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isn’t she lovely ✧ marc spector

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request: Hi! This is my first time requesting and I love how you wrote for our moonboys. I notice a lot of fics have Steven meeting reader working at the museum. I was wondering if there could be a situation for Marc or Jake that has a fluffy meeting the first time because I feel like they deserve that. There could be eventual smut but doesn’t have to. - anon

summary: marc has a crush on the girl he always sees at the café.

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader

word count: 1,204

warnings?: fluff, meet cute, not proofread

Marc wasn’t fond of spending time in London. He respected it, knowing that Steven loved the city. Steven had a job he loved, a home he loved. He had a reason to stay, and so Marc didn’t push about moving elsewhere. The one time he brought it up in passing, talking about maybe moving back to Chicago one day, Steven got so tore up that Marc dropped it without a second thought. So, Marc kept his thoughts to himself and tried to figure out a way to make London a tad more bearable. 

That’s how he found this little 24-hour café just around the block from Steven’s flat. It was a quaint, little place. It had plush chairs that you could sink into and take a nice, long nap in (which he sometimes did, when he got back late from a mission for Khonshu). The ambient music that played was oddly comforting. The coffee wasn’t half-bad, either. A tad overpriced, but better priced (and better made) than the shit he could get at the nearest Starbucks. Plus, sometimes, he’d get to see the pretty woman who sat in the corner booth, typing away at your laptop, completely engrossed in your work. 

You weren’t there all the time. There really was no rhyme or reason to when you’d be at the café. But when you showed up, you were there for hours, drinking the same drink. A white chocolate mocha, every time. Always just the one that you’d drink the entire you were there. Some days, you finished it. Other days, you tossed a half-empty cup in the trash on your way out. 

Marc felt something like a freak when he watched you. He didn’t mean to. It’s just…You looked kind. You looked like the kind of person Steven would fall head-over-heels in love with. (And, if he was being honest, you looked like that kind of person to Marc, too.) He couldn’t help but wonder about you, about what it would be like to actually know you. He hoped you didn’t notice. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was some creep. 

He didn’t expect you to come in tonight. You hadn’t come in for over a week. (He was more than a little bit concerned, but he wasn’t sure how to check in on you.) But when he walked in, he saw you sitting in your little corner booth, typing away at your computer. Your head lifted when the bell above the door jingled. Your entire face lit up, a smile stretched across your face. You lifted your hand, waving at him. 

Marc looked around, trying to make sure you were motioning at him. It had to be. It was only you, the barista, and him. 

“Yeah, you!” you said. You had a pretty accent. Marc wished he could listen to it all the time. You waved your hand, motioning for him to walk towards you. “C’mere!”

Marc stumbled forward. His feet felt oddly heavy. What the hell was happening? What…What were you doing? Was this real? Was he stuck in a dream world right now? He slid into booth, sitting on the opposite end of you. A thousand questions were on the tip of his tongue as you pushed a drink toward him, but he didn’t get to ask a single one. 

“Americano, right?” you asked. “I’m pretty sure I heard you order that a few times.”

Marc nodded. “I—”

“Oh, good! I was worried that I got the wrong drink for a minute there. One of my friends always gets an Americano, and I thought maybe I got your order switched with hers. I’d buy you another, of course, if it wasn’t right. Wouldn’t be fair of me to make you drink something you hated, would it?”

Steven would love you. Maybe he should introduce you to him. Or would that be weird? He didn’t know you. He had no right to introduce you to anyone. (Besides, Marc loved you more. When was the last time someone thought of him like this?) 

“And then I worried you weren’t going to show up. I haven’t been here all week, so I wasn’t sure if you were in town. Holiday season, you know? People travel, wasn’t sure if you were that type of person. And then I thought, well maybe he is in town but this is the one night he doesn’t show up. I mean, just because you happen to be here the same days and times as me doesn’t me today would be the same, you know? Anyways, I’m so glad you’re here and—”

“What’s happening?” Marc finally managed to say.

Your brows pinched together. “What? Oh, I’m sorry! Got ahead of myself, didn’t I? I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Marc.”

“Nice to meet you, Marc. Anyways, I got it in my head that since we’re always here at the same time, it would be nice to actually get to know each other, you know? Fellow insomniacs unite, or something.” Panic washed over your face. “Oh, shit. I’m not being too presumptuous, am I? Oh, I shouldn’t have assumed anything! I’m so sorry, if you’d like to go back to your regular business and forget this all happened, that’s totally okay! I’m so—”

“Stop saying you’re sorry,” Marc said.

Your mouth slammed shut. 

“I’m, uh, terrible at small talk, but uh…What do you do? You know, when you’re not hiding out in a café at half-past midnight.”

Your mouth twitched up into a smile. “I think about the cute guy who’s also hiding out in a café at half-past midnight.”

Marc’s heart stuttered in his chest. Okay, Steven may love you if he ever met you, but Marc wanted to keep you to himself. If there was anything that was going to be wholly Marc’s…He wanted this to be it.

“Funny. I think about the cute girl who comes here.”

“A cute guy and a cute girl walk into a café,” you started. “…and, I don’t know. Some funny punchline, I guess. The girl freaks out about his coffee order and the guy totally thinks she’s a freak.”

“I would never think you’re a freak. It was endearing, actually.” Marc swallowed again. He lifted his drink, taking a long sip. “I can’t remember the last time someone just…did something for me. No strings attached.”

“That’s a sad life to live.”

Marc shrugged. 

“Well, every time I come here, I’m gonna get you a drink. Okay? No strings attached.”

Marc paused, a thought popping into his head. He wanted to ignore it, but…Well, it was so tempting. “Actually, I’d like one string attached.”

You raised a brow, waiting for him to continue. 

“I’ll let you get me a drink every time you come in, if you let me to take you out to dinner.”

Your smile grew wider. “Like a date, you mean?”

“A proper date. Fancy restaurant, flowers and chocolates. Maybe a horse and carriage, if I can find one. I mean, this is London, isn’t it? All historical and shit. Someone’s gotta have a horse and carriage business.”

“You know, that would be lovely.”

“Almost as lovely as you.”

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Hey ghouls,

It's Monday again, which means it's time for our 4th and final cast announcement for season three.

May we present... 

The inimitable Marnie Warner, who is back as Eulalie's sister, Parker. What would this haunting even be without the sibling drama?!! Marnie Warner is a Chicago based theater and voice actor. You can hear her in podcasts across all genres, including Hit the Bricks, H.G. Wells Has His Regrets, Morland P.I, Where the Stars Fell, and Two Flat Earthers Kidnap a Freemanson. When not doing theater-type things, she’s probably reading, going out for breakfast, or looking at cats on the internet. For more information, visit her website at marniewarner.carrd.co/

Mihai Matei joins us this season as Cemetery Ghost and Poltergeist 4. Mihai is a London based VA whose hobbies include DnD, games and cycling. Find Mihai on Twitter @MihaiMateiVA

Natalie Hunter, returns as one of the voices of The Apartment! Natalie Hunter is a voice actor, singer, and screenwriter, and works as a research administrator by day. She is passionate about storytelling, the ocean, her cat Luna, and coffee. Find Natalie online at nataliehunter.carrd.co

Nick Mercer joins the haunting as FF House Ghost 1 and FF House. Nick Mercer is a voice actor and audiobook narrator with an incredibly versatile narration style, ranging from “friendly, positive guy next door” and “intelligent, articulate professional.” His background prior to voiceover includes Theatrical Performance, Music Production, Sales, and Education. Nick lives in North DFW with his beautiful – and genius – wife Corrie , their daughter Zoey, and their two dogs, Maisie and Loki. When he’s not firefighting or performing voiceovers, Nick loves watching anime, playing D&D, and platinuming FromSoft titles.  Find Nick online at NickMercerVO.com

Paul H. Rollins is back as Nick, the gruff brute-squad member of You Haint Seen Nothin' Yet. Paul is a musician, aerosol artist, and cat caretaker with a M.S. in Microbiology.

Ray O'Hare joins us this season as Bill, McMansion, and Longfellow's ghost. (Oooh, there's that morbid Victorian poetry, huh?) Ray has over 20 years of professional stage experience, and as a voice actor has appeared in video games, animation and audio drama. He lives in the Boston area with his wife and daughter, and past jobs include toy demonstrator for FAO Schwarz, historical reenactor, and graveyard tour guide.

Roanna Cruz joins us this season as Poltergeist 5! Roanna is a bilingual Filipino American voice actor based in Los Angeles. Whether it's a commercial, animation, game, or audio drama, she just loves collaborating on productions and having fun in the recording booth! To learn more about her, visit RCruzVO.com.

Sian Luxford joins us this season as Professor 1! Sian Luxford is an actor based in Sydney, Australia. After working in screen acting for over two decades, Sian decided to take the leap into voice acting in 2023, and quickly fell in love with it. Sian is thrilled to be joining the amazing cast of The Way We Haunt Now. Find Sian online at sianluxford.com

Sneha Kumar joins us as E. Drawing Ghost 3 and the Airport Gate Attendant. Sneha Kumar is a voice actor who has been in the field since 2018. She mostly focuses on character work, but is always interested in diving into other areas of voiceover work. Along with being a voice actor, she is also a singer, self-taught dancer, a cosplayer, and currently attends Savannah College of Art and Design (SCAD) for sound design. She is very excited to be a part of the cast and deliver a wonderful performance! Find Sneha online at https://skumarvoice30.wixsite.com/sneha-kumar

We're so delighted Tal Minear is returning as Myrtle, who's GOING to make the rest of You Haint Seen Nothin' Yet think about the consequences of their actions, dammit! Tal is a SoCal based voice actor, sound designer, and fiction podcast producer. They're the creator of Re: Dracula, Sidequesting, What Will Be Here?, and several other productions that can be found hiding under rugs and around corners. Tal can be heard in audio fiction shows such as Tales of the Echowood, Mayfair Watcher's Society, Deconstructive Criticism, and more. Find them online at talminear.com

Tarek Esaw joins the haunting this season as Poltergeist 3! Tarek Esaw is an Arkansas-based voice actor with a background in theatre. When they are not drowning in schoolwork or struggling at their 9-5, you can catch them at a D&D session or binging horror movies. Their voice can now be heard in the audiodramas Among the Stars and Bones as Hudson Desha, Tales From the Fringes of Reality as Sparrow, and the upcoming animated pilot Myths in Manhattan as both Julius and Pour. Find them on Twitter: @TarekEsawVO

Tim Lowe is back as our weird and wonderful radio host, Jon Harker, who, hmmm.... no.... spoilers. You'll just have to listen to find out. Tim is a podcaster and voice actor who has appeared in numerous shows. He regularly hosts Minds at Yeerk and has made several guest appearances on shows such as Judging Book Covers and Panelology. He has appeared in a variety of shows such as The Lafresian Chronicles, Tunnels, and Haunted Hell House of Horrors. He can be found on Twitter @Remobware which he will be more than happy to explain if you tweet at him.

Trenton Butt joins us this season as E. Drawing Ghost 1. Trenton Butt is a twenty-one year old voice actor, finishing their final year of college while also pursuing voiceover at the same time. They have been featured in various award-winning video games, indie animations, and trending podcasts, as well as being a published author. When not in the booth, they can be found either bothering their dog Letty, or playing video games. Find Trenton online at trentonbuttvoices.com

And that's it, folks. That's our slate of ghosts, ghouls, haunted humans, and show-within-a-show characters for season three.

I'm pretty sure this cast is the best one there is to be found in the void, and I can't wait to show you what we've created... sometime this month. 

Yours ghoulishly,

Courtney

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Top 10 Courses in Demand Globally: Universities and Career Opportunities

In today’s dynamic and evolving job market, choosing the right course of study is crucial for securing a successful and fulfilling career. Here are the top 10 courses that are in high demand globally, along with the universities offering them and the career opportunities they unlock.

