#LIKE HELLO MR STUMP!!!!!!!

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OH AND THE BRIDGE????

btw the violins hit and I immediately started crying

[pleasantangelpaper]

Knight In Shining Glasses (Ford Pines x Reader)

Chapter 1: Raspberries, Royalty, and Rock Bottom

Okay so. I love Stanford Pines, but there's not a lot of fanfiction for him, and I think there should be! Anyways, probably won't write smut for this because I want to maintain the gender neutral reader, but I may do oneshots with this vision of Ford.

Also this is probably bad. I'm not an amazing writer. lol. I also had no clue how to start this. Anyways silly little twist ending, but this fic is still for Ford, just wait.

As I came to my senses, I felt the cold hard earth pulling me to the ground, and a strange sensation on my face, almost like something wet was caressing my face... is that a pig "EUGH," I jumped up in fear as the seemingly harmless creature stared into my soul with its beady eyes. "Oh Waddles, there you are, you've almost missed your tea party with- Oh! Hey y/n!" A small girl with a very colorful sweater spoke quickly and excitedly. I immediately recognized her as Mabel Pines, grand niece of Stanford... or well Stanley Pines of the Mystery Shack. I still haven't met the real Stanford I suppose. "Mabelllll are you almost ready for this tea party thing, I want to go play D&D& more D with Grunkle Fo- oh hey y/n" The other mystery twin ran out of the shack, clearly annoyed with the tea party ordeal. "Uh, kids, could you ask an adult in your house if I can come in and use your phone?" I asked, still not remembering how I got to the mystery shack. Maybe if I called a taxi, I could go home and retrace my thoughts. "Oh, the shack's open right now, you can go ask Soos," Dipper stated as he pointed at the sign that said 'Mystery Hack'. I thanked him and Mabel and ran to the door of the shack. How could I have ended up at the mystery shack? Before I could finish my train of thought, I ran into a strong force. "Heh.. gotta look where you're goin kid," the older gentleman said. I recognized him as Stanfo... Stanley Pines. "Sorry Mr. Pines, it's just, can I use your phone?" I begged and hoped the man wouldn't ask for money in return. "Depends... do you want to buy anything..." The man squinted his eyes at me. I reached in my pockets and pulled out all of the cash that I had, 5.76$....oh.... This can't get me a phone call, let alone a cab. I looked at the man in despair as I turned around. As I began walking to town, I started thinking of how I got here. It all started when I left Greasy's diner. I was holding some leftover raspberry pie that my friend Lazy Susan had given me. Walking towards my house, I remember feeling watched. The feeling grew more and more intense, until I turned around and realized I was being followed.... by GNOMES??? "Hello ma'am, I'm Jeff, and on behalf of all gnomekind, I'm gonna have to ask you to hand over that pie," the little man stared so intensely, I didn't feel like fighting, so I handed him the box of pie. He opened the box, inspecting it. "This is heavenly, how would you feel about becoming gnome royalty... is that look of fear on your face a yes... I feel like I'm getting a yes," With the shock on my face apparent, I screamed and ran the opposite direction. "Get them!! Soon we will have our spouse!" "SCHMEBULOCK!" "WHAT HE SAID" The gnomes all yelled out different things as I ran for the hills. I prayed that gnomes wouldn't be able to hurt me, but I also knew there were powers in numbers, so I continued to run until I got to a clearing in the woods. Exhausted, I sat down on a stump to catch my breath, but when I looked up, I knew I should have kept running. A giant mass of gnomes towered over me with Jeff as their leader. I took what I thought would be my last breath as I prepared to succumb to the darkness, "Stay back gnomes! What have I told you about harassing random people to be your monarch," A masculine voice sounded through the woods. I was in such a state of shock I passed out, but before I did, I saw a glimpse of the man that saved me, gray hair, glasses, and a familiar face... Stan?

[universallydestinytaco]

The Little Smiling Mermaid (Chapter 9)

Thank you for reading the first nine chapters of TLSM, unfortunately I have to put the fic is on hiatus until around October because I got lots of art projects to finish! PS. please follow one of my buddies @bluebellcup, it would make us smile!!

TW: Gender Dysphoria + Unintentional Misgendering

Graham Nelly was out scavenging for breakfast as part of his daily morning routine in his own unique Graham Nelly way: he used his "grappling hook" to harvest the sweet and aromatic tropical fruit the island bore, although it would take about seven times to succeed in getting at least two or three of each type he was craving at the moment. He accidentally grabbed a nest full of eggs and one angry mother parrot, who proceeded to give the hapless mer-hippy the ol' stare-down of doom. Graham gulped, bearing what one would call a shit-eating grin and sheepishly wave hello to shake off any negative vibe. This friendly greeting was only met with the mother furiously squawking in his face and ferociously chomping his hand. So much for a balanced breakfast! Once the panicking Graham Nelly finally got away from that one pissed-off mama, he spotted a very familiar group he knew all-too-well. Graham called out: "Well, look at what the catfish dragged in!". It didn't take too long for Graham to notice something was up with his littlest cousin. "Say, There's something different about you, Pim! New hairdo? I can see you've been using your dinglehopper!'" Pim shook his head for "No", Graham placed his hand on his stubble trying to figure it out. "New seashells?" Same response from Pim, who was humored by his cousin's morning absentminded-ness. Graham shrugged: "Well, I'm stumped." Alan snapped: "HE'S GOT LEGS, YOU IDIOT!" Graham was taken aback by the rarity of the lobster losing his cool. "He traded his voice to some crazy sea witch for a pair legs! UGH!" as Pim was trying out his new legs by getting up to stand for the very first time, his friends further conversed; Glep summed-up the catch of the deal: "Eskabezawabowakishymwah!" Alan admitted in anguish: "And he's only got three days. That big yellow guy barely even knows Pim! This is a catastrophe! Okay, maybe there's still time for me to get your voice back-" Alan's rant was cut off by Pim tripping on a pebble and falling back down with a dramatic splash, cascading water all over the lobster who took it as a sign to chill out. Alan then crawled into Pim's hand, looking up eye-to-eye with a plea to reason: "Look, if I can call off the deal, you don't have to return to the palace BUT it can just be us exploring what else the sea has to offer! You'll be...." Alan quickly noticed that Pim's eyes started to shimmer with leaking tears. "...just be miserable for the rest of your life." Defeated, Alan agreed: "All right, all right! I'll try to help you out best I can." Pim immediately smiled, kissing Alan on top of the head before letting him go free. "Ugh, what a soft-shell I turned out to be." Graham spoke up, giving some helpful advice to Pim: "Dude, I'm tellin' ya, if you wanna be a land critter, the first thing you gotta do is dress like one!"

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Charlie, his crew, Mipnessa and Mr. Boss all embarked on the newly-prepared ship at noon for some sight-seeing, as Dj Spitz served the party a light brunch of egg sandwiches and chopped fruit per Mipnessa’s request. Of course Charlie was still having an internal conflict with himself over recent events, but eventually decided to turn his brain off to properly enjoy his meal. Mipnessa asked: “I beg pardon but isn’t this fruit supposed to be chopped?” Charlie grinned and assured: “Wait for it…” Dj Spitz grabbed two swords behind himself, tossed a pineapple in the air to where his blade caught up just in time for him to quickly dice it into chunks, landing perfectly on the plate to which the impressed group gave Dj Spitz a well-deserved round of applause. Tomar complimented: “Hot damn, Spitz, you sure know how to make a spectacle out of a meal!” Dj Spitz replied, “All in a day’s work, man!” As he wiped the juice off the blades before returning them to their scabbards. “I do say, Charles, your friends are all charmingly eccentric, no wonder you’re so lively.” said Mipnessa, to which Charlie replied: “What can I say? They’re the wind beneath my sails!" Smormu, realizing the egg in her sandwich was in dire need of some seasoning, asked: "Say Chris, may you please pass the salt?” to which Chris obliged: “Sure thing.” but while reaching for the salt, he accidentally knocked over Lyle’s coffee and spilled it on Mipnessa’s gown! Boy did he ever thank the heavens that it had already been cooled off by the cream. “Shit!” Chris spat out as Smormu and Charlie quickly grabbed some napkins to help Mipnessa clean up as a groggy, crusty-eyed Lyle muttered: “Damn it.” while picking his mug up for a refill. The embarrassed Chris apologized over and over until Mipnessa replied: “That’s okay, I find bumbling, awkward men to be more unique and endearing...that’s why I find Charlie to be my ideal husband!” Tomar chuckled: “Oh that Mip, she's a real kidder!” while nudging Charlie’s shoulder as the latter's face flushed red in embarrassment; Eager to change the subject, Charlie broke silence: “How about my ol’ pal Tomar plays us a tune?", rummaging around one of his pockets to dig out his ocarina and placing it in Tomar’s hand to hastily request in a whisper: “Play us a good ol’ fashioned sea shanty, for atmosphere.” Tomar sighed, knowing he kinda had that coming. “I’m no Nicholson but I know The Golden Vanity by heart.” Charlie held his hand out to Mipnessa, "May I have this dance?”

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“You look sensational!” Graham Nelly complimented Pim on the makeshift dress they collaborated on, Pim finding an old discarded sail and Graham providing the needle and thread. Alan put his claw on his chin, suggesting: “It’s missing something…” just then Glep swam up and gave Pim a familiar trinket he salvaged from the grotto’s ruins: Pim’s flower barrette he stashed inside his favorite music box. Pim kissed Glep to say thanks before placing the barrette in his hair, using his reflection in the water as a mirror to make sure the look was perfect. “I bet that Prince dude's gonna feel his jaw drop the ground when he sees you all dolled up and stuff, let's swim over to- Oh, right, you have legs now so it'd be a bitch for you to swim...luckily I have just the thing for that! See that big ol' platform with the fiddle-sticks over there? All that came with the island, now the platform itself is a little bit wear-and-tear but it'll still keep you afloat!" Pim walked up to the raft and with some help, he started pushing it out to sea. Before Pim could embark, he had to give Graham a big ol' hug to show his appreciation. Graham returned the favor by ruffling Pim's head, responding: "Love you too, kiddo."

