake your role as a keeper of the peace, you should be punished. and then she talked about how everybody chooses a side in this thing; good and evil.

and then she said that racism today is scarier than it was to her when she was growing up.

and the entire junior class was silent.


every padmé deleted scene: “padmé addresses the senate”


(gif not mine, credit to the owner. Btw this is a good ass gif I applaud you)

genre: smut (not in this part, in later parts), fluff, friend!au, skinny dipping

warning: skinny dipping, graphic smut (again in later parts. in the next part you ask? idk, guess you’ll have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), Baekhyun is a fuckin tease just like how he is in real life.

length: idk man pretty long

Authors note: I want to thank you all for all the positive responses I’ve received for cabin, it really means a lot because I literally wrote it just to write it and now you guys are messaging me the nicest stuff so thank you. Btw I kind of changed up my writing style in this one, so instead of the huge block paragraphs everything is spaced out a little better. Anyway, here’s cabin pt. 2, enjoy.

(I didn’t really know what to do with pt.2 so I don’t know if I’m entirely happy with it so if you guys wanna leave requests or ideas for later parts in my ask box it would be awesome because I want to see where you guys want me to take this.)

pt: 2

“So I guess it’s just you and me till Friday.”

It was like every cell in your body started to reek havoc. Friday? That’s another 5 days alone with Baekhyun, not to mention that you had literally just watched him touch himself to the thought of you no longer than 5 minutes ago; and now you would have to spend 5 days trying not to attack him.

“That’s 5 days. What are we going to do for food?”

Baekhyun put his phone down onto the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen, “I guess my mom left us $200 in emergency money, so that should be good enough, right?” The last word left his lips a little shaky.

“Yeah that should be fine.” You started to walk towards the window, trying to hide the fact that your face had turned a bright shade of pink.

You heard Baekhyun take a deep inhale in, and then his footsteps heading in your direction until he was standing right beside you, looking out towards the lake and many trees.

“Is… Is that okay?” Baekhyun questions, “Because if it isn’t then I understand, I can call my mom and tell them to come home immed…”

He was cut off by your words “Baekhyun it’s okay, I promise. I could really use 5 days to get away from my mom’s constant dancing and blabbling and my Dad talking about golf literally 24/7” you giggled turning to see that Baekhyun was laughing along too.

“Yeah and my Mom’s terrible songs she makes up when she’s doing random tasks,” he starts to tap the glass of the window “or how my Dad literally falls asleep everywhere that he sits for more than 10 minutes.” the way he laughs is only making you laugh harder, “and don’t even get me started on my brother’s constant ‘I’m an athlete mom, not a housemaid’.” he says in the deepest voice he can possibly manage. He sighs “Let’s just make these next five days fun.“ he says turning to meet your eyes, and once again you find yourself melting by the sight of his smile, it really is your favorite thing about him.

You turn back to the window, “Agreed.”

Baekhyun stops tapping on the window and puts his hand down, accidentally brushing yours. You fight the chill coursing through your body.

You turn on your heel to head to the various cupboards displayed across the kitchen, “well first we have to figure out what were gonna eat for lunch.” You shuffle through the various canned items.

During your search for at least something that could possibly work to eat, you felt Baekhyun’s hands on your hips behind you, you freeze. He looks over your shoulder as if this was an innocent act.

“Why don’t we have some ravioli?” His grip on your hips loosened till they were no more.

“Yeah…” with shaky hands you grab the two cans “…sure.”

Baekhyun takes a seat at the island, “Is everything okay?” He asks with fake confusion in his face, he knew what he was doing.

“Yeah I’m fine. Uh… do you want orange juice or canada dry?”

“Canada dry is good.” He sits up straight. “So about the room situation…”

You turn to face him.

“I think it’s too cold at night for us to… sleep apart.” You flush at his words.

You turn back around so you could finish making the food, “Yeah, it really was freezing last night.”

“I felt like I was gonna get frostbite.”

“Yeah I could tell, you were strangling me.” you laugh.

“YAH at least you were warm!” he smirks, “You were enjoying the sight too.”

You flush. “Shut up!” You throw an ice cube at him from the freezer.

He throws his arms up in defeat, “Okay okay, you were just strangled… totally not staring at me while I slept.”

You had no words. Glaring, you threw another ice cube at him.

“Hey! Stop that!” He laughs covering his body to block further cubes.

You place the Ravioli in front of him, “Your majesty.” You say with a bow.

“Thank you my humble servant.” Baekhyun says returning your bow.

You two sit at the island. “Weren’t we supposed to have PB&J’s?” Baekhyun asks turning to you.

You laugh “I totally forgot.”

You find yourself laying on the couch, reading Fahrenheit 451. A pouty Baekhyun enters the room, “y/n I’m bored.” He lifts your legs from the couch and sits, placing them in his lap.

‘This little shit’ was all you could really think.

You sat up, legs still in his lap. “Well what would you like to do?”

He pauses, thinking for a second “Hold on.” Baekhyun takes your legs off his lap and stands, placing them back down on the couch, and heads into your shared room. He returns with his portable speaker and stands with his phone in hand, trying to connect it. Out from the speaker blasts Strawberry Afternoons by Lonely Benson.

He holds out his hand, “Dance with me?” he asks with puppy dog eyes.
You sigh, placing your bookmark back in your book and putting it on the table to stand. You take his hand and he starts swinging you, twirling you, and moving all over the cabin with you. You both are laughing as you dance together. Just as Baekhyun goes to twirl you, within an instant both of his feet fly up from beneath him as he lands on his back. You couldn’t contain your laughter and had to get on the floor as you held your stomach, tears streaming from your eyes trying to ask if he was okay through your cackling. Baekhyun groaned but as soon as he saw you he started laughing too. Soon you both were rolling around on the floor laughing so hard it had almost become painful.

“That was” you heave “the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” still on the floor. Your abs and face hurt.

“Shut up.” He smiles, pushing your shoulder.

Brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face You sit up, “What time is it?”

Baekhyun sits up for a brief second to look at the clock on the stove, “2:07am″ he lays back on the floor, massaging his cheeks from the laughter.

You stand, “come on, I wanna show you something.” You put out your hand. Hesitating for only a second, he takes it, allowing you to lead him.

You climb the wooden ladder that leads into the loft, with Baekhyun right behind you “your brother showed this to my sister and I a couple years ago and made us promise not to tell you about it.”

He pouts, “What, why?”

“You were being a quote ‘little asshole’ that day I guess.” You giggle, finally reaching the loft. You head towards the little walk in closet just to the right of the room. Walking inside you look up, a small trap door placed in the middle. You turn to Baekhyun, “give me boost will ya?” Giving him your leg, he cupped his hands and hoisted you up. You grabbed the little latch on the trap door and pulled it down, a wooden staircase falling down with it.

“What the hell” Baekhyun whispered.

You started to go up the stairs, until you climbed into an attic. It was small and smelled of dust and who knows what from over the years. The room was shaped like a triangle with a window to the left and various boxes that covered the floor.

You turned around to see Baekhyun studying the room, “why did you bring me up here?”

As your answer, you opened the window. “You trust me?” he nods, “then come on.”

You climb out of the window. The view is absolutely stunning; the moon shines on the still lake perfectly, and you could see all the lights going down the mountain, lighting up the forest just a bit.

“This is the roof.” Baekhyun states after climbing out the window too.

You nod, “Your brother used to take my sister up here when he had a crush on her Junior year.” You laugh a little, still staring at the scenery around you.

He turns to face you. “What now?”

You sit, and look out, your hands finding the wood beneath you to fiddle with the broken off pieces and Baekhyun takes a seat right next to you, “So tell me about life…” you blink up at him. “You know your favorite things, how life’s going, where you want to travel. You know things like that.” He adds, waiting for some sort of answer.

“Well, life’s pretty good. I’m top 2% at our school and I just got offered a scholarship for Golf from NYC and an Art scholarship from UCLA.”

“Besides focusing on school every second of your life, what do you like to do?” Baekhyun presses. When you look at him, his attention is fully on you, he actually wants to hear about it.

“I don’t know, I uh… I like to draw and paint, and music is sometimes my everything. I really like plants so I care for my garden. And writing, Oh I could write or read, or maybe even both for hours,” you babble “and I really really like to watch movies.”

Baekhyun smiled, “Which movies?”

“I don’t know there’s so many,” You look up at the sky, thinking. “I fall in love with practically every movie I watch. I guess mostly 80′s movies.”

Baekhyun lights up, “Really? Me too!”

You smile at his enthusiasm. “My Dad and I always watch 80′s movies, like hmm… The Karate Kid, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, Rocky 1-a friken million, Full Metal Jacket, Pretty Woman. All those movies.”

“Or The Outsiders, Back to the Future, Pretty in Pink, Ghost Busters, A Christmas Story, The Goonies…” he continues with his eyes closed trying to think. “Oh! or the Princess Bride, Stand By Me.”

“Yes! All those!” You squeal.

Baekhyun smiles and you shiver, half from it being like 15 degrees outside, and from his goddamn smile.

“It’s cold.” You murmur, hugging yourself.

Baekhyun stands, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Disappearing into the attic. He reappeared about a minute and a half later with a thick flannel blanket. “It’s the thickest one I could find.” He sits as close to you as he can and wraps the blanket around both of you. You melt into his warmth as you both sit in comfortable silence, looking out at the lake.

“Hey,” Baekhyun breaks the silence. “I just.. Look. I’m sorry for being so mean to you all these years. I know that I was cruel and you don’t have to forgive me, just know that I’m sorry.” He’s looking up at the stars, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Baekhyun,” He looks down at you. “I forgive you. I knew it wasn’t the real you.” You smile sweetly at him, giving him reassuring eyes.

“Thank you.” He says before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. “So what kind of music do you like?”

You can see the sky turning different shades of pink and blue, the signs that the sun is about to rise.

“What time is it?” Baekhyun asks, he had his head on your shoulder playing with the fringe at the end of the flannel.

“Erm…” You take your phone out of your pocket. “Approximately 5:43am.” You state, tucking your phone back into it’s previous place.

Baekhyun shifts so he can look at you. “Are you tired?”

“Not really.”

