#blech au

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Ichigo/Rukia moment in WDKALYnovel is too funny

I said in my previous post that Ichigo/Rukia didn't meet in the post canon novel but actually they did. However, their interaction was too hilarious to be taken seriously

The said scene :

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"This one's from me, and this is from my old man"

Sado's, Ichigo's and Isshin's gifts were given to Ren*ji.

"Even Kurosaki dono !?"

At a surprised Rukia, Ichigo said

"When Kaien died, he really wanted to cheer you up. He regretted it so much at the time. So he wish you to be the happiest a person could be"

Isshin is Shiba Kaien's uncle.

He was the captain of squad 10 around the time of Kaien's death. That his beloved nephew had passed away, it was naturally a shock, he had heard from Ukitake about the details and circumstances leading to his death, he thought that Rukia needed help the most, he visited her squad many times. However, when he saw so much pain in her face, he found it impossible to talk to her no matter what.

"I see"

Rukia thinks about herself from those days : how she ended Kaien's life, how she was closing her heart. She wanted to tell herself, "Many people care for you and keep you in their many thoughts."

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My version of behind the scenes

Isshin : Ichigo ! Here's my gift for Rukia chan!

Ichigo : Wait a damn minute. You regained your powers right ?

Isshin : That's right !

Ichigo : SS is aware you exist. You helped me regain my powers, came during the quincy war with Ishida's father and you were deceived by Aizen, number 1 SS traitor, right?

Isshin : Yep !

Ichigo : Then, why don't you come and give her your gift yourself ? It's not like Karin and Yuzu are too young and need to be babysitted.

Isshin : Actually, I want you to give her a present to remind her of Kaien, her previous mentor.

Ichigo : I smell something fishy. What's with that smug face ?

Isshin : Did I ever do something fishy ? Take this with you too !

...

Ichigo : So, my old man asked me to read you this letter because for some reasons he didn't want to come and he thought I should do this so :

"Rukia chan. This is your happy day. So let me remind you of your trauma trigger!!

Remember Kaien ! What a great person he was !! A guy who swore to always be by your side as long as you are in the 13th division. While those two guys standing there had to live a near death experience by a 15 year old punk to be convinced not to let you die.

I wonder who other than Kaien didn't need any external factor to be there for you ( hint he's the one who looks suspiciously like him)

Anyway, the point is I never hold you accountable for killing him. I always wanted to cheer you up for over 40 years but I couldn't find the right occasion. The same reasons I couldn't cheer you up today too.

I guess orange-haired Kaien is here to do it instead of me. hahaha just kidding"

Rukia : I am so happy !! There are people who care about me !! Kurosaki dono couldn't even wait for any other day other than my wedding day to tell me that he was okay with me killing his nephew. He's keeping me in his thoughts so much that he couldn't even care to come **sobbing**

...

Matsubara ...

Kub0 : That was awful ! Good job Matsubara san !!

Matsubara : ... You know this is the last time I'll ever write a novel for any of your manga, right ?

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-down AU Part 27

Part 1  Part 26

Eddie drags the kiddie pool into the gym, cursing under his breath. This is such a waste of time. They have absolutely no proof Supergirl’s powers are even real, much less that she’ll be able to contact Steve on the other side.

“This is taking too long,” Eddie grumbles.

Uncle Wayne gives him a warning look from where he’s attaching extensions to the hose they’d dragged into the gym from the pool room. “We need to figure out where he is before we go in, guns blazing.”

“He’ll be in the trailer!” Eddie says heatedly. “Like I said!”

Wayne’s brows furrowed just like the last time he’d said that. Like the idea of rich boy Steve Harrington willingly hanging out in their trailer was too much for him to take on faith alone.

Joyce, not moving from her place next to Supergirl, smiles at him pityingly. “It’s going to be dangerous, sweetie,” she says, voice low. “We need to make sure that he’s still—”

“Alive?” Will asks. He’s sitting on the bleachers, smushed between all his friends, wringing his hands. Beside him, Mike grabs one of his hands, stopping him from bruising his knuckles with the force of his pulling. Will squeezes his hand hard enough that Mike winces. He doesn’t pull his hand away, just clutches his other hand onto his own knee. Eddie aches.

Joyce doesn’t answer, but she meets her son’s gaze, eyes shining, and that’s answer enough.

“He is,” Eddie asserts, barely feeling better when Will nods.

“We’re already set up, kid,” Hopper says, dumping pounds of what looks like salt into the pool. “A couple more minutes can’t hurt.”

Eddie shares a loaded look with Will. None of them understand how quickly things can go bad over there, how hurt Steve already was. They can’t feel the way there’s a tug in Eddie’s sternum, pulling him toward the other boy.

Joyce settles Supergirl into the pool, soothing her, holding her hand. The girl looks like an alien with the dark glasses obscuring her face, casting darker shadows onto her face in the already-dark gym. She looks like a corpse, floating there, with no

Then, it’s silence. And waiting. Eddie wants to scream at her, demand answers. What’s she seeing? Is Steve okay?

Even more so when the lights start flickering again. Eddie backs up on instinct, lowering his center of gravity to crouch in front of Will as the kid clutches at the loose hem of his pant leg.

The flickering stops as the girl gasps. The lights go out, making the water she’s floating in seem like a dark pit of oil. Eddie almost excepts the dark, grasping claw of the Demogorgon to come out of its depths and yank her down. It doesn’t.

“Is Steve okay?” Will calls, voice quiet. “Is he okay?”

She doesn’t twitch, like she didn’t hear him at all. The silence makes Eddie’s toes curl into the soles of his boots to keep him in place. He feels Will’s nails through the material of his pants as the kid holds on tighter. Their collective breathing, so loud in the silence, seems like it’s echoing off the vaulted ceiling.

Then, Supergirl speaks.

“It’s dark.”

Eddie pictures Steve, huddled into himself on Eddie’s bed, waiting for them to come back to him. Maybe he’s changed into a pair of Eddie’s clothes, his own covered with blood and grime. Maybe he’s snooping through Eddie’s things. He hopes Steve doesn’t look under his bed.

“Not here.”

It hits like a punch. He staggers a little, and another small fist clutches onto his shirt. Maybe Will’s other hand, maybe one of the other kids. He doesn’t look away from the pool to check.

“What do you mean ‘not here?’” Eddie demands.

There are tremors running through his whole body. He barely feels it, wonders if he’s inside his body at all, right now.  

“Big house,” Supergirl says.

“Oh, no,” Eddie says.

Eddie thinks of that poor dog that used to always be chained up three trailers down from theirs until the Parker’s packed their shit up and moved away. When approached, the dog would cower into the front porch it was chained to, making itself hidden and small. Eddie used to try to pet it, but there’s only so much a dog can take before it turns mean, starts snapping at anything that moves.

Everyone had thought the Parker’s had taken the dog with them. They’d all shaken their heads at the poor treatment but washed their hands of the business before doing a thing to try and help.

They’d found the dog three weeks later when the smell had gotten too much. It’d crawled under the porch and died. Even when home was full of monstrous thing, it’d still drug its body back there for its final resting place.

“I know where he is,” Eddie whispers.

That first night, Steve had dragged Eddie into his closet on instinct, like it was the only place they’d be safe. Like a dog slinking under the porch to die.

Eddie runs toward the pool, feels small hands try to hold on before they give way. He drops to his knees next to the pool, barely stopping himself from shaking the little girl floating inside it. He clutches the side, shouts down at her, “tell him we’re coming.”

“Your friends,” she whispers into the darkness of the gym, “they’re coming for you.”

She’s quiet for a minute, before saying, “he says to hurry.”

“Tell him to stay where he is,” Hopper says.

“Just hold on a little longer, Steve,” she says.

