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

[cafffine]

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?

[mortimerc]

𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬, ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲. 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱.

𝔙𝔦𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔯/𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔬 x ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱

A/N: SMUT WEEWOOWEEWOO 🚨🚨, anyways,, I hope you still enjoy and maybe in the future, I will have enough experience and actually do a good smut

MINORS/FEMALE BLOGS DNI 🫷🏻🫷🏻🫷🏻

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“This is why I am leaving!…. You don’t actually care for those around you huh, Vik.?”

“I-I.. You are jumping into conclusions-“ Viktor said

“How many conclusions am I going to jump into until I realised you actually never cared for me? Never loved me.” You said walking closer to him

“I’m sorry, Vik.. but this has to end, we have to end. Find something that really matters for us.” You said before giving him a last kiss goodbye and grabbing your briefcase and left the lab-

“You wanted to see me, Viktor.?”

The memory was cut short when Salo enters the room.

“Ah, Salo.. Hm yes. How are the repairs of your body growing on you? I hope it doesn’t interfere with your life now.”

“Mhm, they are fine, I do have to thank you again for fixing me, Viktor.. I have to repay you somehow… Name your price”

“In my life now, money has no use to me.”

“Ah.. right.”

“But there is one thing that you can do for me, Salo.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything”

Viktor chuckles at Salo’s eagerness

“I need to find.. Someone. Someone who is very dear to me.. And I was hoping you could help me.”

“Uh sure.. Do you have anything for me to recognise this person..?” Salo asks

Viktor nods and hands Salo a small photo

“Their name is [Name] is that helps you.. they should be in a hospital as we speak.”

“Wa-wait, are they hurt.?”

Viktor let’s out a soft laugh

“No,, no.. they are just employed there as a doctor. Dr. [Last Name].”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Soon, Salo leaves the room and dresses up more appropriately to visit the hospital to finally meet you

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“Hello, sir. Are you here for an appointment today?” The nurse in the said hospital said

“Yes, I would like to set up an appointment with Dr. [Last Name] please”

“Hm, let me check if they are available in the moment…. Looks like you are in luck. I will set up an appointment with them. What is your name sir?”

“Salo is fine.”

“Alright, Mr. Salo. Please wait at the waiting room until your name is called.”

“Thank you.”

Salo waits in the waiting room for an hour until his name is called into the office.

“Hello, Mr. Salo. A pleasure to meet you.”

“Hello, Doctor.”

“Can you tell me what is the problem here?”

“Ah it’s that my body is reaching,, low temperatures. I am getting worried in my wellbeing due to its unnaturality.”

“Alright.. I’ll give you a full check-up and see if there is anything else that might need taking care of.”

Soon Dr. [Last Name] conducts a clinical examination on Salo and finds that his pulse is very low to an alarming rate.

“Mr. Salo, I might have to stay here for a while. You have other problems that might arise very complicated consequences. You show signs of… how do I out this.. I’ve never seen anything like this before, and due to that, we need to conduct a few more examinations before we let you go.”

“I understand.”

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As Salo sits there in the hospital bed, he can hear Viktor’s voice talking to him

“I didn’t expect this to happen but seeing that [Name] is your primary doctor.. this might work out better than I expected. Good job, Salo.”

“Thank you, Viktor-“

His thoughts were cut short before [Name] enters the room, holding a clipboard and a small cup containing some pills inside.

“Good evening, Mr. Salo. I’ve brought some medication for you to take. If your condition worsens, we might have to resort to drastic measures. I hope you do understand Mr. Salo.”

“I understand very well.” He said before touching your hand with tenderness “thank you again, doctor.”

“It’s my job.”

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Salo’s condition is the first patient who had stumped you. You can’t seem to figure out what is happening with his body. Salo seems fine and well but his body says otherwise.

It’s like he’s a walking corpse.

Soon you both got closer and you had to discharge him from the hospital due to his long stay there and home visits and check-ups are being more frequent.

Everything was fine until one day.

The doorbell rang and Salo quickly answered it. When he does, he sees you

“Hello, Mr. Salo.”

He invites you in to his living room and you both start doing your daily check-ups.

“You are an absolute mystery. It’s almost 8 months and I still can’t find out what is wrong.”

Salo gets up and goes to his kitchen to make some tea for you both like usual whilst he’s talking to [Name].

“I truly also wonder..”

When he is done, he sets the tea on top of the coffee table and you grab your drink while Salo grabs his. You always had enjoyed his homemade drinks that he makes during the check-ups but.. something is wrong this time..

You feel lightheaded and tired after you drank the tea that Salo had given to you.

“Salo… what..” your words slurred while you try to keep conscious but soon failed.

