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lovelyfanatical · 1 year

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I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I’m With You - Chapter 1.4

Happy Saturday, fellow Drukkari stans! I come bearing news! First, I finally picked a title for this fic! Second, I’m officially on AO3 now! You’re welcome to read there or here, my username is the same. I will continue to post smaller installments over here, and I’ll be compiling them into longer chapters on AO3. Anyway, everything up until now has been sort of the first chapter, taking place during what would be the filming of the first episode. So, without further ado, here is the final part of Chapter 1 of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off! (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

As it turns out, Kingo was entirely right. While Druig wasn’t in the very back, second-to-last was still far back enough for him to discretely observe everyone in front of him during the final challenge of the week, which was a cupcake tower. He heard the young redhead, Sprite, curse under her breath when her vegan batter turned out wrong and she decided to start over (he still wasn’t sure she was old enough to be here). He watched Sersi and Dane exchange some light banter as they each waited for their cakes to bake (it seems they’d chosen the same flavors for their cupcakes: chocolate and peanut butter). He witnessed Ajak’s calm and collected demeanor, even when she dropped a cupcake and had to adjust her tower. And he nearly knocked his own tower over trying not to stare at Makkari.

Not only was her cupcake tower exquisite, with each one featuring a piped rose on top, but she’d finished assembling it with ten minutes to spare. As he finished his own rather simple-looking tower, she was helping Kingo arrange his cupcakes on the stand. While no amount of skillful plating could hide the fact that Kingo’s cupcakes were a visual mess, Makkari was quick and precise with her placement, and Druig couldn’t help but be captivated.

Captivation aside, his stomach suddenly tied up in knots when it came time for judging. While his decorations hadn’t melted off this time, they were still pretty boring next to several of the other competitors’ towers. Aside from Makkari’s beautiful work, Sersi’s tower had been expertly arranged into a sort of checkboard of alternating chocolate and peanut butter, Karun had designed his cupcakes to look like mushrooms in a picturesque forest, and despite having to start over, Sprite still found time to decorate her cupcakes to look like glittery fireworks. Meanwhile, his decorations looked rather generic, although he thought his piping was much better than usual. The judges agreed, but just as before, they could not fault him on his flavors. This time, he’d gone with chocolate and strawberry, with a bit of hazelnut just to mix it up a little.

Druig couldn’t say he was really surprised by the results. Gilgamesh won star baker, which felt like a given, considering he’d passed each challenge with flying colors. And while Ikaris’s cupcakes weren’t a complete disaster, they were a little underbaked and, thus, not enough to make up for his previous two challenges. A few of the others, including Ajak and Kingo, went to console him after, but Ikaris seemed to have foreseen his elimination and accepted it with grace.

As they arrived back at the hotel, Druig was just making his way inside when he felt an arm loop through his own and steer him behind a pillar. He tried not to fall as he nearly stumbled into Makkari (she was certainly stronger than she looked).

“Makkari, what—”

He didn’t even get a word out before she interrupted, bringing a finger to her lips before she started to sign, Ikaris is talking to Sersi.

Druig peered around the pillar to see that Ikaris and Sersi were standing just on the other side, speaking in hushed tones. Makkari tapped on his shoulder to get his attention before asking, What are they saying?

Taking a deep breath (his heart was pounding, but Makkari didn’t need to know that), Druig turned his head to listen. She says she’s sorry he’s leaving first. He says it’s okay, she was always a better baker than him.

Makkari’s eyes widened at this. They know each other?

Before he could reply, Druig heard footsteps approaching. As quickly and quietly as he could, he stepped further around the pillar, pulling Makkari with him. He watched as first Sersi then Ikaris passed by, on their way back to their respective rooms. Once they were both out of sight, he turned back to Makkari, who was looking up at him with her beautiful brown eyes. They were standing quite close to each other. Druig still had a hand on her arm from pulling her around the pillar, and once he realized this, he let go and signed a quick Sorry.

It's okay, she signed back with a small smile. So, they know each other?

I guess so, he replied.

Maybe Kingo was right about the sabotage after all, she said, a mischievous look in her eyes.

I don’t think so. Sersi honestly seemed sad that he was leaving, Druig signed. Maybe they were friends before this.

Makkari raised an eyebrow at this. Just friends?

You think it was more?

I think if they were just friends, she would’ve eaten lunch with him yesterday. There’s something else.

She had a point there, Druig thought. Even so, they’d need more information. Guess we’ll have to wait until next week to find out more.

Or do we? She signed with a playful smirk. Now it was Druig’s turn to raise his eyebrows in confusion. Do you have your phone?

Druig pulled his phone out and unlocked it for her. She quickly typed something into it and handed it back to him. He looked down to see she’d saved her number and sent herself a text that read, “Hi Makkari.” As he read, a reply popped up: “Hi Druig!” He chuckled as he looked back up. She smiled at him again before typing more: “I might do some digging. I’ll let you know if I find anything!”

“Detective Makkari’s on the case,” he wrote back, which made her giggle. Their eyes met again, and for a moment, they just took each other in. Druig could’ve stayed in that moment longer, but Makkari raised her hands to sign, Until next week?

Druig signed back, Until next week, Makkari.

The game is afoot! Or is it? Find out more in Part 5!

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #eternals #eternals fanfiction #makkari is very nosy #those who snoop together #stay together :)

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valorblooded · 3 years

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okay since you're brother is a good baker. who's better? him or oliver?

He thinks on it.

Its an epic face journey of epic proportions as he looks at a box of cookies from Oliver's bakery, and a few lemon bar squares on a plate his brother left him.

"Hm. Oliver's taste like a professional baker, like I'm getting my money's worth. Drix's lemon squares taste like home."

He rubs his chin, "Regrettably, I'd say Drix."

#Connor vc He makes me so goddamn mad sometimes but his baking is on point #About #sorry Oliver #cupcakes-and-british-ties

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comebackassholes · 4 years

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I read a lot more fics than I expected to this year, but they were all great. I’ve talked and yelled about so many of them during my short lived podcast, but I want to highlight some of my favorites of 2019. This list includes Stucky (under the read more), which I’ve recently discovered and have fallen into that rabbit hole :)

Larry

💫 Shine On (You Crazy Diamond) by @larrymaybe22 The year is 1974 and Britain’s glam rock scene is in full swing. Enter Louis, a broke and dejected student who finds himself on a tour bus of all places, working as a roadie for the enigmatic “womanizer” Harry Styles. Along the way, Louis discovers the cruelty of fame and that maybe there is more than meets the eye beyond the curls, cocaine, and crazy suits. 💫 Meet Me in Montauk by make_this_feel_like_home The one where Harry has amnesia, Louis can't handle the pain and Lacuna Inc provides a unique service: the ability to erase a person from your memories. 💫 Consequences by @allwaswell16 Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time. 💫 Ambient Girls by @tinyreindeerlouis Or the one where Louis and Harry fall in love under the stars. 💫 Counterbalance by @louandhazaf Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis “Tommo” Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry’s class. 💫 Face Your Fears by @sadaveniren Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing. 💫 (Something’s Been) Hiding In My Heart by @lululawrence Or a Sweet Home Alabama AU where Louis comes home to finally get his divorce from Harry finalized so he can move on with his life. Alderford holds its own set of challenges when he returns, but by facing his past maybe he can find the healing he so desperately needs. 💫 all we can do is keep breathing by @avocadolouie a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together. 💫 Tired Tired Sea by @mediawhorefics As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter. 💫 we should open up (before it's all too much) by @disgruntledkittenface Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people.Then he meets Louis. 💫 Tied to Fate by @littlelouishiccups After his estranged father’s death, Harry inherits a castle in England that has belonged to his family for generations and he knows nothing about. When he breaks up with his boyfriend, Harry decides England is the perfect place for a small vacation. He isn’t prepared to meet Louis Tomlinson, a ghost who once lived in the castle and has haunted it for over five hundred years. He’s even more unprepared to fall in love with him. 💫 No Bunny But You by @crinkle-eyed-boo A slow Monday night behind the bar turns into something else entirely thanks to a new mural and a new customer. 💫 Tell Me This Is Paradise by @becomeawendybird Harry Styles has been lucky in love but unlucky in the bedroom with all of her previous boyfriends. When her best friend Niall finds out that she's never had an orgasm, she knows just what Harry needs: Louis Tomlinson. Niall sets Harry up to get sorted out. 💫 Leave Your Mark On Me by @kingsofeverything When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

Stucky

Most of these weren’t written this year, but they’re my favorites I’ve read so far. (I’ve been in a bdsm trope mood lately and these authors are amazing.)