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All while the usual high-seas hi-jinks played out in the background, Mr. Boss was looking out for any sign of trouble with a spy glass, although he wasn’t behind the wheel at the very moment since the ship was anchored, he was still startled from the previous outing at sea. Just then he spotted what appeared to be a stowaway perched on top of a rock surrounded in debris from what he deemed a shipwreck of sorts. Mr. Boss took pity as he pondered just how long they sat on that rock, so the old man quickly rushed over to the dinghy with some lifesavers handy, catching Charlie's attention, asking “Woah, Boss, where’s the fire?” as he followed Mr. Boss, who replied: “We have a stowaway in need of our help!” Charlie’s curiosity peaked, asking: “...Is it a girl?” Mr. Boss spat: “There’s no time for sophomoric questions, boy!” as he lowered the dinghy to carry out the mission. …

Pim felt like an idiot who didn't know how to paddle to save his life...then again, he never really had enough experience to steer a raft, especially considering merfolk obviously didn't need anything like rafts or boats anyways. Nevertheless, his heart fluttered as Charlie gently helped him up, calmly asking: “You okay?”. Mr. Boss fussed in sympathy: “What a trooper.” Charlie carried Pim bridal-style over to the dinghy where he laid the beautiful stranger to sit beside him as Mr. Boss rowed back to the vessel to raise the dinghy upwards. …

Mipnessa was harmonizing her lute with Tomar getting the hang of Charlie’s ocarina to the rest of the gang's clapping rhythm. That was, until everyone sans Mipnessa's attention immediately turned to Mr. Boss, Charlie and the beautiful stranger they rescued. Chris, Tomar, Lyle and Smormu all stood stupefied in awe at the newcomer as Mipnessa ran to Charlie to hug him and fuss over how she wondered where he was while he was gone...for about at least 10 minutes. A sly Chris remarked: “Hello nurse.” only for Mr. Boss to chide: "Ladies prefer a man who minds his manners, Chris." Smormu piped up: "Aw sweet, more girls to relate to and bond with! Everything's coming up Smormu!" Pim started to frown, the double-disappointment of repressing his own jealousy towards Mipnessa honing in on his man and being unable to clarify his true gender, but in a case of Morton's Fork, he'd still be hesitant to come out right away even if he did have his voice intact. His frown did turn into a smile once Smormu walked up to Pim to shake his hand. "The name's Smormu, what's yours?" while patiently waiting for a response, she took notice of Pim's barrette and let out a girlish squeal: "Oh my gosh, what a cute hair clip! Say, is that a golden pearl in the center?" Pim's face flushed, responding to the compliment with a curtsy. Mr. Boss chuckled at the demure stowaway. "While all be! She must have come from a wealthy family, perhaps even royalty." Mipnessa piped up: "Oh, how beautiful indeed! In fact, it reminds me of one of my own favorite pieces of finery!" Mipnessa quickly removed her shawl to reveal a gold-chain necklace whose focal point was a large creamy-white pearl embellished with diamonds, impressing everyone around her; even Pim excitedly shook his hands while thinking of a way to express a non-verbal compliment. Charlie knew this had to be the mystery critter, right? For a girl with the most beautiful voice, she was literally speechless. Perhaps she had laryngitis, or maybe she reserved her voice for certain times? Either way, Charlie was feeling even more conflicted with himself now that he really did have two potential brides to pick between: The proper lady he was arranged with, or the wild and elusive beauty he kept bumping into?

[cricketnationrise]

1:23 am

The White House

David The Beagle

(my ao3 is Themundanemudperson)

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1:23am, white house

David isn’t at home.

He keeps his eyes closed and pretends to still be asleep while he tries to figure out where he is. He knows His Henry took him somewhere because of the food laced with the hateful thing that makes him sleepy and the suitcases and his travel carrier. But it doesn’t smell like furniture polish and mothballs like when they go to Sandyham or Buckyham. (Perhaps most upsetting about those places is the lack of ham, despite the names. Or the fact that His Henry retreats into himself, left with nothing but a shell until they get home and David can burrow into His Henry’s chest again.) (But seriously, the dearth of ham is criminal.)

And obviously they aren’t at home because David knows home, with its stone and sprawling grounds and His Henry and ThankYouShaan and Aunty Bea and even Mr. Wobbles. There’s pockets of stuffiness at home, but His Henry’s room and the music room burst with laughter and kindness and something that David decides is family. (Sometimes His Henry’s Alex comes to visit and His Henry gets all happy and warm and smells like cinnamon and David gets thrice as many pets. David likes those days the best.)

So David doesn’t know where he is, but there is something comforting about the smells of this new place, despite the fact that this room is entirely decorated in shades of beige usually reserved for ThatOldHarpy’s twinsets. This new place doesn’t feel as old as home, but David can tell it's got its own long history. There’s a weight of tradition in the air that he recognizes. Maybe a historic hotel? He can smell laundry detergent and fabric softener and—

“David? You awake again?”

And David couldn’t ignore His Henry if he tried (and he doesn’t want to). His tail starts wagging and he opens his eyes to see His Henry crouched next to his travel bed.

“Good morning, sleepy!” His Henry coos, petting his head and rubbing that magic spot behind David’s ears that gets his back leg twitching in pleasure. “Should we get food?”

David’s up and by the door in a flash. Duh, they should get food. Now that he’s thinking about it properly, David is starving, can’t remember the last time he was fed, he’s going to waste away—

“Alright, stop whining, let's go to the kitchen. David, heel.”

David takes up his position on His Henry’s left and trots dutifully at his side down a couple unfamiliar hallways. The smell of cooking food grows stronger with each step and his tail wags harder. David doesn’t care where they are if it means he has a chance to steal some bacon.

They go through one more doorway and only David’s training keeps him calmly at His Henry’s side. His Henry’s Alex is here! And cooking bacon!

“Hello, love.”

His Henry’s Alex spins around from his position at the stove, a joyful smile taking over his face.

“Baby! You’re here—I thought you weren’t getting in until this afternoon!”

His Henry crosses the room, drawn inexorably into His Henry’s Alex’s orbit—just like anytime they’re in the same room. David ignores them smashing their faces together and their quiet conversation in favor of sniffing every corner of the kitchen. His Henry brought him here, which means that somewhere there is food for David—and he will find it. 

One full circuit of the room’s edge later and David is stumped. Maybe it’s stashed up high? His Henry will know, and he’s had more than enough time to say hello by now. David comes back over to where the humans’ legs are now tangled together and sits next to them, letting himself slump hard against them with a huff.

“Oh, sorry, David,” His Henry says. “Let me get you fed.”

His Henry’s Alex squats down to scratch at David’s chin while His Henry flutters around the kitchen pulling down dog food and a set of bowls.

“Hey, buddy! Sorry I distracted your dad for a bit there, I was just so glad to see him.” David pushes into His Henry’s Alex’s hands in agreement. He also misses His Henry when they can’t travel together. “I’m really glad he was able to bring you with him, little man. Don’t tell Henry, but I missed you even more than him.”

David pulls away to look up at His Henry’s Alex doubtfully. That statement would refute all previous evidence that David has collected. His Henry’s Alex tips his head back and laughs really hard.

“Oh my god, H—your dog is giving me the biggest bitch please face I’ve ever seen!”

“What were you telling him? He’s quite the discerning gentleman, so you must have been running your mouth.”

“But you like when I—”

“Save it for when we aren’t in a common space, dear.”

“Hen, it’s the middle of the night—”

“And yet I think you can wait twenty minutes for your depravity.”

His Henry puts food and water bowls in front of David and he promptly ignores His Henry and His Henry’s Alex fondly squabbling like children.

David still may not know precisely where he is, but His Henry is happy, His Henry’s Alex is here, and David has food, so specifics can wait.

[genieofthebooks]

hi i really really love your work ❤️ can i request a scenario that would show how george and the reader fall in love together? like all the little moments that lead to the realization, i thought it could be a good idea hehe no pressure tho. thank you again for your hard work ❤️❤️

The Little Things

Pairing: George Karim x fem!reader

Synopsis: The Little things that make George Karim fall in love with you.

Warnings: Fluff, Pining idiots, Kissing

1. First Meeting

You let out a nervous breath as you were anxiously wringing your hands together waiting for someone to open the door. It was cold and dark and now that you thought about it you should not have come this late. You stamped your feet together to try and warm yourself up being careful not to slip on the ice that had started to freeze on the steps. Cursing yourself for leaving without bringing any money or warm enough clothes as it was not snowing where you travelled from.

A tall black haired boy answered the door in confusion that someone would be ringing the door bell at Midnight. "Hello"

"Are you Mr Lockwood." He nodded and led you inside because even though he did not know who you are he wanted to get you out of the snow before you froze of hypothermia. Lockwood led you into the kitchen where you came face to face with a bespectacled and curly haired boy pouring over some sheets on the table.

Before you could stop yourself you started to apologise but it soon turned into rambles that both of the boys looked lost at. "I am aware that it is really late and not the best timing, sorry for waking you. I underestimated how long it would take to get here, so I did not bring any money for a hotel as I thought I would get here early afternoon for the interveiw but then the bus on the way here broke down and Then someone slipped and I had to help them get a hold of an ambulance because I did not want to leave them to die. I am really sorry"

"It's okay neither of us were asleep as we were stumped on research for an upcoming case. I'm Anthony Lockwood and this is George Karim" Lockwood said smiling at you softly to calm your anxieties, granted it wasn't the best timing but both of the boys couldn't deny that they have not arrived at a place too early or too late. They were hardly ever on time. And if Lockwood was being honest you looked like a lost cat that just needed some warmth.

"Speak for yourself. I was really getting somewhere with the research" The curly haired boy looked up at you trying to asses the midnight caller. But he was surprised by your bright e/c eyes that were flitting over the room in awkwardness and your h/c That was up in a neat low bun so it was out of your face if you were attacked by a ghost on your journey, your face flushed because of the cold and the snowflakes that were slowly melting in your hair. Lockwood smirked at the look on George's face as his hostility faded and became a look of something Lockwood could not place.

