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Homegrown, grass-fed, organic Coach Bittle headcanons

(This got really long and fluffy. Sorry.)

Coach looks like a scary dude, but he’s actually a big softie. He has a really intimidating resting bitch face, and a more intimidating murder face, but he would rather eat shit than say shit.

Coach is hella passive aggressive. If you mess with him he’ll be all like, “Wah, I was always taught to turn the other cheek. Hate the sin, love the sinner.” But then he’ll blind copy your boss and forward your emails if he feels like you’re being rude. Or he’ll hand out invitations to a cookout to everyone except you.

And it’s really interesting because Suzanne Bittle is the opposite. She is small and very sweet, but if you mess with her she ascends through passive aggressive and straight into aggressive-aggressive. Like, in high school Bitty had a lot of trouble with this one teacher. Not the subject material, but the teacher. Bitty would ask for help or clarification and the teacher would basically do the academic equivalent of “No, fuck off and die.” And then this teacher would “lose” Bitty’s assignments periodically, and he would grade Bitty’s tests way harder than anyone else’s.

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BTS & GOT7 Reaction: When their S/O giving birth and finding out that she’s having twins

OMG THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO BE DON A LONG TIME AGO!! I’m sooooo sorry this took so long! IDK why doing this reaction took forever, but I finally manage to do it! Thank you patient Nonnie! I’m sorry if this fully didn’t match your prompt. I was a bit clueless as to what dialogue they should have since I’m pretty sure that most of it would be S/O screaming her head off as a second baby was coming out of her.

Hi! Can I ask for a got7 & bts reaction being with their S/o during labor and meeting their first child although it happens to be twins and they didn’t expected that since doctors have missed it

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Prompt: Infinite realizes Sonic has a soft spot for Amy, and decided to erase all memories of her in every single dimension. Sonic starts realizing an important part of his life is missing, but everyone thinks he’s loosing it.

Based on this post:

Credit to @boomalmighty for thinking of a such cool prompt! And I already have permission.

“Amy, are you okay?” Sonic asked as he leaned next to the beaten up Amy Rose. “Amy, that was really dangerous, you could’ve gotten hurt!” he yelled, placing an arm under her legs and the other around her shoulder to hoist her up.

“I-I’m fine Sonic, it’s just a few bruises.” Amy grinned painfully.

“Just a few bruises?! Amy, you practically took all the hits!” he said. Amy had never seen such fear and concern on his eyes. “I know I’m also somewhat hurt from the last time, but don’t get injured just so I can heal as you would call it.”

Amy felt tears at the brim of her eyes, and looked away. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” she sniffled.

He sighed, and sat on the grass, petting her head and grinning his usual grin. “It’s okay Amy, just-” he paused. “Just don’t ever scare me like that, okay?”

Amy looked into his eyes, seeing true concern and care for her. Lately, Sonic had been more protective about Amy. They had been going on missions together, because they both matched pretty well during battle. Amy’s hammer and Sonic’s spin dash were a pretty deadly combo.

She suddenly smiled. “Promise.”

Sonic smirked, and then stood up. “Say Ames, want to meet the recruit?” he asked, handing a hand out for her to grab onto.

She gladly grabbed his hand, as it was one of her deepest wishes. “Yes! I’ve been dying to meet [her/him]!”

Sonic held out two arms, and Amy looked at them curiously. “What are you doing?”

Sonic looked away and scratched his nose. “W-well, you’re not going to walk there, are you?” Amy finally realized what he was doing, and yippie’d while jumping into his arms.

“Oh Sonic! You’re so romantic!”


From afar, a silhouette stood, smiling wickedly as a plan popped into their head. “This will turn out rather interesting.”

“Hi! I’m glad to meet ya, my name is Amy Rose, but just call me Amy. What’s your name?” she spoke proudly, she held a hand out for the recruit to hold, and [he/she] happily shook it.

“I’m [your name]! I’ve always admired you!” they spoke happily, while smiling sheepishly. Amy smiled back, holding their shoulder.

“I bet you will do amazi-” Amy’s communicator suddenly went off, she looked down at it and realized it was from Tails. “Hold on a sec.” she told the recruit and dashed to another room.

“Hi Tails! Wha-”

“Amy! Sonic went off to fight the enemy alone! He didn’t give us any warning, he just dashed out! Please help me find him!” Tails yelled. Amy’s heart started racing wildly.

Why would you do that Sonic?! Amy thought, as she grabbed an emergency backpack that had bottles of water, canned food, a camp, and everything else needed to survive out there.

“I-I’m on my way Tails! Where are you located?” she said, running out the door after explaining to the rest of the team what had happened. They had offered helping, but Amy said she’d be fine.

“There’s a tall building by Park Avenue, it had an orange-looking color and is perfectly fine on the bottom of the but completely ruined by the top, that’s where I last spotted him.” he said.

“Tails, you do realize we might not catch up to him.” Amy said, running as fast as she could. Luckily, Eggman’s robots weren’t at patrol during that time of the day.


Sonic came out of the bathroom as he had taken a long shower. He grabbed a towel that was neatly hung on the bathroom door and dried out his quills with it. Once he finished, he opened the door to find a crowd. The team was muttering and yelling stuff, and they all turned to Sonic when he walked in.

“Hey guys! What’s wron-” he paused when he noticed Amy wasn’t there. “Where’s Amy?”


“Quiet Tails.” Knuckles said angrily, folding both of his arms over his chest. “It was your fault Amy is gone.”

“W-what’s going on?” he asked worriedly.

“Tails sabotaged Amy into running with Infinite!” Knuckles yelled, as Tails shook with fear. “G-guys! I-I promise I didn’t do it!” Tails’ eyes watered. “I would never want Amy to be in danger!”

Sonic thought for a second. This wasn’t right, something was going on. “Don’t blame it on Tails without evidence you guys.” He dashed out the door and tried to look for anything that could help him.

He sprinted around the city until he came across Park Avenue. It seemed oddly calm, like if something was about or had already happened. His eyes widened when he found Amy’s communicator scattered across the ground, he picked it up and saw it was still (thankfully) functional, he tried to play the last thing she said.

“T-Tails! I’m on the building! I have no sight of Sonic though.” she said, she seemed to be out of breath because she took pauses while talking. How much had she run?

