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It’s been about a year since my last Miraculous Ladybug fanfic list. Given the fandom is three years old and season 2 is right around the corner (hopefully), I believe it’s time to relive and explore some of the best fanfics the fandom has to offer. By no means is this list comprehensive. Many fics aren’t on here. (I’m working on a list for newer fics, so stay tuned!)

Rainy Days by @thelastpilot (Not rated)
A storm rolls through Paris and refuses to let up, so when a water fearing cat is rescued by the kind efforts of his designing classmate he starts to pay a little closer attention to someone he should have always known better.

he’s not a siren by @miraculousturtle (Rated T)
Merman AU. Their meeting is orchestrated by fate, conducting them one at a time to step on the stage. With the flick of the baton, in time, they will sing the same song, but only if they aren’t swept away by the ocean’s mighty waves.

An Unexpected Surprise by @sweetprincessluck (Rated M)
Adrien Agreste. Age 26. A successful international supermodel, currently changing careers to a CEO of a fashion empire. Was born and raised in Paris, had moved to the USA 6 years ago, came back for a visit. Kind, handsome, lonely. Had experienced a lot, had seen even more. Had nothing left that could surprise him anymore.Except, maybe, this - a small, blonde girl, with emerald eyes and freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose – a splitting image of his mother Lillian Agreste, excluding, perhaps, the freckles.Her name was Emma. Emma Dupain-Cheng, to be exact.

Obsession by @kryallaorchid (Rated T)
Miraculous has unintended side effects. A chance encounter leaves Chat Noir in Marinette’s magic hands. Scritch and scratch, this kitty has needs. MariChat. 

Smoulder by @midnightstarlightwrites (Rated T)
In which Adrien loses a bet and becomes an underwear model, Marinette loses her mind, and the whole fiasco starts a fire which might lead to the pair discovering their identities.

Retrouvailles by @gigiree (Rated G)
There’s an art to telling stories. There’s an art to ending them. Just know that saying “the end” is just another way of saying it’s a new beginning. When she says goodbye, her luck is gone. His has just begun.Tattoo and Flowershop AU!

Over the Wall by @imthepunchlord (Rated G)
The accident, while unintentional, was costly. For her wrong doings against Chloe, Marinette is sent over the wall to die. But instead of death, she winds up in a strange, unnerving world. Good thing she’ll have a cat to watch her back in this bizarre place.

Chasing the C/h/atwalk by @runningoutofink (Rated T)
Paris. The city of lights, love and fashion. Follow the progress of Marinette Dupain Cheng as she enters the extremely competitive world of Reality television for a chance to be the winner of Project Runway: France.

Lucky Us by @geek-fashionista (Rated T)
-AU- Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s life isn’t going as planned: twenty-six, recently dumped, and running her parents’ bakery. The highlights of her day are the emails sent by her mysterious pen pal, Chat Noir. That is, until handsome model Adrien Agreste starts swinging by the bakery after hours. But how is he to know the Ladybug he loves is standing right in front of him?

Guardians by @wintermoth (Rated T)
In the year 2015, Marinette Dupain-Cheng said yes to Tikki, the kwami of Creation. Two days later, Adrien Agreste said yes to Plagg, the kwami of Destruction.For the first time in over a thousand years, the cat and the bug were starting fresh. (immortal AU)

Découvrir by @xiueryn (Rated M)
A decade apart and he still remembered her. Marinette contacts her childhood friend in hopes of rekindling their forgotten relationship despite him being a celebrity, only to assume him to be someone else entirely. AU.

Bare Necessities by @reyxa (Rated M)
Art School AU where Adrien is the nude model in Marinette’s human figure class. Major sin warning but it’s more awkward than sexy. Definitely not for little ears… or eyes I guess…

Serendipitous Fate by @skaylanphear (Rated M)
Adrien is excited to reveal his true identity, while Marinette is terrified. But Master Fu says they can’t afford to be distant any longer. Chat Noir and Ladybug are meant to work in tandem both in and out of uniform, their strength stemming from the bond created between them. Yet, teenagers are sometimes better at dancing blind than running with wide open eyes, even with the steps laid out before them.Steps in the path of an expanding world. Apart, they’ll flounder. But together, they might just stand a chance.

Tikki’s New Friend by @panda013 (Rated G)
The dog was easily the height of his chest, and the young woman walking it could have only come up to his shoulder. But she was just cheerfully walking along beside the dog, chatting and laughing happily with a redheaded young woman. The dog was a big black beast—he didn’t know the breed then, nor did he particularly care, but it whined pitifully when its equally dark-haired owner paused to read a street sign. She just giggled and reached out a hand to ruffle its fur, and the giant’s tail wagged happily.

heartstrings by @zenwisterias (Rated T)
one of marinette’s rare unlucky days turns into something treacherous. thanks to a certain cat, the real danger passes, but there are other things to be more afraid of. her heart, for example, might be one of them.

The Ladybugs and the Bees by @bullysquadess (Rated M)
This originally started as a fanfic about periods and just devolved into crack.

You Don’t Know Me by @ferisae (Rated T)
When Ladybug suffers a near-fatal accident and is presumed dead, it is up to Adrien - who has discovered Ladybug’s secret - to help her through her painstaking recovery and reacquaint her with herself. All this while trying to save Paris on his own without losing himself in the process.

Satisfaction Brought It Back by @siderealsandman (Rated E)
Most people rekindled friendships with people from high school over Facebook or Twitter. Most people met for coffee, shared pictures of their bratty children, and sent old friends Christmas letters once a year. Marinette was clearly not most people as she had somehow hooked up with her former high school crush on a bondage dating website and didn’t know it until he was standing in front of her with an identical look of bemused embarrassment plastered all over his pretty face.

A Werecat in London by @i-am-thornqueen (Rated M)
After an unfortunate encounter with an akuma while in London on a business trip, Chat Noir is forced to deal with the unexpected consequences. Can Ladybug help him return to his normal self, or will he be stuck for the rest of his life getting in touch with his wild side?

tangled ribbons by @demistories (Rated G)
Marinette is a small studio dancer who wins a scholarship to a summer long ballet intensive. Adrien is a famous ballet dancer who would rather be at home than at said intensive. The end of the summer will bring about a showcase that could make Marinette’s career, if she can ignore Chloé and focus on something other than Adrien.

The Space Between Us by @chassecroise (Rated T)
What’s a ladybug to do when her kitten becomes a cat?

Accident of the Evening by @thatwriterchickrachel (Rated T)
Adrien Agreste, rumoured royalty, just wants a normal life. But one night on the run he meets Marinette, a normal girl, with a normal life. Marinette can’t believe it. Her long-time celebrity crush had crashed into her life and was now hanging out with her and her friends in between his busy schedule.With the Annual Parisian Masquerade Ball approaching, and an announcement sure to change everything looming over them, the two young adults begin a friendship and a double life.

Emergence by @artisticflutter (Rated M)
They were only teenagers, but they are no more. Forced to awaken to new powers, both find themselves codependent on the other in order to survive and escape from their captors. They are Ladybug and Chat Noir - they are Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste. Part One of a possible series.

The Lights that Lead Us Home by @oceanspray5 (Rated G)
Based on @piku-chan’s Cinderella AU on Tumblr. Marinette remains at the Palace to train as a noble and Adrien takes on more responsibilities as King. The wedding is planned for the Prince and his Princess and despite any outside meddling forces, goes off without a hitch.

Le Chat Noir by ParadiseAvenger (Rated E)
Le Chat Noir was the most popular strip club in Paris. Marinette could explain how she wound up there the first time, but she couldn’t explain how she kept coming back.

The Wingman Visits by @niuniente (Rated M)
When Chat Noir finds out Ladybug’s real identity as Marinette, he also discovers her huge crush for Adrien. As a gentleman he is Chat Noir offers to be a wingman between Marinette and Adrien, trying to get them together.

Sealed away by @ashesandhoney (Rated T)
Five years ago, Ladybug left Paris and left Chat Noir to learn how to keep it together on his own.Marinette is back in Paris with an internship at the Agreste Fashion house trying to get the spring show up and running and as much as Adrien appreciates having a friend at work, he’s distracted by Ladybug’s return and more Akuma attacks than either of them have faced before.Something big is coming and nothing can stay sealed away forever.

Cut from the Same Cloth by @baneismydragon (Rated T)
When Gabriel notices that Adrien is collecting various supplies from his office, he assumes that his son has finally decided to show an interest in the family business. However when he tries to show his support by showing up at a school presentation, things quickly spiral out of control and everyone learns more than they bargained for

Désolé by @pozolegirl (Rated G)
‘The Cat’s out of the Bag’ as Adrien would say, and now Marinette and Adrien must work through their emotions during this new reveal of identities, all while Hawkmoth is hot on their trail and not about to let them slip away from him, taking matters into his own hands.

Sing the Song of Sailing Sirens by @princessofharte (Rated T)
Adrien Agreste is the Pirate Lord of the High Seas, chasing a British flagship until Le Chat Noir is blown off course into a green storm.

This is not a complete list of the best fics in the fandom. Many of these authors have written multiple fanfics for this fandom and they are all amazing. Indeed, many of the fics on AO3 with the most hits, the most kudos, and the most comments were other fics not mentioned here but completed by many of these authors. Every work of fanfiction is amazing. If you want to help encourage writers to write more awesome fanfiction, please leave a comment on their works. It can be as short as “This is great!” Seriously. We live off validation.

It’s not narcissism if I add in my own fic here, right?

Was there anything I missed? Leave it in the reblogs and spread the word so that others–including myself–can read it!

It’s An Older Sibling Thing

Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader

Length: 1469+ words

TW: Mentions of drug dealing, prostitution, and child abuse

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this so late! I literally wrote this the night I signed up for the Challenge, but completely forgot about it ;; This is for @not-moose-one-shots 6K Writing Challenge! Congrats on 6000 followers, boo! And thank you for hosting the Challenge. This is my first time joining a Challenge, and I’m so glad I did it! 

11.  “He must pay well.”


A low growl erupted from your throat as the demon took your laptop from your backpack. Two days. It’s been two days since you were kidnapped, and tortured.

“You hunters think you’re so smart,” the demon taunted with a smirk. You looked over his shoulder, realizing that he was tracking Dean’s location. It was the same technique that every hunters used when you needed someone’s location- all you needed was their phone numbers. “We’ve picked up a few skills while being hunted.” He laughed with a wicked grin. “Now, c’mon. We’re gonna pay the Winchesters a little visit.” He raised his gun, and knocked your skull with the butt of it.

