#scientificxmethod

it’s snowing, of course it’s snowing - because nothing ever goes her way. pushing past gaggles of tourists ogling the grandeur of new york city in winter, jennifer lynch hurries to her favorite coffee shop. if she doesn’t get her coffee within the next twenty minutes, she’ll miss her class. but she is not about to sit through a two hour lecture without caffeine either. 

she pushes open the door to the shop, the bell jingling a cheerful little tune that makes her cringe. shaking the snow from her hair, she sighs in annoyance at the line - before resigning herself to a place in back of the queue. jennifer busies herself with her flashcards as she waits, flipping through various legal terms. 

& quicker than she’d expected, it’s her turn to order. barely looking up from her queue cards, she dictates her order to the barista ❛ i’ll have a venti hot caramel macchiato - no whip. ❜ suddenly struck by her lack of tack; jennifer frowns, and finally looks up at the barista ( who isn’t that cute stop blushing, jennifer ), tacking on an embarrassed ❛ please. ❜

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It was looking like another long and busy shift for Erin, the redhead stuck asking orders from customers who barely even looked up form their phones enough to yell at her or her co-workers whenever they dared to ask for their names. It was why Erin always valued those handful of customers, usually students, who actually went through the trouble of wishing her a nice day. Customer service was the most ungrateful type of job, but alas, also the only one she could manage to combine with her studies.

Busy as she’d been taking orders, she saw the familiar brunette as soon as she entered the small cafe, and if anyone dared to call Erin out on the fact that she nearly let the styrofoam take-out cup slip from her fingers she’d punch them in the face. Of course, it was a stupid thing to have a crush on a customer - life wasn’t a romance novel, this wasn’t going to go anywhere - but Erin couldn’t help herself. The young woman was smart, pretty, quick-witted, and generally didn’t take anyone’s shit. Erin could respect that.

She went through the next few customers with a bit more speed than usual, beaming brightly when the brunette end up in front of her. She’s mildly disappointed she doesn’t look up from her notes as she dictates her order, but Erin can’t say she really blames her. College is stressful, and she probably has an exam coming up. Erin herself also tended to take out every second she could get for last-minute revision.

“Jennifer, right?” Erin asked, as if she hadn’t remembered the young woman’s name the first time she’d seen her. “On the house. You look like you’ve got enough to worry about already.” Erin smiled. Despite being a horrible coffee junkie herself, she sometimes used her own code to give free drinks to customers who really needed it.

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❛❛ Is this what you do every Christmas? ❜❜

@mslynch:

 ❛ yes, what’s wrong with that? a year without a santa claus is a classic, and please don’t tell me you hate eggnog. i couldn’t bear it. ❜

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“No, that’s not what I meant!” Erin began quickly, holding up her hands in defensiveness. “I just... Never really pictured you to be the type to actually enjoy Christmas...”

@mslynch:

❛ and why would that be? –– because i’m a bitter scrooge-type who would sooner wither into a husk of bitterness when faced with an ounce of christmas cheer rather than enjoy the holiday season? ❜ the air of sincerity she’d been maintaining dissolves in the instant she decides to break the facade and smile. ❛ i’m kidding. ❜

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“Well, when you put it that way...” Erin faltered a little, looking more than a little embarrassed as it appeared Jennifer Lynch had read her exact thoughts on the matter. It was terrifying, in a way. “You just seem so serious all the time.”

@mslynch:

she’ll choose to ignore the jibe, focusing on the true beauty of the gift. ❛ erin, i - i honestly didn’t expect something like this. ❜ a light laugh, ❛ i definitely don’t hate it. ❜

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( Disney & Pixar Quotes )

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Ivy looked around the party at the various Broadway gods, legends, and stars, feeling uncomfortable. Even after she won a Tony and being nominated for two and it was still weird being invited to these rather than being someone else’s plus one. It was even weirder to think that she had her own plus one, her girlfriend Erin. It was like her sudden stardom within the Broadway world still hadn’t sunk in, but maybe it never would. Did just one award really count as being a star? A real star?

In one corner of the room her mother was there, chatting with Audra McDonald and when Ivy looked to the other side she could see Stephen Sondheim. Just a few feet away from him was Andrew Lloyd Webber and Stephen Schwartz and not far from him, Patti LuPone. Everywhere she looked was someone she grew up either wanting to be or wanting to work for. She didn’t belong here. She was Ivy Lynn, the girl from the ensemble who would forever live in her mother’s enormous looming shadow, and everyone here knew it.

Erin’s eyes widened as she looked at Ivy, if only just for a second before her gaze returned to the older woman. Erin squeezed the blonde’s hand tightly, not taking her eyes off the apparition again.

Ivy could see it. Ivy saw it. Erin wasn’t seeing things. Erin wasn’t crazy.

“She’s… she’s the ghost. From next door. You can really see her?”

Ivy edged closer to Erin when she squeezed her hand, hoping she wouldn’t notice. She never really thought ghosts were real, but this… this pretty much proved her wrong. It was creepy, staring at this dead old woman. 

Nikola placed the manuscript on his mom’s desk. The downfall of being a Writing major your parents used you to make sure their books and journal articles they were going to publish was prefect. He flipped it open, showing two whole pages of red marks. Dr. Erin Gilbert had never done this bad on anything he has ever looked at for her. Even in her past books there were few mistakes.