#shout out to my soc professor for that one

[freddie-77-ao3]

drew, with a six pack of beer: do you want any? malcolm: nah you don't need alcohol if you're delusional connor: connor: IT'S FOUR AM BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP

[darkmajesty-xo]

the spark between us pt.1

18+ MDNI| himbo!kaminari , cherrychaser!shinsou, nerdy!reader

this was an absolute disaster.

out of all the students in your soc theory class, the professor had paired you with none other than denki fucking kaminari.

why is this such a big deal ?

for starters, he’s an idiot. there isn’t an intelligent thought going on in that pretty blonde head. the only reason he was even enrolled at Yuuei University was athletics. he was set to go pro but the league required at least three years of college before an athlete could be drafted. school was literally a placeholder for him until he was able to do what he really wanted.

secondly, it would be extremely difficult to be partnered with this beautiful idiot because you had the hugest crush on him.

what’s not to like about kaminari ? he’s handsome, funny and charismatic—undeniably one of the most popular guys in school. a super bubbly, “life of the party, attitude that was the complete opposite of your shy, reserved nature.

he was also taken, so that ruined your chances of anything happening if you were even his type to begin with. as far as you knew, he’d never spared you a second glance. so, why was he walking over to your lunch table with his boyfriend in tow.

you knew shinsou a little better than kaminari—he was the son of your favorite professor and you had a couple classes together. on a few occasions he’d lean over to ask for the date or a spare pencil. and it definitely made your heart race when he’d whisper “thanks, kitty” , referring to your favorite headband, and wink before turning around.

okay, so maybe you had a crush on both of them but that made things even more difficult!

“hey, yn!” kaminari shouted as he approached.

god, he was so loud. half the cafe turned to look in your direction. you sunk in your seat silently praying that the ground would swallow you hole.

“helloooo— earth to yn. anybody home?”

he was getting closer and there was absolutely no way out of this, so you gave a small wave as he slid into the booth across from you. shinsou opted to sit next to you, throwing his long arm behind your head.

“hey, kitty. funny meeting you here” he smirked lazily, reaching into your lunch tray to pop one of the fries in his mouth.

“h-hi shinsou. hi k-kaminari” you replied, looking down at your fingernails. eye contact wasn’t your strong suit and it was especially intimidating with the two of them.

kaminari didn’t seem to notice. “no need to be so formal—all my friends call me kami or denki!”

“we’re not friends…” you mutter, sparing a glance at the blonde while chewing at your fingertips. seeing his pout made you immediately regret your words.

“ouch, sparky. sucks to be you” shinsou teases, taking another fry to throw at his boyfriend.

“dick” kaminari scoffs, before glancing back at you. there was the briefest moment that his honey brown eyes met your own before snapping back down. interesting, he thought to himself. “well, we may not be friends yet but i promise to win you over if you give me a chance ! whaddya say partner?”

he extends his hand for you to shake. they’re pale and pretty. with long veins popping out of the flesh and black painted fingernails. your mind flashes to thoughts of them caressing your body—would they be soft and smooth or rough and calloused ?

you knawed at your lip in contemplation. it wouldn’t hurt to try and be friends— you did have to work together anyway. and it would be nice to have someone to talk to outside of schoolwork. if you could manage to string together more than two sentences.

you dare glance up at his honey brown orbs for the briefest of moments before settling on his pouty lips.

“ohkay, k-kami” his lips curl into a smile as you extend your hand to meet his. static electricity courses through your fingertips causing you to yelp and pull back.

“looks like you two have chemistry” shinsou purrs, lazily fingering the tip of your cat eared headband.

kaminari looks at his boyfriend incredulously.

“no bro, i told you we have sociology!”

you and shinsou groan in unison. “whaaaat?” kaminari whines making you giggle. shinsou squeezes your shoulder and smirks down at you and heat immediately floods your face.

this is going to be a long semester.

[ireceived-p8250000]

January 19-25, 2014

Sunday, January 19

After my morning jog, my brother picked me up for driving practice. I worked on igniting the engine, turning, using the joystick, and when to press the brakes. We practiced until 1 PM, then I had to go home and do some work.

Monday, January 20

I attended Physics class with Mansoor. We started working on real problems. I love Physics, but it's a really tough subject.

Tuesday, January 21

Spanish class introduced us to pronunciations and basics. In the afternoon, we had a leadership training program at Mary Heights in Bakakeng. My niece Roxanne was there, so we had lunch together with Mansoor. I attended Biochem even though I was late.

Wednesday, January 22

Physics class, then Humanities, followed by Psych Assessment where we studied different research methods. It’s just the beginning, but it’s interesting.

Thursday, January 23

Spanish class in the morning, then SocSci, Soc Psych, and Biochem. It was a routine day with nothing particularly interesting. I had to work until midnight.

Friday, January 24

I slept at 3 AM finishing up work and was groggy getting to school for 7:30 AM Physics. Mansoor let me nap in their office before Humanities. We had a drawing project for Humanities, then Psych Assessment, which was tough because of the professor. During the break, I went to the restroom and bumped into Sir Apollo on the way. He called my name, but I hurried to the restroom. When I came out, he was waiting for me.

"Mag-usap tayo," he asked.

