lost it at the cheese bit

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.

T’was A Fateful Night

Below are teen wolf preferences of what the characters would do if you died. A few of them are long and a few of them are short and straight to the point. Hit me up in the inbox if you want additions. Happy Halloween and we begin regular posting sometime tomorrow. Have a Spoopy Night ;)


Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

The engine roared as it charged past honking cars and squealing brakes. Sweat rolled down his forehead and his heart pounded against his chest. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, her eyelids becoming heavy. Stiles took a brief second to glance at her. His body trembled in fear, she looked worse than when she got pierced with a hunter’s arrow. It wasn’t just any hunter, it was Allison Argent. She was hunting Erica and Boyd because she wanted revenge for her mother’s death.

“Stiles, where are we going?”

Y/N giggled as she jumped from rock to rock. His hands held hers tightly as they crossed the racing stream. He was finally going to do it. He was going to tell his best friend that he was in love with her. Things were rocky ever since he got intertwined into Scott’s life and the supernatural. Although, after everything that he’d been through, she was the one person that could make him smile without effort.

“Stilinski, if you don’t answer me, I’ll—”

“We’re here!”

It was a clearing in the woods, the moon shone high in the sky and the air was cool. Stiles had set up a blanket and a few candles. Y/N laughed and looked over at him.

“What is all this?”

“Sit down, mi'lady”

She chuckled at the pet name and took a seat. Stiles pulled out a few snacks and drinks out of his backpack. They laughed and talk for a while until they came to a nice quiet pause. He grabbed her hand and held it in his for a bit, the heat made his hands clammy. She looked over at him and smiled. He didn’t return it because his eyes drifted to her lips. With careful thinking, Stiles leaned in to give her a kiss when she pulled back, let go of his hand, and dashed away. Stiles groaned and scrambled onto his feet to catch her.

She gave a cheesy, fake wolf howl as she ran.

He couldn’t help but laugh at how silly she was—-until she wasn’t anymore.

Y/N doubled over and fell to the ground.

Stiles thought she had tripped, so he had this giant grin on his face as he approached her.

“Get up you lazy bum—Y/N?”

His voice grew serious as he saw the blood pooling out from her side.

A rustle from behind him caught his attention.

Allison dropped her bow and covered her mouth with both hands.

There wasn’t enough time to think, to yell, to do anything.
Everything had happened so fast.

And they were still happening too fast.

Stiles lurched out of the jeep and pulled her out, not even caring that she was too heavy for him. He used his fear to fuel him inside and scream for help. Nurses from different directions rushed to get her on a gurney. Her eyes flitted open a few times and she grasped Stiles’ hand before a nurse could try and drag him away.

“Sir, we need to get her to the ICU”

“You have to let go”

“I’m sorry, you can’t come with us beyond this point”

He kicked and fought to stay by her side. Security snatched him up because he became violent and attacked the staff. A fellow police officer grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away from the double doors.

It must’ve been hours before a doctor came to see him. Stiles shot out of his chair, his hands were shaking too much.

“It was hard but we managed to do the surgery. Y/N practically died because she wouldn’t let us operate on her”


“She wanted to see you”

Stiles walked into the white room to see the love of his life, connected to these tubes and wires. The sight made him want to cry. Her skin had become pale and her lips were dry, but he still thought she was beautiful, even at her absolute worse. She turned her head slightly when she saw him come in.

“Hey, loser”

Stiles laughed and held her hand. He tried his best not to let the tears fall from his eyes because he knew how much she hated seeing people cry. They didn’t talk much. Until he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I thought I lost you”

“I guess it’s my lucky day”

“Y/N, I shouldn’t have brought you out there, I’m sor—”

“Shh, I loved my cheese and crackers”

Stiles couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She gave a light chuckle and rubbed her thumbs in a circular motion on his hand.

“Tell me a secret,” she whispered.

He stammered and gave a dry swallow.

“I’ll tell you later. Let me get you a drink”

“Please, Stiles, now”

Her breathing was a bit spacey, but he didn’t think anything of it. Stiles smiled and kissed her forehead.

“I’ll have all the time in the world to tell you. Get some rest, I’ll be right back”

Her grip was strong, and her eyes were dull.

“Y/N, I promise. I’ll tell you everything”

He gave her a long kiss on the cheek then left the room. The vending machine was just around the corner. The machine kept sending his money back. When it finally went in, he saw nurses and doctors run down the hallway. He furrowed his eyebrows then wiped his face and sighed. The drink was room temperature, but it was cold enough as it went down his throat. So why did it still feel dry?

Stiles grabbed another drink and walked back to the room. The Pepsi splashed onto the floor as the can rolled away. He saw a crowd around her body, the monotone sound of a flatline buzzed through his ears, and his heart shattered when he saw the hand that he was just holding fall lifeless to the side. Stiles looked to the side, barely blinking, his eyes burning. He saw her murderer and his other best friend turn into the hallway. They both came to a halt when they made eye-contact. Allison shook her head began to cry. Stiles looked back at what was left of Y/N. This time the tears fell, and he couldn’t stop them. He felt as though time had frozen over and he was stuck in time.

He never got to say it.

Instead of three words, he heard four: she didn’t make it.


Originally posted by stallingdemons

“You don’t have to be bad, you know,” Peter mocked her. He was tired of hearing how could change. He didn’t want to change.

“No, thanks. I’ll pass”

Y/N laughed and shook her head.

“You say that now”

“No, I say that always”



She moved a box off one of the shelves and peered inside. Peter didn’t notice until he glanced over at her. He rushed over and snatched the pictures out of her hands.

“Who was that?”

“No one”

“Then why did she look like me?”

Peter sighed and looked at Y/N.

“You ever heard of a doppelgänger?”

Peter told Y/N the story about his first love.

Her name was Aryn.

She was in his opinion, not the most beautiful girl in the world but she was the most glorious person he’d ever known. Her mind was brilliant, and she always had a witty comment to tackle him with. Peter said that once he had fallen in love with the way her brain worked, he began to see how enchanting she truly was. No one ever made him fall head over heels like the way she did.

“This food is horrible”

“Then why do you eat it?”

“Because I’m hungry”

“Maybe the food is fine, maybe you’re the picky one. It’s not like it asked to be eaten”

“Well aren’t you the smart-aleck”

“Thank you for realizing my intelligence”

Peter attacked her and pinned her down in the field. She laughed making him fall in love with her even more.

“So, how did she die?”

“She found out what I was”

Peter closed the box and put it back on the shelf.

“And that’s what got her killed”

He turned around and wasn’t prepared to be attacked by Y/N.

She placed her ear on his chest and hugged him tightly.

“That’s why you push me away, isn’t it?”

Peter sighed and pried her off him.

“Y/N, hate to break it to ya, but, you will never be Aryn. Never”

Y/N looked down at her fingers and chuckled.

“Yeah, no, obviously”

A part of Peter began to regret what he said when he saw tears, pooling around her eyelids.


“I’m going to go have a look outside. I’ll leave you alone”

He watched as she walked away and out of the vault.

He kicked a nearby box and cursed under his breath.

Peter bent down to pick up the stuff that fell out of it when he came across an old envelope. The seal was still on it, suggesting he never opened it. He took out the letter that was inside and began to read:

Dear Peter,

Please forgive yourself.

I felt it in the wind and I felt it in the back of my throat.

There was this unmistakable dryness that I could not quench or run from. I want you to know that whatever shall happen to me, it was not your fault.

You have given me the greatest gift that anyone has given me—-passionate, unfiltered love. I can say that I lived a longer life than Juliet. That our love was not wasted.

I know you better than yourself sometimes.

I know that you’ll go the rest of your long life blaming yourself for my death. Don’t. You can’t control the universe and how it makes its decision.

My last request is that you move forward and let your heart pump with that passion that I have come to know quite well. Find someone to love, Peter. Don’t retreat to the darkness because you think that it’s the only solution. You don’t have to be bad.

I love you and I wish you happiness.

Sincerely Yours, the first woman that you’ll love and hopefully not the last,


Peter felt the wind being knocked out of him. She had written this the day she died. She knew this would happen. He looked back at the entrance to the vault. The guilt of Aryn’s death didn’t allow him to see straight. The denial that held inside prevented him from accepting the truth. It was a different feeling but it was on that made him feel good. Whenever he was with Y/N, whether it was him scolding her for disobeying him or having a light-hearted conversation, he was happy in his own screwed up way. He was dwelling in her presence. The reason why he was pushing her away was because he was scared of falling in love again. But it was too late. He already did.

He rushed outside of the vault and scoured the place looking for her. She came out of the school, the lights hitting her skin just the way he liked it.


His heart felt light and the world seemed to come to a halt.

