have any cheese

hey guys i’m hungry and can’t cook. anyone got any recs for cooking some kraft dinner. should i just microwave it? i don’t have any shredded cheese left (i ate all the tex mex when i was hungry yesterday or the night before) so i’m not sure what else i could put on top. i usually don’t add more than the cheese powder from the box and some milk and butter. we got like.. sour cream… i got some nacho chips.. hot sauce…

Super Sappy Lines Prompt List

Because sometimes you just want to write the sappiest shit you can handle.

  1. “I’m in love with you.”
  2. “Please don’t leave me.”
  3. “It’s always been you.”
  4. “Shut up and kiss me.”
  5. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
  6. “I can’t wait any longer.”
  7. “Can I kiss you?”
  8. “Can I touch you?”
  9.  “I missed you so much.”
  10. “Stay with me forever.”
  11. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
  12. “I want you. Only you.”
  13. “The way I feel when I’m with you…”
  14. “I’ll always love you.”
  15. “Please marry me.”
  16. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
  17. “Because I love you!”
  18. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
  19. “I can’t stay away from you.”
  20. “I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”
  21. “I’m better when I’m with you.”
  22. “You make me so happy.”

PS if you write anything from this list, will you tag with #sappyprompts so I can see it? <3

where adrien flirts
  • so adrien has a little problem: he likes marinette. like he really, honest-to-god likes her, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. his track record with girls isn’t so stellar. after he confessed his feelings to ladybug as chat noir, she calmly turned him down and admitted she liked someone else. so as nino would say, without a lady to tie him down, adrien agreste is single and ready to mingle
  • but he’s always been single?? and what does mingle even mean?? like, nino, what the hell, dude?? help a man out. 
  • so nino sits him down and explains how to get his crush. with his previous crush, nino tells him, adrien obviously didn’t do it right, and that’s why she turned him down (nino doesn’t know it was ladybug, and he just likes to think adrien was crushing on a supermodel who was totally out of even his league). 
  • nino: “you gotta flirt, man. the ladies love a dude who’s chill and cool and confident. you gotta rock it and own it. you got this.”
    adrien: “but how? every time I go to her, she looks at me, and I can’t… make my words work.”
    nino: “….you two are perfect for each other.”
    adrien: “what?”
    nino: “what?”
  • nino gives him an article with a few tips for flirting. this shouldn’t be too bad, and hey, it worked on alya, nino swears by it. so with 10 Flirting Techniques That Are Garunteed to Work on Women on his mind, adrien is determined to woo the ladies.
  • 1. set the stage with the “soft stare”: so all he had to do was stare at marinette as deeply as possible whenever they had a conversation while maintaining a calm and relaxed expression. marinette likes to stutter and stammer her ways through her words, and he couldn’t blame her, because he lost control when he tried to talk to her as well, and usually her antics made him smile and laugh. but according to the tips, he wasn’t allowed to.
  • it’s all good for a week or so, until nino pulls him aside and asks why he looks like he’s plotting how to murder marinette in her sleep like some type of serial killer every time he talks to her. 
  • he stops talking to her after that. alya tracks him down a few days later and whacks him upside the head for making her best friend cry by ignoring her. adrien goes back to talking to marinette as normally as possible after that because it’s better to talk to her as friends than invoke his “killer smile” while trying to flirt.
  • 2. be vague and leave her wanting more: adrien has this in the bag. he knows how to skirt around a topic, but that’s just because he has to make sure he kept his secret identity as a superhero of Paris a… secret. being vague is one of his best talents, it also helps with those stupid paparazzi who always follow him. the article offers some suggests: tell her you know a secret about her, tell her there’s something interesting about her and you can’t put your finger on it, tell her that’s she exactly your type but don’t tell her what you type actually is, etc. he spends most of the night plotting his exact words, and the next day, when he sees marinette, it just comes spilling out…
  • adrien: “i know your secret, marinette.”
    marinette: “…what?”
    well shit, adrien thought, the article didn’t tell him what happened after this.
    adrien: “…i know it. your secret… i knew there was something about you that i couldn’t put my finger on.”
    marinette: “…wait, so you know? ohmygodthiscan’tbehappening,ohmygod, how did you figure it out???”
  • adrien wasn’t sure what to do after this point, so like the article said, he leaves her wanting more and nopes the fuck outta there, cha-cha sliding out of the classroom and bolting down the hallway before she could catch him.
  • 3. the sensual look: once a girl is comfortable around you, give her a mischievous look that makes her think. the article (and nino) never really explain what the girl will think about, but adrien totally supports girl empowerment and helping those smart cookies get the best grades and brilliance recognition they deserve. if a mischievous smile is all it takes, then he’s more than happy to help.
