#maybe that candy floss wasn’t the one

[theodoradevlin]

I left a racoon who has dropped his candyfloss in a puddle. And I don't know what to do.

Seems in theme for this holiday season

[velchronica]

imperfect love ♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ itoshi sae

maybe i'll cry for a love that isn't perfect yet

but i wanna make endless stories

like the ones hidden inside an old book

or, since meeting you, all itoshi sae wants is a sappy happily ever after with you.

content: established relationship, gn!reader, fluff, sfw

wc: 1.0k

sae falls asleep to the sound of your breaths, the rise and fall of your chest underneath the weight of his arm over your waist. he’d rather fall asleep next to you every night—and most nights he does—but sometimes it simply cannot he helped, so when he’s away from home, he facetimes you until one of you falls asleep or has to go.

he easily falls asleep to your voice over call, phone on the bedside table next to him, and you only hang up once he’s quiet for at least half an hour and is no longer responding to you with a barely-there ‘mhm.’ after all, sae has never been much of a chatterbox to begin with, per se, so it’s not unusual for him to just listen, to savour your voice telling him about your day, to bask in the mimicry of nomalcy as you go about your day as usual on the phone to him, as if he’s there with you.

people are, more often than not, surprised by the sweet and affectionate nature of your longstanding relationship. while you’re all soft smiles, sunshines and rainbows, he’s terse, with sharp edges and a mind and mouth just as sharp. he’s cold, and spares no effort to sugarcoat his opinions nor fake humility to the masses, whereas you are warm and modest, never asking for anything in return for your kindness and hard work. still, despite this, your relationship is built upon strong and sturdy foundations, and the home you have built together is full of love and joy.

where he is can be too closed up, sometimes too wrapped up in himself, you encourage him to be more open-minded and compassionate. where you can be careless and impulsive, he is there to tie up any loose ends you’ve left behind. though your worlds do not excessively collide, they do overlap. while you don’t necessarily need each other to complete your own individual existence, you bring out the better and the best out of one another. you’ve learned through time and patience that symbiosis is often the better alternative to codependency.

there have been ups and downs to your relationships. you’re both only human after all, and no relationship is perfect; with personal flaws can come misunderstandings or miscommunication. the thing that sets successful couples apart from those that break up, however, is how you maintains and manages the things that strain your relationship. to maintain a balance between your independence and your time together is key, especially when sae is away from home so often.

it’s not uncommon for you to fall asleep in sae’s arms, only for the bed to be cold and half-empty in the morning. sometimes his voice or his face over the phone isn’t enough to keep out the doubt and anxiety gnawing at your heart. you don’t want to welcome him home with frustration and tears, but on the rare occasion you do, sae understands. he knows how much trust and faith it takes for you to wait for someone who will leave not long after.

but you also know it was your choice. you knew, when you agreed to start dating sae, that it wasn’t always going to be candy-floss and kitten fluff. you knew how much sae treasured his dreams, his work, his success, how much effort he had poured into crafting the formula to take over the field. you admire him for his tenacity and diligence, and you would never expect him to give up football for you.

you’d never understood why people say you should be willing to sacrifice in a relationship. compromise, yes, but sacrifice? if the person you love can’t accept you for what you are and do, then they don’t love you, not really. at least, that’s what you think.

but that’s why sae is your forever and always. sae loves you for your flaws, not despite them, and that makes all the difference in the world. he never expects you to show him the ‘best side’ of yourself at all times, because he knows how much faith you have in him to bare yourself wholeheartedly to him, to not shy away.

you’re lucky, you think, so unbelievably lucky to have sae in your life. for him to love you. for every day you spend with sae.

unbeknownst to you, sae thinks the same thing. he thinks it so often, hundreds of times a day, and he thinks you’ll say yes if he grabs that little box out of his suitcase and gets on one knee someday soon.

he hopes you’ll cry—tears of joy, not anguish or pain. that way he can wipe them away for you, hold your face in his hands and kiss you like there’s no tomorrow. hold you in his arms like the fool in love he is, so utterly enamoured and enchanted by you.

he doesn’t know how it happened, but he’s not complaining that it did. somewhere along the line he’d ended up completely bewitched by your mellifluous laughter, your sunny smile. there’s something perfect in coming home to you, knowing someone yearns for him in such a way. perhaps it isn’t this penthouse that’s home, but your warm and loving presence. he’s not quite sure. almost, though.