You and Baekhyun had spent hours just talking about life in general, about people, about the world, everything. It was nice to finally see him for him.

“Do you wanna go swimming?”

You look down at him, his head still on your shoulder. “Right now?” he looks at you and nods. “But isn’t the water freezing?”

Baekhyun sits up, “So, it’s freezing all day, what’s the difference? Please please please.” He implored, giving you those puppy eyes again.

You give a long dramatic sigh, “Fine, I guess the sunrise will be beautiful from the water.”

Baekhyun shoots you a toothy grin before grabbing both the blanket and your wrist to drag you downstairs.

As he starts to walk towards the door you stop in confusion, “Wait. Are you not gonna get your trunks?”

Baekhyun turns around, “No” a smirk is played across his face.

Dear god.

You walk out the door and follow Baekhyun as you reach the lake. There’s a small wooden pier that Baekhyun takes you to the end of.

“Do you want to go first?” He asks as you look down at the water.

“Were going in fully clothed?” You ask confused.

Baekhyun looks at you, you watch as his fingers hook underneath the hem of his shirt before he pulls it off. “No, were not going in fully clothed.” And there it is again, that damn smirk that you can’t seem to get away from. Baekhyun continues with his shorts as you watch, frozen. It wasn’t until he was about to pull off his boxers you turn the opposite direction, until you hear a splash. You turn around to see a happy Baekhyun swimming in the light blue water. “Come on y/n, it’s almost sunrise.”

Shit. You start with your shirt, crossing your arms to pull it over your head. You close your eyes praising yourself for deciding to wear a cute bra today. Next you unbuttoned your shorts, pushing them down your legs, kicking them off when they reached your ankles. You turned away from Baekhyun to unhook your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms and then throwing it aside, covering yourself with your right arm. You look behind you to see Baekhyun’s eyes trailing up and down your backside.

“Hey turn around!” You scold, blushing at his intrusion.
When he turns around you pull down your panties and try to slowly ease your way into the ice cold water. It was just shallow enough so you could stand, but also deep enough to cover your chest. As you refocus your gaze, you see Baekhyun turned away from you, looking at the pink sun just now peeking out from behind the trees. The sky was a beautiful mixture of pink, purple, and light oranges. You hike up the courage and swim till you’re standing right beside him.
Suddenly Baekhyun puts an arm around your bare waist, constricting so that you’re close to him, your entire body heating up with something close to embarrassment. His hand travels up and down your side, feeling your skin beneath his touch. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, his touch, the feeling of his flesh pressed against yours is driving you over the edge. As you look down you can see his cock below the water, inviting you to touch, to taste. Your mouth starts to salivate knowing that he can probably see you just as well as you can see him, making you press your legs together as you remember the way his cock looked in his hands yesterday. You blush at the dirty thoughts that flood your mind, at how hard you’re pressing your thigh together. Just as you thought he was going to make a move, he swims in the opposite direction.

Goddamnit he’s such a tease.

“Ah I’ve never felt so free.” Baekhyun dips his head below the water, wetting his hair. “Y/n, this is the best idea I’ve had in ages.”

You start to swim around too, splashing Baekhyun occasionally when he decides to be an ass.

You rush inside going straight to the bathroom so you could peel off your cold wet clothes. You start to panic when you realize you don’t have any extra clothes with you and both towels are currently in the wash.

“Baekhyun.” You peek your head out from behind the door.

He comes out of the room and stands in the hallway, laughing lightly at your appearance.

“Can you bring me some clothes?” You ask trying as hard as you possibly could to not let him catch a glimpse of your body behind the door.

Baekhyun smiles a mischievous smile. “Sure.” He heads into the room and you could feel his smile radiating through you as he entered the hallway and gave you the small wad of clothes in his hand.

“Thanks.” You say high pitched and fast as you close the door almost too fast.
When you unravel the wad of clothes you see that it’s just a large white plain t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. “Are you fucking kidding me.” you whisper to yourself. But its all you’ve got, so you put them on, tugging down the hem of the shirt as you walk out of the bathroom.

When you walk into the room Baekhyun is laying down on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone. When he looks up at you he smiles and opens his arms for you to come and lay down next to him, “C’mon, let’s at least get a couple hours of sleep.” You smile, crossing the room to crawl into bed with him, forgetting entirely about your lack of clothing. Baekhyun wraps his arms and legs around you just as he did the previous night, and you found yourself falling asleep faster than you had anticipated.

You wake up to an empty bed. Grabbing your phone from your nightstand you read 12:57pm. You stretch your limbs and think about the events that took place yesterday and this morning. It’s so crazy how literally a couple days ago Baekhyun was just the guy that hated you, that always made it certain that he didn’t care for you, the guy that you avoided to spare your own feelings.

You’re knocked out of your thoughts by a couple noises coming from the kitchen. You unwrap yourself from all the blankets and go to your suitcase to look for some shorts and a clean bra to put on. When you’re finished dressing you head out to the kitchen where you see Baekhyun sitting peacefully playing on his laptop at the dining room table.

He looks up to see you standing there “hey.” he says, standing to walk towards you. As he reaches you he places both hands on your waist and looks down at you, your face beet red as you stare up at him. Jesus Christ, what’s with him always grabbing your waist if he’s not gonna do anything further.

He smirks and lets go of you, walking into the kitchen to open up the fridge. He pulls out a Canada Dry and a string cheese. Still smirking he turns to face you.
“You know you sleep talk.”

Authors note: Thanks for reading! Please please please, if you have any requests or suggestions for what you want to see in Part 3 please don’t be afraid to leave them in my ask box also with other request for senerios, smuts, drabbles, reactions, etc.

earth angel

synopsis: hansol is a greaser in 1950s america with the classic slicked-back hair and black sunglasses to match. he may a bit more genteel than he lots on, however (。’▽’。)♡

genre: fluff

word count: 1,979

“I’ll get it, Ma,” you called, pacing down the hallway to your front door. Whoever was on the other side was getting impatient, as they knocked again. “Coming!”

It was a Friday night in October. Mid-term exams were fast approaching, so you were spending the evening in a cramped corner of your bedroom with your nose stuck in your chemistry textbook. The faint audio of I Love Lucy re-runs drifted out of the living room and your mother had all the windows in the kitchen opened wide to let out the suffocating steam from dinner. You straightened the basic crew neck you were wearing before swinging open the door.

“Hansol,” you hissed, hastily stepping out onto your front stoop and closing the door behind you. You subconsciously looked over his form: his jet-black gelled hair, the fitted blue jeans beneath a flattering white t-shirt covered by his everyday leather jacket. The leather of your Converse shoes touched the tips of his pointed, laced shoes of leather as black as his jacket. “What are you doing here?”

“That’s no way to greet me, baby,” he chuckled. He reached out and ran an index finger along the collar of your sweater. “What are ya wearing this for?”

“What do you mean?” You exhaled in disbelief, a fiery blush overtaking your face. “If my parents see you, I’ll be hang–”

“Did you forget about the sock hop?” He interrupted. You grimaced at him tilting his head toward his right shoulder with that all-too-familiar smirk playing on his lips.

“Didn’t forget, I’m just too busy studying.” You jabbed a finger into his firm chest. “And you should be, too. Besides, I never said I would go with you.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” he pouted. You watched his fingers play with the zipper on his jacket. “All the guys have fine young ladies with them and I’m not about to be left out.”

“Oh, so you want an ornament,” you laughed sarcastically. “I heard Mary-Tom’s free tonight. Why don’t you drop by her place?” You reached for the doorknob, but his hand, a bit cold from the autumn air, caught your arm.

“Didn’t mean it like that, Y/N, you know I didn’t.”

You stared at him contemplatively, and he stared right back. You had known him for years, been in homerooms with him from grade to grade, but he had never taken any real interest in you like he had with some other girls. His friends knew you well, and you enjoyed their company, even if it usually did mean mischief. You looked over his shoulder, eyeing the sleek red convertible sitting idle.

“I’ll go tell my parents a fib or two. Meet me at the intersection of Seventh and Fairgood in twenty.”

He grinned emphatically, knowing he had gained this small victory, and swaggered back to his convertible. “See ya, babe.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He could only laugh as he slipped his sunglasses on his face and drove away.

You bobbed your head along with the rhythmic tapping your ghillie shoes made on the pavement of the sidewalk. The white-cotton socks beneath the dainty laces prevented the sides from digging into your feet. You wore a black sweater and a pale blue circle skirt; you considered wearing your new poodle skirt, but you put it away at the thought of making Hansol’s ego any larger. You had to sneak past the kitchen and living room, as you certainly were not dressed for a study session at Mary-Tom’s like you had claimed.

Finally, the bright reflection of red in the sunset’s light caught your eye on the street corner and you climbed into Hansol’s passenger seat. Per usual, Billie Holiday’s sweet voice was flowing through the speakers. He whistled at your outfit and reached across you to put your seatbelt on for you. “Y/N, don’t you look right fine.”

“Oh, quiet,” you giggled, suddenly unable to look him in the eye. “Not to be a party-pooper, but I have to be home by ten.”

“Not a problem,” he hummed, changing gears and smoothly flying up the street. He flung his right arm across the seat behind you and gripped the cream steering wheel with his left hand. 

“I’m glad you haven’t lost your love for Billie Holiday,” you commented, fluffing up your hair with your hands.

“Oh, I listen to a bit of everything. Seungkwan told me you bought some Sinatra and Presley records the other day.”

“Yes, I love them,” you grinned. He looked at you fondly, amused at your excitement. “No doubt they’ll have some Elvis on tonight, huh?”

“Let’s hope so,” he said. He parked on the street next to the school, as the parking lot behind the gymnasium was filled to capacity with hot-rods and groups of students standing around. Hansol got out and chivalrously opened your door before offering his arm. You linked your forearm around his any marched into the gymnasium at his side.

“Hey, Hansol!” Seungkwan and Chan immediately called out. They were both more of the prep type, so they wore simple sweaters and khakis with brown Oxfords to match. Or they would have been, if their shoes didn’t line the walls along with all the others. You and Hansol stepped out of your shoes and walked across the polished wood-plank court to greet them.

