#friends said it's ok to put this in the tag 😇

[smimon]

how bout vent art with myself and giant K and a sad song let's go

To też o tobie jest, to o nas jest (IGO - To też o Tobie)

(tl;dr it's a song about being targeted by haters and redirecting your attention to those who wish you well 🧡) (edit: CONTENT WARNING in case you want to look up the song: there is disturbing imagery in the cover art (man covered in blood) and in the music video (blood, weapons, and a violent mob))

[agendabymooner]

long story short ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

"and he feels like home. if the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go."

summary: their closest friends are more surprised that they're playing house without the label. OR sylvie hearth wasn't impulsive - in fact her conscience came in the form of a red bull driver named max verstappen. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)

content warning: they give off found family vibe tbh, use of explicit language, moving in, they're just "friends" and everyone "agrees" that they are, lando is a lovechild, mentions of father figures and j*s verstappen (being shitty), mentions of protective!toto and supportive!tilly spoiling ofc.

note: I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR (shout out to @flowerchild-96 you literally give me the support and thoughts that had me motivating myself into writing more 😭)

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tillymarie incredibly happy for you lovie !! ❤️ liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford thank you soooo much for the g-wagon tillyyyyy ❤️

steviemarlz ok but whiskey looks hot in here ngl liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford RIGHT?!!! also don't say that as if you hadn't gotten your dream impala 🙄 don't cheat on winchester like that

aimeeyh are you seriously getting yourself a collection?? i could've sworn i've seen a caddy and a mustang on your garage 🙁 liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford don't tell toto that 😢

lewishamilton when's the housewarming? looking forward to it! liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford during my week off 😙 bring the good stuff

lewishamilton you mean the collection of niki lauda car figurines??

sylvieeford yes?! put an ayrton senna while you're at it ❤️

lewishamilton you better be lucky i love you lovie

charles_leclerc is this a new hangout location then? liked by sylvieeford

max33verstappen you're not allowed to step foot in the house if that's what you're asking 🤷‍♂️

danielricciardo sleepover at sylvie's when?? 👀 liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford five rooms available only, first come first serve, fee includes moet and daiquiri recipe

danielricciardo on it mini boss 😇

landonorris i'm not even allowed to drink yet :( liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford i hope you like shirley temple

landonorris yeah i'll take that bestie :)

She could admit that it was an impulsive decision, but her seven-bedroom and four-bathroom cottage was the best purchase that she’s made.

This was the first time she had purchased her own house. Not rent. Not a flat either, but a house. She loved staying in Brackley, if she was being honest, but there were times when she felt as if she needed a change in environment. Something more… like her. 

Sylvie could be considered a Wolff especially with the equally intimidating look that they would both give to people that wanted to speak business. Toto was a mentor to Sylvie and she’d often shadow him back when she wasn’t working at Red Bull. Over time, Toto had grown fond of her work ethics and enthusiasm. 

So to hear her say that she was buying a house halfway through Milton Keynes and Brackley (Buckinghamshire, if anyone asked) was kind of a disappointment for him. After all, she and her sisters had always been Mercedes girls. 

(Even if Tilly owned Red Bull, she too was a Mercedes girl.)

Regardless, he continued to express his admiration for her work ethics. Hell, he and Tilly had even bought her a Mercedes as a part of her new car collection. She never asked them for it— they didn’t understand that when she said “she was collecting them” as she meant that she had a wall of hot wheels displayed in her entertainment room. 

But regardless, her slate gray Mercedes G-Wagon — one that she called Whiskey — became her favourite car. She drove to the Red Bull headquarters every day using Whiskey. Everyone was rather appalled to see a Mercedes parked in the staff parking lot. 

By everyone, she meant everyone. 

The first time she parked it by Christian’s car, the first person who had greeted her was Daniel— who arrived with his Aston Martin.

“Holy shit,” Daniel wolf whistled as she stepped out of her car with a grin. “You’re planning to give the boss a heart attack, Blue.” 