Data Science and Analytics

Top Universities: Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Stanford University, University of California, Berkeley

Career Opportunities: Data Scientist, Data Analyst, Machine Learning Engineer

Computer Science and IT

Top Universities: Carnegie Mellon University, University of Cambridge, National University of Singapore

Career Opportunities: Software Developer, Cybersecurity Specialist, IT Consultant

Artificial Intelligence and Machine Learning

Top Universities: University of Oxford, California Institute of Technology (Caltech), ETH Zurich

Career Opportunities: AI Researcher, Machine Learning Engineer, Robotics Engineer

Business Administration and Management

Top Universities: Harvard Business School, INSEAD, London Business School

Career Opportunities: Business Consultant, Marketing Manager, Operations Manager

Finance and Accounting

Top Universities: University of Pennsylvania (Wharton), London School of Economics (LSE), University of Chicago (Booth)

Career Opportunities: Financial Analyst, Investment Banker, Chartered Accountant

Medicine and Healthcare

Top Universities: Johns Hopkins University, University of Toronto, University of Melbourne

Career Opportunities: Physician, Surgeon, Healthcare Administrator

Engineering (Various Disciplines)

Top Universities: Stanford University, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), University of Tokyo

Career Opportunities: Civil Engineer, Mechanical Engineer, Electrical Engineer

Law

Top Universities: Yale Law School, University of Cambridge, University of Melbourne

Career Opportunities: Lawyer, Legal Advisor, Corporate Counsel

Environmental Science and Sustainability

Top Universities: University of California, Berkeley, University of Oxford, University of British Columbia

Career Opportunities: Environmental Consultant, Sustainability Specialist, Conservation Scientist

Digital Marketing

Top Universities: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign, University of California, Davis, IE Business School

Career Opportunities: Digital Marketing Manager, SEO Specialist, Content Strategist

These courses are designed to equip you with the skills and knowledge needed to thrive in today’s competitive job market. Top universities around the world offer specialized programs that are aligned with industry trends, ensuring that graduates are well-prepared for the future.

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Alvin Ailey born on January 5th 1931, in Rogers, Texas, at the height of the Great Depression in the violently racist and segregated south, during his youth Ailey was barred from interacting with mainstream society. Abandoned by his father when he was three months old, Ailey and his mother were forced to work in cotton fields and as domestics in white homes—the only employment available to them. As an escape, Ailey found refuge in the church, sneaking out at night to watch adults dance, and in writing a journal, a practice that he maintained his entire life. Even this could not shield him from a shiftless childhood spent moving from town to town as his mother sought employment, being abandoned with relatives whenever she took off on her own, or watching her get raped at the hands of a white man when he was five years old.

Looking for greater job prospects, Ailey’s mother departed for Los Angeles in 1941. He arrived a year later, enrolling at George Washington Carver Junior High School, and then graduating into Thomas Jefferson High School. In 1946 he had his first experience with concert dance when he saw the Katherine Dunham Dance Company and Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo perform at the Los Angeles Philharmonic Auditorium. This awakened an until then unknown spark of joy within him, though he did not become serious about dance until 1949 when his classmate and friend Carmen De Lavallade dragged him to the Melrose Avenue studio of Lester Horton.

Ailey studied a wide range of dance styles and techniques—from ballet to Native American inspired movement studies—at Horton’s school, which was one of the first racially integrated dance schools in the United States. Though Horton became his mentor, Ailey did not commit to dancing full-time; instead he pursued academic courses, studying romance languages and writing at UCLA. He continued these studies at San Francisco State in 1951. Living in San Francisco he met Maya Angelou, then known as Marguerite Johnson, with whom he formed a nightclub act called “Al and Rita”. Eventually, he returned to study dance with Horton in Los Angeles.

He joined Horton’s dance company in 1953, making his debut in Horton’s Revue Le Bal Caribe. Horton died suddenly that same year in November from a heart attack, leaving the company without leadership. In order to complete the organization’s pressing professional engagements, and because no one else was willing to, Ailey took over as artistic director and choreographer.

In 1954 De Lavallade and Ailey were recruited by Herbert Ross to join the Broadway show, House of Flowers. Ross had been hired to replace George Balanchine as the show’s choreographer and he wanted to use the pair, who had become known as a famous dance team in Los Angeles, as featured dancers. The show’s book was written and adapted by Truman Capote from one of his novellas with music from Harold Arlen and starred Pearl Bailey and Diahann Carroll. Ailey and De Lavallade met Geoffrey Holder, who performed alongside them in the chorus, during the production. Holder married De Lavallade and became a life-long artistic collaborator with Ailey. After House of Flowers closed, Ailey appeared in Harry Belafonte’s touring revue Sing, Man, Sing with Mary Hinkson as his dance partner, and the 1957 Broadway musical Jamaica, which starred Lena Horne and Ricardo Montalbán. Drawn to dance, but unable to find a choreographer whose work fulfilled him, Ailey started gathering dancers to perform his own unique vision of dance.

Alvin Ailey, a.k.a. Alvin Ailey Jr., founded the Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater (AAADT). He created AAADT and its affiliated Ailey School as havens for nurturing black artists and expressing the universality of the African-American experience through dance. His work fused theatre, modern dance, ballet, and jazz with black vernacular, creating hope-fueled choreography that continues to spread global awareness of black life in America. Ailey’s choreographic masterpiece Revelations is recognized as one of the most popular and most performed ballets in the world. In this work he blended primitive, modern and jazz elements of dance with a concern for black rural America. On July 15, 2008, the United States Congress passed a resolution designating AAADT a “vital American cultural ambassador to the World.” That same year, in recognition of AAADT’s 50th anniversary, then Mayor Michael Bloomberg declared December 4 “Alvin Ailey Day” in New York City while then Governor David Paterson honoured the organization on behalf of New York State.

Ailey loathed the label “black choreographer” and preferred being known simply as a choreographer. He was notoriously private about his life. Though gay, he kept his romantic affairs in the closet. Following the death of his friend Joyce Trisler, a failed relationship, and bouts of heavy drinking and cocaine use, Ailey suffered a mental breakdown in 1980. He was diagnosed as manic depressive, known today as bipolar disorder. During his rehabilitation, Judith Jamison served as co-director of AAADT.

Ailey died from an AIDS related illness on December 1, 1989, at the age of 58. He asked his doctor to announce that his death was caused by terminal blood dyscrasia in order to shield his mother from the stigma associated with HIV/AIDS.

Choreography

Cinco Latinos, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Kaufmann Concert Hall, New York City, 1958.

Blues Suite (also see below), Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Kaufmann Concert Hall, 1958.

Revelations, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Kaufmann ConcertHall, 1960

Three for Now, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Clark Center, New York City, 1960.

Knoxville: Summer of 1915, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Clark Center, 1960.

(With Carmen De Lavallade) Roots of the Blues, Lewisohn Stadium, New York City, 1961.

Hermit Songs, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Library of Congress, Washington, D.C., 1963.

Ariadne, Harkness Ballet, Opera Comique, Paris, 1965.

Macumba, Harkness Ballet, Gran Teatro del Liceo, Barcelona, Spain,1966, then produced as Yemanja, Chicago Opera House, 1967.

Quintet, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Church Hill Theatre, Edinburgh Festival, Scotland, 1968, then Billy Rose Theatre, New York City, 1969.

Masekela Langage, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, American Dance Festival, New London, Connecticut, 1969, then Brooklyn Academy of Music, New York City, 1969.

Streams, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Brooklyn Academy of Music, 1970.

Gymnopedies, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, Brooklyn Academy of Music, 1970.

The River, American Ballet Theatre, New York State Theater, 1970.

Flowers, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, ANTA Theatre, 1971.

Myth, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1971.

Choral Dances, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1971.

Cry, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1971.

Mingus Dances, Robert Joffrey Company, New York City Center, 1971.

Mary Lou’s Mass, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1971.

Song for You, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1972.

The Lark Ascending, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre, New York City Center, 1972.

Love Songs, Alvin Ailey City Center Dance Theater, New York City Center, 1972.

Shaken Angels, 10th New York Dance Festival, Delacorte Theatre, New York City, 1972.

Sea Change, American Ballet Theatre, Kennedy Center Opera House, Washington, D.C., 1972, then New York City Center, 1973.

Hidden Rites, Alvin Ailey City Center Dance Theater, New York City Center, 1973.

Archipelago, 1971,

The Mooche, 1975,

Night Creature, 1975,

Pas de “Duke”, 1976,

Memoria, 1979,

Phases, 1980

Landscape, 1981.

Stage

Acting and dancing

(Broadway debut) House of Flowers, Alvin Theatre, New York City, 1954 – Actor and dancer.

The Carefree Tree, 1955 – Actor and dancer.

Sing, Man, Sing, 1956 – Actor and dancer.

Show Boat, Marine Theatre, Jones Beach, New York, 1957 – Actor and dancer.

Jamaica, Imperial Theatre, New York City, 1957 – Actor and lead dance.

Call Me By My Rightful Name, One Sheridan Square Theatre, 1961 – Paul.

Ding Dong Bell, Westport Country Playhouse, 1961 – Negro Political Leader.

Blackstone Boulevard, Talking to You, produced as double-bill in 2 by Saroyan, East End Theatre, New York City, 1961-62.

Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright, Booth Theatre, 1962 – Clarence Morris.

Stage choreography

Carmen Jones, Theatre in the Park, 1959.

Jamaica, Music Circus, Lambertville, New Jersey, 1959.

Dark of the Moon, Lenox Hill Playhouse, 1960.

(And director) African Holiday (musical), Apollo Theatre, New York City, 1960, then produced at Howard Theatre, Washington, D.C., 1960.

Feast of Ashes (ballet), Robert Joffrey Company, Teatro San Carlos, Lisbon, Portugal, 1962, then produced at New York City Center, 1971.

Antony and Cleopatra (opera), Metropolitan Opera House, Lincoln Center, New York City, 1966.

La Strada, first produced at Lunt-Fontanne Theatre, 1969.

Leonard Bernstein’s Mass, Metropolitan Opera House, 1972, then John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, Washington, D.C., and Philadelphia Academy of Music, both 1972.

Carmen, Metropolitan Opera, 1972.

Choreographed ballet, Lord Byron (opera; also see below), Juilliard School of Music, New York City, 1972.

Four Saints in Three Acts, Piccolo Met, New York City, 1973.

Director

(With William Hairston) Jerico-Jim Crow, The Sanctuary, New York City, 1964, then Greenwich Mews Theatre, 1968.

In 1968 Ailey was awarded the Guggenheim Fellowship for Creative Arts, US & Canada. In 1977 he received the Spingarn Medal from the NAACP. He received the Kennedy Center Honors in 1988, was inducted into the National Museum of Dance and Hall of Fame in 1992, inducted into the Legacy Walk in 2012, and posthumously received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from President Barack Obama in 2014.

In August 2019, Ailey was one of the honorees inducted in the Rainbow Honor Walk, a walk of fame in San Francisco’s Castro neighborhood noting LGBTQ people who have “made significant contributions in their fields.”

A crater on Mercury was named in his honor in 2012.

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Lady Blood Part Four

Lady Blood: an Agent of War collection

Agent Enyo was a legend. A woman whose hands were always bloody and eyes filled with shadows. The reaper of the Western Front, she carried her reputation with her across the ocean to the alleys and speakeasies of Chicago. For who could fight a king of crime but a goddess herself?

But before she was a legend before she had a name, she was just Miriam Goldschmidt: a German girl far from home, trying to keep her tattered family from unraveling. The Great War brewing in Europe had pulled on the threads and challenged Miriam’s loyalty: to the land of her birth or the London streets she now walked? From London to Cairo then to the Western Front in the wreckage of Belgium, Miriam proves her allegiance, fulfilling the deep thirst for recognition but being a good soldier and a good agent required sacrifice.

As the war leaves its marks on Europe and it’s victims, Miriam has to make peace with the choice she made and the family she tore apart for that name and that seat in the pantheon.

She was a god but at what cost?

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 July 4th 1921, Chicago, Illinois.

men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war. 

|| All Quiet On The Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque ||

The swinging trumpets and thrumming drumbeat of the band rattled in Miriam’s already tight chest. Jazz had flooded the streets of America much like the prohibited liquor and it was pouring out of every crack and corner. It oozed with the flaunt and success of these mob bosses, who surrounded her. 