“Hey, you two,” you smiled, waving at Seungkwan and hugging Chan. Hansol side-eyed Chan but said nothing. “How are you?”

“Just waitin’ for this thing to get started,” Seungkwan groaned, reclining against the painted brick wall. Chan nodded in agreement, popping the gum in his mouth.

“Where are your dates?” You inquired, spinning around to scan the room.

“Probably swarming around Seungcheol and Jeonghan,” Hansol interjected, receiving a punch in the shoulder from Chan. Sure enough, Seungcheol and Jeonghan were in a corner surrounded by ten or so girls.

“No matter,” you reassured them. “We’re all just here for a good time, right?”

All of a sudden, Elvis’ “Jailhouse Rock” came blasting out of the standing speakers. The huge room erupted in cheers, with guys scrambling to sweep up their partners. Hansol led you close to the middle of the crowd, holding both your hands firmly and swinging along with you in circles. Your laughs were drowned out by the music and all you could focus on was Hansol’s row of white teeth. He pulled you closer so you could hear him: “You’re good!”

“You have no idea how many times I’ve done this by myself in my room,” you admitted, and you were glad to see him laughing at your embarrassing confession. You shook with mirth when Hansol picked you up and spun you around, much to the excitement of Seokmin, who was dancing near you. 

“’Atta boy, Hansol!”

Hansol’s usually reserved personality melted away while he kicked around with you. The music switched to Dean Martin, then Ella Fitzgerald, then Buddy Holly before the two of you were so tired that you had to step aside for a bit.

“You glad you came?” Hansol cocked a brow at you as he handed you a cup of lemonade.

“It’s so much fun. Thanks for forcing me to come,” you winked at him. He nodded happily before swiping his thumb along your chin.

“Lipstick,” he explained, showing you the pink on the pad of his thumb.

“Th-Thanks,” you stammered, casting your eyes to the floor. 

“Y/N!” You heard a familiar voice call out to you. You turned to find Seungcheol jogging up to you, a glossy comb spinning through his fingers. His hair was pressed to the sides of his head with ungodly amounts of gel and the rest was piled on the top and swooped back. He had a jacket similar to Hansol’s, but his was obviously scuffed.

“Hi, Cheol,” you said. “Aren’t you a sight?”

“Not nearly as much as you!” He teased. “Can I borrow her, Hansol?”

Hansol peered at his friend over the brim of his cup before looking to you. You shrugged. “Go ahead.”

Seungcheol pulled you over to next to Jeonghan and shuffled along with you to Glenn Miller’s “In the Mood.” You looked over you shoulder to find Hansol chatting with Seungkwan again, your discarded cup on the table next to him.

“That is one unhappy boy,” Seungcheol remarked to you over the music. 

“What? Why?”

“Oh, you are one square girl!” Seungcheol cackled, twirling you around. “Hansol has had eyes for you for goodness knows how long. Put the poor boy out of his misery, Y/N.”

“You’re kidding!”

“Not in the least bit. Elizabeth and Mary-Tom were just distractions.” He got closer and wiggled his brows. “You’re the real prize, doll!”

The song ended and you smiled to Seungcheol before taking your leave. He went off to prey on another unsuspecting girl while you made your way back to Hansol.

“It’s getting late,” he told you, pulling back his sleeve to look at his watch. “You wanna head home?”

“Sadly, I think that’s a good idea.” You waved to Seungkwan, Chan already having gone off with another girl. “I think Patricia was looking for you, Seungkwan!” He disappeared immediately.

The brisk night air fanned over your burning cheeks as Hansol held the gym doors open for you. You thanked him and took his warm arm again to head back to the car. 

“Thanks for coming along, Y/N,” Hansol said. His thumb stroked your sleeve. You glanced up at his face to see a soft gaze and the faintest of smiles. Beneath all the leather and car paint-jobs, he was nervous and grinned like mad when he thought you weren’t looking.

“Not a problem,” you repeated what he had said earlier. “You’re a fantastic dancer. You should go to the studio club on Graham Street with Chan sometime.”

“Only if you went with me!” He shook his head. You waited as he opened the door for you and walked over to his own side.

The drive home was pleasant and helped cool you off. Hansol sang along to The Penguins’ “Earth Angel” in a bass tone that made you laugh until your sides hurt. “Wow, and you can sing too.”

He parked two streets over from your house. You watched him turn off the ignition and the headlights fade over the blacktop.

“I hope that was better than some chemistry textbook for you.”

You unbuckled yourself so you could slide to the middle of the adjoined seat and into his side. You could see the way his cheeks burned even in the pale moonlight on the deserted street.

“Of course.” With that, you pressed your palm to the side of his neck, your thumb resting on the soft spot behind his ear, and kissed him gently. He was obviously surprised, but quickly reciprocated, pulling you closer with his left arm while the other encircled your shoulders. You could taste the tangy lemonade and smell his musky cologne. Time escaped you and the both of you only pulled apart when you were aching for air.


He stopped when you reached up to wipe at the right side of his mouth. “Lipstick!”

Smiles broke out on both of your faces before Hansol helped you out of the car and walked you up the street. “Phone me when you get home, earth angel.”

You practically ran home, the warmth in your chest and the tingling of your lips seeming to spread through your whole body. The light on your front porch was visible from down the street, and you skipped up to the door, praying your parents were already upstairs.

Luckily, the house was silent save the television murmuring The Tonight Show. You waited for about ten minutes, pacing about the living room, before spinning around the numbers on the rotary phone.

Hansol answered after just two rings. “Y/N, we going steady or what?”

Fanfiction - Fairplay (College AU)


“And the teams are out on the field, looking decided - and pretty scary if you ask me! Jamie “King of Men” Fraser leading Oxford and Tom Christie commanding the Edinburgh fellows!” The speaker roared, as the stands applauded and cheered, a jungle of whistles and shouts of incentive. “You can tell the rivalry is strong in this one - the winning team today will definitely be the front runner heading to the Championships next month!”

“Jamie looks focused.” Ian commented next to Claire, clapping as the Oxford team players were announced by the speaker. “And Christie looks like gloom and doom – I bet he isna up to anything good.”

“I’m sure our team will handle it.” Claire replied, adjusting her sunglasses – the sun was out that morning, apparently eager to pay testimony to a much anticipated rugby game. As Jamie’s name was called and he briefly waved at the crowd, screams and chanting enhanced tenfold, as if the volume switch had been turned to maximum. “Is that the new player?” She asked curious, noticing the young man sitting on the bench, his blonde hair glowing like a marigold in the sunlight.

“Aye.” Ian smiled. “John Grey was the one drafted – too bad there wasna enough time for him to become better acquainted with the team. Our current scrum half is rubbish and John seems to be a great player.”

“What a shame!” Claire agreed. Jamie and Tom approached the centre of the field to shake hands, a duel of crushing grips, their eyes locking with unspoken promises of a ruthless game.

The Edinburgh team kicked off with brutal intensity, taking the lead with an early drop goal. Tom Christie was indeed a good player, Claire had to recognize – he seemed to make the rest of his colleagues better just by interacting with them, pushing them to their limits – a lot like Jamie did.

“It seems like Fraser was just warming up!” The speaker pointed with excitement in his voice. “He is leading the team to a try – the Edinburgh boys will need to catch a ride with a motorcycle to be able to get to him!” And soon enough Jamie grounded the ball over the opponent’s goal line, awakening huge clamours from the cheering crowd.

The next few minutes were hectic, with both teams achieving scoring points – they were fairly equated, both having some weaknesses and a couple of extraordinary players. The game became rougher, with a couple of ugly tackles taking place, the nastier one inflicted by Christie on Jamie. Claire’s heart tightened when she saw him projected in the air – echoes of the game with Northumbria and his head injury racing through her mind – but he promptly got up and raised a thumb to ease the mind of the howling crowd. They reached the halftime with Edinburgh on the lead, having been awarded a penalty point after an infringement from Oxford’s scrum half.

“I canna believe we might lose this!” Ian clenched his teeth, looking thoroughly annoyed. “I canna stand the idea of Tom Christie prancing about our campus, gloating after their victory!”

“It’s not over yet.” She said in a cheerful tone, looking as Jamie talked and gesticulated with the coach. He seemed irritated with something and kept throwing evaluating looks at their scrum half and then at John Grey. “I think we might be in for a surprise.”

When the halftime was over, the substitution was made – clearly a joint decision from Jamie and the coach - and John Grey entered the field for the first time wearing Oxford’s colours, looking pale but decided.

As soon as they made the formation, Grey threw the ball into it and moved as lightening to the hindmost foot of the scrum, neatly picking up the ball and passing it - like a guided missile - to the hands of Oxford’s fly half, the captain himself, Jamie Fraser. With the proceeding game, it became quite clear that Grey was not only an outstanding player – with a knack for impossible passes and agile as a gazelle in avoiding Christie’s tackles -, but also that he and Jamie were meant to play together. They seemed to predict each other’s moves with easiness and stormed the field like dancers in a physical duet, battering the Edinburgh team’s lines and inspiring the rest of Oxford’s players. A short stretch of time was enough for them to recover from the disadvantage at the score board, sealed with a mind-blowing drop goal that made the fans go crazy.

Chanting propagated like a tribal calling in the stands, encouraging both Jamie and John, which by then had already earned the right of a nom de guerre – John “The Lord” Grey.

When the referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the game, a joyful wave of blue crashed on the grass, as Oxford’s players ran and jumped on top of Jamie and John – the solid foundation of a victorious human pyramid. Claire looked around, grinning as Ian fist bumped the air – her heart overflowing with pride, noticing the gigantic smiles all around her. Jamie was hugging an incredulous John, complimenting him on his achievements – the promise of a legendary friendship being born on a cloudless day.


“You’re late.” Claire announced, as Jamie arrived half running, his hair flaming on the light of dusk - as if the sun was setting inside him.

“I’m sorry, mo nighean donn.” He kissed her forehead in apology, as she pursued her lips and began the task of fixing the collar of his shirt. “I went for a run with John and lost track of time discussing some tactics.”

“That’s alright.” She sighed, bumping his nose. “Ian called to say he’ll be meeting us there. Is John coming too?”