💫 we are the things that we do for fun by Nonymos Going to a professional Dom may be one of the weirdest things Bucky’s ever done. Especially since this skinny Steve Rogers guy doesn’t really look the part. But hey, they might just find a way to make this work. 💫 Where There's Smoke by lambchop33 Steve is a Brooklyn firefighter who is about to be saddled with a new, rookie crewmate. James Barnes is that rookie, just looking for a fresh start at a new station. Steve's friends think they know what's best for him...start dating his new crewmate. Steve thinks they're crazy...or possibly right. But events from James's recent past may pose a threat to any designs they have on each other. 💫 G.I. Joes and 2AM Diners by OhCaptainMyCaptain They look nothing like what they used to. Time and life have completely changed them. But as they sit there in silence, eating two halves of one cupcake, letting Brooklyn remind there where they came from, and enjoying a sky full of stars… They are those same little boys, somewhere deep down. For just a second, you’d be able to see them again. And Bucky thinks to himself that maybe it’s little moments like these – fleeting as they may be – that remind him why life is still worth living. 💫 Is It Pretending If I Already Want You? by OhCaptainMyCaptain Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they're never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event" 💫 After Hours by OhCaptainMyCaptain Steve wishes Bucky wouldn’t look at him the way he does – a deliberate gaze, subtly digging his top teeth into that pouty bottom lip; following his every move like a lion watches a gazelle. It’s been going on for months, perhaps longer... Steve talks, and Bucky listens. Well, that’s the point – Bucky’s supposed to be listening. Steve’s just doing his job, after all… No harm in that. 💫 Collar Full of Chemistry by 2bestfriends Steve is very rich and desperate to feel in control of his life again after a recent divorce has left him feeling bitter and lonely. When he keeps crossing paths with a disaster twenty-something, an unconventional solution presents itself. Steve's always been one for following his instincts. Bucky is very broke and can't seem to catch a break, especially after some asshole fires him for one fucking mistake. So of course, it follows that he should sign a contract agreeing to do everything and anything that same asshole wants for a whole year in exchange for a payout that could finally change his life for the better. 💫 Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Kellyscams Steve's just moved back to Brooklyn after spending ten years in California trying to make a life for himself as an artist right after high school. Having escaped to the other side of the country following the sudden death of his mother, Steve feels guilty about abruptly leaving all his friends for so long, unfulfilled, scared and nervous about started college at his age, and unbelievably lonely. So when he meets Bucky Barnes, a young sex-worker, at a bar the night before his first day of classes, temptations might be too high to resist. One night paying for sex with the most sinfully gorgeous guy is nothing to brag to the papers about, huh? S'not like he'll ever see him again anyway......Right?

#fic rec #larry stylinson #stucky

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rogersradio · 5 years

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borhap boys on their wedding day

ben

- BIG BRITISH WEDDING

- you both invited so many people you probably had more attendees than the royal wedding

- “ben i‘m going to be like meghan markle”

“you are a princess, love”

- you guys stick to tradition and don’t see eachother before the wedding

- when you get to the venue that morning, there’s coffees and donuts waiting for you and your bridesmaids in the bridal suite along with a letter from ben

- you make the mistake of reading the letter while you were getting your makeup done because you had to redo it all because of all the tears

- you take the wedding photos in front of the church, which had huge white pillars and glass doors

- ben is basically just speechless the whole time because he’s never seen anyone look as beautiful as you

- the ben and groomsmen wore white suits with black pants + black bow ties, while your girls wore grey dresses

- you two decide to write your own vows and ben stutters almost every two sentences because he’s nervous

- you have a big wedding reception afterward

- you decided to get a one tier cake and a lot of cupcakes instead of a huge cake

- your first dance is a slow dance of you just holding ben close as y’all sway around to the song

- the rest of the night ben would twirl you around on the dance floor and convince you to join some of the fun group dances like footloose

- at some point you to go back and sit at the table together, watching everybody dance and eat cake

- you take off your heels and lean back against him because everything aches and you’re getting tired

- “did you feel like meghan markle babe”

“no, but i definitely found my prince”

+ your honeymoon flight got cancelled and you had to stay overnight at the airport instead of a hotel, so you guys did the most wack things at 3 am because almost nobody was there (raving while sliding on your socks in the walkways were a big one)

joe

- you settle on a relatively small wedding with good friends and family at small venue in california

- you both screw the tradition of seeing eachother before walking down the isle and have a huge breakfast with all the wedding party at the venue

- joe absolutely SPOILS you the day of

- you’ll walk into your bridal suite with all your girls to see flowers and a gold necklace with “mrs” in cursive letters

- he also writes a note on your flower ribbon that says “here’s to forever”

- you both hire one of your photographer friends to hang out the entire day and capture the moments

- they get a lot of good candid ones of you putting on your makeup or joe putting on his clufflinks and ben helping him with his tie (your favorites)

- joe takes all the funny groomsmen photos

- when you’re going through them later you find like 5 serious ones, which turn out really well

- where as all the other ones are of joe holding out his ring finger with all the guys looking shocked and the classic sorority girl poses + plus one of joe pretending to throw your bouquet

- all of the groomsmen wear superhero socks, of course

- you and joe wear white and black converse instead of heels and dress shoes

- joe cries more than you do when you walk down the isle

- “you’re perfect, you know”

- you have a simple two tier wedding cake with your favorite flavor on bottom and joe’s on top because you two couldn’t decide on one

- you and joe have a choreographed first dance that includes all your wedding party (and sunglasses)

- you absolutely dance the night away and end up going barefoot

- when the night is almost over and half the people are gone you and joe do your final dance to “you make me feel so young”

- “best day of my life, babe”

+ joe helps ben catch the bouquet at the ceremony and you are not happy

+ “joe francis i swear-“

gwilym

- very superstitious

- he refuses any idea of seeing you before the wedding itself

- “we could take photos before in the morning lighting-“

“no absolutely not”

- you only end up getting photos during the ceremony and after because it started raining as soon as the reception started and you couldn’t go outside

- it’s a super cute outdoor wedding

- you set up for the ceremony in the back of this small wedding venue where the after party would be held

- you literally have the most secreted wedding and it’s so nice to be away from all the press he gets

- both of your rings are engraved on the inside with your wedding date and each other’s names

- you both are super symbolic like that, so a lot of little things that meant a lot were added into your wedding

- gwilym wore a handkerchief in his suit pocket that his dad wore in his wedding day and you wore the necklace your mom wore

- they both meant a lot to you

- gwilym pulls through to have live music at your wedding reception

- they play all of your favorite songs, per his request (a lot of queen and frank sinatra)

- you definitely have a donut wall that joe takes as his que to recreate him eating a donut in slow motion (but now it’s “wedding edition”)

- you guys took wedding dance lessons together and every once in a while during your first dance you’ll hear him whisper the “1,2,3,4” that you guys rehearsed with because he doesn’t want to mess it up

- you both end up changing into more casual attire (a short, casual dress for you and khakis with a button up for him)

- you definitely smash the cake in his face when you do the tasting

- he pouted for like 10 minutes afterward

- you two end up being the last ones to leave the venue because your flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow night and you have no where to be

- he wraps his blazer around you and walks you out, thanking you for making him the happiest man on earth

+ brian and anita send you a photo album with your names on it and says “to the moon and back” under them and you both almost cry

rami

- clueless, but he tries his best

- “there doesn’t need to be that many people at our wedding, y/n. besides, i haven’t seem n my aunt in like twenty years”

“rami it’s curtesy”

“i don’t even remember her name, though!”

- in reality he’s super excited

- he’s wanted to marry you forever and the thought of finally calling you his wife in less than 24 hours makes him cry

- you write letters to each other to read the morning of the wedding, when you’re both at home

- rami never had a way with words, but the letter was absolutely beautiful, describing the way he felt when he first met you and the joy he felt when you said yes to marrying him

- when you got to your suite, there was cooled champagne and a tower of fruit and sweets waiting for you

- “he knows me so well”

- you hire a videographer instead of a photographer because you wanted to capture something more than a photo

- they get really good shots of rami laughing and you stepping into your heels and your bridesmaids helping you button your dress (rami saves that one to his phone)

- he’s super fidgety

- the whole time he’s waiting for you to walk down the isle he’s moving, whether it’s turning around and talking to his groomsmen or fixing his suit in some way

- twirls you when you walk down the isle together and stops to kiss you half way

- the fastest ceremony ever because rami booked the wrong flight time and you left 3 hours earlier than u had planned

- “i swear it said 8:30”

“well we leave at 5:30 so let’s get rolling”

- you have a photo booth at the reception and take about 500 photos with everyone

- you guys had a macaroon cake instead of the traditional wedding cake because it was a lot easier

- and the fact that rami couldn’t choose a cake flavor he liked also contributed, but he refuses to accept that

- after your first dance, he asks your mom to dance with him instead of sitting down with you (you couldn’t handle it)

- “thank you for that”

“anything for you, love”

+ he actually makes an instagram post for the occasion and it’s just solely a candid, laughing photo of you in your dress

+ captions it “a day worth posting for”

#bohemian rhapsody #ben hardy #ben hardy imagines #ben hardy x reader #borhap #borhap cast #joe mazzello headcannons #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello imagine #ben hardy headcannons #gwilym lee #gwilym x reader #gwilym lee headcannons #rami malek #rami malek headcannons #rami malek x reader #rami malek imagine #borhap imagines

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phanchester · 5 years

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gen z baudelaire children headcanons

violet baudelaire

- age: 16

- good at drawing

- cries in movies

- asexual af

- called herself a lesbian for years until she started dating a boy lmao

- dating quigley quagmire

- doesnt define herself as a single sexuality so she just calls herself queer

- has an instagram account for aesthetic things and another account for weird selfies