"Makademand ka naman mag-usap as if I owe you anything."

He stepped closer. "Come on, wag kang ganyan."

I tried to pass, but he blocked my way and attempted to touch me. "Tigilan mo ko sisigaw ako!"

He smiled mischievously, "Hindi mo kaya yan. You don't like drawing attention to yourself."

He was right, but I shouted anyway, startling him. Someone came out, but the area was practically empty at 6 PM. I pretended to wonder where the scream came from and passed by him with a sly look. My heart was pounding as I went back.

Saturday, January 25

I went to the gym early. Tonight was the concert, starting at 9 PM, giving us enough time to get there. After classes, Hollmae and I went to the concert at the bar. Men hit on us, and Hollmae engaged with them, but I had a feeling some weren’t up to any good. I told her which ones to avoid. The concert was good, and someone bought us drinks, but I didn’t feel good about it. We decided to move to other places where it was just us.

[winifredsandersonsbitch]

“My Babysittee’s a Vampire”

Spike x Reader, BTVS

Warnings: cursing, partial nudity, a little pain? but not necessarily violence. Possible spoilers.

Description: The reader volunteers to watch Spike at Giles’s house while the others do some sluthing, but nothing goes as planned. It turns out that vampires are very hard to babysit.

Spike swore that the chip in his head prevented him from hurting anyone, but you weren’t so sure. Giles decided to keep him chained up in the house for observation and that required someone to actually observe him. You volunteered.

You were still the weakest of the Scoobies, unfortunately (except for maybe Anya, but she got points for being an ex-demon). There wasn’t much you could do except get in the way of the monster fighting. But if you could be helpful by staying in and doing some homework, hey. You weren’t going to complain.

“What, Buffy can’t even be bothered to watch me herself, now that I’m all neutered?”

Spike was in a hell of a mood, seemingly forgetting that he had come to you and your friends for sanctuary. It probably didn’t help that Giles and Xander chained him up in the bathtub.

“She’s busy.” You were unsure of whether or not you were trying to comfort him or just get him off your back. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

“So I’m just supposed to sit here and stare at the bloody wall all night?”

“Mhmm.”

You were up against the opposite wall, trying—and failing—to get through the sociology chapter your professor had assigned that day. Everyone else in the gang seemed to ignore their homework entirely, except maybe Willow, but you needed a good grade. Your future plans extended outside Sunnydale. But that was only half the trick. You also had to convince Buffy to come with you.

Spike lapsed into silence as you took your notes, the concept finally clicking into place in your head after the third time around. You highlighted and underlined, drawing triangles to help you understand the ideas of hierarchy and filling up your margins with little asides that helped you contextualize. You didn’t even wonder if you should be worried about the vampire’s sudden quiet until his voice broke through your focus.

“Read to me.”

You dropped your pen, startled. He was staring at you intently, like how you imagined a lion might study its prey. Like everything else had faded from view and he was trying to decide whether or not to take his chances on the hunt.

“I-It’s just soc-sociology,” you stuttered, holding up the textbook for him to see. “I don’t think you’ll like it.”

“I like people.” Spike bared his teeth in a grin that you guessed was supposed to be charming or encouraging, but toed past the line to frightening. When you hesitated, he sweetened his voice, practically cooing, “Come on. What harm could it do?”

So you did. He never asked you to stop and explain anything or gave any indication that he didn’t understand, but you interjected your own learnings in anyway. You almost forgot that it was him you were talking to. Willow used to really value school, and she was still the smartest person you knew, but witchcraft was taking over her areas of interest and none of the others cared about this kind of stuff unless you were helping them with their own homework. It was nice to have a rapt audience, even if he was literally being held captive.

“Basically, he’s saying that social environment shapes how we act and react to situations. Like in the Stanford Prison Experiment.” Your eyes darted from the text to Spike, waiting for a nod or something, but he looked as much like a statue as ever. “Good people can be made to do bad things because of the pressure they feel, real or imagined, to follow the rules that have been set in their environment.”

You waited for him to tell you that you had been right before and he was bored, but instead he leaned forward and narrowed his eyes. The chains around his midsection clanked against each other and you forced yourself to keep your expression neutral, even though your heart felt like it might beat out of your chest.

“What about bad people?”

Being around Buffy and the others, around so much supernatural for so many years, had made you into a person who could handle most things with a cool head. It was a required skill. You could freak out about the little things—tests, dating, work—though they seemed to matter less now than ever. But you couldn’t let the supernatural world scare you shitless unless you wanted to shut down completely. Your hands trembled where they grasped your book, but you kept your voice even. You forced your eyes upward to meet Spike’s.

“You tell me.”

——

You couldn’t run away from him, even though you were deeply and truly uncomfortable, so you excused yourself and went to the kitchen for a snack. You knew you shouldn’t leave him alone for too long, chip or not, so you sat down at the table and tried to catch your breath. You were counting down from one hundred when he started shouting about blood.

“It’s unfair,” he said when your frame filled the doorway, arms crossed, “that you get your snack and I don’t get mine.”

At this, his eyes raked down your body. You doubted that the gang would mind much if they came back to find him with a broken nose, but you exercised some hard-won self-control and dug your nails into your palms. Spike was smart and if he was working you up, it was probably for a reason. You treaded back to the kitchen and returned with a mug filled with some B negative that Giles had “borrowed” from the hospital’s blood bank.