“Aye.” Jamie caught her hand and entwined their fingers, as they began to walk together. It was the college’s anniversary – a big milestone, even for such an ancient institution – and a fancy party was taking place in the Main Hall, where lots of prominent students and alumnae would be gathered to celebrate. “He went to his dorm to shower and will meet us there.”

“You quite like him, don’t you?” Claire asked, caressing the back of his hand with her thumb. “You two became quite close in this last month – always training together and talking.”

“John is a kind, good-hearted, man.” Jamie agreed. “Talking to him always seems easy and uncomplicated – a lot like talking to you, actually.” He smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching. “And we’re much stronger as a team since he came on board. We might actually have a chance at the Championships.”

“Should I be jealous?” She elbowed him, playfully, in a mock pretence of grievance. “You have been spending more time with him than me, that’s for sure.”

“John Grey might be an interesting lad and a good friend.” He let go of her hand and held her by the waist, the tip of his fingers brushing the curve of her buttock, hidden under the emerald green fabric of her cocktail dress. “But he doesna have an arse like yers, Sassenach. You will always be number one in my book, especially when ye wear such a nice dress – A Dhia, I can feel ye underneath it. Do we really have to go anywhere at all?”

“Always making me feel special.” Claire replied dramatically, offering him a light peck on the lips – careful not to smudge her discrete lipstick – and then a possessive squeeze of his own hardened and well-shaped derrière. “Enough time for me to wear your shirt later.”

The vast room was already filled with people, wearing unusually elegant garments – girls with dresses of vivid colours, forming a spontaneous bouquet against the blooming light of chandeliers and sparkling glasses – luring men in their suits with promises of hidden secrets. Jazz music played in the background, setting the rhythm to conversations and filling the gaps of silence in some awkward exchanges.

Claire and Jamie smiled to a couple of acquaintances and waved to some colleagues, as they made their way into the heart of the party. They were standing close together, talking about Claire’s classes, when a male voice imposed over their conversation.

“Claire?” Frank Randall smiled at her, his brows furrowing when he glanced at Jamie from the corner of his eye. “It’s good to see you.”

“Hello, Frank.” She greeted him, turning around. “It’s nice to see you too.”

“Fraser.” Frank acknowledge Jamie with a small nod of his head, his thin lips forming a weak attempt at a pleasant smile. “Congratulations on that fantastic game with Edinburgh last month. Very well played.”

“Thank ye, Professor Randall.” Jamie gave him a relaxed smile and turned to Claire. “Mo nighean donn, I think I’ll go and say hello to Ian and John. I’ll see ye in a bit.” He kissed her cheek and squeezed her fingers in goodbye, offering her strength – reassuring her of his trust and love – and walked away, towering over the crowd.

“I was wondering…” Frank hawked, his fingers fidgeting with the glass of champagne he was holding. “If we could talk.”

“We are already talking, I daresay.” Claire pointed, accepting a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, offered by a passing waiter. “What is it, Frank?”

“Ah – yes.” He licked his lips, quickly looking around them, scanning for anyone within earshot. ““It has become my understanding that you and James Fraser are dating.” He said in a hurry, as if he was running away from his own words. “Is it serious?”

“I don’t see how that would be any of your business.” Claire replied in a dry tone, raising a brow. “We haven’t been together in a long time, Frank. But yes - everybody knows Jamie is my – very serious - boyfriend. It’s not exactly a secret.”

“I see.” He swallowed hard, avoiding her piercing amber eyes, and glancing at her silver ring. “I thought maybe it was a fleeting dalliance. I believed you fancied someone more refined – more polished.”

“Is that what you are?” Claire asked gently, anger and resentment completely absent from her words. “Because I was under the impression things didn’t work out between us – and not by any fault of mine, Frank. If only you had been happy sleeping with one student at a time, perhaps we would be together until this day.”

“I deserve that.” Frank pinched his nose with his skinny fingers. “I was terribly foolish to hurt you, Claire. You are, by far, the most singular woman I ever met.”

“I’m happy you did.” She said softly, looking intently at him. “I only met Jamie because of it – and everything that led me to him has my deepest gratitude.”

“I was under the impression you still had some…feelings for me.” He whispered in a strained voice. “You are always so charming and pleasant every time we meet and have a conversation.”

“I’m over you, Frank.” Claire affirmed, trying to infuse some kindness into the situation, but getting increasingly more uncomfortable. “That’s why I’m nice when we talk. I don’t have any repressed feelings – no secret expectations of you wanting me back. You were important to me, once – I offer you the respect that position deserves. Nothing less – nothing more.”

“I have seen how you look at him. The pride and joy in your eyes.” Frank bit his words. “Did you ever love me?”

“I did.” She whispered, softly. “But not like that – not how I love him.”

“He knows about us, doesn’t he?” He brushed his short dark hair. “And yet he left you with me. Maybe he doesn’t care all that much.”

“What we have has no room for mistrust or lies.” She smiled, distracted, her eyes already searching for Jamie amongst the crowd. “He left because he respects me. Because he trusts me – us - with all his heart.”

“I wish you happiness, Claire.” Frank finally turned away, hiding the pain in his eyes.

“Be happy too, Frank.” She tilted her head. “As I am.”


Claire searched for Jamie inside the room – spending quite some time in pushing through the animated crowd and stopping to exchange pleasantries with teachers from the medical department, some already quite inebriated. He was nowhere within sight, so Claire decided to search for him outside.

When the big oak doors caved under the pressure of her hands, she was saluted by the night’s cold breeze, the taste of oranges and jasmine on the back of her throat. It seemed like the party had extended beyond the premises of the Hall - students were scattered in the lawn in front of the building, laughing and talking in small groups.

She spotted Jamie – looking magnificent in his grey suit pants and light blue shirt - talking to John – clad in black and grey - under the shadows of a cypress. They were tall and beautiful, like legends of days long forgotten, best friends in times of peace and warriors when the occasion called for such actions. John was talking rapidly to Jamie, who seemed to be entirely amused by whatever was being said. Eventually he whispered back to John and they both laughed together.

Claire could tell the moment Jamie had spotted her – even at distance his eyes seemed to soften and the corners of his mouth were pushed on an eager smile. He patted John’s back in farewell and started to walk towards her.

For an instant she could see John Grey, left behind as Jamie made his way to her, and a shiver shot through her spine. It was like looking into a strange mirror - his eyes betrayed exactly the same desire and adoration that could be found within her own.



A/N: I’m finally back with Part 2! Thank you everyone, for the positive feedback for part one! I’m glad all of you are enjoying this series so far. As of now, I’ve added Taeyeon in as well, hopefully she’ll spice things up as well ;) remember to leave feedback after reading, much love! Happy reading x

Genre: Dystopian/Action/Smut in later parts

Word Count: 10,103

Soundtrack: Yellow Flicker Beat // Lorde

Synopsis: In the land of Exotica, thirteen kingdoms reign. Thirteen different types of bestowed powers, thirteen different types of abilities, thirteen different types of gifts. In this world, everybody is bestowed with only one ability. So what happens when The Chosen One is discovered to possess all thirteen powers at once?

Originally posted by quinseokdo

Part 1 | PART 2

‘Your words cut deeper than any one your knives, Your Highness’.

My heart is still racing by the time I speed-walk over the boundary and back into the territory of the Peace Kingdoms, perspiration forming at the nape of my neck and causing my ruffled silver hair to stick to me like a second skin. I can still feel the raging heat of Jongdae’s lightning creeping beneath my skin, the hairs on my arms standing on end.

Never before have I indulged in a full-on battle with the people of the Bloodbath Kingdoms. The fact that I went in without proper backup and still managed to thrash two of them sends chills down my rigid spine; what if I wasn’t powerful enough? What if I couldn’t handle them? What if they actually tore me to shreds in the exact way the nobles mentioned? If I were less weak, less knowledgeable about my ability, I could be dead by now.

Keep reading

Ideal (Chicago P.D.)

Title: Ideal

Fandom: Chicago P.D.

Rating: T/PG-13

Author’s Note: I probably watched one too many romantic dramas this weekend, but I was trying to make myself feel better after the announcement about Sophia’s departure. To me, the best case scenario we can hope for after 4x23 (and given Sophia may be coming back for a few episodes in S5) is a follow-up to Erin and Jay’s conversation in 4x21 about ideal living situations so this is what I came up with.

She will never get used to the hustle and bustle of this city - the constant honking of car horns, the way people push past each other on crowded sidewalks without the apology that comes with Midwestern nicety, the thin crust pizza being hawked by the slice at the same cart selling skinny hot dogs that don’t deserve to be called sausage or bratwurst, the turf wars among precincts over which borough they serve, or the tunnel vision the highrises create making it is impossible to see city landmarks.

That last change was - is - probably the hardest to adapt to because it used to be she walk down the back steps of the District or swing by Firehouse 51 or chase down a suspect and be able to see Sears Tower standing up straight. Offering orientation as she floored the 300 or the Sierra or as she hopped over a fence in a foot chase. Now? Now she orients herself by the number of blocks to the FBI’s headquarters, by the coffee shops and hole in the way restaurants that Lieutenant Benson pointed out to her the night she arrived in New York City with Hank’s admonishment not to look back still ringing in her ears.

Advice Hank himself hadn’t followed given that Benson was waiting for her at baggage claim, that the first person she saw upon arrival was someone from her past. It had been Benson who helped her find a place - one that was smaller than her condo in Chicago and without the floor to ceiling windows or the fireplace, but in a neighborhood that didn’t feel quite so sterile or gentrified as the place the FBI set her up with. It had been Benson who took her out to the coffee shop around the corner from her new apartment and offered her a position in her own unit. Offered to open up doors for her at the NYPD that would let her out of a life spent in starched, white blouses and pantsuits.

But she had to pass, had to take Hank’s advice that she not look back because she couldn’t imagine facing the kind of monsters like Yates every single day. Couldn’t handle the mental mindfuck that would come every time a woman was brutalized that way Nadia had been. And she had to keep the deal she made five months ago. Five months, eleven days, and six hours ago.

So much for not looking back.

Keep reading

Happy N7 day!

Mass Effect means a lot of things to me. I rediscovered my passion for writing with it. I met some marvellous human beings thanks to this fandom. I keep discovering new things about how the rest of the fans see my favourite games. 