  • he flashes her a quirky smirk in Madame Bustier’s lecture, marinette notices and freezes up. he thinks he did it wrong when nino just leans closer and says, “you broke marinette.”
  • adrien apologizes after class and swears he’ll never break her again. marinette just mumbles, “you can break me anytime.”
  • adrien thinks it’s counterproductive. 
  • 4. the surprise wink: whenever you pass her, just wink after you lock eyes, nino says, she won’t expect it and it’ll surprise her but give her the clear and distinct message that you are flirting with her. adrien wants marinette to know he likes her and wants to flirt with he rand wants to date her and just be with her, so he winks every time he gets. 
  • they see each other in class? wink he catches her eyes while they study for physics? wink they talk about madame bustier’s homework? wink she asks him for his opinion on her designs? wink 
  • at first, she giggles. after two weeks, she presents him with a bottle of over-the-counter artificial tears for his “eye twitch.” he stops winking after that and doesn’t talk to nino for the rest of the day.
  • 5. the playful bump: playful actions, like bumping, will definitely make a girl smile. 
  • adrien: “but nino, i could hurt her.”
    nino: “no, my dude, she knows you’re teasing.”
    adrien: “i don’t care if she knows. what if i knock her over?”
    nino: “no, you don’t do it hard, you just–”
    adrien: “what if she falls over and breaks her nose? i don’t wanna break her nose, nino. she has a cute nose.”
    nino: “adrien, you’re not gonna break her–”
    adrien: “niNO
  • 6. the understatement: understate the compliments you give her, okay, okay, adrien can do this. it’s simple.
  • adrien: “marinette, your eyes are blue… like avatar’s skin. just blue.. all over.. it’s great. not the brightest blue, but not the darkest. just blue. you have blue eyes, marinette.”
    marinette: *is speechless*
    nino: “…you nailed that, adrien.”
    adrien: “oh thanks, nino.”
  • 7. the double negative, “i don’t think you’re not beautiful”: 
    adrien: “but i do think she’s beautiful.”
    nino: “i know, you’re telling her that.”
    adrien: “but you just said i don’t think she’s beautiful?”
    nino: “no, no, you said you don’t think she’s not beautiful, so ergo you think she is beautiful.”
    adrien: “…grammar hurts my head, nino.”
    nino: “i know, my dude, i understand.”
  • 8. the sensual tease, tease her for liking you: okay, but adrien doesn’t know if marinette likes him like that? nino swears she does, and alya says so too, but it still makes him feel bad for teasing her. so he doesn’t tease her and just keeps doing stuff like he normally does, like walking her home from school and helping her study physics and giving her advice for her designs and keeping a stash of food for her on the mornings she runs late and he knows she didn’t have breakfast yet.
  • nino rolls his eyes, but adrien doesn’t care. his momma didn’t raise no hooligan. no, if he was going to flirt with marinette, at least he can be a gentleman about it.
  • 9. the moniker: giving her a cute nickname will let her know how special she is. adrien spends a week thinking about it, and nino gives him a few suggestions, but he doesn’t listen. if he’s giving marinette a nickname, it has to be something he does because it’ll let her know she’s special to him.
  • a few days later, he slips up and calls her “princess” because she’s pretty, sweet, smart, likes pink, and is a natural born leader just like a royal. marinette freezes when he calls her that, but she smiles and laughs eventually. she seems to like it, and he keeps doing it. it’s fitting, he supposes, for someone like her. marinette, his princess.
  • does that mean he gets to be her knight?
  • nino calls him a nerd.
  • 10. tell her how you feel: it’s the last step, and adrien agonizes over it for days. it can’t really be as simple as nino makes it out to be, but then again, his best friend has been dating a pretty sweet gal for months, so it obviously worked for him. adrien broods over it for a while, and alya warns him not to ignore marinette for days again, and he swears he isn’t. he’s just trying to find his courage. why oh why is it so much easier to face an akuma with certain death hanging over his head than tell a girl how he really feels?
  • marinette decides to take matters into her own hands, which he isn’t really surprised by because she usually is a head-strong, independent female. what he is surprised by is when ladybug swings into his bedroom window and transforms into marinette right before his very eyes.
  • marinette: “why are you ignoring me? did i do something wrong?”
    adrien: *adrien.exe has stopped working*
    marinette: “…adrien?”
    adrien: “…you’re… ladybug?!”
    marinette: “yeah, i know. you know. we’ve been over this–”
    adrien: “nononoNO, we most certainly haven’t.”
    marinette: *marinette.exe has stopped working*
    adrien: “…marinette?”
    marinette: “I… but you said you knew my secret.”
    adrien: “I WAS BEING VAGUE.”
    marinette: “WHY?!”
    marinette: “…you have?”
    adrien: “well, i was trying–”
  • plagg: *pops out of adrien’s pocket* “oh, are we trading secrets?”
    tikki: *pops out of marinette’s bag* “I think so?”
    plagg: *holds out paw to marinette* “fine. im plagg, i turn him into chat noir. nice to finally meet you. i’m glad you guys are finally telling each other, it’s been so tiring listening to him mooning over you. do you have any cheese?”
    marinette: “…you’re chat noir?”
    adrien: *dies*