“I didn’t find anything. I’m sorry”

“Forget about that”

“Seriously? What happened?”

“I realized something”

“That doesn’t sound good”

“No, it doesn’t”

Peter snapped his head over to a familiar voice. Kate grabbed Y/N by her hair and held her neck with her other hand. She shrieked in fear.

“How are you alive?”

“That’s no way to greet a friend. Didn’t you miss me?”

“Let her go!”

“Why? She’s leverage”

“It’s okay, Peter. It’s okay, I’m not Aryn, remember?”

A piece of him broke when she said that. He made her feel like she wasn’t worthy enough.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean—”

“I don’t care what’s going on between you two. I care about my revenge, I mean, look what you did to me”

Kate’s claws extended, and her skin morphed into a blue color with spots on her face.

“You have to pay for what you did”

“Let her go!”

Peter partially transformed and let out a roar making Kate laugh.

“Now that’s reaction I was looking for!”

“Peter, stop! Remember what I said, okay? You don’t have to be bad”

“I do,” Kate slid her sharp claws across Y/N’s throat.

Blood gushed out and Y/N clutched the area, falling forward.


Peter caught her before she fell and held her to his chest. Tears rushed down his face, his every being became rigid.

“Not again! Oh God, not again! I’m so sorry, Y/N, it’s all my fault”

She held his cheek and tried to smile before her body became cold and the world faded to black.  She always believed in him but now the thought of Peter being good was crushed as he held a dying Y/N in his arms.


Originally posted by evil-chimera

“Just promise me you won’t go out tonight”

Y/N sighed and picked up her bag. Jordan was always looking out for her ever since they met. He said it was this attraction that couldn’t explain. Like something was magnetizing him to her. They soon discovered that he was a hellhound and it was in his nature to protect the supernatural. Deaton said it was unusual for hellhounds to be strongly drawn to humans. Kira being the adorable fox she is, suggested that they were probably in love. In a way, she was right. He just didn’t know if she felt the same way for him.

“Why would I do that?”

“Y/N, I’m serious”

“I had plans”

“Cancel them”

“Jordan, come on, I–”

“Do I have to send a unit over to your place? Y/N, someone tried to attack you”

“Keyword being tried. You were there to protect me”

“What if I can’t be there the next time?”

Y/N walked over to Jordan and held his hands in hers.

“Look, the creep was at the club. I’m not working tonight so you have nothing to worry about”

He sighed and interlocked his fingers in-between hers. An urge passed through him and his skin began to sizzle. Within a second of looking at her eyes, he placed a kiss on her lips. It was, for a lack of better words, nice. She bit her lips to conceal a smile which was not working by the way. He placed two fingers on her chin, his eyes wide.

“Promise me”

“Fine but you have to come by later,” she ran her hands past his collarbones and rested them on his shoulders.

“You got a deal”

Y/N danced around her condo, moving from the kitchen to her living room and getting ready for a boring night inside. She flipped through the channels and hummed to a tune that was stuck in her head. Deciding to watch a rerun of I Love Lucy, she cut out little paper angels to send to her nieces back in Santa Monica. After thirty minutes had passed, her friend called her on the phone. They talked while Y/N went to go do the dirty dishes. When she hung up, she set the phone on the counter and went to use the bathroom.

Music blared from a speaker near the TV. She rushed to turn it off but she couldn’t find the off button so she unplugged it. A ring from the other side of the room made her jump. She ran for it and answered the call.


“Hey, Y/N, it’s me, Scott”

“Oh, hi Scott”

“Are you okay? You sound a little scared”

“I’m fine. Why are you calling on Jordan’s phone?”


“I can’t believe you assholes are out on a job without me!”

“Look, the last time you got hurt. Besides, it’s probably nothing”

“Put him on the phone”

“I can’t”

“Ugh, then put me on speaker”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll be there as soon as we finish up”

“Stiles, cut it out!”

“Great. Lydia and Stiles are there too? Way to exclude me from the group”

Jordan took the phone off the speaker to talk to you alone.

“Remember what I said earlier? It’s not a deal if I don’t hold up to the end of my bargain”

“Am I still on speaker?”

“No, why?”

“I hope that kiss wasn’t a way to get me to say yes”

“It was”


“But it meant something else too. I don’t give those away for free, you know”

“I don’t believe you”

“I’ll make you believe when I see you later. We’ll make it quick and then I’m all yours for the evening”

“Okay, bye, I love you”

“I love you too”

Joran hung up the phone and smiled then gasped when he realized what he said. The smile began to creep back when he realized what she said.

“I’ve never seen so much blood. Stiles is still passed out”

Scott laughed and looked in the back seat to find his unconscious friend. The constant flashing of light caught his attention. They weren’t on the way to his place. They were in a different neighborhood that was crawling in cop cars and ambulances. Scott shook Jordan’s arm. He turned around to reveal his bright, fiery eyes.


Jordan abruptly stopped the car and blinked his eyes a few times.

“Where are we?”

“I don’t know”

They heard a car door slam and looked at Lydia standing in front of the car. Scott and Jordan looked at each other before they got out and followed her. She stopped in front of a gurney and continued to stare at it. Scott moved to pull the sheet back when a police officer stopped him. Jordan showed him his badge and the officer took a step back. Scott continued to pull the sheet back and that’s when Lydia let out a sob. Scott wheeled around and held her in his arms. Jordan couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“W-What happened?”

“Friend called it in. She called the station saying the deceased wasn’t picking up her phone. A unit came by to check the place when they heard a glass being broken. The killer barely escaped just as they kicked down the door. Forensics will give you a better idea of how he killed her. It’s a damn shame. She was so young”

Jordan felt his body being consumed in flames.

He turned around and ran away from the crime scene. Scott ran after him.

“Parrish, stop!”

Jordan’s skin combusted in anger and his clothes slowly began to burn. Scott tried to stop him, but Jordan grabbed him the neck and flung him into a nearby car. He let out a roar and exposed the sharp teeth that replaced his human ones. Scott had never seen him this angry before.

“Don’t do this,” he strained.

“Y/N wouldn’t want you to—”

“She’s dead,” Jordan’s voice was now a deep howl.

“He must pay”

Scott watched as he disappeared into the night with no doubt in his mind that Jordan was going to kill again.


Originally posted by stiilesstilinski

The flashbacks came back again. The insistent recurring nightmares that he could never shake. Derek threw the glass against the wall and let out a grunt of frustration. His muscles tensed and there was nothing he could do to stop them from coming back.


Y/N turned around in fear as she heard a twig snap. Her heart pounded in the cold night. There was nothing around, it was nothing but silence. She looked up into the tree and saw bright blue eyes looking down on her. She made a run for it but it was too late. She was tackled to the floor. A scream belted from her chest but it soon turned into a giggle.

“I told you, you have to slow your breathing. I could hear you from a mile away”

“I was scared. You’re a pretty scary person, you know that, right?”

Derek smiled and shook his head.

“Scarier than hunters with guns and arrows?”


She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a long kiss. He crept his hand up her shirt and cupped his hands around her chest while dipping down to give playful bites on her neck.

“Scarier than the Kanima?”

Y/N let out a soft moan and bit her lip. He knew what to do to make her crumble. Derek loved the sound and taste of Y/N. She was his favorite thing to have.

“Can you please show me how?”

Derek met his lustful gaze with hers. It always amazed him to see how much she could match his passion.

“Turn me”


Derek lifted himself up and down on the pull-up bar. Y/N was bent on having him turn her ever since she found out he was an Alpha. Things were fine the way they were. Why would he want to change that?

“Derek, please. You tell me all the time about how I have to be careful because of the monsters that lurk in the dark but how am I supposed to protect myself?”

“I’ve been training you, haven’t I?”

“You and I both know that’s not going to do anything against a gun”

“I taught you what to do if someone points a gun at you”

“What are you going to do if I die, Derek?”

He dropped down from the bar and slowed his breathing from the workout. His eyes were cold, and his chest heaved up and down.

“You’re not going to”

“Why? Cause you’ll be there to protect me? Save that soft shit for someone else”

Y/N turned to leave the loft.

“Where are you going?”

“Does it matter? I’ll protect myself like you taught me”

The door slammed shut leaving Derek to think.

Why would she want that?

The walls rumbled as the sky roared with thunder. Derek held Y/N in his arms, rocking her back and forth while rubbing her back. She wanted him to turn her, so she wouldn’t have to be weak anymore. So, she wouldn’t lose him. Derek found it hard to resist her any longer. He cleaned up the cuts that were inflicted by her step-dad. Once he was done, he placed light kiss over them. Removing the pain from her body. They were in sync and knew what to do with each other. Y/N pulled her shirt over her head while Derek allowed her to remove his.