When you came to, you realized you were laying on a motel bed, the yellow lighting being too bright for your eyes. You groaned in pain, trying to assess your surroundings. The binds that were around your wrists and ankles were gone, and you felt the uncomfortable feeling of gauze and tape around your injuries.

“Easy, Y/N,” a voice rumbled from the other bed.

“Dean?” you called, turning your head to face him. His jaw tensed as you looked at him with confusion on your face. The motel room was a mess as if a hurricane went through it.

“That’s what happens when you lead a demon to our room,” he sniped, seeing you look around the room.

“What do you-”

“The demon you brought here.”

“Brought here?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N.” Dean rolled his eyes. “We know you told him our location in exchange for your life.”

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Doodle 4 Google winner sees a future of peace and diversity

“A Connecticut student gets to share her vision of the future with the world, with a little help from Google.

Sarah Harrison, a 10th grader from Bunnell High School in Connecticut, won the annual Doodle 4 Google competition with her drawing showing peace and diversity among people from all walks of life. The theme for the ninth annual contest, in which Harrison squared off against hundreds of thousands of other entries, was “What I see for the future…”.

“I wanted to draw something that I hoped would show that we can all get along well, and that it’s possible for us to be happy with each other,” the 15-year-old told Google. Along with having her art displayed Friday on prime internet real estate with Google’s hundreds of millions of views, Harrison will win a $30,000 college scholarship and a trip to the Googleplex in Mountain View. Her school, meanwhile, will receive a $50,000 grant to spend on technology and promote STEM programs. 

“I dream of a future where everyone is safe and accepted wherever they go, whoever they are,” Harrison said.

Read the full piece here

Go Sarah Go!!!

anonymous asked:

have you ever watched your peers win the scholarships you've also applied to (and get rejected in) and feel just... really worthless? especially if you put in a lot of effort. Sometimes it's discouraging to think there's always someone out there that's much smarter than you. You don't have to reply, I just felt like venting haha.

Good evening, anonymous! Thanks for the ask!

I’ve been in similar situations many times, and it’s Not A Great Feeling.  Although you asked about scholarship applications, I hope you don’t mind if I talk about application rejections more generally.

First off, some of my more recent rejection experiences include…

  • During my first wave of graduate school applications, I was rejected unanimously. It was extremely discouraging. (Contrast this with my second wave of graduate school applications a year later, wherein I was unanimously accepted and received several amazing financial offers.)
  • Because my subfield is financially-limited, there’s a lot of people applying for a very finite pool of money. Of course, my research group needs funding if it’s going to keep doing science, meaning rejection is an expected part of the process.
  • I’ve been rejected many times over by certain research-relevant summer schools that my colleagues have attended.

And so, with these experiences in mind, I’d like to provide some…

~Advice For When Your Application Gets Rejected~

Rejection in general can be extremely painful, disappointing, and discouraging. Then add the pressure of that rejection impacting your future? Cue heartbreak.

Here are several facts that help me maintain my spirits through repeated rejections. For instance, when it comes to the persons who evaluate applications, I keep in mind that…

  • They survey a TON of people. As a result, they end up with a larger number of qualified applicants than they have available spots. Being rejected doesn’t mean you weren’t qualified. I know plenty of hyper-qualified individuals who get rejected simply because of the luck of the draw.
  • They observe only a FRACTION of you. Applications are necessarily finite, so reviewers don’t get to evaluate the whole of you. Rejection of your application is not a rejection of you. You are so so SO much more than an application.

Furthermore,

  • An application rejected by certain reviewers might be accepted by others, and vice-versa. Consequently, if you get a rejection and someone else gets an acceptance that does NOT mean they’re better than you. An application can’t enable judgments of that complexity.
  • You are growing and changing every day: the pieces of you that go into an application can be improved upon or reworked for future applications. Rejection can inform you what areas you might try to focus on in the future. 

Finally, my most IMPORTANT piece of advice is to keep in mind that…

~even the strongest applicant will receive rejections~

There’s an element of luck whenever you apply for anything. That’s the nature of these systems and it’s not your fault.

Remember:

Success isn’t a matter of always succeeding, but persevering until you do.

Best wishes, my anonymous friend.

anonymous asked:

Hello, do you have any tips on how to write a personal essay for college/scholarships? Im so stumped on it :-\

Hello sweets :)

I do have some resources and tips for you!

Personal essay tips-

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Hope this helps! :) Please let me know if you ever need some more help, advice, support or would just like to talk. I’m always here and only an ask away. Take care and don’t forget to smile!! :)

Tutor! Kang Daniel

Masterlist can be found (here) 

Based off: Cyn’s crush LOL
Genre: college! au + tutor! au 
A/N: Wrote this after seeing @wannasseu‘s post on her crush in her korean class which is rly cute btw;;; I DEMAND UPDATES!!! I hope you guys like my new theme! Both on mobile & comp :)

“Daydreaming in the midst of the night; you brush my thoughts and sweep my sleep away.”

  • You go to this tutoring academy for language classes
  • It’s actually pretty fun and it’s mixed with people of all ages and races since the classes are based on your level rather your age
  • Most of them were in high school and you guys are a pretty tight group like there’s even a group chat for all the gossips
  • Park Jihoon is dating someone???? Brand New Boys is debuting??
  • But you tend to pay extra attention to the really cute guy sitting in the back row rather than focus in class
  • That was Kang Daniel and honestly, you never dared to approach him
  • You were always intimidated by him and his group of friends who basically towered the class since they were so tall and the fact that he was a year older than you
  • Except for that one time you two paired up for a worksheet and you still can’t over how sweet he was in guiding you
  • You were new to the class back then and was super shy but like he tried his best to make you comfortable and explained most of the things
  • Due to that incident, you and your friends like to fangirl over him from time to time since you guys don’t belong to the same school
  • But then again, probably half the girls in the tutoring centre had a crush on him as he was so friendly and approachable
  • Like Daniel was downright gorgeous and extremely charming with his voice that sounds like it was dripping with honey and that sweet smile of his
  • He always looked effortlessly good in his buttons down and ripped jeans while a pair of glasses rest on the bridge of his nose
  • So one day, your best friend, Jennie, told you excitingly that Daniel will be transferring to your school as your senior
  • It was apparently because he was offered a full scholarship for winning some kind of award??
  • Regardless of that, you were ecstatic because maybe,,, this was another chance for you to speak to him
  • You were about to approach him at the end of the class, perhaps offering him a tour around the campus until your teacher stepped in
  • You nearly cursed at how bad the timing was until she handed you a stack of papers and said
  • “Daniel, can you help her to give it out?”
  • Your heart literally stopped when he nodded and gave you one of his soft smiles as he adjusted his glasses
  • Someone please teach me how to breathe again,,,,, 
  • “I heard you are transferring to my school?”
  • You asked hesitatingly, praying the conversation will carry out as planned
  • “Yeah, well it’s definitely nice to see you more than once a week.”
  • For a moment, you were stunned
  • You were going to ask him what was he implying when he took his bag and slipped out of the room while leaving you still trying to process things
  • LIKE WHAT GAME WAS HE PLAYING
  • Your questions were still left unanswered when you saw Daniel the next Monday morning in the school’s hallway
  • More like you bumped into someone and a catastrophe happened
  • You were rushing to your class since well, being late one of your forte when you knocked heads right into another person, leading your books and theirs to be scattered all over the place
  • “Da…niel?”
  • You gazed into his warm chocolate brown eyes and gave a nervous chuckle as you helped him to gather his notes
  • Not forgetting to apologize but you froze when you saw him looking at one  of the quizzes you had gotten back recently
  • It was a test for a subject you had been doing absolutely miserable in and it was embarrassing for you to even look at the score
  • “Hey do you want me to tutor me? I’m in the advanced class.”
  • “I don’t want to waste your time since I know I’m absolutely hopeless in this subject. I already planned to drop it next year ……”
  • You didn’t want to be a bother and looking at the advanced textbook he had in his hand, you wondered if he was going to think you were stupid for not scoring well at one of the easiest levels
  • “Come on let’s give it a try, meet me in the library at 4pm.”
  • Just like before, he placed your books into your arms and walked off to his next class
  • You can’t be sure what was happening,,,, because did Kang Daniel really just offered to tutor you?
  • You planned to be in the library a bit earlier to reserve a place since it was usually very crowded
  • However, your last period teacher decided it was the perfect time to introduced a new topic that took way longer than the allocated 40 minutes
  • But you didn’t have to worry when you went to the library cause Daniel was already there and it was obvious the chair next to him was yours as he had his school blazer over the chair
  • He was startled at your sudden appearance but he shifted his things and took out a few textbook that he thought would be useful
  • You wondered how good of a tutor he claimed to be able to help someone who was pretty much doomed from the start
  • Yet when he opens his mouth and starts explaining things based on the notes you had taken in the past classes,,,,, everything made sense
  • His handwriting was so neat when he wrote down the specific keywords you needed to know and like before, you were again captivated by his smooth and languid voice
  • You could tell that he made everything a lot simpler for you as he showed you a few mind maps on his laptop
  • Things started to click in your head and the dots connected
  • When you still got confused and asked Daniel to explain again, he did grin and went over it again without fail
  • It was obvious he enjoyed the subject
  • After all, how could he not be annoyed by your constant confusion and the fact that he was not getting extra credit or being paid for this??
  • “Okay! I think that’s enough for the day.”
  • He handed you his old notebook while reminding you to text him if you have any questions
  • At the end of the first session, you just feel so much more relieved and think of Daniel as your saving grace
  • As he continued to tutor you, you definitely had a lot of fun as you learned a lot of new things
  • Honestly? You were probably also falling a lot harder for him unlike that platonic crush back in your tutoring academy
  • Even at the academy, everyone could tell you two were a lot closer as he did partner up with you for projects and there were even a few classmates who asked if you two were perhaps dating
  • After the 6th session and you could tell your tutoring session with Daniel paid off
  • You had gotten a 30/30 for your latest quiz and suddenly your teacher didn’t seem like he was sprouting random information in class
  • Your heart skipped a beat when you texted him about it before the tutoring session the next afternoon and he replied
  • “I’m so happy for you.”
  • You were expecting to see him in the library not OUT of it the next day
  • But looking at his grinning figure and his bag slung at his shoulders, you knew something was up   
  • “You’ve been working hard, so as your tutor, let me reward you. My treat of course!”
  • So half an hour later and a subway ride, you found yourself in an amusement park with him
  • There’s a lot of fun rides and you have the time of your life as you let your worries slip at the back of your mind
  • Not until Daniel challenged you to enter the haunted house
  • You were not one to deal with scary things like you couldn’t even watch a horror movie without having a nightmare but you didn’t like backing down from a bet
  • So here you were screaming at the dark room and the random ghosts until you felt a hand squeezing yours, giving you warmth and the comfort you needed
  • But you could feel him trembling and realized he was probably putting a manly front for you
  • You giggled when you thought of him being scared and appreciated his effort
  • Somehow, you two managed to make it out alive and in one piece
  • However, your hands were still slipped in his,,, and it felt so  natural that you didn’t want to let go
  • Daniel continued to move quickly, slipping past people as he brought you to the last ride
  • You were sad that it was going to be over since it will be back to studying,,,,,, back to you and Daniel being just friends
  • Looking at how your fingers were entwined, you sighed as you stepped into the ferris wheel
  • You kept your eyes on the view below you, unaware that Daniel’s gaze was on you the whole time
  • But your eyes locked with his when he called out your name and he held out the hand which interweave with yours
  • “I was offered to move up a class in the academy but guess what? I told the teacher that I wanted to go up with you.”
  • You were surprised as shock covered your face but you managed to mumble a ‘why?’
  • “I will be straightforward about this …. I really like you right from the start and tutoring you made me realized how I didn’t want to let you go …”
  • You felt a lump in your throat as you gulped and questioned ‘really?’
  • Like it was still hard to believe
  • “Yes, so do feel the same? Or do I let go of your hand?”
  • You look at him, the smiling boy who had been spending so much of his time tutoring you, who did go through the hassle to find his old notes so you could do better and you smiled at him while squeezing his hand
  • Your instinct was telling you there was nothing to lose in putting your faith in this smart yet terribly attractive boy