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You soon wake up and finding yourself in a beautiful garden. And somethin- no. Someone sitting in a chair in front of you. Someone with long hair, blue cloak and a staff-like cane leaning against the armrest of the said chair.

“Ah, [Name].. you’re awake.”

Wait.. you recognise that voice.. that accent..

“Viktor..?”

“You remember me, Love?”

“I…You…How did you fi-“

“Find you? Do you remember Salo.?”

Now everything seems to crash down on you. This was all apart of his plan. And you and fallen for it.

Even if you were still hold the grudge against him years ago, you still can’t stay mad at that face, those puppy eyes looking at you.

Viktor comes down to your level, due to you still leaning and slumped against the walls of the greenhouse. And he pulls you in a warm embrace, you can feel him sniffing your scent as if it was his lifeline.

“Viktor..”

“[Name.].. Don’t ever leave me again, please… I promise.. I promise… I won’t ignore you anymore…”

“͎͕̦ͫ̊̊ͨ͑I̗ ͍̭̜͔ͯ̉w̯̥͍̦̩̱͗ͤ̑͂ͥo̘͇̩̞ͯ̋ͭ͂n͎̦̜̻͈͊͒̀’̠̜̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔͊ ̠͔̞̔͒̐̏́l͙̬̞̥̲̦͚̙e͕̬̔͛͌à̜̫͍̣͖̩͔̩͕̑̉ͧ̿̌̆ͅv͚̭̫̖̲̦͚̙ͤ̚e͕̬̔͛͌ ͇͉̬̆ͫ̈́͋̉ͅy̬̣̥͍̦̩̱ͦ̇͊̔o̘͇̩̞̗ͯ̋ͭ͂uͦ à̜̫͍̣͖̠͔̞̑̉ͧ̿̔͒̐̏́l͙̬̞̥̥͍̦̩̱o̘͇̩̞ͯ̋ͭ͂n͎̦̜̻͈̲̦͚̙͊͒̀e͕̬̔͛͌ à̜̫͍̣͖̑̉ͧ̿n͎̦̜̻͈͇͉̬͊͒̀̆ͫ̈́͋̉ͅy̬̣͙̗͓̖ͦ̇͊̔ͬͩ̊m̩͈͕̥͍̦̩̱o̘͇̩̞͕̰ͯ̋ͭ͂̒ͨ̈́r̯̠̦̩̲̦͚̙ͨ̌̑e͕̬̔͛͌.

୧‿︵‿‿︵‿‿︵‿୨ 𒋝 ୧‿︵‿‿︵‿︵‿︵୨

It had been a while since you lived with Viktor. Now, he seemed more.. clingy. Staying by your side always.

“Hey, [Name].”

He greets you while you were reading a book, putting it down and giving Viktor all of your attention before he goes in for a kiss.

“Hey, Vik..”

He goes into your lap before making himself comfortable, nuzzling his face into your neck, smelling your cologne. And putting your arms around his waist.

“How was your day, hon.?” You asked.

“It was horrible until I got to you..” Viktor says before grabbing the book you were reading.

“I’m bored.. want to read this together.?”

“Mhm, sure-“ you said nuzzling your face into his head, slightly sniffing his hair. But you smell something. Blood. Something you were too familiar with being used to work in a hospital.

“What did you do this time…?”

“That bitch at that shop was too talkative to you..”

You laughed softly before saying “she was asking for directions, love..”

“…” Viktor says quiet while ignoring your teasing and reads the book

You had gotten used to his behaviour due to both of you being together for 5 years, 78 days and 8 hours now.

It looks like his obsessive behaviour had rubbed off on you now.

It’s not like you were complaining.

As you were reading together, you felt Viktor kissing your neck. Shit..

You can feel yourself getting hard and you know Viktor also can feel it too

“Someone’s eager, huh.?”

“Shut it..”

“Cmon, fuck me like you used to..”

“…” your words slurred said nothing while unbuckling your belt. When you get your pants undone, you took off your boxers and starts to stroke yourself with the pre-cum that had accumulated overtime.

Viktor also waste no time undressing and grabs a lubricant from the cabinet of the coffee table.

“You had that kept in there..?”

“Nothings wrong with being prepared, love” he defended

As you both prepped each other, you quickly propped yourself on the rim of Viktor’s hole

“Fuck..” he said

You slowly insert yourself inside of Viktor and going a slow pace, making sure Viktor gets used to the feeling

“Fast.. faster..”

“That’s not how you ask, darling..” you said teasingly

“Please.. sir! Faster please..” Viktor pleads

“So obedient.” You said before your pace starts going faster

“Ah!~ fuck.! Sir..! Please..~”

“Fucking hell, you are tight…”

“Ahh~! Fu-~! Fuck.!”