so marinette and adrien are dating now, so in a way he thinks his plan worked? that doesn’t stop marinette from asking him how he thought he’d been flirting, so he tells her nino’s tips. she laughs for a week straight. that’s the last time he ever listens to nino.

an adrien version of this post. some people asked for an adrien version, it’s not directly a sequel, but still another au. just two nerds trying to flirt and failing spectacularly. 

I’m sure someone somewhere has talked about this before BUT

I absolutely adore the idea of Castiel healing Dean with kisses instead of his standard forehead boop. Like after a tough fight that has Dean all bruised and battered, Castiel just comes to him without a word and starts placing gentle kisses against a bruise on Dean’s cheek or a cut on his lip. And I like to think he can choose not to heal everything all at once, that maybe he takes his time to literally kiss Dean better one kiss at a time. And it’s not just about reaffirming that Dean is still alive and that they’re together; it’s also about comforting him and making sure he knows he’s loved.

honestly, living in a point-and-click/hidden object game must be so wild like

you want to go to the shop to buy some milk? Okay just hop in the car.

except you’ve lost your car keys.

so you look around for them, but they’re nowhere to be found. you’ve recently found there’s a mouse living in your house and you saw it holding something shiny earlier. maybe its got your car keys? so you go to lure it out with some cheese. except you don’t have any cheese in your fridge. so you go over to your neighbour’s house and ask if you could borrow a little bit of cheese. they say yeah but they need to find their handkerchief first. it’s gone missing and they simply must have it. after some looking you spot it caught on a telephone wire. your neighbour has a ladder but most of the rungs are broken. so you go to the forest and gather up some wood. while there, you meet another neighbour who’s lost their favourite necklace, and asks you to tell them if you see it. there’s an a abandoned shed in the wood and in it you find a rusty old hammer. there are nails, but they’re bent and rusty. so then you scout around your house, your neighbours house, the wood, the shed, and your otherneighbours house, and collect up some random shards to metal that are just lying around.

so go back to your first neighbour’s house and fix the ladder with the rusty hammer and random metal shards

using the (dubiously-fixed) ladder, you get their hankie from the phone line. the moment you’re back on the ground, the ladder breaks but who gives a fuck because you got the handkerchief. you give the hankie to your neighbour, they give you the cheese. you go and put the cheese outside a mousehole. the mouse comes out

it’s holding a marble.

it drops the marble, and you pick it up.

you go outside, and there’s a kid searching around. they lost their favourite marble, but they found this nice necklace. you give the kid the marble. they give you the necklace.

you go back to the woods. your necklace-neighbour isn’t there. you go to their house. they’re not there. you go to the handkerchief neighbour’s house. not there. your house. not there. eventually you find them in some ignorable part of the map that has had no relevance to now and will have no relevance again.

you give the neighbour the necklace.

they claim they found your car keys out in your drive.


finally you can go to the shop and get some milk

you go home. read a specific piece of paper to get the code to your garage, and collect three keys.

using the keys and the code, you open your garage.

your car has no wheels.