Miriam leaned against the counter, watching the amber liquid splash into crystal glasses, her throat longing for the warmth it would bring. She hadn’t had a drop since the day she stepped foot in America and she hadn’t thought she would thirst for the devil’s drink. Miriam shouldn’t, not when she was tasked with taking down this very establishment. 

She had been in Chicago for nearly a year and her partnership with Alaska and Lawson was damn near untouchable. They worked well together, breaking down speakeasies and stopping gang organized sales of liquor nightly. Their names were known in the streets but their faces were still a mystery, promising Miriam a safe guise tonight. 

Green Mill wasn’t green inside, but a deep red. The mahogany, the plush carpet, the lipstick of the arm candy. It was all blood red. The lights gave the room a golden glow, the shadows from the crowded tables and seats dancing on the walls like spectors from hell itself. The jazz, the clinking of glasses, the stench of forbidden drink, and the rattling of the beads on Miriam’s dress was intoxicating enough. She didn’t need a taste of whiskey. 

The British had kept Miriam running left and right, utilizing every skilled bone in her body. Between the blood and the killing, she had been put to use. Staying occupied, following orders, had kept her mind off of other things. She met every request with an affirmation. Yes, Miriam could interrogate. Yes, she could translate. Yes, she could send and code transmissions. Miriam would do anything to forget the price she had paid for the name that was branded into her skin. 

But the FBI didn’t use her ability to kill, her German, or her intimidation. They used her in ways she had never considered before. A doll, dressed up and placed on a shelf. This black dress was too fine for a battlefield but they hadn’t wanted her to fight. Miriam was only here to hold a spot, to keep a suspect in place until the clock chimed eleven o’clock and then the men would arrive. 

Miriam glanced over her shoulder, past the bar and through the throngs of people that had followed the scent of money and a good time. In the center of the club, high in his castle, the king of Chicago sat. The illegal whiskey gracing his lips as he looked down on his kingdom, the men and women all reaping the fruits of his trade with celebration and booze. Like the tower of a keep, Mr. Capone’s position was nearly impossible to reach without being seen. 

Miriam didn’t like being a doll. Sadie’s dolls were always too fragile, breaking and tearing. They had sat, patched and cracked, on a shelf in solemn vigil. Dolls didn’t do anything. Miriam didn’t want to sit on a shelf, or make another lap of another club to waste another hour while Lawson got the credit for a bust. 

This was her battlefield now and no amount of makeup or beading would hinder her. She glanced at the wall, the skullcup strung with crystals and pearls jingingly with the movement of her head. She still had time, the face of the clock only reading 10:45. Miriam had fifteen minutes. A doll couldn’t make it through the worshippers of the bootleg alcohol but Miriam had worked hard to be unseen among so many. Miriam could reach Capone, when no one else had been able to. 

Lawson had wanted her to hold fast, to keep an eye on the club, until he was able to round up enough men and cars to bust the Green Mill. It was a hive of bootleggers and lackeys and Lawson needed her inside to make sure they weren’t tipped off. That was all she had to do. But Miriam couldn’t pass up the shot she had at the King of Chicago. There was a thick crowd around him, the whole club packed to celebrate independence day in the most American way possible. Miriam could make it. She was trained for battle and this was her war.  

These booths and tables were her trench, the laughing men and screeching women was the sounds of shells and the fumes of sweat, excess and greed was the tear gas. The little pills tucked neatly in her handbag couldn’t tame the trembling in her fingers but it wasn’t nerves. It was a thrill. 

Miriam was at war. 

Miriam was in her element.  

Miriam was untouchable but these thrillseekers and mob lackeys didn’t know that. 

A lingering hand on her bare arm, a wolf whistle as she passed, tugging the long ringlets of brown that hung down her back. She was untouchable and yet they dared brush against her skin. 

She brushed past men who reeked of cigars and dirty money, dodging the arm of a cackling woman, her crow black glove grazing Miriam’s cheek. The perfume that was soaked into the silk was strong. Adrenaline, the (insert drug used in 1920s), and the scent was intoxicating enough. She might as well have downed an entire bottle of (1920s liquor). The room was swimming, blurry through watery eyes and splitting headache. Everything was red in the Green Mill and Miriam but a black speck in its midst. She couldn’t find her feet in the crowd of t-strap heels and loafers. Red in the midst of this battlefield. Red. Red like a garden of roses. These men were sure to carry weapons, their thorns, and all Miriam had was her gun, strapped to her thigh. This garden of roses, this flock of cardinals and she but a little black bird. So much red. 

Her head was turning, her stomach churning. Fingers still shaking and her breath growing shallow. How was it so cold in this room that was so packed of warm, living bodies? Five hundred men, dead in piles around her. Cold, dead bodies. And yet, she was shivering here. Being a doll didn’t distract her like the killing had. 

Red like roses. Red like rubies. Red like blood. Her battlefield looked different but if she did her job, there would be just as much death. No matter what they did, a raid always turned into a shootout. 

Red like roses. Red like rubies. Red like blood. And suddenly, gray. A flash of gray in the midst of all that red. 

Sadie. 

No, it wasn’t. It wasn’t the dark-haired girl. 

This was real. A man in a gray suit, standing and staring back at Miriam. His green eyes were like emeralds, not rubies, as he glanced to the clock on the wall. His suit wasn’t like blood, but there was a lump at his side where a sidearm would be. This man was real. This was real.

And her battle was real. Capone was real and so was the bullet loaded in her gun. She followed the man’s gaze to the wall, watching as the hand passed to eleven o’clock and the doors to the club burst open. 

Lawson was many things and a thorn in Miriam’s side but he was punctual, that she had to admit. He stood in the doorway, the dark night sky behind him and the air stilled. Jazz and gaiety froze in the air at his presence. 

“Having fun?” He asked. 

The bullets weren’t loose with any sort of accuracy, just a mad rush of lead and gunpowder in the attempt to rid the sanctuary of this agent who promised penalties and judgement. Crystal glasses and chandelier beads fell like rain. Like a dam had broken, the occupants of the club, once crammed in the plush walls of Capone’s castle were rushing towards any and all exits. They were running to avoid the men who had guns on either side.  Raids always turned into shootouts. 

Before Miriam could reach for her own weapon, something tackled her to the ground, heavy and gray. Her head slammed against the carpeting, already reeling from the adrenaline and now from the impact. She groaned, grabbing and scratching to be released from the vice like grip. 

“What the hell?” The being that had felt it necessary to push her down between two tables, among the broken glass and beads, sat up. “I was helping you.” 

“Get off of me!” Miriam shouted above the gunfire that still rained overhead. She reached for the pistol strapped to her thigh, and glared at the man, who stared dumbfounded at her. “I said, get off!” 

He rolled off her and she got to her knees, keeping her head in the cover of the now tipped over table, the fabric of her dress soaking up the spilled whiskey. Lawson and his men were still firing heavy volleys, like they were in France again but Miriam knew that trying to outgun a group of gangsters was a futile approach. She needed to find Capone and shoot him, taking down as many as she could. 

They would have taken him out first. Royalty, or as rich as, would have been escorted quickly away from the shooting and the law men, that was just good protection, but Miriam prayed she might still have a chance. 

She straightened, long enough to catch a wild glance around the room and realizing that Al Capone was no longer there. Her prayers had fallen on deaf ears and Miriam’s chance to take down the king of crime was spent. 

“Goldschmidt! Get down!” Lawson shouted. Miriam ignored him, whipping around, pistol already in hand. Before either the gangster or the agent could fire a shot, her finger had already squeezed the trigger. 

Glass crunched under the dead weight as the finely dressed man fell to the floor. Miriam fell with him, arms encircling her as another round of gunfire rattle the beads on her dress. She didn’t struggle this time, the pain in her head starting again and threatening to release her to the dark comfort of unconsciousness. 

She trembled, in the arms of this gray man in the room of red. Shaking like a little black bird in strong winds. This battlefield was real. It felt real. 

Red. Sticking to her hands, her dress, her face. The gun in her fist was hot, burning hot, and though it seared blisters into her hands, Miriam couldn’t release it. Not until the last shot had been fired. Not until the agents had called for handcuffs. Not until Lawson’s face swam into view through watering eyes. 

“You two look cozy,” Lawson smirked. Miriam ignored his words but accepted his offered hand, pulling her up from the stained and glass-strewn carpet. The man who had tackled her more than once got to his considerable height. 

“Well, if it isn’t Allie Carroll, himself,” Lawson said, smiling broadly. “Bureau of Prohibition let you out of Knoxville?” 

Trapped between the two, Lawson and this giant, Miriam’s hand released the pistol into the depths of her tattered old handbag, joining the little vial of white capsules and the dog-eared pamphlet of codes. Her shoulders relaxing in relief to be rid of that gun for just a moment, she excused herself from the two men, who were chatting as if they had known each other their whole lives. 

She stepped to the side, picking her way through the ravaged tables and booths towards the bar she had begun her watch at. Several bottles on the shelves were shattered and shells of bullets were mixed among the liquor and glass but there were a few that remained intact. Miriam shouldn’t drink. But something in this raid had hit her, harder than anything she had ever experienced. 

The war had felt so fresh. Not two years in the past. The wounds were still healing though the scars on her face had closed. Miriam looked in the mirror behind the bar, riddled with bullet holes, and saw someone very different staring back at her. The white slashes that pitted her cheeks were hidden beneath the arrangement of her hair and the ridiculous skull cap that had completed her clubbing ensemble but the finery hadn’t changed that much. Miriam’s eyes were heavier, and her cheeks were hollowed. 

Had she eaten that day? Or the day before? She couldn’t remember. Miriam had been running on adrenaline since the war had ended, since she had arrived in America. The pills had given her peace enough to snatch a few hours of sleep and to soothe the visions of crows and blood. 

Miriam was different. She had a name, yes, one that was doing good work in this city. Miriam Goldschmidt was untouchable and Enyo was untamable. Miriam had paid the price. At the cost of her health, her mind, and her family. It had been worth it, hadn’t it? 

She was too sober to think like that. 

Selecting a bottle from the shelf that wasn’t shattered into a thousand pieces beneath her feet, Miriam picked through the rubble to find an overturned tumbler on the floor. Emptying it of any remaining booze, she filled it anew, watching the forbidden amber flow easily into the crystal. It promised her a little numbing release. Not as much as a good night’s sleep but Miriam had to be realistic. This glass would give her the most peace she had seen in years. 

Placing a pill on her tongue, she closed her eyes as the bitter taste dissolved in her mouth. It might have been psychosomatic but Miriam’s mind shook off the cloud that had hazed over her thoughts. It quickly turned to storm again at the sound of Lawson’s voice. 

“Nice hat, Goldie,” He said, grinning with an ease that Miriam hadn’t seen before. He looked happy, with an almost child-like youth that one wouldn’t expect from a man who had just shot through the luxury fixtures and fine design of the Green Mill. He tugged one of the many tassels that were falling across Miriam’s brow. She rolled her eyes and, huffed in annoyance, as she yanked the contraption off her head.  Picking up the glass of whisky, she washed down the taste of the pill. 

“So you drink?” the man in the gray suit asked. 

“When the occasion calls for it,” and today, it called for it. 

“But you are an agent,” he said this like it mattered. Like her occupation had some great effect on the way she chose to numb her pain and block out her demons. 

“I am. And what are you?” 

“I’m confused why you would consume the product you are supposed to be restricting.” His green eyes were inquizitive, trying to puzzle out Miriam. So many had tried and so many had failed, she had given up hope of actually being solved.  

“This is Allen Carroll. We grew up together,” Lawson said, leaning back with a smug look on his face. As if he had lit the fuse to very different fireworks on this fourth of July. 

“It’s illegal to buy it, Allen,” Miriam said easily, taking another sip of the amber liquid. “I didn’t pay a dime for this.” 

“So you support anti-prohibition?” Allen leaned against the bar, the grey suit jacket stained with booze and blood but it fit him well nonetheless. 

“I see the benefits of the drink, if that’s what you mean?”  