You can feel Viktor being close as he clenched around you, his greedy hole taking you in so well

“Tog-ah~.. together..!”

After a while, you felt yourself being closer to your high before finishing together with Viktor.

You both sits there, panting and catching both of your breaths.

“You okay..?” You asked

“More than okay..fuck.. that was amazing..”

“Here., I’ll get you cleaned up..”

You gathered enough energy to pick Viktor up in your arms and carrying him bridal style to the bathroom before having a lovely bath together..

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Holy shit My arm hurts after writing this.. sorry if the smut was short. My brain can only hold so much im a fuckin bitch alright… welp enjoy!

[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!!

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fav movies: the nightmare before christmas, fantastic mr. fox, the iron giant, spiderman, catch me if you can, kingsman, back to the future, matrix, lord of the rings, alien. again i can't think any more from the top of my head but you can check my letterboxd if u want

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[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 💕

[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.

[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.

[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!

[the-gay-loser]

This Story Took Me Three Years!

May 10 1779 Wednesday 

The rolling hills around Jockey Hollow are green with patches of wildflowers. Yesterday after our lessons, the girls and I put away our journals then dashed out of the hut. Robert came, too. We ran through fields, over a creek, and up a slope. We just felt like running! When we reached headquarters, we heard commotion coming along the road. Horsemen and soldiers were cheering “Lafayette!” came the shouts. “Huzzah!” “Huzzah!” We each jumped upon a tree stump, hoping to see we only got a quick glimpse of his face and his red hair when he waved at us

May 11 1779 Thursday 

Today I went to headquarters, when I got in Ms. Washington was cooking “good morning Abby! How about you eat with us today, we have a new guest!”

I knew who she meant and I was happy to meet him again. After breakfast Lafayette introduced himself “i don't think we properly introduced i am Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier the Marquis de Lafayette it is a pleasure to meet you” “ same here my name is Abigail Jane Stewart” then we heard Washington say “Marquis where did you go i need your opinion on this battle strategy” Lafayette bowed at me “i hope to see you again Miss Stewart au revoir” i must say he is quite a kind man and i hope to see him again to  

May 19 1779 Wednesday 

I went to headquarters again today because i had to drop off a letter to Mrs Washington i was secretly hoping to see Lafayette when i got in there the generals were all eating Mrs Washington was sitting next to her husband when i looked around I didn’t see Lafayette  Oney came up to me and asked “can i help you dear” “oh…uh I have this letter for Mrs Washington” “i will take it dear” i walked back to the tents  puzzled: why wasn’t lafayette there, did he leave already? 

May 20 1779 Thursday

I came to headquarters again cause Mrs Washington invited me for tea,

Mrs Knox was waiting “hello Abby come in and sit Mrs Washington will be here soon” upstairs I heard horrible coughing. I must have had a confused look cause Mrs Knox said “poor thing, hopefully he’ll get better soon” “who?” “Lafayette, poor thing caught a terrible fever been coughing and wheezing all day and yesterday to” that's why I didn’t see him yesterday he didnt leave he’s sick “ahh Abby you're here, sorry to disappoint you but we might have to cancel this meeting i don't know if Mrs Knox already told you but Lafayette has a terrible fever poor thing and worst of all he feels bad i keep telling him it's fine but he won’t stop saying sorry” i left feeling sorry for him  

May 23 1779 Sunday 

I told mama she said “we should bring him something” we spend all day trying to convince the soldiers to go steal eggs flour milk and butter from farmers so we could make butter bread Sally and Mazie stole one mama wasn’t to happy she might of thrown a wooden spoon at sally once or twice

May 24 1779 Monday

Today i went to headquarters, to give the biscuits to Lafayette Mrs Washington let me go up to see him cause she said he should be asleep I walked upstairs and entered the room I walked over and but the basket on the table bye his bed I turned and couldn’t stop string he looked so adorable with his fever flushed cheeks and his long hair falling down his face I couldn’t help but tuck the loose hair behind his ear he moaned and his eyes flickered open he opened his mouth to speak but a coughing fit hit him he groaned and shut his eyes again I told him he not speak or it would drain his energy further he moaned again and grabbed my hand squeezing it I sighed he was delirious I set a wet washcloth on his forehead and headed downstairs i said my quick goodbyes and left 

May 30 1779 Friday 

Ok if i don’t write this down I’ll explode with joy, so it was a regular day I was doing laundry with mama and Mrs Lulu while Sally and Mazie played i was about to hang something when i heard horse hoofs i was pretty sure it was the general he always does check-in’s on the soldiers but the hooves stopped at our tent then I heard mama “thank you and you feel better” i knew who it was i almost yelled Lafayette was at our tent a major general at our tent i walked over pretending i didnt know he was here “oh hello again” i said, he smiled but this time he seemed really happy “do you feel better?” I asked of course he said “yes, thank you for that bread it was heavenly” 