“Steve?” Eddie says, quiet like he’s still sitting beside him in Steve’s closet, knees knocking as his hanging clothes shroud them. “I’m coming.”

Then Supergirl’s yelling, “Steve!” on repeat, like he’s drifting away. Like she’s trying to get to him.

Eddie reaches in for her, just as Joyce does, their fingers tangling on the girl as they both pull her up and out.

“Okay, okay.” Joyce says, “I’ve got you. You did so good.”

“Is Steve okay?” Eddie demands. His voice comes out as a croak.

Wayne crouches down beside him, old knees popping, and clutches his shoulder. Eddie doesn’t take his eyes off Supergirl. She raises her head slowly, eyes filled with tears as she slowly raises her eyes and meets his gaze, looking like she’d rather look anywhere else.

She shakes her head slowly. “We have to hurry,” she says. “He is out of time.”

Part 28

[ruckis-vandalizes]

I thought about how Wigglers get mad and turn red, then I thought about how Hanky's race was kinda inspired by Wigglers/Flutters

[peinto-omori]

*the ugly commoners are demanding you lift 3 five pound weights at the same time*

(👑)“I don't have three hands!!!”

[redadm1ral-moved]

48 for all of your ships in their respective universes? Or if you wanna narrow it down, Soap/Corvo in COH and Makayuri across different AUs?

~Jasper

Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

OH GOSH HMMMM............gonna go with Soap/Corvo and maybe a little Makayuri because answering this for too many ships will make my head spin rn

Soap/Corvo

I think there's a silent agreement between Soap and Corvo that Soap will follow Corvo anywhere, and Corvo is fully dedicated to Emily; unless she abdicates, dies, or literally orders him to step down, he intends to be her Lord Protector until he physically cannot anymore, and intends to continue being her Spymaster until he dies. So likewise, Soap will stay and serve the crown for as long as Corvo does, even if it means he stays in Dunwall Tower the rest of his life.

They still entertain cozy little fantasies about retiring, stuff like retiring to a vineyard in the Serkonan countryside or going sailing around the Isles. Stuff they don't really think will come true. They both have parts of them that long for a little bit of rest, but going back to civilian life is not a choice made lightly for either of them and I think on some level, they're both afraid of adjusting poorly and needing something to dedicate themselves to; so they're fine with leaving their fantasies as fantasies.

Makayuri

HM yeah this one is 'verse dependent, but I think Makarov is the dominant voice in the relationship in most of the Makayuri 'verses, for better or worse--usually for worse, but I've got some AUs where Makarov is like...normal. Not abusive, at least.

For the ones where he is, and/or he and Yuri are massively codependent (so canonverse and AUs like Venator and Apoptosis), I think Makarov works under the assumption that Yuri will follow him and his word anywhere no matter what, and any conversations about future plans are usually related to Makarov's goals and involve Makarov completely bulldozing over Yuri. Yuri is not completely passive about this and will argue with Makarov on things, but for the most part, he is willing to follow Makarov pretty much anywhere (or at least he thinks so; he does have a breaking point, at least in canon and most AUs), and most of the time, he won't argue about something unless he thinks it's a bad idea and/or he's absolutely certain he'll be able to get Makarov to listen to him.

In AUs where they're more normal, I think they're both people who find a lot of security in a solid plan, even if their approaches and what they believe constitute "solid plans" may be different. I feel like Yuri and Makarov have varying levels of flexibility on certain things that differ from each other, and view each other as neurotic in different directions that are really difficult to reconcile; they like to get their future planning Over And Done With, so they prefer to have a long conversation (usually involving an argument, knowing Makarov) about a milestone they want to reach, reach an agreement on their individual approaches on how they'll contribute toward that goal, and then chug along toward it without another word until it's reached and it's time for them to decide what to do next.

They do entertain idle fantasies and stuff in those kinds of AUs, I think; I think Yuri ultimately wants a comfortable, calm domestic life, and while Makarov loves piles of money and everyone wanting to suck his dick (unless it's an AU where he's more solitary, like Oasisverse), for the most part he wants to be able to retreat to a private, comfortable place where he has only a few close, trusted people he can be himself with. Ultimately what they want is dependent on the AUs they're in and I've got too many to bother digging into all of them rn.

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could literally be writing about fairies and shit right now. instead. this

[elvendara]

AU-gust day 14

14 Aug 23 Wizards & Witches

Saeran lay in Yoosung’s arms, red hair tickling the blond’s nose. He inhaled and squeezed tighter, remembering the first time they’d seen each other. Yoosung was once again following a furry friend through the grey landscape of the city. He’d cast a spell on the rodent so no one could see him. There was fear and anxiety as they ran through the streets. Something was wrong, someone, somewhere was in trouble.

As he followed the rodent into the dark and nosceous inducing alley, he came to a complete stop and slapped a hand across his nose and mouth. The smell was unbearable. The rodent, noticing Yoosung had stopped following him, returned and stood on its hind legs, nose twitching.

“I know, I know. Just…give me a sec.” he pulled a handkerchief, thank you mom for insisting he always carry one, and wrapped it around his head. The smell was a bit more bearable though he tried to take only short quick breaths.

They took off again and soon enough he heard a small cry in the darkness. Slowing down he approached tentatively. Shadows covered the area, light only slightly filtering in from the waning sun, but there, huddled in a corner between a dumpster and the wall was a small child. The boy looked up, startled as Yoosung approached.

Yoosung guessed he was about his own age, but so frail looking that he was afraid a single touch would shatter him. The large amber eyes staring back at him were frightened, and he tried to scooch his body further away but there was nowhere left to go.

“It’s OK, I’m not going to hurt you.” He stopped walking forward and squatted in front of the boy. Closer inspection showed that his hair was a vivid red under the grime. His lip was split but the blood was already dry. He had a black eye that looked fresher and some bruising on his arms and legs with varying degrees of healing.

Living in the city with a decent family Yoosung had not been privy to much of the darker aspects of society, but since his magic had manifested, he had seen more than he cared to in his 13 years of life. More than enough for an entire lifetime. Whoever had beat the boy, it looked to be an ongoing occurrence. Most likely culprits would be his own parents. The thought boiled his blood.

He sat and took out a chocolate bar he had been saving for after dinner.

“Are you hungry?” he held out the bar halfway between them and waited. The boy wiped his tears, creating another streak of filth across his cheeks. He blinked at him and hesitantly reached out, ready to recoil in an instant. The body language made Yoosung clinch his jaw with anger at how unfair life was.

The rat climbed up Yoosung’s leg and onto his shoulder. He could feel the satisfaction raidiating off his body. The boy’s eyes widened even more at the sight.

“This is…well…I guess he doesn’t have a name, but, he’s my friend. He led me to you because he was worried.”

“About me?” his voice was soft and angelic.

“Mmhmm.” Yoosung nodded. “Would you like to pet him?”

“Can I?” the chocolate was forgotten in the curiosity of something new. Yoosing picked up the rat and set it gently on the boy’s lap. He smiled with genuine delight, as if he’d never seen anything like it. He pet the rat and it snuggled close.

“Saeran!” a voice interjected into the darkness.

“Oh! That’s my brother, I…I should go…thank you.” He said and stood, handing the rat back. They were close, almost eye to eye. Yoosung didn’t want to leave, but what else could he do? The boy walked away, looking back once and waving. He saw another boy at the end of the alley waiting, as Saeran reached him, he embraced him and it set Yoosung at ease, this was not the cause of his hurt. He himself sighed and walked away.

The next time was the same, and the time after that. Three times his furry friends led him to Saeran. The fourth was the last, almost 5 years since the third time. Again, he lay in a dark alley, having been beaten badly. It was as if he didn’t care what happened to him. Yoosung had taken him home and cleaned him up.