but what he is sure he knows is that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. where he once wanted to write his name into history with a football career like no other, something deep inside would be wholly content to just have the memories of being yours. he wants to spend every day cherishing you, loving you, never yearning from thousands of miles away, but rather holding you close, lovesick and sappier than ever. happier than ever. happier than he’s ever known.

itoshi sae’s happily ever after is a forever after with you.

he can’t believe what you’ve turned him into. a lovesick, lovelorn fool. but still, waking up to the sound of your shallow, breaths, your body curled up into his, and the warmth of your presence—it’s fine.

this is his happily ever after, an imperfect love it may be.

© velchronica 2024

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfics - Outsider POV

Words: 952

@wolfstarmicrofic

***

Lily had reluctantly agreed to go on a blind, double date with Remus, Benjy, the guy Remus was seeing, and James, Benjy’s colleague. The fact that it was at the funfair was a big selling point, even if just for the nostalgia with Remus. They hadn’t been since the summer before university, when they’d drank too much strawberry wine and it had been very difficult to hold back the neon pink vomit until they were off the waltzers.

Lily wasn’t a huge fan of Benjy’s, he was alright, she just found him dull. Too normal for Remus, somehow. Nevertheless, she was prepared to make small talk with one of his friends for an evening for her best friend.

James was, as it turned out, objectively, very attractive, with dark brown eyes and untameable hair. Plus he was funny and charming in ways that Benjy really wasn’t. She had half a mind to ask if he’d got a different friend for Remus.

The four of them were having a good time, to be fair. Maybe Benjy was lightening up a bit. They went on the waltzers, the Wall of Death, and the dodgems. They’d stopped for candy floss when Remus noticed the cutest cuddly toy dog on one of the games. Benjy immediately declared that he’d win it for him. James met Lily’s gaze and she swore that he rolled his eyes.

£35 and almost twenty minutes later, Benjy was no closer to winning anything, let alone the cute dog. Remus had told him several times that it was fine and they should just go and ride the Miami or play the arcade but Benjy was having none of it. Remus turned to look at them and shrugged.

It was at this moment that another man stepped up to the stall and exchanged his money for darts, while Benjy was pulling out more money. James’ face did something strange when he saw the man and she was suddenly intrigued by this admittedly very attractive stranger. He was wearing a leather jacket and his long black hair was pulled into a messy bun which only served to accentuate his cheekbones. She didn’t even need to look at Remus to see his reaction, because if Remus had a type, this man was it.

He paused for a moment, before looking at Remus and asking ‘It’s that dog you want, yeah?’, and Remus could only nod, stunned, as the man threw each dart and popped a balloon with all three. The fairground worker frowned at him before grabbing the fluffy black dog and handing it to him. He passed it over to Remus, “Here you go, darling.”

“Are you sure?” Remus’ cheeks were pink and Benjy looked mutinous.

“Yeah, felt like you’d be there a while otherwise.”

“We’d already been here a while!” Lily said before covering her mouth apologetically.

“Thank you,” Remus took the dog and held it in the crook of his arm. “That was seriously impressive,” Lily swore she heard James suppress a snort.

“I would have got it soon!” Benjy snapped. “I’d almost got it.”

“Oh yeah, for sure.” The stranger smiled, “Just wanted to help. Misspent youth coming in handy and all that.”

“We all appreciate it,” James said. His face was still doing the weird thing, grimacing but with a twinkle in his eyes. “We should probably get going though.”

“Of course. Have a good night.” The stranger let his eyes linger on Remus for a few seconds before he turned and walked back into the crowds.

“Who the fuck does that?” Benjy growled. “Are you going to keep that?” He asked Remus.

“Well, it would be wasteful not to, right?” He chuckled, “I can’t believe a stranger would do that, that’s so nice.”

Benjy sighed audibly, “You could probably catch up with him if you wanted.”

“Oooh bad move, Benj,” Lily said under her breath.

“Lily, let’s go grab us all a drink. We’ll be back in a minute, guys.” James grabbed her hand and practically dragged her away towards the bar. When they were out of earshot, he looked a little sheepish. “Hey, are you and Benjy close?”

“We get along ok for Remus I guess, but other than that, nope. Why?” She looked up at him.