I felt myself blushing. I couldn’t stop. He smiled, of course Sally asked “can i pet your horse” either he has kids at home or he doesn’t want to be rude “but of course” he said then this spiraled into a tornado of questions “what is it like in France? Do you have a family? Are you married? Do you have kids? Do you have more pets? Do you know Mr and Mrs Washington?” He answered all of them which I thought was humanly impossible. But it answers my questions here are the answers 

What is it like in France: well it's nothing like America 

Do you have a family: sadly my mom and dad died before i was 13

Are you married: yes 

Do you have kids: yes 

Do you have more pets: yes lots more but all of them are back in France 

Do you know Mr and Mrs Washington: Yes Mr. Washington is my commanding officer, and Mrs. Washington helped take care of me when i was sick 

Then he bowed and rode off i was starstruck he was kind with my mom and answered all of the questions my sister asked and let her and Mazie pet his horse he didn’t even care that Mrs Lulu and Mazie are black, but i knew that him and Mr. Washington are really close and wanna something cool diary he had both pants pulled up so i could see a musket ball scar i wanted to ask but i knew it was rude my candle is Burning out goodnight diary

June 1779 Monday

Me and sally walked over to headquarters today and wow it's hot i was sweating like crazy, before i go in i rub my forehead with my dress, everyone was drinking wine and cheering Lafayette was sitting with Mr. Washington i could see Washington laughing while Lafayette smiled suddenly Oney popped up next to me “there sweet aren’t they lafayette is one of the only generals that make him laugh” i looked back she was looking at me i didn't know what to say but luckily Sally saved me “Abby we have to go back to the camp” before i left i waved to lafayette he waved back i didn't know that was gonna happen Washington looked over at me and smiled that was the first time i saw him smile at me. 

June 10 1779 Wednesday 

Today lafayette wrote to me and asked if i wanted to come to headquarters cause his was “bored out of my mind” i came over but before i could go inside i heard this “Miss Stewart over here” i didn't consider that we would walk around jockey hollow together but it was nice we talked about our family’s and our life’s it got late and he walked me back to camp kissing my hand before he left 

June 11 1779 Thursday

Today i came by just for fun, when i came everyone looked sad Lafayette had his head in hands Mrs. Washington was patting him on the back she asked me to grab a handkerchief for Lafayette i did and he picked up his head his eyes where red and his face was pale he was trying to catch his breath Mrs. Washington nodded to the kitchen and we both walked over there “what going on?” “Lafayette’s oldest daughter Henriette passed away a year ago poor thing had just got the letter” as i was walking back i thought to myself:

1: lafayette was on a boat for 2 months  and then hiked through snow

2: he got a terrible cold

3:  and know he just lost his oldest daughter 

Can things get any worse for him?

July 12 1779 Tuesday

I went over to check on Lafayette only to find he wasn’t at headquarters I walked around trying to find him until I finally saw a figure sleeping against a tree I walked over and sure enough it was lafayette he was sound asleep against a giant oak tree I got a little nervous when i saw that he was a slight bit more pale but i walked over to him and shook him a bit he startled and then opened his eyes he say me and instantly shot up like a bullet “Miss Stewart to what do i owe the pleasure I smiled and told him I was looking for him he smiled and sat back down we talked for awhile sometimes he would pause a swallow down what i expected to be a sob I told he didn't have to hid it he instantly let multiple teardrops fall from his face and all i did was wrap my arms around him and pull him into a tight hug 

July 13 1779 Wednesday 

My fathers division is now under command of Lafayette finally more time to see a dear friend. He is based in a brick house a few miles away. Sally and Mazie have been doing stick races on the frozen lake 

January 1 1779 Thursday 

Lafayette has been riding back and forth from Washington’s camp and whenever he returns he looks stressed. I haven’t been able to see him a lot but he smiles whenever he sees me.

January 21779 Friday

Oh diary i am writing while crying tis why there are wet spots on these pages I can’t write about it know

July 16 1780 Saturday 

Ok, diary time to write about last night.