As I can’t say enough THANKS to Bioware for making the game, and for the good side of the fandom, the ones who keep it alive and kicking, bringing new art, fics, gifs, screenshots, videos, playlist… THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I wanted to write something for this special day, and this little fic popped in my brain ^^ is a bit sad but with a happy ending ;)

Sunlight bathed the yard on the Villa. The crowded space is filled to the brim with recruits, families and press. The first batch of the new N recruits is ready to graduate and get their new ranges, and Alliance wanted to make the party as big as possible.

Hackett has chosen the day wisely. Ten years ago, the war against the Reapers ended with the sacrifice of many, and he wanted to remember every single soul during that celebration.

The heavens seem to be in the mood to celebrate with them because as soon as the high-rank officers begin to climb the stairs of the atrium installed on one side of the yard, the clouds opened, bright sun shining over them. Hackett walks in front of them, walking with long strides until he reaches the dais, the white sheet covering the statue beside him catching his attention while the rest of the group moved behind him. The recruits had been in parade the full time, waiting for their superiors to talk. For the first time since its foundation, the Villa has been the home of the various races of the Milky Way. After the Reapers invasion and the combined efforts to repel them, they discovered that they are even more powerful together. The Citadel will never be again what it was, and after the role played by humanity in the salvation of the whole Galaxy, they have decided to establish the Command Center of the new Allied Federation. And of course, being Hackett who he was, he suggested unifying the special task forces of each race in a single unit. Strangely, they have accepted the idea, and four years after the cataclysm that destroyed the relays, the first group of recruits arrived at the Villa.

Kaidan’s voice distracts him from his thoughts, returning him to the present and the hundreds of eyes looking at him, expectant. “Admiral, whenever you want.”

With a nod, he steps behind the dais, connecting the speaker system. “Today, I stand in front of the best this galaxy has to offer. You are the best warriors, engineers, biotics and pilots. You were destined to be more than you were, and here you are, the first graduates of the N School of Special Units and Tactical Forces.” Some of the families congregated on the terraces around the yard exploded in cheering and claps for some seconds, but it ended as quickly as it has begun. “You will have the honour of wear the same insignia as the heroes of the war. You will write your name beside the ones who gave their lives to save all of us, to give us a future to live.” His hand reaches for the covered statue beside him, grabbing the sheet in his fist. “You will wear the insignia of the thousand soldiers who died during the Reaper war, on Earth, on Thessia, on Palaven, on Tuchanka—" His voice breaks a bit when he looks up, to the shining star over his heads that is the empty hulk of the Citadel. “You will wear proudly the same colours and rank than Major Coats, Admiral Anderson,  Commander Shepard.” Nothing but the sheet flapping in the wind breaks the silence. “You will join the ranks of the best of the best. Soldiers!” The full assembly stands in parade, saluting him, even the high-rank officers on his back and the retired soldiers among the families. With a hard pull of his arm, the sheet falls, uncovering a silver statue of the mighty Commander, no helmet on her head, long locks flying back in the wind. A reproduction of the Normandy at her back landing off, a sniper rifle leaning on her hip while she smiles to the crowd. Even Hackett, having been there when they designed, created and installed the statue, feels a clutch of pain and regret around his heart. Returning his attention to the crowd, he returns the salute. “You will wear her colours, her rank. Our Commander, Jane Erin Shepard, who was, in the words of a beloved friend, ‘bigger than life and much more than we deserved’. Soldiers, the time has come to show the universe that her greatness was not a singularity. Rise and shine, serve with honour, make her proud!”

Keep reading

Haikyuu!! Characters when they Lose their Kids in the Store
  • Hinata: Freaks out and runs around the store screaming their name and stopping everyone to ask if they've seen his baby.
  • Kageyama: Panics if he doesn't see his kid in five seconds. Wanders around the store until an employee asks if he needs help and he mumbles that he lost his kid.
  • Suga: Waits at their designated meeting spot with some ice cream.
  • Daichi: Heads to the toy aisle and finds his kid staring at a huge teddy bear. He buys it for them.
  • Tsukishima: Finds his kid in the dinosaur aisle.
  • Yamaguchi: Arrives at the front desk at the same time as his kid.
  • Asahi: Becomes very worried, and shyly approaches an employee to ask for help.
  • Nishinoya: Loudly shouts his kid's name. The kid yells back from across the store.
  • Kuroo: Tries to remain calm, and walks quickly down every single aisle until he finds them.
  • Kenma: Gets himself lost and his kid goes to the front to call his name on the speakers.
  • Lev: Finds them pretty quickly cause he's tall.
  • Morisuke: Buys a box of cookies and sees his kid come barreling down the aisle.
  • Oikawa: Freaks out and calls Iwa-chan because "his beautiful angel" is missing.
  • Iwaizumi: Buckles his kid into the shopping cart so the kid wont get lost.
  • Akaashi: Heads to the front desk to ask them to call his kid's name over the speakers.
  • Bokuto: Stands on the counter and yells his kids name until an employee asks him to get down.
  • Ushijima: Calmly retraces his steps and finds his child standing right where he left them.
Inappropriate Workplace Behaviour

Paring: Spock/Reader

Tags: female reader, racism, xenophobia, angst with a happy ending, fluff.

Summary: Reader and Spock make a fantastic couple, a match made in the stars. Unfortunately, the rest of the USS Enterprise finds faults with them by simply being different species.

Word Count: 1,127

Posting Date:  2016-10-01

Current Date: 2017-05-26

Originally posted by jimkirks-rippedshirts

Keep reading

Political Animals-Part 3

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Sam Winchester always followed the rules. It stemmed from growing up with a policeman and former Marine for a father. Sam was neat, organized, precise and always on time. He excelled in school and knew at a young age that he wanted to be a lawyer. His perfect grades and stellar test scores practically guaranteed a free ride to an ivy league school.

Then two things happened that altered the course of his life forever: he presented as an Alpha and his mother was killed in a car crash. Sam went wild with grief.  By this time his father was the police commissioner of New York City, and his brother Dean was training to become a mechanic.

Fueled by rage and hormones, he worked his way through most of the unmated Omegas in the city. It was only when he met a pretty blond Omega named Jessica Moore did he finally find peace.

They dated for several years, and Sam eventually did become a lawyer, but the relationship ran its course over time. Sam and Jess parted as friends and he threw himself into his work. Fifteen hour days became commonplace.

Dean’s girlfriend Jo Harvelle made it her mission to find him a mate but so far she hadn’t succeeded. Sam doubted she ever would. He began to think he was meant to be alone.

Keep reading

angelic self care, according to sari pt 4 ✨

- make yourself a rose sugar scrub (can post a recipe if y'all want!)
- lay in bed with the windows open, feel the breeze caress your skin
- be more open! (note, this doesn’t have to mean physical affection or anything. you do you, friend)
- wear something that makes you feel angelic
- if you’re into makeup, gold or rainbow/opalescent colors for the aesthetic™
- making yourself a cup of tea and enjoying it in silence
- working to become a better listener, for those who need a caring ear
- working to become a better speaker, to stand up for what you care about
- learning to let yourself be soft
- learning to let yourself be bold
- listening to classical music and various hymns and chants can really help calm the mind
- stargazing on clear nights to broaden your love and knowledge of what lays beyond this earth
- taking nature walks to appreciate what is on this earth
- nurturing your own talents and skills
- slowly but surely embracing yourself

It’s a Party in the USA

A Fourth of July AU written for CS AU week day 1: Holiday AU. America vs. Great Britain antics ensue.

The rivalry started when Killian first moved in three years ago. It was less than a week from the Fourth of July and he made an offhand comment about how he hoped she wasn’t as “into” the holiday as his buddy David.

Emma wasn’t. At least, not yet.

At the age of 15, it was the first holiday she celebrated with the Nolan family, her first taste of how all out the family went for holidays. Being the wholesome, all-American family they were and living in one of the thirteen original colonies no less, Independence Day was the holiday they did with the biggest bang. Mr. and Mrs. Nolan invited all of their close friends and the entire block to their patriotic, backyard BBQ extravaganza—red, white and blue decorations galore, meat from every American animal imaginable, all sorts of water activities, a bounce house and face paint for the youngsters, and fireworks, so many fireworks.

It was all a little overwhelming at first, the extravagance and grandeur, but it soon became something she looked forward to. For that reason, it became her favorite holiday. But she didn’t make a big deal about it. She didn’t put on as much fanfare as her adoptive family. She mostly just showed up and enjoyed the festivities.

That was until Killian Jones opened his fat mouth.

Keep reading

ishipsuper  asked:

Supercat. AU where Kara and Cat meet because of Carter trick or treating in a new neighborhood??

“Mom, please!” Carter hangs on her elbow, tugging for emphasis. His eyes are wide and pleading, somewhat her childhood dog did while asking for scraps at the dinner table. Whenever her mother wasn’t looking, she’d slip him a piece of bread. Now, faced with Carter’s brand of puppy-dog-pout, she feels the same old inability to say no overwhelming her.

“You’ll have nightmares.”

He shrugs. “So?”

“So, you want to sleep in my bed when you do, and you’re getting too big.”

“Get a bigger bed,” he replies, a hint of a smirk tugging on his lips. “I don’t understand why you have such a small one.”

She doesn’t tell him that the extra space gives her anxiety; instead she tweaks his cheek. “We didn’t always have money, sweetheart. It’s nice to have a reminder of how far we’ve come.”

“Come on.” He’s whining, which she definitely should not encourage. She ought to say no.

Keep reading

The notoriously difficult phonology of the Polish language has always caused much trouble and confusion for neighbouring nations. But what are the absolute hardest words?

Germans look at Polish and see incomprehensible series of consonants. While to the east, Polish sounds so strange to Russians that they even have a verb for Poles speaking their language: pshekat. To top it off, Czechs think Poles sound like Czech children with a speech defect.

The most troublesome feature of Polish orthography is what linguists call complex consonant clusters ‒  series of consonants without any vowels. They occur in many languages, including English; for example, in the word ‘shrug’ the letters shr form a consonant cluster. But while English usually draws the line at three consonants, Polish sometimes joins as many as five consonants, a phenomenon called the Polish syllable structure, which is allegedly surpassed only by Georgian in terms of complexity.