“Benefits? Other than inebriation and abuse, what purpose does it serve?” Allen scoffed, his next words would have been like a knife to Miriam’s heart if she hadn’t been used to the pain. “I don’t see why any good person would want to drink.” 

Her fingers tightened around the glass, her knuckles turning white as Miriam’s head tilted to one side, considering Allen’s question. A good person. A good sister. A good soldier. A good agent. “Yes, why would anyone who has lived through the hell of war want to forget?” 

“I served. I do not need it.” He said it proudly, as if he wasn’t ashamed that he had fought. As if he was proud to not require the help of whisky or pills to live with himself. 

“Good. More for me.” Miriam said, turning to Lawson she asked, “How many this time?” He held up three fingers. Three gangsters caught. Which was, of course, nothing to be ashamed of but she had the perfect shot at Capone. Damn. 

“Sorry, I don’t think I caught your name,” Carroll said, smoothly drawing the conversation back to her and the heinous excuse for morals that she harbored. 

“Miriam Goldschmidt,” She had extended her hand and half expected him to reject it. He hadn’t, clasping her hand firmly in his own. “What exactly are you doing here?” 

“Aside from saving your ass?” He ignored Miriam’s protests and defense of her own capabilities and forged on, glancing at Lawson. “I am to supplement the work of the FBI with my experience in the Bureau of Prohibition.” 

“So I take it we are stuck with you,” Miriam said at the same moment Lawson exclaimed. “Oh thank God I’m not stuck with her anymore.” 

“Isn’t Mollie waiting up for you?” Miriam snapped at Lawson, refilling the glass with more whisky. “We wouldn’t want to keep her waiting. You know how wives get.” 

Lawson shrugged, though he did check his watch. Turning to Carroll, he asked. “You got a place to stay tonight?” Before he could answer, Lawson had clapped him on the shoulder. “Of course you can stay with us!” Carroll had muttered something like, “pleasure to meet you,” to Miriam which of course had been an absolute lie, before being swept away by Lawson. 

The dark-haired man called over his shoulder. “See you tomorrow, Goldie.” 

Miriam was alone again, in the room of broken glass and red-toned finery, nursing a glass of illegal whisky. Just her. And out of the corner of her eyes, laying in the wreckage, in a pool of blood….

A little gray girl. She was always there. Corners of offices, in her apartment. Standing at the end of hallways. She never left her. They were always together. 

“Yeah,” Miriam said, shutting her eyes tight against the vision. “See you tomorrow.” 

[buckleyydiaz]

dream boy pt. 1

600ish word moreid drabble!

set after 8.04 god complex

title from zone out/dream boy by waterparks but this is not related to the lyrical content! I just listened to them while writing it :)

summary: spencer has the girl in the phone booth. derek doesn’t know how to live with everything moving forward around him.

Something about Spencer's behaviour had changed. Derek had noticed that very early on. Something was different, and the more that Derek thought about it, and saw the changes, the more he was convinced it was something good. Something good for Spencer, anyway.

When Blake came to him and told him about the girl and the phone box, it all made sense. He wanted to be overjoyed for Spencer, his best friend, who had finally found someone to be with. Yet Derek couldn’t help the pang of envy, of sadness that he felt whenever he thought about her, because she wasn’t him.

But he put on a face, he played up his happiness for his Pretty Boy - not his anymore, he had to remind himself - and congratulated him on finding a girl. He offered to listen if Spencer ever wanted to talk, even though every bone in his body screamed not to. This girl, who had captured his best friend’s attention, was already hurting him enough without Derek having to listen to Spencer speak about how much he loved and adored her.

He knew he was a horrible friend for not being able to support his friend in what could be his first, long term, happy relationship. He would have gone to Garcia in any other situation, but he couldn't here. He didn't need to hear her berate him for not being supportive enough, or her encouragement to tell him.

Anyway - she didn't know about his feelings, especially given that they would never be requited. There was no point in telling her.

No one needed to know how hopeless he was, having spent almost 8 years desperately in love with his co-worker, who had quickly become his best friend. No one needed to know that the whole reason he slept with all those women was to distract himself from who he really wanted to have lying beside him in his bed. No one needed to know that he would give anything, everything, for his Pretty Boy to be his.

And no one did know. He had kept it a secret from the people he considered his second family, he never told a single soul. It was sad, at least from a certain point of view. Derek knew he was isolating himself from everyone else, but feared the possibility of it no longer being something self-inflicted, because what if they hated him? Between liking men, and risking breaking up the team with feelings that he shouldn't have, the team wouldn't be being unfair if they did.

He was alone, with everyone moving on with their lives around him, maturing, settling down. Emily had her life in London, JJ had Will and Henry, Hotch had Beth and Jack, and Spencer? Well, now Spencer had this girl that he was so clearly enamoured with, leaving Derek with no one. He was nearing 40 years old, and had nothing, except his dog, his job, and his houses.

He couldn’t help but laugh at the bitter truth of his life. He had done so much when he was younger to make sure he got out of the streets of Chicago. And for what? At least if he were there he’d be with his mother and sisters, and he wouldn’t be so alone.

But then he wouldn’t have Spencer, and Derek wasn’t quite sure that he would be able to survive without him in his life, no matter how painful it was. Because Spencer was the boy he dreamed of, who was there for him, whom just the thought of could get Derek through the loneliness, even if he had to imagine that Spencer loved him as much as he loved the girl on the other side of the phone.

And Derek didn’t think he was strong enough to give that up.

[typicalmidnightsoul]

Prythian Valley - Chapter 1

Secrets

 New person of interest: Helion Daye.

Here’s a question how far would you go to hide a secret, to protect it? How far would Helion go to hide a secret? What if the secret wasn’t a thing but a person and what if he wasn’t protecting something horrific but a…relationship? As Nesta and Audrey are coming out late from cheerleading practice hoping to just relax in Nesta’s hot tub will a chance situation rock her to her core and question her loyalties?  Cassian always knew Nesta carried burdens but he was angry at God for giving her burdens to carry which weren’t hers, burdens which made her cry in the dark in school when he was coming back from football practice.

One last question....How young can a criminal be? 

Prologue here

A/N : IM BACK GUYS. I WAS IN LONDON FOR EID BUT NOW I’M BACK GET READY FOR AN ONSLAUGHT OF FIC UPDATES. HAPPY BELATED EID I LOVE YOU ALL.

Helion Daye, 9 years older than Nesta and like an older brother to her from the age of 3. They were nerds for life and he was a much respected former student of Velaris High. When Nesta moved from LA to Prythian Valley with her mother it was Helion who got special permission from the principal and showed her around his old school. Helion was now a part time university lecturer, owner of Daye Publishing and part time party boy.

 But he had a secret, one that went back to his younger days when he was a sophomore. No one could know, because if they did then it would mean nothing to him, but to the other keeper of the secret…

She would be destroyed.

 Her name was Mrs Clarissa Vanserra; she was an English and Art teacher in Velaris High when Helion was in school. She had started teaching when she was so young, only 22, and when Helion stepped in her English class he almost dropped to his knees.

 She was so beautiful, but what struck him the most was… she was helping a boy with tissues, a boy who his friends had been bullying outside. She turned to him and he almost crossed the distance and kissed her. He found out she already had children; her eldest was a 3 year old, the same age as his little Nessie. And as one thing led to another they had an illegitimate relationship, an affair.

 She was ashamed of it, because she was married and as Helion later found out it was an abusive marriage. He tried to tell her to leave him but she wouldn’t hear of it, she had children with this man.

The affair never truly ended… he had to leave for Uni as his mother in LA had got him into one of the best ones in the country.

 But Clarissa was carrying Helion’s child. She knew it was his. And she told him she… she told him she aborted it because it would only stop him from achieving his dreams. After he left Clarissa thought that was the end of her and Helion’s story but she was wrong.

  Nesta came out of double geography stretching her limbs Luna next to her, Feyre and Amren were exchanging homework apparently.

Nesta was about to walk up to them when she saw…

“Helion!!” She ran to him and he picked her up spinning her around, he laughed as he set her down,

“Hey Nessie,” he chuckled,

“Hellcat what are you doing here?!” She asked,

“Well I wanted to see my old school, and try outs for the football team and its new captain is being picked, I’m also now an advisor for the school newspaper so you’ll be seeing a lot of me.”

Feyre and Luna gave him a hug and he said, “Where’s Mrs Vanserra’s new class, it’s not the old one. I needed to talk to her about the placement of the newspaper office.”

Nesta was confused but Eris came up behind her saying, “My mom’s old class is now a biology lab, her new one is in the second floor.”

To most people Helion was glad to see Eris but Nesta could see the tightness in his eyes when Eris came up to them. He nodded and headed upstairs.

Nesta gave Feyre a hug and told her to tell mom she’d be home late with Audrey.

Feyre nodded and headed off to her last class.

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 Audrey and Nesta were packing up their stuff. They had spent more time after practice to choreograph a new routine for the upcoming matches. They headed upstairs to return the locker keys to the janitors office. He had let them stay earlier do long as they lock up and leave the keys in his office. As they were returning they went past the new newspaper office,

“Damn!” Audrey whispered, “Helion’s done a good job.”

Nesta nodded and they went to the back entrance that led to the parking lot. As they went past Mrs Vanserra’s office Nesta froze stopping Audrey.

Before Audrey could gasp, Nesta put a hand over her mouth.

Because there… there was Helion and Clarissa Vanserra standing a breath apart, Helion tracing the skin on her hands whispering something to her.

Nesta made up different circumstances, maybe he was blowing something out of her eye, or she could be hurt, or maybe she had a panic attack and Helion was comforting her.

But as Helion picked up her hand and intertwined their fingers pressing a kiss to the spot below her ears Nesta could no longer kid herself. They had an affair.

Audrey pulled her out and to their car.

As Nesta started it Audrey said, her voice hard, “tomorrow 6am at the office, are we going?”

“You bet your ass we are.”

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Helion was setting up the new office, when Nesta and Audrey stepped in. Audrey shutting the door and leaning on it to add another layer of soundproof and defence.

“Hey girls, it’s a bit too early but I guess if you missed me-“

“How long?”

He raised a brow, “Pardon?”

“How fucking long Helion have you been sleeping with Clarissa Vanserra?” Nesta ground out.

His face drained of any colour and he swallowed, “How-how-“

“We saw you after school yesterday.”

He let out a strangled breath and dragged a hand through his hair, then turned to Nesta taking her hands in his and sitting her down on a chair,

“Nes, listen it’s not-“ she snatched her hands away, he took them again a pleading look taking over his eyes,

“You want the truth, I’ll tell you all of it,” he took a deep breath, “ I was a sophomore, Feyre’s age and she was a new teacher, we fell in love Nesta, she had a notebook and she wrote stories in them and I fell hopelessly in love with her words with her, it’s like what you and Cassian have”-she growled-“forget I said that, anyway, she loved me back but she had children, and she was married, an abusive marriage albeit but she wouldn’t leave her children. And then I left for uni but every time I visited the valley I’d meet her and we’d…”

He shook his head, “Nesta please don’t tell anyone. No, please don’t”

“Why?!”She was crying now, “Why not?! You have an affair with a married woman with the mother of my best friend, why can’t I?”

“Because I was there!” He shouted,

Nesta looked at Audrey and back at him, “Where?”

“When Amarantha died, the day she died, the night she died, I was there, we heard someone laughing and talking and… i was there with Clarissa.”

Nesta exchanged a look with Audrey who was suddenly furious,

“No! Nesta had to protect Feyre and now you!”

Helion looked startled, “Why? What happened with-“

“Not now,” Nesta said, “We will keep your secret Helion. But you know we have to tell Luna, she won’t tell anyone either. But why can’t we at least tell Eris or-or”

Helion stood up gathering Nesta’s hands in his, tears slipping down his face,

“We had underage sex Nesta, and I got her pregnant. She had an abortion later but… the cracks are still in our relationship from it. Do you understand the gravity of this situation? I, a 15 year old got a 22 year old teacher pregnant. She could lose her job, I could go to jail, and she could too. Please.”

Nesta stumbled back as Audrey slid down the door hands in her hair.