“Do you like her?” Sylvie cheekily grinned as she patted the hood of her vehicle, “Her name’s Whiskey. She’s quite pretty and makes the greatest noise ever.”

“Oh yeah I bet,” Daniel snorted at the joke. “I don’t take you for a hard liquor type.”

“I’m not,” Sylvie beamed, “there’s just something about her that screams wild.”

“Like the 10 year old you were not?” Daniel raised a brow, amused smile written on his face. The Mustang donut had been discussed enough in the grid that everyone is permitted to make that joke.

Another Aston Martin pulled up to the parking lot before she could even respond, the sunglasses of the driver inside lowering down as his jaw dropped. Just as he parked, Max Verstappen stepped out of the car while gaping at the sight of her G-Wagon. He had just arrived from France and went directly to the office, bringing his Aston Martin along.

“I don’t recall you having that,” Max started. “I would have known.”

“Of course you would,” Daniel snickered, “you’d know when her cycle starts if I asked for it.” Sylvie stomped on Daniel’s foot before gesturing at her newest baby. 

“Toto said that I need some reminder of him whenever I enter the enemy realms,” Sylvie patted her vehicle once more, “enter Whiskey.”

“Whiskey?” Max’s brow raised at the response, “You should have called it Daiquiri. You’d throw your lungs up if you took a shot of whiskey without fruit on it.”

“No need to throw it out there, Maxie,” Sylvie rolled her eyes before walking off with her shoulder carrying her purse. “It’s not like you could shoot whiskey either.” 

Max peered at Daniel, who had a smile written on his face as he continued on.

“The girl isn’t wrong, Max,” Daniel shrugged before following the woman to the entrance. 

“I could tolerate it,” the Dutchman finally followed along as they all entered the facility. “But right now I’m just looking forward to seeing Christian’s reaction to your Whiskey.” 

“You fools aren’t renting a flat in London, are you?” 

“If we say no, will you go away?” Daniel started. It was one o’clock, and this was the first thing that Sylvie got for an answer on a genuine question. 

Sylvie looked at the Dutchman. Max shrugged, “You know I’m not.”

“What, are you two like— fucking mind readers or something?” Daniel joked, “You have some freaky shit going on with knowing each other.”

The younger ones glared at him.

“I know he isn’t renting,” Sylvie huffed out, rolling up the magazine on her hand and smacking Daniel with it. “He lives with me.” 

“What?” Daniel’s eyes widened, looking back and forth at the two. How easy was it for them to say that? How could they even say that aloud? 

The truth was that it wasn’t as easy. 

When Max told his family about living in England before the season started, his sister immediately rang Sylvie’s phone and giddily asked if Max and her were dating. Sophie was more than excited that she had flown in to give Sylvie a gift for her new home. Sylvie didn’t want to know how Jos reacted, and she and Max agreed that he wasn’t welcome in the cottage. The Hearth sister was pretty scared about the fact that they thought she and Max were dating— they were NOT. 

And when Sylvie and Max attended her family dinner and said that the Dutch were living in her home, Toto’s eyes told Max a lot about how he felt towards the news. Truthfully, Max wished that he could find a closet to hide in. Toto was going to kill him just by staring. Her sisters and mother were a different story; they knew Max well enough that they trusted him with Sylvie. Tilly had to nudge her beau just to get him to lay off the younger man. 

So yes, saying it aloud wasn’t easy for them. At first. But now it’s like a usual thing to say. 

“What?” Sylvie raised a brow at the Aussie. “You’ve never spent less than what you pay for before? We’re sharing the bills.”

She completely forgot to mention that she had already paid the estate fully. Max was only paying for the groceries. And they were barely at home.

