#but look at her now! a stunning (and very chatty) young lady!

[superfluffychickens]

My camera can’t even capture how beautiful Honey’s feathers are, they absolutely glow in the sunlight. She grew up to be so gorgeous!

[enha-woodzies]

➸ CHAPTER 3 | " A NIGHT TO REENVISION "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 2.4k

taglist: @serendipitysung (beta reader), @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @fluffi @gyeraniee

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“Welcome! Welcome, dearlings, to the most awaited social event of the season! Behold, the Queen’s Court! The ever famous abode of our dearly beloved Queen, and home to all the grande festivities of the ton!

From the most stunning exteriors basking under the magnificent moonlit night, to the mornings of bliss overlooking the entirety of Northumberland, comes the imperial garden acclaimed for hosting luncheons and occasional fancy picnics for the ton’s paramount roster of elites.

A few walks from the garden and you’ll witness the magnificent gazebos on the Swan’s Lake that won’t be denied of such praise. Known to and open for everyone's appeasements, as the Queen herself generously gave the citizens the free will and spot to frolic about whenever they desire. These carefully embellished gazebos are not just eye-candy for most, but also a cradle of the ton’s banal scandals.

Ooh, you’ve read it right, dear. Scandals. Hmm, juicy ones at that. It’s like digging up a rare find or getting a taste of that incomparable tea after a long, jaded day; that is how clandestine scandals feel like after being unmasked to the invasive and ever attentive ton.

So, once again, may I remind you that such secrecies and mischiefs will be unearthed soon after every controversial social event. Keep your corsets steady and your boots firm for not one, but several shenanigans that will happen tonight, so much that you might barely take another breath of relief. As the day falls and the anticipated night comes, beware and be aware.

This has been the Daily Tattle, flipping the pen to rest for a one-night breather on the royal court. I will leave the rest up to you.”

Sparkling, multi-layered chandeliers hang above the finest dressed attendees of the ton. With cascading tiers of crystals shimmering against the royal walls, one would wonder if it's the mounted light fixture or the magnificent ladies strutting through the foyers.

To their right, lies a raised platform with Northumberland’s exquisite septet orchestra, and to their left, wide terraces situated two meters away from each other with a scenic view of the Queen’s bountiful, maze-like garden, huddles up the lords and ladies for a breath of fresh night’s air with glasses of champagnes in hand.

Butlers in their uptight wardrobe stand against huge pillars at every possible arched entrances surrounding the royal court, as the Queen’s top cooks attend to the abundant feast that's splendidly sprawled on the lengthy table at the end corner of the hall.

Most of the ton’s eligibles have been exchanging glances and boasting off impressive accomplishments along every corner of the room, and some were already taking the honors by dancing across the thickly, carpeted floor.

With all his might and family’s pride, Lord Jay, first-born of the Park Family, leads his clan to the hall with his elegant and stunning treasure of a sister in hand as Lord Niki has their fine-aged mother on his.

“Ah! Emily, darling, finally! So great to see you tonight!” Lady Yang quickly turned her head to their direction before slowly rushing to Lady Park’s side. “Your sons are ravishing as always, dear.” said Lady Park as she gives each gentleman an acknowledging nod.

“My, my! If it isn't the jewel of the elites. Miss Y/n, dear, you look very gorgeous. Adorned in all these lovely things, you'll surely go home tonight without missing out a single lord in sight.”

“That is, if they're a suitable match for my sister, Lady Yang.” Jay butts in with a chuckle while tapping his sister’s hand that's tightly gripping his arm.

“You don't say.” Lady Yang smirks to the man before peering over her shoulder to catch her son’s attention. “Jungwon, dear, why don't you and Miss Y/n make use of your time on the dance floor, hm? I'm actually quite parched. Lord Jay, would you do me the honor?”

Jay reluctantly obliged, as if he had any other choices for that matter. He let go of his sister and tended to Lady Yang’s request with a heavy heart.

The two clans disperse to keep themselves entertained as they have such a long night ahead of them. Niki and Daniel walk towards one of the terraces to chatter over what other sports they shall try soon, while Sunoo immediately gasps at the sight of the banquet on the corner end of the room, quickening his paces with exhilaration plastered on his face.

He peers over his shoulders, checking any threat in sight. No one wants to have their reputation sabotaged in the Daily Tattle after all, especially on a special evening. “Care to have a taste of our delicious cakes, young lord?” Sunoo bit his bottom lip with his eyes fixed on the several cakes offered in front of him. He clears his throat in a noble manner while swiftly pulling the ends of his velvety vest. “One tiny plate will do, please.” He smiles awkwardly to the cook before taking a dreamy bite on the fluffy two-layered vanilla cake.

Whereas, the two eligibles are buying themselves some time before finally having a worthwhile exchange. The lavishly looking gentleman gently bowed affront the gorgeous lady before him, handing over his open palm for consent. “May I?” Y/n stifles a giggle hoping her cheeks won't flush while in the presence of her cherished lord.

