Based off of a post I saw

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“I don’t see why you hate study hall so much,” Alec said thoughtfully, lazily loping down the hall with his best friend Jace. “It’s basically a free period!”

“Maybe for you,” Jace said, wrinkling his nose. “Some people don’t like doing homework.”

Alec rolled his eyes and swung open the door to room 231, admitting Jace inside. “I don’t like doing homework, I just like to get it out of the way before-

Jace stared at him. “Before what?”

He didn’t answer, however, because he was busy staring at the substitute teacher like a total moron. He couldn’t have been much older than the students, with slightly spiked up black hair and golden skin that seemed to sparkle. He was studying a slip of paper resting on his desk with a slightly furrowed brow, tapping an unfamiliar rhythm on his leg. Alec blinked at the gorgeous stranger before turning back to Jace. “U-uh, b-before I get home, obviously.”

“Right,” Jace said with a snort. He shouldered past Alec and slouched to the back of the room, collapsing into an empty seat in the back. The two of them were, for once, the first ones in the classroom. Suddenly the substitute looked up, giving Alec a friendly but distant smile.

“Hello,” he purred in a deep voice. “I”m your substitute, Mr. Bane. I think you and your friend-” he jerked his head towards Jace- “are early, I believe.”

“M-Ms. Manning let us out early,” he stammered, swallowing at the teacher- Mr. Bane. He nodded absently and turned back to his desk with a frown.

“Mr. Barkman said you guys occasionally go out for ‘recess’ during this period?” He asked in a puzzled tone. “I’m sorry, have we gone back to elementary school?”

Jace laughed from the back of the room. “It means he allows us to get up and get water,” he clarified. Mr. Bane’s scowl deepened.

“That’s recess?” He asked incredulously. Before Alec or Jace could reply the door swung open and a line of students trickled in, jostling Alec forward and propelling himself next to Jace in the back of the room. He chose the only seat next to Jace, for the golden-haired boy was pressed against the wall.

“Are you okay?” He asked, looking at his friend in concern. Jace nodded tightly, but Alec soon spotted his center of tension- yesterday Clary had gotten busted for talking to Simon too much in class and was moved to the seat right in front of him. Jace would probably spend the entire period staring at the back of her head and randomly shooting spitballs. 

“For the love of God, Jace, just tell her!” Alec hissed, sliding into the seat. Jace glowered over at him.

“And you would know anything about love?” He shot back cruelly. Alec flinched and looked away, but found his gaze drifting to the hot substitute, so he just looked at his desk.

“Hey guys,” a familiar voice chirped. Alec didn’t need to look up to recognize his sister’s perfume or feel the tickle of her hair on his shoulder when she clamored into the seat beside him. “The sub’s kinda hot, don’t you think?”

Alec blushed and glanced at his sister- she was one of the two people that knew about his sexuality *cough* gay *cough* and was constantly teasing him about it incognito. Jace merely snorted at her comment.

“Riiiight,” he said, shaking his head. “if I was into glittery Korean guys.”

“He looks Indonesian,” Alec mumbled, still looking at his desk. More and more people were filing into the classroom, including Maia, Jordan and Clary, who all occupied seats in front of them.

“How can you tell?” Jace demanded, but Alec was saved an answer when Mr. Bane stood up. The whole classroom sort of went quiet, even though he hadn’t said a word.

“So I’m your substitute for today, Mr. Bane,” he started in his melodic voice, “And unless I was pranked this is study hall.” A few nervous laughs went around the classroom but the sub didn’t seem to notice them. “Any questions?”

Simon raised his hand from across the classroom. He was sandwiched between two girls that Alec hadn’t bothered to learn the names of and he looked very uncomfortable. “Can we listen to music?”

Mr. Bane nodded. “Sure.”

More people raised their hands, and questions like ‘can I write, draw and talk’ were passed around. Mr. Bane agreed to all of them but warned a ‘quietly’ to the last question. Soon enough Mr. Bane had sat back down and Alec realized he was still looking at the sub.

‘Damn,’ Alec thought, ‘that sub sure is hot. Why did he have to be a substitute? Does the world just want to torment me with another hot guy I can never have?’

Alec passed the through period in record time- who knew drawing made time fly?-and soon kids were packing up their bags and prepping to leave.