“I can’t see any trace of him! Are you sure yo-”

“Well well well, if it isn’t Amy Rose.” a dark voice said, Sonic frowned as he figured it was all his fault. He let down his guard, and now his friend has to suffer because of it. Not only a friend… it was Amy who was in danger.

“W-what? Who are you!?” Amy spoke with confidence.

“They call me many names, but my real name, is Infinite.”


“Yes, Amy. Now. Why don’t you come here to have a chat about a few things?” his voice seemed alluring, as if trying to seem innocent to convince her to go with him. Fortunately, Amy didn’t fall for those kind of tricks.

“N-no! I’m not falling for the likes of you!” she spat.

Suddenly, Sonic felt a huge pain on his head, he gripped it tight and squinted his eyes. “A-Ack!” he stood on his feet and kept loosing his balance, trying to see where he was heading. “W-wha-”

The last thing he heard was a familiar voice shouting for him, and fell cold to the ground.

I’ll do a second part to this! :)

A Light in Dark Places

Also available on AO3

Marinette grabbed both Adrien and Alya by the hands as the first fat drops of rain started to fall.  "Come on!“ she shouted, tugging them behind her.  "We’re going to need to run if we don’t want to get soaked.”  She glanced back to see that Alya latched on to Nino’s wrist, including him in the friendship train.  As one, they ran down the sidewalk toward the bakery.  Her luck held up, and the crosswalk lit up just as they approached.

Lightning arced across the sky in a bolt that brightened the gloom for just a moment. The raindrops were coming more rapidly now.  The sharp crack of close thunder made Marinette tighten her grip on her friends in surprise.  They reached the cover of the corner awning just as the clouds decided to let loose.  She beamed at her friends.  "Made it!“

Alya laughed, caught up by her best friend’s glee.  "Good thing you live so close.”

“Yeah,” Adrien agreed as he stepped aside to open the door without pushing any of them out into the downpour.  "Thanks for inviting us over.“  School had let out early due to the severe storm, and he hadn’t been able to reach his driver.  When Marinette heard he’d be alone anyway, she’d invited them all over.

"I love thunderstorms,” she admitted, leading them into the bakery. “Mama, baba, I’m home.”

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anonymous asked:

Killugon 17 for thé writing prompt?

(Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write you a drabble)

THIS IS SO RIDICULOUSLY LATE, I AM SO SORRY!!!!!! But here it is, I hope it will be worth the wait??? It’s an Assassin AU! <3 ENJOY PLS I LOVE YOU lol 

Gon loved the rain. Whether it was a sprinkle or shower, he loved it. When he was home, his aunt Mito would make him different kinds of soup, some home made desserts, drinks like hot cocoa and have them warm and ready for him. Because sometimes he couldn’t resist running into it, feeling the droplets splash his forehead and creep into the valleys of his face, over his cheeks and down to his chin, or on his forehead trickling over his scalp. It was better if there was thunder, so loud he could feel it in his chest.

“Gon, come inside!,” aunt Mito used to yell from their porch. She hadn’t done that in a few years though, because she knew calling Gon in from the storm was an effort in vain.

He would stay in the harsh winds and downpour for hours. Those were his favorite days, normal days. But, Gon hadn’t had one of this in a while. Not since…

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anonymous asked:

do you have any favourite blogs??? like any kind of blogs!! (just curious skmfmd)

This got outta hand so quickly. But here was my overall answer:

I follow a lot of seventeen blogs. Like a lot. But I also follow a lot of people who are generally nice and who have cute tags because they help brighten up my day. I like art blogs and those calming aesthetic blogs because they make my dash prettier. And I follow my in-real-life friends like @leechansthighs and @verifiedspheniscidae and @vernaans no matter their content (although their blogs are all still A+ content and I’d probably follow them regardless). And I like @myetie so much that I played Mystic Messenger just to better understand what was going on in her artwork because her art is cute and funny and I stumbled upon it accidentally so I had to catch up. 

But to get specific? Hmmm, well, in no particlar order…. 

Of course I have my mutuals like @miiinghao @kimbapkidding @thatgirlcatt13 @jeonwonxwoo and @kw0njisol who I probably forgot to reply to like 3 billion years ago in chat but are still amazing and I love with my soul but am too nervous to say anything to because I know the only reason we’ve stopped talking is because I’m disorganized af. 

And then, well, @fyhoshi probably dominates my dashboard with HD Hoshi pics (not that I mind, really). Seriously, if you’re a Hoshi stan, follow them (you likely already are). You won’t regret it. In a very similar way, if you’re a Woozi stan, then you’ve gotta follow @woozioppa for all her constant updates and flooding of your dashboard. Just from following her, Woozi jumped like 5 spots on my bias list because of all the Woozi content.

@pristeen-23 is honestly such a good friend (used to write on her blog but not anymore,,, GIRL I’M STILL MOURNING). She’s friends with so many people because she’s a beautiful human being and deserves to be loved and rolled into a warm blanket and fed good food bye. 

OKAY so who hasn’t heard of @woozifi? Honestly, whether it’s for Tessa’s art or Tessa’s writing (CHECK OUT HER AO3), she excels in whatever she does. Talk about multitalented. Her commissions are open here

I like art blogs a lot!!! @bodtster was probably the first fan art blog I ever followed and I am lowkey,,, in love,,, with Annie and her work (her personal @sailorpeach is hella aesthetic if you also wanna check that out.) Her commissions are open right here.

@94wnd Graphics man, graphics. She’s the pop of colour on my dash that always makes me stop and go “ooOoOhh” because her graphics are so vibrant and pleasing. And her writing is great too! Definition of that one mom friend who always makes you feel like honey, starlight, and warm hugs on a Thursday afternoon. She makes me feel good about my angst and I love reading her tags okay. 

I frickin love memes and shitposts, and I recently discovered @amemericans [I know, I know, y’all are all like “where have you been?” and ur rite where have I been?]. They’ve got the best memes in the business. We have recently formed the idol group Clickb8,,, and are accepting all applications – so rhymes, limericks, and haikus thx. 

@incorrect7teen always makes me laugh with her incorrect quotes and love for DK,,, She’s really sweet and interactive too. Her little window into her daily life and thoughts is really so entertaining, and one can’t help but want to be friends ^^

@doyomi has some great incorrect NCT quotes, so if any NCTzens are floating around. @gwikimchi is her main blog but she has like a million blogs that I apparently don’t follow even though I know them by heart??? FRICK I’M THE DAMN WORST. ( @lordyoungho for kpop horoscopes and @sebooty-lyfe for writing). 