Fanfic analogy

Fanfiction is like Mexican food. You can have any amount of cheese on it, but you can’t have just a big pile of cheese on your plate. You also want a little bit of salsa to spicen it up, but not too much or you’ll burn off your tongue. You also want beans or meat for the substance, and you can put these ingredients in any format you want. This could go for any love story in general, really.

when an empire falls {reuploaded}

so i apparently never reuploaded this fic after i deleted my blog the first time and that’s a travesty. so here we are

on ao3 || on ffnet

[see full original note on ao3]

It’s finally done… I feel like this needs ceremony because it’s FINALLY DONE.

You don’t know this, but this is my first Ladybug fanfic. Not the first one I posted, the first one I started. One day in mid-December, I watched 4 episodes of the show, read the seven chapters of @thelastpilot​'sSecret Santa that were out in a long car ride, and then got home and wrote this. And then I stopped, mainly because I didn’t know Marinette’s room’s setup. When the Gamer and Kung Food came out, I had to change huge chunks of it. I promised myself I’d finish it before Animan, but I obviously didn’t. BUT I FINALLY HAVE! 

I’m really proud that I’ve finally finished this, even if it isn’t the best that I’ve written and I’m not entirely happy with it. Mostly, it just says a lot about me: I briefly heard about the Gabriel is Hawkmoth theory and immediately thought “now THAT is good angst”

Chat stumbled as they landed on the roof. Ladybug reached out to steady him, but he pulled away, stopping at the edge.

“Chat,” she said warningly, holding out her hands, “you need to step back.” The rooftops were slick with ice, and this one was no exception.

“I didn’t…”  he whispered. “I never imagined Hawkmoth was…someone I knew.” He crouched down, hugging his knees to his chest.

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anonymous asked:

Person A is pregnant and is craving a load of stuff and person B indulges them

The sound of cupboards being slammed downstairs was what jolted Beca awake at 1am. 

Her first thought was that they were being robbed, and Beca immediately went to grab Chloe’s hand.

But Chloe wasn’t there. 

So Beca made her way tentatively down the stairs and found the heavily pregnant Chloe in the kitchen, standing in front of an open cupboard, scowling at the inside.


“Why don’t we have any Kraft mac and cheese?” Chloe asked, not even turning to look at her.

“Because when I had it last week you said it made you feel sick,” Beca said.

Chloe let out a huff of frustration. “That didn’t mean you had to throw it all out.”

“You want me to go and get you some?” Beca asked, already resigned to the fact that she would have to drive to Walmart at 1am.

Chloe’s mood swings and food cravings had been… extreme lately. 

Beca had found her one morning sobbing next to an empty bag of Doritos. When she’d finally gotten her to calm down enough to explain what was wrong, she told her that she’d eaten them all and now there was none left.

Another afternoon Beca had been sent out to McDonalds to buy two cheese burgers but without the burger.

“So you just want a cheese sandwich?” Beca asked, already cringing at the thought of having to ask for this.

“No,” Chloe had replied. “I want a cheeseburger but without the burger.”

And now, at 1am, Beca found herself pulling on her shoes and searching for her car keys.

“I told you I can wait,” Chloe said, feeling guilty as Beca zipped her coat up over her pyjama top.

“It’s fine, baby. If you want mac and cheese, then mac and cheese is what you shall have,” Beca said, kissing Chloe and then her stomach. “Do you want anything else?”

Chloe thought for a second. “Ice cream,” she said. “Vanilla. And pickles.”

“Okay,” Beca said. “If you think of anything else, text me.”

She climbed into her car and drove the 15 minute drive to Walmart.

She grabbed the three things Chloe had asked for, and added a box of donuts because hey, she needed a treat too.

The cashier looked at her purchases and then at her watch.

“My wife is pregnant,” was all Beca needed to say.

The cashier chuckled and Beca paid.

When she got back Chloe was, of course, fast asleep on the sofa.

Beca put the ice cream in the freezer and started making the mac and cheese. Asleep or not, Chloe would be pissed if she woke up and there wasn’t mac and cheese waiting for her.

Eventually Chloe came into the kitchen and sat up at the counter. 

“Can I have the ice cream?” She asked, stifling a yawn.