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georgerussell63 ohhh so this is what you meant by car collection 😂 liked by sylvieeford

max33verstappen she also bought an orange cadillac after her mum got her the blue mustang - as if she'd ever replace the iconic mustang donut that she did when she was 10

sylvieeford we do not talk about blue like that

landonorris NAW BLANCHE GOT YOU THE WILD MUSTANG?!!

alex_albon no lad, she is the wild mustang liked by sylvieeford

steviemarlz geez max33verstappen your sim racing room is just as empty as lovie's soul not gonna lie

sylvieeford sleep with one eye open, steve.

max33verstappen 😂😂

victoriaverstappen i like the office! it's giving couple without labels vibes

landonorris what she said ^^

maxfewtrell i second that victoriaverstappen 👍

lewishamilton and you still want the senna and lauda car collection?? after all of that wall of hot wheels? liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford it's a necessity for my study 😿

lewishamilton unbelievable lovie 🤦‍♂️

sylvieeford hehe ❤️

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user1 max is giving househusband with all of that DIY shit he did at their offices HAHAHA

user2 she purchased the whole estate and had it renovated... jesus she is loaded

user3 how to tell if it's also a racer's home: have the endless collection of trophies displayed in the drawing room

user4 she also competed before so it could be her trophies and old helmets

user5 ok but she has a collection of helmets gifted to her by drivers like michael schumacher, alain prost and jackie stewart- that's saying a lot about how close her family is to formula one and shit

user6 these two moved in together, decided on what to put up in the house and people around them still think they're friends?

user7 soulmates is what people call them. there's a lot of articles saying that they aren't just childhood friends and this video clearly shows it

user8 the reason why they're so close was because they have a fair share of experiences with fathers who only want them for the glory of being in a podium. it's not fully discussed by them but the way of how tilly spoke about the two showed that these kids need a damn break lmfao

user9 julius and j*s get off their dick challenge 😩

The first time their friends came over for a night in, they were baffled to say the least. 

Lando Norris was the first to arrive at the small gathering, bringing a bottle of Moët as if they already hadn’t had enough of it during the last season. When Max opened the door on him the Brit’s first words were: “Holy shit, Max, you’re a royal, mate!” 

“Uh hello, too?” Max stepped aside to let him in. 

“This place is fancy,” Lando continued as his eyes twinkled in awe. “You should have said you were looking for a house, lad. I would’ve paid half of this just to live here!”

“I don’t own this house,” Max’s brows crinkled in confusion. 

“You don’t?”

“This is Sylvie’s house.” 

“Oh,” Lando trailed off, his eyes then widening at the realization as he gasped, “Sylvie’s?! Oh that absolute bitch— why didn’t you tell me you were getting a house Sylvia?!” 

Lando got lost for a moment inside the house, trying to find the sizzling and chopping sounds as he finally located his best friend. 

Lando was ready to give her a piece of his mind, if it hadn’t been for a small feisty figure that had him cowering a little. 

Sylvie didn’t even notice the smaller boy enter until a yapping echoed inside the already loud kitchen, looking up as she jumped at the sight of Lando. “What the hell— Lando!” 

“You’re telling me what the hell,” Lando argued back before pointing down to the tiny fighting figure in front of him, “you didn’t tell me you bought this house for yourself and now you’ve got a sewer rat for a pet?!” 

“Hey, don’t call the baby a rat,” Max called Lando out before walking past him, giving him a smack in the head before he knelt down and picked up the figure. 

“You have a puppy, Max! A puppy, Sylvie!” Lando was still shell shocked about this whole ordeal. There was too much to talk about. 

“Oh this little thing is my baby,” Sylvie told the boy, reaching out to pet the miniature schnauzer puppy. “Cute, no?” 

“Besides I have told you I was buying a place,” Sylvie told Lando. “You were the first one I texted. Even Max, who lives here, didn’t get a chance to know first.” 

“I didn’t think you’d get a cottage,” Lando cried out. “A cottage in the village, while you’re at it.” 

“It’s more peaceful here,” Sylvie admitted, Max nodding along as she continued, “At least I don’t have to freak out for living in the loudest places ever.” 