Choco from @choco-seventeen is such a sweetheart and her writing is stunning. Legit, her writing will probably make you want to cry. Heck, I have cried while reading her writing. And I will continue to cry because she always gets better and better and is always looking to improve and wow everything she does motivates me. 

Did you know that if you looked up talent in the dictionary you’ll get @hansolmates? Legit when I saw her writing for the first time I blanched. I wish man, I wish. Her timing is terrific, her fluff makes me melt, and her angst makes me jealous. I wish I had an ounce of her skill. 

Another art blog I follow is @cutiepatoodieart, who never fails to impress. Joey’s style is absolutely breathtaking and I love her art so so much. As well, she always says what’s on her mind without holding back, which I think is admirable. Her commissions are also very open right here.

@hoshbrownie is precious. Absolutely precious. Eva will talk to you and make you feel like you matter. She will think about you and tag you in things and I’m actually teary-eyed because she’s so precious and every not-so-anonymous anon (hoshbrownie i see u) I get from her makes me so happy. 

@svt-husbands THE WELL OILED AND FAST WORKING MACHINE. You guys know who they are, of course you do. Great quality writing at insane speeds, these guys are everything I want to be bye. I remember first talking to one of the admins @squishteen , and I was like ??? How do such interesting people exist ??? She’s amazing and writes on her main as well, go follow her. I more recently started talking to @jeongguktm, and can confirm that yes she is as adorable and kind as one might expect her to be. ALSO JUST REALIZED THAT I RECENTLY MISSED HER BIRTHDAY and tf is wrong with me, this isn’t how you make friends. Happy belated birthday sweets <33

Jackie from @tookorean lowkey intimidates me because everything she does turns to gold. She’s hard working and loves Woozi and if that’s not enough reason to follow then I don’t know what is. Sometimes translates, sometimes does this. Another multitalented goddess on our hands, this is getting overwhelming. 

@vitaminniedk just read her tags and you’ll understand why I follow her. She also has probably the best theme around? Vivienne is as much of a sunshine as her bias, and you’ve probably seen her gifs floating around

Gen from @wonnhao is a gif goddess that you are probably all aware of and her interactions are really cute too so of course I’m following her. Aren’t you? 

@wasabi-duck who is on an indefinite hiatus but you should still see her writing anyway. She was the sole person who attracted me to the bullet-point style that’s getting more and more popular around here these days. My friends and I would like read her stories out loud at lunch over sandwiches and I feel nostalgic just writing this. She’s also very kind and I like the stuff she reblogs on her main @clockwork-lullaby.

@mounteenbase is back from the dead so check her out! Lots of fun lil blurbs and bullet-point fics. Fluff master and a lowkey meme master. Very cute and easy to talk to, fun and interesting as one can see from her main blog @mounteenbase-main

@saythename17scenarios is graceful. Perhaps that’s not the right word but heaven knows my vocabulary isn’t extensive enough to describe how I feel about Kimbap Mom. Her writing is distinctive and tactful, and she often finds the greatest of beauty in the simplest of concepts. One day she might write a full length multi-part fic and I will be here eagerly awaiting each update because I’m trash for her. 

@moodboards-and-profiles flowers and unicorns and everything pure. When we first talked she was legit one of the most encouraging people I’ve ever met, and I’m sure that remains the same despite our lack of communication! Actually has some really cute moodboards (that she should tag because she can gain some major attention winkwinknudgenudgeshoveshove). 

Oh and recently I started following @askjournalismsvt and this is probably my favourite SVT Tumblr AU ever. Sam and Kei perfectly portray Seventeen as members of the “Diamond City University journalism department” and answer questions with the cutest of doodles ack. They’re also hilarious and I want to be this funny. 

And whilst writing this, @puppetwritings popped into my head even though I just followed her like now. She was the first fanfic account that I got into way before I actually made an account and since I didn’t have an account I would just check her Tumblr constantly and put her in my bookmarks. I got busy after a while and then made my account after another while, but I can’t believe I forgot to follow such a phenomenal writer.

Anyway thanks for the question love! This was fun to write up and reflect on :)

Kuro x Mahiru One-shot

Prompt: You fell asleep in class how many objects can I balance on your head before you wake up”

Pairing: KuroMahiru (hint of Tetsono)

“-and that’s all for today, make sure to do your homework over the weekend everyone,” the teacher announced while packing away his items for the day.

The class let out a relieved sigh, excited for the weekend they had been waiting for. Friday was always the day everyone felt restless because it marked the end of the week and signified the two upcoming days of freedom.

Unless you had a lot of homework, then it was just another work day.

After placing the full stop down at the end of his notes, Mahiru Shirota began putting away his notebook in an orderly fashion as the class began to trek out.

“Mahiru~! You’re still coming to the burger joint tomorrow right?” His best friend, Sakuya, questioned him as he pulled Mahiru into a one-armed hug.

“Of course I did promise after all, though you’d better let me know in advance if the student council president decides to show up…again,” Mahiru replied, both Sakuya and his face screwing up at the mention of the melancholy black haired person.

“If he does, I’ll let you know,” Sakuya assured him before grinning, “but then again he’ll probably only show up if his brother is there.”

‘Great, Tsubaki is more likely to show up then,’ Mahiru thought to himself, making a note to bring extra money.

“Well I’m off anyway, I have some stuff to do for the council anyway, don’t too long here,” the green haired boy said before heading to the door, making sure to stick his tongue out at the purple haired student still in the classroom.

“Honestly Shirota, I still cannot see why you hang around him,” Misono Alicein, Mahiru’s other best friend, drawled. He came to a stop next to Mahiru, balancing his slightly heavy bag. Mahiru made a gesture to take the bag but Misono stepped away with a blush and pout.

“I can handle it.”

“Okay, alright. And Sakuya’s my friend just as much as you Misono, I still can’t see why you two can’t get along,” Mahiru chuckled at Misono’s scowl, finally gathering his items.

“He’s an annoyance,” the young Alicein said, leading the way out the class to the busy hallways. He slightly curled himself closer to Mahiru all the while keeping a confident aura around him.