- has a studyblr account as well

- pretend shes organised but really is not

- loves dodie and tessa violet

- makes slimes and squishies and somehow all of them are perfect?? like the slime never sticks to anyone’s hands and get stretch a lot and the squishies just never break down

- is really bad at baking

- tried to make klaus a birthday cake but failed and handed in slush

- she ended up buying cake from the local bakery but accidentally spelt klaus wrong so it read “happy birthday klauz”

- loves everything to do with japan but constantly denies the fact that shes a weeaboo

- dressed up as jiro from my hero academia one year

- obsessed with princess mononoke

- loves all the tech in tokyo

- listens to paramore religiously

- liked one direction when she was a lot younger and cringes about it

- used to have long hair but she cut it when she was 15 and now she has the bisexual haircut

- has a really good sense of fashion although she looks pretty in anything

- loves sherlock way too much for it to be healthy

- was obsessed with tom hiddleston in 2012

- got raped when she was 14

- still goes to therapy to repair all the broken things which came out of that

- very passionate about feminism and is pro-choice

- got called an sjw in public so she gave the man a whole rant about how her being raped ruined her entire life

- lead the tech box for the school musical in junior school despite these annoying teachers telling her she should be on stage with her pretty face

- gets cat-called in public which she absolutely hates but she just ignores them

- loves doing her own makeup

- people who dont know her call her the shy nerd but people who know her things shes insane

- resident IT kid at school

- knows for forever from dear evan hansen off by heart but refuses to listen to any more songs despite klaus’s protests

- really good at football and baseball

- super good at science

- loves everything to do with inventing (obviously lmao)

- dressed up as tinker bell when she was 4 and as annabeth chase when she was 12 for halloween

- good at sewing and making costumes

- made her own computer out of spare parts when her mother (beatrice) put screen time on her school laptop

- had an emo phase but constantly denies it

klaus baudelaire

- age: 14

- a huge fanboy over practically everything except sports

- family thought he was gay for years, turns out he was a bi disaster

- peace-signs bisexual but also finger guns

- had a crush on isadora and quigley when they first met in seventh grade

- now only has a crush on isadora and boy is oblivious to how lovestruck isadora is for him as well

- knows every starkid musical off by heart

- has a super popular tumblr blog with a hell lot of followers as well as an anti-onision side blog

- has probably every social media known to man

- rumours say that he even has a myspace account?? with this boy who knows

- hair is always messy no matter how many times beatrice tries to tame it

- always dresses up as harry potter for halloween because he looks exactly like the description

- obsessed with lord of the rings

- use to have a booktube but then deleted it a day after he posted a video

- has mild anxiety and depression

- also sees a therapist (someone help these chirren they need help)

- memes and vines are his source of energy and without them he would probably die

- knows like every single vine somehow

- loves thomas sanders

- has a diverse set of subscriptions from really small but high quality youtubers to these huge popular ones

- once this random youtuber liked his reply on twitter and he actually flipped out

- has a crush on brendon urie (“i’d fuck that forehead any day” - actual quote by klaus baudelaire)

- skipped year 4 so he is one year younger than the people in his grade

- can eat until he dies

- was super small but then had a huge growth spurt so now hes a lot taller

- practically blind without his glasses

- once violet stole his glasses for a prank and klaus sat on the family cat

- the cat was thankful still breathing after the traumatizing experience but died the year after

- these events are not confirmed to be connected

- definitely a feminist and is super protective over his sister so he a t t a c k s anyone online who normalizes and tries to justify rape and/or pedophilia

- hated olaf from the second he met him

- super judgemental over people which he knows he needs to stop but he cant help it

- only person he didnt judge was lemony which beatrice took as a good sign when they first got together

- hardly remember bertrand as he died when he was like 1 (and violet was 3) but from photos he knows that he was a good person

- loves croissants and meat pie

- actually really likes bread for some reason no one knows why but he just really likes bread

- good at every single subject except for pdhpe (or rather pe)

- running joke in the family that hes trash at sport

- actually likes the concepts of most school subjects but he hates some of his teachers (like his maths teacher and his geography teacher)

- has really trash handwriting

- has the weirdest search history known to man

- “im a writer” but never writes

sunny snicket

- age: 4

- not at school yet but still super smart for her age

- klaus read the hobbit to her and she really enjoys it and wants to watch the movies (but beatrice wont let her because theyre rated m)

- lost her first tooth recently because she kept on wobbling it and just pulled it out

- never cries when she falls over or scratches herself or shit

- uses klaus as a chair and violet as a pillow

- once pulled all of beatrice’s flowers out from the garden to give to her

- beatrice got really mad at first but when sunny started crying and saying that she just wanted to give her mummy a present beatrice melted and brought sunny to the florist to buy flowers

- kept on asking how babies were made and didnt believe the stories she was being told so lemony just straight-up told her to shut her up and now she is traumatized

- watches movies which are way too old for her age

- loves baking with her mum and is very good at it (better than violet lmao)

- beatrice doesnt allow her near the oven so she constantly makes peanut-butter sandwiches

- suffice to say, the house is never out of peanut-butter sandwiches

- loves dogs

- has way too many toys to count

- wants a pet hamster, fish and/or sloth

- hates shoes so constantly walks around barefoot

- blames everything on her invisible snowman friend called ojo

- hates being called cute but really is adorable

- likes blueberry muffins and vanilla cupcakes

- never ties her shoelaces

- loves the incredibles

- really likes all frank sinatra songs

- has a pink radio which allows cds

- has lazy eye

- taking piano lessons but wants to learn the cello

- pretends to be a detective all the time

- tried to catch the monster under the bed so she could talk to it

- loves talking

- loves chinese food

- tries to write in cursive

- sings very loudly around the house

- always sneezes at least 5 times in a row

- scared of swallowing pills for medicine

- can quote child-friendly vines

- loves dressing up in dresses but hates makeup

- heard someone (probably kit) say “no shit sherlock” so says that on repeat under every circumstance

- finds writing capitals rs and 4s interesting so she has a notebook dedicated to that

- loves the mii and kahoot song (probably because of klaus)

- has an interest in sharp-toothed creatures like snakes, sharks and alligators

- pretends to have a british accent sometimes and its very cute

- hates her hair in pigtails

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #quiglet #kladora #violet #klaus #sunny #asoue violet #asoue klaus #asoue sunny #beatrice baudelaire #lemony snicket

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theculturedmarxist · 5 years

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Ellen DeGeneres is apparently a US State Department/CIA asset.

https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1181593139926245377.html

It seems there are also strong ties between her show, SONY, and the CIA.

@Tiff_FitzHenry

Ellen Degeneres and George W. Bush are the same thing: [THREAD] A leaked 2009 memo in an email exchange then Secretary of State Hillary Clinton singled out "The Ellen Degeneres Show" which could be used to “amplify and deliver messages that advance policymaking."

The below State Department memo stated that Ellen DeGeneres is willing to use her platform to promote the agenda of the State Department.

In another leaked official State Department exchange, a top government aide and the Secretary of State discuss Ellen Degeneres’ quote, “willingness to do whatever we ask.”

So, just to recap, Ellen Degeneres is willing to covertly push official government foreign policy under the guise of a silly, non-threatening morning talk show. You with me so far? Interestingly, Sony is the company that distributes The Ellen Degeneres Show.

If you were getting your news from Jake Tapper in the fallout during the Sony hacks you probably have no idea the incredible bombshells that were revealed, notably among them is the tight link between Sony and, you guessed it, the government. Specifically the CIA/State Department

In a quick search of FOIA documents regarding the Pentagon/D.O.D./C.I.A involvement with Hollywood, the Ellen Degeneres Show comes up with remarkable frequency. Here’s just one of tons of examples:

Remember that time British intelligence agencies, in association with the Pentagon and C.I.A., inserted Ellen’s cupcake recipes into a jihad magazine? And intelligence publisher (CIA front) Stratfor was tracking the whole thing? 🙄

Remember how the only witness to have interacted with the alleged shooter, C.I.A. linked Stephen Paddock, just did that one interview, on Ellen? Come to think of it that was kinda weird, wasn't it? 🤔

Did you know that when Ellen came out on April 30, 1997, an internal computer bulletin board system at the CIA lit up…who knew the nation’s spies were paying such close attention to a sitcom star? (here’s where I raise my hand)

So, for anyone surprised, mad, happy or confused at seeing Ellen and Bush palling around at football game, just rip the band-aid off already! They're part of the illusion that's stolen our freedom, sanity and sovereignty. But the moment we see it, the illusion shatters forever!

#ellen degeneres #cia #shills

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groovydudeharry-blog · 5 years

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A Birthday Dance

A highschool!au set in the 70's.

Word count: 4.2k+

(A/N: Hey! So I wrote this with the intention of it being set in 1977, although I don’t think I did a fantastic job of conveying that (I tried ok) so it’s pretty easy to just imagine it however you’d like! ALSO I wrote this both on my laptop and my phone where the spell check/grammar check is different so please excuse any switches between british spelling and american spelling. Please let me know what you think, I’d really appreciate it. Hope you like it!)