“A child?” she whispered and Helion nodded.

Nesta nodded, “You have our word Helion, we’ll keep your secret.”

Audrey opened the door as Helion thanked them,

They left telling Luna to meet them at Pop’s.

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Luna slurped her milkshake in shock.

“I cannot believe it. And we are not allowed to tell Eris?”

Nesta shook her head.

Audrey leaned back into the booth and groaned.

“What if Eris hates us?”

Audrey and Nesta hadn’t ordered anything. They’d just came in and started rambling. Pop Tate came over,

“What can I get you girls?”

“Turkey club burger, chilli fries and my large regular milkshake for me Pop,” Nesta answered.

“Chicken club, curly fries and my regular milkshake,” Audrey said as Pop smiled at them and hurried off.

“Stress eating?” Luna asked.

Nesta waved her off.

The TV blared quietly in the background as Nesta turned her head.

“A washed up truck was found late yesterday night-“

“Pop can you turn it up please?” Nesta asked as Pop did so.

“By the sheriff’s office. If this red truck belongs to anyone then it can be claimed from the sheriff’s office. Now moving onto todays main headlines…”

 Nesta’s face was etched with horror, as was Luna’s and Audrey’s. Nesta put on a fake smile and turned to Pop,

“Hey Pop, could you pack ours up and also pack in Feyre, Elain and Jonah’s regulars and Mom’s double chocolate milkshake please?”

Pop nodded and gestured to Demi who was preparing the orders.

Nesta let out the staggering breathe as Audrey dialled up one of their friends.

“Leo? We need you to take Jonah to Chicago tomorrow.”

Audrey looked at Nesta. Nesta nodded.

“They found the truck.”

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Nesta rushed in as Elain seemed to be making coffee. Feyre and Jonah were at the table. Jonah was Nesta’s half-brother, the loving result of her mother’s affair. Jonah wasn’t that fond of Feyre or even Elain for that matter but he loved Nesta, a love that went really deep. He was in middle school and his best friend was Cassian’s sister, the youngest Narenz: Nyx Narenz.

She slammed down their takeaway and said, “Go eat in your rooms. Don’t come out and Mom will never know you had takeaway for breakfast.”

They all exchanged looks. Then they all ran to their rooms, grabbing the paper packages.

 Nesta strutted into her mother’s study.

But her mother was already staring at the TV screen. Hand over her mouth in horror. She walked up to her mother wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t worry Mom, we’ll sort it out.”

Her mother started shaking her head, “No, no I have already got you involved way too much. I will not allow you to-“

Nesta shook her slightly, “Hey mom, I’m doing it either way. Plus I’ve got everything planned out.”

“I can’t put this on you. I need to protect my baby boy, need to protect you.”

“You’re handling things on the inside. Let me handle this. Besides he’s my brother too you know.”

Before she could answer, the doorbell rang. Nesta took the remote and turned off the TV telling her mother to stay here.

She walked down the hallway to the main door and flung it open.

Her eyes narrowed,

“What do you want?” she snarled.

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 Cassian swallowed and asked himself if there was a time of day where Nesta did not look fucking gorgeous.

Her hair was pulled into a long sleek ponytail, and she wore a tight long sleeved sheer meshed crop top with a red dragon print. It showed a black bra underneath and was paired with a black mini skirt and black gladiator heels.

He put on a cocky grin and said,

“Your sister said she needed a ride because Rhys’ car is in servicing.”

She snorted, leaving the door open, “Feyre! Your chauffeurs here!”

She turned back to him, “I’m picking up Nyx at 7:30 for the slumber party, all right with you?”

He nodded, “Who else will be there? Nyx hates all of us and hasn’t really told either of us three who’s coming?”

“Nyx doesn’t hate you, the three of you are just annoying, and I don’t disagree with her. And to answer your question, Roxy and Alec are coming.”

Cassian chuckled, “Ouch, no wonder you’re her favourite.”

She rolled her eyes and made her way back to the study. But Cassian knew Nesta and he could see her shoulders sagging from the burdens she carried. He could see a scared little girl behind those stormy eyes today and that terrified him. But before he could dwell on that matter Feyre bounded in and dragged him to his car.

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Cassian bumped fists with his crew and went to take a long shower. As he came out he saw Nesta in her cheerleading outfit, rummaging around in her locker. He stalked over to her leaning against the adjacent locker.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Nesta Archeron. What’s the residential ice queen doing so late at school,” the next part wasn’t intended to be cruel but the jealousy Cassian harboured at the fact that Nesta wasn’t his leaked through him as he whispered, “Or shall we say who’s heart is she breaking?”

She slammed her locker shut and as she looked up at him he faltered. How did he not notice? Shit.

Her eyes were red, and her voice sounded slightly broken.

“Are you done Cassian?”

She swallowed and out a hand to her mouth running past him to the toilet.

 All Nesta could see was…memories of the blood on her hand. Of the bleach as she used it. As she burned her mother’s old rug because of the red stains on it. She remembered the gore and as much as she tried to push it away it just kept coming back.

She puked her lunch into the toilet and then felt strong warm hands hold her hair back. Long soothing strokes were made on her back and she managed to say,

“Cassian you can’t be in the girl’s toilet.”

“I think I can handle detention for being in here for you puking.”

A few minutes later she was washing her face in the sink. She steadied herself as she gripped the sides. Cassian put a hand on her lower back and guided her outside.

“You need some fresh air.”

She sat on back step that led to the parking lot.

Cassian kneeled in front of her, her eyes were still red.

“Nesta please tell me, what happened?”

No answer, just silent sobbing.

“Nes please. Or I’ll tell Feyre and Elain and let them handle it. You need to tell someone or you’ll break down again.”

Nesta shook her head profusely, “No, no, please it’s just… I can’t handle these secrets, Helion having an affair with Eris’ mom for so fucking long, he-he had a baby with her, he-he had sex with her when he was 15. And got her pregnant. Even though the baby was aborted I and he was at the river when Amarantha- and then there’s Jonah-“ she broke down sobbing.

Cassian waited a few seconds letting it set in. Helion the school’s former golden boy had an… affair? With a married woman?

He pulled Nesta into his arms.

They stayed like that for a long time before Cassian asked,

“What about Jonah?”

She opened her mouth to answer before her phone buzzed.

“I need to go. Mom’s worried.” She picked up her stuff, and as she walked away from him he said,

“I’ll give you a ride-“

“No, it-its fine.” And as she walked away he could’ve sworn he heard,

“Thank you Cassian.”

 Coming up Next:

 Nesta crossed her arms at her mother,

“Jonah is going to Chicago with Leo and that’s final. Leo will take care of him, she would never allow anything bad to happen to him.”

Her mother opened her mouth but the study door burst open,

“You can’t take Jonah away from me!” Nyx pleaded at Nesta.

But Jonah held up a hand and stepped toward his older sister.

There was fear, Nesta realized in her 14 year old brother’s  silver eyes as he looked up at her and asked,

“Is it because I killed Tomas Mandray?”

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In late March, President Donald Trump warned against letting “the cure be worse than the problem itself” and talked of getting the country back to business by Easter, then just two weeks away. Casey Mulligan, a University of Chicago economist and former member of the president’s Council of Economic Advisers, warned that “an optimistic projection” for the cost of closing nonessential businesses until July was almost $10,000 per American household. He told the New York Times that shutting down economic activity to slow the virus would be more damaging than doing nothing at all.

Eventually the White House released models suggesting that letting the virus spread unchecked could kill as many as 2.2 million Americans, in line with the projections of other epidemiologists. Trump backed off his calls for an early reopening, extending guidelines on social distancing through the end of April. But his essential argument remained: that in the coronavirus pandemic, there is an agonizing trade-off between saving the economy and saving lives.

Evidence from research, however, shows that this is a false dichotomy. The best way to limit the economic damage will be to save as many lives as possible.

A novel recession

Part of the difficulty with setting policy now is that the situation is unprecedented in living memory. “It’s impossible to know how the world is changing,” says David Autor, a labor economist at MIT. “It isn’t like anything we’ve seen in a hundred years.” In any past recession or depression, the economic solution has always been to stimulate demand for labor—to get workers back on the job. But in this case, we’re purposely shutting down economic activity and telling people to stay at home. “It’s not just the depth of the recession,” Autor says. “It’s qualitatively different.”

One of the biggest fears is that those least able to withstand the downturn will be hit hardest—low-wage service workers in restaurants and hotels, and the growing number of people in the gig economy. For the last two decades, service workers have become an increasingly large part of the labor force as many of the midlevel office and manufacturing jobs previously open to people without college degrees have dried up, says Autor. It’s people in these service jobs, already low paid and often with few health and other benefits, who will struggle the most.

“On a good day they are vulnerable, and on a bad day they are even more vulnerable,” Autor says. “And this is a very bad day.”

Provisions included in the $2 trillion legislative package passed by Congress in late March were meant to give affected workers and businesses the means to weather the shutdown and, once the outbreak is under control, help restart the economy. Each adult earning less than $75,000 will be given $1,200, and for the first time, gig workers and self-employed people will qualify for unemployment benefits. Hundreds of billions of dollars will also go to helping businesses stay afloat.

But it almost certainly won’t be enough, especially in the hardest-hit areas of the country. Cities like Las Vegas and Orlando, “places with gargantuan leisure hospitality economies,” will be badly affected, says Mark Muro, coauthor of a report from the Brookings Institution analyzing the numbers. But any region with a large service economy is vulnerable. Muro points out that many of these places never recovered from the 2008 financial crisis.

The people losing these low-wage service jobs were already experiencing skyrocketing mortality rates from what economists have begun calling “deaths of despair,” caused by alcoholism, drug abuse, and suicide. The coming crash could make things much worse.

The value of a life

Yet shutting down businesses is the only real choice, given that an unchecked pandemic would itself be hugely destructive to economic activity. If tens of millions of people become sick and millions die, the economy suffers, and not just because the workforce is being depleted. Widespread fear is bad for business: consumers won’t flock back to restaurants, book air travel, or spend on activities that might put them at risk of getting sick. In a recent survey of leading economists by Chicago’s Booth School, 88% believed that “a comprehensive policy response” will need to involve tolerating “a very large contraction in economic activity” to get the outbreak under control. Some 80% thought that “abandoning severe lockdowns” too early will lead to even greater economic damage.

Meanwhile, any measures to slow deaths from the virus will have huge downstream economic benefits. Michael Greenstone, an economist at the University of Chicago, finds that even moderate social distancing will save 1.7 million lives between March 1 and October 1, according to disease-spread models done at Imperial College London. Avoiding those deaths translates into a benefit of around $8 trillion to the economy, or about one-third of the US GDP, he estimates, on the basis of a widely accepted economic measure, the “value of a statistical life.” And if the outbreak is less severe than predicted by the Imperial College work, Greenstone predicts, social distancing could still save some $3.6 trillion.

“Our choice is not whether we intervene or whether we go back to the normal economy,” says Emil Verner, an economist at MIT’s Sloan School who has recently looked at the flu pandemic of 1918 for insights into today’s outbreak. “Our choice is whether we intervene—and the economy will be really bad now and will be better in the future—versus doing nothing and the pandemic goes out of control and really destroys the economy.”

Overall, Verner and his coauthors found that the 1918 pandemic reduced national manufacturing output in the US by 18%; but cities that implemented restrictions earlier and for longer had much better economic outcomes in the year after the outbreak.

Verner points to the fates of two cities in particular: Cleveland and Philadelphia. Cleveland acted aggressively, closing schools and banning gatherings early in the outbreak and keeping the restrictions in place for far longer. Philadelphia was slower to react and maintained restrictions for about half as long. Not only did far fewer people die in Cleveland (600 per 100,000, compared with 900 per 100,000 in Philadelphia), but its economy fared better and was much stronger in the year after the outbreak. By 1919 job growth was 5% there, while in Philadelphia it was around 2%.

Today’s economy is much different—it’s geared more toward services, and far less toward manufacturing than it was 100 years ago. Nevertheless, the cities’ stories are suggestive. Verner says that even a conservative interpretation of the data suggests there is “no evidence that interventions are worse for the economy.” And most likely they had a significant benefit. “A pandemic is so destructive,” he says. “Ultimately any policy to mitigate it is going to be good for the economy.”