“He’s just teasing you,” Mahiru replied, moving to the side to let the seniors through.

Misono muttered some unsavoury words while Mahiru just rolled his eyes.

“Ah, Big brother Mahiru and Shorty,” another voice spoke up, startling the second years. Turning around, Mahiru sent a smile at his junior, Tetsu Sendagaya, who towered over the majority of the people in the hallway.

Misono flushed in outrage, shaking a fist at the blonde. “I told you not to call me that Sendagaya!”

“I can’t help it, you told me not to call you by your name at school” was the blonde’s response.

Misono spluttered at that while Mahiru shook his head. It seemed even after two months of going out, Misono was still too shy to let the school know.

Tetsu himself didn’t seem to mind though by the fact he decided to come to the second year hallway meant he was probably hoping to hang around Misono.

“You guys should go ahead,” he told them, “I still have things I need to do before going home.”

Misono sent him a blank look, “you’re going to go see that stupid cat, right?”

Mahiru blushed in response but didn’t deny it.

“Shirota you could do so much better then hanging around that lazy senpai, all he’s good for is freeloading.”

“Kuro can do things; he just needs prompting….a lot.” Mahiru argued but at his friend’s disbelief look he just gave up.

“Well whatever, just don’t bother calling later!” Misono replied, his face heating up.

“I promise I will,” Mahiru called out, heading to the third year hallway while catching sight of Tetsu trying to calm a frantic Misono.

The third year hallway wasn’t as busy as the second year hallway had but then again the majority of students wouldn’t want to hang around seen as most of the third year students were weirdoes.

And that was putting it nicely.

Having learnt his lesson last time he walked down the hallway, Mahiru made sure to be discreet as possible less any of his senpais spot him and try to force him to partake in their activates.

Knowing that Tsubaki and his gang were in the student council meeting, he was spared from getting harassed by that lot but there was still the others to worry about.

Like Misono’s older brother, Mikuni, whom liked to drag Mahiru off to harass his friend JeJe while trying to discreetly (key word being trying) get info on Tetsu (whom both he and his father were against as they wanted to keep their little Misono to themselves).

Then there was Tsurugi Kamiya and his group whom Mahiru wouldn’t have had to deal with if he didn’t know Mikuni –again just knowing the guy has brought all sorts of trouble in Mahiru’s direction. The black haired senior kept trying to scam money out of Mahiru when he could get the chance.

However ever since Tsurugi met Kuro’s sister, he seemed to lay off….a little, if not much really.

Luckily neither of them seemed to be around and God forbid both of them be around at the same time….well it seemed luck was smiling down on him today.

Finally in front of Kuro’s classroom door, which happened to be shut, Mahiru took a moment to look around but nobody was around at this point.

As he reached out to open the door, he swore he heard something on the other side but dismissed it and entered the room.

Only to find himself caught up in a hug.

“Well well if it isn’t little Mahiru, wondering back down here once again~” the person currently hugging him, Hyde, snorted while pulling Mahiru closer to him.

“Hyde let go,” Mahiru struggled, trying to get away from his senpai’s grip.

Hyde pouted in response before smirking, turning in the direction of the back of the classroom. “You came just in time, I was about to draw on brother’s face.”

At the back of the classroom, fast asleep, was Kuro whom didn’t seem to be waking up anytime soon. On his desk were random assortments of items but the colourful markers stood out.

Mahiru groaned, giving up on getting out the blonde’s hold. “Seriously he fell asleep again? I thought Lily was supposed to make sure he didn’t!”

Hyde shrugged his shoulders, “it wasn’t like brother would wake up for anything anyway.”

About to try and get Hyde off him again, he felt the blonde’s grip suddenly disappear before he heard a loud crash. Turning to the source, he took note of Hyde lying against the wall near the teacher’s desk, slowly rubbing his head.

“Shitty rat! The hell you doing hanging around here?” Licht Todoroki demanded a scowl on his face as he stood where Hyde used to be.

“Ack Licht-tan is so mean! Did you come here to see me~?” Hyde whined before a teasing smirk curled onto his face.

“No,” Licht shot him down, “You’re supposed to be down at drama room.”

“Again, did you come to get me then?” Hyde asked while standing up.

“No,” again he was shot down, “as if I would come to get a stupid demon! Crantz made me come! So get your stupid ass down there!”

To affirm his words he proceeded to literally kick Hyde out the room.

Licht spared a glance at Mahiru, who simply sighed, before storming out after Hyde.

Alone in the room with Kuro, whom surprisingly slept through that, Mahiru shook his head before making his way to his blue haired friend.

He stared down at the slumbering senior and couldn’t help but smile. Kuro always seemed more relax when he was asleep while when he’s awake he’s more on guard.

It was sad to see him like that.

About to shake the boy awake, Mahiru’s eyes strayed over to the items on the desk and silly idea entered his head. It wasn’t something he would normally do but perhaps he had been hanging around Sakuya too much.

Reaching out and grasping the nearest item, which happened to be Kuro’s notebook (a quick skim showed lazy doodles), Mahiru slowly placed the item on top of Kuro’s head and held his breath.

The notebook stayed where it was and Kuro didn’t seem to be waking up from it.

Picking up the next item, which was a pencil case, he placed that on top of the notebook before adding the markers Hyde had been planning to use. He didn’t know how long he had been doing it but it go to the point where Kuro was balancing his notebook, his pencil case, markers, a stapler, a few rubbers and some sticky notes.

About to place a sharpener onto the pile, Mahiru jumped when he noticed a pair of sleepy red eyes gazing at him.

“K-Kuro! How long have you been awake?” Mahiru stuttered, quickly hiding the sharpener behind his back.

“Since you put the notebook on me,” Kuro yawned out, sitting up which caused the items to drop off him.

“That long,” gaped Mahiru, “why didn’t you say anything?!”

“You looked happy,” he mumbled in reply which caused Mahiru to blush. Seeing Mahiru trying to hide his blushing face, Kuro couldn’t help but let a small (barely there) smile curl onto his face.

He reached out and placed his hands on Mahiru’s cheeks, causing the brown haired boy to send a confused look at Kuro, before pulling him down.

The next thing Mahiru felt was Kuro’s lips against his, which shocked Mahiru as he was the one who usually initiated the kiss but not wanting to waste this opportunity he kissed back enthusiastically.