Here are some outstandingly difficult examples of this damning syllable structure for you to have a crack at. Good luck!

1. Żółć

This word is comprised purely of Polish letters ‒ Latin letters that were modified with Polish diacritic signs. In terms of pronunciation, English-speakers still stand a chance, but they would need to know the sound every letter stands for… (Incidentally, this all-Polish word means ‘bile’. Could the choleric Polish temperament result from their impossible language?)

2. Szczęście

If you think happiness is hard to find, try pronouncing it in Polish! The Polish word for ‘happiness’ consists of a sequence of two Polish digraphs (sz, cz), a nasal e sound, the Polish diacritic ś, another digraph (ci), and a final e (which is probably the only sound you’ll be able to pronounce on your first go).

3. Pszczyna

With a name like this, this town in Southern Poland certainly stands out on the map. But despite looking rather daunting, Pszczyna features only three consonants one after the other (the digraphs sz and cz stand for one sound each). But we’re just getting started in terms of difficulty…

4. Następstw

The final letter sequence in the Polish word for ‘consequence’ features a headache-inducing cluster of four consonants, but don’t worry. You’re not likely to encounter ‘następstw’ too often since it is the genitive plural (and thus not infrequently used) form of the word ‘następstwo’. What’s genitive plural, you ask? In Polish, words like adjectives and nouns have six or seven versions depending on their grammatical function in a sentence. But never mind that now.

5. Źdźbło

We’re sorry. We know ‘źdźbło’ looks really awful. But no worries, it’s actually only four sounds, not five: Ź, DŹ, B, Ł. Surely, that’s slightly helpful news? Either way, this terribly difficult word means ‘a tiny leaf of grass’.  

6. Bezwzględny

Here we have five consonants AND five sounds to be pronounced. Fittingly, it means ‘ruthless’.

7. Szymankowszczyzna

Now that you’re an expert, the name of this small village shouldn’t pose too much difficulty (the longest consonant cluster is a mere three consonants long). You will be reassured to learn that it is one the longest place names in Poland and most places you’ll visit are actually easier to pronounce.

8. Szczebrzeszyn

Another town, Szczebrzeszyn is famous for being the beginning of the most famous Polish tongue-twister. Ready?

W Szczebrzeszynie chrząszcz brzmi w trzcinie

It means ‘In Szczebrzeszyn, a beetle buzzes in the reed’. No? Try again!

9. Grzegorz Brzęczyszczykiewicz :)

This name appears in the cult Polish movie How I Unleashed World War II when a Polish prisoner pretends to be thus named in order to thwart the Nazi officer who has to keep track of prisoners’ identities. His reaction is probably illustrative of most foreigners’ frustration with the devilish Polish phonology.

BONUS: Try putting them all together! Apologies in advance..

The ruthless Grzegorz Brzęczyszczykiewicz went from Szczebrzeszyn to Szymankowszczyzna and then Pszczyna. And though he was sometimes overwhelmed with bile, oblivious of the consequences, he eventually found happiness in a tiny leaf of grass.


Bezwzględny Grzegorz Brzęczyszczykiewicz wyruszył ze Szczebrzeszyna przez Szymankowszczyznę do Pszczyny. I choć nieraz zalewała go żółć, niepomny następstw znalazł ostatecznie szczęście w źdźble trawy.


Getting Together Masterlist (2)

21 by thecruciblegavemeyou 

itd been years since i defeated the humdrum, since i left watford, and since i moved in with penny. most importantly, itd been years since id had to deal with baz.

i was finally about to turn 21, and i cant wait to see who’s body i wake up in.

AU in which Simon is an idiot by snowkatze

Simon doesn’t spend his christmas with Baz, but with Agatha. Here is what happens when they reunite.

how to hold a memory by rosebudbasilton 

One last thing, before the slate is wiped clean. One last memory of Simon Salisbury.

Opposite Day by bazyounumpty

I’m a mess by the time I reach the room. My knuckles are bleeding from the walls I’ve been grazing them along, and my hair raw and dry from the amount of times I’ve raked a hand through it. I don’t even want to think about my face. I haven’t cried, but it wouldn’t take an idiot to see that I’ve worked myself into a state.

Sign Your Name Across My Heart by arituzz 

The name of your soulmate will appear on your chest the day you turn eighteen. Simon is taken aback when he sees his. Baz doesn’t know whether to feel hope or drown in his own sorrow.

Slipped And Fell For You by billsydoestuff

The overhead lights buzz with the old 80s music playing in the overhead speakers as I stand at the counter, bored out of my mind. It’s only been a few minutes since the last costumer, but it feels like it has been ages since I’ve seen anyone.

The Curious Incident Concerning Baz Pitch, Simon Snow, and a Bag of Candy Canes by cchasingwords

Take that, Baz thought as he ground his foot into the gas pedal and sped past the black car into the only 2-hour-long parking spot in the lot. He turned around in his seat and looked over his shoulder, just in time to see the driver throw a nasty glare his way. Baz smirked. Sucks for you.

the habits of a heart by admlynch

baz doesn’t believe in love or soulmates but that doesn’t change the fact that he has one

With Any Luck by bazsnowsimonpitch

Baz was better at being discreet when he’s staring across a bar. Simon isnt.

We Can Make It 2

Ughh this is um it people. Part 2 and It has a part 3 coming up. I finally knew how to tag. Yey. So yeah. Thanks for reading this people and hope you guys watch out for more. So yeah. I had deleted the first post and now this is the fourth now.

Tom Holland X Reader

Here it is again.

You sat on the on the floor as you cried. It was harder than you thought. You can’t find a proper job due to incomplete education. You cried and cried you looked at the mirror and your eyes travelled to your stomach.

“ This is all your fault! ” you said as you said over and over and began to throw things at the mirror. You began to thrash around and basically destroying everything. You then grabbed a large shard of glass from the broken mirror.

“ Everything was fine then you came! Its all your fault! Its all-” you trailed off as you caught sight of a photo. It fell from the night stand when you began thrashing around. It was a picture of you and Tom. You missed him so much.

“ Oh Tom. Its so hard. Harder than I thought. I miss you. I need you. ” you cried as you hugged the framed photo. You thought of the baby. You and Tom made this by your love and this was a blessing. This was fruit of your love. A baby is an innocent being that is made to be a gift for two souls to bind them for all eternity.

You let go of the photo and held your stomach.

“ I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Mommy is sorry. I promise you I’ll take care of you. ” you said.

When night came your mom was shocked to see your trashed room and she saw you by the kitchen cooking dinner for you and her. She knew you were struggling. She fixed your room. Picking up every shard of glass and sweeped every broken material.

“ Mom! Dinner’s ready! ” you called as you fixed the table and removed the apron from yourself. You turned to see your mom standing by the kitchen entrance holding a filled up trash bag and his eyes were red like she had been crying.

“ Sweet heart.” she said as you ran to hug her. “ Don’t worry. I’ll stay with you. I’ll help you every step of the way.” she said as she caressed your hair and hugged you tighter than before.

“ Thank you mom.” you said.

You led her to the table and setting the heavy trashbag at one side. Your opened the Television to show the news.

“ Tom Holland is now slowly recovering in what seems to be rehab. He was now able to work on set for the past days.” the news caster said.

It caught your attention and you smiled. ‘You can do it Tom. I know you can make it. You mumbled.

“ Come on Tom! Lets eat out. Everyone is coming.” Harrison said.

“Yeah bro I’ll catch up.” he replied as Harrison left with a nod.

Tom sat inside the make up room as he said to his friends to wait for him outside. He gave out a sigh. Tired from the shoot. He and his cast members were going out to eat. He opened his bag that rested on the chair. He pulled out a familiar f/c scarf. He smiled sadly and pressed it to his nose. Your scent never seem to fade.

“ I made it Y/n. I’ll still wait for you. I know you can make it too. ” he said as he wrapped the scarf around his neck.

Months past you mother handled you to keep the baby safe.

You gave birth to a baby girl name Thalia Stacy Holland. She had Tom’s brown eyes that reminded you of him.

You craddled her in your arms as your mother left to take care the bill. You had a moment with Thalia.

“Oh sweetheart. I wish you father could have seen you. Don’t worry, be happy for daddy. I’ll take care of you. I’ll Love you. Its just you and me now.” you said as you rested your forehead on Thalia making her giggle.

After giving birth, thanks to your mom’s help you got to balance your work, school and daughter. You got to enter Harvard. The school had taken consideration and helped you get through school. You still maintained humble and did all what is suppose to do.

“ You have now filed the claim. And now can someone tell me, what is next?” professor Anastacia, your teacher at your class asked. You were busy typing out your Essay to pass it. Your friend Fei was basically is slipping into dreamworld as her eyes were starting to close.

“ Ms. L/n? ” your professor called out.

You looked up. Fei’s eyes shot open and looked at you.

“ don’t you need to have evidence? ” you muttered out.

“Meaning?” your Prof asked further with a look of curiousity to you.

“ Meaning you need reasonable belief that your evidence should have … Like a evidenciary support? ” you continued.

She smiled at you moved on to discuss. You could not help but smile. “ Nice. ” you heard Fei said.

“ And what is Perverse Diminished Capacity? ” your prof asked to the class. You raised your hands along with others. Your prof pointed to you.

“ To negate mens rea.” you answered.

“ That is correct. ”

You were offered to be apart of Ms. Anastacia’s internship. Where in you won your first case even though your a student.

“ Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the Graduates of Harvard Law School, class of 2015. ” Professor Anastacia stated as the crowd applauded.

“ I am Personally very honor to introduce our class elected speaker, she had a very hard start here but now she graduates today to Join One of Boston’s prestigious Law Firms. We will see great things from her. Ladies and Gentlemen, Y/n L/n.” she called.

You smiled and stood up. Anastacia greeted you in a embrace. “ I’m so proud of you my dear. ” she whispered as you thanked her and broke away from the hug and smiled at her and walked to the speaker stand.