The cure, then, isn’t worse than the disease. But for every day that normal economic activity is shut down, a huge number of Americans won’t be earning an income. Many already live paycheck to paycheck. Many may in fact succumb to diseases of despair. Families will fall apart under the stress. Hard-hit cities will feel abandoned. The urgency to open the economy will only grow.

However, a number of influential economists and health-care experts are saying there’s a way to get America quickly back in business while preserving public safety.

Reviving the economy

These days Paul Romer sounds exasperated. “We’re caught up in the trauma: kill the economy or kill more people,” he says. There is so much “learned helplessness, so much hand-wringing.” The New York University economist and Nobel laureate believes he has a relatively simple strategy that will “both contain the virus and let the economy revive.”

The key, says Romer, is repeatedly testing everyone without symptoms to identify who is infected. (People with symptoms should just be assumed to have covid-19 and treated accordingly.) All those who test positive should isolate themselves; those who test negative can return to work, traveling, and socializing, but they should be tested every two weeks or so. If you’re negative, you might have a card saying so that allows you to get on an airplane or freely enter a restaurant.

Testing could be voluntary. Romer acknowledges some might resist it or resist isolating themselves if positive, but “most people want to do the right thing,” he says, and that should be enough to snuff out the spread of the virus.

Romer points to new, faster diagnostic tests, including ones from Silicon Valley’s Cepheid and from the drug giant Roche. Each of Roche’s best machines can handle 4,200 tests a day; build five thousand of those machines, and you can test 20 million people a day. “It’s well within our capacity,” he says. “We just need to bend some metal and make some machines.” If you can identify and isolate those infected with the virus, you can let the rest of the population go back to business.

Indeed, in an early April survey by Chicago’s Booth School, 93% of the economists agreed that “a massive increase in testing” is required for “an economic restart.”

In a piece called “National Coronavirus Response: A roadmap to reopening,” former FDA director Scott Gottlieb also argued for ramping up testing and then isolating those infected rather shutting in the entire population. Likewise, Ezekiel Emanuel, chair of the University of Pennsylvania’s department of medical ethics and health policy, called for increasing testing in a New York Times piece called “We Can Safely Restart the Economy in June. Here’s How.” Harvard medical experts, meanwhile, have outlined similar ideas in “A Detailed Plan for Getting Americans Back to Work.”

The proposals differ in details, but all revolve around widespread testing of various sorts to know who is vulnerable and who isn’t before we risk going back to business.

There is, however, little evidence that massive and frequent testing will be implemented anytime soon. Despite the appearance of new tests, screening is still largely unavailable for anyone but the most severely ill or those at the medical front lines. Test kits and equipment to perform them are still in short supply. Many hospitals and doctors complain they can’t get needed tests; and Roche’s CEO said at the end of March that it will be “weeks, if not months” before there is widespread coronavirus testing in the US.

It’s the type of inertia that clearly frustrates Romer. He calls the $2 trillion legislation passed by Congress “palliative care” for the economy. If you took $100 billion and put it into testing, he says, we would “be far better off.”

One day we will have to reopen the economy. Perhaps we’ll be able to hold out until the pandemic is showing signs of receding, or perhaps the economic suffering will prove intolerable both to those in charge and to those living in hard-hit regions. When that day comes, if we do not have widespread testing, we will be sending people back to work without knowing if they’re at risk of getting the virus or spreading it to others. “We’re thinking about this the wrong way,” Romer says. The idea that one day you will be able to restart the economy without massive testing to see if the outbreak is under control is just “magical thinking.”

It could be a gradual process—those who are found to be free of infection or immune might be allowed back first. But without testing we won’t know how to manage this transition. In that case we will in fact be left with the Trumpian choice: between salvaging the economy and risking countless deaths.

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HOLDAY FIC REC

A list of 40 fics centered around Christmas, New Years, or just the Holiday Season. Happy reading and Happy Holidays!

A Dream is a Soft Place to Land by lululawrence (4k)

“It’ll be like a perpetual sleepover, Lou,” Harry had said. “It’ll be great.”

And it was...except it also meant that Louis’ long time, barely there crush on Harry had only grown into a full fledged, real life version of playing house where Louis all too often found himself pretending he and Harry really were together when they definitely were not.

Or the one where Harry might have told his friends that he was dating someone and has to show proof for their party on New Year's Eve. His best friend and roommate Louis is the obvious choice...but things don't exactly go as planned.

Running Down To The Riptide by sweaterpawstyles (4k) 

"I can't give you your present yet, Lou."

Louis furrowed his brows. "And why is that, my love?"

Harry smiled at his lap. "Because your present is under my sweater," he pulled his free hand that wasn't laced with Louis' and gently laid it on his stomach. "I'm pregnant."

Or It's New Year's Eve and Harry has a surprise under his sweater

The Stories That I Can't Explain by kikikryslee (6k)

“Are you closing?” the woman asked, rushing into Louis' store. “I just have to pick something up!”

“I’m really sorry, but if you come back on Tuesday, we’ll be opening again at normal time,” Louis told her, trying to get her out of the shop.

“No, please! I-” The woman dropped her head, and Louis watched in horror as she started crying. He didn’t do well with tears. “Please, I just have to pick up a ring, it’s- It’s for my brother, and he’s well… He’s dying. And it’s really important that I get it.”

Louis could feel his mouth drop open even farther than it already had been. “Um…”

Just then, a man walked into the store. He took one look at the woman and rolled his eyes.

“Gemma, you haven’t told another stranger that I’m dying, have you?” he asked.

The woman, Gemma apparently, turned to face him.

“Of course I didn’t, Harry,” she said. Or, the one where no one is actually dying, but Gemma likes to lie about Harry's livelihood to get what she wants. Harry isn't amused. Louis kind of is, though.

Rated R by cherrystreet (7k)

Louis gifts Harry with a surprise sex tape, and it accidentally makes its way into Harry’s family Christmas party. Ridiculousness ensues.

past our satellites by allwaswell16 (7k) 

Harry Styles has never been happier in his life. He has his dream job as a photo editor for The Chicago Tribune newspaper, and he’s excited to spend the holidays with his boyfriend, Louis. He may be a little panicked about the prospect of hosting a Christmas Eve dinner for both their families, but nothing will stop him from creating a perfect holiday season for Louis. Not even a difference of opinion about the Chicago Cubs, an allergic reaction to a Christmas tree, a frozen solid turkey, poor knife skills, a vegan guest, smoke alarms, reminders of certain male models, or the missing three little words someone longs to hear.

Or a little holiday story from the 'You’re the Light' universe.

A Story For the Ages by FallingLikeThis (7k)

Louis is sweating, his mother’s words still ringing in his ears.

We expect you to bring this boy home for Christmas, Louis. We want to meet him.

He should have known it was coming. After seven months of pretending to have a boyfriend in order to keep his mum from meddling in his love life again, he should have realized he’d have to actually introduce her to someone eventually.

haven't you heard by allwaswell16 (8k)

Harry Styles has been in love with Louis Tomlinson since they were eighteen. After six years together, Harry is ready to propose to the love of his life. The holidays strike him as the perfect time for a romantic proposal, but his well-meaning friends and family (including his self-appointed best friend, Niall) seem to thwart him at every turn.

Or the four times Harry tries to propose, and the one time he gets it right.

I Think I’m Addicted to Your Light by supernope (9k)

Louis is just zipping back up when the door swings open with a swell of noise and someone shuffles up next to him, shoes tapping loudly against the tile floor. Louis turns to see who’s walked in and just violated the code of the men’s toilet by taking the urinal next to him and is met with wide, green eyes and red lips stretched into a brilliant smile.

“Happy new year,” the guy grins, shaking long, curly hair away from his face. “You look sharp. Sorry, do you mind holding this for a minute? I don’t really have any place to keep it and it’s kind of a hassle, getting out of these things. Don’t want it to fall in.”

He indicates his legs with the hand clutching a pale pink phone, and Louis’ gaze drops. Speechless, Louis takes the phone, eyes locked on the guy’s legs. His gorgeous legs, clad only in a pair of black thigh-highs held up by a silky black garter belt.

Pining for You by peanutbutterapple (9k)

Harry sells Christmas trees. Louis doesn’t mean to buy so many of them.

make my wish come true by flicker_album (10k)

“We need to start decorating. For Christmas.” Louis says it in a tone that makes it seem like it should be so obvious to Harry.

Harry starts laughing. “Okay, Lou. We will start decorating for Christmas over a month early. Sure.”

Or the one where Louis starts decorating for Christmas in November and Harry indulges him.

every time i run, i keep on falling on you by hazmesentir (12k)

AU. After being best friends for 8 years, Harry moves to LA. It takes the keen observations of all of Louis’ friends to realise the one thing he really wants for Christmas is Harry.

So Baby Tonight Just Be the Death of Me by crimsontheory (12k)

He hasn't had much to drink, just enough to make everything feel warm and soft, kind of like the boy currently pressed up against his side.

Louis glances around the room and thinks that even though there is a couple leaning against the wall, a little too close to him, very heatedly making out, and he can hear the faint sounds of someone throwing up in the kitchen sink, and that the whole house smells of sweat and stale alcohol, there is no other place he'd rather be than on this couch with Harry curled into his side.

An AU where Louis is new in town and Harry invites him to a New Year's party.

Forget the Silent Nights by LadyLondonderry (12k)

For years afterward, everyone who lived at 404 E. Redwood referred to that Christmas as The Christmas we stole a baby.

Technically, that wasn’t the strict truth, as Evie had already been five years old by the time she came to stay in their crowded (but loving) home. And technically they didn’t steal her.

Either way, the last Christmas with the seven of them in that broken old house on Redwood all together was probably one of the most memorable holidays each of them had, what with the wedding and the the snowstorm and the raccoons in their attic…

And the baby they stole, of course.

If the Fates Allow by afirethatcannotdie (13k)

Louis yells at a stranger in a shop and a few days later, needs his help. Desperately. Then he discovers he’s kind of in love with him.

If Only in My Dreams by jupiter_lou (13k)

The one where Harry’s new flatmate, Louis, needs a place to spend Christmas, so he invites him to spend it with his family. When they arrive, everyone thinks they’re dating.

Let Me Give You My Life by midnightskies (14k)

Gemma has one rule for Louis while he stays with her family at Christmas; not to hook up with her little brother, so of course that’s the one thing Louis does.

Even Supposing by casuallyhl (14k)

Money is tight this year, Harry knows. As he strolls through the tailor’s shop, he knows this. But, Louis was right. This is their first Christmas as a married couple, and it’s the two year anniversary of when they met. He wants to surprise his husband with two wonderful gifts for his birthday and Christmas. He wants it to be unforgettable.

Or, a Dickensian London AU where Harry and Louis overcome illness, small budgets, and their own stubbornness to give each other an unforgettable first Christmas together.

i know you have a heavy heart (i can feel it when we kiss) by itjustkindahappened (14k)

In which Louis is spending New Year’s alone in France but he’s definitely not running away, and Harry is a french florist with an ever present smile who cares a lot. They meet a cold night in the outskirts of Paris.

Wrapped in Red by QuickedWeen (15k)

Louis backs himself into a corner and has two days to find a date to bring to the Horan Family’s big annual Christmas party to both appease his mother, and show up an ex-boyfriend. In the midst of Christmas shopping and trying to work out his dilemma, he meets Harry Styles, the cute volunteer behind the charity gift wrapping booth.

Didn’t think it would work out by swirlingchaos (16k)

Louis is a primary school teacher, Harry has a 7-year-old son in his class, Louis has a 1-year-old crush on Harry, and they have to put on the school’s Christmas play. Brilliant.

beautiful star by  tommoandbambi (17k)

The famous/nonfamous kid!fic AU wherein harry and louis have to host a school Christmas party and harry isn’t actually a druglord.

all i want for christmas is by crybaby (17k)

harry is louis’ daughters’ au pair. they spend christmas in austria

There Is a Light by perfectdagger (17k)

Christmas/New Years AU in which Harry and Louis are single parents and they meet at an odd encounter at the toy shop and somehow, they end up together, bonded by their little ones.