His furry friends had grown since the first time and his apartment was full of animals that came and went as they pleased.

“How do you always know where to find me?” Saeran had asked.

“I put a spell on you the first time we met.” Yoosung answered.

“Of course you did.” He sighed with a weak smile as he sat on the sofa. “Why bother with me at all?”

“Someone has to, and my friends would never let me hear the end of it.”

“Why do they care?” he eyed the array of animals before him, hands itching to dig into fur. The dog obliged, laying its head on his lap happily. With a sigh Saeran gave in to his impulse, why was petting a dog so satisfying?

“They’re very good judges of character and have an incredible sense of justice if you can believe that.” Yoosung gave Saeran a cup of tea and they sat mostly in silence.

They’d been together ever since. Saeran stayed and they built a life together. He never thought much about his magic, didn’t really use it for more than communicating with the animals and to help those around him when he was able, but he was more than thankful that it had brought him the love of his life. He kissed the top of Saeran’s head, and the man sighed in his sleep, snuggling more, as if he was trying to meld into Yoosung’s body. He laughed and closed his eyes.

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POV I force my friends to listen to my late night AU rants part 1

[lemoncrushh]

Ruin the Friendship

Summary: It's Ella's birthday, and her best friend Harry plans to tell her how he feels about her.

Warnings: None, just sweet, sugary fluff

Word Count: 5.2k+

A/N: Uni!Harry x OC, AU, friends to lovers one shot written in third person, originally from 2019. I think my first plan back then was to include some smut, but as I was writing, I decided it was not needed. I think you'll see why and agree. Also, Liam and Niall are in this one :).

Ella was his best friend. Some people would say Niall was Harry’s best mate, and while he considered that to be true for the most part, if anyone was to ask, he’d proudly declare that Ella took the title. They’d only known each other since the first year of uni, but in that time they’d grown very close, and if Harry was honest, there were things they shared that he didn’t share with the lads.

Not things like details about girls he fancied or the head he’d gotten that one time from Marla Lemons. He could only talk shit like that with his mates, and he reckoned Ella wouldn’t wanna hear about it anyway. But they could have deep conversations well into the night about nothing and anything, musing about life and death and what it all really meant. He’d known Niall for nearly a decade, and while he could chat him up about complete random shit, he wasn’t the type to talk about things like that.

Sometimes it was nice to have a friend to just chat about nothing with.

One thing he’d never been able to tell Ella, however, was that he secretly wanted to be more than friends. He’d never made a move, and other than holding her hand when she was scared at the haunted house or wiping her tears when she’d cried about an exam she’d failed, he’d barely touched her. Something had happened that first year at university that had put them in the friend zone, and he eventually accepted that was just how it was meant to be. At least for a while. But this last year had been different. Something had shifted, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Harry stood in the kitchen, his hand around a red cup filled with some sort of concoction that smelled entirely too sweet. He didn’t really want to get shit-faced tonight, that wasn’t his plan. Not that he really had a plan. But it was Ella’s birthday, and if he had anything to say about it, it would be her best one yet. The last three had been fun as far as he could recall, except for the time some girl Niall had been dating...Lena? Lorna?...had gotten so wasted she threw up on the rug. Ella, being the kind soul she was, insisted on cleaning up, holding her nose with a clothespin until Harry finally pulled her away, yelling at Niall that he should clean up his own girlfriend’s puke. Later that night, sat with Ella up on the roof, Harry had thought about confessing his feelings to her. But it just hadn’t felt like the right time, and given that he was still pretty drunk himself, he was afraid Ella would simply blame it on that and not take him seriously.

So the friendship continued.

“Hey mate, you gonna drink that or are you trying to read your future in it?”

Lifting his head, Harry saw his friend Liam enter the kitchen, walking up to the counter beside him and pouring himself a cup of the same pink liquid.

“What’s in this?” Harry asked.

“Hell if I know,” Liam shrugged before taking a large gulp. “Mmm, tastes like bubblegum.”

“Blech!” Harry sounded after taking his own sip, making a face of disgust. “Nah man, where’s the good stuff?”

“Right here, mate!” exclaimed Niall as he strutted into the kitchen with a case of beer in each hand. Two more lads followed him in, carrying the same. Leave it to Niall.

“Not what I meant,” muttered Harry, walking around them to the living room.

The front door opened then, and another handful of people entered, some he knew, some he didn’t. He recognized Vickie, Ella’s roommate among them and when she spotted Harry she smiled.

“Birthday girl’s on her way,” she announced, setting a bag on the counter. Harry noticed the clinking sound it made which made his ears perk up.

“Harry!” Liam called as Vickie pulled out the bottles of both brown and clear liquor. “I think this is what you were looking for!”

Turning back to the kitchen, Harry eyed the bottles and was about to make a decision when a commotion started behind him. It wasn’t a surprise party, but it seemed every girl in the house had run to the front door to greet Ella when she arrived. Harry stood back, his hands in his pockets as he watched her beautiful smile, the pink in her cheeks when her friends hugged her or wished her a happy birthday.

He contemplated stepping forward to give her his own wishes, but soon thought better of it, deciding he’d give her time with her girlfriends first. Instead he made himself a drink, a proper strong one. At least one, he told himself. He didn’t need to get hammered, but he’d need the liquid courage if this was to finally be the night he told her how he felt about her. While he was at it, he reckoned he’d make a drink for Ella as well. He knew what she liked.

“Happy Birthday Ella!” he heard Liam exclaim over the loud music.

Harry looked up from his drink to see that the lad had beat him to the punch as he offered Ella a red cup of what he could only assume was the disgusting pink shit. He chuckled when he saw her make a face and shake her head.

“Um, no thanks, darling,” she said. “I think I’ll see if Harry has something more to my liking at the bar.”

He felt a warmth ooze throughout his body at both the mention of his name and the fact that she called the simple kitchen island with a handful of liquor bottles a bar. He watched as she took a couple strides through the living room and met him with a smile.

“What’ve we got here, bartender?” she asked.

Harry raised a brow. “Oh am I bartender? No one told me.”

“I’m joking,” she giggled, placing a hand on his bicep. “But can you make me something? I am the birthday girl, after all.”

With a smirk, Harry handed her the drink he’d mixed. “Just so happens I already did.”

A wide smile spread across Ella’s face as she took the cup. “See, this is why we’re besties.”

Harry’s face fell, but he quickly tried to compose himself. Clearing his throat, he nodded. “Yeah. You bet.”

Besties. Right.

“Hey, Ells Bells!” they suddenly heard behind them. They both turned to see Niall rushing towards Ella, nearly knocking her drink out of her hand when he enveloped her in a hug.

Harry rolled his eyes. He hated Niall’s stupid nickname for her. He suspected Ella wasn’t too keen on it either, especially when Harry’d slipped up once and called her that himself. She’d told him it was Niall’s name and she’d rather just leave it at that.

“Hello, Niall,” she greeted graciously, kissing him on either cheek.

“Who’s up for a game?” he asked.

Harry grimaced, knowing what kind of game Niall had in mind. But if Ella wanted to play…

“No thanks,” she shook her head. “I think I’ll sit it out this year, love, if it’s all the same.”

Niall shrugged. “Suit yourself. ‘s your birthday.”

“Besides,” Ella added with a cheeky grin, “I don’t want to end up like dear Lorna.”

Harry covered his mouth with his hand, nearly spewing out its contents. When he swallowed, he let out a loud guffaw, causing Niall’s cheeks to redden.

“Eat shit, the both o’ ya,” Niall spat before grabbing another beer from the cooler.

When he’d joined the group in the living room, the majority of them cheering at the prospect of a drinking game, Ella turned to Harry, her face flushed from laughing.