December 1st, 1977. Tilly's 17th Birthday. It would be like most days if not for the crazy amount of balloons and streamers decorating the living room, where she sits in her pyjamas carefully unwrapping the bow tied around the box in her lap. Tilly's never been one to worry too much over her birthday, her parents however (more specifically her Mother), have always made a fuss over the day despite her constant re-assurance that she's just happy with homemade cupcakes and a new pair of bell bottoms.

Her parents had woken her up especially early so she could see the decorations and be wished a proper happy birthday before shuffling off to school. Tilly has always appreciated her Mother's efforts when it comes to special occasions and finds it quite comical that her Father agrees with all her decor decisions, despite not caring for the over-the-top-ness of it all.

"Mom!" A gasp leaves Tilly as she finally opens the lavender colored box, a pair of strappy, short silver heels resting on top of white tissue paper. "I told you I didn't mind wearing my white flats."

"But I saw how much you loved them when you tried them on in the store." Her Mother says fondly. "And don't babble on about the price. Your Father was able to talk the manager into a sweet deal." She pats her husbands knee, the two of them perched on the edge of the coffee table with Tilly sat in the comfortable armchair usually reserved for her Father.

Moving the box to the ground, Tilly stands, embracing her parents in an appreciative hug and a kiss to their cheek each. "Thank you, thank you! I can't wait to wear these tonight!" She squeals in delight, the thought of her outfit for tonight's winter formal coming together perfectly.

December marks not only Tilly's birthday, but the start of winter which means her high school's winter formal was only around the corner. Lucky for her, it just so happens to fall on her birthday this year which means she had an excuse to dress up and have fun with her friends. (It also serves as an unofficial birthday party which makes it even better.)

After a breakfast of waffles and syrup - her favorite breakfast - Tilly takes her time getting ready, choosing to wear her new pair of mid-wash bell bottoms with a soft, cream colored sweater that her Grandma had given her last Christmas.

"Happy Birthday, Tilly!!!!" A scream is more or less heard from the kerb as Tilly leaves for school.

There, leaning out the passenger window of the car, is her best friend Valerie with her super curly locks blowing around in the morning breeze. Tilly skips down the path leading from her front door to the street and quickly embraces Valerie in a tight hug before jumping in the back seat next to her other friends Doug and Bobby.

She's met with a round of birthday wishes from the two boys and politely thanks them before making eye contact with the driver through the rear view mirror. "Happy Birthday." He says in a gruff voice.

"Thanks, Harry." Tilly hopes he sees her sincere smile through the small mirror as he pulls away from her front kerb and starts the short drive to school.

Tilly has always had a slight crush Harry. And really, who could blame her? He had grown his hair out so the brown curls just touched the top of his shoulders and for some reason taken more of an interest in her compared to what he used to. But she convinced herself that he would never like her back after over-hearing him tell Bobby that she wasn't his type one day when she showed up earlier than usual to their hang out spot.

Their little gang of friends formed during the summer going into 9th grade with the five of them bonding over the fear of high school, especially the older kids (seniors are scary when you're a freshman okay?) and new found responsibilities. Tilly had been friends with Valerie the longest, since 5th grade, but she definitely considers the boys her best friends too.

Harry isn't the most outgoing when compared to Bobby or Doug, who can just about cause a ruckus anywhere they go, but he is arguably the most likeable out of the group. His personality radiates with a level of confidence and charm that people can't help but fall for. Tilly even remembers her parents saying how much of a nice boy Harry was when the gang had dinner at her house for her birthday last year. The two have never really been able to get to know each other on a personal one-on-one level, having to avoid harmless teasing from the rest of their friends, so they only really hang out in group settings.

The car ride to school is spent listening softly to Queen playing on the radio and Valerie turning around to chat with the three in the back seat. Once at school, Tilly is whisked away by Valerie to the second floor girls restroom where she almost squeals in excitement.

"Val, why are you smiling so much? You're kinda scaring me." Tilly is skeptical, her best friend only usually in this mood when she has some interesting gossip or has a secret that she can't hold in.

Valerie takes a deep breath, "Dean told Maria who told Kayla who told me that Dean's going to ask you to dance and then on a date tonight!" She says so fast she struggles to regain her breath for a second afterwards.

Tilly can't help the shocked smile that finds its way to her face. Dean was the star of the football team, which made him the most popular guy in school and not surprisingly, the boy almost every girl wished they could go out with.

"Far out, Val!" Tilly quickly checks who could overhear their private conversation in the bathroom and after finding the coast is clear, she lets out a laugh in disbelief. The most popular boy in school wants to not only dance with her at the winter formal, but ask out?! Tilly couldn't really believe it.

The school bell shrills and the sound of lockers slamming shut follows as the girls file out of the bathroom and to their first class of the day. Valerie says a quick goodbye to Tilly, the sound of her clogs hitting the floor as she runs to a meeting. Being on the school events committee, she had a whole day of preparation and meetings for the impending winter formal. Luckily though, it was only a half day so students (especially the girls) had enough time to get ready with little complaints.

"What's got you all smiley?" Harry says as Tilly plops down at the desk beside his.

Letting the grin fall slightly from her face (she didn't think she was smiling that much but clearly she thought wrong), she shakes her head dismissively. "Just a wonderful birthday so far."

She's met with a nod from Harry and the two turn to face their teacher who's stuck-in-the-60's style is in full swing.

Harry doesn't really like school dances. He wouldn't say he hates them because they really aren't that bad. He just doesn't care for the fuss of it all and honestly, he'd rather just hang out with his friends in Doug's garage like usual.

The three boys are currently sat in said garage-turned hangout spot, a small tv on a table against the wall and a couch with some bean bags strewn around. Bobby's sat on the stool behind the drum set and Harry's sat on the largest of the bean bags (arguably his designated seat) with an acoustic guitar in his grip. Music has always been an important part of Harry's life, his guitar being his most prized possession. It also helps that Bobby plays a little guitar (he's not so great on the drums) so the two often have little jam sessions with Doug either obnoxiously singing along or just reading a comic in the presence of his mates.

"Where are the girls?" Doug mumbles from his spot, laying on the couch, with a G-I Joe in his hand. He'd never let anyone outside his gang know how much he loves dolls (or action figures as he insists).

"Val's probably still decorating the gym," Bobby answers as he taps the symbols of the drums lightly, "Tilly's probably already getting ready for her big night."

"Yeah, I heard Dean's gonna get with her tonight." Doug chimes in which causes Harry to suddenly stop his light strumming on the guitar.

Trying to conceal his shock, he clears his throat before saying, "Since when was Dean interested in Tilly?" Sitting up higher in the bean bag he adds, "He's an ass."

"Not to the girls he's not." A shrug of Doug's shoulders follows as he places the action figure neatly on the coffee table.

"I reckon girls like that, man." Moving from the drums to the couch, Bobby sits himself next to Doug and turns to face Harry. "Val told me that she personally likes a guy who's not all over her. She likes a challenge." His eyebrows raise and fall after he sees their skepticism. "Why do you think I've been different around her?"

It's an unspoken truth that Bobby is in love with Valerie, everybody knows it, maybe even Valerie herself but nothing has come of it yet. Neither have confessed their feelings to the other so the other three have to put up with the back and forth between the two.

"You're crazy if you think Valerie of all people will fall for your little act." Harry's tone is harmless, knowing Bobby doesn't mind a little teasing.

Bobby scoffs, "Whatever, man." Earning a laugh from Doug who proceeds to play wrestle with him over the back of the couch.

That's more or less Harry's cue to leave, not wanting to hurt himself before the dance tonight. (He won't admit it, but he does care how he looks at these events, pretty girls have that effect on him.)

9pm. The winter formal is in full swing, Valerie running her tiny self around the gym making sure everyone's having a good time and no one spikes the punch bowl, Doug devouring the snacks table and Bobby and Harry hanging next to the bleachers mostly keeping to themselves with the odd teacher attempting at small talk every 20 minutes.

The only person who's location is unknown, is Tilly's. Harry had briefly seen her chatting to some girls from the drama club when he arrived over an hour ago but hasn't seen her since. Plus, the gym is pretty huge and he's pretty sure the entire school is at this dance so he's surprised he hasn't even lost Bobby yet. (Doug never strays more than 20 feet from the refreshments table at school dances so no one really worries about him wandering off.)

"You've done a really great job with this whole thing, Val." Bobby says bashfully as Valerie approaches them with a slight look of exhaustion on her face. "And you look amazing." He adds for good measure, earning a slap on the back from Harry.

Valerie smiles warmly, "Thanks, Bobby." Pulling him in for a hug, Harry's sure he heard Bobby's heart stop beating for a few seconds, this being the most affection she has ever shown to her not-so-secret admirer in the few years they've been friends.

It makes Harry happy, seeing his best friend get a little something from his crush even if it was as tiny as something like a hug.

When a slow and melodious song starts playing through the speakers, Valerie gasps, pulling Bobby's hand into her own, "Dance with me?"

Once again, Harry swears he hears Bobby's heart convulse but before the two can get away from him and onto the dance floor he stops Valerie.

"Have you seen Tilly?" He tries not to give off a worried tone, but Tilly is his friend and he can't help but be a little worried that he hasn't spoken to her at all this evening. And it's her birthday after all so he wants to know she's having a good time.