“There’s no going back. Once I do this–”

“I’m ready,” Y/N arched her neck away from him with a smile on her face.

Derek sucked in a breath and leaned down to kiss her soft skin. Seconds later, his teeth bore into her flesh, making her squirm around in pain. She dug her nails into his back and held back the shrill scream in the back of her throat. The blood trickled out of his mouth and onto his chest. When he was done, he carried her over to the bed and held her close to him.

“Thank you, Derek”

Derek looked at his reflection in the broken shards of the whiskey bottle. It happened so suddenly. He didn’t have enough time.

The constant patter from the window stirred Derek from his sleep. He felt a cold spot on the bed. He looked down to see blood drenching the bed. Y/N looked pale and her breathing was labored.

She turned around to look at him.

“Why am I not healing?”

Derek scrambled from his spot on the bed and held her close to him.

“Am I dying?”

“I knew it! I shouldn’t have bit you!”

She shook her head and started crying.

“Don’t do that, I shouldn’t have asked you”


“I’m cold, Derek”

“I’m so sorry,” tears streamed from his eyes and down onto her face.

“I lied”


“You’re not so scary. I only pretend because I didn’t want you to think I was weak”

Derek tried to take away her pain but it didn’t seem like it was doing anything.

“I love you, Derek”

He placed one last kiss on her forehead, then proceeded to touch his forehead with hers, daring not to move.

“Please don’t leave me, Y/N. I can’t live without you”

With her last drawing breath, she spoke softly, “Pretend it’s not scary…”

hearts don’t break around here

for the kindest soul I have met recently, I’m glad you exist @captofthesswolfstar It’s a bit messy but it’s fluffy.

It wasn’t a scene someone would be used to, a big shaggy dog messing around with a deer while a rat was munching on the cheese right in front of a tall lanky boy. The sandy haired boy didn’t seem bothered by the rat, he even smiled at him occasionally as he let the sun roam on his scarred skin. He looked broken but every piece was somewhere around him, not completely lost but not completely found. 

As the black dog slowly lied in front of him, he started patting his head absentmindedly and his long fingers made their way on their own scratching that one spot behind the dog’s ear. The black dog slowly morphed into a gorgeous man but he kept laying down, his eyes on the boy with questioning eyes.

“Say, Remus…”


“What will happen in 10 years?”

“I don’t know Pads,” replied Remus lazily, it had been a week since the last full moon and his eyes couldn’t fight the beauty of the warmth that radiated from the sun. “I can’t imagine my life after the next full moon, don’t ask me to see that far into the future.”

“Do you think, maybe, we’d still be together?”

Remus suddenly sat upright, it was an unexpected question and a rude one.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asked angrily.

“No, no,” said Sirius as he pushed himself up to stare the werewolf in the eyes. “You got me wrong, I’m just– I just feel like I have the potential to royally fuck up what we have and I– well, I’m scared.”

“Where’s this coming from?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night and I thought about the future until 4 am,” explained Sirius. “I realised I would give anything to have you with me every step of the way and I don’t know why I asked you, I guess–”

“You were being you,” cut off Remus grinning. “Of course we are going to be together in 10 years.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because no one else would deal with your 50 minute hair ritual Pads and because no one would love me the way you do,” he smiled bitterly.

“But of course they would,” began Sirius as he intertwined his fingers with Remus’. “I bet there are loads of other people who will love you better than I do.”

“And who told you that?” he asked trying to lift Sirius’ gaze from the grass to his face. “You are just assuming things, as you do.”

“It’s just that with this ‘war’ going on around us,” said Sirius as he pulled few grass, “I feel like I’m bound to go bad.”

Sirius,” scolded Remus softly. “You are not a bad person, you are a good person who bad things have happened to. Just because your mother is a maniac does not mean that you will go bad.”

Sirius tried to reply but Remus raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

“I mean James would probably die before he lets you go to the other side,” he laughed. “But jokes aside, I trust you Sirius and I hope you value my trust enough not to break it.”

“Of course I do,” replied Sirius sounding a little offended. He lied back down his head on Remus’ lap as the amber eyed boy twirled his fingers in Sirius’ pitch black hair. “As long as you guys are here, I’m here, too. I would never leave you alone.” 

“I don’t know if we can get married but–”

“We don’t have to,” mumbled Sirius. “We’ll get a small place, I’ll become an auror like I always wanted to and you’ll work at Hogwarts as a defense against the dark arts teacher or something.”

“I always thought you would make an amazing healer,” suggested Remus, his eyes fixed on the rat walking on the deer. “You are the reason I don’t scar like I used to.”

“Those are just potions and–”

“My mum uses the same potions Pads, you are talented,” Remus assured him. Sirius’ grey eyes shone warmer under the sunlight, kind and welcoming. “Just think about it, it’s a suggestion.”

“I will,” replied Sirius as his lip curled up. He grabbed the free hand of Remus and kissed each bruised knuckle. Maybe the werewolf was right, he could help a lot of people, maybe find the redemption he had been looking for his family’s sins. “How is it that you see the best in me all the bloody time?”

“You are dating me and you talk about seeing the best in someone, have you seen me at a full moon?”

They both started laughing, it had taken a good time but Remus was now joking about the furry little problem of his. 

“I have,” said Sirius after he caught his breath. “I wouldn’t change anything about you if they gave me the world and you know that.”

“Because you are weird Sirius Black,” said Remus as he shook his head.

“Imperfect is perfect,” he replied with a smirk and the deer morphed back into a tall messy haired boy and caught the rat with his fast reflexes.

“Trying to run away Wormy? I know the lovebirds are boring as fuck,” teased James and Sirius replied by blowing a raspberry. 

“Sod off, Potter,” said Remus, he had a mischievous smile on his face. “How’s it going with Lily, anyways?”

“I hate you,” he answered as he let go of the rat who was struggling to get away. “Oh, hi there Petey.”

“’Hi there Petey’” mocked Peter, making a pretty good imitation of James. “Really you guys seemed so serio– umm, deep in conversation?”

“We were discussing how long it will take for Prongs to ask Evans out,” lied Sirius, just to mess with James. “We have a bet going on.”

“I’m sorry, you wanker,” he snapped. “Didn’t it take you two to come to terms with your fucking feelings– what was it Petey?”

“16 months.”

“Yeah, thanks- sixteen bloody months,” continued James. Remus snorted as Sirius bit his lip trying not to laugh. Peter was just staring from James to Sirius, trying to understand when he will have to hold James back from attacking Sirius. “I rue the day you guys got together.”

“There, there Prongs,” consoled Remus. “I’m sure you and Lily will have small Potters running around in no time.”

The boys all laughed at this snark remark from the werewolf and Sirius kept drawing in his palm with his finger. Ten years looked so far in the future but somehow now it wasn’t as hard to imagine as it was last night at 3.30 am. Sirius wouldn’t have imagined his future as he does now four years ago but he let the warmth take over as he stared at the shining eyes of Remus and his small scar on his left cheek. Imperfect was completely perfect. 

Reaction To Their S/O Having A Bad Period Day

Suggested: ‘Lowkey need a nct 127+smrookies reaction to the reader having a bad day with periods. Cramps, mood swings, chocolate cravings, the whole shabang.’

A/N: I’m going to make the SM Rookies one separate and link it later… Enjoy^^
- Admin Finn


Originally posted by taeiljaeh

Taeil is always smiling himself when he wants you to smile.
He’d know you’d had a difficult day and would try to uplift your spirit, suggesting an evening of staying and watching Chopped as the two of you binge on an assortment of snacks.
“I want cookie-dough…”
“No, you could get sick… You already feel bad-”
“Only like 0.43% of people who eat raw cookie-dough get sick-”
“That’s a chance I’m not willing to take… I’ll give you a foot massage instead-”


Originally posted by pawjohnny

Initially, I don’t he’d be fond of your mood swings or sudden snarky behavior. However, once he realized you were having a difficult day due to your period he’d feel a bit sympathetic, assuring you he would take care of everything and that you should just rest.
“It hurts ㅠㅠ”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would have made you breakfast and let you rest this morning…”


Originally posted by taesyong

In all honesty, he’d try to be sweet and comforting, noticing your irritability. However, once you nag him and scold him harshly for making small mistakes he’d probably misread that as a sign that you wanted to be left alone…


Originally posted by hey-uta

He wouldn’t really be sure what to do, texting his sister to ask for any quick fixes or tricks, etc…
He’d do a lot of spontaneous things for you, babying you as he told you to rest and take the pain reliever he offered.
“Babe, take this and then you can go back to napping.”
“I’ll nap with you~”


Originally posted by tenrais

Doyoung is someone who you’d probably easily find annoying when dealing with your cramps and cravings.
He’d misunderstand why you were so snappy, nearly starting an argument. Once you complained to him about it all he’d ask way too many questions and most likely fail to satisfy you.
“I got you chocolate- I’ll give it to you if you ask nicely this time tho-”
“Just give it to me… This is white chocolate…”
“Why are you such a terrible boyfriend?”