“You’re not gonna play?” she inquired.

“Nah, I’d rather not.”

“Wow. Harry Styles is not interested in getting smashed at a party?” she mocked. “Is the sky falling? Did I miss something?”

“No,” he replied with a shake of his head. “Just don’t feel like it tonight. I mean, I’m still drinking. Just...responsibly.”

“Uh huh. We’ll see how you are in an hour or two.”

“Oh we will?” he quirked a brow.

“Yeah. I’ll check in on you, but don’t expect me to hold your hair back when you’re retching in the toilet.”

He chuckled at their playful banter. He enjoyed taking the piss and teasing each other, even if Ella only thought of it as a friend thing. She didn’t need to know it gave him a boner sometimes.

“Styles, you’re not playing?” Liam called from the living room where a large group had gathered around the coffee table.

Harry simply held up his hands.

“It’s early yet,” Ella winked.

Early, indeed, Harry thought. Too early. He wanted this night to be over already, or at least get past the first part so he could possibly get a chance alone with her to give her his gift. He didn’t want her to open in front of everyone else. It was too personal, and if by chance she didn’t react to it the way he hoped, at least he’d only get his ego bruised a bit and not have to suffer a full embarrassment.

Vickie came up to Ella then, along with another girl who’s name Harry had forgotten. They chatted amongst themselves for a bit before Ella turned to Harry, her hand on his arm. Touch number two, he noted.

“Harry, we’ll be right back, Vickie wants to show me something.”

With a nod, Harry raised his now almost empty cup and drained the rest of his drink. He considered making a second, but reckoned he should pace himself if he didn’t want to hear Ella say ‘I told you so.’

He decided to wander into the living room and watch the others playing the drinking game. Sat on the couch, he laughed when Liam had to take a shot, then Ella’s friend Melissa had to take three in a row. Poor girl, Harry thought until she declared she could hold her own.

After a while, he got bored so he walked down the hall, wondering where Ella had gone. He couldn’t imagine there was anything in the house Vickie had wanted to show her. They’d probably gone outside or to her car. The music drifted down the hall as he made it to his room and sat on the bed. He was definitely not himself tonight. Normally he’d be the first one sat on the floor for a game, or at least by now he’d have a light buzz. He just wanted a clear head, he’d told himself. But it definitely wasn’t clear. All he could think about was her and what he was going to say, if he got the chance to say it.

Running his hands down his face, he took a deep breath and let it out. He stared at the floor for a good while, replaying in his mind the scenario he’d conjured up a couple years ago, edited and tweaked over time.

“Hey, what are you doing in here?”

He jumped when he heard her voice. Lifting his head, he saw her standing in the doorway, her gorgeous eyes wide with wonder.

“Hey,” he muttered softly. “Nothing, I’m just…”

Ella stepped into his room. She’d been in there several times, but this time as she sat on the bed, Harry felt himself tremble.

“Something wrong?” she asked. “Did one of those stupid prats out there give you a hard time? Because you know, that’s my job.”

She nudged Harry’s shoulder with her own, trying to lighten the mood. He laughed lightly under his breath, but said nothing.

“Hey. Harry. I’ve never seen you like this. What gives?”

She turned on the bed to face him, her legs criss crossed. Harry picked at his bottom lip. He wondered if this was it. If this was the moment he was supposed to take action. But how? Was he supposed to give her a long speech about how he’d pined for her for years, or was he supposed to just grab her and kiss her? 

“This is probably a shitty thing to say,” Ella continued, “but I’m not sure I like this Harry. Not that you’re only fun when you’re drunk, I don’t mean that. But you’re so serious and quiet. It kinda scares me.”

“Sorry,” he said a little too quickly. “Don’t mean to scare you.”

“Something on your mind?” she tugged at his shirt. “You can tell me, you know. I’m your best friend.”

“I got something for you,” Harry finally said.

“Yeah?” Ella beamed. She bounced on the bed excitedly. “What did ya get me?”

“Um…”

“Ella!” the sound was deafening, coming from the living room. “Hey birthday girl! It’s time for cake and presents!”

“Oh!” she eyed Harry who merely shrugged. “Well, you can give me your present now.”

Harry shook his head. “I’ll wait. Til later. It’s…”

“Oh,” Ella mouthed again, her voice a whisper this time. “Okay.”

Ella rose from the bed, pulling Harry by the arm. They joined the party in the living room, the drinking game seemingly at a pause. The cake sat in the middle of the coffee table, pink roses and candles atop, Ella’s name in the center.

“Thank you so much,” Ella blushed, her hands by her chest. “I’m gonna cry.”

“You say that every year,” Niall quipped.

“Hush, you!” Ella poked at him.

Vickie lit the candles and a chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’ began. Though he sang along, Harry was mesmerized by how beautiful Ella looked in the candle light. His stomach was in knots now, and he knew he had to tell her.

Ella opened her gifts next, giving sincere thanks and hugs to each guest. When it was time to cut the cake, however, Melissa made it known that Harry hadn’t given her a gift.

“What’s with that, Harry?” she slurred, obviously drunk from the game. “You’re her best friend, where’s yours?”

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat until Ella spoke up.

“He’s saving it for later,” she winked at him.

Good god, how many times was she going to wink at him tonight? Had she done that before? He didn’t remember.

“Ooh,” voiced Melissa in a sarcastic tone. “Excuse me.”

Noticing Vickie could probably use some help, Harry rose from his chair and joined her in the kitchen where she was dividing slices of cake onto plates.

“Oh, thanks Harry,” she said, handing him two plates that were ready to be served.

“I should be doing this anyway,” he offered. “Seeing as I’m her best friend and all that.”

He hadn’t meant for his comment to sound sarcastic, but he certainly noticed it came out that way. When he turned the corner, however, he heard a snort from Vickie, followed by a “yeah, sure”.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“No, what was that sound for?”

“Go,” Vickie shooed at him. “Serve the cake.”

With a frown, Harry made for the living room where he handed Ella a slice of cake, making sure it had a rose on it, and gave the other to Melissa, despite the scowl on her face.

“What did you mean by ‘yeah, sure’?” Harry hounded Vickie when he returned.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Harry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You’re lying.”

“God, don’t be so sensitive,” she scoffed. Deciding Harry wasn’t moving fast enough, she brought more cake to the living room herself.

“Please tell me,” he urged when she came back to grab the last pieces. “Do you not think I’m her best friend?”

“Oh, certainly, Harry. You are.” Then she lowered her voice before completing her thought. “But you want to be more.”

Harry glared at her, his eyes wide. “What?”

“Oh c’mon, Harry! Everybody knows it.”

“Everybody?!”

Vickie giggled. “Don’t get so bent out of shape. Maybe I exaggerated. But Niall told me about your present.”

What the...too much was going on now, Harry’s mind was in a whirl.

“How does Niall know? I didn’t show him.”

“He found it in your room. Was looking for some shorts or something.”

“Jesus,” Harry mumbled with a sigh.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t tell anyone else. I have no idea who Niall told, but I reckon it was just me.”

“What the fuck…” Harry dropped his head. It suddenly felt too heavy for his neck. His entire body felt drained, and he thought he might be sick.

“Hey,” Vickie said low, “if it’s any consolation...Ella’s never confided in me about you or anything...but if you were to make a move, I don’t think she’d reject you.”

Biting his lip, he lifted his head. He was afraid to ask, but at this point he had nothing to lose.

“How do you know?”

“Well, I don’t know. But she literally talks about you all the time. I notice how she looks at you. It’s possible it’s just a friend-like fondness because she really does love and adore you. But I swear they look like heart eyes to me.”

With another sigh, his shoulders dropped. He admitted he felt a little relieved. But he was still extremely nervous.

“Thanks, Vickie,” he said.