Pulling away after a few minutes, Mahiru was left panting while Kuro didn’t seem phased in the slightest.

“Jerk, you’re lucky I came to get you,” Mahiru whispered, his breath fanning Kuro.

Kuro simply yawned in response before pulling Mahiru back in for another kiss.

A/N: While I do like the Sloth Pair pairing, its actually hard for me to do unless its a multi chapter story (Kuro can be complex to get down after all lol)

I would like to thank those for following me! More one-shots on the way though I will say there will be some Servamp pairings you might not expect lol

Mystery at McDuck Manor Ch 1

This story is a huge change from my usual writing style. I thought I’d mix it up and have a little fun. 

Ch 1- The Scene of the Crime

Tonight I venture out of my home turf and into the unknown, trailing the path of crime wherever it may lead. I find myself standing in front of the imposing gates of McDuck Manor, an ominous creak sounding from the rusted bars. I was requested most highly by a certain…DWDbiggestfan1991 on an Internet forum to solve a matter of utmost pressing concern to his boss. 

The message is highly classified information, which I will not disclose to my narration lest the night wind carries it to eavesdropping ears. 

As I survey the grounds with a keen eye, I spy a dark figure sneaking out the front door with a square object tucked under his left arm. He rounds the corner and breaks into a run. 

I follow him to the back side of the property, where a tiny, damaged houseboat stays afloat in a pool. Judging from the blackened edges of several planks, it was safe to assume the engine had been hotwired. 

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Her First Apartment Ch7

It’s a shortie this time guys. I wrote it when my brain was about to meltdown from studying.

There’s a two week time gap from the last chapter and I promise you’ll figure out why.

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Turns out the wind bitch and the acid bastard were staying for a while. Inuyasha had been pestered by the former all week only to the amusement of the visiting daiyoukai. He had to hole up in his apartment or make a sprint for the truck and speed out of here. Those were the only options. Being tormented by a demoness was not one of them.

While he normally spent little time outside his dwelling this time of year, he was frustrated when he couldn’t go out and swing a sword at someone or at least something. His father hadn’t asked him to come in the office to help out, not that there was anything to do anyway. The only reason they were staying so long was to wait until the moonless night. For him. So that he won’t be affected by the youki that will coat the area for miles. So that he wouldn’t seek out a female to fuck into oblivion all night.

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(Translation) Honnou no Kajitsu vol. 3

本能の果実 Ver.3.0 幼馴染み双子と三角関係編 (R18! Proceed only if you’re above 18!)

CV. Fukushima Jun

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T/N: 3P FUKUJUNSSSS….. AAAAAAAAAA but there are some parts that are really strange (roleplaying involving the words papa & mama) so if you don’t like that stuff, stay away. I admit that I don’t like that part and I had a hard time typing/listening to that part, but that was one scene of roleplay and that’s it, so I just gotta survive and push through.

Other than that…. it’s probably an 7.5/10?? Smut-wise pretty hot though. I wish they had one more scene as their original self UNFF I LOVE THEIR ORIGINAL SELF SO MUCH

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6.17: This episode takes place primarily in Chester, Pennsylvania.

1. Have I mentioned how many awful things happen to our boys in Pennsylvania? Because it seems like a lot…

2. This town is called CHESTER. Not WINchester. But also not LOSEchester. Just more of the same Chester. I mean, like 5.16, this episode is a strange loop. This reality dissolved when Balthazar re-sank the Titanic and but the Cosmic Order to rights, but for ~reasons~ Sam and Dean were allowed to remember that world where Ellen and Jo were alive, where Bobby (and they) had a support system in their enlarged family. When they “wake up” and Cas tells them it had all been real, they don’t completely understand the point of it all…

3. Because they haven’t put it together with Death’s warning to Dean, that it was all about the souls…

(granted that warning had been so dang vague, and they don’t yet fully understand just how far Cas has already gone in his plans to defeat Raphael, or that he was working with Crowley all along, or that Crowley isn’t actually dead and the plans to crack Purgatory are still entirely in the works. Sorta puts them behind the eight ball again.)

The first clue we get that something’s ~off~ in this episode is Sam and Dean climb into a Mustang and drive off without blinking, followed by Ellen showing up, taking care of Bobby because they’re married. Incredible.

WTF is up with Dean’s terrible interrogation technique in this universe though?

RUSSO: Yeah. It’s a shame. But I’m not that close with my family, so, uh (sighs) is this gonna take long?
DEAN: No. Five minutes. Five minutes. Uh, can you – can you tell me anything, uh, noteworthy about the Russos?
RUSSO: Noteworthy? No. I mean, not exactly – average, you know, big, from Italy.
DEAN: I see. Uh, was anyone ever killed or maimed in a war or, you know, some other violent thing?
RUSSO: (scoffs) What do you mean?
DEAN: Like something so dark that it would sully future generations.
RUSSO: Uh… No.
DEAN: Good. Good stuff. Anyone own a slave?
RUSSO: What?
DEAN: Routine question. Any ties to the Nazi Party?
RUSSO: Excuse me?
DEAN: Did grandma ever piss off a gypsy?

Like, real smooth there, Deano.

They go into this case thinking it’s a “Family Curse,” But then unrelated people are turning up dead all over the country. These people aren’t all related, but they were all in the same boat. Literally. The Titanic.

SAM: Okay, I didn’t think that was possible. I thought you couldn’t change history.
BALTHAZAR: Oh, haven’t you noticed? There’s no more rules, boys.

but the small changes that resulted (and the 50,000 people alive who wouldn’t have existed at all) are really unsettling. Not only does Dean have no idea what an Impala is because apparently it never was made (and ACK can you even imagine a world where Baby wasn’t the thing that saved the universe? THE MOST IMPORTANT OBJECT IN THE UNIVERSE DOESN’T EXIST HERE?!), but Balthazar gives them a VERY GOOD REASON to not want to “re-sink” the boat:

DEAN: Apparently, a crapload of dominoes get tipped over if the Titanic goes down. And, uh, bottom line – Ellen and Jo die.