She looks at his eyes for a moment, searching for a glimmer of light, something from this night to keep for her mind’s bliss. “Miss Park?” Jungwon clears his throat. “Oh! Forgive me. I thought there was something in your eyes.” She chuckles lightly.

But Jungwon, being the ever so oblivious lad, blinks his eyes repeatedly in wonder. “Really? What do you suppose it was?” Y/n gulps down. “M… me-” She mutters under her breath but the young lad’s attention quickly shifts to another gentleman, walking his way towards the two. Y/n huffs out a sigh of relief with the comforting thought that Jungwon didn't probably heard what she mumbled.

“Lord Yang, Miss Park, a pleasant evening. Allow me to introduce myself.” Jungwon steps a few inches away from Y/n as his eyes jump from the man, to the lady in confusion.

“Lord Lee. Simply known by the ton as Lord Heeseung. Please, if you must, be my muse on the dance floor, Miss Park.” Y/n looks at Jungwon in slight worry, but the latter looks away, seemingly unbothered by the sudden intrusion.

“I… I suppose I must.” She slips her hand on the newly arrived gent’s with her gaze trailing off from the love of her life.

“I suppose I should take a gander on the uh… terrace.” Jungwon's lips curve into a small smile and though his dimples are evident, they didn't appear too transparent for Y/n's liking.

“My lady, allow me to uplift your night with my presence.” Heeseung bows to the beautiful miss before taking her hand to intertwine it with his.

To the crowd, it would seem like they were both sharing endearing looks as the lord himself was a known charmer, but on the young miss’ end, she was rather staring at his eyes imagining what it would feel like if it was Jungwon’s dreamy pair she was drowning herself into.

Y/n never muttered a single word to the charming lord. Despite his subtle boast about his indisputable achievements in the high society, Y/n just gracefully went with the flow and would let out amused chuckles here and there for the sake of being polite.

“Lord Lee.” Jay, in his most serious tone, approaches the two the instant the music came to an end.

“Ah! Lord Park. Such a pleasure to see you around. Your sister's very lovely.”

“Without a doubt. Now if you would give me the honor to dance with my sister, I would much highly appreciate the compliment.” Y/n furrows her eyebrows to her brother who just subtly scoot off the pretty lord with such dominance. Heeseung responds with an acknowledging nod, locking eyes with Jay, before handing Y/n’s hand to her almost domineering brother.

“For a moment there I thought you were being pompous again but on a positive note, I very much appreciated the save.” Y/n now has her hand tangled on her brother's arm while Jay caresses it with comfort.

“Not to worry, sister. I won't let you concern yourself with such men.”

“Such men? Confessedly, he's rather ravishing.”

“He’s rather chatty. The likes of him, tsk, tsk.” The two siblings walk around the massive court, eyeing noble lords in sight to keep the young miss heedful of her choices.

“Lord Heeseung, the ton's most favored bachelor and a very skilled gentleman.”

“Of what?” Y/n leans closer to her brother's shoulder.

“Of a lot of things. He’d actually make a fine husband, all good for properly leading a household.”

“But? Knowing you, brother, there's always a catch.”

“Do not concern yourself with him, sis.” Jay clicks his tongue.

“Care to tell me why? So far, he's the only man here whom you've extolled such virtues to me. I don't see anything wrong with him.”

“His secrets are darker than his smooth, charcoal locks. Trust me sister, such stories aren't for your ears. Let's just go after men that aren't too… known.”

“You're not making any sense at all, Jay.”

“What I'm trying to say, sister, is let us find you a man with humble roots and aspirations and the most necessary factor, a tad bit anonymous.”

“Well, I should find myself a farm boy then.”

“Good god, Y/n!” Jay hisses as he rolls his eyes. Y/n enjoys making fun of her brother. Knowing Jay’s temper, Niki and her would sometimes hide behind his bedroom door and play with the lights in his room to scare him off.

“You wouldn't want all of the ton's eyes on you now, would you? Tirelessly spying on your lives, even the tiniest details and flaws should go uncovered. The ton has a lot of matters to talk about already and making you an addition to their roster of hottest topics for gossip is no good for our family’s name." Jay whispers against Y/n’s ear. So much for handling his sister's affairs well, he couldn't handle his own temper the same way.

The two enter into a more secluded room, sufficiently away from the royal court and the people's intrusions, but giving the music enough room to enter. It was seemingly the Palace’s library, very much welcome to whomever likes to scan the lofty pages of the archaic, thickly covered books.

Jay gently removes his sister's hand on his arm. “It is my utmost duty and desire to chaperone you tonight, sister. But someone made an exclusive request to me and I very much trust them enough to uplift you for the remaining moments of the night.”