Originally posted by why-jaehyun

He’d be a bit down that you were down, sad to see you in pain… He’d do everything you asked, still knowing it wasn’t enough.
Falls into an angsty stupor in blaming himself for being useless… You’d have to assure him it was alright and that you appreciated his help.
“I’m sorry I’m a terrible boyfriend-”
“Buddy, you’re not-”


Originally posted by nctaezen

He’d feel awful, hoping that snuggling and spoiling you would be enough to make you happy once again.
It’d be a really sweet and diligent side of him that you hadn’t seen before, usually you’re the one who looks after him, not the other way around-


Originally posted by haecha

A bit lost, but he still tries to be a happy virus and cheer you up.
“Do you want cheese in your ramyun?”
“Alright, I present to you extra cheesy, Mark style, ramyun!”
“You’re so cheesy…”
“I know^^”


Originally posted by haecha

Similarly to Taeyong, he’d probably misread you…
He’d crack a few jokes once you told him the situation, hoping to cheer you up.
“At least you’re not dying.”
“…I feel like I am.”

Highway (Part 3)

Originally posted by giantmonster

Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Wordcount: 1,895

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It really wasn’t so bad, after all.

Bucky Barnes definitely had a way with his charm, serving it with a syrupy smirk and sparkling baby blues.

The shadiness of the burger joint that he’d taken you to so late at night was nearly forgotten when he had convinced you to eat out in the restaurant’s small patio. It wasn’t anything special, it was dirty and old and crawling with all sorts of critters, and it was a warm night out, but this complete stranger had a way of making you forget the imperfections of the late night outing.

The lighting was dim and, much to Bucky’s visible dismay, flickering in and out, but it was just enough for you to see him clearly across the small white table. It became obvious that he was feeling the heat as well when he peeled off his jacket, and you couldn’t help but eye the layers of tattoos that met your eyes when he leaned his left arm on the table. The sleeve of tattoos was chaotic perfection and it was sexy. Your eyes discovered reaches of Russian characters, roses, large orchestrations of black ink, but there were two names that stood out, Winifred and George, on his forearm. 

You opted to not ask about the names, seeing as the beautiful cursive had brought dates under them. Maybe it was something personal, but then again, weren’t all tattoos supposed to be a bit personal?

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Jughead X Fem!Reader- Pool Party

My first requests! Pretty much what it says in the title! Thank you to @ficbucket ! I combined the two because I thought they worked as a pair haha Hope you enjoy! (I know I said they’d take longer but I couldn’t resist)

Flips between Second and Third person, dependent on point of view again so yeah, so I hope it makes sense! Tips, pointers and constructive criticism is always welcome ^^

Warnings: None!

Words: 1588


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itsnotokbutwereallright  asked:

Congrats on your milestone! Excited to follow you! I'd like to request Darcy/Bucky and who knows the number because of formatting but it's "we're always making stupid bets like 'bet you can't drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce' but then you did and now you're sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you." Extra points for any of the other Avengers that show up! Thanks for taking prompts!

@itsnotokbutwereallright  Thank you <3 <3 <3 Oh, hey, y’know those kids in school who got really excited at the prospect of extra credit?? That was me ;) Please enjoy, lovely!

Prompt: “we’re always making stupid bets like ‘bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and I feel really bad here let me look after you.“

Pairing: Bucky x Darcy

Rating: G

Notes: references to vomiting, description is very vague though.

The thing about Darcy was, she wasn’t ever going to save people from a burning building, or rescue an entire ferry full of passengers from alien explosives.

No, she decided to prove herself in smaller ways.

Darcy had silly contests going with the Avengers.

They didn’t mind during their off-time and she did end up feeling pretty good about herself when she could finish eating an entire Caramel Apple Pie before Steve did. (“Make a cheesecake next time,” Steve said amiably after he’d admitted defeat. “And I’ll definitely win.”)

Darcy knew that any contest with Bruce had to be handled with care. She was mulling over what to do when a she heard a tiny ‘mew’ by a trashcan outside the facility.

“Okay,” she said to a bemused Dr. Banner when she returned to the labs. “First person who the kitty chooses as their bestie wins.”

Over the next several days she made kissy noises at it, she called it ‘a pretty baby’, she tried giving it bits of cheese. Still, it did nothing but stare balefully back at her from behind the trashcan. Then one day she was headed out with a can of tuna when she saw that Bruce had beaten her to it. The small, incredibly fluffy grey tabby was rubbing itself along his leg. Bruce looked up at her and smiled.

So, Darcy lost that one technically, but she’d definitely have the image of Bruce with a kitten perched on his shoulder forever. From then on, Faraday the cat lived in Bruce’s quarters.

It was difficult to enter a contest with a billionaire genius but Pepper, once she got wind of what Darcy was up to, gave her an idea.

“I’ll give you both a shopping list, and you complete it,” Pepper told them, while driving to town.

“Alright, pumpkin,” Tony said smoothly. “Where do you want us to shop? Barney’s? Cartier? Tiffany’s?”

Darcy held back a whine. Those places were above her paygrade, literally.

But Pepper just smiled patiently, eyes twinkling. “Target,” she said, as she pulled into the parking lot. She handed them both a list. “First person to meet me back at the car with exactly everything on this list wins.”

Thirty minutes later, Darcy was sprinting through the parking lot (not exactly safe, but she was in it to win it), plastic shopping bags in each hand, to a smiling Pepper.

Tony was already there, grinning smugly at her.

Pepper checked their lists with the contents of their bags.

“Sorry, kid,” Tony told her, looking not at all sorry.

“Actually, I said ‘exactly everything on this list’,” Pepper informed him. “So while you were faster than Darcy, she has everything on the list.”

“What’d I miss??! Pens? Double-Stuf Oreos? I know I got the toilet paper, I nearly knocked down some guy to get it!”

“You’re not missing anything. In fact, you have too much. Tony,” Pepper said, reproachfully. “Why in the world did you buy ten decorative mason jars?”

“I couldn’t help it! The Target Dollar section is right there!” Tony despaired.

She was sprawled out on the common room couch, playing on her phone.

“Heard you bake pies,” came Barnes’ voice from behind her. She nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned to glare at him right in his rakish grin and pretty blue eyes.

“Ooh no you don’t. I am not entering anymore eating competitions with supersoldiers. That stomachache nearly killed me last time!”

He grinned. “Not a pie eatin’ contest, sweetheart. I want one.”

Darcy saw her opportunity immediately. The chance to triumph (however small and silly) over the Winter Solider? Hells yes.

“Yeah? You’ll have to bet me for it.”

“I know. I’ve heard about your little contests. When I beat you –“


“- at Mario Kart, I want a chocolate peanut butter pie,” Bucky said, sauntering away. He pointed a bionic index finger at her. “Don’t skimp on the peanut butter.”

“And what if I win?”

Barnes looked her up and down, and smirked. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

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next-door-writer  asked:

I want grilled cheese

Ok, so what you do it grab your bread (make sure it’s that good whole grain stuff, not that bleached white bread crap), cheese of your choice, some of that good ol’ mayonnaise (not the instrument), and maybe a teeny tiniest bit of good ol’ butter to be healthy. Next, get your handy dandy butter knife and slather that creamy mayo onto one side of each slice of bread. Get your cheese out and get as much cheesy goodness you want because treat yo self amiright. Then, turn on your stove and smack a pan on top of the fire. Put your lil bit of butter in and let it melt into a pool of delicious grease. Slap a slice into the pan with the mayo side facing down. Sprinkle that mountain of cheese and slap another piece of bread on top (mayo facing out). Flip that goodness over when you feel like it is crispy enough. If you like it burnt, go right ahead and verbally roast it. After your have savagely roasted it and it has lost it’s will to live, give that thing a smack down with the spatula to show it who’s boss. Slide it out of the pan when you’re satisfied with your creation. Don’t worry about it being hot because ain’t nobody got time for that. Now you can nom and devour your newborn grilled cheese child.

“Do you remember how to treat hypothermia?” he asked, in case it came to that.

“Application of gentle heat to head, neck, chest and groin,” Malfoy said through chattering teeth. “Do you never listen, Potter?”

“We don’t have any heating charms,” Harry mused, and then inspiration struck. Maybe he had prepared for the exam. In a sense. “The sandwiches! They’re still a bit warm.” Why hadn’t he thought of it before?