“Here,” she grinned, “have some cake.”

“Nah. I think I’ll make another drink.” Harry grabbed a bottle and a new cup, filling it with ice.

“Whatever works for you, darling.”

Vickie joined the group in the living room while Harry nursed his cocktail for a bit. He watched Ella with her other friends, her head falling back as she laughed. Taking her final bite of cake, she looked up and their eyes locked. She tilted her head in question before rising from the couch.

“Here we go again,” she smiled as she leant against the counter. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or not?”

“Not,” he managed a grin. “‘Cause nothing’s wrong.”

“Then why are you over here by yourself? Are you secretly getting drunk so I won’t notice?”

“Nope.”

“Hmm. So...how about that present?”

“I told you, I’ll give it to you later.” he replied, hoping his tone was light and playful.

“You’re being mean,” she pouted, resting her chin in her hand.

Harry chuckled. “No, ‘m not!”

“Well, you’re being weird then.”

“Sorry,” he muttered before taking a drink. “I just...wanna give it to you with no one else around.”

“Ooh. I’m intrigued.”

Harry noticed how her bum stuck out and she wiggled it just slightly. It almost seemed like she was keeping time with the music playing, but he wasn’t sure. Whatever the reason, he felt his blood rush to his crotch and he had to take another gulp from his cup.

“Make me one of those?” she asked, her eyelashes fluttering.

Harry obliged, pouring the liquor over ice and adding soda. When he handed it to her and she took a sip, her eyes widened.

“Is this what you’re drinking?”

“Yeah,” Harry laughed.

“This is way stronger than the first one you made me,” Ella claimed.

“Well, you gotta start off slow.” This time it was his turn to wink.

“Bloody hell, Styles, maybe I am getting drunk tonight.”

Ella rarely called him by his last name unless she was scolding him. With her hand on his arm as she took another drink, he suddenly decided he liked it.

The moment was short-lived, however, when his reverie was interrupted by the noise of half the party joining them in the kitchen. Apparently it was refill time, and they all began to freshen their cups or grab beers. They all chatted for a bit, and before long the whole gang was singing a chorus of “Smells Like Teen Spirit”. Harry realized he was enjoying himself, and was remembering it was a party and started to loosen up.

“Feeling better?” Ella asked, her doe eyes smiling up at him as she placed another hand on his arm. How many times was that now? He’d lost count.

He grinned, looking down at his now empty cup.

“Sorry I’ve been…” he didn’t know how to complete the sentence.

“No worries, darling,” sang Ella. “I just like it best when you’re like this. Happy and smiling. You have a dynamite smile.”

Before Harry could respond, her hand dropped from his arm and he suddenly felt a chill.

“Going to the loo,” she whispered in his ear. “Make me another?”

Harry watched her walk away before he refilled both of their cups with ice and made the same drink as last time.

“So did you tell her yet?”

Harry lifted his gaze to see Melissa standing across from him, a cheeky grin spread across her face.

“Tell who what?” he asked.

“Ella,” she rolled her eyes. “That you’re in love with her.”

Harry’s jaw dropped just as Liam and his footie pal Derek gasped.

“Wait...whoa...what?”

Harry searched the faces in the kitchen before landing on Vickie’s who simply shrugged. Then he glared at Niall.

“Don’t look at me, mate,” he held up his hands.

“It’s my fault,” Melissa admitted. “I saw the letter you typed on your laptop.”

“Letter?” Harry asked incredulously.

“Oh my God, there’s a letter?” Niall brought his fist to his mouth.

Harry thought he might be sick right there on the kitchen tile. Rounding the island, Melissa looked at him.

“Honestly Harry, I thought everyone knew. It’s rather obvious, don’t you think?”

“I didn’t think,” conveyed Liam.

“I might’ve suspected,” said Derek.

“I didn’t really know,” added Niall with a shrug. “Until I saw the box in your wardrobe.”

“What box?” piped Liam.

“I only told Vickie about it, I swear,” Niall continued. “I was wondering if maybe there was already something going on and no one told me.”

“You didn’t think to just ask me?” Harry scoffed, his jaw set. “And what were you doing in my room anyway?”

“Bloody hell, Harry!” exclaimed Melissa when he stepped closer to Niall like he was going to clock him. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like she hasn’t been in love with you for years anyway!”

“What?”

All was silent then, except for Ariana Grande who sang from the speakers in the living room as everyone turned to see Ella stood by the kitchen, her face full of shock, bewilderment and disbelief.

“Ohh shit,” someone muttered low.

“What’s going on?” Ella asked, her eyes wide and her fists at her sides. She appeared to be breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. It was Harry’s instinct to pull her away from the crowd and hold her forever, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground.

The others in the kitchen quickly busied themselves, the beer and disgustingly sweet punch somehow suddenly the topic of conversation.

“Ella, the birthday girl!” cheered Liam. “What can I get you to drink, love?”

“Melissa?” Ella called, ignoring Liam’s attempt at distraction. “What did you just say?”

“Um...nothing um...important,” her friend stumbled. “I was just reminding Harry here what great friends you are and how it’s a wonder you’ve...never...become...more.”

Blinking, Ella looked from Melissa to Harry. He seemed to be in the same state of shock she was in, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down each time he swallowed.

“Ella…” he breathed, unable to spit out any other word.

“Um...guys…” offered Vickie, coming around the counter with her arms open. “Now might be a good time to open that present.”

She eyed Harry strongly, giving a slow nod of her head. Her hands on each of their backs, she ushered them towards the hallway and into Harry’s room. Without a word, she closed the door behind her, leaving Ella and Harry alone.

They stood in the center of the bedroom, staring at each other and waiting for the other to speak until Harry finally broke the silence.

“Is it true?”

A blush rose in Ella’s already pink cheeks as she bit her bottom lip and nodded. Harry wasted no time erasing the space between them, taking her face in his hands and planting a soft kiss on her mouth.

Startled at first, Ella froze, her hands in the air. Then she soon relaxed, letting her hands fall on Harry’s arms as she kissed him back.

“Ella…” he breathed again when he broke the kiss, his lips nearly still attached to hers. “I’ve...I’ve been in love with you for years too.”

“Since when?” Ella looked up at him with her big beautiful eyes.

“Since...I met you?”

“Liar,” she quipped, stepping back as she tugged on the hem of his shirt.

“Well…” Harry chuckled nervously. “Soon after...I reckon it was that day after the footie game when we were walking back and you asked if I was enjoying school so far.”

Ella glared at Harry, her brows raised. “First year? I don’t think I even remember that.”

“I do,” said Harry. “Very well. You had your hair back in a plait, but the sides were falling down. The sun was starting to set, and I just thought you were the sweetest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to kiss you so bad.”

Ella hummed softly as she ran her hands up his chest.

“Kiss me again,” she pleaded. “Just like you wanted to then.”

Cupping her face again, Harry tilted his head and brought his mouth to hers. Ella felt the tingles right to her toes, a tiny squeak of a moan escaping her throat. That was music to Harry’s ears, and he eagerly slipped his tongue between her lips, meeting hers with a jolt of electricity. They kissed each other like they meant it, like it was everything they’d ever wanted. When Ella repeated her sound of pleasure, Harry lifted her by her bum and carried her to the bed.

“Your lips are so soft,” he declared, his body pressed against hers.

“Yours too.”

His hand on Ella’s waist, he lifted her shirt slightly until he touched skin. The connection was like fire, an explosion of all the senses. He began to kiss her neck then, feeling her pant beneath his lips, sending his blood rushing throughout his entire body.

“Oh my God, Harry,” Ella moaned. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Yeah?” Harry asked with a smirk. “Me too.”

“Really?

“Fuck yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because…” Ella hesitated. “I didn’t wanna ruin the friendship.”