“Because uh, the guy that came and won that dog for Remus is my brother. Well, best friend, basically my brother. Long story.” He ran a hand through his tousled hair. “I didn’t invite him or anything, he just showed up and…”

Lily started to laugh and James felt his stomach do a little flip. “He’s your brother?!” She wiped a tear from her eye, “Oh my god, I don’t even know what to do with that. The way that we were all so uncomfortable about competitive Benj that we somehow manifested your brother to put us out of our misery is the fucking funniest… Thank you James’ brother.”

“He’s a fucking menace, but he’s wonderful.” James shrugged, “I know I probably shouldn’t say but your Remus is just his ty-”

Remus appeared behind Lily, without Benjy. “James, Benjy said to tell you that if you want a lift home you need to go now.”

“Nah, I’m good,��� James said, sneakily pouring some vodka into the coke he’d bought them all. “Unless you’d rather just hang out the two of you, of course.”

Lily made eye contact with Remus and smiled. “Nah, stay with us. We’re more fun than Benjy anyway. See if your brother wants to join us if you like.”

“You have a brother?” Remus asked.

“Yeah, I think you’ll really like him.” James grinned as he saw Sirius round the corner of the dodgems and head towards them.

[smooth-perceval]

Always wanting more.

Lando Norris x Leclerc!Reader

PART ONE

Summary: Charles sister was strictly off limits- Lando and reader find themselves in a tricky situation when lusting turns to loving.

Warnings: 18+ no smut but I will consider smutty scenes. Swearing, angst, angry Charles, switched POVS, flirting. NO PROOF READ! Google translate- Eerrrr I think that’s all! 👀

Key: Y/N (Your Name) Y/E/C (Your eye colour)

Word count: 4791

A/N: I gotta thing for Lando at the moment- alsoooo I have been on holiday so I haven’t wrote a single thing, enjoy this though! There is a tag list!!

Lando’s POV

Y/N Leclerc… where do I begin?

We were introduced to each other I’d say 2 years ago… and truthfully I’m obsessed with her. I know when she walks into a room, I know when she is nervous, when she is happy, even sad. I know her.

And I want her.

Day in, day out.

Meeting her is when I finally understood addiction, she was my drug. My pill to keep me sane- I was well and truly addicted to her.

Unfortunately I can’t have her, Leclerc’s rules… I hate Leclerc.

The rule when we met was specifically look but never touch, well really it was-

—

“Norris, eyes off my fucking sister.” Charles shoved my shoulder, glaring at me. In my head I had thoughts of doing so, just not with my eyes.

Gulping my brows knitted together, and I was frantically shaking my head. “I wasn’t looking at her.”

“Really? Cause the drool on your chin says otherwise.” Folding his arms across his chest, he moved to stand in-front of me.

“Listen, and listen good. Stay away from my sister, she doesn’t need another driver in her life- believe me. And even so I definitely wouldn’t want her with anyone here. Got it?” Raising his eyebrows at me, I nodded my head slightly.

“So keep your wandering eyes to yourself.”

“Charlieee!” And as if on cue she skipped over happily… her Y/E/C eyes landing straight on me, and maybe it was in my mind but her smile widened.

“Hi! I’m Y/N, I’m so happy to finally meet you!” Aside from the obvious she was completely different from her brothers, she was more warm and welcoming- I froze when she moved in to hug me. Conflicted on whether or not to accept the hug and potentially be killed by her brother, or reject the hug and be killed by the look on her face after the rejection.

“Nice to meet you too I’m Lando.” Staring into Charles soul, I reciprocated the hug keeping my hands hoovering over her waist barely touching her. If I didn’t have my eyes so wide they would’ve rolled back into my head-

Her touch set me alight, her smell was sweet like candy floss at a funfair, she was squeezing herself against me- by god she felt perfect against me.

“Ahem.” Clearing his throat he raised his eyebrows at me once again, waking me from my trance that I call his sister.

“I better go- I got quali…” pulling away from her quickly, she stumbled back. “Oh right- I’ll let you both go.” Turning she smiled at Charles touching his arm like a motherly instinct. “Good luck Char” followed by two cheek kisses- she then turned back to me, her cheeks blushed red. “Good luck Lando.” Followed by a little wave she practically ran away, looking over her shoulder at me every so often that smile never faltering, them cheeks still shining red.