"No, last I saw she was talking to Ms. Davis. But if you see her tell her I'm looking for her!" And with that she whisks Bobby away and into the crowd of teenagers who even during a slow song, try to grind up on each other.

Harry spots Ms. Davis by the entrance to the gym, "Oh, young Harry Styles how are finding this years winter formal? The committee did a wonderful job don't you think?" The teacher in her mid-60's speaks in a way that Harry can only describe as old-lady-like.

"Yeah it's pretty cool," his answer is somewhat sincere, "Have you seen Tilly around?"

Ms. Davis ponders for a moment, "Oh yes, I did see her leave a few minutes ago and she looked a little upset." Harry won't admit it out loud but he does feel a sense of despair hearing those words.

"Thanks Ms. Davis." A curt nod and tight lipped smile is all Harry gives before making his way out of the gym, down the halls of the school and out through the front doors.

He doesn't immediately see Tilly so he decides to basically walk the perimeter of the school building, hoping to find a not-so-sad birthday girl. It takes him a few minutes but eventually he spots her sitting on the third step of the bleachers by the football field. Truthfully, he hears her sniffles before he sees her but the pair of silver heeled shoes confirms who it is. (Harry does listen, okay, even when the girls are talking about things he doesn't care for like earrings and what lipstick looks best with different dresses.)

"Hey." He makes sure to say in the most normal voice he can do, sitting a foot away from her on the cold of the metal seats so to not overwhelm her. "Want to tell me what's wrong?"

Tilly clears her throat, swiping her fingers under her eyes to collect the wetness her tears had left. Shaking her head while letting out a breathy laugh she says, "Why do you care?" She doesn't mean to sound as harsh as she does, but there's she's feeling much too hurt to think properly.

"Don't be silly, you know I care about you." Ensuring his tone is smooth, Harry places a caring hand on her shoulder, feeling her cool skin under his palm, the thin strapped light blue dress not doing much to conceal her from the chilly breeze. "If you don't want to talk about it, at least let me drive you home." He reasons.

"I don't want to go home. My parents will ask me too many questions and I'll have to tell them why this is the worst birthday I've ever had." Standing rather abruptly, Tilly's heels click against the metal steps of the bleachers as she scrambles down to the path.

A part of Harry thinks he should let her be, I mean clearly she doesn't want to talk about it, at least not with him, so maybe she'd rather talk to Valerie? But the other part, a bigger part, knows he shouldn't leave her alone when she's this upset.

"Tilly, wait." His command falls on deaf ears as he rushes down the steps, "Matilda." Resulting to using her full name, she stops in her tracks and turns to face him with fresh tears brimming at the corners of her eyes.

"You know I don't like being called that." Her voice is fragile and all Harry wants to do is curl her up into a hug, but he lets that stay in his imagination.

"I'm sorry." He's sincere, "Look, let's go on a drive, okay?" Tilly ponders the offer, adjusting her clutch purse so it rests under her arm rather than in a tight grasp.

"Can we go past the drive-thru?" Her puppy dog like eyes take no longer than three seconds to convince Harry and he mutters an "Of course." Before leading the way from the field to his car.

It's only 20 minutes later, after going through the drive-thru and grabbing two sodas and some fries to share, Harry decides to drive up to the lookout knowing it should be quite since every teenager in town was at the winter formal.

Tilly is very quite as Harry drives up the dirt road leading to the spot that looks over the entire town, keeping her stare out the window. "I'm sorry for being mean." Her apology earns a shake of the head from Harry.

"Nothing to be sorry for."

Pulling up to the lookout, Harry turns off the car and gets out with Tilly following suit. They hop up onto the hood of the car, facing out to see the view of their town lit up in warm yellow lights. You could even make out the lights of the town christmas tree if you look hard enough.

"He wanted to sleep with me." Tilly looks down, fiddling with her own hands in her lap, "That was his goal." She feels pathetic, letting more tears drop onto the fabric of her dress as she finally reveals the truth to Harry.

Harry doesn't need to ask who she's talking about to know it's Dean. His jaw clenches when he hears her say it, a mix of anger and hopelessness filling his body. Anger at Dean, the douchebag prick, who just had to go and hurt an innocent girl on her birthday and hopelessness for Tilly, wishing there was someway she didn't have to feel this shitty and could actually enjoy a day that is supposed to be all about her.

"I'm sorry, Till." Harry sighs, looking over at the sweet girl sitting next to him. "You didn't deserve that."

Another humourless laugh leaves her mouth, her eyes sparkling with the reflection of the lights of the town in front of them. "All I wanted was to dance on my birthday. I was so excited when I heard that Dean of all people wanted to dance with me, how stupid is that?" She finally looks at Harry, holding his gaze for a moment, "Turns out he really is just a jock who wants to get more girls than his friends." Sniffling a little, she turns her head back to the view.

Harry sits next to her, not having a clue of what to say, so he slides off the hood of his car, putting a cassette into the player in his car and turning the volume up so it's loud enough to hear from the outside but soft enough to not be annoying.

A little confused, Tilly watches as Harry fumbles around in his car until he comes to stand directly in front of her and holds his hand out to her. "What are you doing?" She giggles.

"May I have this dance?"

Harry swears he sees her eyes light up, a smile working its way to both of their faces as she places her hand into his much larger one. He helps her slide off the hood without wrecking her dress, steadying her once she's standing in front of him with his hands gently on her waist and hers coming down to rest on his shoulders close enough to his curls that she could twirl them around her fingertips if she wanted to.

The two of them sway quietly back and forth, the only sound being the low hum of the music and Tilly giggling every few minutes. They stay like that for a little while, Tilly's arms eventually moving from Harry's shoulders to wrap around his middle and her head coming to rest on his chest, just under his chin.

Harry's not sure what to make of the situation. His heart is beating dangerously loud in his chest that he's sure Tilly can hear it through his shirt. Does he like Tilly as in like-like? Or is it just the circumstances that has him feeling mushy over his friend who he's holding so tenderly? As cliche as it sounds, Harry wishes this moment would last forever, the feeling of her a welcomed weight in his arms.

Tilly feels... content. She can hear the steady beat of Harry's heart in his chest that makes her feel at peace. Picking her head up from his chest, she looks up into his deep green eyes, wishing she could put her feeling into words for him to hear. She wants him to know she has feelings for him but the fear of rejection eats at her. At this point, her heartache from Dean is no more, the feeling of safety overcoming all else.

"I'm sorry you didn't get to have a birthday like you planned." Harry says, a pout faint on his lips, eyes still locked into Tilly's.

Shaking her head lightly she says honestly, "I'm glad it's ending like this." Harry chuckles like he doesn't believe her so she adds, "Seriously, Harry. Thank you for giving me my birthday dance." Their gently swaying slows right down until they're just standing there, holding each other in between Harry's car and the fence that prevents them from falling off the cliff they're parked on.

Tilly doesn't know how or what makes her finally do it, but as quickly as she raises up on her tip toes to softy peck Harry's pink lips, she's back on her heels. Looking up to gauge his reaction she's met with his eyes staring more intently at her than they ever have before. She's just about convinced herself that she's made a mistake when she feels his hands move from where they were resting on her sides to cup her face, fingers curled in the hair behind her ears and thumbs stroking the tops of her cheekbones.

Leaning down, Harry delicately slots his lips with Tilly's, bottom lip pressing gently between hers as she puckers to reciprocate the feeling. The corny feeling of butterflies creeping its way to both of their stomachs, heat rising to their cheeks as they move in unison, mouths disconnecting only to connect at a different angle as they figure each other out. Harry's lips are much softer than Tilly had ever imagined, hers the tiniest bit sticky with the lip gloss that had managed to stay on throughout the night's dramas.

Pulling away, the two teenagers can't help but let bashful grins form on their faces, chuckling at what they had just done. "Now I'd argue this was a pretty perfect birthday after all." Tilly giggles and Harry decides then and there that it's his favourite sound.

"Happy birthday." He presses a warm kiss to her cheek, moving his arms to wind back around her waist and laying his head into the crook of her neck, effectively embracing her in the most tender hug he thinks he's every given anyone (except his mom of course). Rising back up on her toes slightly, Tilly wraps her arms around Harry's neck, pressing her body further into his and returning the embrace.

A sudden realization dawns on her, "What time is it?" Brows furrowed, she pulls away from Harry to only then realize she isn't wearing a watch.

"Uhhh," Checking his watch, Harry struggles to read it and angles it better against the faint light of the street lamp near them before saying, "Eleven-thirty-three, I think."

Eyes wide, Tilly takes a deep breath in, "My curfew is 12, if I'm not home by then my parents will flip." Her hands absentmindedly move to fiddle with the rings on Harry's watch-free hand. He's a little amused if he's honest, seeing her fidgety over possibly missing curfew. But he'd never purposefully get her in trouble, knowing she's a little bit of a goody-two-shoes and would be super mad if she got grounded. (Which also meant Harry wouldn't be able to see her outside of school but he'll keep that to himself.)

"Relax, it's only 15 minutes drive from here, let's go." He pulls her by hand to the passenger side of the car and like a true gentleman, opens the door and makes sure her legs are tucked in before shutting it.

True to his word, 15 minutes later Harry pulls up to Tilly's kerb, shifting the car into park with 5 minutes to spare according to the clock on the dash.