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Badass Black Women History Month:
Celebrating 28 Black Women Who Said,
“Fuck it, I’ll Do It!”

Day 28: Bree Newsome
The Woman Who Brought Down The Confederacy 

On June 17th, 2015, a white man walked into a historically black church in Charleston, SC and murdered nine people. A state senator, mothers, aunts, and choir members joined in prayer would lose their lives because of white pride and racism. White pride and racism that was emboldened by the Confederate flag. A flag that waved proudly above symbols of power and justice. The incident led to unending debates over the meaning of the flag. But, the flag remained  as images of the perpetrator holding that same flag ran across TV screens. It was as though the history of the flag outweighed the loss of nine black lives. As though that flag was more important than respecting the black lives that did not want to look up at a symbol aligned with hate every day. 

Until June 27, 2015. That’s when a woman named Bree Newsome went, fuck it, I’ll do it. That day, she climbed a flagpole and took that flag down. Bree went to high school in Columbia, Maryland. Bree is a 31-year-old filmmaker, musician, speaker, and activist from Charlotte, North Carolina. She studied film at NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts after winning a scholarship for a short animated film she created. She would go on to win several awards––the Outstanding Independent Short film award in the Black Reel Awards of 2012 and the Best Short Film at the BET Urban World Film Festival. Her film Wake would be screened at festivals like Cannes and the Montreal International Black Film Festival. Bree Newsome would even become the first black undergraduate to be nominated for the Wasserman Award, NYU Film School’s top honor in recognition for outstanding achievement in film.

Bree was not an activist. Bree was a filmmaker, but the conditions she faced as a black woman forced her into activism. The sci-fi and horror genres that Bree worked in didn’t offer many opportunities for women of color. "The space that exists for many of us, as a young black girl, is so extremely limited so that you really can’t go very far without being an activist, without being in defiance of something.“ She said an a panel at Spelman College in 2014. If Bree wanted more opportunities, she had to fight for them. If Bree wanted anything to change, she had to fight for it.

So, ten days after the Charleston Massacre, unable to sleep because of the horrors she saw, Bree climbed a flagpole and removed the flag a murderer had proudly waved. Bree took the flag down out of respect for those nine lives and all the lives before them that had been harmed because of that flag. When she came down, she was arrested and given a $3,000 bond. The flag was put back up 45 minutes later. The flag was taken down for good on July 10th, 2015––13 days after Bree’s action. 

Bree is a black woman who was forced to action because of the conditions around her. In this country, there have always been black women forced to action. We’re still being forced to action and––with support or without it––we’re doing what we have to do to make the change we want to see happen. 

Apply for CBYX!

For those of you who have not heard of CBYX, it is an exchange program between Germany and the United States that is sponsored by the U.S. Congress and German Bundestag. For one year, youth age 15-18 live with a host family and attend German high school. Going the other way, German high school students do the same here in the U.S. Best part is that CBYX is a full scholarship! Sound intriguing? We hope so. We bring this scholarship up now as the deadline for applications looms in the distance–December 1st. In order to arrange the details and finish the app in time, now is the time for action if you want to throw your hat in the ring for this prestigious scholarship.

To help you conceptualize the before, during, and after of being a CBYXer, we asked our social media expert Claire, who completed her year in 2010, to talk with us about her experience.

What made you initially apply to CBYX?

I applied to CBYX for a few reasons. My uncle moved to Germany many decades ago, and I’d grown up hearing this mysterious language being spoken by him and my cousins when they visited. My brother and I would sit with our German-to-English dictionary trying to pick up what was being discussed. That interest combined with a natural sense of adventure led me to favoring the more untraditional path of doing a year abroad in high school and wanting to do it in Germany. Unfortunately, being an exchange student in high school isn’t as common in the U.S. (yet), so winning a full scholarship helped convince my parents and school to support it.

How did you arrange the year abroad with your school?

Arranging a year abroad in high school is difficult if your school hasn’t had a student do it before you. I was the first at my school, and so I had a meeting with my guidance counselor as soon as I could to discuss my options. I suggest bringing materials with you about the prestige of the program, and emphasizing your flexibility. For example, I took online courses for English and History before I left for the year as they wouldn’t be comparable in Germany. I also took the SAT’s abroad as to be on track for applying to college when I returned. Basically, I’d speak in statements with your school about how you will arrange the year rather than coming with questions–as it opens up the door for them saying it isn’t possible or that you would need to repeat a year.

Was it difficult to learn German? Did you speak it before you left?

I hadn’t traveled outside of the U.S. before CBYX, so for me it was shocking to get off the train in Berlin and suddenly everything was in German–signs, announcements, labels. I had two years of middle school/high school German at my disposal which gave me limited vocab to work with. At first, I prioritized what I said because it often required running into a word I didn’t know, which was exhausting. But word by word and day by day my German improved. I was very motivated to learn because with each word I learned my daily life became a little easier and I got to show my true colors a little more. It is a humbling experience to have to lean on people a little more for help speaking or to learn the words for things, but it’s all part of the growing pains of learning a new language and tons of people have done it before you so there is no shame in it.

What was living with a host family like?

I lived with a family in a residential part of Berlin. At home in Pennsylvania, I had a single parent, was the only girl, and was the youngest of four. In Berlin, I was the middle child and had two sisters. The family welcomed me as one of their own, and despite my preconceived notion of all Germans being tall and blonde, I found myself blending in in a family of short brown-haired females. My first day with the family, my host sisters and I played dress up– giggling as we threw leopard print bras over our shirts and wore big clown-like glasses. I knew then that I’d found myself in the right home.

At the same time, it isn’t all easy–nor is your normal family. Living in someone else’s home requires some flexibility to their set routine, and communicating why you do what you do–which your mom doesn’t have to ask because she has seen you since you were born– but your host family has not.

What were the biggest cultural differences you experienced?

As cliche as it is, I was shocked by how blunt Germans were. I was used to a lot of sugar coating and it took a while to appreciate how Germans communicate. I also had to get used to the independence given to people my age, as there was a lot more hand-holding and rules back in the states. In Germany, I was treated mostly like an adult, which was duly awesome and scary as it meant quickly taking on a lot of responsibility. Lastly, using public transport was a big difference from taking a school bus or being picked up in a car by your parents. It put a lot of new pressure on me to know how to get home or remember bus routes and schedules.

How is German school different than American school?

German school was WAY different than an American high school. At least in my school–which was an Oberschule, I ended and started at a different time almost every day, depending on which subjects I had. I had a class of about 20 kids who I had my core classes with and my teachers rotated to us instead of vise versa. Exams made up the majority of my grade rather than homework or participation and exams didn’t include multiple choice but rather short answers and essays. Also, there was no such thing as substitute teachers, rather if a teacher had vacation or was sick, you just didn’t have that class. This said, every school is different, so yours may resemble an American school more.

Is there a “good” year to do it?

I did my CBYX program during my junior year. This is arguably the most tricky year to do it, as colleges are looking closely at your grades and most people take the SAT’s that year. It is definitely possible though and I had no issue graduating or getting into a good college. There are pros to doing CBYX as a gap year between high school and college, in that you don’t have to stress out as much about your grades at your German school and can defer your college acceptance.

Did you get to travel during the year?

I got to travel a lot. Some host families will take you on their family vacations. With other CBYXers living across the country and the abundance of train options, it is easy to visit them too. Additionally, going back to young people being given more independence in Germany, it is not unusual to go with friends to other countries and stay in youth hostels or travel in general without parental supervision.

Have you returned to Germany since?

I have been lucky enough to have returned to Germany several times in the years after my program, and also to have had my host family visit me in Pennsylvania. My host family still refers to “my bedroom” and when I’m back I curl up on the couch eating Erdnussflips with my host sisters and watch German soap operas like no time has passed. There are certainly still things about Germany I don’t understand and words I haven’t learned yet, but CBYX solidified Germany as a second home.

How has having completed CBYX helped you in the years after?

CBYX truly changed my life course, academically and professionally. Seeing an entirely different tax, welfare, and education system in Germany inspired me to study economics in college. I’ve volunteered supporting high school exchange students ever since I returned to the U.S. and have helped choose new generations of CBYXers. Speaking German has connected me with Americans and Germans alike in my city which has been the core source of a lot of my friendships. I also eventually found myself working at the German Embassy, which obviously wouldn’t have been possible without my year living there, the German skills I acquired, and the connections that came out of that. There are people who walk away from CBYX and don’t use their German again or don’t feel the draw to return back to Germany, but if you do choose to keep involved in German relations, CBYX is a very supportive, diverse, and well-connected community.