“Lando.” Shoving my shoulder again- my attention falling onto Charles who was shaking his head. “Stop.”

“I’m sorry-”

I really wasn’t.

—

I knew she had arrived on Charles boat, something about her aura caused the atmosphere to change, and I soon found myself trying to seek her out in the crowd full of people. Just a glimpse of her and I’d say it was a good party.

“Lando!” My heart pounded in my chest, her arms were thrown over my shoulders and tightly secured around my neck. God she smelt wonderful- why does she always smell so good?

Returning the hug keeping it short for any prying eyes she stood infront of me, shame on me for allowing my eyes to wander. She had on a beach cover up underneath was a bright orange bikini… McLaren orange-

What is she doing to me…

“I- er” pointing at just her in general trying to muster the courage to compliment her and not sound like an absolute weirdo.

“I like you- your bikini- your whole outfit! You-” I fucked it. Shaking my head I took a moments breath. “You look lovely.”

A shy grin plastered onto her face as she looked down at her outfit. “You think?” Her hands picked at her sleeve, subconsciously stepping closer to me.

“You always look lovely.” Now I’ve complimented her- I couldn’t stop I wanted to tell her every minute of every hour of every day for the rest of my life.

“Can we talk? Away from everyone here?”

Y/N POV

I’ve always liked Lando- before I even met him, sure I’d watch the race for my brothers but secretly when Lando’s face showed up on screen I felt giddy.

Maybe it was his sarcasm, or just the silly English boy in general- but I felt drawn to him.

When Charles finally introduced us, I felt like my life was complete, this boy knew I existed. For me that was more than enough.

But like most, absence makes the heart grow fonder- seeing him once I needed him again. We always want more. And I wanted him, I just couldn’t have him- he kept himself reserved and off limits.

It was only when I asked Charles why Lando always keeps me at arms length he finally told me about the little “threat” he gave to each driver. Seriously- the threat he gave wouldn’t even scare a fly.

Well long story short we got into a huge screaming match, and it ended with a simple.

“Keep away from them drivers Y/N- otherwise don’t speak to me ever again.”

And this time he meant it, unfortunately for him- I wasn’t running from Lando, I found myself always running at him. And I was going to get what I want…

—

Lando seemed nervous when we moved away from the crowds, indoors away from cameras, people- the world.

I took a seat watching him, he was on edge, before sitting down next to me. As always keeping distance. That annoyed me, and I found myself biting the bullet.

“Do you not like me?” Confusion was written on his face. “What?”

“I said do you not like me.” Shaking his head he shuffled the smallest bit closer. “Of course I like you! What made you think I didn’t?”

“Whenever I’m around you keep me 3feet away always. You reject every advance I make on you… it kind of all steers towards you not liking me…”

“I’ve got to keep away. Not that I want to.”

“Because of what Charles said?”

“Yeah…”

Studying his face, he looked conflicted. Like he was weighing his options out.

“I’m a grown woman Lan. I know what I’m doing.” His ears pricked at the sound of his nickname falling off my lips.

“He doesn’t get to tell me who I can and can’t like.” I felt myself getting more annoyed by the second, “I mean his not even your relative and his telling you what to do.” Standing back up in my frustrated manner. Lando copying my actions leaning against a nearby counter.

By god he looked good, he was just leaning there arms and legs crossed watching me- like I was some crazy woman. Crazy for him that’s for sure.

“He can’t stop me from having feelings- I want to feel something to you know.” Jabbing my palm against my own heart I stopped infront of him.

“Don’t you?” We switched places, myself now leant against the counter Lando now pacing the room. Brushing past each other, the electricity tingling through our finger tips as they just slightly touched.

“I just can’t go there with you…” a sigh left his lips, turning towards me. “His a friend… and friends don’t do that to each other.” I understood what he meant- I mean this is my brother, I get it. But I still wanted more.

“You’d do anything for your friends?” Nodding his head in response, I then straightened my back. “Am I your friend Lando?”

Once again he nodded his head, very slightly like he was scared of what’s coming. I was scared of what’s coming-

“Then kiss me.”

“What?!” His eyes widened as he took a step closer.

“Kiss me.” If I breathed any heavier our chest would touch his that close.

“Are you crazy?”