"I'm assuming you have all of your grades and a letter of recomendation" You nodded handing Lockwood the papers that were the only neat thing in your satchel. "Your Talent is sight and touch correct and it says here you are good at healing and fixing up injured people " You nodded again fiddling with the edges of the once white tablecloth that had notes and insults and drawing on it. Lockwood read over your letter of recomendation from your old employer.

"We definitely need someone who can do that because of how reckless you are" George muttered turning back to the papers on the table but sometimes lifiting his head lightly to look at you.

"Ignore George. The Job is yours if you want it. We will show you round in the morning but for now you can either stay awake with us or I can show you to your room." Lockwood held out his hand for a handshake that you gently placed your still freezing cold hand into and shook it accepting the offer. "Well Welcome to Lockwood and Co. Y/n L/n"

2. Your Kindness

You had been at the agency for a few months fitting into the boys dynamic quite well. Scolding Lockwood when he did something stupid, Helping George cook as both of you did not trust Lockwood near a stove, He once set fire to pasta that was in the pan. You were still confused on how he managed to make that happen. Making sure neither of them got seriously injured on a case. But there was one thing that the boys were slightly surprised by. Your Kindness. It was a complete foil from the other two.

One example is when you three were walking back from a case in silence as there were no Taxis to be found and you all felt the weight of exhaustion on your body's none of you could find the energy to talk.

It was early morning so people were starting to wake up, passing by a few night workers going home like you guys. A blind person was waiting with his cane opposite the you three teenagers who were ready to collapse. He started to walk when he felt the small knob underneath the button start to spin. His cane swiping across the road passing you three but you waited once you got to the other side to make sure he was okay but he was stopped by a fence that was in the way and was considerably far away from the safety of the path.

You immediately dropped your duffle bag and your rapier which landed on the floor (George's foot) with a crash and Ran over to him to help him. "Sir it is this way." He turned to the direction of your voice and he held out his hand for you to lead him gently in the right direction. The traffic light had gone green as no cars wanted to risk hitting you or the man. Once he was safely on the path he patted your hand in thanks before continuing on with his journey. You waited for a little while until he was out of sight before turning to the boys, Lockwood was trying not to fall asleep standing up. While George was looking at you with a fond look in his eye.

"Well done!" A driver shouted out the window to you as they drove past.

3. A gift

You came through the door of 35 portland row with a white box in your hands, kicking the door closed with your feet you met the eyes of your new friend Lucy Carlyle and Lockwood. You were glad to have another girl in the house not at all bothered that you had to share the attic with her. "What have you got there Y/n/n?" Lucy asked with a cup of tea in her hands as she was sat on the stairs for no particular reason and Lockwood had just come out of the kitchen.

"Something for George. Where is he?" You asked your arms getting tired from holding the box. Lucy and Lockwood shared a look both of them were tired of the dance of feeling that was occuring between you and George and one of you needed to admit it or they were going to lock you in a room together until it happens.

"Kitchen" Lockwood answered seeing the boy cook something before George shooed him out not wanting Lockwood to get in the way.

"Thanks" you nodded walking into the Kitchen and startling George by placing the box on the table with a loud thud. Causing the apron clad boy to turn around with a spatula in his hand ready to hit someone, probbably Lockwood you mused in your head. He calmed down one he saw it was you.

"What is that?" He questioned motioning to the box that you just threw on the table. Feeling cautious when you smiled at him. He normally loves when you smile but you have this smile reserved for things that you know something they don't.

"It is for you. It is an old box of comic books that I had in my room with my parents but they you know... So I cleared out the house with my uncle and found these and I thought you would like them."

George peered into the box and looked back up at you smiling in thanks that you thought of something to give him even when there was nothing special about today for him. He pulled you into a hug still having the spatula in his hand. "Thank you" He whispered into your hair.

4. A Nightmare/ First Kiss

It was after all of the events with Joplin and the mirror and You were sat in the kitchen alone with a cup of tea in your hand at three am. Staring at all of the comments on the thinking cloth trying to distract yourself from the images that presented itself in your dream. The images of George dead after looking into the mirror plagued your thoughts and you could not get rid of it no matter what you did.

George snuck into the kitchen because he could not sleep but was slightly startled when he saw your pajama clad form staring blankly at the thinking cloth, your hands slightly shaking as you held your tea on the table. "Hey what are you doing awake this early" He asked when he saw your head lift up from the table as you sensed another presence in the room, your shoulders relaxed slightly at the sight of him glad to see taht he was still alive. He pulled up the chair next to you and gently took one of your hands that were gripping the mug so tight he thought that it was going to break into his own and caressed his thumb over the ridges of your knuckles.

"Nightmare" you whispered. George felt his heart stutter because of how quiet you were even though you normally are a very quiet person there was a hint of saddness laced in your voice. "It was you. You were dead lying on the floor of the crypt and I couldn't do anything, I couldn't move" He placed your hand on his heart where you could feel the soft thud of his heart against your fingertips showing you that he was still alive and breathing. He lifted his hands up to your face and for a split second hesitated but the decided against listening to his head and to listen to his heart for once and pulled you into a kiss. He could taste the tea that you were drinking on your lips and for the first time that night you had relaxed fully.

There was a surprise for Lucy and Lockwood when they walked into the kitchen in the morning to see the two of you asleep at the table but your hands were interlinked. Lockwood gently hit Lucy who understood what he was trying to tell her and ran upstairs as quiet as she could to get her polaroid camera. To take a photo of the two asleep at the table, so they would remember this moment forever.

Sorry if it was not exactly what you wanted and sorry if it was not the best.

[ivecomeforsouls]

Hello to all Linked Universe Fans on Tumblr. Please give me feedback on my first Fanfiction. Let's me know if I should keep writing. Thank you!

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Summary: The portal splits off the Chain into mostly there own eras. Wind fights the war if ages, Wild heads off on his second adventure, Time has kids, ect, and they all reconvene five years later to continue there adventure.

I only have one chapter ready at the moment. Do I continue with this story idea or try another one?

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Chapter One- Final Watch

Legend had the final watch that night. As he sat not-so-comfortably on a stump that very courteously had decided make its sharper sections known, a small, white portal appeared just behind the sailor.

Legend drew his weapons and shook Time awake, who then proceeded to pull out his own sword and kick Twilight.

"Get up!"

"Out of bed! Weapons out!" Captain ordered as he quickly climbed out of bed. "We've never seen this kind of..." he faltered. He was about to say something more when the portal came and swallowed Wind whole.

"Hyrule! Move!" Legend shot towards him and yanked him backward and away from the portal that had shown up behind him. "Do you recognize these portals? That question had been directed to Warrors, but he was still in a frenzy over Wind.

"Wild!" Time and Twilight shouted in unison and began to pull him out of a portal. As they were doing so, Hyrule was ripped from his arms and through the white circle, and Four's yelp was heard from across camp as he, too, vanished without a trace. Without a trace. At least they were all keeping there stuff. A shout of surprise sounded from Time, but the Captain was too late. He'd already fallen through.

"Who's still here?" Warriors asked as he help Twilight hold onto Wild.

"You, me, Wild, and Twilight." Legend answered.

A loud snore escaped Sky's blanket, and it immediately diapeared on a flask of white light. The Captain did the same and Wild fell through before he noticed that Twilight wad missing. Legend let the portal take him, but he did not allow himself to go unprepared.

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No preparation had been necessary. All of his belongings were sprawled across his living room floor, and Ravio was sitting up groggily from where he had fallen asleep at a desk covered in books and maps.

"Mr. Hero?" Ravio yawned. "Welcome home. I have some new deals on display if you'd like to check them out."

"No! Shut up or I'll make you start paying rent!" Legend ran through the event in his mind, attempting to figure out exactly what do next but to no avail. Ravio was fully awake now, and realized that Legend came alone and without the chain.

"Is it over? The adventure?" Ravio asked quietly.

Legend shook his head. "It couldn't be. We didn't do anything. At least, nothing that could have pulled it to a close."

Legend spent the next couple hours talking to Ravio about what happened, and what it could mean.

"So we are absolutely clueless." Legend let out a defeated sigh.

"So it would seem Mr. Hero." Ravio paused for a moment. "Didn't you tell me once about an Orical?"

"Which one? There are three."

"I recall you called her Nayru. The orical of ages? If anyone would be able to provide answers about what's happening in different ages, I think it would be her."

"True. Nayru could probably give me some answers, though I'm not sure if she'd be able to provide something helpful."

They sat there for a moment in silence. Except for Ravio who had slowly made his way back to bed and was lying there suspiciously still, and particularly quiet.

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[boooragi]

hello!!

i got around to updating my meet the artist thingy so i'm gonna make an intro post as well! ↓↓

some basic info: i'm an adult (early 20s), u can call me boo, any pronouns idc, i'm from mexico which means u can talk to me in spanish also! ola bandita hispanohablante q hongo também estou aprendendo portugues mas ainda nao sei digitar os acentos no teclado ):

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[pineappleciders]

Hello there ciders! Is nice to see that your requests are open again ^^

Me wants angst (hurt/comfort) so 👀

Clyde, Gregory (if ya write for him), Damien, Kenny and Stan when someone literally points them out that they've been ignoring reader for like a week because they were speding all their attention on other friend and that they now are a crying and confused mess in their room (the room of the character that pointed that out).