My Only Wish by rainbowsandlove (17k)

Secret Santa AU where Louis doesn’t know how it works and keeps giving Harry gifts and being not so obvious about his flirting.

Six Weeks by LadyLondonderry (20k)

When Harry takes the afternoon shift at the cafe, he meets a boy who drinks a lot of tea and never remembers his umbrella.

So Put Your Hands In (The Holes of My Sweater) by Kat_rawr (21k)

Harry and Louis go on a lot of not-dates.

love is a word (you gave it a name) by hattalove (21k)

it’s christmas. in between snowman building, tree shopping, and ill-advised skating on a frozen lake, louis and harry get ready to take the most important step of their lives.

Home for Christmas by haloeverlasting (22k)

The one where Harry didn’t think he wanted a family, but with a little Christmas magic (and maybe one Louis Tomlinson) he realizes that he is very, very wrong.

Yours In Fractions by FullOnLarrie (23k)

Louis and Harry are strangers who, because of a mix up, share their mutual friend’s apartment and bed over the holidays.

miles to go before I sleep by elizamackenzie (23k)

Harry lets out a sigh, and says it in the simplest way he can, “I go to bed on March 20th and I wake up on December 21st. And for me…” he lets out another breath, shaking his head a bit, “It doesn’t feel like a single day has passed.” Louis blinks, the words slowly settling around them. “So, for the rest of the months you just…”

“I don’t exist.”

And Harry can see the way the information hits Louis, his expression dropping suddenly, his shoulders slumping. Because there is a world of difference between being somewhere else for nine months and not being anywhere at all. Between voluntarily choosing to go—and potentially to stay—and having no choice in the matter. Between nine months of phone calls and visits and texts. And nothing.

Maybe We’re Perfect Strangers (Maybe We’ll Stick Together) by FallingLikeThis (24k)

Louis works for a gossip site and, when it comes to light that ex-musical partners (and lovers) Harry Styles and Ed Sheeran are spending the holidays together, he’s sent to see if the reunion the world’s been waiting for is in the works. But at the cost of his own holiday with his family. Louis really hates this job.

all the lights are full of colour by infinitelymint (26k)

Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle.

Make My Wish Come True (Baby All I Want For Christmas Is You) by larrymylove (29k)

Louis has just agreed to spend the holidays with his family, and to bring Harry along with him. There’s just one problem…he and Harry have broken up, and are wanting to avoid telling everyone until after the holidays. The fake/pretend relationship AU with a twist.

Candles On Air by isthatyoularry (29k)

A Christmas AU ft. Pining, Heartbreak, and maybe A Happy Ending.

Like Candy In My Veins by littlelouishiccups (31k)

The A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.

Frankincense-ational by LadyLondonderry (31k)

Harry Styles works at the Hillsyde Library with his friend Zayn and best mate Niall. It’s December, which means Christmas, which should be the happiest month of the year…

Except Niall just broke up with his boyfriend, Zayn needs to let up on the rules a little, and the library is getting their fire alarm system replaced, which means that for the next few weeks there are going to be firemen patrolling the library ‘looking for fires’ while the system is down.

Harry almost hits one of them with his car right off the bat - and of course he’s the hot one.

Happy Christmas, here’s to many more.

Find You Home by FullOnLarrie (35k)

When Louis lies to his family and says he’ll bring his new boyfriend home for Christmas, his best friend and roommate Harry agrees to play the part. It’s that, or be left alone over the holidays. What will happen? No one knows! Perhaps Santa will swoop in with a Christmas miracle. Featuring lovesick idiots, kissing and cuddling, pies and Christmas clichés.

Harry, Did You Know (that your baby boy, is married to his best friend?) by tempolarriefics (35k)

10 years ago, Louis and Zayn made a pact that if they weren’t married by 30, they’d marry each other. So they do, as best mates do. Enter Harry Styles, who’s new to town. He and Louis are immediately drawn to one another. Louis doesn’t tell Harry about Zayn, because they’re just friends (who are married.) Harry finds out on Christmas Day, Louis/Zayn’s “anniversary”. aka a marriage pact AU with a twist.

Chestnuts Roasting… And All That by elsi_bee (46k)

Louis is apparently the only person at his new job who is single as can be. It’s not a big deal to just tell his new colleagues that he has a boyfriend, right? Until he has to make this imaginary boyfriend magically appear at the office holiday party. Cue fake relationship antics with a certain someone who is more than willing to play along.

the impossible now by stylinsoncity (54k)

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

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the sun don’t set if we keep heading west (1/3)

Rating: Teen

Paring: Ninth Doctor x Rose Tyler

Prompt: Road Trip

Song: Runaways by Betty Who

They’re both stuck in a city they hated. Until he comes up with a plan.

(Human AU)

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Runaways (prologue) 

Oh we just wanna find our way Oh baby we’re just runaways

Her dad had brought the entire family for the latest business venture. It was a meeting in Chicago. Which meant checking in far too much luggage, going through airport security, and being the family with the three year old on the 8 hour flight. Luckily, she was a few rows away from the rest of her family. With a pair of earbuds and the fact that she was used to it, Tony’s cries didn’t interrupt her sleep.

It had been two years since the flight. Two long, miserable, boring years. It was because of her dad’s product. He told her the details several times, trying to get something out of her. But she couldn’t help but hold a lot of their situation against him. Sure, she was in Chicago. And all she had ever wanted to do was travel. But the city only kept its charm with Rose for so long. Especially when she spent a lot of her time babysitting her little brother.

Her dad worked for the company that put his vitamin drinks on shelves while her mum worked at a salon. They weren’t struggling with money but it felt like it sometimes. Rose dropped out of school last year and went from one customer service job to another. Never satisfied with her life.

She never really had a plan. Especially being stuck somewhere that was cloudier than London.

She was walking home from work pretty late one night, nothing unusual and quite automatic. She was too busy thinking of these things to notice the guy behind her. Once again, not unusual, people walked a lot here. That was until she was pulled into an ally she had never noticed before. And pushed against a wall. And had a hand over her mouth. Her stomach sank.

“Don’t say anything. Just give me your cash and I’ll let you go.” He was wearing a mask. She didn’t believe him for one bit.

She just stared and he only got more aggressive, pulling a knife from his coat, “Did ya hear me or what?”

Something in her clicked and she threw her knee up, hitting him in the groin. He collapsed with a groan. She wasn’t sure what to do at this point. Everything she had read online told her how to get out of the situation, but not away from it.

Suddenly a figure rushed in front of her. Then it grabbed her hand and a old familiar accent said, “Run.”

So she did. It took a block or two to realize that there were footsteps following behind her. The person who was had told her to run was laughing and cursing the group behind them. They didn’t stop until they were on a street that was well lit. She hadn’t gotten a good look at the person’s face until they slid into a burger joint. Pursuers sulking past.

When she looked up at him, he was looking down at her with a goofy grin.

“What’s your name?” It was a Manchester accent.

“Rose,” She mumbled, “You’re northern?”

“Ah,” His grin only grew wider, “You’ve got a bit of cockney going on.”

They stood there for a minute. Still holding hands and grinning at each other.

An employee came up to them, “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but this place closes in like thirty minutes. Next door is open for another hour or so.”

Rose apologized and they moved into the bar next door. Sitting at a booth against the windows. A server came and asked for their orders. She looked him over as he ordered. His hair was buzzed short, adding to the angles of his face. His eyes were a glittering blue and his ears stuck out a bit. He wore an outfit that could only be described as grungy. Wearing an old, beat up leather jacket and white shirt underneath covered in stains. When he looked back at Rose, his goofy grin couldn’t hide the bags under his eyes.

“Ma’am?”

She jumped, “Sorry. Just a soda and chi- fries.”

The server sighed and walked away. Leaving them alone.

“What’s your name?”

“Doctor. Well, ‘s what my friends call me,” He shrugged, “Real name’s John.”

John seemed a little too sure of himself. Of what he was doing and saying. That was until the last part.

She rolled her eyes, “What were you doing to just be in the right place to help me out?”

“Save. Mind you. I was just walkin’ home from work. Same as you.” He eyed her up and down.

She realized she was still wearing the cheesy uniform from the damn ice cream shop. She needed to get the focus off her. Wasn’t really in the mood to explain why she was walking home at eleven at night wearing an awful skirt and polo shirt with ice cream logos embroidered into it. Even though his guess was right.

“Oh, so you are full of it.”

“Well you were standin’ there in shock. I saw the rest of the gang comin’ up. What was I supposed to do? Leave you there helpless.”

She hummed.

The server stopped by and dropped their drinks off. Mentioning that their food would be out soon.

“What kind of job do you work?”

“Mechanic. Local car shop.”

The music grew a bit louder. She had to almost shout the next question.

“So where does ‘Doctor’ come from?”

“Extremely intelligent, me. Just not built for school system. Clever in other ways.”

She couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well I’m not! How old are you, anyways?”

“Nineteen.” She said between sips of her cola.

“Says a lot.” He nodded toward her drink.

“Just like you knowing that there were gonna be more people to come.”

“I’ve been here a few years. Lived and worked on the rough side of town. Know somethings up when there’s a group of men rushing towards a dark ally.” He frowned and then smirked, “But I did get this.”

He held up the knife.

“Why would you take that?” Her voice came out in a tone similar to her mother’s.

“It’s handmade and made nicely. Didn’t actually notice till I grabbed it.” He spun it on the table.

She could only glare, “So you notice a girl’s in trouble and you take the knife?”

“Well I took the girl too.” He threw his hands towards her.

They sat in silence for a moment. Her eyes fell back on the knife. It had a blue wooden handle and golden blade. A circular design was carved into wood and carried up the dull side of the metal. It twinkled as with the headlights that passed the window.

The room seemed to get quiet. Her eyes darted between the knife, his hands fiddling with it, and the look he had while looking at her. She couldn’t read it. He had his eyebrows furrowed but a grin on his lips. Just barely reaching his eyes.

“How old are you?” Her voice came out quiet.

“Twenty-three. Been here since I was nineteen.”

She nodded, “Any particular reason why you got stuck here?”

He smiled and spun the knife, “You’ll figure it out if you stick around.”

He was saved from an explanation by their food arriving.

[nostalgiaispeace]

1513.