What advice would you give those applying to or on the program?

The best advice I received was as I was leaving on the airplane. A chaperone told me to “say yes to everything”. This year is a chance to try out a new sport, a new way of talking, a new style, a new way of being–lots of things that wouldn’t be possible or easy back home where everyone knows you. It is a chance to ask questions and expose yourself to new viewpoints. So just say yes. Personally, doing so led me to visiting my first nuclear power plant (I did not know the word for this and said yes anyhow) or to a planetarium show that blasted nothing but Queen (which if you haven’t done before, I highly recommend). I tried cow’s tongue, which is surprisingly delicious on bread, and fell off my bike twice during a community bike tour. I exited my comfort zone more than I stayed in it and came back feeling like I’d lived years within just one. I’d broken outside the bubble of home and gained a new understanding of myself in the process.

If you want more information on applying for CBYX or hosting a student, check it out here: http://www.usagermanyscholarship.org/

Cuddle Hotline // Kim Kibum

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the prompt: could I have a cuddle hotline key scenario? I was thinking that she’s like a culinary student and only cares about cooking and her friends are like “you need to get out there you’re lonely” so one of her friends orders her a cuddle buddy (key) but when he shows up she just sits him down at the table and makes him try her food and is like “give me an honest opinion so he does and he’s like “this is gross” and she actually really likes his honest opinions on her food so she asks her friend for the app and her friends are excited cause they think she’s enjoying it but actually she’s just using it to help improve her recipes but one day she’s like sad and really just wants someone to cuddle with so she calls key over and he’s like ready to eat but she says she just wants to cuddle today and he gets all cute and nervous because he actually started developing a crush on her -sunflower anon 🌻

words: 4427

category: fluff

author note: this is my first shinee request and it’s for kibum my bias!! i don’t know who you are sunflower anon, but i love you for requesting this. i immediately began thinking of dialogue and stuff bc i wanted to make it perfect.

- destinee

Originally posted by painkiipain

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You set down your perfected pasta in front of your two friends. “Eat this. I added fresh garlic instead of simple garlic salt. See if it makes a difference.”

Your closest friend, Chaeyoung, looked up at you. “Y/n, this is spaghetti. You have literally made ten batches of spaghetti and they all taste the same.”

You rolled your eyes, “They don’t taste the same. Trust me.”

Chaeyoung took a huge bite and pursed her lips, “Hmm. You know, you’re right. I can really taste the fresh garlic as opposed to the garlic salt.”

“Really?” Your eyes brightened as both of your friends rolled their eyes.

“No!” Chaeyoung said. “It tastes exactly the same, Y/n.”

Your other friend, Minho, furrowed his eyebrows as he pushed the plate away. “Honestly, I feel like I’m going to vomit if I see any more spaghetti. Why do you always spend your free time cooking?”

“Better yet, why do you always use up our free time by making us eat your cooking?” Chaeyoung said. “I could be on a date right now.”

“I could be working out, or studying,” Minho said, giving you a pointed look.

Ever since you were a child, you had wanted to be a chef. Whether or not it was helping your parents cook, or attempting to make your own sandwiches, you were always in the kitchen. The passion had come from your grandmother, who used to teach you how to make cookies from scratch. After seeing your first batch of cookies, you realized that you really enjoyed making creations. You enjoyed the look on people’s faces when they ate your concoctions. From that moment you knew you wanted to be a chef. You would be content the rest of your life to make food for other people. Your dream was to open a restaurant with five-star food at low prices so everyone could enjoy how amazing and artistic food could really be.

You were in your third year of culinary school, and your school was offering an amazing chance to your class. Whichever student could make the best menu would be offered the chance to study their fourth year in Paris, all expenses paid for. It was a dream to you, and you were working desperately to perfect a meal that would impress the judges and leave a lasting impression.

You slumped into one of the empty chairs and covered your face with your hands, moaning. “You guys are right. I’m never gonna win this scholarship with spaghetti. Maybe I’ll try sushi.”

Chaeyoung patted your head gingerly. “I think you need to take a break. When’s the last time you just took a rest day instead of cooking?”

“I haven’t,” you said. “I can’t afford to lose a day. Each day I fail is a day closer to the deadline and I have to make something to submit.”

“You need to sleep,” Minho said.

“No,” Chaeyoung denied. “You need a cuddle buddy. Look, there’s this app where you can pay for someone to come and give you cuddles. Studies show that cuddling with another human relaxes the soul.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t need a cuddle buddy, I need you guys to help me find the best dish.”

“C'mon, Y/n. You can’t deny that you’re lonely. Here, let’s download the app and look for some ideal partners.”

You ignored the two of them as they browsed through people, shouting out their likes and dislikes. Instead, you cleared the dishes and put them in your dishwasher, preparing to make your next meal.

“Oh! Look at him!” Minho suddenly shouted. “User Key-underscore-freak.

You snorted, “Anyone with the word “freak” in their username is not getting my address.“

“Too late,” Chaeyong said. “I sent him a message.”

“Why?” You darted over to look over your friends’ shoulders. You had to admit, the pictures were nice. It did state that he was only two years older than you, and he seemed to have an obsession with a certain pair of dogs. “How many pictures of his dogs is he going to post?”

Minho clicked out of his pictures and began to read out his likes and dislikes. “Likes: dogs, fashion, and theater. Dislikes: liars, ugg boots, and people who don’t like dogs. He sounds simple enough. His cuddle rate is high, too. Apparently a lot of people like to cuddle with him.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t want to cuddle him, no matter how high his rate is. Now, should I use salmon or tuna for my sushi?”

Chaeyoung suddenly squealed, “He wrote back! He’s open today! I’m asking him to come over!”

“Don’t!” you warned, “I have stuff to do today.”

Chaeyoung waved your concern away. “Minho and I will pay for it, okay? Just enjoy being in someone else’s presence for once instead of thinking about your next dish. Can you do that?”

You groaned and turned back to your fish, ignoring her. “Please don’t.”

“Too late. He’s coming in an hour. Minho and I will be leaving so the two of you can have some time to get to know each other.”

You grumbled the whole time you were making your sushi. You weren’t even paying much attention to what you were doing, and so you ended up making a pretty weird dish. Still, you set it out on the table. If someone was coming over to your house, you would ask them to try your dish. Cuddling could wait for another day.

The doorbell to your apartment rang, and you hesitantly made your way to the door. Finally, after a small mental pep talk, you swung the door open.

The man in front of you wasn’t too much taller than yourself, and he was rather nimble-looking, you felt. Nevertheless, his smile was open and warm as he held his hand out for you. “I’m Kim Kibum. You’re Y/n?”

He was wearing black skinny jeans and an oversized t-shirt, covered by a brown bomber jacket. His dark hair seemed styled and his skin felt moisturized and smooth as you accepted his handshake. A large duffle bag hung over his shoulder, and you felt more uncomfortable as you stared at it. “… that’s me.”

Kibum followed your gaze and let out a bark of laughter. “I just carry this around to put my pajamas, laptop, blanket, and pillow. Cuddling necessities, you know?”

You didn’t know. You had never cuddled with anyone in your life. You never really felt like you needed to. “Actually, can we not cuddle?”

Kibum furrowed his eyebrows and pouted his lips. “No cuddling?”

“Yeah. You see, I’m a chef and I really need someone to try my dishes.”

Kibum’s eyes brightened. “You’re a chef? Great, I haven’t eaten all day.”

He walked into your house and discarded his jacket and bag onto your sofa. “What’s on the menu?”

“Sushi,” you replied, running past him to grab the plate of food. You placed it on the table, along with a cup of water. “Tell me what you think about it. I want your honest opinion.”

Time seemed to stand still as Kibum put the sushi in his mouth. The more he chewed, however, the more his face turned into that of disgust. He swallowed thickly before giving you his verdict. “This is gross.”

You felt your spirit deflate. “Really? What’s wrong with it?”

Kibum have you a look of obvious disappointment, “Well, first of all, why did you stick scrambled eggs in your sushi roll? That’s nasty.”

Your nose scrunched. “I was distracted. It didn’t seem like a bad idea at the time.”

Kibum handed the plate back to you. “Who are you making a dish for anyway?”

“I’m trying to win a trip,” you explained as you dumped the bad sushi into the garbage can. “If I make a good enough dish, I’ll be allowed to study my final year of culinary school in Paris, France.”

“I love Paris,” Kibum said. “I’ve been a few times. You’re going to have to step up your game if you want to cook with the chefs of France, though. I hear they’re brutal.”

“I know,” you sighed. “I’ve just been distracted lately. I am a good cook, really.”

Kibum cocked his head to the side, “Looks like you’ll need to prove that, Honey, since your sushi was worse than the food I buy for my dogs.”

You frowned. “That bad, huh?”

Kibum nodded, “Sorry, Babe. Tell you what, why don’t I give you a dish and you make it for me? Do you think you can handle that?”

You rose your eyebrows. “Are you patronizing me, Kibum?”

“If the shoe fits.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I didn’t peg you as that type, Kibum.”

He smirked and looked up at you, “What type is that, Y/n?”

Rude,” you answered.

He laughed again, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he threw his head back. “You should get used to it, since we’re friends now. So… how about it?”

“Give me a dish and I’ll make it perfect.” You pursed your lips, “Then you won’t underestimate me.”

Kibum smiled and sat back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling and humming to himself, “You know, my friend took me to this really expensive restaurant in New York last year. Maybe I can remember my favorite dish there. Let’s see… oh yeah! Arctic char, leeks, green olives and smoked potato. If it’s even close to what I had last year, I’ll believe that you’re a cook.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “You’re on.”

“Wait. You actually have Arctic char in your fridge?” Kibum looked impressed.

“Surprisingly, yes. I bought a ton of different ingredients this week for trial and error. That includes all the fish present at the market,” you said as you turned to your stove.

Kibum stood up as you grabbed a clean saucepan from its hook. “You know how to make it?”

“I’ve been studying culinary arts since I was a child, Kibum. A few smoked potatoes aren’t going to faze me.” A sudden confidence took over your presence, and Kibum found himself smiling at the way you assertively cut and rinsed your ingredients. “In fact, I think you’ve given me the surge of energy I needed to work on my dish. Who knows? This could be the winning one.”