Ofc you don't have to do it If you don't feel like it! <3 Stay hydrated and don't forget to eat, take breaks est and sleep a good amount of hours ^^

clyde, damien, kenny, and stan unintentionally ignoring reader; platonic hurt/comfort

A/N: HIII!! i havent had a lot of experience writing hurt/comfort but i hope this will suffice. im also not great at writing for clyde but i tried!! the friend character has been hanging out with is not specificed and is referred to as F/N. and thank you!!!

i wanted to write a gregory segment but honestly i think its hard to fully depict his personality as he was only in the movie, so i apologize!! :(

reader is referred to with they/them pronouns

clyde donovan

clyde can be. very..... unaware sometimes. so it probably doesn't click that he hasn't been talking to you until someone hammers it into his brain. when he realizes he feels really stupid and guilty

"clyde! dude, i need to talk to you." tolkien rushes into the living room, where clyde and his friends were playing games on the couch.

clyde gets up and looks at him, as tolkien takes him into the next room. "what's wrong?"

tolkien looks kinda uncomfortable. "it's Y/N. they had a total breakdown in my room. they said something about you, i don't know what to do."

clyde,, doesn't like to hear this. he's actually kinda scared to go in there and see you crying, but the fact that you mentioned him has him kinda curious.

he lightly knocks on the door before creaking it open. "...Y/N?"

he sees you, awkwardly curled up in tolkien's racecar bed, sniffles and hiccups sounding throughout.

he hesitates for a bit, stumped on what to do, before stepping in and shutting the door behind him. he plays with his fingers.

he's incredibly nervous, but he steps closer to you, trying to get a better look at your face. "Y/N?"

you look up, and upon recognizing clyde's face, you sit up and wipe your tears. "o-oh. hey, man. what's- what's up?"

he's really stumped now. what does he say?????

"uh, i was checking if you're alright. did- did something happen?" clyde seems to kick his foot a little, seemingly trying to look at everything in the room but you.

you continue to wipe your face with your sleeve. "um- no, not really. it isn't-" you stop yourself, and an inner conflict is visible on your face. you sigh.

"y'know what, whatever. clyde, why- are- i feel like- like you've been avoiding me." you look away.

it doesn't process at first. "huh? avoiding you?"

you sniffle. "i mean, yeah. you've been, like- not talking to me and stuff and it seems like you're always busy. did i do something?"

"... but we're hanging out right now, right?"

"...... well yeah but it's different.. i mean like, alone. like you keep walking past me in school, and, when i wanted to be your lab partner, you-" you pause and hiccup. "agh, this is stupid, i'm sorry dude."

you can see the gears turning in clyde's head. "so, you think i've been ignoring you on purpose? i haven't... oh." he kinda has a durr moment and realizes the events of the past week.

he grimaces. "oughh, i just realized i've been hanging out with F/N way more lately.. i'm sorry, man. i didn't mean to make you feel left out."

you look at him again, with a little hope in your eyes. "wait.. so, you're not mad at me?"

he shakes his head. "no. i just kinda got busy, sorry for ignoring you. we can be partners for mr. garrisons next project, OK?"

you wipe your cheeks once more and nod. "yeah, OK."

he does a stupid lil grin, one that's strangely encouraging. "c'mon, we gotta get a slice of pizza before the guys eat it all!"

damien thorn

he's erm. very confused as to why it bothers you that much

he tries to be sympathetic though. keyword tries

"oh, dear. damien, i'm so glad you've come! ...what happened between you and Y/N?"

"... ?"

"well, it's just that.. i was talking to them and it seems you've been ignoring them for about a week or so."

"..." he thinks for a moment. "..not on purpose."

pip plays with his hands a bit. "well, i think you should go have a chat with them. they're up in my room."

damien looks at him with an unreadable expression, before making his way up the steps. he stands in front of pip's door, unsure what to do with his hands.

damien opens the door, and you look up from your spot on the bed. "damien, uh, hey, dude.." you quickly wipe your face and look at him.

he stands there for a moment, the both of you feeling the awkwardness kick in fast

"..pip wanted me to talk to you."

"'bout what?"

"about me ignoring you. i didn't do it on purpose." you can tell it strains him to explain himself.

you wipe your cheeks a bit more. "i- i know you didn't, but.. i dunno. i saw you and F/N hanging out and- you seemed really happy."

you have to admit, it's a little strange sharing your feelings of friendship with the son of satan.

".. i'm here now."

"...?"

"i'm here, hanging out with you. would you prefer i left?"

"i- no!" you find yourself speaking louder than intended. "i-i mean, no, i don't."

his head tilts a little. "then what is it that you want?"

you rub your arm, once again feeling like a shrimp in the presence of a shark. "well- maybe we could just, hang out. i dunno. you and me."

damien thinks for a moment, before nodding his head. "very well. we shall go play xbox at your house."

"really?"

"yes. now come, we must leave quickly so pip doesn't ask any questions."

"hah, okay."

in the hallway, right before you walk down the stairs, you hear damien mutter, "i didn't ignore you on purpose."

you chuckle and pat his shoulder. "yeah, buddy. i know."

kenny mccormick

god. he feels so bad about it.

i can see him being kinda confused on why it upset you so much,, but he does get it to an extent and he's just like. damn.

"dude, kenny, have you been ignoring Y/N?"

"mmph? mph!" (what? no!)

"they started crying because they thought you were, you should probably go talk to them in my room."

he opens the door and he's incredibly confused why you were crying next to stan's bed with your knees to your chest.

"mmph, mmph mph?" (dude, what's wrong?) he slowly sits next to you, putting his hand on your shoulder

you sniffle and look away. "can.. can you tell me why you're upset with me?"

".... mmph? mph mmph mmmf mmph mph!" (.... what? i'm not upset with you!) he's really confused now. what ever gave you that idea?

you look at him a bit oddly, wiping a few of your tears. "then.. why were you ignoring me?"

he ponders for a moment, trying to scan through the week that's passed since you two last hung out. to him, it just seems like you two haven't really had time to talk...

and then it hits him that he's been hanging around F/N a lot recently. as a result, you two haven't talked at all. to him, it really wasn't that big of a deal, but he feels bad when he realizes that you thought he didn't want to be around you anymore.

"mm, mmph... mph mmphph, mmph. mmf mmf mmmphph mmph mmf mph mph mmmph mmph... mmf mmph mmmph." (aw, man... i'm sorry, Y/N. i've been hanging around F/N a lot recently and.. i didn't realize.) he seems sheepish, and rubs his arm.

kenny gets up and extends his hand to you to take. "mmf mmph mmph mph mph, mmph? mmph mmmph." (i'm not mad at you, okay? i promise.)

you look at him, still a little weary, but relieved that it was just in your imagination. "yeah.. yeah, okay. thank you, kenny." you take his hand and he pulls you up.

you can't see his smile because of his parka, but you see his cheeks lift and his eyes crinkle, almost as if he's giving you a pep talk through his eyes.

"mmf mmph mmph! mmphh mmph mmf mm mmpph mmmph! "now, come on! stan's mom is making tuna helper!)

stan marsh

"oooof, jeez..." he's like scratching the back of his head and grimacing. like he doesn't know what to say but he feels very guilty

"stan, what's up with you and Y/N?"

"huh? what do you mean?"

"they said you've been avoiding them for like a week, what happened?" kyle crosses his arms.

"avoiding them? i haven't been avoiding them! we hung out like..... last friday..."

"well, whatever happened, it had them pretty upset at my house yesterday. they started crying about it right before we went to bed."

stan is incredibly confused. he knows it's been a bit since you two hung out, but he didn't think it was that serious!

he tries to look for you around school, hoping to maybe find you in the cafeteria or in the hallways, but nothing.

he sighs, entering the bathroom, but perks up once he sees you, washing your hands.

"Y/N! dude, i've been looking for you everywhere!" stan runs up to you, his face showing an emotion somewhere between awkwardness and relief.

you look a little down as you greet him. "hey, stan. what's up?" you dry your hands and face him.

he averts his eyes a little. "um... kyle was talking to me earlier, about how you slept over at his place yesterday? and, about..." he trails off, looking to find the right words.

you realize what he's talking about, and get a little embarrassed. "oh, yeah. i... i wanted to talk to you about it, but i didn't really know how to.."

his voices gets a little softer. "listen, um, i didn't mean to ignore you. F/N and i have been hanging out a lot recently, and, i dunno, i guess i kinda got caught up in it. i'm not mad at you or anything." he fidgets with his hands a little.

you look up a little. "oh, well, that's a relief." you say, with a little chuckle in your voice. "i.. i was kinda worried you didn't wanna be friends anymore.. but i guess i was overreacting."

stan looks at you. "it's fine, dude. you didn't overreact. i'm sorry." he puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes it a little, giving a small reassuring smile.

you smile back. stan's always had a sort of hard time finding words to comfort people, so it means a lot that he's trying.

he pats your back, before looking nervous. "now, if you'll excuse me, i really have to shit." he runs into the stall, slamming it shut.

you chuckle and leave before the smell hits you.

[annika-thelostlove]

Unfinished Draft #1

Drabble for late valentines - Edward nashton talks to you, who he thinks is out of his league.

This is a random note i made in my notes app that has been there since February, which i didn't continue. This turned into a weird dialog drabble. I tried polishing it up, but I still kept it a rough draft in the end.

Edward catches the eye of one of the young COO who works on the top floor of their company. But after a long time trying to flirt with him obviously and even making grand gestures, Ed still doesn't get the hint. Ed just thinks you love his department and gives you all special attention. He believes you are so far from his league. I imagine him being ignorant and cute, clapping along with everyone when she COO buys a new coffee machine close to his desk, not at all realizing it's for him. But now that its valentines Day, the COO loses their patience and gives him a piece of their mind.

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"You're here."

His magnified eyes looks up at you through those clear glasses. "Yes."

"You have no plans tonight? It's valentines"

He continues to work his keyboard while he responds to you, "I have no patience for holidays fueled only by consumerism"

"Ah, I didn't realize that's how you feel about this holiday." Biting your lip in thought "Well it wouldn't hurt, would it? I told everyone they could take half the day off if they had plans today. The rest of your floor is empty now."

Edward looks straight at you, suspicious. "I'm sorry to be so forward, boss, but are you trying to ask me to dinner perhaps? Because I don't think it would be appropriate."

"I-"

"Or if it is a joke, it's not very funny"

"No! Mr Nashton, I have good intentions- " he has stumped you, though youve thought he was being ignorant this whole time. "Well, your first assumption is right. I admit. But we're not of the same department, so i didn't think it was going to be some issue. Do you really hate the idea?? That maybe, i am asking you to dinner?"

He looked at you skeptically. "You have no need to talk to me. I am just an accountant, and you have position of chief operations offcer, people like you should not aim so low for someone like me as a romantic partner ma'am."