“Me neither,” said Harry.

“So what do we do now?” Ella looked at him with equal parts desire and apprehension.

“Ruin the friendship.”

Ella giggled, causing Harry’s chest to tickle and his smile to widen.

“I guess...if both of us feel the same,” she remarked, “it’s not really ruining it, is it?”

“I suspect not.”

After a few more kisses, Harry rested his forehead against hers as he listened to both of their breathing.

“I should stop,” he groaned.

“No. Why?”

Lifting his head, Harry looked Ella in the eye. She was so beautiful, her pouty lips already swollen from his kisses, her gaze questioning. There were so many things he wanted to do to her, with her. But they’d only just confessed how they felt. Actually, they hadn’t really fully done that. Someone else had let the cat out of the bag.

“Um...let me...give you your present,” he said, sliding off the bed.

“Okay.”

Ella sat up, pushing her hair from her face as Harry rummaged through his wardrobe and pulled out a small box. Setting it on the bed, he cleared his throat.

“So um...there’s a letter that’s supposed to go with it. I was going to read it while you open the gift. It kind of explains it all. But...since you already know, I reckon it’s pointless.”

“No, I’d like to hear the letter,” Ella smiled sweetly.

“Right then,” Harry chuckled nervously while he pulled out a folded sheet of paper from his back pocket. Clearing his throat again, he began to read…

Dear Ella,

Four years ago, we met in Lit class. While I didn’t make the best marks, I felt as though I aced it because you were sat next to me. Your love for literature was infectious, and I always left class with a smile on my face. I also began to enjoy your company at football games. It was obvious to me that despite the fact that you weren’t a massive fan of the sport, you came along to cheer on your friends, and I thought that was just a kind thing to do. You’ve always had a compassionate heart and a kind soul, and I reckon that’s why I began to have deeper feelings for you.

As the years have gone by, I’ve tried my best to convince myself that we’re just meant to be friends. I consider you my best friend, and I cherish our friendship more than anything. Many times I’ve wanted to tell you how I really felt, but the timing was just off, or I was chicken shit. I worried that you didn’t think of me in any other way, and being just your friend was better than nothing at all.

I still feel that way, but tonight, on your birthday, I’m putting myself out there and taking that risk. You have my heart, Ella. I want you to be mine, both my friend and my lover. I want to kiss you better than you’ve ever been kissed. I want to hold you in my arms and tell you every day how in love with you I am. You deserve the moon and the stars, the heavens and the entire universe...and I want to be the one to give it all to you.

I pray that you’ll have me as more than a friend, and accept my heart as I hand it over to you.

Yours eternally,

Harry

Dropping the paper, Harry noticed Ella was in tears, her cheeks wet as she tried desperately to wipe them.

“That was the most beautiful letter,” she whispered.

Laying the letter on the bed, Harry sat down next to it and handed Ella the box.

“I hope you like it,” he said.

It was a simple white box, unwrapped but a pink bow adorned the top. When Ella lifted the lid, she gasped. Inside sat a silver charm bracelet containing six delicate charms. She fingered each one before looking up at Harry, waiting for his explanation.

“Here, may I?” he asked, lifting the bracelet from the box.

Ella nodded and Harry unlatched the clasp and wrapped it around her delicate wrist. Ella watched his mouth as he began to describe each charm.

“A book,” he said, touching the first one. “For your love of literature. A football, for all the games you went to.”

Ella smiled, recalling all the great memories she had of watching Harry and his team.

“Two hearts…” he added. “One for your big, kind heart. And one for mine which you now own.”

Without hesitation, Ella lifted her other hand to Harry’s cheek. He smiled back at her.

“And...the moon and the stars…” he finished. “Because you deserve them.”

“Harry…” Ella murmured softly, more tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”

Dropping his hands to her waist, Harry pulled her closer.

“Say you feel the same, Ella,” he whispered. “Say you love me too.”

“I do,” she declared. “I so very much do.”

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[vladdyissues]

i have been thinking about half-ghosts not aging past a certain point again. have you considered Vlad posing as his own heir by just shaving off his facial hair, dying his hair, leaving out the hair product and wearing (blech) hoodies?

... i... might have an AU brewing about it

-it's the perfect excuse for college pompep without aging Vlad down--he's just posing as his own kid, the total smartass, and he made sure he's roommates with the only other student who will understand--

-it's danny. the punchline is they were roommates

-turns out danny's a much more agreeable roommate than Jack was

-and they're both in engineering

-and it's far easier to just shadow Daniel than try to interact with the student body on a real level, given his many, many secrets

-unintended side effect, fucking EVERYONE thinks they're dating, especially when they talk discreetly about ghost nonsense. they sound EXACTLY like closeted queer kids sneaking around their families

-they do, in fact, end up dating, but they kinda start it by accident, realize it partway in, and by then it's too fucking late, Danny, Vlad has tasted a stable relationship and he will not be unhooking his claws willingly, ever

-Danny wishes he could get more upset by that

-living in a dorm together where the dorm is the only place they can use their powers freely kinda speedruns codependence. by their second semester they're coordinating classes to better cover each other

-Vlad honestly only planned to stay long enough other students remembered Vlad Masters II attending and then falsifying records for the rest of it, but this is actually turning out to be the college experience he wishes he'd had the first time--confident enough to turn down the attention of idiots, roommate who actually understands him and matches the energy, will never be photographed with a mullet, and so many other good things

-Danny, meanwhile, finds himself wanting vlad around so he can sneak out and do ghost stuff avoid having having to sneak around a stranger.

-also, they keep encouraging each other's gremlin tendencies. imagine Eye For an Eye except they're on the same side against assorted jerks

-(jack is thrilled. danny and his best buddy's kid, getting along so well--it's like looking back through time. except little Vlady here has much better hair and a way less whiny voice than Vlad Sr had back then.)

-(yes he does say this in front of Vlad.)

Oh my god I LOVE THIS

✅ Vlad healing from his past college trauma and making new happy memories

✅ #They Were Roommates

✅ Ambiguous relationship leading to Catching Feelings™

✅ Vlad debuting a hip new look

✅ Danny helping Vlad with his slang and bring him up to date with current pop culture trends of the 18-25 male demographic

✅ Dorm wars and Other College Shenanigans (and Veteran Vlad helping Danny survive his freshman year)

✅ Danny lowkey kind of missing Vlad's long hair and goatee—WHO SAID THAT

[dedahblog]

I know that the ichiiruki fandom likes to ship Ichigo and Rukia's zanpakto together but honestly I don't think Zangetsu and Sode no Shirayuki can get along.

As far as the anime portrayal is concerned, Sode no Shirayuki is basically a tsundere and who's between Ichigo and Zangestu is the tsundere ?

I think you get where I'm going. Silly drabble under the cut about Ichigo x Sode no Shirayuki brotp potentials

Ichigo : ...

Sode no Shirayuki : ...

Ichigo : Nice weather, right?

S n S : ...

Ichigo: So ! Chappy told me you're the only all white zanpaktou.

S n S : ...

Ichigo : and the most beautiful one ever created

S n S : You lowly human, are you trying to court me ?

Ichigo : We've been silently staring at each other for 2 hours waiting for Zangetsu and Rukia to come back. I'm just trying to make small talks and what was that gross thing you just said right now ?! Don't even joke about it, idiot.

S n S : All that talk about being the most beautiful zanpakto is meaningless. What does a sword get from being beautiful ? If anything the beauty of the zanpakto is the reflection of the soul of its weilder.

Ichigo (scratching the back of his neck slightly smiling) Ha... Rukia admires you a lot. I'm happy you feel the same.

S n S : W-what are you talking about ? Who feels the sa- I'm just stating facts ! It's not like I'm writing poems about Rukia sama in my spare time or anything !