Kibum stood up and leaned on the counter to watch as you seasoned the fish. “You should put your hair up.”

You looked up at him, pouting as you realized your bangs were falling into your face. “You’re right. Let me wash my hands—”

“I’ll do it,” Kibum interrupted you, moving around the counter till he stood behind you. He pulled the hair tie out of your ponytail and fixed your hair into a tight bun on top of your head. “There you go. Now there’ll be no hair in your char.”

You giggled. “Thanks, Kibum. Now go sit while I finish this up.”

“Yes Ma'am.”

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You held your clasped hands against your lips in anticipation as you watched Kibum taste the dish in front of him. You were hoping with all your heart that he would like it. For some strange reason, his opinion meant a lot to you, and you were desperate for his honest approval.

Kibum chewed slowly, perhaps to spite you. His eyes were void of emotion, erasing any guess you could have about how he liked the food. Suddenly, his lips quirked into a smile. “It’s okay.”

“How is it okay?” you asked. “Which part of it is okay? What could I change? Would it get me a trip to Paris?”

Kibum blinked. “Well, for starters, it won’t get you to Paris. It’s good though. Very similar to what I had in New York. The potatoes aren’t smoked enough, and the leeks were a but soggy, but the char is excellent. I’d keep it for your protein.”

You broke out into a smile. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kibum nodded. “So now all you need are side dishes.”

“I also need a dessert,” you clarified.

Suddenly, a beeping came from Kibum’s pocket, causing both of you to jump. “Oh. That’s the two hours you paid for. We didn’t get to cuddle, but I had a lot of fun.”

You grinned. “Me too. Thanks, Kibum.”

“No problem, Babe. See you later.”

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Kibum must’ve thought it was you who contacted him, since he assumed you’d do it again. Unfortunately, you had no idea what app Chaeyoung had used, nor how to contact Kibum again.

The thing was, you had been perfecting recipes for vegetable side dishes for the past week, and you were dying to have Kibum taste them. So, with no other choice, you swallowed your pride and asked Chaeyoung for the name of the app.

“You like him!” was her first assumption.

“I do not,” you retorted, “The… cuddling was nice, is all.”

Chaeyoung smirked, “The app is called Cuddle Me. You remember his username, don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at her as you downloaded the app. “Yes. Now leave me alone.”

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“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” Kibum smirked as you opened the door to your apartment. “I’ll admit, I thought you wouldn’t invite me over again. I thought you might’ve found someone else to try your mediocre recipes.”

“Mediocre? Yeah, right.” You noticed he had, yet again, brought his duffel bag. However, he obviously didn’t intend on using it since he threw it onto your couch as soon as he entered.

“I’m ready to eat soggy vegetables!” he announced.

“Stop hating on food you haven’t even eaten yet!” you whined, following him into the kitchen.

Kibum laughed gingerly and sat at the counter. “Pass the plate, honey.”

“Okay, today I made mushrooms à la bordelaise, Mediterranean baked sweet potatoes, eggplant skins stuffed with veggie risotto, and caramelized balsamic cipollini onions.”

“Marry me,” Kibum said as he stared at all the dishes you placed in front of him. He licked his lips as he looked at the tantalizing food.

You blushed at his praise. “Don’t get too excited. You haven’t tried them all yet. I need you to tell me if I can use any of these as my side dishes.”

“Get me a fork and I’m yours,” Kibum stated.

While he ate the dishes slowly, with the meticulousness of an actual food critic, you asked him about his interests. “You said you were into fashion?”

“I am,” he said. “I’m a fashion designer, and my company is just starting to get the recognition it deserves.”

“Really? What’s your company?” You were genuinely interested in his life, as he seemed so lively and sure of himself.

Kibum put down his fork and smacked his lips, thinking. “Designs by Key. It’s a newer company, since we got it up and running smoothly just this past year. I’ve tried a lot of different paths, but my newest line is getting a lot of attention. My goal is to make women’s clothes that women actually want to wear.”

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows turned up in confusion.

Kibum chuckled, “Not that you would know, since your wardrobe seems to consist of simply jeans and t-shirts, but in the high fashion world, lots of women’s clothes are created without the woman’s best interests in mind. You’d like this: in my line, girls get usable pockets in their jeans and skirts. We’re also working on a range of clothes fit to perfection for each different female body shape. I have a lot of female friends and colleagues and they explained to me that clothes don’t always fit properly, especially when the ratio size of breast to waist is really different. So, we’re working to make a line based on nearly customizable clothing for females. My ultimate goal is to make everyone feel comfortable in their own skin, through fashion.”

“Wow,” you breathed. “That’s so cool. Call me when your designs go on sale, okay? I’ll buy one of everything.”

Kibum nodded, “Only if you call me when you open your restaurant so I can sample the entire menu. These side dishes are pretty great. I would choose the mushrooms and the eggplants, personally.”

You clapped your hands together, “That’s perfect! I’ll make stuffed eggplant skins for the appetizer, char and mushrooms for the entree, and then a dessert! Then that ticket to Paris is as good as mine.”

“You’ll invite me over to try out the dessert, right?”

“Of course,” you said with a playful roll of your eyes. “You know Kibum, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like hanging out with me.”

Kibum laughed, but you caught the pink tint that crept onto his cheeks. “Honey, I think you’re mistaking yourself with your cooking.”

“Why do you keep calling me honey and babe?”

“Instinct, I guess. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“No,” you denied softly, “It’s fine.”

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“Okay, so I have green tea custard, dark chocolate mousse with almonds, strawberry cheesecake, and hazelnut pie with spiced ice cream.”

Kibum hummed as he stared at all the dishes. “You’re too good to me, Y/n.”

You sat beside him, nibbling on an untoasted strawberry poptart and checking the made-up menu you had created in your phone notes. You would enter your menu tomorrow, a day before the scholarship deadline. Everything was perfect, and all you had to do was get Kibum to choose a dessert.

Kibum put a spoonful of the mousse into his mouth and clapped slowly. “This is everything. A bit bitter, so maybe add some brown sugar or something to sweeten it, but other than that it’s everything.”

He finished the mousse peacefully, enjoying the dessert freely as he scrolled through his phone. “Do you wanna see my dogs?”

“I already saw them on the app,” you answered, “but I guess I can see them again.”

Kibum scoffed, “You guess? Good grief, Y/n, at least try to act excited as I show you my pride and joys.”

“Sorry,” you giggled, leaning closer to him so you could see his phone screen.

“This one is Comme Des and this one is Garçons,” he explained. He then explained to you their favorite foods to eat, places to sleep, and clothes to wear.

“You dress your dogs? Isn’t that considered abuse?”

Kibum looked offended. “Abuse? They love being dressed up, trust me. Oh! Idea!” He suddenly perked up, turning to face you, “You should make your own gourmet dog food line!”

You deadpanned. “No. That’s an insult to my passion.”

Kibum pouted. “My babies would love it.”

“Just eat your cheesecake.”

Kibum chuckled and obeyed, complimenting your skills as he continued to stuff his face.

In the end, Kibum stayed by the mousse, and wished you luck that you would get that scholarship. “We could even meet up in Paris. You, a renowned chef and me, a famous fashion designer. Together we can conquer the world.”

You shook your head, “I don’t want to be renowned. That’s not my goal. I want to make great food for people who can’t afford it. I won’t get very renowned for that.”

Kibum furrowed his eyebrows, “Sorry? Do you think people like paying and arm and a leg for their meals? Y/n, if you succeed in a restaurant like that, you’ll be the talk of the year in the culinary world. It’s a huge financial risk, considering you have nothing to start with, but you can easily make it up with the amount of customers you’ll get. Open sponsors spots as well, and have them pay to support your restaurant as long as you name a dish after them or something. Designs by Key can be your first proud sponsor of many as long as you name the chocolate mousse after me. You could go far with this one, babe.”

You picked at the hem of your shirt, a shy smile appearing on your face. Not even your closest friends gave you the confidence Kibum did in just a few visits. You felt close to him, and you were sure he felt close to you as well. There was a natural attraction there, as if the two of you knew each other in another life or something.

Shaking your head out of those thoughts, you reached forward and wrapped your arms around Kibum’s neck. He let out a noise of surprise, but eased into your hold rather quickly. “Funnily enough, you’d think touch wouldn’t fluster me with this little side job. Your touch is different, I guess.”

You felt your face warm at his soft-spoken words. Surely he didn’t mean it in the way you thought. He was just talking about the emotional aspect of two friends hugging. That’s what you told yourself, since you couldn’t think about anything more than that with the deadline so close.

Kibum was the first to pull away, but he planted his hands on your shoulders before he left. “Go get ‘em, babe. Show them your talent.”

He tapped your nose, and grinned when a giggle spilled out of your mouth. “Keep that smile, okay? You’ll do great.”

You nodded, feeling more sure of yourself. “Thanks, Kibum.”

“I’ve got you. Oh, and when you win, invite me over so we can eat the winning meal together,” he said with a confident wink.

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You stared at the phone in your hands, contemplating whether or not to ask Kibum over.

The thing was, you had come in second place. Although that was great, and would look fantastic on your resume, it wouldn’t get you a ticket to Paris. You were disappointed in yourself, and you kept going over the menu, wondering how you could’ve made it better. You were sure Kibum would be disappointed with you too. He had been so sure that you would win, and when you told him the truth, he might think you didn’t try hard enough. You had. You had given that food your all and had been so sure that you would get the scholarship.

Unfortunately, things don’t always go to plan.

In the end, you really wanted some kind of comfort. Kibum was the only one you wanted it from, which wasn’t too surprising considering how close the two of you had gotten ins ice a short amount of time. Before you could second guess yourself, you sent him message, asking him to come over. After that, you muted your phone, unable to see his reply, which would more than likely imply that you won and he couldn’t to wait to congratulate you in person.

You groaned and shoved your face into your couch cushions. You weren’t ready to see his face.

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Kibum could tell something was wrong as soon as you opened the door. Your makeup was smudged at the corners and your hair was messier than usual.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“I didn’t win, Kibum,” you said. “I did everything you said and did my best, but it wasn’t enough. I’m sorry.”

Kibum let out a breathy laugh, “Why are you apologizing? There are so many things more important than winning a scholarship.”