“Can I pet him?”

“Yeah, you can pet her,” Max corrected Lando with a scowl. “Her name’s Marinara.” 

Lando paused in his tracks, baffled at the name as he looked at Sylvie, “You named her, didn’t you? Don’t tell me no because she’s got an obscure name— no one would name someone so stupid but you.”

“What do you mean— fine,” Sylvie replied dully, “I did. But that’s because Max wanted to name her something basic like he is. Cookie— seriously, Max.” 

“It’s rather fitting for her,” Max shrugged, bouncing the puppy in his arms. “She got some Oreo features.” 

“She’s a bit lighter than a cookie,” Sylvie protested, “besides even if she was an Oreo, I’d call her Oreo instead of Cookie. Basic bitch.” 

Lando stared at the two of them with an amused expression. There was so much that had changed in the span of a year, and Lando didn’t want to point that out— he didn’t want to jinx it. He was just glad that the two were playing house once more. Hopefully this time, it becomes a permanent fixture in his life. 

After all, he was the first to witness the building and destruction of their relationship. He was certain that there was love shared between the two of them. 

Peering down at the dog’s name tag, his eyes twinkled with joy as he scanned the engraved letters repeatedly.

Marinara Ford-Verstappen

And they said that they were just being practical with living together. They have a puppy and they live in the same house— as of this point they might as well share a bed and get married. Nobody would stop them seeing as the decision to move together and have a support pet were made without telling anyone.

If you were to ask anyone else, Sylvie wasn’t really impulsive. 

She hadn’t just purchased this house just because. Talking to a real estate agent about making a decision was rather difficult, so she phoned Max and asked if he preferred having two and a half bathrooms or something. Then, the next time they met she dragged him to the open house in Buckinghamshire.

She also had him picking out a puppy from the litter in their local pet shelter, which ended up being Marinara. 

They weren’t exactly impulses if she got a second opinion from him. 

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alex_albon "sewer rat pet"

sylvieeford that's just lando lol

roscoelovescoco i luvs yous, friends! 🐶 liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford see u at the paduck, frend! -marinara

danielricciardo we want a marinara ig page 🤩 liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford max can barely run his own instagram lmao

max33verstappen rude!

tillymarie look at that baby girl 🐶😍 liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford you'll see her a lot on the paddock 👀 on her red bull outfit and everything

redbullracing is that our new mascot?!! liked by sylvieeford

sylvieeford she'll be replacing christianhorner on duty 😍

gerihalliwell haha! looking forward to meeting her, sylvie! liked by sylvieeford

max33verstappen i'm so appalled she stays still whenever you take her photo while all the photos i've taken of her are blurry 🙄

sylvieeford she already favours you over me. ME, the one who takes her out to go potty 😒 stop whining, maxie.

max33verstappen must be tough not being the favourite parent huh

sylvieeford i hope she pisses on your bedroom rug bitch 🤬

ps: the birth of the "ford-verstappen" household and marinara ford-verstappen hehehe ❤️

[i-did-not-mean-to]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Ah, my dear @cilil has tagged me, and I'll try to do at least one Tumblr thing today. I had hoped that I'd have more time this weekend!!! This week was madness...I swear!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

391 (and yes, I am one of those who put between 7 and 133 different ficlets into one work to keep the number of individual works down).

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,800,713 (this does not include 2 longfics I've orphaned and several fics I've posted anonymously)

(but I've been writing since July 2021)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Tolkien, roles played by Richard Armitage, roles played by Adam Brown, the odd Dean O'Gorman fic for @laurfilijames, 1 Lucifer fic...)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tumblr Imagines (it's a collection of ficlets from when I started and has over 200k)

October 2022 Ficlet run (Yeah, as I said, I don't post all my fics separately)

Black (Local folkore meets The Hobbit retelling

Silm imagines and ficlets (Again, a 50k+ collection)

"The only way is up" or "thrice stuck" (Smutty dream sequence with Thorin)

These are mostly my first writings which had had time to amass some few kudos :D

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always!