“About you? Yes.” If he wasn’t so close I would have missed the little smirk on his face.

“Y/N we can’t…”

“We can.”

Now whispering to each other, we wasn’t turning back, he had me trapped between the counter and himself, his arms were either side of my waist holding onto the edge of the counter behind me. “You said you’d do anything for your friends right?”

Our eyes were both dancing over one another- challenging the other to break first. “Just one kiss and I’ll let you go.”

“It won’t just be one kiss with us- we both know that-”

“One kiss and I promise to let you go.”

“One kiss?” Nodding my head a little in response. “One promise.”

Gulping he finally moved in- the kiss was heated right from the start. We both poured the pent up feelings for one another into that one kiss. It was a kiss to say, I like you but I got to let you go.

My hands found his cheeks, holding onto him like he was fragile glass, and his hands made their way off the counter gripping my hips tight before pulling me closer against his chest.

“Y/N?” The sound of Charles scared us both- Lando jumped back staring at me- our chest heaving, our hearts reaching out to each other. “Yeah?” Shouting back, my eyes trained on Lando.

“People are asking where you are.” The door rattled slightly- it was only then I realised Lando had thought ahead. Locking it behind him when he entered.

Lando’s hand reached out, touching my jaw, thumb grazing over my bottom lip. “I’ll be out soon- I felt a bit ill.” Gulping once again my body was on fire. “Want me to send Lorenzo down with some medicine?”

I don’t know what this boy is doing to me- but dancing his fingers down the side of my neck and collarbone while I’m trying to speak felt suffocating.

“No!” Snapping my head to the door. “I’ll be fine- just give me a few minutes.”

“Okay- just let us know if you need anything.” Waiting a few seconds I turned looking back at Lando.

“Okay that-” before I could finish my sentence his lips were back on mine pushing me back against the counter more demanding.

“I promised one.” Mumbling between kisses my hands found themselves snaking around his neck.

Pulling away he looked down at me, “I didn’t.” both catching our breaths. “Putain-” (fuck)

“Not here.” A cheeky smirk fell onto his face, his hands brushing up and down my sides. My fingers were tousling with his hair- both silent just relishing each other.“Meet me after the Dutch GP.” Whatever he said I agreed to- if he wanted me to stand on my head and put on trousers- yes. Always yes.

“Nobody can know about this-”

“What happened to Miss.Independent? Nobody rules her-”

“Charles swore to never speak to me again...” Chewing at my bottom lip I now felt guilty for what I had done. Stepping away from me like I burned him it was as quick as flicking on a switch- the mood changed, he scratched the back of his head. “Fuck…” and just like that I watched him start building them walls again- the walls that kept us separated for so long.

“This wasn’t a good idea…” mumbling he wiped his hands down his face before turning away from me.

“Now it’s not a good idea?” Furrowing my eyebrows at him I felt slightly hurt. “But it was a good idea when you pushed me against the counter for a second kiss-”

“Hey- you asked for the first”

“Because I thought we both wanted that-”

Moving back round to face me he shook his head. “Well I thought you wanted the second kiss-”

“I want all of your kisses.”

“You promised one-”

“And you broke that promise with the second.” He wasn’t winning this argument with me… “So why can’t there be a third, or a fourth?”

“I can’t do that to Charles, Y/N”

“I have more to lose than you do- his my brother. And I was willing to risk it…” boom right there he stabbed my heart.

The no response was more killing than having one. “I see…” nodding my head at him I straightened my back, “maybe I read the signs wrong- you don’t have someone pinned against a counter and telling them to meet you again if you didn’t want it to go further right…” shaking my head in disbelief I fixed my dress and hair before heading towards the door. “see you around I guess...”

My hand was opening the door slightly and I smiled to myself more in shock at his response. “I really hope not.”

—

Lando’s POV

I didn’t want to let her go truthfully… but I had to- no I didn’t care what them boys thought. They could hate my guts for liking their sister, I really did not care- it was more how they would treat her.

Charles was stubborn like most, and he would stick to his word of cutting her out his life all for me- and that alone makes me feel ill the thought of her willing to take such a risk for what could quite well not even work out…

So I had to let her go… and if she didn’t remind me of what she had to lose I may have grabbed her hand, took her in my arms and promised to keep us a forbidden secret- if the risk wasn’t so high for her. Just if.