“This is the last of the human stuff,” you told him with some satisfaction. “Next you’re drinking pig’s blood.”

You held the mug well away from you, willing your eyes to ignore the splatters on the rim from when you had poured it in. Spike cocked his head.

“Are you going to unchain me, or—?”

“I’ll get a straw.”

When you came back, he was slumped against the inside wall of the porcelain tub. You sat on the edge, held the mug up for him, and turned your head away, enough that you couldn’t see him take his first sip but not enough that he would notice. The sound by itself was almost worse.

“It’s cold.”

“I’m not running a hotel. You’re a hostage.”

“I’m a guest seeking asylum.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “Fine.” You couldn’t bicker with him any more. You needed this to be over.

You warmed it in the microwave, swearing the whole time, and brought it back with both hands wrapped around the mug to keep yourself from throwing the blood in Spike’s face. He smiled as if he knew what you were thinking and relaxed against the tub, tilting up only his chin so that you had to sink to your knees against the tile floor to get an angle that would work.

“I could get used to this,” he mused when he had finished. A few droplets splattered on your hands. You tried not to look at them and began soaping up in the sink.

“Don’t.”

“You know, love, Passions is on in twenty, if your watch is correct.”

You unclasped it from your wrist and wiped it off with a damp tissue. “Forget it.”

“I guess we could always read more from the textbook.” You caught his crafty smirk in the mirror. “You seemed to like that well enough.”

You sighed. “Will it get you off my back?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Fine.”

You crossed to the tub and tried to puzzle out how to lift him without breaking anything. Spike’s hands were bound in front of him by a separate set of chains than his body to make it more difficult for him to escape and give him some limited mobility. His back was flush up against the tub wall, pressed to the porcelain in a way that would make it difficult to pull him up from behind. There was a small amount of space in between his legs, as his feet had been spread to either side of the tap.

“Well?”

“Shut up.”

You stepped into the tub gingerly, easing over the high rim to stand in between Spike’s legs in the space provided. It wasn’t much, and you caught the fabric of his jeans under your foot at first, but you adjusted.

Next you placed your arms on either side of his chest right under his arms.

“Lift with me,” you said, and together you managed to get him to sit on the edge of the tub. “Okay, next—”

He straightened out, trying to stand before you were ready for him, overcompensating so he wouldn’t hit the wall nearest to him and then hitting you with the full force of his weight as he toppled forward.

“Fuck, Spike!”

He was so goddamn heavy. His chest pressed against your face, forcing your back to the wall where the tap caught you in the back of the lower thigh and tore the skin. You couldn’t shove him back unless you wanted him to fall out the back of the tub and onto the floor, possibly cracking his skull in the process. It was tempting, but your reputation as a babysitter would be shredded.

“This isn’t exactly comfortable for me either, you know!”

“Ouch. Ouch. Fuck. Okay, I’m going to push you back slowly. Try to keep your balance.”

But when you moved your leg to keep it from being pressed against the spout, you hit the knob for the cold water, which came pouring down over your heads.

Spike cursed so loudly the neighbors could probably hear. “Turn it off!”

“Stand up! I can’t turn it off with you all over me like this!”

He righted himself too quickly and fell backward back into the floor of the tub, sending his legs sprawling out beneath you. Your feet were knocked out from under you and you fell on top of him heavily, bruising your elbow and knocking your chin against his sternum as the water poured on.

“Fuck,” he whispered, unable to do anything else. It took you both a moment to adjust to the pain and you closed your eyes to your own idiocy.

“Did you hit your head?” you asked finally, reaching out a hand to the platinum blond mop that was now plastered against his skull.

“Turn. The bloody. Water. Off.”

“Okay, okay,” you huffed. He groaned as you sat up, spreading your legs to either side of his hips to steady yourself and keep from slipping in the tub that was slowly filling up. “But this was all you. You had to watch Passions.”

“You’re the one,” he grunted, “who volunteered to play babysitter.”

The shower head drenched you as you twisted and leaned back to flick the knob off.

“I’m normally good with kids, so I figured I could handle one whiny brat for a night.”

You were breathing heavily, your body throbbing from all the places you had scraped and bruised in the struggle. Spike didn’t look much better, although you supposed he had his super vampire healing or whatever. You weren’t worried about it. Your clothes, on the other hand...

“Now what?”

Carefully, you stood and stepped out of the tub. You avoided your textbook on the ground as you grabbed a towel from the cabinets underneath the sink and wrapped it around yourself.

“You can’t leave me here.”

There was at least an inch of water kept in the tub by the plugged drain. It would probably serve Spike right to sit there all night. You both knew that the others would find it funny rather than an exercise in abuse of authority.

“Take the chains off,” he said, switching his tone from murderous to honeyed. “I promise I won’t bite.”

“You can’t,” you retorted, before realizing you had proven his point. “I mean, if what you say is true.”

“Do you think I would be here right now if it wasn’t?”

You couldn’t. This was the setup for a disaster. Things like this always happened to you guys.

“Look, I could’ve hurt any of you before you chained me up. I didn’t.”