As I said in my entirety on Thursday Lafayette rides back and forth from Washington’s camp to his, well yesterday he went out again. I heard a rumor about him having a violent headache but he looked fine when he left. Well after an hour of him gone people started to worry so we sent a scout to go see if he was ok so when he comes back asking for a wagon we all yell “Mrs. Washington is coming with friends” but i didn't cause the man looked concerned well when he came back and no one was in the wagon we all put our heads down Mrs.Washington Wasn’t coming but then the man called for a doctor we all panicked looking for anyone well sally and Mazie found one sleeping they shook him awake no one knew  who it could be but i think i knew and it hit me like a bullet to the heart when i saw reddish hair it was lafayette he passed out on his ride there and when the scout saw him and no horse he panicked that why he wanted blankets and a wagon the doctor got over and first checked his palm for a heart beat lucky he told everyone his heart was beating but very faintly he was shivering and looked horrid the doctor asked Capitan Sherman Locks to help carry lafayette in side to the hearth where he could warm up next the doctor asked for an assistant and picked me when i got in i was assigned to put a hot rag on his head. for a job that sounded so simple it pulled on your heart strings he would moan and shut his eyes tight and squeeze my hand which made me know he was still living which was a good sign but when he was squeezing and his hand loosened i panicked i called for the doctor but he didn’t hear me i got so stressed i fainted when i awoke i was on a chair someone must’ve put me there but when i saw lafayette rubbing his head my world lit up he was alive when i stood he said “ahh your awake”

“How are you?” I asked “good, but my head feels like it was hit by a carriage” I laughed and he joined me then From the other room “Miss Stewart, is he awake?” “Yes, sir he is” the doctor walked over a put his hand on Lafayette’s head “ow” said lafayette The man shook his head “General Lafayette, I am afraid you might be dying” tears poured down me face i shook my head and ran out I don't know what Lafayette said but I bet he was as scared and sad as me

January 17 1778 Sunday

I told Mama,Sally,Miss Lulu,and Mazie every single one of them started to cry the word spread fast people started to pray and some started to make a coffin i couldn’t  make my body move i was so upset all of a sudden I started to feel scared really scared like i lost all the protection i had gained i realized that i was scared because being around lafayette made me feel safe.

January 18 1778 Monday

I got a letter from headquarters today i asked around i was the only one to get it i lit a candle outside and opened the letter: “Dear Adrienne” oh no it was for his wife but i really wanted to read it so I copied the letter in this diary and then sealed it and told myself to sneak to the mail pile in headquarters here diary but lets keep this our little secret 

Dear Adrienne, this hard to write as my hand trembles at the mere thought of it but i have came down with a fever and when the doctor examined me he said i might be dying although i may have committed many errors and pushed your heart to its limits 

I don't want you to grief for i do not believe this doctor and i will live until i am back with you adieu my dear adieu oh diary i wish i had a husband like that

January 19 1778 Tuesday 

Well today was a sad day. It was the day of goodbyes and farewells. I was last in line when  It was my time the man said “I can’t let you pass, General Lafayette needs his rest.” Then we heard from the other room “Know Jacob, does that seem fair?” It was Mr. Washington.  Washington walked over and leaning heavily on his shoulder was…Lafayette Oh i was so happy to see him he did not look any better but oh diary how his face lit up when he saw me “Miss Stewart it is a true pleasure to see you again” Mr. Washington said “same here sir” he nodded then after i prayed for Lafayette and wished him heath I went back to camp when I got back I asked mama “why didn’t Lafayette talk to me?” She answered and both of them i didn't like

1: “well either he was sad and grieving and just disappeared into himself i did that when David died”

2: “ he's too sick to talk and his in need of very serious care and help”

January 20 1778 Wednesday 

Today was a weird day, the doctor told me to come over and care for Lafayette, cause the he had to go see more patients, so I went over expecting to find him sleeping or resting, but instead he was at a desk, piles of letters around him he seemed fine so i sat down on a chair at the dining table. Then I heard a moan and walked over to find him head in hands and grimacing. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder as he lurched away. I stood in shock for a second and then gently spoke into his ear “hey…let's get you up into bed” he nodded and i helped him up the stairs once I finally had him in bed I went back downstairs to continue cleaning 

January 21 1778 Thursday

I came over today and he was sleeping I started to cook and then called to him “Lafayette, i made some soup do you want some” when i got no answer i went over and found him eyes shut and breathing heavily, i panicked the first thing that popped in my head was to go get my mom, i ran as fast as i could my mom dropped her spoon and ran with me first thing she did before we went was she told one of the volunteers to go get the doctor, when we got in my mom walked over and picked up his head and felt his forehead before the doctor came in, when the doctor came in he said the heavy breathing was because his body was fighting pain i took a deep breath at least he wasn’t losing breath, when the doctor left after waking lafayette up and helping him walk upstairs the doctor asked if i could stay for a while i asked him why he said he might die any minute at the word i burst into tears my mother walked over “my daughter will not see the man who she is friends with die” the word die was said to many times for my brain to count i started to lose count my legs go all nub and i fell to my knees head in hands and cried why him why my mom helped me outside and to our campsite Mazie and Sally were playing and when Sally saw my tears she ran up to me and hugged me i hugged her back she was a good sister 