It takes me a while sometimes, but I need people to know how much I love and appreciate their support! I love every comment, and I truly wish I was a little better at expressing myself when it comes to these things <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I honestly do not remember...Probably, Love letter to the man you've never got to be.

I usually don't do much angst 😇

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Very hard to say because I don't finish too many of my long fics lol. I'd want to say Sticks and stones (Christmas Hallmark story)...it's just that kind of story.

My TRSBs are usually "Happy End given the circumstances" rather than all-out Happy End...lol

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thus far, no.

I am not relevant or known enough to attract that kind of attention!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Me? No...(There have been spicy scenes in long fics, spicy fics, outrageous ficlets, Kinktober, Dead Dove December, MSV...Ok yeah, I do...and I do all of it. M/F, F/F, M/M, M/F/M...from vanilla to whips. You choose, I write)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I am an AU bitch. I've done a HP drabble once...Les Mis/LOTR for last year's Christmas event...it happens...

Right now? Twilight Crack parody for a good friend :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so? Who would steal trash?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nobody has ever approached me...

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes...Once for last year's S&D, I am doing it now for the Calendar fic...I love collaboration, what can I say?

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Ship-ship? Russingon.

OC ship? Ori x OC

Rarepair? Nerdanel x Anairë

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Black - It's one of my first fics...and I've never written that last chapter.

I am also known for having written chapters and chapters of other longfics but just...never posting them lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

I am fast, I am versatile, and I am willing to write almost any character, dynamic, ship, and genre. From tooth-rotting fluff to noncon. From very vanilla M/F meet-cute to kinky sex.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am bad at punctuation. I rarely have an outline, I just write. I do not plan, I do not come up with complicated worldbuilding, I have exactly 0 HC documents.

I just write whatever comes to mind.

Moreover, I have a real problem with posting. I write A LOT more than I post...because I just can't motivate myself to reread LOL

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I avoid even Tolkien's languages for fear of getting something wrong. I am fluent in at least 3 other languages, but I am not entirely sure whether there would ever be a place for them.

If I did that, I am afraid that it would become incomprehensible as the only one I wouldn't use is my mother tongue. It would sound a bit...magniloquent...

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Tolkien. Only fandom thus far...

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I don't know. Every so often, I write something I don't hate, but I can't remember right now loool

Open tag for everyone who hasn't done this yet :D

Tell me something about yourselves!

[bizarrelittlemew]

1, 3, 4, and 16 💖

thank you for asking 💗💗💗

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

one-shots!! i have so many ideas and that way i can get them out of my system faster. that said, my multi-chapter fics usually start as one-shot ideas and bloat into multi-chaptered fics once i outline them 😭

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

answered here

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

mostly they just come to me, otherwise: prompt events like AU-pril, own past experiences, tumblr posts apparently, other books/movies, chats with beloved friends who feed my wip addiction 😌

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

💀💀💀 don't out me like this please. ok i have 11, but recently put 4 of them in a folder called "ideas i will get to eventually" so let's say 7 😇

i am writing this right now but won't say much more except i get to use my beloved "slow burn but they fuck" tag:

⭐ ask me about writing ⭐

[heizouslovr]

Strawberry cake ★

Childe x fem!reader → modern au . . .

First time making a oneshot, my friend requested for this so..😥🥰

Omg Childe being the turd he is falls inlove at first sight 🥺😇

Childe decided to check out a good place his friend recommended him to go to

For the aesthetic of his day he decides to go to a cafe to do so

And bro's body shuts down the moment he sees your face 💀

I have no idea abt types of coffees ok I just searched this shit up😭 also childe barely knowing anything abt types coffee is gonna be in this😈😈.

Childe, enters the cafe enjoying it's theme and the soothignness of the whole area. He decides to pick a spot that he finds comfortable and decides to take his order.