(oh, and an aside, we get a very interesting comment on why Cas is staying away from Dean, and sending Balthazar along to handle them on his behalf. It’s a seemingly jokey throw-away comment, but it really DOES explain why Cas has been avoiding them ALL SEASON LONG. Because like in s4 when Uriel told Dean that Cas was being kept away from Dean because “he likes you.” Well, Balthazar ups that ante to “in love with you.” And honestly what must Balthazar think about everything Cas has done for and with the Winchesters while supposedly being in charge of this war in Heaven? Even Rachel in 6.18 is ANGRY with Sam and Dean for distracting Cas from his mission in Heaven, but Balthazar just sort of rolls with it… because he gets it in a way Rachel didn’t… because Balthazar had abandoned heaven for humanity, too…)

CASTIEL If I know her – and I do – she won’t stop until you’re dead.
DEAN  Awesome. So what do we do?
CASTIEL Kill her.
SAM Kill fate?
CASTIEL Do you have another suggestion?

But why would Fate suddenly target Sam and Dean now, over that, unless Cas had put them directly in her sights by doing something like… unsinking the Titanic? 

(taking a short break to go spelunking for excellent posts about this episode that somehow didn’t end up TAGGED for this episode, because past me sucks::

and that’s just the entrance to the weird parallel universe rabbit hole…or maybe the tip of the iceberg, if you will. If you’ve got a lot of free time on your hands, have a nice time killing a day or two getting lost in the warren)

But these are all cosmic consequences. Change one thing, let someone live who was slated to die, and it has the power to eventually change the entire universe. And this parallel world has had a hundred years to change around these people who were supposed to have died on the Titanic, but who ended up surviving anyway.

Mary being back, in s12, and now Cas directly interfering with her dying again in 12.09, is a cosmic consequence event just like unsinking the Titanic. Only on a smaller and much more personal scale for the Winchesters. I’ll leave it to Atropos to explain:

ATROPOS You know what? I’ve kept my mouth shut. I could have complained, I could have raised a fuss, but I didn’t. But you know what the last straw is? Un-sinking the Titanic. You changed the future. You cannot change the past. That is going too far!
CASTIEL It’s Balthazar. He’s erratic—
ATROPOS Bull crap. This isn’t about some stupid movie. He’s under your orders. You sent him back to save that ship.
CASTIEL No, I didn’t. Why would I?
ATROPOS Oh, maybe because you’re in the middle of a war and you’re desperate?
ATROPOS Come on. This is about the souls.
CASTIEL You don’t know what you’re talking about.
ATROPOS That angel went and created 50,000 new souls for your war machine.
CASTIEL You’re confused.
ATROPOS No. You can’t just mint money, Castiel. It’s wrong…It’s dangerous… And I won’t let you.

And there we have it. It’s all about the souls, just like Death told Dean. We get our first look at just how entangled Cas is in this mess, but while all this REAL INTEL is being laid out for US, Sam and Dean are frozen in the background, apparently locked in time and unable to hear anything of this conversation. That’s why they buy into the lie that Cas tells them about it being all on Balthazar, and why they still haven’t understood Death’s warning:

DEAN Hold on. Uh…So, if you guys went a-and changed everything back, then that whole timeline or whatever, it just got erased?
CASTIEL Yeah. More or less.
DEAN Well, then, how come he and I remember it?
CASTIEL Because I wanted you to remember it.
SAM Why?
CASTIEL I wanted you to know who Fate really is. She’s cruel and capricious.
DEAN I’d go so far as “bitch.”
CASTIEL Well, yeah. You’re the ones who taught me that you can make your own destiny. You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. I still believe that that’s something worth fighting for. I just wanted you to understand that.
DEAN So, wait. Did…Balthazar really, uh, unravel the sweater over a chick flick?
CASTIEL Yes. Absolutely. That’s what he did.

And he flaps away before they can even question it… Sam and Dean believe that Cas ordered the Titanic re-sunk solely to save THEIR lives. They don’t really get that Cas had ordered it unsunk in the first place to try and keep Dean out of the war in the first place… because EVERYTHING in s6 eventually comes down to that moment we see in 6.20 where Cas leaves Dean raking leaves in Lisa’s yard and accepts Crowley’s deal.

And we’re getting closer and closer to the moment when that entire trick is revealed.

'a different kind of storm' - a No.6 fanfic for petitechocomochi~

[To @petitechocomochi from @shieon]

To my Secret Santa, petitechocomochi! Your prompt was a lot of fun to work on, I apologise for any errors, and I hope you enjoy the finished product - Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year! <3

Words: 3,670k

Theme: Blizzard

Pairing: Nezushi

The shack had looked run down and worn at a distance, and the view from up close was no better; the door swings loudly on the rusted hinges as it slams behind Shion, the gale from outside still whistling in through the numerous cracks creeping across the old wood.

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N: N likes to annoyingly drag the truth out of people, so before he confesses to you for the first time he’ll make you somehow indirectly confess to him first. This will be his way of making sure that you do have requited feelings for him, so that when he confesses he won’t get rejected. N will use whatever flirtation methods he has in his power to make you blush and giggle, allowing him set a comfortable mood between the two of you. Once the mood is established and depending on how you react to his flirting, he will then bravely confess that he likes you. “Hey, you look really pretty today…I mean it too…Keke. Why are you laughing and blushing?…Do you like me or something?…Because I like you, silly.”

Leo: Leo is very upfront and truthful when he needs to be, so confessing to you for the first time will not be that difficult for him. And even though he presents himself as a shy and reserved fellow, that won’t keep him from telling you that he has feelings for you. Hopefully, you two will have already spent a decent amount of time together making the first confessions much easier. The time, place or mood in which he confesses to you will not matter, because when Leo likes you…he likes you and that’s all that matters. In other words, the confession will come out of nowhere. *he just so happens to run into while you’re buying pads, tampons, and Midol®* “*sweetest Leo voice possible* Hey, I need to tell you something…I like you, and I hope you like me too…” AWKWARD…BUT TOTES CUTE.

Ken: This fool will have you waiting for a first confession for so long, until you realize that he has already confessed to you. He confessed to you without saying words and instead confessed through his actions. The constant playfulness, the flirty teasing, and the random first date that turned into the 10th date were all a part of his way of saying that he likes you and that he wants to get to you know you better. Since Ken is a random goofball, he wouldn’t want to overdo the confession in fear of him coming across a little to strong. Eventually he might actually say those three little words, especially if you continue to look a little lost and confused. Once he calls you his wife, I think at that point you’ll know that he at least likes you, right? “So, we’ve been on about ten dates and we still haven’t gone to the aquarium?…But I think we should save that for our 20th date. What do you think?”