Malfoy shot him a look that suggested he’d lost his mind. “Potter, if you think I’m about to shove a cheese sarnie down my pants, or press one to my neck, then you’re obviously the one suffering from hypothermia. It induces idiocy, I’m told, although in your case it’s rather hard to tell.”

This was a bit rich coming from a wand-less, coat-less, jumper-less icicle, Harry thought.
—  Hot and Cold by who_la_hoop

Imagine: Hiking with Sam.

Sam x Reader

Content: Fluff & Smutty beginnings

Request @har-rystyles: Hiiii! Hope you’re well, I absolutely adore your work! Your way with words is just beautiful. If it’s alright, could I request a Sam/Reader fic? Loads of fluff, with a large helping of smut on the side; perhaps where the reader is interested in photography? A walk through the woods with Sam and her camera, or small intimate moments where the reader cant help but capture every detail of Sam that she adores- take it wherever you want! Thank you Xx

Salt mingled in the cool morning breeze, drifting through the forest carrying the scent of the sea from the west. The relaxing psithurism soothed and excited your mind drawing unending waves of energy despite the early hour. As the crisp air kissed your cheeks you grinned unrestrained at the path before you as if the babble of the creek to your right spoke amusing tales to the canopy of new green above. Lingering snow in the pockets of shadows patched the browns of tree bark with bright white allowing the infantile shoots of grass and flowers to appear in the richest of greens. You paused on the path leaning back ten degrees to view the scene through the lens of your camera. You twisted the focusing ring to compensate for the wide landscape and clicked.

“Did you get a good shot?” Sam’s voice; as soft as the spongy soil below your boots, warm like the dancing rays of sunlight drifting through the leaves, and as clear as the brook following the path, asked.

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Cuddles in a Coat

In a lot of ways, Adrien Agreste isn’t a normal teenage boy. He’s a model, he has a bodyguard, he’s secretly a superhero….

But just like any other teenager, he’ll stubbornly refuse to admit when an adult was right. Even if he ends up freezing because of it.

(FF.net) (AO3)

Adrien repressed yet another shiver as a gust of wind blew across the plaza under the Eiffel Tower. Nathalie shot another critical glance his way, but he stubbornly refused to look the least bit cold.

He wasn’t going to let her have the satisfaction of being right.

One hour earlier

“Adrien! We need to get going so we arrive at the runway on time!” Nathalie called through Adrien’s door. “Your father will be very displeased if we arrive late!”

“Coming, coming,” Adrien called back, hurriedly closing the Ladyblog’s write-up on the latest akuma attack. Alya had gotten some really great photos of Ladybug during the last fight, and he had maybe lost track of time a little bit while he gazed at them. Nothing beat the real thing, of course, but since he couldn’t hang out with Ladybug 24/7, the Ladyblog was the next best thing. “Plagg, finish your cheese and get in my jacket.”

“Is that what you’re wearing to the event?” Plagg asked a bit dubiously, even as he finished the last of his cheese with a gulp. He sat back on his haunches, making no effort to move. “Are you sure?”

Adrien glanced down at himself and saw nothing wrong. His dark jeans were dressier than his usual ones, yet were casual enough that he wouldn’t be overdressed. He had on a lightweight green long-sleeved top, covered by an equally lightweight black jacket. It was perhaps an outfit more suited to an indoor event this late in the fall, but he had been out as Chat Noir earlier during an akuma attack and it had been surprisingly warm. “Yes?”

“Adrien, we need to leave right away!”

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Rooftops: Mikey x Reader


Requested by: Anonymous

Hello (⌒▽⌒) god I absolutely love you and your blog! Your an awesome writer! ♥‿♥ if it’s not to much trouble could you please write a Mikey x reader were the reader is on the roof playing video games on there laptop or something and he’s watching there cute reaction and then he trips and reveals himself but there super chill and invites him to play or chill with them please? Is this to pacific? I don’t want to pressure you I just thought this would be cute 😂

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The First Deal

Mabel woke up silently, for once in her life. No over-exaggerated yawning, or immediately leaping up to bounce on the bed, or loudly greeting the day and every single object and person in sight. She just… woke up.

She blinked her eyes open, her gaze resting on the ceiling of the attic she had come to know as her new home, then immediately flopped her head onto its side on the pillow to look over to her sibling, who hovered just above his own bed on the other end of the room. His bed was unmade, but she knew it was only because they hadn’t touched it since the last time Dipper properly slept there. Somehow, it felt like they hadn’t spent the night up here together in weeks when only a few long, long days had passed.

Her twin was wearing the same outfit (sans hat) that he’d basically worn all summer–so far, it seemed, much like a ghost, his appearance was permanently affixed to the vest-and-shorts attire he’d worn when they faced a certain triangle for the final time. Gravity, apparently, could act on his clothes, considering how they hung off him as he floated, but nothing else in this reality. His eyes stared intently at the ceiling, and one of those new appendages attached at his lower back twitched the slightest bit every few seconds. The tiny wings were rather adorable, even though they looked far too much like a bat’s and they were just limply hanging off of him as he laid in the air. Of course, she’d prefer if they weren’t there at all, because Dipper wasn’t supposed to have little wings. Nor was he supposed to be floating. Nor sporting a permanently black sclera in his eyes darker than her worst nightmares and a piercing, burning gold for pupils.

Lots of things were wrong here. Impossible things.

Yet… well, if she was waking up now, and it appeared that none of this was a horrifying dream after all, then they’d have to accept it.

(Fully accepting was likely going to take a while.)

“Hey, Mabel,” Dipper muttered, not even bothering to glance over to her.

“Hey, Dips,” she replied quietly, dropping her gaze from him to his unmade bed. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“…I don’t think I’m able to s̨l͘e̶ep̀ anymore.” She’d heard a little bit of the new echo in his voice that time, and she tried to not shudder at it.

They continued in their respective positions for another minute or two, the air thick.

Before Mabel could think the question over completely, she asked, “What were you doing, then?” After all, the circles around his eyes made him look exactly like that one time he literally spent the whole night reading mystery novels. He wouldn’t look like that right now (even after the… transformation he endured, which must’ve been excruciatingly painful) if he didn’t need sleep to begin with, right?

Dipper winced, and her heart dropped to her stomach, desperately hoping that whatever part of that that was the wrong thing to say wouldn’t hurt him too much.

“You wanna go see if Grunkle Stan’s up?” he asked back, not-so-tactfully changing the subject and not sounding as nonchalant as he had probably tried for. She merely nodded and crawled her way out from under her blankets. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this exhausted; honestly, how did their grunkle expect them to get a decent amount of sleep after all of that?

She couldn’t help but notice that Dipper was being oh-so-careful to not actually touch the bed or the floor as he slid down. His sneakers still floated about half an inch over the wood boards. He was probably afraid of trying to touch things in the high likelihood that he’d merely go right through them. She couldn’t blame him.

She patted down her purple polka-dot pajama pants, then held out her hand to him, pasting on a little smile. He returned the smile gratefully and grasped her hand with his own, taking heed to not prick her with those new claw things at the ends of his fingers. (A thought flew through her mind, tutting that they’d be much less menacing if she painted them pink. That made her smile a little more genuine.)

She led him out and down the stairs- ignoring how he got a little lazier and floated along without actually moving his legs- and paused once they had reached the first floor.

Still holding hands, they peered into the kitchen. There sat Grunkle Stan nursing a steaming mug of coffee, looking every bit his age, yet not caring and drinking more watered-down burnt beans than he should.


Stan happened to glance up and noticed them- well, really, only Mabel, but it was a safe assumption to say that Dipper was likely right next to her- once they’d been there for almost a full minute. He did his usual morning greeting- a rather gross-sounding grunt- and took a long sip out of his mug. Mabel took the invitation and walked further into the kitchen, gripping something invisible in her hand- yep, that must’ve been her twin.

“Whaddya want for breakfast? We’ve still got some cereal, or I can whip up some Stan-cakes and eggs-”

Mabel glanced over to the side before interrupting him. “Um, we’re not really hungry.”

“Me neither,” Stan admitted, “but I still gotta feed you kids. It’s kinda part of my job as your grunkle, and breakfast’s the most important meal of the day, and all that crap.” He set his mug down on the table and leaned back on his chair with a weary sigh. “I wanna be able to say I at least did that when your parents get here.”

“What?” Mabel cried out. “Why are they coming?”

“Gravity Falls made its way into national news as the center of all the weird that started everywhere.” That’s one of the first things he learned when Mark and Anna were finally able to get a call through the incredibly busy phone lines; though he was unsurprised by the fact, he couldn’t have found out on his own, since the TV currently didn’t work. “No one outside the town actually understands what happened, of course, but I get why your folks are scared.” He sunk further down and rested the back of his head on the top edge of his chair, folding his arms over his stomach. “Though I’m glad they had the decency to call first, I’m really not looking forward to them screaming at me.”