January 30 1780 Wednesday

I have had a weird few days, well a weird hour because almost an hour ago I was asked to see take care of Lafayette (he didn't die yet) when I got inside I went up to his room where was staring at the ceiling “how are you?” I asked he just moaned “who made you mister depressed” he chuckled at that but it caused him to start wheezing i sat him up so he could breathe better “Merci Beaucoup Miss Stewart” I couldn’t stop crying he looked at me puzzled “what’s wrong?” “I’m scared for you” I couldn’t hold my self back anymore “Your one of my best friends and I honestly care about you and you don’t deserve to die like this, your wife needs you, your kid needs you…America needs you. He looked me in the eyes and smilied “trust me Miss. Stewart I will fight to my last breath” he held open his arms and I jumped into them and hugged him then I heard quiet snores I laughed he fell asleep in my arms. I let go and tucked him in and kissed his forehead “I have no doubt” and I walked out of his room feeling like my old self.

February 2 1780 Saturday 

I was sitting by the fire when an officer came over and handed me a letter. Curious and confused, I opened it. It read: Hello Miss. Stewart, I am sorry to contact you on such short notice but Lafayette has developed a horrible fever and if we don’t get his temperature down he might die. I know that this is on such short notice but I need you to come back to Fish Kill. He keeps asking for you and is refusing help from anyone else. Yours Truly Martha Washington (P.S If you accept this offer I will have a carriage sent for you personally.) Lafayette was asking for me, the poor girl who made food and cleaned the soldiers' old smelly clothes. There was no hesitation. I wrote back immediately . Dear Mrs. Washington, I would be honored to come back to Fish Kill and help Lafayette. To be honest I have become quite attached to the young french man thinking of him as my brother. I would be delighted if I could help in anyway I could. Is it true he is asking for me specifically. Sincerely Abigail Stewart.   The next day I got a letter back from Mrs. Washington. Thank you so much Mrs. Stewart!  I will have a carriage sent right away and yes, he has been asking for you specifically.

February 10, 1780 Sunday

A carriage arrived the very next day to escort me back to Fishkill. As I sat inside, the wheels rattling over the uneven terrain, my heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination. Lafayette needed me, and I was determined to do whatever I could to help him.

Upon arriving at Fishkill, I was greeted by Mrs. Washington herself, her face etched with worry. Without wasting a moment, she led me inside the grand estate, where Lafayette lay feverish and weak.

Entering Lafayette's room, I was struck by the sight of him lying in bed, his face flushed with fever and his breathing labored. Mrs. Washington explained that despite their best efforts, they had been unable to bring down his temperature.

Taking a deep breath, I approached Lafayette's bedside, my hands trembling with apprehension. He stirred at the sound of my footsteps, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

"Abby..." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

I took his hand in mine, feeling the heat radiating from his fevered skin. "I'm here, Lafayette," I said softly, willing my voice to remain steady despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm me.

For hours, I sat by Lafayette's side, bathing his fevered brow and offering words of comfort as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Despite his weakened state, his spirit remained unbroken, his determination to fight evident in the steely resolve that flickered in his eyes.

As the hours stretched into days, Lafayette's condition began to improve, thanks to the tireless care and attention of Mrs. Washington and the skilled physicians who tended to him. His fever gradually subsided, and color returned to his cheeks, a welcome sign of his strengthening resolve.

Throughout it all, I remained by Lafayette's side, offering whatever support I could. In those quiet moments by his bedside, I came to realize the depth of the bond that had formed between us—a bond forged in the crucible of adversity and strengthened by shared moments of fear and courage.

And as Lafayette finally emerged from the shadow of illness, his spirit renewed and his strength restored, I knew that our journey was far from over. Together, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead, drawing strength from each other and the unbreakable bond that bound us together.

February 15, 1780 Friday

As the days passed, Lafayette's strength continued to return, much to the relief of everyone at Fishkill. With each passing day, his fever subsided further, and his appetite slowly returned. The once pale and weakened Lafayette began to regain his color and vitality, a testament to his resilience and determination.

I remained by Lafayette's side, offering companionship and support as he recovered. We would spend hours talking about everything from our hopes and dreams to the challenges we had faced during the war. Lafayette's spirit was indomitable, his optimism contagious, and in his presence, I found solace and strength.

Despite the hardship he had endured, Lafayette remained steadfast in his commitment to the cause of liberty. His passion for freedom burned bright within him, a guiding light that inspired all who knew him.