"Don't say that."

"Don't wha-"

"Don't talk about me like I'm different. I can be interested in you if I want to be."

"Wait i-"

"What's so different about me? I have an Ivy League degree? I have a rich family? I'm tired of people thinking that people like me want nothing to do with you and the people on your floor. I come down here once a day just to see you. Did you know that?"

You swear you see Edwards face flush red. "But that, that doesn't make sense, I'm..me, and you're...you."

"What does that even mean? Edward, look at me! Do you think I'm pretty?" She doesn't know when, but tears have gathered in her eyes, ready to fall. This hurt her to confront more than she realized.

"Wha- well..."

"Am I pretty to you? Do you want me?"

"Of, of COURSE I do, who wouldn't?

"Eddie I want you. Is that enough for you?"

"Uh, what."

"Edward I'm really fucking mad right now, its valentines day, and i was hoping we would be together since two months ago, we are off schedule! so don't test me."

"Um, yes. Yes! It's enough. But I just dont-"

"It's enough for me. That settles it."

"What have I done for you to...I don't understand "

"It SETTLES it. You want to know what i want? Tonight we go on a date. I can answer all your questions then. We are behind on schedule, well..." Suddenly getting shy, you blush. "if you agree to date me, that is, after six months of dating, we move in together. Then I ask you to marry me. If you say yes, I plan we buy a house, I have had one in mind near here. I want children, at least two. But we can discuss that together."

Edwards face unknown to him grows dreamy while he stares at you. "...al-alright"

"But tonight, I'm still not happy with you, and I'm tired of waiting for you to get the fucking hint. So you're going to fuck me a few times to make it up to me. Alright?"

"Fuck, okay"

The scowl on your face melts into a sweet smile

"Good"

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Note: I was imagining the COO is also a little freak, they've been stalking him, got a full background check done on him, and fell in love even more with Edward loving puzzles and him being from modest beginnings, they also love his extremist alter ego, the riddler. But he'll find out that they know eventually, it was also a fun idea if they are funding him with money for his guns and explosives. They also hate rich people and people who are gold diggers. So Edward was the dream man for them 💕

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Secret Love- Pete Wentz (Mr. Sandman)

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summary: you’re a creation of dr. benzedrine so you’ve been locked up your whole life. after sneaking out one night and meeting mr. sandman, you two started a secret relationship. what happens when you get caught one night?

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warnings: none (at least i think)

a/n: this was requested by @xx-scene-queen-fangz-xx so thank you sm for the idea! mr. sandman is the fellow in black (aka pete wentz) and dr. benzedrine is the one in yellow (aka patrick stump). the requester mentioned y/n and mr. sandman’s relationship relating to jack and sally’s from nightmare before christmas and i rlly stuck with that 😭 this is a little different from my usual stuff but i honestly enjoyed writing it and i hope you guys enjoy reading it!

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i sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor blankly. i hear the front door open and slam shut, signaling me that my fathers home. i stare at the door and see the shadow of his footsteps underneath it. a couple knocks echo in my room before he opens the door.

“hey honey, how was today?” he sauntered in, turning on the light.

my eyes flutter shut from the brightness but they slowly open once i get used to it.

“fine.” i reply back.

he sighs and goes to sit next to me. he was dressed up in his classic yellow suit meaning he was at work.

“how many times do i have to say i’m sorry..”

“sorry won’t cut it, father. it’s been 19 years since you created me and i haven’t been outside once! you lock me up in this hell hole and expect me to function like a normal child would!” i cry out in frustration.

“you watch your language! i’m keeping you in here for a reason, to protect you! people out there are ruthless, especially if they knew i created you, that you’re a product of dr. benzedrine! i know you are frustrated, honey, but you have to trust me..” he was standing up in front of me at this point.

i sat there as tears spilled down my cheeks, my hands fiddling with one another.

“please go away…” i weakly said.

“y/n..”

“please.” i say a bit louder.

he sighs once again and nods, turning around to leave. he leaves my light on as he shut the door, his footsteps echoing away. i angrily wipe my tears and walk up to my window. i stare outside to the field that surrounded our house. an idea popped into my head and i quickly walked over to my phone, dialing his number. it rang a bit before his voice spoke out.

“hello?”

“come over tonight..please.”

“is everything okay?”

“yes just-just meet me at our spot.”

“alright, see you soon.”

i hang up and start getting ready. i throw on this handmade black dress my father made along with some black boots he bought. i quickly tiptoe towards my door and slowly open it. i see the tv on in the living room followed by loud snoring. he was asleep. i walk back in my room and lock the door before going towards my window. i open it and slowly climb out, careful not to make any noise. i don’t shut it all the way so i’d be able to climb back in later. i climb down from the roof, careful not to fall. once i get down to the ground, i book it to our spot.

i make it there after running for a bit and i notice he wasn’t there yet. i sit down on the bench to catch my breath and stare at the water. the moonlight shined on the dark water, illuminating light to its surroundings.

“my love.” i hear his voice call out.

i turn around and instantly smile once i see my boyfriend, mr. sandman.

“oh you made it!”

“of course i did, i wouldn’t miss seeing you.” he walks up to me and hugs me.

his body heat warms me up causing me to shiver slightly.

“you look so beautiful like always.” he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“you sure nothing happened tonight? you sounded a bit fragile on the phone, love.” he strokes my cheek.

i look down from his gaze, preparing myself to spill my heart out to him as always.

“my dad and i got into a fight. i told him that i’m old enough to go out and that i can’t handle being locked up anymore, i-i can’t take it no more.” i sob out.

“you already know what i’m going to say, love, he-“

“he’s doing it to protect me, i know. but i’m grown now, i don’t need to be protected.”

“unfortunately you do, he’s protecting you for a reason. and now that i’m in your life, so am i.”

“how many times do i say i love you? cause it never seems enough.” i lean my head onto his chest.

he places his hand on my head and holds me close, letting me hear his heartbeat. mr. sandman was a dear friend of my father’s but i never knew of him until the night i first snuck out.

~flashback~

it’s been a month since i turned 18 and i had the high expectation that my father would let me explore the world finally. after many arguments about the topic, i finally had enough. i waited until it was well late into the night where he would definitely be asleep. i sneak out my window and clumsily climb down from my roof, missing the last step and falling to the ground. my hand gets covered in dirt and little rocks stuck to them, making my heart jump wondering if they were bugs. i brush them off and get up, looking around at the world. it was empty fields surrounding us, a small forest seen ahead.

i instantly make my way towards the said forest, not realizing that i would need a light of some sort. i try and navigate my way through the dark area with the minimal lighting i had. leaves crunched and sticks snapped as i walked, fear flowing through my veins. i told myself in my head to toughen up and that this is what i wanted. the many sounds from different animals make me jump left and right, giving me slight goosebumps. i heard more leaves and sticks crunch but not from me. i immediately stop and look around for the thing creating the noise.

“hello?” i hear a deep voice say.

i gasp out and slowly back away in fear.

“don’t be afraid, y/n.”

“how do you know my name?” my voice quivers.

the person steps out from the shadows and reveals themselves. it was a guy dressed in all black with black and white face paint on around his mouth.

“i’m a friend of your father’s. i’m mr. sandman.” he gives a warm smile.

“y-you know my dad? please don’t tell him i’m out here! he’d kill me!” i beg.

“don’t worry darling, i won’t. but you shouldn’t be out this dark, especially alone. here, let me take you somewhere safer.” he lends out a hand and i hesitantly take it. i keep telling myself that this wasn’t a mistake and that i should trust this guy. something gleaming bright snaps me out of my thoughts. he brought us to a river, the bright moon above shining brightly on top.

“this is beautiful..”

“would you like to sit down?”

i nod and walk over to the bench with him. the stars twinkle above us, my heart clenching at their beauty.

“you like the stars?” he asks.

“absolutely, i love staring at them from my window.”

i look away from the stars and make eye contact with the man.

“how do you know my father?”

“a long time friend, met when we were teenagers. you’re as beautiful as he says you are.”

“you barely even know me.”

“barely know you? darling, i’ve known you your whole life.”

the way he spoke made my stomach erupt with butterflies.

“can you show me more of this world?” hopeful he would say yes.

“no can do, you should be heading home to your father now.” he stands up.

the hope i had was now shattered but i did agree i’d rather be returning home.

“take me back? it’s a bit scary out there.” i sheepishly admit.

“of course, love.”

he accompanied me on the journey back home, chatting about the life i’ve learned to love. he warned me about strangers and told me to never mention that i’m a creation of dr. benzedrine. we made it back home just before the sun came up, birds starting to wake up and chirp.

“here you are now. sleep well, dear.” he smiles before turning around to leave.

“wait!” i call out for him.

he turns around and looks at me confused.

“how will i be in contact with you again?”

my words make him smile, a small chuckle erupting from his chest. he pulls out a pen of some sort (later figuring out it was for makeup) and grabs a leaf from the ground. he scribbles something on it before handing it to me.

“call when you know your father won’t listen.”

and with that, he left. i look down at the leaf and saw he had written his number. my heart jumps from happiness but it soon ended once i realize i don’t have a phone. that’s why in the morning i begged my father to buy me one and lied saying it was for me to call him in case of emergencies.

~flashback over~

“mr. sandman?! y/n?! what on earth is going on?!” i hear my father shout.

we pull away from each other and stare at my father (who’s stomping towards us) with white faces.

“dr. benzedrine, i-i can explain..” mr. sandman starts but was immediately cut off.

“what do you think you’re doing with my daughter?! especially outside like this! you know exactly how dangerous it is for her to be out!”

my father was up close to mr. sandman’s face, screaming at him as he poked his chest with his finger.

“father stop it!” i scream out.

“you stay out of this! you are grounded once we get home! no phone, no books, no music, no nothing! you’ll see now how it would be if you were really locked away!” his face was red with anger.

“you don’t understand me at all!” i had tears streaming down my face.

“just because i’m something you created doesn’t mean i’m forever yours to keep! you have to realize that i’m getting older and you need to let go! i love mr. sandman and i mean it! he’s shown me so much of this world, more than you ever have!“

my father just stares at me, taking in everything i’ve just said.