“Wait, why? Where are you off to?” Y/n looks at her brother in slight worry. “You know full well that I'm a man of my word. I gave away my consent to have you dance with this gentleman, and rest assured I will stay on the other side of this door for you.” Jay leans closer against his sister's ear. “You'll thank me later. Enjoy, sister.” And with that being said, Jay gently closes the door behind him, leaving Y/n in a room with nothing but lingering curiosity.

The room is a tad dim as the only sources of light present are the two chandeliers hanging against the ceiling, exuding a bright, orange glow and the few candelabras resting on each lengthy table.

Y/n gawks at the finest interiors and exquisite, Corinthian columns standing at every corner of the room. She happily twirls around the center of the floor when a sudden shuffling of fabric cuts in. She jerks her head to the culprit and is welcomed by a delightfully shocking sight near the open window on her right.

“My lord! Apologies.” Y/n gasps then curtsies before the man affront.

“My lady.” He retorts. The lass had to blink twice to confirm that what she just heard wasn't a mirage. “Forgive me for keeping the silence.”

“No, no! It's alright. I was just... surprised.” The lady lets out a chuckle. “What are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for my turn.” Y/n furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “The dance? That charming lord out there surely knows his way with the ladies.” The two exchange giggles but is soon replaced by an awkward silence.

“May I?” Jungwon lets out his open palm to the lady. Although he was initially against the idea, it seemingly puzzles him that he had to ask Jay this particular favor among others.

Why did he do it? Probably to keep themselves hidden from the ton. But why would he hide? No one knows for now.

Y/n softly slips her flimsy fingers on the gent’s smooth palm as Jungwon takes his time to place his hand on the lady’s waist. With the wonderful tune echoing from the dance hall, the two gladly join the music with an alluring waltz.

Light exhales, and foreheads an inch away, Y/n could've sworn she muttered something about the lord’s lips as her eyes were locked upon them almost the entire time. Jungwon, on the other hand, would unconsciously bite his bottom lip here and there to stifle his shyness, making Y/n’s stomach implode in multiple fireworks and butterflies.

With the slow motion of their bodies, Jungwon's eyes trail off from the lady’s lips, to her beautiful hazel orbs that are shimmering, thanks to the chandelier’s reflection. He fixes his gaze upon her, and so does she. Looking intently, the gent almost feels like he's floating, figuratively and literally, on the mysterious, yet captivating abyss that are her eyes.

“They're beautiful.” He mutters under his breath. Y/n’s eyes lit up at the sudden statement. “Your eyes. Has anyone ever told you that they're beautiful?” The gentleman continues.

Y/n bit her bottom lip before whispering a response. “One that I can vividly remember,” 

“I'm certain they know exactly what they're talking about.” Jungwon mutters softly. Their noses briefly touch each other and to her surprise, Jungwon doesn't even flinch. She thought it a way to continue, and she did.

“a little boy of ten named Yang Jungwon.”

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[rosesisupposes]

"Dedication has no reward." with whatever ship you think works best?

ROYALITY

Aka, this is penance for hurting all the boys recently. Prepare yourself for some Royalty Royality

Prompt Tag

word count: 1,924

pairing: Royality

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff

reader tags: @residentanchor @royally-anxious @bewarethegrammarpolice @jemthebookworm @arandompasserby  @sparkly-rainbow-salt @astral-eclipse​ @thelowlysatsuma @adorably-angsty and of course, @notveryglittery

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Crown Prince Patton, His Royal Highness and heir to the kingdom of Solarya, was a very friendly man. He thrived on the days he went out to meet the people of the kingdom, when he rode or walked through the markets and greeted his future subjects as they went about their normal errands. The Knight-Captain of his personal guard, Sir Roman, had his hands full on those days, keeping the prince safe without cutting him off from the public. The balance worked itself out as a loose ring of guards and Roman right by Patton’s side, alert and ready to counter any threat. But being there to watch him work was always distracting. The prince was raised in luxury, never having had to do errands or work for a living. Instead of creating distance, this difference created an opening. Patton would ask fishmongers how the catch had been and listen with interest and attention as they described weather and sea patterns. He nodded sagely as clothing merchants demonstrated the difference of cheap and well-made cloth, admired the qualities of produce as farmers burst with pride, and stopped to smell and compliment the color of a bouquet of peonies from the flower sellers. Every walk or ride through town brought new interactions. The earnest interest and validation he showed were why the people of the capital city were utterly charmed by their prince.

They weren’t the only ones.

One sunny morning, as Prince Patton walked through a wide open square, a tiny form dashed in front of him. The prince almost tripped, but caught himself as the toddler crashed into a guard’s leg. The little girl looked up, eyes huge.

“Hello, little miss!” Patton said gently, kneeling to her level. “I’m Patton! What’s your name?”

“I’m Val,” she squeaked out, staring warily at the armored men around her.

“Good morning, Val! Are those flowers I see?” the prince asked.