As Lafayette grew stronger, he expressed his gratitude for my presence and unwavering support during his illness. He thanked me for being there for him when he needed it most, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

In those quiet moments together, I came to cherish the bond that had formed between us—a bond forged in the crucible of adversity and strengthened by our shared experiences. Lafayette had become more than just a friend; he was like family to me, and I was grateful for the opportunity to stand by his side.

And as Lafayette continued on the path to recovery, I knew that our friendship would endure long after the war had ended. For in the midst of darkness, we had found light, and in each other, we had found the strength to persevere. Together, we would face whatever challenges the future held, knowing that as long as we stood united, nothing could break our bond.

February 25, 1780 Monday

As Lafayette's recovery progressed, a sense of normalcy began to return to Fishkill. The tension that had gripped the estate during Lafayette's illness slowly dissipated, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and optimism.

Lafayette's presence was like a beacon of light, lifting the spirits of all who crossed his path. His laughter echoed through the halls, his infectious energy infusing the estate with newfound vitality.

Despite his recent brush with death, Lafayette remained as determined as ever to continue the fight for liberty. He spoke passionately about the future of America, his vision of a nation united by freedom and equality inspiring all who listened.

I found myself drawn to Lafayette's unwavering optimism and boundless enthusiasm. In his company, I felt a sense of purpose and belonging, as if I were part of something greater than myself.

As the days turned into weeks, Lafayette and I grew closer, our friendship deepening with each passing moment. We shared laughter and tears, dreams and fears, finding comfort in each other's presence.

And as spring approached, casting its golden glow over the rolling hills of Fishkill, I knew that a new chapter was beginning—one filled with promise and possibility.

For Lafayette and I, the journey was far from over. But with courage in our hearts and hope in our souls, we faced the future together, ready to embrace whatever adventures lay ahead.

And as we stood side by side, gazing out at the horizon, I knew that no matter what challenges may come our way, as long as we had each other, we could overcome anything. 

March 3rd, 1780 Saturday

A shadow hangs over the estate—a shadow casted by the specter of illness that once again gripped Lafayette.

It began with a slight cough, barely noticeable at first, but soon it grew into a persistent wheeze that wracked Lafayette's frail frame. Despite his best efforts to conceal his suffering, it was clear to all who knew him that something was terribly wrong.

As the days passed, Lafayette's condition deteriorated rapidly. His once vibrant energy waned, replaced by a pallor that spoke of deep-seated sickness. His cough grew more violent, each rasping breath a painful reminder of the frailty of human life.

Despite the best efforts of the physicians at Fishkill, Lafayette's fever raged unabated, burning like a wildfire within him. His strength waned with each passing day, his spirit dimming like a candle in the wind.

I remained by Lafayette's side, offering whatever comfort and support I could, but it pained me to see him suffer so. His once bright eyes now dulled with pain, his voice reduced to a mere whisper as he struggled to draw breath.

In those quiet moments by his bedside, I prayed for a miracle—a glimmer of hope to pierce the darkness that threatened to consume us. And miraculously, it came.

Despite the dire prognosis, Lafayette's condition began to improve. His fever broke, and color returned to his cheeks as his strength slowly returned. It was a testament to his resilience and determination, a testament to the indomitable spirit that had carried him through so many trials before.

As Lafayette's health improved, so too did the mood at Fishkill. The once somber atmosphere gave way to a sense of cautious optimism, as we dared to hope for a brighter future.

And though Lafayette's recovery would be slow and arduous, we knew that with time and care, he would emerge from this ordeal stronger than ever before.

As I sat by Lafayette's side, watching over him as he slept, I felt a profound sense of gratitude wash over me. Gratitude for his resilience, for his courage, and for the unwavering friendship that had sustained us through the darkest of days.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its golden rays over the peaceful landscape, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as we faced them together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome. For in the bonds of friendship and the resilience of the human spirit, we found the strength to endure, one day at a time.

April 20, 1780 Saturday

Despite the budding beauty of the season, a sense of tension hung heavy in the air—a tension born of the ever-present threat of danger that lurked just beyond the horizon.

One fateful day, Lafayette embarked on a reconnaissance mission to gather crucial intelligence on enemy movements. His departure filled us with a sense of unease, for we knew all too well the perils that awaited him on the battlefield.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no word from Lafayette. Each passing day brought with it a sense of mounting dread, as we waited anxiously for news of his fate.

Then, one stormy night, a rider arrived at Fishkill, bearing grave tidings. Lafayette had been gravely injured in battle, his condition critical. Without hesitation, we rallied to his side, determined to do whatever it took to save him.