He did look kind of pitiful, soaking and lying on his back in the bathtub.

“Maybe you were playing the long game. And now you’ve decided it’s not for you.”

Your words made sense, but you were wavering. Maybe you had a death wish. You left the room for a moment and returned with the key.

“Your hands stay locked up.”

“Fine.”

You were all too aware how close to him you were now, to his mouth. You barely breathed when you stepped into his personal bubble and let the chains slide to the floor. His lips twisted as he looked down on you and before you could step back, his face contorted and he stretched his mouth open.

“Ow! Fuck! Bloody hell!” he cried, putting a hand to his head as you fell back onto the floor on your already sore ass, scrambling backward. “It was a joke!”

“Buffy should have staked you,” you spat, but you led him into the living room anyway.

The two of you were still dripping all over the carpet, but you ducked into Giles’s closet after re-hiding the key and brought out two pairs of pajama pants and a t-shirt.

As it was, you had to take the scissors to Spike’s shirt and throw it out. It was impossible to get it off with the chains on, though you gave it a shot anyway and ended up tangling Spike in it. It was kind of gratifyingly funny to see his head tucked in under the fabric as he struggled.

“You bloody witch!”

“Stop squirming!”

The pants were worse. He had to sit down in the armchair as you shimmied his soaked jeans off, leaving him only in boxers.

“Like what you see?”

“Shut up or I’ll leave you like this.”

Getting the pajamas on was even harder. He had to stand up, support himself by leaning his hands on your shoulder, and kind of hop into the legs of it as you held them up. They were big on him, too, but you tied the drawstrings as tightly as you could, which meant having your hands near a very sensitive area for a few seconds. Ultimately, the pants still hung low on his hips, and you wrinkled your nose in frustration. When you pulled back, Spike had his lips puckered, stringently trying to avoid laughter.

“So you’re just going to leave me in damp knickers?”

“We’re all having to make sacrifices today. Turn around.”

You didn’t want to leave him again, not even for a second, afraid of the trouble he’d get up to on his own. You yanked off your own jeans and t-shirt, watching his back in case he disobeyed you, unable to ignore how muscled and lean he was.

Goddamnit, he really could kill you if he had half a mind to. You’d been training ever since you’d found out what Buffy was, but with school and a job, there was only so much you could fit in.

You wavered between turning around to unclasp your bra and staying in place to monitor him, but ultimately you decided it was safer to just hurry up and do it. You weren’t sure how much skin Spike saw when he went ahead and broke the rules, but it was more than you had hoped. You pulled the t-shirt over your head hurriedly, but Giles wasn’t necessarily a very big man, and it was decidedly short on you.

“Spike,” you hissed. “Go watch TV.”

“Well, we’ve probably missed Passions by now. But our romantic evening doesn’t have to be ruined.” His eyebrow quirked suggestively and you balled up your wet jeans, aiming right at his face.

“Go!”

You almost took yourself out on the corner of the coffee table as you pulled on Giles’s only pair of pajama shorts. You had to roll the top down three times for them to sit at your hips without totally falling off. Spike watched you do it. You gritted your teeth and said nothing.

When the others came back, you and Spike were in separate chairs, your hair still drying.

Xander opened his mouth and then closed it, glancing back and forth between the two of you. Giles seemed disturbed, his right eye beginning to spasm as he spotted the piles of clothes on the floor. Willow stifled a laugh, almost choking on it. And Buffy’s fists curled like she was preparing to hit one—or both—of you.

Spike didn’t look away from the TV, although the corner of his mouth twitched. You dug your fingers into the chair’s arm rests.

“I deserve a raise.”

[notveryglittery]

mistakes are made

summary: maybe don’t prank your boyfriend’s brother, especially if he already doesn’t really like you. ships: romantic roceit, brotherly anxceit, rivalry (?) prinxiety / words: 1,500 warnings: technically, a character gets shot by what is technically gun, but no one is actually hurt. lemme know if anything needs tagging! notes: wrote this to bribe @sher-soc-the-famder​ into finishing homework >:3 human au, i guess sort of youtuber au, too? it’s kinda plotless, just some good old fashioned fluff!! enjoy!! (i know the tenses are messy lol sorry)

@fandersfic-roceit @fandersfic-anxceit @fandersfic-prinxiety

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Roman thought he was perfectly charming, thank you very much! Why, it was right there in his last name. Roman Prince. Prince Charming. See! He was an absolute gentleman, if he did say so himself. And, well, if you didn’t believe him, you could always ask his big brother! Patton said it all the time! He said that Roman was kind and chivalrous and passionate. He said that Roman cared about the people he loved! 

If only all older brothers were as sweet as Patton was. 

It hadn’t even been Roman’s idea, first of all! … Mostly. Okay, so it hadn’t been his own original idea but it might have been his idea to give it a try. He’d done plenty of research, though, in making sure that it was safe and that neither of them would get hurt! He was far too attached to Damien to even imagine letting him get injured. It was going to make for a really cool video, okay? Both of their channels had been lacking in content lately, what with being busy with college; this way, they’d each have a video to post! The plan was that they’d be shot from very different point of views with titles that were just enough clickbait without actually being false. 