“Like what?” you frowned.

“Like, for instance, your skills grew as you practiced, and you stepped out of your comfort zone. Also, the most important thing is that you met me.” Kibum walked passed you, and with the usual toss of his bag he turned around, “So what do you say we cook together today? Something simple and tasty.”

You stared at Kibum’s raised eyebrows, unable to answer. You didn’t want to cook right now. In fact, all you really wanted was another one of Kibum’s hugs. “Actually… can we cuddle?”

Kibum’s ears turned red very quickly, but he covered up his flustered expression by licking his lips and turning his head towards his duffel bag. “No cooking? You just want to cuddle?”

You nodded, “You’re a good hugger so you have to be a good cuddler, right? I really need that right now.”

Kibum’s expression softened. “You got it, then. Let me change into some comfortable clothes.”

He returned quickly, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He opened his duffel bag and pulled out a large duvet. “I’m ready to cuddle!”

He sat down on the couch, his eyes on you as he patted his lap. “C'mere, babe.”

You accepted his invitation and curled up into his lap. He wrapped the blanket around the two of you and pushed your hair off of your face with his nimble fingers. “How’s this?”

“It’s perfect,” you mumbled, nuzzling your face into his chest. He smelt like honey and some kind of musk, and it made your heart stir with feelings that you had previously pushed down. “Kibum?”

“Yeah?”

You looked up at him, your cheek against his collarbone. He rubbed your hips gently as he waited for you to speak. “I think I like you.”

After your confession, you quickly ducked your head down, afraid to see his reaction. His fingers froze on your skin and soon you couldn’t feel the warmth of them on your skin.

You ruined it, Y/n, you told yourself. You should’ve just kept it in.

Then Kibum’s fingers were under your chin as he lifted your face towards his. “Really?” he questioned, his breath fanning your face as he leaned in closer.

You searched his eyes for any teasing, but there was only affection in his glassy brown eyes. “Yeah. I like you, Kibum. You make me feel confident. You make me feel like I can do anything I put my mind to, but you also give me a sense of warmth and comfort I’ve never received before.”

Kibum chuckled, “Honey, I’ve liked you since you made me eat that disgusting sushi.”

He was still in the midst of laughing when his lips reached yours. You cupped his face with your hand to bring him closer to you. Your own lips turned into a smile as you finally felt how soft his were. Kibum pulled away, “We have to stop smiling or we can’t kiss properly.”

You shrugged, biting your lip to try and stop the giddiness from showing on your face. “Sorry.”

Kibum pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “Don’t be. There will be plenty of times to kiss in the near future.”

He wriggled his eyebrows seductively, causing you to erupt into more giggles as you slapped his chest gently. “You’re stupid.”

“Well you’re dating stupid,” Kibum pointed out.

“Touché.”

~the end~

Dancer!AU

Title: tangled ribbons

Author: demistories

Ships: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Rating: General Audiences

Chapters: 14/14

Word Count: 82,544

Summary: Marinette is a small studio dancer who wins a scholarship to a summer long ballet intensive. Adrien is a famous ballet dancer who would rather be at home than at said intensive. The end of the summer will bring about a showcase that could make Marinette’s career, if she can ignore Chloé and focus on something other than Adrien.Sore muscles, coffee breaks, and video chats ensue. And there is an awful lot of fondue.


Title: Le Chat Noir

Author: ParadiseAvenger

Ships: Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 10/10

Word Count: 55,926

Summary: Le Chat Noir was the most popular strip club in Paris. Marinette could explain how she wound up there the first time, but she couldn’t explain how she kept coming back.


Title: Miraculous Moves Underground

Author: LadyDi1980

Ships:  Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: General Audiences

Chapters: 21/21

Word Count: 104,577

Summary: He had seen her when she walked past him earlier to go dance. She had been on the floor since he walked back in and from the way the crowd parted, she had been dancing the whole time. He met piercing blue eyes and tried not to eye the fully exposed stomach, arms, and most of her upper chest. She stood before him in a polka-dotted sports top, baggy black sweats, tennis shoes, and confidence that knocked him down a few points. She was short, skinny, toned, and had one hell of a smug smile.


Title: A dance of the heart 

Author: Sillysbarka16

Ships: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chat Noir/Ladybug

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 10,269

Summary:  Ladybug and Chat Noir have been invited to be the guests of honors to an upcoming ball for the youth of Paris. Ladybug worries about being the center of attention and Chat is a fantastic dancer.
Marinette finds out her class loves Ladynoir. Yes, Alya gets great proof. 

(Not quite the dancer!au but so cute.)


Title: I’m Here To Dance

Author: kisstheprincessofpurewhite

Ships: Chat Noir/Ladybug, Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Chapters: 15/15

Word Count: 53,636

Summary: Alya drags Marinette to the hot new club “Miraculous” where it’s winner take all on the dance floor. After an embarrassing first encounter, Marinette dons a costume and challenges the champ, Chat Noir, as Ladybug. Marinette embraces the Paris break dancing scene, but times are getting tougher and competition even more so.Aged-up characters, complete AU
Inspired by @starrycove’s break dance au as well as @jen-iii’s picture of Chat and Ladybug. Nothing really original, just my take.


Title: She’s Got Moves

Author: Mylifeisbooked

Ships:  Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: General Auidences

Chapters: 10/?

Word Count: 19,144

Summary:  The Agreste Academy of Arts is an exclusive school open to talented kids and teenagers of all ages around the globe. The dean is none other than famous, retired dancer Gabriel Agreste. The schools main art is dancing, of course, and that is what Marinette Dupain-Cheng loves most.
When her friend, Tikki, convinces her to go to the break dance club known as Miraculous, Marinette is hesitant because she hasn’t break danced for years and worse, about being seen by someone she knew. Going to the club wasn’t against the rules as a student of the academy, but it was frowned upon by the dean. To solve her problem, she dresses up as break dancer Ladybug. She had only planned on going to the club that one time…until she met Chat Noir, the famous dancer that all the ladies loved and all competition hated.
Soon enough, a ban is put on Miraculous from the students of the academy and Marinette is stuck between two worlds: being expelled from the school of her dreams or leaving the one place she can actually call home.


Hi guys! Here we are with a dancer!au. Please send us a message if you have reccomendations or ask us if you want some! Love and ladybugs to you all!

Values

Bad Boy!Vernon

Word Count: 1192

Genre: Fluff


Vernon was just some teenage jerk and he didn’t have any values. He fully knew that skipping class and getting into trouble would lead him nowhere, but he fully didn’t care. He probably liked it. He must’ve thought it was cool to slack off and just drift through life without a care or a plan. He had the nerve to smile at you in the hallways at school. Disgusting.

He knew you didn’t like him. He took note of the dirty looks you gave him and the way you’d roll your eyes if he tried to talk to you. He fully knew that acknowledging him would be the last thing you’d ever want to do, but he fully didn’t care. Every time you turned your nose up at him, he’d simply laugh it off.

It was almost like he wanted to torture you, or get inside your head, one arrogant smirk at a time.

Well, whatever his deal was, you knew one thing about Vernon: that there was no way in hell he was beating you out for the poetry scholarship.

It’s been a tradition within your school for the poetry club to hold an annual scholarship contest for the seniors, with the winner receiving a check for 150 dollars. You’d been in the club all four years of high school, so you didn’t even break a sweat when they announced that the competition was starting. All your time in the poetry club was practically like training for the contest.

You knew your own strengths and weaknesses as well as those of your competitors, so the whole thing was pretty much in the bag for you. Until you realized that you had a new competitor.

You thought you could figure him out easily, but he wasn’t as simple as he seemed. He was unpredictable and hard to read. This came as quite a shock to you considering you’d always thought of him as just some teenage jerk.

At first Vernon earned the suspicion of the entire club, but he soon proved very devout and steadfast. He showed up to every meeting without fail, taking notes whenever the teacher taught technique, and sometimes even staying behind to ask questions.

But his golden boy act didn’t fool you one bit. It had been a rumor since freshman year that Vernon was actually a sensitive poet who wrote his own song lyrics. But the whole thing was so obviously just another stupid lie made up by his friends to help him woo some girl.

Vernon technically didn’t even qualify to be in the poetry club, since it’s a school rule that you can’t be involved in any extra curricular activities if you’re failing a class.

“Wait a second,” Your inner monologue screamed as you walked out of another poetry club meeting, “Vernon doesn’t even qualify for the contest! This is great!”

Giddy from this development, you ran to the back of the school, where you were positive Vernon and his delinquent friends would be loitering. You pushed the double doors open confidently, thinking of something witty to say, but glad that you didn’t actually open your mouth; because, to your surprise, Vernon stood against the brick wall alone.

He looked nonchalant as always, leisurely taking one of his earbuds out to acknowledge you, “Couldn’t get enough of me, huh?”

Your face grew warm with a combination of embarrassment and anger, “Real funny, Mr. Poet. I actually just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“You want me to drop out of the contest.” He gathered.

“I suppose that’s not news to you,” You admitted, becoming more shy with each exchange, “I know you’re failing math. You shouldn’t even be in the contest in the first place.”

He said nothing in return, instead he simply put his phone and earbuds in his pocket, turning to look at you straight-on.

“Why did you enter?” You asked.

“I like poetry.” He shrugged.

“And that’s it?”

He started towards you, coming much closer than he’d ever been before. Keeping one hand in his pocket, he reached out and lifted your chin up with his pointer finger, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“I like you too, but it’s clear now that you’re harder to win than the scholarship.”

He tilted his head, still looking deep into your eyes. It felt almost as if he was examining you, a kind of heat radiating from his gaze that made your cheeks flush red.

“T-that’s impossible,” You stuttered, “We hate each other.”

“Nothing is impossible, (Y/N). And I don’t hate you. I think you just made that up so you wouldn’t have to think about how much you like me back.”

Finally snapping out of Vernon’s trance, you pushed his hand away from you, making sure it didn’t come near your face again by holding it with an iron grip.

“Listen up, Choi. Are you going to tell me the real reason you entered the contest or are you just going to stand here and try to seduce me with fairy tales?”

He let out a deep, airy chuckle. You had to take a long breath to distract yourself from how tempting it sounded.

“I promise, I’m not lying to you. I really do like poetry and I write my own sometimes, but I would have never joined the club if I didn’t like you more.”

He took advantage of the fact that your hand was gripping his, his fingers snaking through yours so that they intertwined.