Ichigo : Hey ! Hey ! What's wrong with writing po- I-I mean who cares about that ! It's not like Rukia is that pretty pretty pretty

S n S : How dare you badmouth Rukia sama you lowly-

Ichigo : I never said Rukia isn't pretty pretty ! I'm saying she's just pretty pretty pretty. See ! You're the one denying your feelings for her !

S n S : Well, I never said she's pretty pretty. I'm just saying if you want to call her pretty pretty pretty you should at least call her pr-

That's when, Rukia and Zangetsu came back from the bunny theme festival.

...

Three days ago, Ichigo was willing to go with Rukia and was actually excited despite his "Hmm, I guess I have no other choice."

It was until he saw the tv ad, that he swore he would never go to "this childish festival" "Like who do you think I am ?? I have a reputation ! Your creepy rabbit obse- aarg" **Rukia's violence on Ichigo**

Of course, this was only an excuse.

The real reason was that he saw someone dressed as a bunny in the tv ad with a similar outfit to the one from a horror manga he watched when he was 6.

A movie that traumatized him ever since.

He didn't even have to ask Zangetsu to go instead of him because the latter was already aware of Ichigo's trauma.

As a part of his soul, he also watched that movie simultaneously and was also freaked out when he saw that tv ad.

However, he thought that if he let Ichigo go to that festival, all his inner world would filled with creepy serial killer bunny and Zangestu wouldn't be able to rest even one eyelid.

That's why he went.

Aside from the fact Rukia insisted on having a photo with that bunny in particular, the festival wasn't that disastrous experience. Althought the cheesy cuteness of the chappy dance was too much for him to handle, Rukia's company made it worth it

To sum up, Zangetsu was glad it was over until he saw Ichigo and Sode no Shirayuki yelling at each other.

Rukia,on the other hand, was deeply concerned. She had never seen the calm and collected Sode no Shirayuki so heated up. But seeing her indulging Ichigo's idiocies warmed her heart "She's an idiot after all. I'm glad they get along, right Zangetsu ? "

However, Zangetsu wasn't impressed at all. He said to himself "King has found someone who's going to fuel his tsundere behavior even more". Him being the first victim of Ichigo's emotional constipation and inner frustrations, he braces himself for the dark future awaiting for him.

Zangestu : Let's go back do that tummy bunny dance challenge.

Rukia : I thought you said on the name of murder and blood lust, you would never do it

Zangetsu : Well, I need something to stop reminding me of some dark upcoming events and this dumb challenge is the only thing that can help me right now.

Rukia : (too concerned to notice he insulted chappy) ... do you need to talk about it ?

Zangetsu: I wish I could tell you.

[hitomisuzuya]

HIIIIII :333

Just wanted to say I'm in LOVE with your writing, and I've wanted to ask for a while not with some baking gone wrong fluff with Scara :3

HOPE YOU HAVE AN GREAT DAY SUZU‼️‼️

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Fluffy fluffy fluff❤️ Modern AU

This was fun to write 🥰 And thank you very much for your kind words. How we all liking Chenyu Vale?

Scaramouche couldn't say no to you, looking at you like you had two heads when you asked him to help you bake chocolate chip cookies.

Well, first he'd said disgusting. However, it was all over for him once you smiled, something that always made his heart skip a beat and said, "Aw, pretty please?"

"Pretty no." Didn't even have time to come out of his mouth.

He did caution you, however, to never trust him in the kitchen.

"Scara? Can you get the brown and white sugar down, and measure me 3/4 of a cup of each?" You asked, turning away from him to start preheating the oven.

Scaramouche grumbled about having to touch sugar in general, but relented. Now here is where you really should've thought about what he'd told you and what you'd just asked.

You really, really should've.

While the oven was preheating, you added the butter, the sugars, two eggs, a little bit of salt, the flour, the vanilla extract, the baking soda and the chocolate chips into a mixing bowl.

Scaramouche was a adamant that he mix everything for you. He said it was because you were using an electric mixer, and it would lessen the chances of you making a mess. But really,he hated the idea of sugar flinging out of the bowl and touching your pretty hands.

It was bad enough you were going to have to roll the balls of dough by hand.

Soon, the cookies were in the oven and the 25 minute baking time went by without a hitch. Now it was time to taste the cookies. You looked a bit nervous when you'd taken them out of the oven.

"Wanna try?" You asked once they had cooled. Scaramouche made an extra show of turning his nose up at the offer.

You shrugged, broke off a piece and put it in your mouth. You saw the widest, most shit eating smirk you'd ever seen tug the corners of Scaramouche's lips.

Right before you made a sour face.

"Blech, oh my god, what the?!" Your taste buds had just been assaulted by the over whelming taste of...

...salt.

"Scara! You..you.." Scaramouche laughed a little as you exclaimed, flabbergasted.

"Measured salt instead of white sugar?" Scaramouche finished for you, holding out his hands in mock defense, "I told you, you shouldn't trust me in the kitchen," Rest assured he looked quite proud of himself.

He was perfect example of what a no shame face looked like.

Ohhhhh. It must've happened when you'd turned your back to him to preheat the oven.

You could only stare at him, open mouthed. But really, you should've anticipated this. He did tell you not to trust him in the kitchen.

Now it was his turn to make your heart skip a beat.

Scaramouche put an arm around you, bringing you closer to him. "Besides, this sweet," He tapped your lips with his index finger, "is the one I would rather taste," He leaned in and gave you a long kiss that stole the breath out of your lungs.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Backburner 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss is easy going until he’s not. 

Characters: Sam Wilson, this reader is known as Dizzie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The appletini goes right through you. Before you can trade your empty glass for your usual mimosa, you excuse yourself to ladies. You're always the one looking for a bathroom.

You scurry through the bar, growing racuous as nine o'clock approaches. You dip into the women's room and claim a stall. Ahhhh. They say you shouldn't break the seal but you don't have much of one.

You come out of the bathroom humming to the Madonna hit and nearly slam right into another body. Sam catches you by your shoulders and chuckles as he keeps you from falling out of your platforms. You giggle and take a step back, his hands falling away reluctantly.

"Hey, so how about that appletini? Delicious?" He asks.

"Oh, thank you, sir! That was so nice! You didn't have to buy the whole table a round."

"My pleasure. What's a girls night without a free drink or too, heh? I'm sure you get quite a few," he smirks. "With outfits like that?"

You look down at your fluffy sweater and the skin tight miniskirt. You don't show so much in the office. You only realise then you must look silly.

"Ha, thanks, sir, they sorta clash though."

"Look good," he winks, "so when do you girls start dancing?"

"Hehe, sir," you giggle, "my friends aren't really dancers. We're a bit old for that."

"Mm, really? You don't look that old to me."

"Well, I mean, we're not in college, you know," you tug at your feathery cuff, "anywho, my friends are waiting."

"Yeah, so are mine," his timbre dulls, "guess I'll see you Monday?"

"Monday funday!" You agree and bound past him. How nice to run into him.

You rejoin the girls as they chat about a classic movie drive-in being held down on the park. It sounds pretty cool. You offer to bring a blanket if they want to sit on the grass an watch.

The rest of the night blows by. Fridays always do. Saturday is full of catching up with your parents and your to-do list. Sunday still has laundry and groceries on your roster, with a few hours to chill and play animal crossing.

You arrive at the office feeling refreshed. You message the girls before you get started. All of them want to plan your next outing, hopefully sooner than later. It will be nice to get back into that habit, especially with all the changes that seem to be happening with your friends. Maybe next time you'll have something to report.

"Sam," you call over to him as he steps off the elevator, "I have your gym clothes!"