“Sure,” Beca said, retrieving it from the freezer and handing it over with a spoon.

“And the pickles.”

“Chloe… Please tell me you aren’t going to-“

“I didn’t ask for judgment, Beca. I asked for pickles,” Chloe said.

Beca sighed and handed her the jar of pickles. She watched in horror as Chloe dipped the pickle in the ice cream and ate it.

“Remind me not to eat that ice cream later,” Beca said, turning back to the mac and cheese.

“Please, as if I’d let you eat my ice cream. Is it ready yet?”

“Just about,” Beca said, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard. She dished it up and put the bowl and a fork in front of her. “There you go.”

“Oh my god, I love you so much,” Chloe said to her food, taking a bite.

Beca shook her head and laughed. She kissed Chloe on the top of the head and started washing up the pan.

“I love you too, by the way,” Chloe said. “More than I love food.”

“I love you too,” Beca replied. “Even if you do eat pickles and ice cream.”

anonymous asked:

I love your blog! I'm not entirely vegan (i stopped meat/fish/milk/eggs but my want for cheese won't go away...) but once I am fully vegan, i'll try all of your recipes! Thanks for having such an amazing blog! ❤️

Aw thank you. As for the cheese - most of us don’t go vegan because we hate how animal products taste. I use to be seriously in love with cheese. The desire goes away, I promise. Even starts to gross you out. If you have any vegan cheeses in store try em out! Chao is my favorite, especially the original flavor, It lasts about four days in my house between grilled cheeses and just eating it out of the package. Anyways, I just wanted to give some tips, I’m not saying ditching dairy is a piece of cake. There’s a protein in milk (casein) that’s makes it addictive. It’s a protein that keeps the baby calf coming back to feed from mama cow. Acts like an opiate in our brain. Read up on Casein or casomorphins (pretty awful stuff). So yes, it can suck to ditch it, but not at all impossible, and so worth it. If you need any help or tips i’m here. As for the rest i’m proud of you! Happy you enjoy the blog. c:

Part 1 of my new reveal story:  Unmasking The Love

Okay, I finished typing up the first part.  Here it is, and I hope you like it.  As I said before, it is different from my first reveal story; for example, this one actually has a name!!  Although it is kinda a cheesy name.  I think Plagg made it up.


Unmasking the Love Part 1       by JJ Sprinkle

After Lila scrambled away, Ladybug sank to her knees.  She held her head in her hands, taking a moment to process everything that had happened.  Cat Noir watched her behavior, puzzled.  It was the first he had ever seen her this way.  Suddenly, Ladybug raised her head and searched around them, panicky.  Jumping up, she cried, “Where’s Adrien?”

“What?” Cat Noir asked, surprised.

“Adrien.  Where is he?  What did she do with him?”  Her wide eyes were frightened and she paced the tower floor, looking behind struts and down to lower levels.

“Bugaboo, he’s not here.  It was all an illusion,” Cat Noir reminded her.  

“No, no!” Ladybug turned to him, real fear lacing her words.  “Remember?  He wasn’t in his room.  She *did* take him.  She *did*.  We have to find him!”

Cat Noir placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down.  “Ladybug, don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine.  Everything was an illusion, including Lila taking him.  Calm down.”

Ladybug’s eyebrows drew into a frown as she knocked Cat Noir’s hands way.  “You *don’t* know that!  He wasn’t there!” She was now yelling at him.

“I’m sure he’s home,” Cat Noir tried again.

“Fine, I’m checking.” Ladybug pulled her arm back, ready to throw her yoyo.

“MiLady, let me go.  I’ll check,” Cat Noir argued with Ladybug, calculating the logistics of Ladybug checking on himself.  Again he put a hand on her arm.

“No, I’ll go.” Ladybug was determined.  She ignored his hand and jumped off the tower.

“That stubbornness!  It’s so… so… irresistible!” Cat Noir muttered to himself with a private grin.  Then, he jumped off the tower too, and vaulted home faster than he ever had before.  He had barely leaped through his bathroom window when Ladybug arrived.  

“Adrien?  Are you there?” she called, then slid open the bathroom door.  “Can I come in?”

Cat Noir hastened to turn on the shower, and Ladybug slammed the door shut again.  He could hear her voice through the door, “This is Ladybug.  Is everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah… I had to grab a shower after all this excitement,” he called through the door, then listened carefully.