A gap-toothed grin spread as the child held up a fistful of daisies, half-woven into the beginnings of a crown. “I’m helping Mama,” she explained.

“And I’m sure you’re doing a great job,” Patton said warmly. “Where is your mama? Is she close?”

The girl placed her flowers on her dark hair as she pointed past the circle of guards. A woman with matching hair and similar dimples hovered there anxiously. Roman, as the closest, turned and bowed.

“Greetings, madam. Is this lovely young lady your daughter?”

“Yes, I’m so sorry, she knows she’s not supposed to be running away from me.”

Patton took Val’s hand and guided her to her mother. “Not a problem, my lady. I’m glad Val ran into us.”

“Oh my goodness gracious, Prince Patton!” the woman exclaimed, dropping into a deep curtsy. “I truly apologize-“

“There’s no need, mistress,” Roman interrupted, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Prince Patton wishes only to ensure that your daughter is well and happy. His Highness could never be inconvenienced by meeting such a charming subject and her lovely mother.”

A blush spread across the flower seller’s golden cheeks as she took her daughter’s hand and led her back to her stall, dipping one more curtsy as she went.

Back at the castle, Patton flopped onto a window seat as Roman took his regular place by the door.

“Knight-Captain? Roman?” he called.

“Your Highness? How may I assist you?”

“Oh, nothing, I just- what you said at the market today.”

Roman frowned. “Did I err in any way, Your Highness? I did not mean to offend.”

“No, no offense whatsoever!” Patton said, sitting up straight. “You, you just said a really nice thing to that flower seller, Val’s mother. About me and how much I care for my people.”

Roman willed the heat in his cheeks to not show through as he replied, “Was that not my place? I apologize-“

“No, I - I was glad to hear it. You didn’t need to reassure her, but you did. And you- so many people here,” Patton featured to the castle around them, “they think I’m wasting my time when I try to spend time with the commonfolk. They tell me it’s beneath me. But you- you were smiling. You think it’s a good thing?”

Roman hesitated, but nodded. “I do, Your Royal Highness. I don’t believe there is anything wrong with a ruler knowing more about those they rule over. I think the way in which you treat the folks at market is admirable.”

Patton smiled wide. “Thank you, Sir Roman! It means a lot to hear that. But, um. If you’d like- you can just call me Patton. If we’re not around my father or his advisors, of course.”

Roman was sure his blush was showing now. “I- wouldn’t it be rather improper?”

“Ugh, you sound like my father’s Grand Vizier. ‘Consorting with commoners is improper,’ ‘Napping during council meetings is improper,’ ‘Making shadow puppets in the torchlight is improper.’ He’s no fun whatsoever,” Patton grumbled.

“Sounds like he’s a party im-pooper,” Roman said before he could stop himself. He immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, blushing a deep red. But to his surprise, the prince was staring at him with shining eyes of delight.

“Sir Roman, you make such witty jokes and you’ve been holding out on me?”

“My role is to protect you, Your Highness. Not to be chatty.”

Patton’s expression drooped. “Oh. Yes, I see. I wouldn’t want to distract you from your duty.”

“Your Highness, I- I didn’t mean that I didn’t want to tell you jokes, I just wanted you to know why I haven’t before. Even if it is improper, I would like to be your friend as well as your guard.”

The prince softened. “I would like nothing more, Roman.”

“Nor would I, Your Hi- I mean, Patton.”

Roman had already been a constant presence at his prince’s side ever since his appointment when Patton came of age, but the change in Patton’s mood was now obvious to most residents of the castle. Let his father think it was a determination just to be a good student and ruler- he knew it was from having a guard and companion as delightful as Sir Roman.

Soon, Roman had perfected the art of imperceptibly whispering in Patton’s ear during grand receptions and banquets and meetings, murmured jokes and wicked nicknames for the many tedious advisors and foreign dignitaries. Patton quickly learned to conceal his giggles, laughing on the inside alone. But Roman could tell, in tiny shifts and tapping fingers on the arms of his throne, that Patton was entertained, and felt the glow of pride all the same.

Not quite four months of their first-name-basis had passed when another morning found them in the market. It was spring, almost the spring festival, and the courtyards and squares were filled with the heady perfume of flowers. Patton walked with his ring of loose guards as he greeted vendors and merchants and shoppers. He stopped by a flower cart, admiring the colors and wreaths.

“Oh, look at the lovely contrast here, of the light blue and red together,” he said, brushing the soft petals of some hydrangeas.

“Thank you sir- oh! Your Highness!” the seller exclaimed. It was the same one they’d run into months ago, and a wriggling head underneath the tablecloth that revealed itself to be Val confirmed it.

“My lady, it is wonderful to see you and Val again,” Patton said with a smile. “I don’t believe I got your name last time we met.”

“It’s Teresa, Your Highness, sir,” she said breathlessly, hands twisting in her apron strings.

“A pleasure, Mistress Teresa. Your handiwork is stunning,” the prince said gallantly. “Is there significance to these flowers?”