“you love him?”

“yes, i do.”

“do you love her back?”

mr. sandman gulps once the attention is back on him.

“with all my heart. y/n, you must take my heart because it’s already full of you. being with you all these nights had made me realize that i’d want to stick by your side, staring at the stars as we sit together. now and forever.”

“oh, mr. sandman!” i cry out, running to engulf him in a hug.

my father stares at the scene unfolding in front of him, his stomach turning with guilt once he realizes his mistakes.

“y/n you’re right. i’ve been such a terrible father, keeping you locked up tight and preventing you from seeing the world. if you do truly love mr. sandman, then you both have my blessing to be together.”

“oh father, you raised me as right as you could. you gave me life and i’m grateful. i understand that you’re trying to protect me from the things you’ve seen out in the world, but you can’t protect me forever. i love you.” i leave the hug with mr. sandman and go to hug my father.

“i love you too, honey.” he kisses the top of my head.

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Four

Thursday 7:30 PM

I stood at the counter flipping through a magazine and occasionally glancing up to the movie that was playing on the TVs around the store. It had been a slow fucking night; nobody wanted to be out while there was a killer on the loose. Randy was in the back where the adult only section was. I don't even want to think about what he might be doing back there besides putting returns back. I had driven myself to work tonight since I had gone home right after school.

*ring…ring…ring*

I sighed and grabbed the phone from beside me. "Bradley Video," I answered. "Hello, yn." I stood up straight, "um…hi. Can I help you with something?" I asked. There was silence for a few seconds before the person answered. Something in my gut was screaming at me that this wasn't someone calling to ask about a movie or how late we were open tonight. "What's your favorite scary movie?" They asked. I sighed heavily, "Barney. Bye now," I said, annoyed.

"Don't you fucking hang up on me or you'll come home to find your sister the same way you found your whore of a mother!" My whole body tensed, "who is this?" I asked. I looked around the store and out the windows. "Better question is where am I?" they said. "Okay, then where are you?" I asked. More silence. My gut was telling me to rush home and check on Sidney. "Watching your sister sleeping on the couch. Let's play a game," they said.

"What kind of game?" I asked. He darkly chuckled, "I'm going to ask you some questions. If you get them wrong Sidney dies and her blood redecorates your living room." I could feel my pulse pick up, my hands were starting to slightly shake. "Fine. Ask your fucking questions," I said. He hummed and I could just see the smirk that probably spread across his face.

"The category is horror movies. First question: Who is the killer in Friday the 13th?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, "Mrs. Voorhees. I thought these were going to be fucking hard," I said. "Looks like she lives for now. Second question: In the Exorcist, what is the Demon’s name?" He asked. I had to think for a couple seconds. The movie wasn't my favorite but it also wasn't bad. "Pazuzu." I heard a low growl? Was this motherfucker growling? "What's the matter? Pissed you can't stump me?" I asked.

"Third question: Am I inside or outside the house?" My stomach dropped and my heart slammed against my ribcage. "Don't you fucking touch her!" He laughed. Like he actually fucking laughed! "Can you get here in time, yn? Let's find out." He hung up after that and I rushed around the counter and ran to the back. I ran into Randy on the way to the break room to get my keys. "Whoa! What's going on? Why are you in such a rush?" I pushed him out of the way and went straight to my bag.

Once my hand grabbed a hold of it I rushed back to the front of the store. "Wait, yn! Where are you going?!" Randy yelled. "I have to go, he's at the house!" I ran out the door and got in my car leaving Randy standing at the door confused. I sped out of town and within five minutes I was pulling onto Elm Street. I pulled into the driveway, put the car in park and rushed to the front door.

"Fuck!" The door was locked. I ran around the porch, up the stairs to the upper deck and to the stairs that lead to the top floor. I tried that door but it was locked too. "Fuck!" I looked up and cringed. "Good thing I don't ever lock my fucking window." I climbed up to the room and carefully made my way to my bedroom window. Pushing it up I climbed in and rushed over to my door when I heard Sidney scream.

I swung my door open and saw someone in a black cloak slammed into her door. "Hey, asshole!" I yelled. I grabbed the baseball bat by my door. His head snapped towards me. I spun the bat in my hand, "three seconds to back the fuck away from my sister's room before I beat your fucking head in." Now don't get me wrong I was fucking terrified and I know I'm being fucking stupid threatening a killer but I was not going to let him near Sidney.

My grip tightened on the bat as my hands started to shake. He turned his body completely towards me. I noticed the knife in hand. The white ghostface mask was fucking creepy. His head tilted like he didn't expect me to show up. My heart was pounding against my ribs. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when he bolted down the stairs. I wanted to vomit. I looked over the railing and heard the door slam shut. "What the fuck."

I walked over to Sidney's room after a few minutes when she came running out. "Sid?" She grabbed my arm and pulled me with her down the stairs. When I looked behind me I saw Billy coming out of her room calling her name. We made eye contact and his eyes widened like he wasn't expecting to see me too just like the killer didn't expect to see me. When Sidney opened the door she yelped, making me jump. Dewey was there holding the white ghostface mask in his hand.

We were outside Dewey asking us questions about what happened. Sidney was sitting in the ambulance that was there and I was leaning up against it, the bat still in my hand. Two other police officers brought Billy out in handcuffs, putting him in the back seat of the police car. He kept saying Sidney's name until Sheriff Burke showed up then he was telling him to call his dad. "Oh, my god, Sidney!" I looked over to see Tatum running over to us. "Are you okay? Yn, what're you doing here I thought you were at work?" She was looking between us.

"I was until I got a call from the killer threatening Sindey," I said. Dewey tried to move her out of the way and she pulled away from him. "She's staying with us. Their dad's away for the weekend. And yn too if you want to," she said. "Does mom know?" He asked. She rolled her eyes, "yes, doofus." I put my hand over my mouth to hide my laugh. "Babe!" I pushed off the ambulance to see Stu running over to me. "Stu? What're you doing here?" I asked.

Dewey was leading Sidney to his jeep and Stu watched as the car with Billy in it drove past us. Then Dewey and Tatum left. "I was going to come over and try to convince you to come stay with me while your dad is gone. What the fuck happened? Are you okay?" He asked. He started to look me up and down for any injuries when I saw Gale making her way towards us. "I'll explain in the car, come on." I pulled him towards his car as Gale yelled my name. "Fucknl off!" I slammed the door shut and Stu drove off towards the station.

[searchingforgravity]

Santa Baby - Day 8 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Your and Elvis' love life is blossoming quickly as you get more and more comfortable with each other in the bedroom. It's Christmas and Elvis introduces one of his hidden kinks in a Christmas present he got for you.

TW: Sex, Smut, Oral (male receiving), role play, dirty talk, voyeurism

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 2121

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you enjoy today's story, and happy reading!

Elvis pulls you in his arms as he grabs the last present from under the tree. He leans down, his lips ghosting over your neck as he inhales the perfume you are wearing. You know it's his favorite perfume on you, he had even asked you if you could wear it today, he liked smelling it so much. The two of you have been together for a little over a year now and were having sex every day, multiple times a day. You were in the stage of your relationship where you couldn't keep your hands off each other, and you were loving every second of it. You lean back into him as he threads his fingers through yours.

"Alright, honey, go on and open it," he whispers against your ear, kissing your cheek softly. You tear open the wrapping paper and open the plain cardboard box, completely stumped when you see what's inside. There is a nurse looking dress that you hold up along with a stethoscope, a thermometer, and an ice pack. "E, what is all this stuff?" you ask, confusion clear on your face. "W-well, you know how we've been a little...adventurous in the bedroom lately?" Your cheeks flush slightly from his words. A little is a gross understatement. Fucking each other silly was more accurate. "Yeah...I know," you muse, your mind suddenly getting lost in the image of his face when he orgasms; the sight forever inked in your head. "Well...there are a few things that I wanted to try out, if you wanted to," he mumbles, his fingers absentmindedly running circles on your forearm. "What kinds of things?" you question, your curiosity peaking. "Well," he clears his throat softly as he adjusts his seating position on the floor. "I uh...I have this fantasy where I-I'm a patient and you're a nurse takin' care a me," he groans at just saying his kink out loud, envisioning it in his mind. Your cheeks flush softly at hearing him say this, but a surge of heat runs through you; his words getting you hot and bothered. "Really? That's your fantasy?" you sigh out, your hand trailing along his arm, your back still to him. "mhm," he murmurs, his lips returning to your neck. "Do you wanna try it out?" you whisper.

After hearing you say you're willing to try it, he bursts with excitement. You change into the nurses outfit he bought for you and put the stethoscope around your neck. You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you wait for Elvis to get ready on the bed. You turn in your dress and your ass is barely covered, the dress is so short. You smirk as you get an idea, getting situated in your role. "Okay honey, I'm ready," Elvis calls out, and you walk out into the bedroom.

The bedroom is dimly lit and he has himself covered from the waist down with a blanket, feigning the look of pain on his face. When he sees you in your skimpy nurse outfit, he can't help but groan out loud, making you quirk your eyebrow mischievously as you walk up to the side of the bed. "Hello Mr. Presley, my name is miss (y/l/n), I'll be taking care of you today. What seems to be the problem?" He adjusts his position on the bed, looking up at you with lust blown eyes. "W-well, miss, you see, I was just goin' about my day as usual when all the sudden, I have this terrible pain," he mumbles, giving you puppy dog eyes. You look him up and down, and see a visible bulge just below his waist, sticking out through the blanket. "I see," you breathe, leaning down closer to him. "And where is this pain located, Mr. Presley?" you ask, feigning ignorance. "Well, ma'am, I-I have a terrible pain comin' from my groin area. It came about a few hours ago. Feels like it's gonna just burst at any second," he groans, giving you a look so innocent you almost laugh out. "Alright well, we'll take a look at that in just a minute, first let's get your heart rate," you say, bringing the stethoscope to his chest. "Mr. Presley, could you please remove your shirt for me?" a smirk forming on your lips despite yourself. "Yes ma'am," he grins, seeing you enjoying this.