“Uh, oh, yeah, sure,” she giggled nervously, “I’m sorry.  I’ll be off then, huh?”  Cat Noir could hear the relief in Ladybug’s voice.

“Thank you.” Cat Noir called.  

In the bedroom, Ladybug dropped her head against the bathroom door, feeling the fear drain out of her. She wished she could slide the door open, to see for herself that Adrien was truly okay.

In the bathroom, Cat Noir dropped his head against the door, relieved that he had successfully deceived Ladybug, but bewildered at what was going on in her mind.

After a moment, he heard her voice less loudly saying, “Goodbye!”

Cat Noir raced back to the bathroom window.  He saw Ladybug zipping over the rooflines of Paris.  Hopping up onto the windowsill, he vaulted out after her, chasing her down.

He finally caught up with her about ten blocks away.  “Ladybug!” he called.  She paused, looked over her shoulder, and waited for him.  “Did you find him?  Is everything okay?” he asked.

With a small smile that was still tense at the edges, Ladybug answered, “Yeah, he’s fine.  Just like you said.”  She laughed a shaky laugh.  “He was taking a shower!” she added.

“That’s funny,’ Cat Noir replied, trying to match her mood.

Ladybug bit her lip, and nodded.  After a moment, she said, “Uh huh.”

“Bugaboo,” Cat Noir said, “ are you *sure* you’re okay?”

“Uh huh.  I’m fine.”  Ladybug answered, patently falsely.  Tears started to glisten in her eyes, and her fake smile became wobbly.

Immediately Cat Noir pulled her into his arms, comforting her.  She did not even stiffen, as he half expected, but seemed to fall into his hug.  Burying her head against his shoulder, Ladybug took deep, steadying breaths.  Cat Noir rubbed her back lightly, and questioned her, “What’s wrong, LB?”

He could hear the tears in her voice when she  answered, “That’s the closest I’ve ever come to losing someone I really care about.”  Cat Noir went still as death, and his whole world suddenly focused down onto Ladybug’s voice.  She continued, oblivious to the effect her words were having, “We help people in danger all the time, but this time I mean, I know it was an illusion, but I didn’t know then, you know?” she rambled on.  “And if it’s someone you really care about, someone you - Well, it’s different.”

Cat Noir was processing her words, trying to believe the unbelievable.  A split part of his thoughts was agreeing with Ladybug’s statement, remembering the danger his father had been in when Simon Says attacked.  He hadn’t handled that very well, either.

Cat Noir had to test what he couldn’t believe his Ladybug was saying.  “This Adrien Agreste, you mean him?”

Ladybug sniffled against his shoulder, then pulled back, wiping her eyes.  “Sorry,” she murmured, rubbing her tears off of Cat Noir’s suit.  She gave him a watery smile, “Yeah, him.”

“You know him?”

Ladybug paused for a moment, then admitted, “We go to school together.”  She sniffled again, then squared her shoulders.  “Okay, let’s not talk about it anymore.  I was just stupid; it was just an illusion.”

“So I guess you two are boyfriend and girlfriend?” Cat Noir ignored her, probing for more information.

“Hah!  Hardly!” Ladybug tried to laugh.  “Look, I shouldn’t have said anything.  It was just stupid.”

“No, no, it wasn’t stupid,” Cat Noir was desperate to continue the conversation.  “I’m sure he appreciates how much you care for him,” he tried again, trying frantically to fit her words into his school life.

This time Ladybug did laugh.  “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t,” she replied.

“But he knows you?” Cat Noir pressed.

Ladybug finally looked at him queerly, and replied hesitantly, “Yes, he does.”  She was trying to figure out why Cat Noir was so interested in her friendship with Adrien.  “Do *you* know him?”

Cat Noir shook his head, “A little.  I know his father,” he prevaricated.

“Oh,” Ladybug’s expression became dour.

“So you like him?” Cat Noir asked again.

“Look, Cat, yes, I like him.  He doesn’t like me.  Please stop asking questions.  We shouldn’t even be talking about this anyway.”

Cat Noir nodded his head like he was agreeing, but his mind was a million miles away.  He was rapidly running through a catalogue of every girl he knew from school, or might know, or might have seen once.  “But you actually *know* him, or you just go to school with him?”