"Thank you, Harry." She turns sideways in the seat to face him and that's when Harry can see the day catching up to her, her eyes heavy with sleep yet still glimmering. He chuckles, "You've already said that."

Pushing against the centre console, Tilly reaches across to press a final kiss to Harry's cheek, unintentionally right next to the corner of his mouth making him smile in admiration. "Goodnight, Harry." Her voice is soft.

"Goodnight, Tilly."

Harry watches as she walks up the stone path to her front door and after ensuring she's safely inside, shifts the car into drive and heads home, no doubt to stay up thinking about how crazy she makes him. In a good way, of course.

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nottooldforthisship · 6 years

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- come away with me , by @suspendrs: Or, Louis has to pick up the pieces of his and his daughter’s life after his wife dies, and Harry is a beautiful stranger that just wants to help. (80k, NR)

- Whether Clouds or Clear Skies , by @onewasturning : “You, young Harold, are a baker among curry houses and vintage clothing stores,” Louis says, and it forces a bark of surprised laughter out of Harry. “I’m a— sorry, what?” “Harry,” Louis says, “last night I had an experience bordering on profound.” “You’re making it sound like you did something sexual with my muffin,” Harry says. Or, Louis gets into the habit of stealing baked goods while Harry’s busy keeping tabs on the weather. (25k, E)

- Every Story Ever Told , by @all-these-larrythings : Becoming a best-selling author isn’t as difficult as Louis would have guessed. It seems all you need these days is the perfect blend of alcohol induced philosophy, complete disregard for one’s dignity, a live blog about how fucked love is, and a bored publisher interested enough to offer him a deal. (54k, NR)

- Skin New, Hands True, My Hands All Over You , by PearlyDewdrops : Harry designs wedding cakes, so of course meeting blissfully happy couples every day is part of his job description. Unfortunately, it’s caused Harry to perpetually hope each new day is the one he’ll find love, too. That is, until Harry realises everything he’s ever wanted is right under his nose in the shape of his best friend, Louis. But predictably, Harry only comes to this epiphany when Louis starts seeing someone else. And this is not a John Hughes movie as far as Harry is aware. Everyone else is pretty sure, though. Featuring a heavy dose of pining, copious amounts of alcohol, drunk dialing that results in a situation reminiscent of Rachel Green’s, a ginger cat that likes to interrupt intimate moments, and a Halloween party that changes everything. (44k, E)

* RESTAURANT OWNER fics*

- all the lights are full of colour, by @infinitelymint : So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and… separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan. Or, Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle. (26k, E)

- You'll Hear Me Calling for You , by pinky_heaven19 : OR the one where Harry is an Alpha and Louis has a problem with it - until he doesn't. (42k, E)

- Let's Go Get Away , by @letsjustsee : Or, a fluffy AU in which Louis owns a restaurant that's next door to Harry's shop, and Louis is completely unaware how smitten he really is. (7k, NR)

* FOOD BLOGGING fics*

- 'Til I Tasted You , by @icanhazzalou : Louis is Harry Styles' biggest fan. It doesn't matter that Harry is famous for being a food blogger and Louis can't cook to save his life.At least, until Harry offers to give Louis a cooking lesson. Then it matters just a teensy bit. (14k, E)

#mine #fic rec #my fic rec #I probably missed a lot of them #in the chef part #anyway #here you go anon :)

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date time || klaine

where: lucky cafe in NYC who: kurt hummel & blaine anderson what: klaine finally have their date warnings: mentions of death

Blaine: Blaine smoothed his fingers over his jeans as he sat outside the coffee shop and waited for Kurt. The last few days things had been super crazy between making all the arrangements and settling the kids back in at the house. He had really wanted to take Kurt to dinner but with all the shift in his personal life he had decided afternoon coffee would be better before he needed to get home and be with the kids. He was still struggling with grief as well as anger and exhaustion at the overall situation. He was looking forward to spending the next hour or so with Kurt though, and getting to know the other even better.

Kurt: Kurt was excited. Yeah, he had been on a few dates here and there with guys over the years since Adam, but he had never really been excited. He connected with Blaine as they had the a lot of the same interests. Blaine was also very good looking too. As he got closer to the coffee shop, Kurt became even more nervous, and he breathed slowly to help relax himself. Kurt smiled as he saw Blaine waiting outside, dreamy as ever. "Hey, Blaine!" he greeted, pulling the other man into a friendly hug. "You look amazing. I love your outfit" He said with a bright smile.

Blaine: Blaine smiled as he saw Kurt approach. The other was very attractive, and their common interests as well as looks drew Blaine to Kurt. He hadn’t dated much at all, not really finding Someone he could relate to well until now. He stepped back from the hug, “you look amazing as well.”

Kurt: Kurt smiled. "Should we head in?" he asked with a smile, as he lead the other to the inside of the cafe. "I love this cafe. It has really good scones," he commented as he looked up the menu. Once they were at the register, Kurt placed his coffee order as well as a blueberry scone and turned to Blaine, "You should get a scone or a cupcake. You deserve it,"

Blaine: Blaine nodded and listened as Kurt talked. It was one of his favorite cafes too. “They have really good chocolate chip ones, and I have to hold myself from coming here at least once a week while at work.” He ordered a scone as well as his coffee and paid for both of their orders, “I do?”

Kurt: "I go here on my way to the dry cleaners," he said. "Hey, I was going to pay!" He said. "But thanks. I'll pay next time," He said with a wink as he took their number card and lead them to a table. "Yeah, with what you've been going through lately,"

Blaine: “Cool,” Blaine smiled, “I got it I asked you.” He smiled back as the other took the card and followed as he went to the table. He sighed, “it’s a lot and I’m just trying to stay strong for the kids. Jax just wants to cuddle. He knows something is up you can just tell.”

Kurt: "Yeah, but next time I want to pay," he said with a smile. "Well, I think you're doing a great job," He said. "You seem like a great person to care for them, and you are giving them all the love that you can" He squeezed Blaine's hand.

Blaine: “Yes sir,” Blaine teased as he sat down. “I’m trying, and this custody arrangement with Sam is going to drive me nuts. He has no concept of raising children. He wants to have a party when we move into the house. It’s stupid.” He squeezed Kurt’s hand back, “sorry I should stop venting.”

Kurt: Kurt nodded as he listened to Blaine. “Maybe you two should take a parenting class together,” he said. “They offer them at the community center. My co-worker and his husband took them when their surrogate was pregnant,” he suggested. “No, it’s fine to vent. It’s healthy. Is he good with the kids at least?”

Blaine: Blaine shrugged, “we really just don’t get along. I feel like he needs to face the reality of what is happening this isn’t just moving into a bigger place because he wants too.” He looked at the other a moment, “I just don’t understand why Coop and Harmony chose us to do this together. He’s good with the kids.”

Kurt: "They probably chose you since you're the people they want to raise their kids. You obviously are both involved with the kids, and both care about them a lot, and I'm sure you would rather care for them than have them in foster care with random people you don't know." He said. He thanked the person that brought over their food. "I don't know kids. I'm an only child, and I'm not close with my cousins. I don't know how you do it. The last time I babysat..was my ex's nieces. He was there, but it was exhausting." He chuckled.

Blaine: “They chose 2 guys who had one bad date years ago to parent their children. We aren’t social unless we’re around family, yes we’re the kids godparents, but they want us moving in together with the kids to their place. It’s just odd.” He chuckled, “that sums up life right now. Exhausting.”

Kurt: "Seriously?" He asked. "Well, it is better than having to move to a tiny apartment with two little kids," Kurt said before he took a sip of his drink. "I think it's good for the kids to remain in their house. They still have their parent's things to look at and such," he smiled softly and squeezed Blaine's hand.

Blaine: “Seriously,” Blaine said as he looked st the table, “yes and the house is nice it’s a brownstone with underground parking and plenty of space, Cooper and Harmony did very well for themselves. The mortgage and utilities are being paid by the estate. It’s a lot more stable for the kids. I just I wish it was me with someone I loved raising kids. If that makes sense.”

Kurt: "That sounds amazing. If you need any decorating help for you room, let me know." He said . "I love interior design, it's one of my many passions," Kurt took a sip of his drink and then bit into the scone. "I get that. It's easier, since you agree on most things and won't butt heads as much. You'll find someone someday,"

Blaine: “I’ll let you help if I think it needs a facelift,” he smiled. “I throw colors on a wall and coordinate my outfits, but as far as interiors I’m not as into it.” He took a sip of his drink that had been placed in front of him, “Maybe I have?” He winked.

Kurt: “I watch HGTV, so I have so many ideas. The lease on my apartment says I can’t paint the walls, so they are definitely lacking color. Kurt giggled. “You are charming, Anderson,”

Blaine: “Stick on contact paper. I used that for backsplash at an apartment I had in college,” he said, “it doesn’t work for the walls but it will work for a little color.” He smiled as Kurt giggled.

Kurt: “I’ll see if that’s against my lease.” He said as he nodded his head. “So, besides the kids, work, what do you do for fun?” He sat up straighter in his seat.