“So, you’re telling me that you joined the poetry club and the scholarship contest just to get my attention?” You asked, allowing Vernon to massage the back of your hand with his thumb.

He slowly began leaning in, sensing that you’d stopped resisting him, “Did it work?”

“What do you think?” You mumbled, right before your lips met with his.

Vernon’s other hand came out from his pocket to position itself on your lower back. With one swift push, your bodies were fully pressed against each other, only a speck of daylight stood between you. You used this space to bring your hand up to hold his neck, your other hand still holding his.

The kiss was intense, but it was cut short by the sound of double doors being plowed open.

“What do we have here?” Teased the unmistakable voice of Boo Seungkwan.

A junior named Chan stood behind him, mouth agape as you desperately tried to pry yourself out of Vernon’s hold.

Vernon didn’t seem to be embarrassed though. He kept his hand sturdy on your back as he shooed his friends away.

“Seungkwan, if you don’t mind, I’m doing something really important right now.”

That was undoubtedly a strange day for you. You found yourself behind the school, kissing some teenage jerk you’d ignored for years. But Vernon was a sweet boyfriend and never failed to make you feel like royalty, as well as his partner in crime. He told you about all of his secrets and his values. So needless to say, the two of you spent quite a few more days behind the school again.

-Written by Admin Cali 

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At the end of a fencing bout there’s this moment when you salute your opponent and shake their hand and if it was a particularly challenging bout between close friends and/or rivals it’s traditional for the handshake to turn into a hug. It was during one of those moments that Hamlet and Laertes had their first kiss don’t even try to tell me otherwise.

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Natalie Nevarez, a graduate student examining the brain chemistry of monogamy, wins a $25,000 scholarship from the pornography website Pornhub.
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Please read this hilarious article about our awesome friend Natalie:

Nevarez said that she’s thrilled to receive the scholarship from Pornhub, even though she agrees that it’s unusual for a pornography website to help fund her pursuits in academia. But in some ways, she said, it’s fitting.

“I look at animals have sex all day,” Nevarez said. “So many hours of my life. It gets very tedious.”

She and my husband used to work for the same PI, but he wasn’t part of the vole research group, so hearing about their work second-hand has always been incredibly amusing to me. 

Also, as the article describes, Natalie is a badass Latina in STEM with an amazing, supportive family who sacrificed everything for her to reach her potential in academia. Definitely worth the read if you have a few minutes.

Dex slipped out of bed quietly, trying not to wake Nursey.  It was early, too early for a day when they had no morning skate, and he had no classes until 11am, but Dex didn’t want to be late for work.  He needed all the money he could get, both for himself, and to send whatever he could home to his dad and brother.

“Will?” Nursey mumbled sleepily from his bunk, “What time ‘sit?”

“6am Dere, go back to sleep.” Dex whispered as he began heading for the bathroom.

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thebeth02  asked:

Hi! I really like your account and I had a couple questions. I'm starting high school soon and I'm kinda worried over it and some other things, do you have any tips or advice? If you don't that's fine. Oh and, who's your favorite paladin?

Hi hi back!! Thank u for the kind words!!! :3c And to answer your question, if I had to choose a favorite Paladin, it would probably be Allura! I love Keith but by GOD he frustrates me sometimes. Anyway, onto the advice!!

Middle school and high school are VERY different, but the differences tend to be either incredibly obvious or more subtle. Like, the kind of subtleness where you’re in sophomore year and you look around you and you think ‘hm. Sixth grade feels very far away.’

Because you’re starting high school I’ll only focus on freshman year, if that’s okay!

For the most part, freshman year is like a underhand throw. They’re trying to ease you into things. High school, after all, means waking up at the most ridiculous hour of your life, depression, and puberty Really starting to take off. For the most part, adults know that you’re going through more stuff than school at the moment. But it’s up to the individual teacher to decide how understanding they’re going to be.

Now where to start… How about academics? If you care about your grades, freshman year is essential for starting off on the right foot. Most of your science/math/English placement was probably decided in middle school, but your freshman year is where you prove where you belong. Basically: you will probably stay at that level of math/science/English for all four years of high school unless you bust your ass and study and move up. (And by that, I don’t mean moving up a math level during the school year, I mean qualifying for honors math for sophomore year, etc.)

If you don’t really care about that sort of thing, okay. But if you want to be in all honors classes or AP classes for your junior and senior year, you need to start working immediately. My biggest regret of high school is that I spent my freshman/sophomore/part of junior year working in an aimless direction, and just went with the flow. Which was fine at the time, but it came back to bite me in the ass once I reached the end of my junior year and started the college process. You don’t have to commit yourself to one specific college from the moment you turn 14. But if you want to go to a good college, or if you want to win scholarships, you have to start planning and working towards that. I don’t mean to give you a lot of anxiety, but my high school was Very competitive and honestly pretty toxic, and it’s influenced my viewpoint.

On a lighter note, take the time to look at all the available classes, even the ones you can’t take yet. If you like biology, consider taking honors/AP bio as an upperclassmen, and plan accordingly for that. What prerequisites do I need to complete? Do I have to be at a specific level for math/science? When am I eligible for the class? That sort of thing.

Also: finish your requirements as fast as possible!!! I hate art classes, and I put them off until my junior year, which was a Mistake because junior/senior year is The Year Of Electives. Well, at least in my school. So instead of taking tons of cool electives, I had to take this goddamn photoshop class to fulfill my requirement. Freshman year me was thrilled about having a free period every day; junior year me cursed my fourteen-year-old self. God. Hindsight really is 20/20.

Another thing… teachers! Try to be kind to your teachers. Unless they’re raging assholes who spit toxic one-liners or seem to single you out in class just to embarrass you. Those teachers can burn in hell. But for the most part, high school teachers are either pretty nice or completely neutral. Any supposed ‘evilness’ will most likely be your angsty hormonal self projecting on them. For example, I hated my freshman year geometry teacher. I thought she was a b word, I thought she was incapable of teaching, I thought she was annoying. In hindsight, I was just shitty at geometry and took out my frustration on her. I joined my classmates in mocking her and the class behind her back, and my convinced 'holier than thou’ self decided I was too important to ever stoop to the level of asking her for help. Because of my big ego, I only got a B+ in math, and it started a pattern for the rest of high school.

Like… there’s honestly no point in making fun of teachers. Yeah, it’s fun to do, and it helps you bond with classmates but… it also gets in the way of you asking for help. Which, by the way, I cannot emphasize enough: always ask for help. Especially during your first few weeks of school, because again: freshman year will set a lot of patterns for the rest of your high school career. It is essential that you ask for help. Sure, your teacher scribbled some comments in the margins of you B- paper, but she was also grading 30+ other papers at the same time. Do you really think her comments are deep enough for you to fully understand where you went wrong? Ask to meet with her, comb over your paper with her, and walk away with a better understanding of how to write papers. Advice and knowledge like this can only help you in the long run. Suck up your pride and push it down; you’ll be better for it.

I focused a lot on academics so let me touch on some other things… like puberty! For the most part, that ball started rolling for everybody back in middle school. But it’s in high school that you really start to see those hormones get expressed. Everyone goes through puberty, and life, at their own pace. Sometimes you’ll feel like you’re falling behind, but you’re not. It’s not a competition. This would be the world’s shittiest race otherwise. Don’t worry about others, and focus on yourself. If you don’t feel comfortable asking questions about your changing body (because lord knows the American education system will never have an actually effective sex Ed course), google it!! There are always answers for those who search them out. Again: worry about yourself.

Another thing: friends! High school is a place where you’re going to meet a lot of new people all at once. You will make new friends. It’s statistically impossible for you to not make a new friend. If you want to speed up the process, join clubs! You’re a freshman, so no one actually expects you to maintain a totally active presence. Do what you can, drop what you can’t, and carry on. Also: the people you were friends with in middle school may not stay friends with you in high school. I ended up drifting away from most of my middle school friends; I still hang out with them, but we’ve lost a lot of closeness. It’s sad, but it happens, and the only thing you can do is move forward. Every lost friendship makes room for two new ones. I can honestly say that the bonds I made in high school were 10x stronger than the ones I made in middle school. And any close friendships I kept from middle school also became 10x stronger by senior year. My theory is that everyone is their worst self during middle school :p if your group can survive that, you can survive anything.

Finally… some health tips! Take care of yourself. It’s important to try to eat as healthy as you can as early as you can. Again, and I know I’m repeating myself, it helps you in the long run. Make sure to drink plenty of water and do not. I repeat, do NOT. Pull all-nighters when you don’t have to. The all-nighters I pulled during middle and early high school have ruined me. Also, don’t drink coffee. You will get addicted. All my friends are coffee addicts and it’s honestly disturbing how much they rely on a simple beverage. Drink hot chocolate instead, if you must! I love Dunkin’ Donuts. :3c

Anyway, this is a bunch of general advice/tips. If there’s something specific that’s bothering you, feel free to hit up my dms at any point!! I may not be fast, but I’m sure to respond. I like helping :3c

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TELL ME WHY I CAN’T STOP SEEING THIS AS DAMEN, NIK, AND PALLAS.

TELLLLLL ME!

(It’s because I’m garbage and these characters won’t leave me tf alone)

AND HOLY SHIT PLEASE WATCH THIS SECOND LINK, TOO!

https://youtu.be/WGGDv9X-nvc

Because JFC, that blond dude looks nothing like Laurent, but it was seriously enough for my brain to do the Captive Prince AU thing.

Because IMAGINE.

Imagine ballet dancer Laurent. Imagine Laurent growing up and deciding to learn ballet so he can be like his big brother, Auguste, who is a professional dancer and runs the non-profit organization that their parents had started before they died which funds the creative arts for underprivileged children. Imagine Laurent becoming as good as (maybe even better, some people whisper) Auguste. Imagine Laurent getting a full ride to go study dance at a prestigious university. Then, imagine Auguste and his wife dying in a horrific car accident, but leaving their 13 year old son, Nicaise, alive.

Imagine Laurent giving up on his dream dance opportunity to fight to gain custody of his nephew from his uncle. Laurent taking over at the studio that Auguste ran his ballet classes out of. Laurent struggling to run a business that he never trained for, with students who honestly annoy him, and fighting for custody all at the same time. Imagine Laurent finally getting custody, but not before Nicaise has suffered at the hands of Laurent’s uncle just like Laurent suffered.