“Hydrangeas are used to represent heartfelt feelings, Your Highness. And gratitude, for being understood.”

Patton smiled softly at the light blue flowers that so well matched his personal crest and the livery his guard wore. “And the roses?”

“They’re LOVE!” Val cried happily from behind the stall.

Teresa smiled and smoothed her daughter’s hair. “That’s right, sweet pea. Red roses for romantic love.”

Patton leaned forward to bury his face in the lovely scents. Roman edged closer to the stall, watchful as ever. As the prince drew back, his expression was soft as he contemplated the blooms. Roman found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the sweet smile playing across the royal’s lips. Patton’s light blue eyes suddenly met his, but the expression didn’t change.

“They match you, Roman,” Patton said.As Roman’s mind suddenly started racing with implications, he continued.  “The blue and red match your uniform.”

Roman felt an unavoidable blush rising as he nodded. It was true- he wore Patton’s personal livery and the red sash that denoted him the leader of the guard. That was surely all the prince had meant.

But that night in Patton’s chambers, the prince asked Roman to sit with him.

“Sir Roman, I feel I should apologize for the position I put you in today.”

“‘Sir Roman’? Did I do something wrong that you’re using my title again? You know you may always use just my first name,” the knight said warmly.

The prince ducked his head. “No, you haven’t done a thing wrong. I fear that I have, though. Earlier, in the market - I didn’t intend to embarrass you, or put you on the spot. I know that as your liege, I have an obligation to not make your service uncomfortable in any way, and I failed in that. I hope you can forgive me.”

Roman stared at his prince, confused. “Patton, in what way have you failed? I’ve never been uncomfortable around you - indeed, these past months have been some of the most enjoyable since I was but a boy on my mother’s farm.” He felt the lightest flush spreading over his cheeks as he added, “I find myself often forgetting that you are my liege rather than a friend of whom I am excessively fond.”

Patton looked up into Roman’s warm brown eyes. “I… feel the same way, Roman. I thought, today, with the flowers, that I was being too obvious. Heartfelt feelings of gratitude, and… love.”

Roman felt his breath catch in his chest. “You… you love me, too? I wasn’t just imagining it?”

Patton nodded, fully blushing now. “You feel the same way?”

“I hardly dared dream that it could ever be requited, dearest Patton,” Roman said, taking the prince’s hand in his. “Your kindness towards your people, your humility despite your position, the light in your eyes when you’re able to make someone smile… how could I not fall utterly and entirely in love?”

After a moment of hesitation, Patton lifted their entwined hands to kiss Roman’s. “And you, sweet knight, who cares for the soldiers in your command as you would yourself, who does his best to serve justly and well, who sees me as a man, not just a royal - is it any wonder I’ve become infatuated with you?”

Roman cupped Patton’s face, and slowly leaned in, their lips meeting in a chaste kiss that transformed them both into red-faced balls of giggles. Patton rested his head on his knight’s shoulder, a smile on his face.

“Are you sure you don’t get tired of me, my love? Spending every waking hour at my side?”

Roman kissed the top of Patton’s curly-blonde head. “Never, my sunshine. When my mission is to ensure no harm comes to you, there is no limit to how many hours I will gladly spend on guard. Dedication has no reward. Nor does it need one, not when it means I get to spend time with you.”

[ectoplasmbender]

Detention

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Sam muttered, surveying the dreary detention room. The harshly lit room was empty except for uncomfortable desks, a single cracked clock, and a teacher’s desk that had seen better days. Well, those items and the she-devil Paulina and her shadow Star.

“Is there really not anyone else today?! No punks, no ditchers, no pot heads, nothing?!” Sam swiveled around to face a bored looking Mr. Lancer, who was currently blocking her only escape.

“No.” He replied. “Not even Mr. Fenton today, it’s truly amazing isn’t it?” Sam couldn’t decide if he was being patronizing or if he was genuinely impressed.

Paulina’s eyes snapped up from the nails that she had been filing and met Sam’s in an equal show of resentment.

“How do you think I feel?” She whined. “I can’t even pretend to ignore you with only three of us here.” She paused, a thoughtful look settling on her features. “And there’s no boys here to give me compliments.” She added mournfully.

Sam rolled her eyes and instead focused on Star, who despite her usually chatty self, seemed oddly quiet and dare she say…forlorn.

“Well you ladies settle in and try not to kill each other. I have mountains of copies to make for tomorrow, so I’ll be a few rooms down the hall.” He gave them all a stern glare before continuing. “This means that I will hear any and all misconduct. They say this room has the thinnest walls in the whole school, you know.” He added with a smile.

“Really? I’ve heard the walls here are cement under the wallpaper.” Sam said under her breath. Lancer ignored her, putting his hand out. Sam sighed and dropped her phone into his open palm, and he nodded before walking off, the door swinging shut behind him.