Blaine: “I love a good movie, Netflix binge, or broadway show,” he took a bite of his scone as he sat up a bit as well. “I also don’t mind a good sporting event or shopping trip.”

Kurt: “What’s currently your favorite Broadway show?” He asked. “Sports? Nice to break the stereotype” Kurt said with a smile. “I’m not into sports, but I’m into cars. My dad is a mechanic”

Blaine: “I built a car one summer with my dad and brother. It was really fun, and I would have to say that probably my current favorite is kinky boots.”

Kurt: “What kind of car was it?” He asked. “I’m a fan of old style cars.”He said before wiping the crumbs from his lap. “You have good taste!”

Blaine: Blaine finished another bite of his food as he looked around thoughtfully. That had been a really good summer with his dad and Cooper. He wasn't quite sure why right now was when things were starting to sink in that he was gone. He swallowed. "A Ford Mustang. My dad wanted to restore a Shelby. It was right before Cooper left to move down to the city for school," his voice cracked a bit.

Kurt: "That sounds fun." He said as he nodded his head. "We don't have to talk about your brother if you don't want to. We can move on to another topic..like crazy exes?? Or is that not a first date convo?

Blaine: Blaine shook his head, “it’s okay. I’d rather remember the good than the bad. I just really haven’t had time to think about the bad though and all of a sudden it’s finally feeling so final.” He took a sip of his drink again, “crazy exes sound like a good conversation.”

Kurt: Kurt nodded. “That happens,” he said before he took another sip of his drink. Kurt chuckled. “You go first,”

Blaine: Blaine nodded and thought a moment, “I did date a guy right after college. His name was Nate he had an amazing sense of humor. I wouldn’t say he was crazy per say because I do look back on that and think fondly, but he did have interesting laundry habits. He tied socks in knots before drying and such.”

Kurt: “That’s weird,” Kurt said with a laugh. “I dated a British guy, so we had a lot of debates over words and such. Like him calling football “soccer” or calling a sweater a “jumper”” he said. “The soccer thing drove my dad crazy”

Blaine: “I’m glad I’m not the only one that finds it odd,” he chuckled. “We’re things really serious with him? Nate and I had briefly talked about the future but that’s when things kinda took a downhill spiral.”

Kurt: “We were, but he moved back home once his visa expired. I’ve been on dates, had a boyfriend but nothing really lasted longer than a month” He explained. “The dating scene is harder as you get older,”

Blaine :“I’m sorry to hear that, and I can attest to dating being harder as you get older. Sam and I were set up a little while after Nate and I split. It didn’t go well, and sense then I haven’t had much interest in really worrying about it.”

Kurt: "What was that like?" He asked with a half laugh. "Married people love setting up their single friends. My friend Rachel is getting married soon and loves going on tinder for me"

Blaine: Blaine laughed, "Tinder is not my scene, and I would rather they hadn't to be honest. Sam is just Sam."

Kurt: Kurt chuckled and nodded. "It can be pretty scary" He said. He finished his drink and scone. "Uhm, want to go for a walk?" He asked

Blaine: Blaine nodded as he finished his drink, “a walk sounds nice.” He looked at Kurt with a soft smile, “how long have you lived in the city?”

Kurt: Since I was 18," He said with a chuckle. "I went here for school and never looked back," He said. "How long have you lived here?" He asked, offering his arm for Blaine to take as they left the cafe.

Blaine: Blaine slid his hand into Kurt’s linking their fingers together. “I grew up upstate in Albany so we came into the city and quite often on Saturdays. It was a 2 hour train ride. I moved here in college and my parents moved down when Cooper and Harmony announced they were expecting Harper. They wanted something closer to be able to help them out. We have family property on the lake in Saratoga Springs as well.”

Kurt: Kurt smiled as their hands slid together. It felt nice to hold someone else's hand. "Oh, wow. I would have loved that," He said. "My dad still lives back at home. He owns a mechanic shop that's been still running since I was born,' He explained. "I'm an only child, so I try to visit my dad a lot. "

Blaine: “I did that’s why I ended up at NYU. I didn’t want to leave the city I wanted to be here all the time.” He smiled, “how often do you go see him? Does he close the shop at all and come visit here?”

Kurt: "I totally feel that," He said nodding his head. "At least once a month," He smiled. "I call him weekly to make sure he's eating healthy and such,"

Blaine: “That’s awesome. I’m pretty close with my parents, mom more than dad, but I was closest with my brother. He supported me through my coming out and talked dad down a few times.”

Kurt: “That’s good,” he said with a smile. “This is my stop,” He said with a sigh. “I had a great time, we should do this again,” he said moving closer to Blaine. “I really like you,”

Blaine: “I like you too. Same time tomorrow? I’ll bring Jax and we can take him to the park while Harper has a play date.”

Kurt: "I don't really know what to do with kids," Kurt admitted. "I do want some, but not until I'm married." He said. "Isn't it too soon for me to meet your kids?" He teased

Blaine: Blaine nodded, “I’m learning more as I go. I’m their uncle not their dad, so it’s a learning curve, and I didn’t see myself having kids until marriage either to be honest.” He looked at him, “there a part of my daily life now, so no I don’t think it’s too soon.”

Kurt: Kurt nodded. "Well, I can meet him," He said. "But, what are we?" He asked. "I'm not exactly ready to define the relationship, or jump into one either. I'm crazy busy,"

Blaine: Blaine nodded as well, "you're my friend. It's too soon to define anything, and as far as crazy busy is concerned I know what that is like, but i'd like to see you again."

Kurt: "I can agree to that," he said, pressing a kiss to Blaine's cheek. "We'll talk soon , okay?" He said.

Blaine: Blaine leaned into the kiss to his cheek, "sounds good. See you later."

#para #c:blaine #glee rp

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thelarryficrecplace · 6 years

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Monday Fic Rec

Hello, it’s that time of the week:

Wonderwall by AFangirlFantasy:

Summary: Taking the sheet cluttered with times available for the next few weeks, Louis notices a pattern in the list. The name of the person Perrie had just mentioned: Harry Styles. It’s written at least seven times, and three of which are during timeframes Louis wants.

“Who the fuck is Harry Styles?”

“You’re about to find out,” she answers, pointing over Louis’ shoulder.

Or a Love/Hate College AU where Louis Tomlinson is the lead singer of The Rogue - the most popular band on campus - and Harry Styles is the talented Freshman unknowingly challenging all that.

Word count: 43,334

things unspoken by stylinsoncity:

Summary: he wants to say it. he’s waited his whole life to say it. but how do you tell your childhood best friend you want them?

Word count: 6,679

It Takes a Fool to Remain Sane by AgnesTomlinson:

Summary: The one where Louis is struggling with his body image and Harry has no idea.

Word count: 34,415

Lonesome When You Go by 13ways:

Summary: Harry, Louis, Niall, and Liam are surgeons-in-training at the most prestigious program in the United States.

More than that, Harry and Louis have a history unknown to the others, a history that involves dogs and God, anatomy lessons, food fights, vinyl jazz records, and one hell of an oyster tour.

A story of trust and friendship, of poetry and rock and roll, pink-tinged dawns and the darkest nights.

A tale of portraits, tattoos, and everlasting love.

Word count: 158,013

Galileo by 13ways:

Summary: “Dangerous? Not haute?” Harry mused coquettishly. “Why not haute?”

“‘Course you're haute, babe,” Louis smiled. He reached out to fix a stray curl that had dropped down onto Harry’s forehead. Harry stared at him with a dimpled smile, and Louis reared his head back to laugh. Harry craned his head back in parallel with Louis’s, watching him. He couldn't peel his eyes away. Louis Tomlinson laughing was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“You're a whole other level of charming, you know that?” Louis said. Harry leaned forward to kiss Louis. They both closed their eyes, savoring the moment. It was a kiss that should have happened ages ago.

Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren't supposed to be friends.

But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles.

Word count: 62,893

Staring Across the Room by allwaswell16:

Summary: Harry Styles has a great life. He’s a children’s librarian at the New York Public Library, he’s got wonderful friends, and he loves cooking, green tea, yoga, and his collection of bow ties. He doesn’t mind that his life seems a little structured, maybe even a little boring. But when Louis Tomlinson joins the library staff as the new Installation Coordinator, things become a lot less predictable. Louis gets under his skin right from the start, bossing Harry around, making noise during story time, and eating the last cupcake in the staff lounge. Louis may be almost offensively attractive, but Harry will not be succumbing to Louis Tomlinson’s charms, even if the rest of the library staff have.

Word count: 26,783

The Waiting is the Hardest Part by Anonymous:

Summary: Harry is stressed waiting for his final semester grades to come in. Louis has a plan to help him relax.