Mabel’s face somehow looked even more distraught. “Do they think all of this is your fault?! That’s so unfair! You didn’t do anything wrong!” Goosebumps ran up the arm grasping air; everyone had figured out rather quickly that Dipper’s presence caused a chill, especially when he was upset.

“Actually, I did everything wrong,” he corrected, coming off harsher than he intended. “And I’m not enough of a coward to not admit that some of this is my fault. Though they’re probably never going to talk to me again after, if they can help it, nor let you two stay here.” He looked up to Mabel’s face and the space where Dipper’s surely was, then picked back up his coffee and muttered halfheartedly, “Good riddance.”

When he took a few more sips of his coffee, then realized that the twins were still standing in the exact same spot, the visible one wearing the exact same facial expression, he relented on what he had said before. “Alright, I’ll let you two off without breakfast just this once, but don’t tell anyone.”

Mabel gave a microscopic nod, likely answering for both of them, and shuffled away towards the living room.

He took a deep breath once she was out of sight, and considered getting yet another cup of coffee, when she meekly reappeared.

“Dipper wanted to know when they’ll get here.”

Stan grunted out a response. “Eh, probably late today or early tomorrow. That’s if there isn’t too much panicking going on on the roads, though.”

She nodded yet again- man, he was not used to her lack of loudness and enthusiasm- and walked back out.

Frankly, though, he couldn’t blame her for acting out-of-character. He couldn’t deny that he was, too.

Stanley Pines was never scared, no matter what name and identity he went by. Yet, somehow, he was scared now- for Dipper, for Mabel, for all the people in the world who now would suffer the presence of demons (that weren’t awkward and dorky like Dipper, because that kid couldn’t possibly become as evil as Bill and his friends, he was physically and mentally incapable of such inhumanity, he was sure of it)… and, if he was being really honest, for himself.

(An old man was allowed to secretly wish he could be with his grandniece and grandnephew for a little longer, right? Even if he knew that he had screwed up their lives far beyond repair, just like he did to his brother? And couldn’t do absolutely anything about it except ask for forgiveness? Forgiveness that even Ford wasn’t quite willing to give him yet?)

Stan bowed his head over his mug, which only contained a few last drops of black clinging to ceramic, the strong perfume of coffee not helping him as much as he pretended it did throughout his lengthy, disappointment-filled lifetime.


Mabel wasn’t sure anymore if being in the living room was any better than the kitchen, where the food that Dipper couldn’t eat (in his current condition, at least) sat there and mocked him. Here, his own just-barely-obtained and uncontrolled powers spat in his face.

The room was still drained and in disarray from when Dipper had appeared, realized what he’d become, and had a bit of a… meltdown, for lack of a better term (though Mabel wished she could come up with a word that sounded a lot nicer). The top half of the walls had lost their color, which had dripped down and puddled on the floor. The windows and TV screen had cracked, and currently stood about one puff of air away from completely shattering. Stuffing poked out from the marred and shredded couch cushions. There were wrappers, cheese puffs, and chips lying on the floor and every other available surface, but that part honestly wasn’t much different from before.

The lightbulb had been the first thing to explode when Dipper… yeah. There was plenty of sunlight streaming in through the severely damaged window glass, though, due to the time of day, so it wouldn’t have been needed, anyways.

If Mabel hadn’t valiantly swooped into action when he had started the… well, there really wasn’t a better word for it, was there? The room would probably be in a much worse state without her immediate action to calm her brother down then.

(They all knew he could probably fix all of this to look and function like before with a deal, but no one was about to make him do demony things yet, or make him feel any worse about his newly-infused inhumanity, especially Dipper himself.)

She trudged to the old, beaten-up couch and dropped into it like a heavy stone, and he mimicked the gesture on the adjacent couch cushion, again preventing himself from actually touching it, never letting go of her hand.

Her stomach chose to gurgle at her a few seconds later, calling for attention.

Both twins jerked their line of sight towards the growl in surprise. Mabel quickly got over the unexpected noise disrupting their silence- though, honestly, it should’ve been expected- and frowned at her belly, as if it offended her. “Quiet, you.”

She heard a subtle snicker next to her. She glanced over to see that Dipper was wearing the tiniest smile at the sight of his sister scolding her stomach. His hand had even warmed the slightest bit. Her own lip twitched up in response, pleased to see his mood brighten a little.

Her stomach released an even louder groan that sounded something like Waddles trying to meow.

Both burst into giggles, which quickly grew into cackling laughter louder than all of the patterns on Mabel’s many sweaters combined, because things became hilarious when you were tired and your life had officially gone off the deep-end into permanent demonic territories less than 24 hours ago and you were now scared of things that were much more terrifying than claymation movies and ancient teddy bears, and they only became funnier when Grunkle Stan started shouting from the kitchen to keep it down because he was certainly going to get deafer at this rate.

Neither even noticed that Dipper’s laughter sounded a lot harsher and closer to demented than it used to.

When they finally calmed down into sporadic chuckles, Dipper’s attention returned to why they started in the first place- apparently, Mabel was very hungry. “You, uh, sure you don’t wanna eat?” he asked warily, though still a little less concerned than he would’ve been without all that laughing to get him feeling more like his old self.

“No, I don’t really have an appetite,” she replied, as if it was an everyday occurrence for her to not want to eat- which it wasn’t. “I just wish this little grubber would agree with me!” she exclaimed as she finally let go of Dipper’s hand (how they managed to hold on to each other through that whole laugh-attack, neither knew) and squished up her belly with both of her own.

As if in response, it growled at her again. And Dipper was starting to look like a worry-wart.

She groaned, for she knew that Dipper was going to insist on her getting some breakfast, even though she really didn’t want it, both for his sake and for the fact that the thought of having even cereal wasn’t a pleasant one. It practically made her gag.



Before, it was always her pulling a puppy-dog look at him to get what she wanted, but it seemed that roles had reversed. Now, her brother’s face had contorted into something so sad and worried and guilty. She didn’t stand a chance against such an honest expression of love and concern.

She groaned even harder and averted her eyes shamefully. “Fine, Dip-butt! I’ll go get something, but only if you shut your pie-hole about it.”

As if pouncing on the words before Mabel could even think of taking them back, Dipper rushed out an eager “D̢҉e̢̕a̢͜͡l̸͠!” just as she finished her sentence, and a small blue flame puffed out his hands.

Both blinked, then their eyes widened as they realized what just happened.

Unintentionally, the twins had made their first demonic deal with each other.

Dipper’s golden pupils were quickly shrinking at the same time as his face was paling to paper white in horror, and the air around them was getting sapped of all heat. Mabel lifted up her hands to do something, but couldn’t figure out what. “Wait, Dip-” she began, only to falter in how to finish.

The TV and windows finally decided to shatter spectacularly, and the upholstered furniture started to peel, and Dipper vanished.

“D-Dipper?” Mabel whispered, confused and scared by the sudden disappearance. She frantically stood up and looked around the room. “Dipper, where are you? Come back!” Fear clenched her heart, and her voice rose into panicked octaves. “Are you okay, bro-bro? Why can’t I see you?! Dipper, come back!

She could hear a chair screeching as it scraped the floor, then footsteps plodding toward her. “Mabel, what happened?” Grunkle Stan called as he made his way to the living room. Just as he got around the corner, there was a knock at the door.


Wendy nervously tapped the toe of her boot to a frantic beat as she waited for one of the Pines to answer and let her in. Though she had never cared that much about her appearance in the first place, she knew she looked rather ragged and sleep-deprived as she stood there, especially with her lip gnawed raw from biting it and her fidgety, paranoid looks about her surroundings when nothing had ever spooked her or tackled her down in this part of the town. (Well, in normal conditions, anyway.)

Honestly, she was not entirely sure why she had come to the Shack in the first place. Yes, Dipper and Mabel were her friends, and… stuff happened that she was still trying to comprehend, but she doubted she could actually be of much help at the moment. Nothing about this whole complicated mess could be resolved with her axe or her wit.

A few seconds after she knocked, she heard the resident grumpy old man shout in her general direction, irritated, “Who’re you?!”

“Wendy!” she shouted back through the door, then decided to just let herself in like usual. She walked in to see him and Mabel, neither properly dressed for the day (though she’d seriously considered not bothering with such things, either, before coming), inspecting their immediate surroundings, eyebrows drawn together.

“Uh, hey,” she greeted, attempting to maintain her normal attitude. “What are you guys looking for?”