“my boyfriend shoots my brother” was true, technically, even if it was going to put Roman in Virgil’s bad graces for a little while. It wasn’t like it’d be all that big a difference, to be fair, since Virgil definitely still kinda sorta hated Roman on some level. No amount of insisting from Damien would convince Roman otherwise. Despite the fact that they’d been dating for nearly a year now (with even more time as each other’s closest rivals), Virgil still had yet to warm up to Roman. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve the dagger-filled glares, to be honest, but Roman was nothing if not resilient! 

(And charming, in case you forgot. He’d worm his way into Virgil’s heart eventually!) 

“confetti cannon gone wrong” really didn’t even begin to cover the premise of Roman’s video. Listen, though, you don’t just find a pretty pink confetti cannon slash gun at the thrift store and not buy it. He’d checked online afterwards and found that they ran well over two hundred dollars and this one had only cost him fifty! The best part was that it actually worked. After he and Patton had cleaned up that mess, Roman had video called Damien and… Alright, well, between you and me, this really had all been Roman’s original idea. He wasn’t one to half-ass his vlogs but if asked, surely it had been done before by some other popular Youtuber, and look Virgil, it wasn’t all him, he’d just been inspired!

“What if I shoot Virgil with a confetti cannon? I’ll even get it in purple and black!”

Damien normally had a very good poker face but apparently the idea of messing with his brother had peaked his interest. Roman swooned at the grin that lit up his boyfriend’s face. “That is a terrible idea. Let’s do it and see what happens.” 

Which led them here, cameras hidden in Virgil’s room to capture every glorious second. It’d have to be quick, Damien had said, because Virgil was far too aware of his surroundings for them to successfully sneak around for long. Making the executive decisions to skip classes that day, Damien and Roman cleared enough space in Virgil’s closet for Roman to hide in. It was significantly more difficult to make sure there was enough room for the confetti cannon, but they managed. Somehow. Let’s chalk it up to the fact that they’re both dangerously creative. 

If Virgil was suspicious of Damien being home on a day he’d normally have rehearsal, he didn’t say anything about it. If anything, it was the fact that Damien was filming in the kitchen. Nothing good ever came from Damien’s vlogs. Virgil shuddered just thinking about the sibling tag video they’d done last year. Sure enough, the moment Virgil was kicking his shoes off in the entryway, Damien was sidling up beside him.

“Oh dearest brother, won’t you tell my darlings what antics you’ve been up to lately?” Damien asked, practically simpering. 

Virgil squinted at him before turning the distrustful stare towards the camera. “You know, the usual. Putting the fear of God into freshies, inciting agitation in my professors for being opinionated, hacking Lyft reviews and fixing driver ratings if they got one star just for ‘not smiling enough.’ Nothing new.”

“Truly, a man of the people.” 

Virgil rolled his eyes. 

“And how’s starboy?” 

Damien delighted in the way his brother went red at the simple mention of his crush. 

“I’M GOING TO MY ROOM,” he announced loudly, disappearing from the frame so quickly, he might as well have been a cryptid avoiding being caught on tape. 

Which… isn’t entirely inaccurate. 

“Too easy,” Damien said, laughing under his breath. “Now, darlings, comes the fun part.” 

Now imagine with me, if you will, cutting to Roman’s video. Virgil storming into his room, muttering things like “stupid soft hair” and “eyes like glittering constellations.” Throwing his backpack aside and then throwing himself onto his bed and screaming into a pillow. 

Roman very nearly lost his composure at the sight of normally so stoic, so edgy Virgil having a meltdown over a cute boy. He would cut this while editing, of course, it wasn’t like he needed Virgil to hate him any more, but like hell he didn’t plan on using it as blackmail in the future. 

You might be wondering, “where does the ‘gone wrong’ come in?” 

Well, nowhere in their plans had they anticipated Virgil opening the closet doors himself. Roman shooting his boyfriend’s brother was supposed to be from a distance, maybe with him sitting at his computer, or while lounging in bed. He was not supposed to have shot Virgil directly in the chest while screaming half in terror and half in shock. Virgil was not supposed to stumble backwards, trip over his backpack, and fall onto the pile of blankets and pillows he’d shoved off of his bed and onto the floor this morning. This puts him entirely out of shot, by the way, leaving the viewer wondering whether or not he’s alive.

Roman, still screaming as he scrambled out of the closet and grabbed the camera, running out of the room would not ease any worries the viewers might have. 

Of course, Roman screaming was not part of the plan either, and so Damien had some concerns. “I wonder if my brother has finally murdered my boyfriend,” he would say, perfectly casual despite the sudden racing of his heart. 

“I SHOT HIM,” Roman shouted the moment his eyes landed on Damien. “Oh my GOD, he’s DEAD.” 

Before either could say much else, Virgil came stomping into the living room. “I’m not dead but you’re about to be.” (The threat didn’t carry much weight seeing as he was covered in confetti but we won’t tell him that.) 

“Now, now,” Damien said, stifling his laughter at the fact that Roman was cowering behind him. Oh, his poor sweet brave prince. “Maybe instead, Roman could do something to make it up to you?”

“Babe!” Roman hissed. 

Virgil crossed his arms over his chest. “He could break up with you so I never have to see his stupid face ever again.” 