You hop off your chair and swipe up the bag from under your desk. You were sure to toss it all in with your weekend load. You round the desk and hand it over to him as he makes a face.

"What's wrong?" You ask as he accepts the bag.

"This," he raises the Dunkins cup in his hand and gives a blech, "some idiot I know recommended it. Not very good... more sugar than coffee."

"Oh, no, well, I can make you a coffee or run out to Roasters?"

"Ugh, why are you so good to me, b-- diz?" He groans and hands over the cup.

"It's my job! I'll be back in the flip of a bee's wing!" You promise, "not gonna lie, I need a breakfast smoothie like no one's business."

"Damn, that sounds better. Grab me one of those instead."

"Sure, what kind?"

"Surprise me, Diz. You always know what I want," he winks and swings his gym bag as he struts off.

With a mission, you jump into action. You sway in the elevator impatiently then burst out in a flash of energy. You go down to Roasters and join the queue. It's always busy but you don't mind the wait. You can watch the dog walkers and the birds on the wires through the windows. You order two strawberry kiwi shocks and tip the barista.

Back at the office, heads hang over desks, yawns waft through, and grumbles are aimed at screens. You flit by and breeze into Sam's open office door. As you do, he shoves something back into his gym bag.

"Oh, sorry, I... the door was open," you apologise and present the smoothies.

"Ah ha, yeah," he cringes and wipes the back of his neck, "um, I didn't know it was you but..." he dips his hand back in a pulls put a pair of familiar panties with a little blue bow on the front, "think maybe there was a mix up."

You giggle and set down the tray and quickly retrieve your underwear, "so sorry, sir! Must've been static."

"Happens," he chuckles as he watches you tuck the panties onto your pocket. "You know, I almost did think they were mine but uh... not really my colour."

You laugh at his joke, "stop!"

You touch your cheeks in embarrassment.

His dimples soften as he looks at you. His expression hardens and his dark eyes cling to you. His pokes his tongue out and hums.

"You were wearing those on Friday?" He asks.

You squeak, "sir!"

"Curious," he grabs a smoothie as he steps closer, "a skirt like that, what's the point of panties."

You cough and stammer, "Sam..."

He sucks on the straw as he keeps his gaze on you, a fervent heat radiating off of him. He pops his lips free and licks them, "I'll let you in on a secret, Diz," he comes closer and wiggles the straw at you, "I never wear any." He adjusts his stance as he sets his feet wide and watches you, "I like the freedom."

"Sir..." you gurgle.

"Why don't you do me a little favour? Your good at those, aren't you?" He purrs and slurps from the straw again, "go put those on and at the end of the day, you can leave them in my bag."

You're struck dumb by the suggestion. You're not the best nuance but he's being anything but subtle. Sam is a great boss and a nice guy, but he's being anything but right now.

"I can't--"

"You will," he grins, "just like you do everything I tell you, Diz." He looks down at the cup and turns it in his hand, "mmm, sweet... bet you're sweeter, huh, baby?"

He backs up and stirs the smoothie with the straw. You stare and blink. He's going to laugh and tell you he's playing around like he always does. He sits and stares at you. He's as serious as you've ever seen him.

"Don't forget yours," he motions at the other cup.

[chaifootsteps]

biggest plothole i've ever seen in hazbin hotel, aside from the tons of other plotholes in the show, is the fact that alastor is in hell despite being a vodouist. vodou isn't just "cool magic", it's a completely different religion from christianity that doesn't even have the concept of heaven and hell, rather people just become spirits after death. anba dlo is like the closest to heaven there is in vodou, while the bad people stay on earth as bodiless spirits.

i'm working on an au/minor rewrite of the show and everything just instantly fell apart when i realized this. what the fuck

also yeah not to mention! the fact that alastor is in christian hell implies that vodou beliefs about death are wrong, and that christianity's beliefs are right! it's like when my christian parents would tell me that all religions that aren't christianity were evil and that christianity is the one true religion there is. it's so icky and ironically it's giving conservative. blech

This applies to a lot of things in Viv's life, from her views on other queer people to the way she does business.

[dearest-painter]

I got a Httyd request-

The entire gang (and their dragons) being yandere for a baby nightfury!reader (fem preferably) and hcs for that

I GOT YA! This is a headcanon! One for each human and dragon! Also sorry sor the long wait. I also tried to get everyone but I didn’t have that much ideas sadly

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive behavior, abusive relationship, it’s sorta fluff but still Yandere AU, so just adding stuff for safety!, tell me if I need to add anything

-Hiccup is first up as he’s toothless’s rider! He’s used to being around Nightfuries so he definitely takes care of you the most. He’s also the one who probably found you then took you to the others….he didn’t let them touch you until he felt comfortable

-Toothless raises you, he raised you the first as he was a literal Nightfury like you. He was probably the one you warmed up to the fastest as he was the same type of dragon you were. You bet he will growl at anyone and anything that gets to near you for his liking

-I refuses to put the twin separately because they’d legit do the same thing. Anyway! Ruffnut and Tuffnut, their the ones who teach you bad stuff and make you a rebel. Definitely steals you from everyone

-Barf and Blech pick you up and cuddle with you. Barf and Blech place you on their back then roam around with you on their back. Will fight people for you, no questions asked at all

[deutsche-bahn]

Ich muss im Herbst immer an das jährliche Keksebacken mit meiner deutschen Oma denken. Die Frau war Landwirtin, auf einem Hof der schon seit Generationen von ihrer Familie bewirtschaftet wurde. Sie war so ein bisschen...tja, wenn Monty Python ein Skit über deutsche Erziehung und Mangel an Emotionalität gedreht hätten, hätten sie die gute Frau casten können. Erzkonservativ und nicht gerade ein Menschenfreund.

Als Kinder wollten wir auch irgendwie nie so wirklich mit ihr Kekse backen. Ich weiß gar nicht woran's lag-

Wir bekamen erst einmal Schürzen umgebunden, die wahrscheinlich älter waren als der Hof selbst. Oder zumindest so rochen. Unsere aktive Mitarbeit am Entstehungsprozess der Kekse bestand dann daraus, dass wir mal eine Schale mit Mehl oder Zucker halten durften, während Oma mit aggressiver Effizienz ein Blech Spekulatius nach dem nächsten in den Ofen donnerte. Man hatte Mitleid für das Backblech.

Falls ihr noch nie gesehen habt wie Spekulatius gemacht werden: Um diese typischen Motive von krummen Windmühlen und kaum zu erkennenden Tieren zu erzeugen wird der Teig in ein Spekulatiusbrett gedrückt. Dann wird der überschüssige Teig mit einem Draht abgeschnitten:

Und da standen wir halt, leicht verstört, während Omma mit Schwung (und let's be real, wahrscheinlich irgendwelchen lange, lange aufgestauten Emotionen) ihren Teig in diese Bretter knüppelte. Es war das Bild der idealen Großmutter-Enkel-Aktivität.

Omas Lieblingsmotive waren nicht die missratenen Tiere, sondern die auf ihrem sogenannten Heiligenbrett. Die Kekse, die sie mit roher Gewalt mit diesem Brett herstellte sahen alle (angeblich) aus wie christliche Heilige. Bevor sie die auf's Backblech warf hielt sie jeden davon hoch und fragte uns, wer das denn sei. Ich weiß ja nicht wie's euch geht, aber zu meiner Grundschulzeit brachte man uns nicht den kompletten, vollständigen und lückenlosen Kanon der christlichen Heiligen bei. Wir waren aufgeschmissen. Ganz ehrlich, die Drills der US-Marines sind nichts im Vergleich zu einer 1,50 großen erzdeutschen Großmutter, die mit Keks-Schutzpatronen vor dir auf und ab rennt und deine christliche Bildung in Frage stellt.