Imagine Laurent’s uncle, the man who had wrested control of the non-profit from Laurent. The man who has control over the studio that Laurent dances in, who holds it over Laurent’s head every day that the only reason he can do what he loves is because he has so kindly let him use the space (which had been Auguste’s dance studio, and was left under Laurent’s name, but through the non-profit, so Laurent is forced to interact with his uncle to use the space).

Imagine Laurent biding his time, trying to figure out a way to get out from under his uncle’s thumb. Imagine him saving and scheming to try to get the money for a down-payment on a new studio space, a better one, and as fate would have it, the property right next door would be perfect. Imagine him being ready to make his move, only to find out that the space has already been bought by a HIP HOP dance studio of all things.

Now imagine Damen, Nik, and Pallas opening their hip hop dance studio. But the place they found just happens to be right next door to a ballet studio.

Imagine Damen getting all excited thinking about collaborating with other dancers, thinking about working with other dance styles. Imagine Damen going over to introduce himself to the owner, professional ballet dancer Laurent. Imagine Laurent shutting Damen down HARD. Bitching about the volume of the music. Sneering at hiphop as a dance form. Saying that the only real dancing is ballet, and that he’d like to see Damen try dancing en pointe.

Imagine Damen just smiling and inviting Laurent to the studio later that week for their rehearsal. Imagine Damen going back to the studio and telling Nik and Pallas that now, not only would they be performing, but they’d be doing it IN HEELS. It might not be en pointe, but he’d bet A LOT of money that Laurent wouldn’t be able to dance in five inch stilettos. Imagine the look on Nik’s face. Just IMAGINE it. But Nik agrees once Damen explains what a pompous asshole the ballet dancer next door was, and how he basically said that hip hop was EASY.

Imagine Laurent being dragged along by Nicaise, who witnessed this first interaction. Imagine Laurent’s jaw drop when Damen, Nik, and Pallas start dancing. Think about how Laurent would work so hard to bring his face back to neutral, to keep his expression bored and impassive (After the performance, Damen would approach Laurent, still in those stilettos. Laurent would NOT be staring at those thighs. He would NOT be watching how Damen’s body moved in those heels. “What did you think of our performance? Think you could do something like that en pointe?” Damen would ask. “It was…adequate.” Laurent would reply.) He would try to play it off like it wasn’t all that impressive, but Nicaise would already be begging Laurent to sign him up for an intro to hip hop class. Laurent would argue against it, but since Nicaise rarely actually asks for anything outright, he let’s him sign up.

Imagine Nicaise begging Laurent to take the class with him. Laurent would say no way, but Damen would overhear them arguing about it one day on his way out of the studio and he’d impulsively (suuuuure, Nik would say later, it was *impulsive*…it has NOTHING to do with the fact that he’s beautiful and Blonde) tell them that he wanted them to come check out the class this session, his treat.

Imagine Laurent deciding that he’ll go just to humor Nicaise, and staying to prove to himself that he can best Damen in this form of dance just like any other form of dance.

And then think about how Laurent’s uncle tells Laurent that he has to perform at the yearly dance fundraiser, at least, if he wants to keep his studio, he does. Imagine his uncle never specifying what KIND of dance he wants Laurent to perform. Imagine Laurent getting an idea about a petty way to get back at his uncle and show Damen what he’s capable of all in one go.

Imagine Laurent TELLING (not asking, TELLING) Damen that they will be performing together. Imagine Damen agreeing (Imagine Nik’s bitch-face. Imagine his suspicion. “He’s going to try to EMBARRASS YOU, DAMEN! HE WANTS OUR STUDIO TO FAIL! HE *SAID IT HIMSELF*! HE HATES YOU! HOW CAN’T YOU SEE THAT!?” “That was before…” “Before WHAT!!?!” “Before we DANCED together!” “ GOD you’re fucking hopeless. I give up. ….. Show me what you’re thinking for the break down at 1:15”) Imagine them working for months on the choreography. Imagine Laurent pushing Damen to make it more racy, more suggestive. Damen would be confused, but eventually he’d coax the story from Laurent, the terrible history behind Laurent’s uncle and the years of abuse. Once he understands what’s actually going on, he wants to kill Laurent’s uncle, but Laurent convinces him that this way is better. Damen gives in and commits himself to Laurent’s plan, and that second video clip is the result.

Of course they would fall in love during the months of rehearsal. (I *DESPERATELY* need there to be a scene where rehearsing for their performance just turns into them finally hooking up. Seriously watch that second link and tell me that the end of their choreography wouldn’t be the perfect place for all of that sexual tension to explode. Just imagine Damen staring up at Laurent, already on his knees, and realizing that Laurent is hard…JFC KILL ME NOW. Laurent of course would INSIST that Damen keep the heels on. Damen doesn’t argue.)

They would ultimately figure out a way to get control of the non-profit back from his uncle, and end up combining their dance studios. Laurent would teach ballet, but would collaborate with Damen on fusion performance pieces. Damen would keep dancing in stilettos, and if he wears them for other activities, well that’s between him and Laurent. Nicaise would study both ballet and hip hop, and go on to win a scholarship to study dance.

Nicaise would be so busy between class and rehearsals that it’d be difficult for him to take time off to come home for Damen and Laurent’s wedding, but there’d be NO FUCKING WAY he’d miss out on the dance party reception, so he’d find a way to make it work. 😆 .

SO YEAH THERE ARE THE BARE BONES OF THIS FIC SOMEONE GO WRITE IT PLEASE!

anonymous asked:

Hi I've been looking around for a fic with the pack playing baseball and I can't seem to fine any I was wondering if you know of any

Anonymous said: Could you maybe update the Sports tag? If it’s baseball better!

UGH the pics from Everybody Wants Some and Undrafted are making me SO thirsty for Baseball Player!Derek.  These couldn’t have come at a better time.  This list is a mix of the pack playing baseball and Baseball Player Aus, Batter up!  -Emmy <3

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The Rookie by Inell 

(1,521 I Teen I Complete)

It’s the first practice of spring training, and Derek realizes the new rookie, Stiles Stilinski, is going to make things interesting.

You Turned Around and Stole My Heart by merryofsoul 

(2,468 I Teen I Complete)

College baseball AU. What even is Stiles’ life.

Baseball Pants by thatfamoushappyending (betsytheoven)

(2,847 I General I Complete)

Scott shows Stiles a picture of the new pitcher for the Dodgers, and Stiles is suddenly an avid Dodgers fan.

Take Me Out To The Ballgame by zjofierose 

(3,063 I Teen I Complete)

It’s all fun and games until someone catches a baseball with their face, Stiles.

Dirt Lots and Backstops by Onlymystory 

(8,653 I Teen I Complete)

Written for Holly, who won one of my Sterek Campaign fics. Her request was “Sterek and baseball. Canon, not AU. Bonus for cheesy innuendos and the appearance of the San Francisco Giants.” Chapter 2 has the second bonus.

From the sidelines, Derek waved a hand. “You sure you want to pitch, Stiles? It doesn’t seem like your position.”
“I’m pretty flexible actually,” smirked Stiles. “But, I mean, as fun as catching can be, I’d rather pitch as a general rule.”
“Are we still talking about baseball?” Isaac rolled his eyes.
Stiles flashed him a grin. “Everyone handles balls a little differently, pup.”
“Oh my god,” muttered Erica.

Out of His League by Scikopathik 

(11,040 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek’s going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesn’t kill him first. Or vice versa.

In which Stiles is a personal trainer, and Derek is the shortstop for the LA Dodgers.

You Can Cry Wolf, But Stop Running by iamursforevrmre 

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Derek Hale is the third baseman for the Los Angeles Dodgers. Stiles doesn’t know why he has an apparent thing for third basemen and he has no clue why he’s even watching the Dodgers. He’s a Mets fan.

Sox and Bombers by Nanoochka 

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They didn’t normally discuss their games in deference to the sanctity of their respective teams and the ancient Yankees/Red Sox rivalry, but Derek had to admit it was nice to combine shoptalk and pillow talk with someone who understood. Still, Stiles was the enemy, even if Derek did spend an awful lot of time consorting with him. If by consorting you meant fucking him into the mattress.

Take Two and Hit To Right by gottalovev 

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Stiles enjoys ogling the very handsome shortstop of the varsity team while in class. One day, when he cannot have the seat he prefers to watch the baseball diamond, he starts a conversation on his desk (including cartoon characters and eventually sharing secrets).

Unfortunately, Stiles’ first meeting with the hot shortstop - crowd darling Derek Hale - doesn’t go well. When Hale turns out to be Stiles’ desk pen pal, will they be able to move past first impressions?

Everybody Wants Some Sterek by Electricviolinist, Marbleeyes     

(26,262 I Mature I Complete)

Loosely based on Everyone Wants Some. Stiles thought College was going to be a hundred times better than High School, especially after winning a baseball scholarship. It was a shame that he’d forgotten about his hidden talent of pissing off everyone he meets, especially a certain green-eyed team mate.

Beacon Hills Sandlot by Fanfiction_is_Literature 

(31,934 I Teen I Complete)

Stiles was just an average kid who had moved to Beacon Hills from San Francisco. He had no intention of fitting in to Beacon Hills, but a neighbor kid dragged him along to play baseball at an empty sandlot. Derek Hale ends up teaching Stiles a lot about both baseball and life.A Sandlot AU for Teen Wolf. I wanted one and I couldn’t find any so here :)

Reports of A Lover’s Tryst by CharWright5 

(32,442 I Explicit I Complete)

New York Mets shortstop Derek Hale was riding the high of being his team’s hero on Opening Day, only to have it come crashing down the very next day when pictures leak of him acting more than friendly with his roommate Stiles Stilinski. Now, not only is Derek outed before he wanted, but he’s also a target for more harassment and suddenly single after accusations fly over how the media caught wind of his secret relationship. And he’d thought his biggest issue during the season would be questions over a rumored contract extension and impending free agency.

This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam 

(38,340 I Mature I Complete)

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.

And it all begins with two white boards.

Catching The Wolf by  LPI3

(62,511 I Mature I WIP)

Stiles figured his first year of college would involve lots of studying, friends, and warming the bench on the ball field. He never figured he would be thrown behind the plate to catch the legendary ace pitcher Derek Hale. Now Stiles is just trying to survive the season and figure out what Derek is hiding.