“ I used to think that I was nothing. I thought that I would fail. I had a child at an early age. Its like a bare the weight of the world. But I was wrong. With the support of her and my mother…” you trailed and met your mother’s eyes and your daughter’s who both had a proud smile.

“ It was because of them and My Passion was the key ingridient in learning and practice of Law … And Life. It take passion, courage of conviction, and strong sense of self that we take our next steps to the world. You must all ways have faith and people and most importantly to always have faith in your self. Congratulations Class of 2015. WE MADE IT!!”

Your fellow classmate made a standing ovation for you as they cheered and applauded.

You Made it Y/n.

@professionalphangirluniverse @marveltomjunkie @everykindofcondiment @lionfart @mylenaart1998 @paigeyisme @fandomhoghere @fab-notfat @adellyhatter-blog

His watchdog (Loki x Reader) Part Three:

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

Note: Description of violence, swearing 

Words: 1170 

I swear on everything that is good I am going to punch those pearly white teeth out of his skull without hesitation. Those damn dreams are getting worse and worse each day that I am forced to watch him and make sure he doesn’t escape. Each night brings us both a step closer to actually doing something more than touching and… no. I growled softly before shaking my head walking down the hallway I knew like the back of my hand now. I stopped in front of the door, knowing that the horrors of those dreams would give to me once I cross the threshold. He’ll be waiting with that stupid smile and greeting me like I’m his friend, and part of me is starting to realize I don’t hate him.

I immediately shut off the argument that was raging on in my head as I stepped into the room taking notice that Loki was actually asleep. My eyes widened softly, because that never happens like ever, he always awake whenever I come in. I ignore that thought before sitting down in the chair with a sigh of annoyance that I heave ever since I started watching him about four weeks ago. I heard shuffling as I look up to see Loki slowly sitting up in his bed as he sighed rubbing his eyes. I suppressed a chuckle noting the messiness of his raven colored hair and the dazed expression he held. “Well good morning.” I said as he looked over to him with a small frown.

“How long have you been here?” Loki asked quirking an eyebrow. “Not even five minutes.” I said with a small shrug. Loki nods softly, he’s not his usual snarky self which actually worries me because he looks distance. “Hey is… is everything okay?” I asked quietly. “You realize you’re asking a murderer if he’s feeling alright.” Loki countered as I rolled my eyes. “Listen here Dick, I was only asking if you were okay. You look… upset I don’t know.” I huff. “I do?” He asked as I nod my head. “Yeah, it’s like the look when you lose someone you care about.” I said looking down as he glances over to me. “You are a lot wiser than you look my dear.” He comments.

“What do you mean?” I asked looking up at him as he runs his fingers through his hair causing the tangles to smooth out into his perfect hair. “Because you are right.” He said crossing his arms. “I was?” I asked as he rolls his eyes. “I’m starting to take that comment back.” He said sarcastically. “Who did you lose?” I asked deciding to change the topic off me. Suddenly he grew silent again, face showing so much emotion it was hard to comprehend it all. “Loki, you don’t–” I started to tell him that he didn’t need to tell me if he was uncomfortable, but he cut me off. “My mother.” He spoke so softly I had almost missed it, but I didn’t and it broke my heart.

“Loki..” I whispered as he looked to me seeing the worry I held on my face, opening my mouth to finish when the alarms started to blare. “What’s going on?” I asked as it rumbled causing me to hit the ground with a thud. “Agent (L/N), we need you up here now.” Fury barked over the speaker as I sighed standing up. “I’ll be back.” I said to Loki who grins. “Take your time.” He waves before I flip him off as I run out the door. There was gunfire as I ran up the steps pointing out the handgun I had been giving in case Loki escape. Lot a good it would do though, he’s a frickin’ God, how would a bullet stop him in any situation.

I was running down a hallway when there was a gunshot that almost hit me before I immediately slid into a crevice. I peeked down the corridor taking notice of the four men that were waiting for me as I cracked my neck. “Alright,” I grinned cocking my gun. “Let’s dance.” I whispered before pulling out as I took out the first two easily. I ducked and dodged the other two before taking them out as I took off down the hallway. “Sir, what’s going on?” I asked into my comm. “One of the prisoners escaped and called his army.” Nick explained before I gasped being slammed into the ground. I looked up to see cat eyes staring back at me. “Agent (L/N) are you alright?” He asked.

My eyes widened as the woman slammed her claws down beside my head cutting into my cheek causing me to hiss before I kicked her away. She hit the wall before landing on her feet as she growled lunging at him, but I got up in the nick of time. Her claws scraped against the ground as it squeaked loudly in my ear as my eyes snapped shut before I covered my ear. I grunted feeling this creature tackle me again as my back slammed into the floor causing me to hiss at the sharp pain. I glared before grabbing her hand when she tried to slash me again when I pushed it back trying to break her wrist. “Get fucked you bitch!” I spat before kneeing her in the stomach.

She stumbled back as I reached for my fallen gun I had dropped when she first tackled me. I cried out feeling her sinking her claws into my leg as I started to kick her in the face to get her off me. She started to literally climb up my leg sinking her claws deeper each time before I turned as my eyes snapped shut. My hands felt cold, like freezing cold and everything around me felt cold when I started to pant before looking up  I felt froze in place as I looked to the cat woman who was actually froze in ice when I looked around to see for Loki. He was a frost Giant, but he was nowhere to be found when Nick and the others came as his eye widened.

“What that hell happened?” He demanded as Phil helped me from underneath the frozen feline when he glared at me for an answer. “I have no idea! I just.. I was fighting with her and then poof she was frozen!” I huffed glaring at Nick before crossing my arms. “Loki is still down in his cell.” Nick asked as I frowned. “I need to talk to him.” I said softly as Nick quirked an eyebrow. “I think he will probably know what happened.” I said before wiping the blood from my cheek as I walked down the hallway, more like limped. “Go to the medical bay first, then talk to Loki.” Nick said. “Yes sir.” I said turning the other way. One question was racing through my mind, How in the hell did I do that? 

Tag List: @aravensdaisies @ninetales144 @saraholdtheh972  @itshatertatertotblog @tillielynn16 @ididntasktogetmadedidi @eliza-hamilton-helpless @archy3001 @helenaisabel @ladydork @vvalkyriee @coffeekeyboardsss

Loki Tag: @this-is-reighlen @deputy-orange-juice @marvelsheroes @txcountrybelle @sarah-fangirls-and-stuff @saradesign4fun @bluev0lk

Permanent Tag: @kanupps06 @lehumbletrashcan @hortonhearsahoeblr @madamrubrum @inselaire @breezy1415 @tremendouslyelegantstrawberry@donttalktomewhenimreading @i-am-a-dragon @abbywro-blog @shayna-winchester @thomashiddlestonloveloki

University!AU Masterlist

Slipped And Fell For You by billsydoestuff

The overhead lights buzz with the old 80s music playing in the overhead speakers as I stand at the counter, bored out of my mind.

Surprise! by jamesxlilyxpotter

It’s Simon’s 19th birthday and Penelope wants to throw him a surprise party. She decides to have Baz take him out for a few drinks to get them out of the way. A truce for one night just before summer, Snow and Baz get to finally know each other after living together for almost a year

Tangled Earbuds by carry-on-kissing-snowbaz

Simon felt tense as he walked into his dorm room. Lately, being around his mean roommate had felt awkward. He found himself wishing he had something to talk to him about or an excuse to get his attention. Simon didn’t fully understand his new feelings towards Baz, but he knew he felt uncomfortable.

Temporary Fix by magicathstewart 

Simon storms through the door, kicking it closed behind him. He throws his bag at his desk where it crashes loudly into the chair, sending it spinning, before falling to the floor, books spilling out everywhere. With a grunt of frustration, Simon throws himself onto his bed and covers his face with a pillow.

Why Me?! by anyberry

I keep chewing on my nails as Penny drives me to my new university.

You’re My Favorite Color by ebbthegoatgirl

The first time I see color, it isn’t a slow bleed like some people say. It isn’t a gradual bloom of green or brown, like some scholars write, when they first touch their soulmate. It doesn’t happen slowly over the course of several minutes.

Slipped and Fell for You

Day 1 of the Carry On countdown via prompts from @carryon-countdown 

Day 1: Coffee Shop AU


The overhead lights buzz with the old 80s music playing in the overhead speakers as I stand at the counter, bored out of my mind. It’s only been a few minutes since the last costumer, but it feels like it has been ages since I’ve seen anyone. My coworker, Agatha, is in the back “stocking.” I know she’s actually cramming for her upcoming geography exam after the break, so I don’t bother her for attention.

About 10 minutes pass before I’m ready to groan up at the ceiling in boredom for the third time today when a costumer walks in. The little bell on the door has my head snapping up and pulling me into character of the happy-go-lucky barista I am meant to portray.

The guy who walks in is unfamiliar, which is surprising this far into the semester. By now, most of the other Uni kids have come through the on-campus Starbucks in serious need of a caffeine boost or a calming tea. He has long black hair that looks extremely soft (seriously, what conditioner does this guy use?) and a sneer that could ward off anyone that dare try to talk to him.

“Hello,” I say cheerily, my voice cracking when he looks at me, sharp grey eyes boring into mine. “What can I get for you?” Mr. Death-glare glances up at the menu bored, then back to me. He looks tired, or maybe he always has bags under his eyes. Some people just look like that. “Coffee, black. Shot of espresso,” he mumbles. His voice is gravelly and low, and a weird feeling blooms in my chest. As scary as he looks, this guy is kind of…hot? I don’t know. Beauty concepts created by our society is weird, so who can really judge what is “hot,” right? Steaming milk is hot, for sure. He’s giving me a funny look and I realize I’m blushing.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

I don’t remember telling him the price or him handing me money, I only remember his fingers slightly brushing against mine as we exchanged currency for goods. He nods and begins to shuffle over to wear the coffee is usually delivered. “Wait,” I say, outreaching a hand in more of a gesture than an actual attempt to grab him, but he seems to flinch anyway. “I need your name – for the coffee, I mean.”

“Oh,” he says, and his sneer softens to more of a tired scowl.  “Basilton,” he says and turns away to go sit and wait for his coffee. Basilton – what a name. I have no idea how to spell it, and I doubt he would be okay with being bothered again, so I just shorten it. No one else comes in while I make his coffee or when I put it out on the counter, but I say his name anyway, wanting to know how it would sound coming out of my mouth. “Basilton,” I say. His head snaps up and he tucks his phone into his jacket pocket.