What is the easiest website to pass time on? tumblr What’s the last place you left early, and what was your reason? probably work...and for a doctor’s appointment. Do you take your medications in the morning or at night? morning (which is my night) Would you rather visit London or Paris? London

Have you ever bought a youtuber’s merch? no

Pick a flavor: pumpkin or apple? - Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? - What kind of milk do you usually use? allergic What is the best type of donut? all donuts What was your last great garage sale find? idk Do you like thrift stores? sure When was the last time you ran into someone that you didn’t want to see? at work Was anyone rude to you today? no What is your town known for? no idea Who is your favorite set of twins on youtube? - Do you like to watch DIY craft videos? no What are you regretting right now? nothing Who was the last person who was rude to you? someone at work Would you ever let the barista at Starbucks make a random drink for you? no Have you ever used a fake name at Starbucks? nope. Have you ever left a note in a library book? no. What time of day do you prefer to wash your hair? morning (my night) What is the worst job you’ve ever had? Amazon What is the best job you’ve ever had? the one i have now What job do you want to have? no job What are you passionate about? Harry Potter Have you ever tried vlogging, and if yes, did you stick with it? when i was a teen ^Same question with blogging. Have you? yeah

Do you have to alter a lot of your clothes? no What country do you most want to visit? England Do you have chronic pain? no. If you go to church, what is your favorite thing about it? - ^and what is your least favorite thing about it? judgmental people and churches now a days seem to not preach the gospel Did you go to church this week? no What is something that’s bothering you right now? my tiredness Are you happy right this instant? sure What’s your favorite fall beverage? -

Do you exercise daily? no lol. What do you do for exercise? - Is your room/house cluttered? yeah Do you live in a house, condo, apartment, or dorm? apartment Were your college years the best years of your life? no What was your favorite class in high school? theatre and choir Which class in high school did you hate the most? all the other ones Do you have a birthmark? If yes, what color is it? not that i know of What color is your lava lamp? - Do you have an inspiration board? nope. Where do you store old photos? computer Do you have photos on the wall in your bedroom? yeah Favorite scent for a candle? apple cinnamon Would you ever film a youtube video with no make-up on and messy hair? yeah

What is the most comfortable type of pants, in your opinion? pj pants Do you cry a lot? yeah Do you keep up to date with the latest technology? no Would you ever want to live in a big city, like New York or Chicago? sure What about a big city sounds appealing to you? i don’t have to drive if i live in NYC Do you wish you had more money to do the things you want to do? who doesn’t? Do you prefer college-ruled or wide-ruled? college ruled Pencils or pens? pens. Favorite ink pen color? black. What are you craving right now? nothing Do you have a sweet tooth? yeah Do you need to lose weight? no Do you need to gain weight? people think so Who is your favorite Lisa Frank character? - Have you ever won a prize at the age guessing booth? no

What’s your favorite movie that you remember seeing in the theater? so many tho... What was the name of your very first imaginary friend? idr Do you know anyone who has ten cats? no Have you ever had a cat? yes Have you ever had a dog? yes. Have you ever any other kind of animal? yes Have you ever had a pet rock? no. Which Olympic sport would you most like to be a pro in? Have you ever played this sport? gymnastics; no lol What were you voted in the senior class polls? nothing

Who was your favorite teacher in high school? none Do you own a bobblehead? nope. What’s on your desk? - Do you love someone who treats you like a piece of shit? nope. Isn’t loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way horrible? probably so

What’s your favorite DIY Halloween costume that you’ve seen? idk What is your favorite gender-neutral name? idk. Do you want to give your kids common names or unique names? idk What is your favorite type of braid? french What is your favorite spice? cumin Favorite Spice Girl? - Favorite Cheetah Girl? - Backstreet Boys or *N Sync? NSYNC

Were you a boy band fan? just NSYNC What decade were you born in? 90s. What is your favorite coffee shop? mine What is your favorite tattoo that you’ve seen? mine What is something you have too many of? books ... but can you really have too many? What collection are you thinking of starting? nothing. Do you collect anything now? If so, what? harry potter things When was the last time you painted something? idk Do you have any disabilities? yes Do you have any unique or hidden talents? no Do people call you gifted? nope. Do people call you unique? no. Do you get bullied? yes. Do you own a dreamcatcher? no What are five of your favorite stores at the mall? hot topic..that’s it. When was the last time you went to Michael’s? years and years ago Do you knit or crochet? no Do you enter craft projects in your county’s fair? no. What modes of transportation do you use? car What is your least favorite chore? all of them What is the best gift you have ever given someone? idk What is the best gift you have ever received? love Have you ever made a decision that you regret? yeah Do you make your own greeting cards? no What color feather boas do you own? - Do you use colored hangers? no. Do you organize your clothes by color? nope. What time does your alarm go off in the morning? 845pm-940pm What was your favorite toy as a child? harry potter action figures What do you want to name your first child? idk List ten favorite girls names. um no List ten favorite boys names. again, no. What season do you want to get married in? i got married in the fall Is your Pinterest cluttered? - Are you a trendsetter? no. Do you want to be a trendsetter? no. What was the last great book you read? oh gosh...um...Looking for Alaska Are you a free spirit? probably not Has anyone called you a free spirit? no Do you get more compliments or insults? idk Has anyone ever spread lies about you? yes What is your favorite insect? - What bugs scare you? cockroaches What was your favorite vacation? Universal Studios Orlando Who picked your name, your mom or your dad? my dad i think? What is your first and middle name? Ashley Nicole What were some other names your parents were considering when they had you? Amber What are your siblings’ names? Amber lol Do you own any Lularoe leggings? nope. What was the last thing you bought online? books Do you enjoy public speaking? i don’t hate it

[collegesakha]

Top Business Schools in the world

Introduction

Before starting the discussion on the Top Business Schools in the world, one must know what are business schools and what is their purpose? Business schools are the schools which usually teach and specialize in courses related to Business, their purpose is to provide students with the knowledge and skills required for the administration of Business. The various courses which are offered to the students, by the Business schools are Masters in Business Administration, Postgraduate diploma and certified courses related to business and Business Administration. Deciding on Pursuing an MBA is always a tough decision for personnel and selecting the aptest college for you according to your requirements and skillset is even tougher.

An MBA from a prestigious college is the key to success for almost every candidate. Doing a Business or Management course from an elite college is advantageous for the graduates.

Graduates with an MBA degree or PGDM in business-related courses from a globally recognised university have the potential to pursue a High-paying Job/career.

World-class business schools produce corporate leaders and entrepreneurs who are responsible for the driving economy, thus, business schools also contribute to the running of the economy.

The top business schools in the world accept scores scored by the candidates in the GMAT exam.

Full-form of the GMAT is General Management Aptitude Test, which is accepted by more than 500 business schools in the world.

The passing rate of the GMAT every year is also very impressive, every year more than 20% of candidates who are appearing for the exam, clear the exam.

There are various colleges around the globe which give students admission without considering the marks scored by the students in the GMAT exam.

Given below table shows the institutions offering MBA courses around the globe without accepting the GMAT marks.

Boston University

Georgetown University

Kellogg School of Management, Northwestern University

Loyola University Chicago

Michigan State University

NYU Stern

Ross School of Business, University of Michigan

Rutgers Business School, Rutgers University

Texas A & M University

University of Delaware

Graduates from Business school are specially taught to handle problems and solve problems in the business with a positive approach which helps them to run big businesses successfully.

Till now you must have gotten an insight into the importance of the top world business schools, In the further sections of the blog, we will be discussing about the world’s top business schools in detail.

Given below is the list of the top world-class business schools with world-class facilities according to their past results and achievements.

Stanford University

Harvard University

University of Pennsylvania — Wharton

London Business School

MIT — Sloan

INSEAD

HEC Paris

University of Chicago — Booth (tie)

IE Business School

Columbia University

Learn More about University…

[taylordmorris]

Former Indian central bank boss says won't apply for top BoE job

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Former Indian central bank boss says won't apply for top BoE job

© Reuters. India’s former RBI Governor Rajan, gestures during an interview with Reuters in New Delhi

By David Milliken

LONDON (Reuters) – Former Reserve Bank of India chief Raghuram Rajan said on Wednesday he did not intend to apply for the job of Bank of England governor which is due to come vacant next year.

Rajan has been mentioned by analysts as a possible future BoE governor after Mark Carney – who previously headed Canada’s central bank – steps down at the end of June 2019.

“I have a very good job at the University of Chicago and I actually am an academic, not a professional central banker. I am very happy where I am,” Rajan told reporters after an event in London hosted by the U.S. university’s Booth School of Business, where he is a finance professor.

“I think I’ve said all I can say. I’m not going to apply for a job anywhere, absolutely.”

Asked what he would do if he were approached to fill the role, Rajan – who was the RBI’s governor until September 2016 – said he had answered a similar question.

British finance minister Philip Hammond is expected to name Carney’s successor later this year, and said in Washington last month that he would consider candidates from abroad.

Andrew Bailey, a former BoE deputy governor who now heads Britain’s Financial Conduct Authority, is seen as the front-runner by many economists in the City of London.

Aside from current senior BoE staff, other names mentioned include Agustin Carstens, the Mexican who is general manager of the Bank for International Settlements, Minouche Shafik, a former BoE deputy governor who heads the London School of Economics and Shriti Vadera, who chairs Santander UK (MC:).

Rajan is a former chief economist at the International Monetary Fund, and warned of financial imbalances in the run-up to the 2007-08 global crisis.

On Wednesday, he said that banks were now much safer but risk had shifted to other parts of the financial system.

Debt troubles in Argentina were likely to be repeated elsewhere and he highlighted the increased volume of ‘covenant-lite’ loans compared with before the crisis.

The U.S. Federal Reserve and the European Central Bank had probably done too much in the way of asset purchases once the worst of the crisis had passed, Rajan added, and had let governments off the hook in terms of undertaking structural reform and providing fiscal stimulus.

In the ECB’s case, asset purchases appeared to have weakened the euro but not boosted real economic activity.

He declined to comment on whether the BoE’s 435 billion pound ($587 billion) asset purchases were too much, or if Britain’s fiscal austerity since 2010 had been excessive, as he had not studied the British economy in as much depth.

Disclaimer: Fusion Media would like to remind you that the data contained in this website is not necessarily real-time nor accurate. All CFDs (stocks, indexes, futures) and Forex prices are not provided by exchanges but rather by market makers, and so prices may not be accurate and may differ from the actual market price, meaning prices are indicative and not appropriate for trading purposes. Therefore Fusion Media doesn`t bear any responsibility for any trading losses you might incur as a result of using this data.

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Former Indian central bank boss says won't apply for top BoE job

New Post has been published on https://worldwide-finance.net/news/commodities-futures-news/former-indian-central-bank-boss-says-wont-apply-for-top-boe-job

Former Indian central bank boss says won't apply for top BoE job

© Reuters. India’s former RBI Governor Rajan, gestures during an interview with Reuters in New Delhi

By David Milliken

LONDON (Reuters) – Former Reserve Bank of India chief Raghuram Rajan said on Wednesday he did not intend to apply for the job of Bank of England governor which is due to come vacant next year.

Rajan has been mentioned by analysts as a possible future BoE governor after Mark Carney – who previously headed Canada’s central bank – steps down at the end of June 2019.

“I have a very good job at the University of Chicago and I actually am an academic, not a professional central banker. I am very happy where I am,” Rajan told reporters after an event in London hosted by the U.S. university’s Booth School of Business, where he is a finance professor.

“I think I’ve said all I can say. I’m not going to apply for a job anywhere, absolutely.”

Asked what he would do if he were approached to fill the role, Rajan – who was the RBI’s governor until September 2016 – said he had answered a similar question.

British finance minister Philip Hammond is expected to name Carney’s successor later this year, and said in Washington last month that he would consider candidates from abroad.

Andrew Bailey, a former BoE deputy governor who now heads Britain’s Financial Conduct Authority, is seen as the front-runner by many economists in the City of London.

Aside from current senior BoE staff, other names mentioned include Agustin Carstens, the Mexican who is general manager of the Bank for International Settlements, Minouche Shafik, a former BoE deputy governor who heads the London School of Economics and Shriti Vadera, who chairs Santander UK (MC:).

Rajan is a former chief economist at the International Monetary Fund, and warned of financial imbalances in the run-up to the 2007-08 global crisis.

On Wednesday, he said that banks were now much safer but risk had shifted to other parts of the financial system.

Debt troubles in Argentina were likely to be repeated elsewhere and he highlighted the increased volume of ‘covenant-lite’ loans compared with before the crisis.

The U.S. Federal Reserve and the European Central Bank had probably done too much in the way of asset purchases once the worst of the crisis had passed, Rajan added, and had let governments off the hook in terms of undertaking structural reform and providing fiscal stimulus.

In the ECB’s case, asset purchases appeared to have weakened the euro but not boosted real economic activity.

He declined to comment on whether the BoE’s 435 billion pound ($587 billion) asset purchases were too much, or if Britain’s fiscal austerity since 2010 had been excessive, as he had not studied the British economy in as much depth.

Disclaimer: Fusion Media would like to remind you that the data contained in this website is not necessarily real-time nor accurate. All CFDs (stocks, indexes, futures) and Forex prices are not provided by exchanges but rather by market makers, and so prices may not be accurate and may differ from the actual market price, meaning prices are indicative and not appropriate for trading purposes. Therefore Fusion Media doesn`t bear any responsibility for any trading losses you might incur as a result of using this data.

Fusion Media or anyone involved with Fusion Media will not accept any liability for loss or damage as a result of reliance on the information including data, quotes, charts and buy/sell signals contained within this website. Please be fully informed regarding the risks and costs associated with trading the financial markets, it is one of the riskiest investment forms possible.

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