Sam stood in place for a few more seconds, before awkwardly plopping down into a desk as far as possible from the other girls. She winced when her chair let out an awful squeak, echoing loudly in the silent room. Well…the almost silent room.

“Will you cut that out?” She demanded. Paulina’s noisy nail filing halted, as she shot Sam a look filled with so much venom that even she was impressed.

“I have to keep my nails at an even and healthy legnth or they’ll break. We don’t all have freakishly strong talons like you.” She snapped. Sam glanced at her own nails which were rather short, due to the constant ghost fighting.

“If you’re going to insult me, at least make it accurate.” She fired back. Paulina scoffed in return, but she put her file down, satisfied with her work.

“Whatever, freak.”

It was so quiet that Sam barely caught it at all. “Excuse me?” She replied carefully.

“You heard what I said.” She said haughtily. “I bet you’re in here for setting something on fire. Or doing some weird satanic-ritual in class.”

“I’m Jewish, you little witch.” Sam shot back.

She took some satisfaction in seeing Paulina looked genuinely surprised by that tidbit of information. Paulina, taken aback, was still thinking of another comeback when Star- who Sam had forgotten about- suddenly broke her silence.

“For heaven’s sake, would the two of you shut up!” She yelled.

“She started it!” Sam said, feeling a bit childish even as she said it.

“I don’t care!” Star moaned. “All you two ever do is fight and scream at each other. Doesn’t it get exhausting? It’s exhausting to listen to! Just cut it out so I don’t have to listen to it for all of detention.” Her head dropped into her arms, and her voice broke into a sob. “I’m not even supposed to be here.” She said softly. Her head lifted and she sat up again, her shoulders shaking. “I don’t ever get in trouble, and now I’m stuck listening to the two of you and I don’t know what’s worse!”

Sam and Paulina both were stunned silent by the outburst. Sam, feeling a bit awkward and immature, mumbled an apology. Paulina shot her another dirty look before walking to Star’s desk and rubbing circles on her back.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I know you don’t deserve to be here, neither of us do.” Sam raised an eyebrow at that, doubtful. Now that she thought about it, Star was a very well-behaved student. Paulina on the other hand…

“Um…” she began hesitantly. “Why are you guys here?” Paulina ignored her, but Star looked up at her curiously.

“We got detention for breaking the dress code.” She answered. “I got pulled from class because Mr. Falluca said I was ‘sending the wrong message’ for showing my shoulders.” She bit out angrily. “I just thought I looked cute when I put this shirt on. I wasn’t trying to send any message.”

“Especially to a gross middle-aged man.” Paulina added. She decided to acknowledge Sam again. “I’m in for my skirt.” She explained. “My algebra teacher said it was ‘distracting to the boys’”. She huffed. “As if they were paying attention to algebra in the first place.” Sam gave the two of them an odd look, observing Paulina as she continued to silently comfort Star.

“Huh…interesting.” she said. “I got pulled from class for wearing a crop top. Apparently my stomach is single-handedly preventing the male population of Casper High from receiving their education.” Star sniffled and sat up.

“Yeah, and apparently their education is more important than ours. Science is like, the one subject I actually like and they pulled me out of class! Now I gotta get the notes from someone.”

“Right.” Paulina agreed. “And I know I’ve seen boys at this school wear shorts shorter than my skirt. The only difference is that they have dicks and I’m cuter. But who gets dress-coded? Not them!”

Sam nodded her head. “Yeah it’s honestly such bullshit. The dress code specifically targets girls and shames us by sexualizing our bodies despite most of us being minors!” She walked over to the desk next to Star’s and sat down. “And you’re totally right, why is it that teachers complain that we’re disrupting education while also pulling us out of class and disrupting our education?”

“Oh you know why.” Paulina said. “It’s because our society values the education and comfort of boys over girls.” Sam blinked, impressed by the poignancy of that statement.

“Right.” She said. “You’re totally right.” She turned to face Star, who was looking much more passionate now than sad. “You know Star, your shirt is very cute! I don’t think any of us should be punished for dressing in a way that makes us feel comfortable and confident.”

“Thanks!” Star beamed at her. “And your stomach is crazy toned, do you work out?”

Sam laughed, thinking of the daily ghost hunting highjinks she took part in. “You could say that.”

Paulina coughed, catching both Star and Sam’s attention. “Um, you two are going to compliment each other but leave me out of it?” Star giggled, and reached for Paulina’s hand and squeezed it.

“You look beautiful today, Paulina.” Both girls looked at Sam expectantly, and she shrugged.

“Well your outfit is a bit pink for my tastes, but I think you pull it off.” She admitted. Paulina beamed at her.

“Thank you.” She said, only a bit smugly. Sam and her both grew quiet suddenly, realizing that they had just said nice things to each other. The awkward silence stretched out a bit longer, until Star broke it- again.

“Oh my gosh, grow up you two! You see how you can be civil around each other?!”