3rd person pov

Whilst the person at the counter wasn't there yet, he decided to look at the menu. He doesn't quite understand anything on the menu, knowing he doesn't drink coffee much and doesn't know what some of them are. So panic starts kicking in slowly, not knowing what to say. He curses at himself now that the person at the counter is there. But the moment he looks he sees a pretty lady waiting for his order patiently. Childe can't help the feeling of being all embarrassed and being a total idiot so he panics and tries to hide it. "Hi, what would you like!" said the waitress with a smile. "You don't look like you're around here, tell me are you new?" She adds, and Childe froze. "Oh shit, okay, okay, I can do this, YOU CAN DO THIS CHILDE." Childe thought to himself dramatically. "Yes I am actually eheh.." Childe says midly nervous. "I would like a Caffé mochaaaa?" Childe says unsurely, sighing to himself not even knowing what that is. Childe decides to take the courage for help on what to get. "Excuse me..." he says not knowing what to call her, overthinking that calling her by her name on her tag would seem rude for her. "Y/n, my name is y/n sir" said the waitress noticing his struggling. "Y/n, would you help me on what a Caffé mocha even is?" Childe says with shame and embarrassment. Y/n smiles and giggles at his behavior offering him help and explaining it to him. "Thank you so much I'm so sorry for uhh, this." Says Childe embarrassed. Childe noticed her giggling and can't help but feel flustered about it. "No problem sir I'm happy to help!" Replied y/n with a happy expression. "Say y/n, what good food do you recommend that this cafe has to offer" Says Childe slowly getting less nervous. "Hmm, I recommend the strawberry cake it's my favorite actually! but the good food that's best selling is the muffins, waffles,brownies, the strawberry and cheese cake we have." Says y/n, "I'll take the strawberry cake," Childe says with a smile. "Sure, take a seat and I'll take it to your table!" Y/n replied, " oh god I dont even like strawberries.. I hope this is worth it" Childe thought to himself. "What the hell did I put myself into.." Childe thinks again, trying to ignore the thought.

"Here you go sir!" Says y/n as she plops his order down on his table. "Thank you y/n!" trying to keep his smile. "You're welcome! Enjoy your food sir." Y/n says walking away. "I hope I do enjoy it, I really do y/n.." Childe thinks to himself like some child. Childe takes a bite of the cake and struggles to finish the slice. He then notices you on the counter taking other people's orders. He can't help but be mesmerized by looking at you, your smiles, your eyes, your face and even your voice. He decides to leave the cafe and go back home, but the thought of you never left his mind.

Childe decides to come back almost everyday and ordered your favorite cake everytime he went there, despite the long drive to get there. He's tried to smoothly compliment and flirt with you various times but not too noticable. You on the other hand doesn't seem to notice this behaviour and be blind to it, but you can't help but smile at the thought of his personality and laugh at his jokes. You've made small chit chat multiple times with other regulars and non regulars before and wonder why it's so different with him. After those talks with him those days you've realized you've developed a small crush for him.

One day, Childe decides to bring his friend Scaramouche to the cafe you work at to hang out. They enter the cafe and Scaramouche speaks up. "Dude, since when did you have a thing for cafes." Said Scaramouche plainly. "They're relaxing and coollll?? I guess..?" Childe replied unsure. Scaramouche just told Childe to get him a waffle and sits down whilst Childe goes in line at your cashier. "Back again I see," You say genuinely happy to see Childe. "Of course I would be back," Childe says smiling at you. Childe tells you his order and has a short chat with you because there was other people in line.

Your pov

While you put down their order, Scaramouche speaks up "Strawberry cake?? I thought you-" Scaramouche gets cut off by Childe putting a hand on his mouth for him not to continue what he was about to say. You we're curious on what was that about but decide to leave them with a wave.