Damien double checked to make sure his camera was still running. He couldn’t wait to use this to humiliate Virgil in front of Logan. 

“That’s hardly fair,” Damien responded, pouting. “I love him, you know.” 

Roman squeaked. 

“He owes me Chipotle for a month.” 

“Wh-!”

“Two months.” 

“I am a broke college freshman!”  

Virgil’s raised eyebrows and his slow lifting of three fingers shuts Roman up.

“I think that’s acceptable,” Damien concurred solemnly. He looked over his shoulder at Roman. “Is that alright with you, dear?” 

For a moment, silence followed as Virgil and Roman glared at each other. Damien would interrupt with a loud, over exaggerated sigh if he wasn’t getting such a kick out of this. 

“Fine,” Roman said finally, pouting. 

“Fine,” Virgil echoed, smirking. “Still don’t like you, though.” 

“I’m perfectly likable!” Roman cried as Virgil turned and left, brushing the confetti out of his hair. 

“Yes,” Damien hummed, finally turning the camera off. He turned to his boyfriend. “I’m inclined to agree.” Kissing Roman tasted as sweet as it always did, especially when he went and carded his hand through Damien’s hair. However, it could be made better… 

“I meant it, by the way,” Damien murmured, brushing his fingers through the curls at the nape of Roman’s neck. “About loving you.” 

Ah, yes, there it was. Roman blushed, bright and pretty, stammering through at least five responses before he finally gave up and just pulled Damien back in for another kiss. He had no doubt that Roman would have his own poetic declaration figured out eventually, but for now… Well, Damien had nothing to complain about.

[crowsheadcaneandleathergloves]

Impossible

Six of Crows Hogwarts AU

Jesper had always wondered what Kaz Brekker’s patronus was.

Perhaps a lion? A larger-than-Nagini sized snake? A sea creature? A massive dementor which would eat up it’s own kind?

Today would be the day Jesper would find out. And he was pumped.

In fact, he was so excited, Jesper got to the DADA class early. And he was never early. Jesper was either right on time—boarderline late—or fully late.

There was only a couple kids waiting patiently in the class when Jesper got there.

A petite Slytherin girl with a long braid, two Gryffindor’s, a hulking guy with blond hair, a girl sat next to him, and a cute curly haired Hufflepuff.

And, speaking of the devil himself, Kaz Brekker in his blue and bronze uniform.

After Harry Potter graduated, the professors thought it would be best to mix up all the houses into classes instead of just two houses in a class together.

So, Jesper knew all of the students sat in the class.

The bronze skinned Slytherin was Inej Ghafa, a small but ferocious girl. Jesper had made the mistake of misjudging her in their second year. He had walked away with a deflated ego and a fear of bats.

The two Gryffindor’s were Nina Zenik and Matthias Helvar. Jesper shivered as he remembered their earlier years at Hogwarts.

In those times, before Year 5, Jesper didn’t know whether those two were dating or fighting.

He either saw them cuddling and flirting together with a professor chewing them out for something like a prank or, them bickering and pranking each other like they despised each other and a professor chewing them out for being disruptive.

This Year Seven, and last year at Hogwarts, the two of them seemed to have settled on one of the two modes: their couple mode which seemed to relieve the entire school, including—and especially—the professors.

Jesper sat down next to the cute Hufflepuff, Wylan Van Eck.

Jesper remembered that he had thought the kid to be a spineless, typical rich kid.

He had started disliking the kid in Year 1 when he saw him sucking up to the professors and going the extra mile to get extra credit.

However, in Year 3, Jesper had been voicing his opinions about Wylan with Kaz. Something along the lines about “no matter how cute he is, he’s still a goody two shoes!”

Kaz had put him in his place and told Jesper that Wylan had a dead mother and an abusive father.

Jesper’s opinions about the kid had changed overnight.

But, he still didn’t know how Kaz knew so much about Wylan’s parents.

And Kaz Brekker. The brooding, ex-crush, hatstall.

Jesper and Kaz had met on the train on the way to Hogwarts. Kaz had been alone in a compartment and Jesper had stumbled across it in search of his own.

In the short time it took to get to Hogwarts, Jesper and Kaz had bonded and Jesper was hoping that they’d get sorted into the same house.

Kaz wanted to be in Slytherin. Jesper wanted Gryffindor but wouldn’t mind wearing green if it meant him and Kaz would be together and in the same house.

Kaz was called up before Jesper to the Sorting Hat and, for many minutes, the Hat said nothing.

Jesper and all the other First Years waited patiently for the Hat to call out one of the four houses.

The Hat never did for those seemingly endless minutes.

All it did was mutter to itself. “Slytherin or Ravenclaw? Ravenclaw or Slytherin?”

One minutes, and the Hat was leaning more to Slytherin. Then, the next minute he was for Ravenclaw.

The whole Hall had been silent, even the professors glancing at one another and wondering when the Sorting Hat would just choose Kaz’s house already.

“Very intelligent indeed, a mind like no other. Yet cunning and you’d do well in Slytherin...”

Kaz had looked absolutely furious at the Hat; up there on the stool with all eyes on him.

Eventually, after ten gruelling minutes, the Hat had finally shouted “Ravenclaw!” and Kaz had finally been able to hop off the stool quickly, his tie turning the Ravenclaw colours.