Sam sighed, perhaps more theatrical than necessary. “Well, I guess we have some things in common. I’m sorry for calling you a witch.”

“I’m sorry for implying you were one.” Paulina said. Star nudged her gently. “And for calling you a freak.” She added.

“Good.” Star said cheerfully. “Because we still have detention for the rest of the week, and I don’t want to hear yelling every day.”

“Maybe…maybe we don’t have to have detention again.” Sam said hesitantly. “Why not?” Paulina asked.

“Well, I think that after that little show of solidarity, we could be convincing enough to get other girls to join us in protesting the dress code. Maybe some boys too.” Star and Paulina looked skeptical, but Sam continued. “Think about it- I know how to organize this kind of stuff. But you guys have more influence than me. And both of you had very valid points. We can work together and at least get the faculty to consider the harms of the dress code.” Sam realized that she sounded maybe a bit too eager, so she quickly added, “and we wouldn’t have to be stuck together in detention again.” Star and Paulina mulled it over for a second, and nodded to each other.

“I’m in.” Star said, a determined look on her face.

“I’m not going to take fashion advice from anymore forty year old men.” Paulina said. Sam grinned, crossing her arms and leaning back into her chair.

“Alright, ladies. Let’s begin.”

… When Lancer stumbled back into the detention room with his arms full of paper, he nearly tripped and dropped everything in his shock. There in the center of the room were the three young ladies, huddled together and writing a list titled ‘Grievances Against the School Dress Code Policy’. He watched in stunned silence as the girls spoke amicably to one another, each giving suggestions and revising their list in a civil manner.

“Little Women!” He exclaimed. The three girls jumped, startled by his appearance, quickly attempting to hide their work. He shook his head, and carefully made his way to the old desk. “No, no, please continue. It’s honestly therapeutic to see the three of you getting along.” He slammed his papers onto his desk and looked up at their similarly shocked faces. “And I for one agree that the dress code policy is disruptive to learning.” He added with a smile. “But if anyone asks, I didn’t see this happening.” The three girls smiled, and he sat in his desk, feeling more satisfied than he ever had before when on detention duty.

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Swedish mail order brides have been attracting males from the western

Swedish mail order brides have been attracting males from the western

Gorgeous girls that are scandinavian and draw attention effortlessly. Those blond gorgeous have big appeal among males through the United States. A look that is different the very first thing that guys notice. There is pictures of stunning mail-order that is swedish at internet dating sites and even attempt to talk to a few of the girls.

Attempting to get yourself a mail that is swedish bride is a desire of plenty of contemporary males. You may already know Russian, Polish single adutch brides and Ukrainian brides may also be quite popular, nevertheless, “free” in the head Westerners, those girls are way too old-fashioned. In the event that you nevertheless wish to marry a international girl, gorgeous Swedish females can tick all of the boxes. Swedish Brides are appealing, they choose equality in marriage, it works and supply when it comes to family members and are hot.

Getting A swedish bride is like finding a fantastic lover and a closest friend. Should this be what you are searching for, then wedding with a female from Sweden can perhaps work away completely for your needs.

Continue reading this article in order to find reasons why Swedish singles become perfect brides for males through the United States, just how to date them and exactly what mail purchase bride solutions to utilize to meet up with those blondes that are cute.

Why Many Westerners Want Dating Swedish Women?

Swedish brides are sexy and charming, there’s no question about any of it. But, it can’t end up being the only reasons why Westerners wish to date them a great deal. Along with our worldwide relationship professionals, we discovered 5 reasoned explanations why girls that are scandinavian popular among Westerners:

They Will Have Natural Splendor

Swedish ladies for marriage are of this most well known since they look stunning. You may already know, many girls listed here are blinded, face blue eyes and light color epidermis. But, you are able to meet women with dark locks too. A number that is big of girls are fit and also great figures, still, you can view pictures of curvy women. Swedish may be petite also high. Frequently, their height is approximately 160-175 cm. Those Westerners whom see Sweden when it comes to first-time, genuinely believe that all of the girls from the roads are models. You should have the impression that is same you begin using a relationship platform and view pictures of single feminine Swedes.

Swedish Brides Select Equality in Wedding

While you are working if you want to get a Swedish wife, don’t expect her to clean the house, cook Neal’s three times a day, and sit at home with kids. Swedish women enjoy working and can’t imagine their life without one. Swedish Brides hate whenever men let them know how to proceed once they dominate and believe that their spouses don’t well worth to obtain salaries that are high. An effective Swedish bride is a girl who would like to have a similar legal rights as a person. She works, she spends free fine to you or her buddies, she does sport and she enjoys traveling. In the event that you take to to create a housewife of the Swedish partner, your wedding will unlikely work down.