“Dipper disappeared,” Stan grunted, not mentioning how only Mabel could really say that, seeing as he’d already disappeared for everyone else almost a week ago.

“I thought you could always see him?” she asked the girl, who made an odd gesture between a nod and a shrug.

“I guess he teleported or something,” she muttered, sniffling and rubbing at her nose with the back of her hand.

“Huh.” As she walked in, she pointlessly looked around as well, and noted how cold air still lingered around them. In that case, he was likely still in the house. “Did you try your room?”

Mabel mumbled out something kinda like “Was about to” before sprinting up the stairs.

As she did that, Wendy turned her attention to her boss- well, she assumed he still was, even though the Mystery Shack hadn’t been open for business lately. “So, uh, how’re you guys doing?”

“Good, but we’d be better if you didn’t ask,” he muttered near-instinctively, for his heart wasn’t really in it.

She knew she actually wasn’t that much older than the twins, but she couldn’t help but feel a much bigger age gap right now. “No, really.”

Stan seemed to secretly appreciate her attempt to act like an adult. “About as good as you can expect. I don’t know what’s going on between them half the time, and it’s a little harder to be a grunkle to an invisible kid.” He glanced up to the ceiling, where they could hear Mabel rummaging through the attic and shouting her brother’s myriad of nicknames. “Like right now- I have no idea what happened, just that it got both of ‘em upset. And Mabel’d been laughing her head off right before that, too. Bipolar, those kids.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Wendy assured with a thin smile. “Me and Soos and everyone else has got your back, Stan. Yours and Dipper’s and Mabel’s.”

Clearly trying to not sound touched, because he always acted too tough for feelings, he said, “Too bad you’re all idiots.” Her smile now felt more natural.

A louder thump was heard upstairs, sounding like something heavy fell, and Mabel was threatening her brother to come out or face her bedazzler.

Stan merely grumbled, “We should probably help her out.”

Wendy nodded and propelled herself up the stairs, reaching the top much faster than him. “Yo, can I come in?”

She peered in once Mabel gave her the affirmative, and realized she’d never seen the twins’ room before. It looked rather disheveled, but she was pretty sure a lot of the mess had happened within the past few minutes. The temperature caused Wendy to shudder, yet Dipper was (apparently) still nowhere to be found. And Mabel looked very desperate to find him. Where else in the Shack would he go hide?

“Hm… It’s technically not in the Shack, but he might be on the roof,” Wendy suggested once the thought came to her.

“You’re right!” Mabel turned to face her excitedly. “Why didn’t we think of it before? Come on!” She leaped back toward the staircase, and gestured for the other two to follow her.

“Don’t bother, Stan, we’re going to the roof,” Wendy informed him, as he was about halfway done with his arduous trek up the stairs. She heard him curse under his breath as he turned to go back down.

The two girls reached the ladder at the same time, but Mabel climbed up first. Wendy poked her head out the trapdoor on the roof just as Mabel was rushing over to that one spot Dipper always sat, where she directed her anger and relief.

Wendy shyly waved, just in case Dipper was looking in her direction, and went back down the ladder. She was pretty sure it’d be better to let the twins talk privately. As she lowered the door, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. Hey, she wasn’t as useless as she thought after all.


He knew Mabel was near him before she’d started loudly calling him variations of “Dipper”. The twin-link (as he and his sister had started to refer to it) didn’t only mean that they could see and touch each other. He could feel the distress tightening her chest painfully (and not the funny kind of pain, either- wait, no, he’s not supposed to think there is a funny kind of pain), and could even approximately determine her location, if he focused enough on the link.

He hovered over the shingles on the Shack’s roof, which looked like they were precariously holding on for dear life. How the house didn’t fall apart as much as it could’ve during the battle, he had no idea.

When the “deal” happened (no no no, why’d he have to turn it into a deal?), he had actually gone straight to the place with those demon sheep, first, hoping their cuddliness would soothe the conflicting emotions roiling in his belly. (Even though it was such a small thing he agreed to, he had felt the tiniest bit of a power boost, and more than the tiniest bit of smug satisfaction, and he didn’t want to feel either of those.) He thought it actually did help, a little, nuzzling his face into the wooly back of the smallest sheep there, but he soon noticed Mabel’s anxiety, strong enough to disturb him while on a different plane of existence. And so, he returned to the roof, hoping for a little bit of time to himself before he was found.

It wasn’t a particularly pleasant time of contemplation alone, but at least Mabel didn’t see him feeling so divided, broken, and self-destructive.

“There you are, Dipper!” He didn’t bother turning around to greet his sister as she lifted herself onto the roof. “You’re such a jerk-merk, hiding up here and scaring me like that!”

She carefully stepped over to sit down beside him, hugging her legs to her chest, much like the curled-up position he had donned. She elbowed him gently. “Don’t go disappearing like that again, okay?”

“No p̢rơḿįses̀,” he mumbled into his knees, because he really doubted this would be the last time he did that. He heard the entrance to the roof gently close- must’ve been Wendy, since he heard her in the house earlier.

“Were you up here this whole time?” she asked, expression softening, now that her strong emotional state had faded down.

“I’d been somewhere else for a while,” he admitted, eyes flicking over to see her mildly confused expression. “But, well…” He turned his attention back to the view of the forest and clear, blue sky. It looked just about the same as it had all summer, somehow. “The view wasn’t as great.”

“I’m gonna miss this,” Mabel muttered wistfully, taking in the beauty of a place they just might never see again.

Even though this place of danger, adventure, and mystery had also been the place he became… this… he had to agree. “Me too.”

For a while, they just sat there, pretending things were the same as before. They never could be, they both knew that, but it was nice to indulge in wishful thinking.

As usual, it was Mabel who interrupted the silence. “Since, as far as I can tell, you’ve held your end of the agreement, I’ll go do mine.”

Dipper looked over to her incredulously. She ignored it.

“You wanna come with?” she offered as she lifted herself off the shaky shingles. “I know watching someone eat isn’t all that interesting- unless that someone is Manly Dan with all-you-can-eat pancakes- but you can if you want to. It’s okay if you’d rather stay here.”

“No, I’ll- I’ll come with.” Because only Mabel would understand what he needed to hear, that it wasn’t really that bad to make deals, especially the relatively harmless ones, and it’d be fun to see what she’ll put into her Mabel Juice this time around, and he didn’t think he deserved a sister like her.

“Great! You’ll get to say hi to Wendy!” she chirped, her usual cheerful tone starting to come easier to her. “Maybe she can reach those sprinkles Grunkle Stan put up on the top shelf so I couldn’t use them. Ooh, and I think we have some cheese, I can put some in-”

“Thanks, Mabel.” He supposed she wouldn’t think that the things she said were worth his gratitude, but he said it anyway.

Her mouth quirked up into a small smile. “No problem, bro-bro.”

Neither of them had to say it out loud, but they knew that she wanted them to stick together just as much as he did, and that meant more than either could put into words.

It was going to be difficult- talking to their parents was just going to be the first step in their long trek to a sense of normalcy, if such a thing could even exist- but they could do it if they had each other.

Mabel grabbed his hand and dragged him back inside with her, excitedly chattering about everything that came to mind, just like she would do throughout the many years ahead of them.

(Began December 30, 2016, and finished revising March 31, 2017.

Thank you to Mary P. Sue for helping me have the confidence to post this. Seriously.)

anonymous asked:

In terms of mentally she had no struggle until the past few chapters.

if breaking into prison and getting gassed with your brother and uncle in order to save your half-starved adopted sister while fucking robocop is about to shred you all to bits, nearly killing all three of you, before your suicidal long-lost friend jumps in fully intending to do die moments before you and practically everyone you care about have to cook it through a GIANT FUCKING MEAT CRUSHER (which was thankfully destroyed by a 60ft-tall screaming monster woman), only to be met with two more robocops in the sewer who are totally down to turn you all into swiss cheese DOESN’T CONSTITUTE EMOTIONAL STRUGGLE…

idk what to tell you bub! sounds like you should write a memoir and get a book deal since you’ve apparently got some much more serious shit going on in your life.

anonymous asked:

OMG! Your writing is amazing! That piece with Alpha!Reinhardt and his Omega having their first heat together as mates was incredible! Can you please do a sequel with the A/O fluff prompt, "My mate shouldn't lift a finger after that heat"?

((This is going to be a short, sweet fluff, hope that’s cool anon!))