As he reaches for his coffee, I pull it away, a lame attempt to – well I’m not sure what I’m attempting to do, but I’m doing something. His sneer is back and his eyes seem to go from daggers to swords as he looks up at me. “What,” he spits. “Erm. I- I didn’t know how to spell your name, so I had to shorten it,” I stumble over my words. What was I doing? More importantly, why was I doing it?

His face doesn’t soften like it did before. His brows knit together in angry confusion at me, and I swallow in attempt to get rid of the lump forming in my throat. His eyes flick to the movement of my Adam’s Apple, or is that my mind playing tricks on me? I don’t know and I don’t care. I feel like a nervous wreck and my palms are sweating from the heat of the coffee – at least, that’s what I tell myself.

I scoot the coffee toward him and he glances at it, almost seeming surprised by its presence – like he had forgotten about it.

“E-Enjoy,” I say.

He grunts and swoops the coffee aggressively off the counter, turns, and heads out the door. My heart is racing and I catch myself lingering my gaze on him until he turns a corner and disappears. Agatha comes out from the back, stretching her arms toward the ceiling and looking like death but beautiful as always. Her eyes widen when meeting mine, “Whoa, Simon, are you feeling okay? You’re completely red and look like you’re about to pass out.” She reaches out to touch my forehead but I swat her away. “’M fine,” I say. “Just hot up here, is all.” I make my way to the back and sit down. For some reason, this guy was in my head and wasn’t leaving. I can’t figure out if I like it or hate it.


I feel kind of bad for treating Simon so horrid, but today is not the day to fuck around with Tyrannous Basilton Grimm-Pitch.

Firstly, I had to pull an all-nighter with Niall, the git not being able to understand the simple basics of Psychology.

Secondly, my father thought it would be a grand idea for me to stay at school over the break rather than come home so that I could “focus on my studies,” and he had no problem paying for me to stay. I know the real reason is because he cannot handle having an openly queer son at his event, but it’s not like I mind all too much. I just wish I had the option to stay with my aunt in London instead, but he thought that worse than me attending his event, thinking she may be a bad influence on me. Right, because the only thing worse than a gay son is a gay son with a rebellious attitude toward the government.

And now I think I’ve just offended my crush of over a year by being moody in the worse possible way. Seeing him close and personal with his blue eyes staring at me so kindly made me feel like shit. How dare he be even cuter up close, bronze curls elegantly disheveled and eyes darkened from the shadows. What’s worse is that I’m sure he is straight. I have no chance with him, but it’s nice to fantasize about the boy who sits 4 rows in front of me in Literature Lecture. Well, more like torturous. Not nice. Crowley, I am a fool.

As I round another corner, I remember Snow telling me he had put a nickname on my cup. I force myself to not trip over my own two feet as I look at the horrible hand writing that reads “BAZ” in black sharpie. My heart quickens and I can feel myself blushing. Hearing him say my name aloud felt impersonal, surprisingly, but the nickname scrawled in horrible chicken-scratch feels much, much more personal – almost friendly. Did he want to be friends, or am I reading into it? Then there was the teasing with my coffee earlier. Was that flirting or him being spastic? Honestly, I have seen him around campus enough to notice the random spurts of energy he gets, dragging a very reluctant purple-haired girl with him.

I shake the thought from my head, reminding myself that it was his job to be friendly – hell, he didn’t even know who I was, although I can’t say I blame him. I have always kept to myself in the back of the room, never wanting to alert any sort of attention.

Suddenly, I am no longer walking. Instead, I’m on the ground, boiling-hot coffee spilled all over me and seeping into the cracks of the concrete, edging toward dry leaves scattered about the ground. My arse hurts like hell and I don’t know what happened. I try to stand and realize the ground is more slippery than usual. “Fuck,” I huff. I maneuver myself onto a safer part of the pavement, avoiding the ice and my coffee as best as possible. ‘This makes 4,’ I say to myself, adding onto my list of why my day is absolute shit and why I have every right to be mean. I look back down from where I came, defeated, and start to head back toward the Starbucks.

Maybe Simon will pity me enough to give me a free coffee. Or at least a discount.


The bell rings and I come up front, ready to put on the smiling face everyone expects me to have. It’s harder this time, now that I know who Baz is. Agatha explained to me that he was in our Lit class and came from an extremely high-up government family, but wasn’t going home during the break because his father was embarrassed of him. I can’t imagine why, since he has the highest scoring in our school and literally speaks 5 different languages fluently.

I start to remember seeing him in class, seeing him before everyone else was seated in the room with his nose crammed into a notebook, or in the front arguing with the professor in a hushed tone over the reading material. I don’t know why I had never noticed him before? Maybe he didn’t want to be noticed. Whatever the reason is, I can’t help but to think about how he and I will be one of the few people stuck on campus during break. But I need to stop thinking about him because there’s a costumer and-



This was a bad idea. A horrible, terrible idea. I thought that coming back to the coffee shop would give me the chance to clean up and regain some form of dignity. I had kept my head held high the entire way here and practiced my lines for when I came in. Simon was to say, “Hello.” I was to ask for the toilet, calm and cool, and he was to point in its general direction. Then I would clean up, say my thanks, and leave. I hadn’t even thought to buy another coffee to replace the old one, adrenaline having woken me up.

But that didn’t happen. Instead, Simon is looking at me like I had just walked out of the apocalypse with a massive wound I’m casually ignoring and called me Baz. I felt my breath hitch at the sound of him using the nickname. “What happened? Are you okay?” If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought he was genuinely concerned that I had gotten mugged or something – my coat is covered in a giant coffee stain and my hair is windblown everywhere, so it’s understandable. I tried to say something witty, but his eyes were so full of concern it makes me feel sick.

“Toilet,” is all I manage. He nods hurriedly and jumps – actually jumps – over the counter and starts to show me toward the restroom. As soon as we were in, I thought he would leave. But he proves me wrong and stays with me as I take off my jacket and wrinkle my nose at it. I always knew white wasn’t my color, and this is a sign confirming my thoughts.

I sigh and look up at Simon. His eyes are wide and his cheeks go from pinkish to almost red as I meet his gaze. “Do you mind,” I mutter. He blinks at me and sputters, “Oh. Right, of course. Yeah. Sorry, mate. I’ll just. Yeah. I’llbeouthereifyouneedanything.” His hip hits the sink on his clumsy way out and I hear him mutter a curse under his breathe. “Watch your mouth, we’re at work,” I hear a girl call from outside. The door closes and it’s quiet once more.

I splash water on my face and hold on to the sink, staring into the drain as if my problems could be washed down the drain with the water. But they can’t, obviously. I check my pants to make sure they’re not ruined – they’re not, thank Merlin. I plan to check for bruising back in my room – not here, knowing that Simon is outside my door and could come in any time he wished. I leave the restroom, surprised to find him not there, but instead at the register, humming to the overhead music and doing tricks with the cup as he moves about. As if nothing had happened a few minutes ago.

I attempt to sneak past him, hoping he was preoccupied enough to have forgotten about me. “Hey, Baz!”

Apparently not.

I try to put on my sneer, not wanting to talk about how embarrassing I am to the universe. But the effort to do so diminishes immediately when his eyes meet mine. I feel my face fall as I approach the counter, feeling suddenly drained and tired and in great need of a nap. I look up at him and say nothing, knowing whatever may come out of my mouth may come off as offensive.

“You okay, mate? You really had me worried. I’m assuming your coffee spilled all over you somehow. I’ll make you a new one, don’t worry about it. Black coffee with a shot of espresso, right?” I feel my head spin as he takes off from the counter and goes for the cups to his left. “No,” I try to say, but it come out cracked and weak.

“Did I get it wrong?” he asks, stopping in his tracks and bringing his full attention to me.

“No,” I say again, firmer. “You are correct, I just do not want a coffee anymore.” He blinks at me. Once. Twice. He puts the coffee cup back onto its pile. “Oh. Well, could I at least treat you to a pastry?”

I shake my head.

“Not even a sour cherry scone?”

I look at him suspiciously from where I stand. “Sounds like that’s made up, Snow.” He cracks a smile and laughs a little. His laugh is so amazing; I don’t think I could ever get tired of it. I want to hear it again, but I can’t just tell him that. I realize I called him Snow, his last name. Crisse, I think I fucked up. I never gave away that I know him, right? Crowley, he’s going to think I’m some stalker.

But he’s still laughing and that’s good, right? My mouth tugs a little upwards, but I fight the smile. I don’t want to come off creepy – unless I already have and Simon is only laughing because he’s weirded out by me and fears what I may do to him. He stops and looks at me, eyes flicking down to my mouth and then back up at me.

What does that mean?


He smiles, just a little. It’s so small and brief that I barely catch it. I feel myself uncontrollably smiling wide at him. “Well then, it seems like I owe you a coffee. Perhaps we can get one tomorrow? Or whenever you’re available.” Smooth, Simon. Real smooth.

Baz looks at me, tilting his head in thought, his once windblown hair back to its perfect, soft style. “Will you be here during break?” he asks. I shrug, “Living on campus, but not working since we’re closed. What about you?” I don’t want him to know that I know he’ll be on campus – that would come off as weird.

“Yeah, I’ll be around. Erm… see you then?” he asks, awkwardly waving at me.

“Wait!” I say quickly before picking up a paper cup. I flip it and the marker out of habit and write my number on it. “So we can contact one another,” I say. My heart feels like it’s going to leap out of my chest as he takes the cup out of my hand and examines it. Without a word, he reaches over the counter and grabs a cup and plucks the Sharpie from my hand.

From here, I can tell his handwriting is as beautiful as him. He hands me the cup with elegant numbers scrawled across it and I wrap it in my hands, holding it tightly to my chest.

“I’ll text you,” he says as he reaches for the bar of the door handle blindly, missing the bar twice before finally finding it and stumbling with it as it opened. A giddy laugh escapes me as I look back down at the cup.


Did I just get a date with Simon fucking Snow?