They Value Family

Pretty girls that are swedish maybe perhaps not in a hurry to have hitched and also young ones. Unlike Russian and Ukrainian girls who attempt to get hitched and also have young ones by the chronilogical age of 25-30, Swedish brides don’t put age structures. Swedish Brides research, work, enjoy their life by traveling, investing great deal of the time using their friends, etc. Nevertheless, it does not signify they don’t value family members. Swedish individuals are family-oriented in addition they reside young ones however they frequently have hitched and start to become parents nearer to their 40s.

They truly are Keen On Traveling

Swedish females get one hobby-they want to travel. They arrive from the developed and country that is rich the values for located in Sweden are extremely high. Therefore, Swedes can effortlessly manage to travel around the globe. When you yourself have the exact same pastime, then chances are you have actually a really high opportunity to develop an enchanting relationship fast and discover a lot in accordance. By sharing the exact same pastime, you and your Swedish gf will end up a family members considerably faster.

Swedish Ladies Are Particularly Intimate

Lots of males see Swedish brides as arrogant and cold, nevertheless, all of it goes when you are getting to learn a woman closer. Swedish individuals are shy and reserved however they are open-minded, chatty and funny once you become people they know. Swedish spouses are romantic, passionate, hot and sensual. Simply offer it some time become familiar with A swedish woman who you love better. Swedish Brides love plants, intimate times, and gift suggestions, therefore keep this at heart whenever dating a lady out of this nation.

Therefore now you understand 5 information about Swedish girls for wedding and certainly will realize why a lot of Westerners want up to now and marry them. It’s time and energy to discover exactly exactly what mail purchase bride solutions will help you get knowledgeable about stunning girls from Sweden.

Top 5 Mail Order Bride that is swedish services

These websites are opted for with subjective standpoint but taking under consideration their intriguing and appealing features that can certainly make your remain on these websites enjoyable. There are numerous good websites to go to, however these web web sites can be worth your attention, yet always be careful and vigilant when using any web web site whenever you want.

VictoriaHearts.com

Signup at Victoriahearts.com mail purchase bride service and date girls that are beautiful Stockholm, Malmo, Gothenburg. Seek out hot brides from around whole Sweden and talk to as much girls have you been want without leaving your house. Find your perfect and hot bride from abroad and develop a significant relationship online. You shall enjoy fulfilling sweet Sweden females, communicating with them and viewing their pictures.

MatchTruly.com

Another amazing relationship platform that may provide you with meaningful connections which help you to get familiar with a big wide range of solitary Swedish women for wedding is MatchTruly.com. Sign up for free, produce a free account, include your pictures and flick through informative pages with pictures and videos. Buy credits to deliver girls text and vocals messages, make movie calls, purchase presents distribution, request their email address and see their photos that are private. You are likely to enjoy spending your spare time here.

ValenTime.com

Velentime.com dating internet site is yet another legit and affordable in terms of dating that is international. This platform possesses much larger choice of Swedish ladies than neighborhood sites that are dating Sweden. Signup for free and seek out your personal future wife that is scandinavian the town, age, marital status, kiddies, degree of training, career, faith, ingesting and cigarette smoking practices, plus the relationship kind that you will be interested in. The website shall enable you to find matching brides by learning your profile. Therefore, don’t delay filling and registering in your profile with information regarding your self.

JollyRomance.com

The following dating website that will assist you to find your own future Swedish bride is named JollyRomance. The key top features of this relationship platform are advanced interaction tools, in-depth search and algorithm that is matching. It gives an amiable user interface and effortless navigation. Jolly Romance mail purchase bride solution will see you appropriate brides so you won’t need to flick through a huge selection of pages, viewing pictures and delivering messages to women that may well not search for exactly the same things as you. Start conference sexy Sweden babes now by registering inside a clicks that are few.

RomanceTale.com

The very last dating internet site that one may join 100% free today and discover exactly how good it really works is named Romance Tale. This international dating internet site has an enormous experience and a huge selection of success tales to fairly share with brand brand brand new people. Get familiar with pretty ladies from big and cities that are small Sweden whom look for international dudes up to now and acquire hitched to. Enroll, offer your information that is personal and your needs to your prospective bride. If you’re looking for a female for wedding, choose “marriage” as being a relationship objective and satisfy brides who will be interested in exactly the same. Have actually a great time fulfilling charming young and mature brides from Sweden, talk and establish relationship that is romantic.

Just exactly What you think about these five dating platforms? Select a Swedish spouse finder that suits your needs perfectly. See each one of these mail purchase bride solutions and test them. Each provides free enrollment, in order to do an effort period and select the platform that really works the most effective for you personally.

Conclusion

Swedish ladies are wonderful. They combine independence and romance. It works difficult but they could be gentle and soft. Then you will enjoy browsing through profiles that belong to hot Swedes if you dance blonde women. These women have lots of attention from Westerners, therefore should always be persistent if you would like obtain A swedish girlfriend. These ladies might appear bashful and reserved once we have mentioned when you look at the article however it shouldn’t stop you.

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