What’s more worse- I tasted her lips twice and needed her more. More than before, now I needed to know what gets her whispering my nickname like she did moments prior- what gets her writhing, what makes her tick- I ached for it.

Maybe my words pushing her out the door was a mistake… and just maybe I could keep the promise of our secret…

I can’t… it’s just not fair on her-

“Lando?” My head snapped to the door, standing in the doorway was Arthur.

“You okay?” With a signature smile soon plastered on my face, I brushed past him hand clasping his shoulder.

“Never better leclerc.”

Yeah I really couldn’t do it to her.

—

1 week and 4 days had passed since we kissed, every single day I questioned wether what I did was right-

It was right. Don’t question yourself Lando.

It was finally time for the Dutch GP, you would think I’d be focused on the race, and whats ahead. But all I thought about was what I said to Y/N.

“Meet me after the Dutch GP”

And now I just wonder if I didn’t push her away- would she have met me? Something inside me said hell yeah she would have.

I can only wonder what would have happened between us…

Sighing I rubbed the sides of my temple- hoping to erase the thought of her from my mind.

Was she here today? Did she stay home? I mean she left the boat as soon as we parted, saying she still felt unwell. The look she gave me was sickening itself.

Lando fucking focus man.

—

Y/N POV

Did I want to be here? Yeah sure for my brothers. Did I want to see Lando? My heart said yes, my mind said no.

Standing at the back of Charles garage, fiddling with the Ferrari cap in my hand- sure I was nervous, if I bumped into Lando what would I say? Or would I run again?

"Hé, tu veux venir faire un tour dans les stands?" (Hey- wanna come for a walk down the pits?) Charles came into my view, and woke me from my daydreaming.

“bien sûr-” (Sure-) with a half hearted smile, I fell into step next to him.

“tu n'as pas l'air content...” (you don’t seem happy)

Glancing to Charles at my side I looked back ahead of me. “Qu'est-ce qui te fait dire ça?” (What makes you say that?)

“parce que je sais que tu ne le fais pas.” (Because I know you’re not.) Sighing I pulled the Ferrari cap onto my head. “je me demande juste quand ce sera mon tour” (Just wondering when it’ll be my turn)

“à ton tour pour quoi?” (Your turn for what?)

“à mon tour d'être aimé.” (My turn to be loved)

Charles stopped abruptly, myself copying him. “tu es aimé!” (You are loved!)

Tutting I shook my head at him. “par qui?” (By who?)

“Me, Maman, lorenzo, Arthur?” (Mum)

Smiling at him I leaned forward nudging his shoulder with my own.

“je sais que-” (I know that) we started walking again, soon finding ourselves outside a bright orange garage. “I want that toe curling kind of love-” sneaking a quick glance into the garage I see him there- headphones on looking at the screens ahead of him, notepad in hand and a pen pointing at the screens.

“ne me rend pas malade!” (Don’t make me be sick!) Charles gagged in a teasing way, causing me to genuinely smile over at him. “So annoying!” Shoving his head away gently, I turned back around walking with him back to the Ferrari garage. Both shoving and tripping each other on the way. “I’ll get you back Charlie. Just wait.” Declaring infront of the garage- our normal prank wars were just re-starting.

—

The day was nothing out of the ordinary, free practice being the normal, cars going round and round, pit stop practicing, cars in and out of pits. Yep all the normal.

I was tired, and couldn’t wait to get back to my hotel room- shower and sleep, just watching the cars circle round makes you exhausted- no idea how the drivers feel.

And it’s even luckier the hotel is very close by, mine and the boys rooms however. Weren’t.

Charles was at the end of the hall, turn left and then the third door on your right. Arthur was up another floor, and Lorenzo was back at home.

I gave both the boys quick kisses on the cheek before picking my night bag up and making my way to my room, fiddling with the card “key” in my hand. Turning it over itself repeatedly.

“Oh- hi…” kill me right now.

Looking up, a small smile on my face. “Hey- you okay?” It was passing conversation between me and Lando- or so I thought.

“Good as I can be.” Nodding my head in recognition to his response, I pushed my key against the scanner for the door to unlock. Only for it to flash red at me.