Ladybug’s frown was pouty.  “Cat Noir,” she warned.

“Please,” Cat Noir pleaded, desperate for this one piece of information, “Just answer, and I won’t ask anything else.”

“Why?” she demanded.

Cat Noir stared at her.  He felt like his life hung on the rightness of the words he chose.  Here was the girl he loved, almost declaring her love for him, crying over him, and he didn’t even know who she was.  When he finally answered, it was to slip back into the cavalier attitude of Cat Noir, joking and flirting to hide his deeper emotions.  “Well you know, LB, I need to know just how serious of a rival this guy is for your affections.”

His flirting did the trick.  With a lighthearted laugh, the normal banter between Ladybug and him was re-set, and Ladybug answered, “He knows me, Cat Noir.  So you don’t have to bother flirting anymore.  And one of these days, I’m going to tell him how I feel.”  She smirked at him.

Cat Noir returned her smile, although had Ladybug really looked, she could have seen the lingering bewilderment in his eyes.  

“If he rejects you,” Cat Noir finally joked back, “you can always come crawling back to me, MiLady.”

Ladybug punched his shoulder, “Okay, Kitty, thanks.”  She grinned at him, then added affectionately, “And Cat, thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder.”

“It’s what I’m here for!” he declared with a smile.

Within minutes, the two had turned in opposite direction to head home.  But whereas Ladybug returned directly home, flipping into her bedroom from the roof garden, Cat Noir only got halfway home before he had to stop and replay the whole conversation in his mind.  It was while he was paused deep in thought that he retransformed, and found himself stranded on a rooftop.

“Oh no,” he grumbled, while Plagg flew out of his ring, lighted on his knee, and said, “Phew!  I need some cheese!”

“Plagg,” said Adrien, “you really *do* need cheese.  We’re stuck on a rooftop.”

“What?” Plagg shrieked.  He flitted around the edge of the building, skipping from one grey shingle to the next.  Then, he turned to Adrien and whined, “Please tell me you have some cheese in one of your pockets.”

Shaking his head, Adrien smiled apologetically while turning the lining of his pockets inside out.

“What are you going to do?” Plagg demanded.

Adrien looked around, then scooted carefully down to the edge of the roof. Scanning the street below, he spied a cafe with sandwiches in the window.  “Look, could you hunt yourself up some cheese?  That cafe,” he pointed, “has cheese sandwiches in their display case.”

Looking over Adrien’s shoulder, Plagg turned back to him and said, “You’ve got to be kidding!”

Adrien shrugged, and repeated, “I don’t have any cheese, and there’s no way off this roof.”

With a heavy sigh, as if Adrien were asking him to move heaven and earth, Plagg said, “Fine,” and flitted off.

Adrien kept one eye on Plagg while his thoughts meandered.  There were plenty of girls in his class with brown hair, although that did not necessarily signify because he knew that his own hair changed somewhat whenever he transformed.  And his eyes did too, to look like cat eyes.  But they stayed green.  So were Ladybug’s eyes in real life her brilliant blue, or was that an aspect of her transformation as well?

Adrien ran his hands through his hair, frustrated, when suddenly he heard a loud crash, a yell, and a woman’s shriek.

“Okay, I’m good,” Plagg suddenly appeared, licking his paws with a tiny pink tongue.

“We can go home now?” Adrien asked.

“Sure… but I get some *real* cheese when we get home.  That stuff down there tasted like plastic!”

Shaking his head with a smile, Adrien called, “Plagg, claws out!”  Plagg swirled into the ring, and Adrien felt power surge through his body.  The world around him became bright and unfocused for a moment, and when it cleared Adrien was encased in his black suit, with strength coursing through him.  Pulling out his baton, Cat Noir wasted no time vaulting home.

Cat Noir re-entered through his bathroom window into a thick, warm mist.  “Dang!” he muttered, and turned off the shower he had left running the whole time.  He de-transformed, and Plagg swirled back out.

“Ugh!  It’s so wet!” Plagg immediately complained.  “I don’t like wet!”

“C’mon,” Adrien beckoned affectionately, “let’s get you some cheese.”  In his room, Adrien had installed a small refrigerator, and when he opened it he offered, “You can have camembert, or there’s still brie left.  Looks like we have gruyere too, or stilton? Which do you want?”