Ravi: Ravi will be all confidence leading up to the first confession. He’ll confidently charm you by giving you compliments, while acting as if you two are already dating. Basically, he will be flirting with you nonstop making it pretty obvious that he likes you. When he finally gets that ‘it’s time to confess feeling’, he will slowly set it up by taking your hands in his and start slowly talking in that deep voice of his. It will be a like scene from a movie, so sweet and romantic, until he cutely ruins it by being overly charming and fumbling over his words. “Hey, beautiful…I’ve been wanting to tell you something all day…”*takes your hands and stares into your soul* “I want you to be my baby mama. Ack! No! I don’t want you to be my baby mama! Wait, that’s not right either. What I mean to say is that I like you…I really, really like you…”

HongBin: HongBin will be a little nervous confessing to you for the first time. You can clearly see it on his face that he likes you and that he’s trying his best to find the perfect way to tell you. Mood, timing, and the right words are all important factors in which HongBin has to get right before he confesses.  After a while, you’ll see him still struggling a bit which will either make you 1) pull some reverse psychology on him to speed things along or 2) be the first one to confess. Whatever path you choose, there will still be a happy HongBin in the end. “I uh…I have something to tell you…Is it just me or is it hot in here?…*fans himself*…Oh, look an airplane…” *you confess* “Hey! I wanted to say it first! *sigh* Well, I like you too, sweetie.”

Hyuk: This boy will make you think that you are in a ‘one-sided like’ situation. Hyuk will be doing cute, flirty stuff to you and for you, while not having admitted that he likes you. This will drive you insane because you don’t know if he has feelings for you or if he’s just being nice or if he straight up friendzoned you. After a while you will become more and more flustered to the point that it shows on your face. Eventually Hyuk will get the picture and ask you what’s wrong making you confess first out of defeat. At this point you’re going to want to slap him because you’ll find out that he didn’t confess because he thought it was obvious that he liked you back. WTH HYUK. “Woah, what’s wrong?…What do you mean I don’t like you? I really do like you!!!!! I thought it was pretty obvious!…I mean I did take you to the arcade and let you sink my battleship!…I only do that for people I really, really like…and that’s you boo…”

Thanks for asking!
-Admin Cheezy ^_^

P.S.: How would you react to these Vixx confessions (Let us know who you pick)?

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gajevy week day 4 – daydreams. A shorter one for today, I’m afraid. College is relentless. 

oh hey i managed to write canon this time

Bonus | Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Five | Day Six | Day Seven

She’shad daydreams about situations like this, but Mavis, her imagination hadn’tquite done it justice.

Or included the sprained ankle.And the humiliation.

Mavis, the humiliation.  

Levy gasps as her joint gives another painful twinge, and though she tries to muffle it the best she can, she isn’t quite able to hide it all. Her cheeks go red as Gajeel looks down at her and shifts his grip. “You alright?”

“I’m fine.” Has her voice always been this squeaky?

He’s trying not to smirk. “S’what you get for rushing into things.”

“I was not!” And that is a complete and utter lie, something she’s about 85% sure Gajeel knows already.

So maybe, maybe she’d been trying to impress him a little. Who can blame her? Her strengths lay in academia, so when Gajeel had offered to help with physical training…

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I dunno if you're still doing this, but I wish you could write a fic where both mabel and dipper keep dating people that look progressively more and more like the other until they finally realise that it's because they want to date their twin

Gravity Falls [OneShot] – (Pinecest) Other Side of the Mirror

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“Hey, can you help me with something?”

Mabel pokes her head into Dipper’s room. Dipper looks up from the textbook he was reading, giving her an inquisitive look.

“Hm?” he said. The pen that he had previously been chewing on fell out of his mouth and onto his desk.

“If you’re busy, I can-”

“No, no!” Dipper said. He stretched, then shut off his desk lamp. He swiveled his chair so that he was fully facing the door. Mabel stepped inside and shut the door behind her. She was holding one of her many scrapbooks to her chest. Dipper could just barely make out the words Failed Romances written out in glittering purple ink.

“Boy troubles?” he asked. Mabel shook her head.

“Need to vent about the past or something?”

“Something like that,” she said, walking over to him. She opened the book and set it on his desk in front of him.

“You remember Zach, right?”

“Blue-ish blonde hair, plays electric violin, dumped you like three months ago for the girl he was playing a concert with? Yeah, what about him?” he asked. She smacked him lightly on the arm.

“Bad. That part I buried deep down in the pits of my memories. How dare you make me remember that.”

“Sorry. Continue.”

“I want you to compare him to my first boyfriend.”

“Avery? No, wait, are you talking about Norm-”

“Not the gnomes, you dork. Of course I meant Avery,” she said, flipping back to the beginning of the scrapbook. Mabel’s first official (normal) boyfriend leered at Dipper from behind the laminated page.

“This guy was a total jerkwad. Remind me why you ever agreed to date him?”

“It’s not my fault 15-year-old me thought he was cute. I was trying to not date for a while, but I ended up getting pulled back into the romance zone once again. Tragic, but that’s beside the point. The point is, compare him to Zach, please.”

Mabel watched as Dipper flipped between the two pages, trying to compare and contrast the two photos.

“Nope, not seeing this one, Mabel. Are you sure you’re on to something?”

“Not just on to something. More like discovered something really freaky.”

She pulled out her phone and opened the photo app. She had taken pictures of all of her ex-boyfriends, in chronological order, from Avery all the way to Zach.

“Are these all from your scrapbook?”

“Shush, I’m getting to the freaky part, bro. Watch.”

Mabel switched over to another app.

“This is one of those ‘photo-merging’ apps. You know, the ones designed to see what you’d look like fused with someone else? So I was messing around with Avery and Zach’s photos to see what they’d look like fused, and this came up.”

She pressed Fuse and showed him the results. Dipper stared at the screen. The app had taken common features from the two faces to create a fusion of the two, and the fusion looked eerily similar to Dipper. Granted, it had blue-brown hair, but the facial features were shockingly similar to his.

“What the heck?”

“Wait for it.”