3rd person pov

"GROSS!" Childe replied, removing his hand on Scaramouche's mouth after he licked his hand for him to let go. "Don't put your hand on my mouth ever again. Your hand is so fucking contaminated you gross fuck." Scaramouche says, "What the hell was that even about?? I thought you fucking hated this shit," He adds. "People change you know!" Childe says dramatically. "Okay dipshit" Scaramouche replies. While they spend their time in the cafe Childe decides to take a bite of the strawberry cake while trying to hide his sick expression. "Dude I thought you LOVEDDDD strawberry cake?? What's with that ugly face you have on??" Scaramouche says, "You know you don't have to eat it if you don't want to right." Scaramouche says, looking at Childe.

"I'm just not feeling well today that's all!" Trying to deny the fact he doesn't want to eat it. Scaramouche decides to tease him about it and Childe tries to deny Scaramouche's accusations that he hates it. "I'm gonna go to the restroom, I'll be back" Scaramouche added. Whilst scaramouche was in the restroom Childe's stomach felt off. "Oh God what is this feeling.." Childe mumbles to himself. "He decides to ignore it but it gets worse minute by minute. He raises his hand for a waitress and y/n approach him. "Hey y/n can you give me some water?" Childe says trying to hide his current state. "Sure!"

She comes back with the water with a napkin on it. She can't help but notice the expression and the off behavior of Childe, so she asks him what's wrong. "I just have a stomach ache that's all.." Childe feeling embarrassed to be like this infront of you. You decided to help him out cause there's no one currently taking their orders and barely any costumers around. You grabbed a small towel you had and decided to turn it into a hot towel for Childe to use on his stomach. You decide to go back to your spot and leave Childe. Scaramouche comes back seeing Childe's state. "Dude what happened to you??" Scaramouche says unamused. "This damn strawberry cake is what happened," Childe says in a whisper wanting to go home. "Lets go now please??" Childe says to Scaramouche while he clenches his stomach. "Fine nimwit, let's go." He replied to Childe.

Your pov

Childe forgot to hand you your towel and took it home with him. You take a look at Childe's spot seeing him gone. You can't help but feel upset that you didn't get to say goodbye, and the fact he didn't see your phone number on the napkin. "It was a stupid idea anyway.." You thought to yourself cringing at yourself. Few days has passed and he hasn't come back to the cafe and wonder where he is and what happened to him. Childe decided to stop going for awhile due to embarassment from what happened last time.

3rd pov

"Why'd I have to have a stomach ache at that moment.. ughhhhh." He says to himself at home. It's currently night and couldn't sleep. He takes a look at your towel that he washed and dried, just incase he finally has the courage to show up again. He decided to go down to the apartment building and go to a nearby convenient store. Whilst he walks to a convenient store nearby. He notices a familiar face on a bus stop and realizes it's you.

Your pov

"y/n?" He calls out to you. "Oh it's you!" You say surprised. "Childe, call me Childe." He says awkwardly smiling at you. "You don't have to call me sir anymore," Childe says happy and relieved to see you. "So when are you coming back?" You say giggling, hoping he doesn't think you're weird or something. "Miss me?" Childe laughs. "I'm happy to see you again, Childe." You say looking into his eyes. Realizing the eye contact you both had, you decide to look away trying to hide your red face. "Oh yeah your towel.." Childe mentions. "Keep it, it's okay." You reply, "Take it as a remembrance from me." You say jokingly, cringing at what you just said. "Of... Course" Childe replies, "By the way what are you doing here? This is far from where you work?" Childe asks. "I had to visit a friend of mine, she needed help moving in her new apartment." You replied. You took the leap of faith and spoke up. "Hey, Childe.. Do you wanna maybe, exchange numbers..?" You say trying not to show your nervousness. "I would love to, y/n." Childe replies with a wink whilst having a calm and nice expression. You both exchange numbers and decide to say your goodbyes. "See you next time Childe." You say having eye contact with him. "Trust me you will," He Says with a loving expression.

You both never stopped talking after that.