After he removes his shirt, you hum at the sight of him. "Off the record, Mr. Presley, your body is in very good form. You're very pleasing to look at," you muse running your hand up his slightly hairy chest. He chuckles at this. "Now miss (y/l/n), I'm not gonna hafta report you, am I?" You hum again in thought. "If you would like to, but something tells me you're not going to be thinking about that by the time you're done here."

After bringing the cold metal to his chest, he hisses softly, arching his back to meet your touch. You push him back down telling him he needs to rest, and he rolls his eyes, a smirk forming on his mouth. You trail your hands down his body, pretending to check for any sensitive spots before gently pulling the blanket down his waist. You are surprised to see he's not wearing any pants or underwear underneath."Oh yes, I see the issue here," you say, gently prodding at his impossibly hard erection. He can't control the groan that escapes his lips at your prodding. "You have a serious case of blue balls. Not to worry though, I am very trained in this department," you breathe bringing your hand gently grasp his throbbing member. He sucks in a harsh breath at your actions. "Oh I bet you are, sweetheart," he groans, breaking character. "Excuse me Mr. Presley, I will not have that kind of talk from you! Do you want my help or not?" You scold and he gasps as you remove your hand from his erection. "Y-Yes, I do. I'm sorry ma'am, I'll stay quiet," he says quickly, needing to feel your hand on him again. "Good," you mumble, bringing your hand back to his cock, spreading his pre-cum around the tip with the pad of your thumb. "Hm, it looks like we're going to have to make you orgasm in order to make you feel better. Is this okay with you?" You glance at him with devilish eyes. His gaze on you is so hooded his eyes are almost closed. Seeing you like this is almost too much to handle. "Fuck, yes. Do whatever you need to," he groans, his eyes not leaving yours.

You nod as you bring your mouth to just his tip, swirling your tongue around it, teasing him. "Oh God," he groans, throwing his head back against the pillows. You moan on his dick, slightly rubbing your thighs together for some friction. You bring one hand to his balls, massaging them softly as your other hand rests of his thigh. You breathe in as you slowly take him in your mouth, inch by inch until his tip is resting at the back of your throat. He gasps out as he places his hands on the top of your head, but you are quick to push them off, pulling your mouth away from him. "Mr. Presley, please do not touch me while I'm working. Keep your hands to yourself like a good boy," you order, making him groan out of frustration, but obeying you nonetheless.

You are quick to start sucking him off at a fast pace after this, causing him to grip desperately at the bedsheets underneath him. You take him deeper, causing him to hit the back of your throat as you gag around him. "Jesus Christ, mama," he moans, his hands gripping the sheets so hard you think he might make a tear in them. This causes you to pick up the pace, moaning onto his cock. He tries raising his hips to buck into you but you quickly bring your hands to pin his waist down, preventing him form continuing. Of course he could've overpowered you but, truthfully, he was loving this side of you. Seeing you take control is enough for him to cum right then and there. You start trailing your tongue along the bugling veins on his dick and he cries out at the feeling. You know he is close so you bring your hand o his balls again, massaging them at a quicker pace as you drag out your movements on his member, stopping for a short period of time when he was stuffed all the way down your throat. His legs start to shake at this, strangled moans falling from his lips. "Shit, baby, I'm gonna cum," he whines, his knuckles now white from gripping the sheets. You moan around his cock at this, and it throws him over the edge. You look up at his through your lashes as he throws his head back, a shout coming from his mouth as his cum shoots down your throat.

As you pull him out of you, you lick up his cock one last time, causing him to shudder as you trail your way up his chest. "How are you feeling, Mr. Presley?" you question, lust lacing your voice. He laughs at this. "So much better sweet heart," he sighs kissing you on the mouth. "Good. Now that you are feeling better, I want you to do something for me," you breathe. "Of course, sweet heart, I'll do anything," he whispers back. You smirk to yourself before saying "I want you to watch me touch myself."

His mouth nearly hangs open at this. "O-Okay," he groans, already getting worked up again. You get up from the bed and bring one of his lounge chairs to sit in front of him for a clear view as he bites his lip, scooting up on the bed for a better view. You grab the stethoscope from the bed, bringing it with you to the chair as you sit on your knees, bending forward so he has a clear view of your soaking pussy. "Jesus," he groans lowly, his dick already getting hard again. Slowly, you bring the metal instrument to your core, the coldness of the metal making you gasp out. "Fuck," you whimper, gently circling your clit with the cold metal, the feeling sending shock waves through you. "Oh my God, mama. Ya' look so fuckin' good," he grunts, and you can tell he's lazily touching himself.

A whine escapes your lips as you enter a finger into yourself, the stethoscope still working on your clit. Then, agonizingly slow to give Elvis a show, you start fucking back into your finger. You hear him release a string of profanities as this, his breathing becoming quicker. You bite your lip harshly as you enter another finger, a loud moan escaping you at this. Increasing the speed, you buck into your hand desperately now, groaning Elvis' name. "Fuck baby, I need ya'" he moans, getting up from the bed as he takes the stethoscope away from you, grasping at your hips. You don't fight back as he positions himself at your entrance, shoving himself inside you at a fast pace. You gasp, grabbing onto his hand for support as he fucks into you at a relentless pace, your moans quickly filling the room. You bring your hand to your clit, rubbing furiously as he spanks your ass a few time. "Such a good fuckin' slut for me. Fuck, ya feel so good," he grunts, now pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts.

You feel your orgasm quickly approaching as you grip onto the side of the chair for dear life. "Oh, oh fuck Elvis! Oh my god!," you yell loudly, on the edge of sanity. "Mh, you gonna cum for me? I feel ya' so tight 'round me. Cum for me, mama," he grunts as he brings his hand to your clit, replacing yours. He feels you clench around him harshly as your orgasm overtakes you, a soft scream falling from your lips. He holds you tight against him as he buries himself deep inside you, a second orgasm taking over his body.

After you come down from your high, you nearly collapse on the chair, but Elvis is quick to catch you, holding you up as he pulls you back against him, kissing your neck gently. "Damn baby, that was so hot," he murmurs. You can only nod in agreement, leaning your head back against he shoulder as you try catching your breath. "We should role play more often," you finally breathe out and he hums in agreement.

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[mintyaquagreen1675]

Hey folks, I'm a little stumped on a certain chapter for Hello Enigma and I need your help.

So, for context, this upcoming chapter 39 is going to to about Maritza's life as an adult but it's actually chapter 40 that is giving me an issue. You see I was wondering if I should make Maritza and the Enigma get into some crazy actives in Mrs. Tillman's store or do that in a different chapter? Also an important reminder Enzo is going to get released from the hospital soon since he's slowly recovering from his injuries after the accident. But another thing. I Las want to hear some ideas on what kind of cozy stuff I should make Maritza and the Enigma do in that store? Like if I should make Maritza defend herself from the Enigma by setting up traps or the Enigma tries to capture Maritza or etcetera etcetera?

[delborovic]

Hello Del! I'm a writer who has a request book on Archive, and I'm stumped on a writing that involves your character that participated in Law of Talos, Rellik.

You may think I need a deep answer to something, something that's utterly plot twisting,

but I just need to know if he has a house in present day. That's it, I literally just don't know if he owns a property or if he wanders the streets and ends up on websites where people post paranormal sitings and people think he's a ghost.

Have a lovely day, Del! I've loved your art for years! <3

Hi there! Ohhhhh the Deep Rellik Lore...! For starters, I must say- regardless of my answer, please feel free to do whatever you'd like with my boy, fic is for exploring what you like and making things your own! ♥ BUT I will give you the answer....

Yes, totally. Rellik is a super homebody and Things last longer than People and he likes stuff. He's accrued a lot of money from being around so long and prefers to have a cozy home base to operate out of (and keep his books and other personal affects).

Though, considering how much trouble vampires can get into... the question is if his current residence is OK or some other shenanigans have occurred. What I'm saying is that Rellik somehow having lost his house and having to bomb in on abandoned places would be both hilarious and he would HATE that, talk about maximum grumpy. He'd prefer most to have a big gothic house on a hill to be Mr Spooky out of, but with the housing market how it is these days ://///

I don't know if that helps, but go forth...!! And good luck with emo vampire!!

Also this is an entire crossover comic with Rel's house and him being particular about it as a plot point LOL

Also thank you so much!!! I'm seriously so floored and honored that people still enjoy these old comics and my boy Rellik-butt and have been checking out my art for that long :) so surreal. Thank you!!! ♥ and have fun!!!

[everlarkficquestions]

Sunday Stumped Day 40

It’s another Sunday Stumped Day!

Sometimes we straight out  get stumped. So every few months we will pick a Sunday when we’ll post  of a list of asks that we need your help on.

If you know the answer to any of these asks please  shoot us a message/  ask/  with the Post number and the fic details and  we’ll add it and give you a shout out with our thanks.  Any links you  can provide will also be super helpful.

Thanks!

Post 1 , Post 2 , Post 3, Post 4, Post 5, Post 6, Post 7, Post 8, Post 9, Post 10, Post 11, Post 12, Post 13, Post 14, Post 15, Post 16, Post 17, Post 18, Post 19, Post 20, Post 21, Post 22 , Post 23, Post 24, Post 25, Post 26,  Post 27, Post 28, Post 29 , Post 30, Post 31, Post 32, Post 33, Post 34, Post 35, Post 36, Post 37, Post 38, and Post 39 can be found here - and there are still fics we need your help with.

665. sadmetsfan  asked:Hello!

Just want to say Your blog is wonderful and helpful as hell. I just want to ask a fic which I tried to find for hours yet failed. Its a short one shot about Johanna daring Katniss to approach a stranger (Peeta) at the bar. But turns out katniss and peeta were actually secretly married and peeta just returned from a year of  military service. If i remember correctly its on ffnet, but i just couldnt find it, and it doesnt seem to be on the Military masterlist. Thank you!

666. nbdomom247 asked:

Looking for a story that had Peeta and Madge ice skating and Katniss coming over to Peetas and getting jealous…if I remember right Peeta was hooking up with Madge for a minute while Katniss was ignoring him after the games???