That had been the moment Jesper knew him and Kaz would not be in the same house. Surely he wouldn’t get into Ravenclaw, the smartest House.

And Jesper had been right. It had taken the Hat a measly 2 minutes, compared to Kaz’s ten, to choose Slytherin for him, almost placing him in Hufflepuff which wouldn't have been so bad since he could have gotten to dorm with Wylan.

Eventually, all the students managed to trickle into the DADA class, no conversation erupting except for the quiet giggles coming from the pair of Gryffindor’s flirting with each other.

Then, came the moment of truth when Professor Nazyalensky walked in and the classroom went dead silent in anticipation.

“Good afternoon class,” she said, pacing around the room, her hands behind her back. It was as if she were prowling for a classmate to prey on. “I hope you’re ready for one of the most difficult charms you will ever learn in all of your years. The Patronus Charm. Some of you may never even learn what your Patronus’ are.”

A hand shot up. “Then why are you teaching it to us?” It was Nina.

“Because, Miss. Zenik,” Nazyalensky snapped, glaring at the Gryffindor girl. “This is Defence Against the Dark Arts and I am supposed to be teaching you how to defend yourself.” 

“I swear,” Jesper heard Nina hiss to Matthias, “that woman has it out for me.”

Nazyalensky began prowling once again. “This charm helps the caster eliminate Dementors, soul sucking creatures. In order to cast it, one must simply think of a happy memory and say ‘Expecto Patronum’.”

Nazyalensky walked to the board and wrote down the pronunciation and the wand movement. 

“Can you do it, Professor?” Inej asked from the back of the classroom. Her head was titled slightly and she looked mildly interested.

“Of course I can,” Nazyalensky sniffed. She pulled out her wand, waving it in a circular motion and said a simple “Expecto Patronum”.

A massive, silvery, giant squid erupted from the tip of her wand.

The class gasped at the sight of the massive creature which seemed to swim in air, flying above the classroom like a shooting star.

After a couple more questions about her own patronus, Nazyalensky had the class try for themselves. She had said that she doubted at least one person could cast a full, corporal, patronus, and Jesper was planning to prove her wrong.

It seemed Nina was too, her face scrunched up in concentration.

“You’re supposed to think of a happy moment, Miss. Zenik, not a terrible nightmare!”

A flash of silver caught Jesper’s eyes and a pretty, silvery, crow burst out of Inej’s wand, flying high and circling around Nazyalensky’s squid.

The whole class seemed to stop what they were doing to glance over at Inej and then at the majestic bird soaring above the classroom.

“Very well done, Miss. Ghafa.” Nazyalensky said, nodding her approval. “Perhaps you could teach Miss. Zenik how you managed —”

“— I can do it just fine, thanks.” Nina snapped, glaring at Nazyalensky before yelling, “Expecto Patronum” and a silvery crow flew out of her wand as well. 

Nina looked smugly at the professor, twirling her wand around her fingers idly before shoving it into her brown hair for safe keeping.

Wylan Van Eck came next, calling out a weak Expecto Patronum with a silvery wisp floating out. He tried again and a crow burst out, ruffling Wylan’s curls. 

Jesper watched as Wylan’s pretty blue eyes widened as the three crows met up in the air, seeming to silently communicate with one another.

Jesper glanced over at Kaz who was stood silently in the corner, his eyes shut calmly, his wand out. A small trickle of silver was smoking out of the top of Kaz’s dark wand.

Matthias’ came out next in an explosion of silver, the crow seemingly larger than life, crying out a massive caw as it took flight.

Nazyalensky seemed utterly floored. She had stopped stalking around the room and was like a little kid again, watching in awe as four almost identical patronus’ came out of four different people’s wands.

Seemingly one of the most hardest, most difficult spells to master, was preformed by four Seventh Years.

Jesper had never seen Nazyalensky shocked by anything. She either had seen it already or expected it beforehand.

Jesper shut his own eyes in concentration and excitement, wanting to see his own corporal patronus, remembering the day his father had taught him his first spell and how to shoot the spell accurately. It had been the Jelly-Legs Jinx and Jesper remembered feeling ecstatic when it hit right in the bullseye his dad had made from cardboard. 

He felt the moment and it’s happiness bubble up within him, filling him with excitement and adrenaline. 

“Expecto Patronum!” He felt something come out of his wand, the pure strength of it forcing Jesper to take a step back.

Jesper opened his eyes and just managed to glimpse his own crow taking flight and grouping with the others.

“This has got to be a practical joke.” Nazyalensky exclaimed, raising her wand and beginning to hurtle a multitude of spells, trying to vanish the five crows. 

Only, the crows stayed put. And they weren’t a practical joke.

Jesper’s eyes slid to Kaz still in the corner.

“Never in all my years teaching have I seen five students cast the Patronus Charm!” Nazyalensky exclaimed, still trying to shoot at the birds with harmless spells. “Never! It’s simply impossible!”

Then, without a sound, or incantation from Kaz, a grand, incredible silver crow flew out of the tip of Kaz’s wand, emitting a massive shriek that had everyone in the classroom covering their ears.

That’s when Jesper saw Kaz’s grin. “When people say impossible, they usually mean improbable.”