Mabel started choosing random exes and putting their photos into the app. This fusion had Dipper’s eyes and his chin, this one contained all his facial features, that picture looked a bit like Dipper mixed with a dog, but all of them had at least one part of his own face.

“And now …” Mabel said, switching the settings. She mass-selected all of the ex-boyfriend screenshots and his Fuse. The app slowly loaded, trying to process the multitude of photos that had been selected. Finally, the app finished.

“Is that?”

“Yup yup, bro-bro.”

The likeness was almost terrifying. You could see the blurred edges where the app tried to blend features like the hair or ears, but the face itself was clear, as if he was staring into a mirror.

“Okay, that’s just scary, Mabes.”

“I know, right? Why do you look like all of my ex-boyfriends combined, Dipper?”

“How the heck should I know? I should be asking why do all of your ex-boyfriends combined look like your own brother.”

“I dunno!” Mabel said, closing the app. “I mean, I guess I’ve been unconsciously choosing guys that sort of … look like you, or have something that reminds me of you?”

“Is that, uh, supposed to mean anything?” Dipper asked.

“That’s what I was trying to ask you, Dip. What do you make of all this? Put your smarticles on and solve this conundrum.”

“There’s nothing really to figure out, Mabel. You have just been dating guys that weirdly look like me in one way or another, and then when fused together they make a perfect image of me.”

“Ugh, you’re no help.”

“Unless you really like guys that look like me, you’ll need to either clone me or date me, ‘Bel,” said Dipper, chuckling. Mabel glared at him.

“Very funny Dipper. Hold on, lemme see your phone!” Mabel said, grabbing his cell from his desk.


“Shush, you,” Mabel said, scrolling through his phone. She used her own phone and started taking pictures from his photo library. “I knew you’d keep your own collection of sorts.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have your scrapbooking skills, sis, so my cell phone had to do.”

“Why’d you keep Wendy in this folder? You never even got to go out with her.”

“Um, memories?”

“Uh huh, sure,” she said, adding Wendy’s photo to the snapshots.

Mabel started to put all the photos into the face-merge app.

“… then Jenna, Emily, May, aaaaaaand Wendy. Fuse!”

Mabel stared at the screen, for once at a loss for words.

“What? Let me guess, all of my ex-girlfriends plus Wendy equals your face,” said Dipper, looking down at his study guide.

“Um …”

“No way,” Dipper said, grabbing his phone.

It was definitely Mabel, down to the red highlights in her hair that she had put in last week. Dipper stared at his sister, and then at his phone once more.

“Um, Mabel?”

“Uh huh?”

“What’s going on? Why are we dating people that look like each other?”

“Again, you’re the smart one. Plus, I wasn’t expecting your exes to do the same thing as mine.”

“You sure that app’s accurate?” he asked, looking through the settings of the app.


“Well, what then?”

Mabel shifted her weight between either feet, taking her time to come up with an answer.

“Um, Dip, I think we’re dating people that look like us because we … like each other?”

That’s the solution you came up with? You have a crush on me, Mabel?”

“I mean, it kind of makes sense. We spend so much time together, and we’re basically best friends. You comfort me when I’m sad, and I help you get a grip on reality whenever you have your anxiety attacks. Plus, they say that people are attracted to people that look like themselves in some way, so I guess with us being twins …”

“You’ve got a point, but Mabel, isn’t that …”

“Think about it, Dip. You think I’m pretty, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re beautiful, but …”

“B-Beautiful?” Mabel said, blushing. Dipper stopped mid-sentence, staring at her flustered expression. It was so similar to so many of his previous girlfriends that he felt his heart skip.

“I-I mean, yeah, I t-think you’re p-pretty, but I’m not sure how we can just have a crush on each other …”

“It’s kind of weird to think about, but … I think that it just makes sense.”

“Mabes, I don’t know what to think. I-I think we need some time to think about what this means.”

“Alright, I guess. I’ll be in my room, then, Dipper,” said Mabel, putting her phone away. She walked into the hallway, glancing at him as she shut the door.

Dipper let out a breath, and then looked at the screen of his phone. The gallery of his failed relationships stared at him. He pulled up a photo and started scrolling through the faces. This girl had a smile similar to Mabel’s, this girl had braces back when they were dating, and even Wendy’s face was starting to look more and more like his own sister’s face.

Oh God, Dip, get a grip! Don’t go thinking about how your sister’s face looks like people you’ve dated. Definitely don’t think about dating your sister! Don’t think about wanting to know what it’s like to fall in love with Mabel. Aaaaaand … too late, yup, you’re definitely thinking it. Definitely thinking it. Stop thinking it? Nope, thought’s still not going away. Fudge, this just got complicated.

Dipper dropped his head onto the desk and groaned. This was going to be a long afternoon.

Meanwhile, Mabel was still standing outside Dipper’s door. Her heart was racing, and her face still felt warm.

What the heck just happened? I came in there to ask about why my exes looked like my brother, and next thing I know, I end up suggesting that we like each other! My own brother! Have I accidently eaten something with Smile Dip again? Am I going insane? Should I talk to someone about this? I can’t talk about this with Dipper because that’ll make things awkward again …

Lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t realize that the door in front of her had opened, and Dipper had almost walked into her.


“Ack! D-Dip! What’re you doing here?” Mabel said, startled. She avoided looking directly into his eyes.

“I live here. Why are you still outside my door? You left like fifteen minutes ago.”

“Oh, n-nothing, nothing! Just sort of … thinking … about … stuff?”

“Mabes?” he asked, putting his hand on her arm. “You alright?”

Mabel stiffened at his touch, and turned her head until she was fully facing him. Their eyes met, and suddenly Mabel’s pulse rate went into overdrive.

Was he always this cute? I mean, of course he was cute, ‘cuz I’m cute and he’s my twin but … was he always this handsome? Why am I reacting this way? I see him almost every day. Am I overthinking things? I’m probably overthinking things. Oh no, he’s really close to me. Why does he have to be so dang handsome?


“Huh?” Mabel said. She blinked, then put her hands up to her burning cheeks.

“Let’s calm down over some ice cream, ‘kay? We should sit down and talk about all this,” Dipper said, gesturing between them.

“With sprinkles?” she said, chancing a glance in his direction. His smile put her at ease almost immediately.

“As many sprinkles as we can find in the house, Mabes,” Dipper said. He held his hand out, and Mabel took it.