667. peetaswhore  asked:

do u know the fic where katniss wakes up to hear peeta singing "my girl" by the temptations?

668. craftydiva0828 asked:

I was looking for a Fic set post Mockingjay, where Peeta is back in D12 and he and Katniss are working on growing back together.  Haymitch has to return to the Capitol for some reason and the powers that be send Gale to become Katniss' guardian (help dispense her meds?). Of course, he decides to intervene on everlark.

669. foundationsbuilt asked:

Hi, I'm wondering if you could help me find a fic about Haymitch's death. Its post-mockingjay, I think Katniss and Peeta's kids are school age cause they had get well cards at his bedside. It's Peeta's POV and its Katniss and Peeta dealing with it. I remember one scene, after Peeta had snuck Haymitch in a bottle right before he died, Katniss and Peeta then drank the rest! Thanks anyway, even if you have no idea what i'm talking about, I remember it so vividly but just can't find it! 

670. shaycommacarly asked:

Hello! I am trying to look for this story but the story is a little fuzzy to me. Basically I think what happens is either Katniss daughter and her friend sneak out to the woods and Katniss goes to look for them and they either get attacked by dogs or wolves or something but Katniss protects them and carries them all the way home. When she gets home I think Greasy Saw is there and tells her that her shoulder and arm is broken and she’s like how did you carry them all home with a broken arm. Then later both kids apologize and Katniss  cries from the events that day. 

671. everlark30 asked:

Hello can you help me find a fic where Mr. Mellark marries Peetas mom and Mr .Mellark had 2 older sons already but later he leaves Mrs. Mellark because she was abusing them but he couldn’t take Peeta because he wasn’t his biological son. I hope I’m remembering right thank you. 

672. zombygrl2019 asked:

Need help finding a fic. Hope it wasn't deleted 😭  Peeta goes away to college and Katniss stays in their hometown,  Peeta ends up getting drunk and sleeping with a girl that looks like Katniss . Katniss ends up visiting Peeta at his dorm and finds out he had sex with this Bristol chick. I  think it was 2-3 chapters long.Thank you 

FOUND!

673. finnickodairsgf asked:

Hiii! I’m not too sure if this fanfic I’m looking for was on ao3 or fanfiction network but, katniss was captured by snow instead of peeta and I remember this one scene where katniss was in the hospital bed after being shot and she shared a room with Johanna and Johanna was on about how someone tried to make her have a bath so she did something to them and peeta went to Johanna, you don’t bath? Or something like that and then she pushes peeta and tells katniss to sort him out and katniss kept going something like, Johanna leave him alone he didn’t know, hopefully you can find it but if oyu can’t it’s fine! Thank you!

674. browneyeddevil asked:

Hello! I'm looking for a fic where Katniss runs away from her old life and finds herself in a diner/cafe in the middle of the night. believe Peeta is some sort of medical proffessional in this situation and often comes to this diner/cafe after his night shift. I remember it being quite angsty and slow burn. I found it on ao3 back then, but i can't seem to find it no matter what tags i've tried. I'd be really grateful if someone could help me find this! thank you!!! much love <3

675. everlarkisgreat asked:

Hi so I read this fanfic a while ago and it was about peeta being a peacekeeper I remember that his mom sold him to the capitol, and his brother bought katniss from cray because he saw how she was getting mistreated. I think in close to the end they had this whole thing with peeta having magical powers because he was born on a red moon (some kind of moon not sure if it was a red moon) I also remembered there was this little part where they found out that prim was peetas dads biological daughter (I might have confused that with another fic)

FOUND! Could it be On Borrowed Time by panskiss123? (Thank you, @eggplant8!)

Do any of these fics ring a bell? Please let us know!

[sparklemotiongalaxy]

Ficlet time!

Based on @erigold13261's Eriverse AU!

Featuring: Peni, Yinu and her mom.

(With mentions of characters from Acoss the Spider-Verse and Jujutsu Kaisen.)

1153 words, and hastily written because I really wanted this idea out of my brain.

Enjoy!

Peni Parker was in a stump. Apparently, Sayu and mer friends had some important meeting with the merch producers. Remi had just dropped her off in the Natura district, saying that "Catherine said she would come soon! Have fun!"

Yes, Peni Parker, 14 years old, was left in the care of Catherine Spinose for the first time after settling in Vinyl City. Which meant Peni probably had to meet with Yinu Spinose. After the Rock Revolution, it was said that Catherine gave her daughter some much-needed personal space. Often times though, kit always saw the mother-child duo together in the media. Catherine, with warm yet seemingly all seeing eyes. Yinu with a slightly haughty and confident gaze. Kit… didn't know what to make of it. Were they together because they really enjoyed it? Or did they stay together, just like how a lithium-ion battery charged too would often lose more and more of its life without another? They made kit feel strange emotions, a swirl of jealousy and contempt. Maybe nya could have been a better daughter. Would she have not left then? Would kit have been that haughty and confident child by kits mother's side then? Kit sighed.

Peni Parker was not a person to be afraid of strangers. Boy, nya really wanted to stay with someone else with nyan. Neon J and 1010 were busy as always, though. Today he said he had some appointments with some major clients, and Margo was helping him out as an intern. Originally kit was to stay at professor Nova's place. But it seemed professor Nova had way too much in his hands with Satoru, Suguru and Shoko being little shits. Peni just heard that professor Nova had almost all of his Mr. Dodo icepops eaten by them, despite the fact that he hid the freezer. Kit decided to decline the offer when kit heard that. Kit didn't even bother with asking Tatiana. And even Bunk Bed Junction and Eve were helping out Miles and his friends do an art project. Gwen looked ecstatic to meet Zuke.

Fae could have just asked faer friends to bring Peni along. And yet…

Holding SP//dr close to kits, Peni decided to wait in the patio in Natura. SP//dr probably felt Peni tense up, and hugged kits back. "Thanks." It would be an understatement to say SP//dr saved kits. Sure Peni had friends like Noir, Margo, Ham and Hobie at first, with more and more friends at Nueva York. But SP//dr… gave Peni hope. Hope that kits powers were not just destroying. Hope that even after accidentally killing kits dad, kit can make something beautiful with it. SP//dr nuzzled close to Peni. Kit should add a purring function to SP//dr, a collar with a mini speaker or a vibration motor? Maybe when-

"Peni?" Kit jolted. There she was. Catherine Spinose, leader of the Natura District. Renowned EDM artist. Mother of Yinu Spinose. She was as tall as Peni heard, with golden yellow eyes. She gazed down at Peni. "It is wonderful meeting you. Let's go, Yinu is waiting for you." Huh. Yinu was interested in kits.

"Hello, Ms. Spinose." Peni stood up, and bowed. Yu told kits that bowing, no matter to whom, was a good idea to look polite. SP//dr followed suit, while being held by Peni.

Surprisingly, Catherine laughed. Not the jealous type of laugh. A genuine, soft laugh. "Please, call me Catherine. Yinu is waiting for us." Peni just nodded, and opened the blue cat backpack (nicknamed "kit-pack" by Hobie) to prompt SP//dr in it.

The walk to Catherine and Yinu's home was brief. "I like your backpack, dear." "… thank you, Ms. Catherine." Silence. Peni felt Catherine's gaze into nyan and SP//dr. "It is rare for Yinu to be interested in others, much less allow for someone to come over with such short notice." "… is that a good thing?" "… for me as a mother, yes." "Oh." "It is nice that she has other people her age around, especially those who are not affiliated with NSR." "I hope I wouldn't let you down." "… you don't smoke like that child made of glass, do you?" "… no?" Peni did not want to know what Shoko did. "Then you won't."

"Here we are." The house, as nya expected, was massive. The cobblestone felt like it was glowing gold under the sun. It had a winding garden with roses of all colors. Even rainbow colored ones. The vines crept up on the wire gates. Peni gingerly held them to take a closer look. "Plant magic. Yinu has been working on honing them for a while." Catherine was right behind SP//dr. Peni felt SP//dr jump inside nyan's kit-pack. "Oh! I startled you, my apologizes." She looked like she stepped on someone's foot. "It's okay, Ms. Catherine. The roses look amazing." Peni quickly smiled back in reassurance.

"Shall we go in? It would be cooler indoors." Catherine pushed the door taller than her. It was then Peni realized Catherine had shrank in size slightly just for kits. Upon entering the door, kit saw the painting hanged on the wall. It had a younger Yinu on Catherine's lap. And someone with golden yellow hair, wearing a red rose suit. They all looked happy. "Rubato would have loved all of you." "Would". Peni willingly decided not to connect the dots in kits head. Small footsteps. "Mama! Is Peni here?"

There she was. The golden maestro of Vinyl City. The child prodigy. Yinu Spinose was running up to her mother and the stranger in a simple shirt and pajama pants. Her smile seemed to be electric, with hands covered in… crayon? Yinu jumped up to hug her mother. "Wait til we wash our hands, dear." Even with the whole house smelling like roses, the soap seemed somehow sweeter.

Catherine did hug Yinu, and decided to retrieve some snacks for the two of them. Peni and Yinu were left in Yinu's playroom. Yinu waved to Peni. "I'm Yinu Spinose. And you're Peni Parker, right? I heard you like cats, so I thought we could draw some cats together!" There were some paper and crayons that suggested that. There were already some cats on the pages. Cute. Peni was confused. The Golden Child of Vinyl City, wanting to play with kits? Despite all the chaos that has happened to Peni Parker in the past few months, this felt more strange than anything combined.

Then. SP//dr jumped out of the kit-pack, and slipped into Yinu's arms. SP//dr never leaves Peni's side. "He likes me!" Yinu giggled. SP//dr gestured towards Yinu's crayon covered hands, and made a rubbing motion with fluffy paws. "Do you… want me to wash my hands so that I can hug you?" SP//dr nodded. Yinu left the door, with SP//dr trailing behind her.

Maybe… Yinu and Catherine Spinose actually wanted to be friends with kits. Maybe they won't leave Peni behind, and kit could have fun.