Word count: 4,611

#larry #larry fics #larry fic #larry fic rec #larry fic recs #fics #fic #fic rec #fic recs #larry stylinson #larry stylinson fics #monday fic recs #monday larry fic recs #monday fic rec

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sunbeamiing · 6 years

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layla’s rp plotting cheat-sheet

want new-and-exciting plots for your character? long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? fear not! fill out this form and give your rp partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. template here.

mun name: becca ooc contact: disc, tumblr im (but i’m real bad at replying)

who the heck is my muse anyway: layla kim! a previous winner of the great british bake off, she now owns a cupcake shop and has out a recipe book. she’s had a youtube channel for years (her videos range from baking to helpful ideas for people with chronic illness to talking about racism to knitting to just chatting), and is very active on other forms of social media. she is disabled and chronically ill, and she’s also a technopath, which led to her being taken by an organisation that is anti-superpowers, tested on, and then released (this organisation is run by her father; she has no idea about that yet). she’s a single mum to emilie, 6, and is actual human sunshine.

points of interest: uh she’s kind of famous, particularly in the uk and on the internet. everyone watches bake off. you’ll have seen her on there. she’s resolutely not a superhero but she does lend herself well to those sorts of people and can definitely provide support. she loves everyone and is super soft? i don’t know what to write for this part, honestly.

what they’ve been up to recently: recovering from being kidnapped, mostly. she hasn’t told a lot of people, because it’s very tied up with her powers, which she also hasn’t told a lot of people about. she’s spent a lot of time reaching into the deepest corners of the internet for information on the organisation and is struggling, so she needs help. also she released a recipe book for christmas.

where to find them: she’s based in north london, so primarily the uk, because travelling is hard for her, but she can get to the us.

current plans: finding out the organisation is run by her estranged father is the main thing. coping with everything by baking far too many cakes.

desired interactions: anything. i especially want people who can help with her investigations and who she can be open about her powers with, maybe people who try and drag her into the superhero/vigilante world a bit more? but also just friends, people she can love. i’m definitely interested in ships for her if they develop bc she has so much love to give, but just...anything.

offered interactions: who wouldn’t want actual human sunshine in their life?

current open post/s: i don’t really…do open posts.

anything else?: i’m seriously chronically ill and that can make me slow. i will reply to things, it just requires a little patience sometimes.

tagged by: i stole this from myself tagging: anyone who hasn’t done this yet

#ooc / sometimes just carrying on is a superhuman achievement.

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This is Love (LT) Ch 6

Word Count: 1,559

Someone lightly shook me awake.

"What?" I groaned.

There was a small laugh. "Can you help out a soul friend?"

I cracked my eyes open and eyed her suspiciously. "Depends... With what?"

"You and kumquat help me with the shop? I'm short handed. Me being stupid, I let two girls off thinking it was different Saturdays that they needed off."

"What will we be doing?" I asked.

"Just help serve and clean up if needed. Please?" She gave me big puppy dog eyes. I let out a little huff, "I suppose so."

She smiled. "Thanks. We gotta get going."

I settled on a white crew neck tee, dark denim overall shorts, a creme colored knitted cardigan, cupcake converse, and putting my curls up into a loose bun. I noted Katie was wearing overall shorts as well, but a lighter color and hers were distressed. Also, she was wearing a long sleeve black crop top, blue plaid shirt tied around her waist, and black knock off Doc Martens.

I tried not to snicker at the sight of them. Katie refused to get the real thing because they were so expensive, even though we both knew they'd be a worth while purchase. Her knock offs looked legit, so I had to give her props for that.

I hooked my arm with Katie's as we walked to the shop. Katie snapped her fingers and pointed at me. "Are you still gonna help me with tip-dying my hair?"

I pondered it, sticking my tongue out. "Only if I can get some free tea out of all this."

"Of course." She laughed. "You can have as much as you want. I just got your favorite in stock."

I did a little giddy dance. "I'm having some before I start."

The doorbell sounded above as we entered.

Katie gestured toward back behind the counter. "Go ahead and make some. We have fifteen minutes until opening." I noted Katie looking around, her eyebrows slowly furrowing.

"Where the Hell is Geneva? I know she's working."

I shrugged and as I was going to respond, the pixie cut, black-haired girl came rushing in. "Sorry, Katie. I missed the first metro, so I had to wait for the second. I am very, sincerely, sorry."

Her light British accent reminded me of Louis and my heart ached a little. It was still a couple more days till I saw him next.

Katie shook her head and pointed at her. "Cover up the belly. You know the rules."

Geneva rolled her eyes. But she took off the maroon plaid shirt she wore with the black short sleeve crop top, black faded skinnies, and black combats and tied it around her waist.

I decided to go behind the counter to start a kettle of water. Then I grabbed a mug and a bag of Earl Grey with lavender. It wasn't long until the whistle sounded and I turned off the stove, then poured water into the mug with the tea bag. A smile spread on my lips as I could smell the herbs and I took a sip as I watched Katie turn the 'Open and Close' sign.

I was able to leisurely finish my cup of tea before I really needed to help. Which, I ended up cashiering, then helping with the drinks and dispersing them among the people who stayed in. Most people did stay. It's one of the topics Katie's cafe was known for.

Time swiftly went by as I greeted familiar faces and those I didn't recognize. I was questioned about the pregnancy by a few, mostly teenage girls who follow the One Direction fandom, and I kindly told them it's going okay, but I would not tell them anything further. I wasn't sure how much Louis wanted the fandom to know and whatever Louis wanted was what I'd do.

When there was a break in crowds, I made another Earl Grey with lavender tea. Katie gave me an amused smirk as she came behind the counter. "How you doing?"

"Alright." I sighed lightly.

"Go sit down." She laughed. "I'll bring you a swiss and turkey on rye."

I raised a brow. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She pecked my cheek and pushed me out into the main floor. I found a seat by the fireplace, which Katie had going even though it's sixty degrees out. But, I was happy she had it going. I pawed my hands into the sleeves of my cardigan and wrapped my arms lightly around my ten week belly.

I found myself spacing off a bit and thinking about the near future. It was going to be amazing to have Louis home, and the rest of the other boys when they were around. Niall would probably be around most of the time, after he went to Bali and Thailand for a couple months. He wouldn't be back right away and I knew it hurt Katie, but she wouldn't talk about. I wish she would though.

Someone snapped fingers in front of my face and I jolted a bit. "Huh?"

"Here's your sandwich. And tea, you left it on the counter. I rewarmed it."

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't have much choice there."

Katie snickered and moved to stand up, but I grabbed her wrist. "I think you can sit down for a bit and rest. Geneva's covered the customers."

She looked around first before sitting down with a heavy sigh.

"I know what you were spacing off about and I know the real reason why you want me to sit with you." Katie crossed her arms, leaning back in the chair.

You'd think she's a mind reader. But ne, she's just a really good Maddy reader.

I looked down at the sandwich, making sure the tomato and lettuce slices were suffice, and picked up half a slice to take a bite of it.

"I don't know what you're talking about." It came out muffled, though I knew she could understand. Dang, this was a good sandwich. I opened the bag of regular kettle chips Katie gave me as well and munched on them.

When I was finished, Katie leaned in. "We're not talking about it." She grabbed my empty plate and bag and walked back to the counter. I huffed in defeat. We could talk about anything, but she wouldn't talk about the whole Niall situation. I had to just let her deal with her emotions the way she's going to.

***

As we neared the apartment, Katie slowed down. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt her tense. Suddenly, she yanked me into the alleyway.

"Ahh!" I cried, stumbling on my footing.

"Sorry," she replied sheepishly. "We're gonna have to take the second way in. I sense bad fans."

I didn't have the knack for the fan sense. Katie's was never wrong.

She made me go up the ladder first and up the the two flights of stairs. She knocked on the window. "Roger!... Roger!"

The scrawny brunette came to open the window and he smirked. "Again?"

"Yeah," Katie replied, climbing in first then helped me. "Thanks."

From there, we went up to the third floor where our apartment was. I huffed as I walked in and plopped down on the futon.

"I feel like there should be a way to prevent this."

Katie shrugged and shook her head. "Modest! would've done something by now if they actually cared. I can try tweeting again."

"No." I shrugged. We both knew it wouldn't do any good for her.

Katie popped the cap off a beer. "What should we do for supper?"

"Pizza?" I offered, figuring we both didn't want to cook.

"Pizza sounds amazing, my love."

My heart stopped as my eyes went wide. Slowly, I turned my head in the direction of the voice and I couldn't stop myself from gasping.

Louis chuckled as he walked over and engrossed me in a warm hug. He was here. What? When? Huh?

"Tour?" was all I could muster out at the moment.

"Ended it short. I've missed you too much." He stepped back and overlooked me. "And look at you! Little chicken nugget is really growing. I don't want to miss anymore."

I smiled, beaming, and hugged him once more.

"Pizza is ordered," Katie announced, sitting down on the futon.

I felt bad being with Louis when Niall wasn't here.

Louis turned to look at her and he smiled. "Hi, Katie-Kat. Niall wanted me to inform you that your flight for Bali leaves in a month."

I felt my heart stop for her in excitement.

Her eyes were wide. "What?"

Louis snickered. "You're going to Bali in a month. Niall wanted to surprise you with an early anniversary gift. But, for now, he's staying low for your's and his sakes."

Her smile faded, but she nodded. "Right... That's still kick ass. Maddy, you mind watching the shop then?"

I shrugged. "I'm sure I could. Just would have to get a sub for my classes. How long?"

Both of us looked at Louis for an answer and he huffed lightly with a roll of eye. "He said two weeks worth."

Whoa. Two weeks off from teaching? It wasn't very ideal this time of year, but Katie deserved this.

"Mads? Can you still do it?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Of course."

Next: Ch 7

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