“How have you been?” Lando was a few feet behind me, watching as I nervously spammed the scanner. “Oh- Living the dream.” Cussing under my breath I slammed the card against the scanner, shoving the door with my arm. Yet it still blinked red.

Then I smelt his cologne- smelling even stronger now, his arm reached around from behind me- my body tensed up as I waited to see what stunt he was pulling.

Pressing his card against the scanner, it flashed green- with the same hand he pressed it against the door shoving it open a little. “Wrong door-”

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. “Merde…” (shit…)

Looking up at the door number, I looked over my shoulder- past Lando and at the door behind him. Shit indeed.

With an embarrassed smile, I moved around him scanning my card and opening the door. “I guess we are neighbours.”

“Seems that way.”

“You look good-”

Closing my eyes I took a moment before re opening them turning to face him.

“Goodnight Lando.” And with that I shut the door on him- he shut me out when I felt probably my most vulnerable- not everyday I tell a guy to kiss me.

Now it was my turn to shut him out- I can get over this silly crush if I just keep shutting him out.

That was more exhausting than the practice session.

—

Qualifying was something- not too great for Charles and Carlos, max on pole like always- and surprisingly Lando also. Not that I was really paying much attention of course- and not that I felt myself smiling slightly when I heard it across the tv.

Which soon faltered when I was watching myself on the screen, a camera directly on me.

“Y/N Leclerc is here in attendance today, although it’s not been a great day for both brothers- she still got a smile on her face!” Rolling my eyes at the camera my smile becoming wide again. I quickly turned away, occupying myself with anything- clearly getting camera shy.

Little did they know, a certain qualifier got me smiling like a goof. But they really didn’t need to know that.

Charles entered the garage, annoyed to say the least. And I stayed clear of him, only speaking to let him know I’m heading back early- seeing as he wanted the garage to stay back and discuss what’s wrong with the car.

When I got back to the hotel, I rushed to my room hoping to avoid a certain guy. Which I was successful at doing.

I showered in peace, got into some pyjamas and settled into bed. The aches in my body easing up each passing minute- I finally felt relaxed.

Until a knock at my door. With a loud groan, I rolled out of bed pulling the door open. “Charles, je viens littéralement d'envoyer un message-“ (Charles I literally just messaged-) pausing I looked up at the curly haired boy. “You’re not Charles.”

“Definitely not. I was wondering if he was with you?” Leaning against the door frame, he looked down at me, and I wasn’t stupid I see his eyes roaming up and down my body.

“No, I left him at the track.” Nodding his head at me he then straightened up. “I guess I’ll catch him later…”

“I guess so.” Slowly I started closing the door and he got the hint, moving back and turning to his own.

“Oh Lan-” quickly he spun his head looking at me over his shoulder. “Congratulations with your qualifying results…” if I wasn’t watching him so hard, I wouldn’t missed his cheeks turning a little red, and the dimple showing when the smile crept onto his face. We both then shut our doors at the same time, the conversation ending on a sweet note…

This crush wasn’t going away any time soon.

—

“Y/N!” Wincing I looked up at a very angry Charles stomping towards me.

“Merde-” (shit-) Stifling a laugh, I slid off the pit wall, ready to make my escape.

“MES CHEVEUX SONT ROUGES!” (I HAVE RED HAIR!)

Scrunching my nose up at him, I glanced at his hair. “I forgot I done that…” stepping away from him, looking behind me every so often making sure to avoid bumping into people.

“C'EST ROUGE!!” (IT’S RED!!)

Tugging at his own hair he crouched down to the floor, “ça à l'air bon...” (It looks good…)

“Nice hair leclerc.” Please not now-

“this your doing?” Looking up at Lando I nodded slightly. “You are brilliant.”

“Don’t!” Glaring at him from the floor was our red head Charles. “I’m not doing anything-” hands up in surrender Lando furrowed his brows. And while they tussle, I made my exit. Back to the comfort of the Ferrari garage.

Ready for the race… I’d say the red maybe good luck!

…but I definitely spoke too soon, and Charles made a rule we don’t discuss what happened today. So just like yesterday I ran back to my hotel room hiding away from the world. The world being Charles, Arthur and Lando.

After getting out the shower I dried off, pulling my underwear on. I started my skin prep and dried my hair off a little with the towel.