For those who haven’t read the Shadow and Bone trilogy, that last quote was from Siege and Storm. I was trying to find a good SoC or CK quote for it but found that one instead.

[justmesarahjg]

I graduated university!! (almost 3 weeks ago lol)

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(LONG POST omg) So, I already posted about this on my twitter but I totally forgot to post about it here: I graduated from University of California, Riverside! I had my commencement on the evening of 18th June 2017!!

I honestly still can’t believe I did it, that I graduated at 21 years old and received two bachelors degrees in Theater and Sociology.

University has definitely been one of the most life-changing, dynamic, fulfilling, heartbreaking, and enlightening experiences of my life. I was SO close to dropping out during the middle of my first year because I struggled so much and had failed (multiple classes in the same quarter!!) for the first time IN MY LIFE. However, I managed to retake all of those classes and receive much better grades! I also found a Latina/o/x theater group on campus (shout out to Latina/o Play Project!!) that honestly became a home to me and rocked my world, offering me a plethora of opportunities to grow artistically and just to be unapologetically me - and offered free plays to the public written by Latinx playwrights/about Latinx experiences. I also said “f**k it” and added my second major (Sociology) at the beginning of my last year...LOL (but I’d been taking Soc classes way before that). I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the friends I made at UCR to the ends of the earth. They cultivated a community of friendship, building each other up, and just puro amor (pure love). I couldn’t have made it without them, or my roommates. OH MY GOD my roommates. I love them so so much. I’m gonna miss ranting and fangirling to them (and them putting up with it lol)!! I’m going to miss the freakin’ BAD ASS professors I’ve had as well. Wow, this got long. Ahh I’m just rambling sorry lol!! But to finish off, I wanna say how grateful I am to my parents who always encouraged and supported me. Proud to be Mexican-American and a college grad, and the first in my immediate family to graduate from college. Increíblemente orgullosa y agradecida a mi familia y amigos. Los quiero mucho!!!!!

(btw my cap means “I am the owner/boss of my life” xD <3)

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[jaclynreinhartjd-blog]

5.1.17

Clearly I was not destined to be a blogger in this life.

I created this blog to help document my journey through law school. I kept up pretty well during 1L, despite it being my hardest year. I wrote to explain what it means to be a 2L. And I haven’t written at all, I don’t think, as a 3L. It’s been a while. But, since this blog was supposed to take me from 1L to JD, I figured I should write at least one more time before receiving my degree.

On May 21, 2017, I’ll finally be Jaclyn Reinhart, JD. Throughout law school, I’ve tried my very hardest to do as much as I possibly could. That’s the way I try to live my life. I graduated high school and my biggest regret was that I wished I would have loved it more. I complained about it so much, wished so much of it away. But, soon enough I was gone, and I could have loved it more. Ever since then, I’ve decided to live making a concentrated effort to love every step of my journey through life. I was able to do that through undergrad, seizing every opportunity and holding nothing back. And I believe I’ve been able to do that in law school as well.

I decided to suck the marrow out of law school. I was on the Law Review, as a 2L staff member and as a 3L Articles Editor. I participated in Stone Moot Court, a competitor as a 2L and a director of the competition as a 3L. I was in the Federalist Society, as a 1L rep and as Executive Vice President my 2L year. Through Fed Soc, I went to a Leadership Conference in D.C., met Senator Mitch McConnell, and had a reception in the Supreme Court. I was on the Critical Conversations committee my 2L and 3L years. I tried my very best to go to the Lawyers-Christian Fellowship most Thursdays. I was an Orientation Welcomer as a 2L and a 3L. I went through the OCI process and didn’t get a single call back. My dad and I drove to D.C. and back for a single interview. I took a bus from Boston to Albany and back for a single interview. I had half a dozen or more interviews in Boston. I spent my 1L summer at the U.S. Attorney’s Office for the Western District of NY. I did an externship with a Federal District Judge. I networked with alumni and judges. I built relationships with professors (which led to my 2L summer in San Diego and my post-grad job offer), administrators (special shout outs to Dean Muir, Brenda Hernandez, and Jen McCloskey), and staff. I took classes that I thought were important: Evidence, Trusts, Wills & Estates, Administrative Law, Professional Responsibility, Corporations. I took classes that I thought I would love: Immigration Law, Trademarks, Election Law, Discovery, Cannabis Law. I took classes that taught me skills: Depositions, Trial Advocacy. I went to Bar Review, Boat Cruise, the Halloween Party, Law Prom, Albers’ Receptions, Faculty-Student Mixers, Follies Shows, Open Mic Nights. I was the 1L who sang karaoke at the Landsdowne. I made awesome friends.

I won Best Brief, I won my mock trial, I lost out on Student Graduation Speaker.

I did a lot.

And now this chapter of my life is coming to a close. As Nana would say, I’m finally taking my place in life. That is both exciting and terrifying. But, I’m ready.

Come May 23, I’ll be studying for the Bar Exam in Boston. I’ll study for about seven weeks, rent a car, pack up my stuff, and drive to Buffalo at the end of July. Then, I take my one-way ticket and fly out to San Diego. I take the Bar there July 25-26. Then the next chapter begins.

Cheers.