Every inch of your body was still a bit sore; your thighs and core and arms hips still reliving the pleasure of your heat. Reinhardt was a thorough, caring Alpha, something that became impossibly moreso after you became mated to the man. This was a bit much though…

“Woow. This looks delicious but…Rein sweetie, I can feed myself…”

Reinhardt had brought breakfast to the nest, a full appetizing German-focused spread piled onto a platter and laid out in front of you. Schlackwurst, cherry tomatoes, fluffy scrambled eggs, cheeses,  several different types of bread, rolls slathered in raspberry marmalade and butter, with grapes and oranges and apples resting precariously towards the edge. While Reinhardt’s portions were understandable gargantuan, today the extra calories on the platter were meant for you, to replenish what had been lost during your heat. The last four days your mind had been completely focused on receiving his knot, being filled to the brim with his cum, and having his hand all over your sensitive skin. Until full lucidity returned, sustenance would be the furthest thing from your mind, your Alpha having to force you to drink water and eat what little food you would. So Reinhardt, understandably was going to make sure you were going to eat.

The man had settled into the nest, careful not to knock the food around, pulling you into his lap. His arms reached around yours effortlessly, his hand gently coaxing yours down as he grabbed the roll you had been reaching for. Leaning back into his strong torso, you tossed a petulant glare up at the bearded man, only receiving a sweet, wide grin. Your whine was met with a hearty chuckle that vibrated through you, your bratty facade cracking as a smile grew on your lips. Dammit if your mate wasn’t ridiculously sweet.

You adjusted yourself more comfortably in his lap, crossing your legs and leaning fully back into him. You felt him sag back against the bed, his free arm wrapping around your waist to hold you affectionately to him. Parting your lips with an audible ‘ahh’, Reinhardt chuckled again, feeding you a bite of a marmalade covered roll. The man was always comfortably quieter in your private moments together; the affable extrovert recharging his energy when enjoying your company. Your cheeks warmed as the tangy-sweet flavor of raspberries enveloped your tongue, an appreciative hum rising from your throat.

“Good right”, Reinhardt asked, offering you another bite as you opened your mouth, laughing as you nodding your head eagerly. You took the chance to lick at his fingers the next time his hand came down, your hands coming up to hold his wrist down for a moment, throwing him a glance up. Just one more reminder to the large man, just so he knew that you could take care of yourself if need be.

“I really can feed myself you know.”

“Mein engel”, Reinhardt started, pulling away from your hold and bringing the food to your mouth once more. “My mate should not lift a finger after her heat! Let your Alpha care for you.”

Sighing warmly, you opened your mouth again before nodding.



The best damn tomato soup you will ever have. This is one of my favorite quick dishes to whip up when I have no energy to make something fancy. And who are we kidding, everyone loves a childhood throw back, especially when you elevate it.

Because I am always late to the cool party, no recipe recipes are “so in” right now so let’s jump on that bandwagon shall we?

In a soup pot heat a tablespoon of Extra Virgin Olive Oil over medium heat, toss in half a spanish onion (diced), and a nice pinch of salt. Cook that for a few minutes, or when it becomes translucent. Add two cloves of minced garlic and mix that all together. One it’s nice and fragrant add a good pinch (or two) of celery salt and one tablespoon of tomato paste and stir well, let that cook for a minute or two to deepen the flavor. Next the most important part, add one large can of crushed San Marzano tomatoes, no other tomato will due; I will post a separate rant on why this is the case, in the meantime let’s not lost focus. Once you see a bit of bubbling happening, add in one cup of chicken stock, and one can of full fat coconut milk (this is healthy fat so don’t try and cut calories by getting light, light is useless for all things edible).

Stir well to get that coconut fat blended, and let that hang out on low for like 30 minutes to really get all the flavors working. Perfect time to make a delicious grilled cheese sandwich…or two. Before serving make sure you taste, I usually add a generous pinch of sea salt and a few cracks of pepper.

If you want to be ultra fancy you can drizzle some premium extra virgin olive oil on top and a spring of basil.

siryl  asked:

Is there lore behind your maw ghosts or other recurring monsters?

Mawghosts 1 2

It’s not cloth, it is skin. Mawghosts are much bigger on the inside than they seem, and their rubbery skin helps them to contain the infinite void inside them.

Gutghosts 1 2

Like mawghosts, they tie in with our traditional portrayal of ghosts. You often meet these guys in hospitals, if you look closely. They are born from the appendix vermiformis in medical waste bins.

The Frogs 1 2

When a human is dissected, you are very likely to unknowingly activate some inner acupressure points. It’s the same with frogs. If you don’t pin them down properly, they are very likely to lift themselves off the table and into the night.

Soldiers 1 2

Born from the fears of human soldiers, they run around battlefields in panic, causing confusion and terror. They often huddle together behind cover.

Fungi corps 1 2

A faction in the Secret WWI. They roamed the muddy earth of lost battlefields. Nobody remembers seeing the giant Fungiwalkers, but then again, nobody sees the giant trolls in scandinavia either.

Bloodbags 1 2

Another mystery of the Secret WWI. They rescued the lives of many soldiers, but nobody knows on which side they stood, or who created them.

Legworm 1 2

An old birdcage, eggshells and a dried up worm. Add a bit of bile and blood, and soon a Legworm will form. Super adorable, but keep in mind that they are very squishy and need a lot of attention.

Too much cheese 1 2

If you are like me, preferring your pizza drenched in cheese, use caution. A combination of certain aromas, ages and bacteria cultures can help your pizza getting sentient. Apparently they are still very delicious, but it would be very cruel to eat them now, so you’ll have to cook something else for dinner.

The King of ghosts 1 

Please don’t trust him. I know, getting laughed at for believing in ghosts is not very pleasant, but when you’re crying at home and the King of ghosts offers you a solution, just ignore him. Like many other so called ghosts, he’s of flesh and blood, and like so many beings of flesh and blood, he doesn’t have a solution for you.

Demon cherubs 1 2

These are harmless little tricksters. But if you want to avoid being drilled a hole in the skull as a joke, don’t buy these small statues of real cherubs. The code to awaken them is far too easy to utter without thinking.

Gut nuns 1 2

A secret order of nuns, residing in a convent deep inside the Fleshforest. The viscera is not covering their faces, it is their faces.

These gnomes 1 2

These gnomes are as big as a hamster, but much more rubbery. Their favourite hobby is sniffing for lost things on your work desk, so I recommend keeping one or two of these little guys.


Every morning I wake up, I pee, I get naked and cherish as I look at those numbers going down and down and down.
Yet I can’t see my body changing, all I see is just a bunch of disgusting fat.
My morning ritual makes me happily deal with lunch with apples, carrots and few other low-cal foods.
But I’m scared. Will I lose all my achievements if someday I eat a slice of pizza or a bit of a birthday cake or a sip of hot chocolate in winter?
Today I forced myself to add a bit of light cheese to my apple+carrot lunch, because I don’t want my metabolism to get slow and make me huge and horrible if I eat something that isn’t fruit or veggies.
Today I managed to eat cheese, but I’m so scared of my tomorrow weight.
Am I lost?

#195 - For anonymous x3

Filling the prompts “a fic about travelling to Llandudno by yourself and you take your dog and end up being lost and Vans visited his parents and sees that you look lost and he wants to see ya dog and you’re looking for the beach and he takes you there and end up staying with him for hours leading to whatever else etc.” and “the girl is dogsitting for a friend and walks the dog on a kinda dreary day so nobody else is really outside and of course van notices the dog, but before he can say anything, the girl starts kinda dancing and singing along to the music playing in her headphones because she assumes no one is around.” and “one in which the girl took her dog to the park and it plays with little Mary and that’s how she and Van meet?”

Note: Van doesn’t live in Llandudno anymore. I don’t know if Mary and Bernie do. I don’t think so. We’re gonna pretend that they do, for the sake of this fic.

Llandudno was not the type of location you would have picked for a holiday. There were a couple of historical tourist type places, but none of them were even remotely of interest to you. It boasted the longest pier in Wales and you remembered something about a weird Victorian festival thing that had given you the creeps as a kid. Mostly, it was rainy weather and gossip and beach. But, you weren’t really on holiday. You were housesitting for your uncle and aunty, and the only reason you’d agreed to do that was because they had dogs you’d get to look after too. Two border collies and you were absolutely in.

The brown and white one was named Noel and the black and white was Liam. Liam was more moody than Noel, so you’d always thought their names were mixed up as puppies. It wasn’t until you were about sixteen that you even began to appreciate their names at all. Years later, walking them through the town on the way to a dog park, you took great joy in talking to them in Oasis lyrics. Liam kept pulling on his collar and glaring at you. 

“Don’t look back in anger, friend!” you called to him and chuckled to yourself. Genius. You stopped on a corner and looked around. Wait. You were definitely not where you thought you were. Noel and Liam sat at your feet. "Huh,“ you started talking to them again. "What is the story, morning glory?” you asked them. “Where are we?”

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