“Alec!” Isabelle said, snapping her fingers under his nose. “Pay attention! We’re leaving now.”

He shook his head, cramming his sketchpad into his backpack and swinging it over one shoulder.

“Aw, there’s only 1 minute left, you guys can go.” Mr. Bane said, waving a hand. A small chorus of cheers erupted from the kids as they stampeded to the door. Alec hung back a little, pretending to have a stuck zipper, to make sure he was the last one out.

“Hey,” he said timidly, tapping on Mr. Bane’s desk. The teacher turned, looking at Alec with inquisitive eyes the color of a cat’s.

“Yes?” He asked, small smile playing at his lips.

“Um, if you don’t mind me asking, a-aren’t you a little young to be subbing?” He asked, blushing and avoiding Mr. Bane’s gaze.

To Alec’s great surprise, he chuckled. “I actually only graduated last year, from a town west of here. I had connections with this school so I got in.” He shrugged. “Are you complaining? Am I that bad of a sub?”

“No, n-not at all,” Alec said, blushing. “I just thought- because you look so young-”

“I get it,” Mr. Bane interrupted. “I can understand your concern..?”

“Alec,” he croaked. “Alexander.”

“Alexander,” he said slowly, smiling as he rolled the word on his tongue. “I’ve always liked that name.”

Alec blushed even darker, shying away from the sub’s gaze. “Well, have a nice weekend, Mr. Bane.”

“Please,” Mr. Bane said with a smile, “call me Magnus.”

“O-okay,” Alec stammered. He was almost out the door when he turned around to face the sub. “Oh, Magnus?”

“Hmm?” He asked, smiling at Alec.

“Well, there’s a party at Stubby’s Coffee Shop on Saturday, and I was wondering if you’d like to go. N-not with me, but just to-

“Alec,” Magnus interrupted gently. “I”m hosting it. So yes, I will see you there.” He winked, actually WINKED, and his smile grew. “But thanks for the invitation.”

Alec was rendered thoroughly speechless but nodded, his blush probably blushed. “C-cool! S-see you there.”

Magnus smiled as Alec walked away, shaking his head. “Oh Alexander,” he said fondly, “please don’t make me fall for a senior.”

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So… did you like it? :3

"Sherlock" season 4 is returning to BBC in early 2016 with no official date yet. However, the series will hold a Christmas special planned for December 2015 and will be based on the mystery "The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle."

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THE BLUE CARBUNCLE, GUYS!

  • This would be the first time (aside from John’s blog entry) that Sherlock showed mercy to a suspect!

  • According to canon, TBC takes place the day after Christmas. This adaptation will maybe tie in with Moriarty’s ‘return’? Or, if Sherlock’s exile isn’t instantaneous, TBC will be sandwiched between CAM’s death and Sherlock’s punishment.

  • "You are engaged," said I; "perhaps I interrupt you."
    "Not at all. I am glad to have a friend with whom I can discuss my results."
    Sherlock, oh my God, you’re so soppy! YAS.

  • "Precisely. You allude to my attempt to recover the Irene Adler papers…"
    Sherlock brings up Irene by name other than ‘the woman’ so that’s interesting.

  • "But his wife — you said that she had ceased to love him."
    "This hat has not been brushed for weeks. When I see you, my dear Watson, with a week’s accumulation of dust upon your hat, and when your wife allows you to go out in such a state, I shall fear that you also have been unfortunate enough to lose your wife’s affection."
    OMG this is almost as bad as Sherlock’s comment about John’s next wedding good God. He said WHEN, not IF. You giant bag of dicks.

  • "My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people don’t know."
    I love you, you arrogant asshole.

  • If they take anything from Granada, maybe Sherlock will have a cold. And look as painfully attractive as ever in spite of it. (x)


    Imagine, like Shezza, but less dirty.
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“He was conscientious, the kind of person who believed that the others around him were so much more important than he was, who already believed he was letting everybody down. And he was honest, the kind of person that was naturally open about all he felt and wanted. 

Alec’s virtues had made a trap for him; these two good qualities had collided painfully. He felt he could not be honest without disappointing everyone he loved. It was a hideous conundrum for him. It was as if the world had been designed to make him unhappy.”

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Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice an entire Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, with the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club