“The stilton and the camembert,” Plagg requested, licking his lips in anticipation.  Adrien laughed, and handed Plagg his order.  Then, he threw himself into his desk chair, grabbed a piece of paper, and started writing.

Mumbling with a full mouth, Plagg asked, “Whacha doing?”

“I’m making a list.  Of all the girls I know at school.”


“Didn’t you hear?” Adrien looked back at Plagg.

“What, that Ladybug goes to school with you?  So what?”  He popped a crumble of stilton into his mouth.

“So, I like Ladybug and Ladybug likes me, but the *other* me, *this* me.”  Adrien pointed to himself.

“Yeah?  So what?”  Plagg yawned.

“Plagg!  Surely you know-” Adrien broke off at Plagg’s laughter.  His amazed frustration turned to annoyance, and he glowered at his kwami.

Plagg merely continued to laugh at Adrien, and then said, “I’m just kidding.  I know, I know.  You want to figure out who your true love really is, so then you can date, and get married, and live happily ever after.  I know all about it,” Plagg joked, adding, “Remember, I was here when you wrote that sappy love poem!  Yeck!”

Leaning back in his chair, Adrien repeated in a dreamy voice, “The love poem.”  He sighed, “She wrote one back, too.”  It took his brain a moment to connect the dots, then Adrien sat up straight and said, “The love poem! That’s how she knew!”  He wracked his brain, trying to remember how she might have gotten his poem in the first place.  It was months ago, but he remembered writing it in class, then… then crumpling it up… but what he had done with it?  He threw it away, but where?

Another thought occurred to him, and he exclaimed, “She must have watched me throw it away!  That’s how she got my poem!”  He sat astounded, wondering that Ladybug could watch him so closely that she would know what he threw away, but that he was so oblivious he didn’t even notice.  Shaking his head, disgusted with himself, Adrien turned back to his list.

“Now what are you doing?” Plagg whizzed around his head.

Adrien swatted him away unconsciously, “I’m still making my list.”

Reading over his shoulder, Plagg asked, amused, “Mme Bustier?!”

Adrien blushed, and defended himself, “Well, *I* don’t know!  I’m listing all the females I go to school with!  I don’t know!” he said again.

Plagg pointed out, “You didn’t include your physics teacher.”

Adrien frowned back, “As unlikely as Mme Bustier may be, Mme Mendeleiev is totally unbelievable.”  Turning back to the list, he studied it, and then threw his pencil down.  “She could be any of these girls!  If her hair and her eyes change, it could be anyone!”  Putting his head in his hands, he asked rhetorically, “How will I ever know?”

“Just flirt with all of them tomorrow and see which one flirts back,” Plagg suggested, shoving some camembert into his mouth.

Adrien looked up, grateful to have at least some kind of plan.  “That’s a good idea, Plagg.  That’s what I’ll do!”  Folding his list neatly in half, Adrien slipped it into his book bag.

“You’re bringing that to school?” Plagg asked, amazed.

“So I can cross off names as I eliminate them,” Adrien explained.

“Has anyone ever called you a dork before?” Plagg asked sarcastically.

Shooting Plagg a dirty look, Adrien ignored his question and got ready for bed.  He could hardly wait for morning to come.

To Be Continued…   (by JJ Sprinkle)

Stalk (Part Four)

Title: Stalk (Part Four)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Unofficial Chapter

Part Four (Final)

Ship: Dean x Reader

Warnings: none that I can think of

Word Count: 2,986


The entire day following the discovery of what Toby was – or what he was doing – was spent preparing for the kill. But, in (Y/N)’s case, it was spent dreading even coming to Sioux Falls. She should have never told the boys about Toby. She could have handled it herself and prevented his unnecessary death. As terrifying as her experiences had been, a spirit can’t kill you… can it? He did leave pretty mean marks all over her wrists and neck. If it can hurt her, bruise her, can it kill her? The questions were cemented in her mind the entire day, repeating themselves over and over. The boys used her bedroom to come up with a plan, so the only safe place for her to be away from their gory words was the study, where she sat all day.

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Mun’s Selfie Day?

Yes, Hi! So it’s already October 1st here. I took the opportunity to prepare myself for this day and just took a bunch. The bottom ones are when I was doing the Cheerdance for our school so I gotta wear my hair extension.

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