As we journeyed to the battlefield, the sounds of cannons and muskets grew louder, a cacophony of chaos that served as a grim reminder of the horrors of war. But amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of hope—a hope that Lafayette would emerge from this ordeal alive and well.

Finally, we reached the battlefield, where Lafayette lay wounded amidst the carnage of war. His face was pale, his breathing shallow, but his spirit remained unbroken. With trembling hands, we carried him to safety, praying for his swift recovery.

Back at Fishkill, we tended to Lafayette's injuries with the utmost care, each of us doing our part to ease his suffering. But as the days passed, it became increasingly clear that his injuries were more severe than we had initially feared.

Lafayette had sustained multiple gunshot wounds, each one more serious than the last. His condition was critical, his very life hanging in the balance as we fought tirelessly to keep him alive.

Despite the pain, Lafayette remained resolute, his determination to overcome his injuries serving as a source of inspiration to us all. But as the days stretched into weeks, his strength began to wane, his once bright spirit dimming like a flickering flame.

And yet, even in his darkest hour, Lafayette refused to give up hope. With each passing day, he fought bravely against the odds, his unwavering courage a testament to the indomitable human spirit.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lafayette's condition began to stabilize. Though the road to recovery would be long and arduous, there was a glimmer of hope on the horizon—a hope that Lafayette would emerge from this ordeal stronger than ever before.

And as we watched him slowly regain his strength, we knew that though the scars of battle would always remain, they served as a reminder of Lafayette's bravery and sacrifice in the fight for freedom.

As spring gave way to summer, the war continued to rage on, but with Lafayette by our side once more, we faced the challenges ahead with renewed determination. And though the road ahead would be long and fraught with peril, we knew that as long as we stood together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome.

August 10, 1780 Sunday

With the arrival of fall, a sense of rejuvenation swept through Fishkill, breathing new life into the estate and its inhabitants. The once barren trees began to bud, and vibrant wildflowers dotted the landscape, painting the hillsides with splashes of color.

Lafayette, now fully recovered from his illness, seemed to embody the spirit of renewal that permeated the air. His energy was boundless, his enthusiasm infectious, and everywhere he went, he brought with him a sense of hope and optimism.

As the days grew longer and warmer, Lafayette took to exploring the surrounding countryside, eager to immerse himself in the beauty of nature. He would often invite me to accompany him on his walks, and together we would wander through meadows and forests, lost in conversation and laughter.

During these moments of tranquility, Lafayette would share stories of his homeland, regaling me with tales of France and his family. I found myself captivated by his words, transported to a world far removed from the chaos of war.

But amidst the beauty of spring, reminders of the ongoing struggle for independence were never far away. News from the front lines brought both triumph and tragedy, as the tide of battle ebbed and flowed across the countryside.

Yet, even in the face of adversity, Lafayette remained steadfast in his commitment to the cause. His unwavering resolve served as a beacon of hope for all who fought alongside him, a reminder that victory was within reach if they remained united in their pursuit of freedom.

And as we stood together beneath the clear blue skies of spring, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as we faced them together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome. For in the bonds of friendship and the promise of a brighter tomorrow, we found the strength to endure, one day at a time.

March 28th, 1780 Saturday

Even with spring now blooming into full splendor, the war raged on, its echoes reaching even the tranquil sanctuary of Fishkill. The distant thunder of cannons served as a constant reminder of the sacrifices being made on the battlefield, a reminder of the price of freedom.

But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there was a sense of unity and purpose that bound us together. Lafayette's presence at Fishkill served as a beacon of hope, his unwavering dedication to the cause inspiring us all to persevere in the face of adversity.

Together, we worked tirelessly to support the troops, providing aid and comfort to those in need. From sewing uniforms to tending to the wounded, each of us played our part in the fight for liberty, fueled by the belief that a better future awaited us on the other side of the struggle.

And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, a sense of anticipation began to build. Rumors of impending victory spread like wildfire, igniting a spark of hope in the hearts of all who longed for peace.

Then, one fateful day, news arrived that the war had come to an end. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived—the dream of independence had become a reality.

Amidst the jubilation and celebrations that swept across the land, Lafayette stood tall, a symbol of resilience and determination. His unwavering commitment to the cause had helped pave the way for victory, and his legacy would forever be enshrined in the annals of history.

As the sun set on the battlefield, casting its golden rays over the hallowed ground, I stood beside Lafayette, gazing out at the horizon. In that moment, amidst the quiet beauty of the evening, I knew that a new chapter was beginning—a chapter filled with promise, possibility, and the enduring hope of a brighter tomorrow.

And as we looked towards the future, hand in hand, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as we faced them together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome. For in the bonds of friendship and the triumph of the human spirit, we found the strength to build a better world—one step at a time.