There it was, the rattle of my door. Grabbing the robe off the hook, I secured it around my waist. “I swear, if this is Charles I will throttle him.” Grumbling to myself I swung the door open ready to beat the crap out of Charles.

“Charles isn’t here.” Shutting the door on Lando’s face I turned to walk away, before the door knocked again.

With a loud huff I turned pulling it open again. “I just said-”

“Shut up.” Pushing me back into my room, his hands on either of my cheeks, like he was cradling my face. Kissing me with a hunger I didn’t know.

The door slammed shut from Lando kicking it, making me jump slightly, giving me the chance to pull away from him.

“What just happened-” sitting down on the bed behind me- not trusting in my legs to keep me up.

“I couldn’t do it.” Taking a seat in front of me on the mini sofa, he tugged at his own hair. “Can’t do what?”

“Stay away from you. I tried and I can’t.” Looking up at me, we both watched each other. “But you said-”

“I know what I said…”

It fell silent once again, tightening my robe and sitting up straighter, I cleared my throat. “Then what do you want?”

“You.”

“What about my brothers?” Raising my eyebrows at him, I only took notice of how close he got. “Nah, I don’t want them.” Rolling my eyes at him, my back slowly lowering against the bed. “You’re crazy.”

“About you.” Brushing my damp hair back he was now hovering above me. “That’s my line.” Why I was whispering I don’t know- but I was now letting the heart decide, and it decided that all is forgiven and I wanted him.

“Do you remember mine?” His brow quirked.

“Meet me after the Dutch GP?”

Humming he leaned down pressing a delicate kiss to my revealed collarbone.

“I’m glad you did.”

“You’re in my room.” Biting down on my bottom lip, I tugged at his hair gently.

“Let’s make it our room- at least for tonight.”

“Lando-” closing my eyes I fought with my heart- my hands pressed against his shoulders pushing him back slightly.

“I’m sorry-” mumbling he looked down at the minimal space between our bodies. “Don’t apologise for this-”

His hand slid under the robe, grazing up my thigh delicately, eyes trained on me watching how I reacted. “Im not apologising for this.”

My body ached for him, his touch driving me insane. Rolling my hips slightly trying to push myself more against him- if that was even possible. Smiling at my reaction, he licked his bottom lip trying to contain his smile. “I’m sorry for how I treated you.”

“Not to sound too desperate- but can we talk about that- after you really appreciate me.” Quirking a brow at him- my sudden boldness being brought out by lust.

“With pleasure-” gripping onto my waist, he lifted me moving me up the bed resting more into the pillows. “Literally.”

“Please stop with the corniness.”

“I’ll try-” both laughing a little, we fell into each other, delicate kisses, and whispered sweet nothings.

—

When all was said and ‘done’- we laid in silence, the room lit from the bright moon. My head was against Lando’s shoulder, his arm tracing up and down my side.

We was both watching our hands, fingers dancing with one another’s. The silence in the room was comforting oddly enough. And when my hand finally grew tired, it fell against his chest, my head turning, hiding away into his neck.

“That was- amazing.” Sighing he picked my hand up placing a soft kiss against my palm, before turning on his side making us both face each other.

“You’re amazing.” Laughing a little I reached my hand further up brushing his hair back. I was studying his face, how even in this light you can see his flushed face and feel his somewhat damp skin.

“You’re so pretty.” Mumbling lowly, I didn’t realise the words slipped my mouth until I see the smile creep up on his face.

His arms wrapped around my body securely, a kiss pressed against my forehead. “Goodnight.” Smiling up at him I closed my eyes “goodnight lan.”

Laying there eyes closed, I listened to his heartbeat counting the beats like sleep.

“I think I love you…” sighing once again he squeezed me tight press in two more kissed to my forehead.

My heart was pounding my body was so warm- I can’t believe he just said that- is it weird I understand what he means.

Our little secret Norris- I’m needing more.

Masterlist

[sserpente]

A/N: I know there’s been so much Billy lately. I’m so obsessed with him though, it’s crazy, haha! Have fun!

Words: 1403 Warnings: mentions of racism

The local fun fair was a highlight of Hawkins’ boring small-town life, you had learned this much when Steve had called and asked you to join him, Nancy and the kids for a fun evening out.

You were having the full experience—silly music blaring from speakers high up on the lampposts, candy floss, roasted almonds, rigged games and fun rides… it was a lovely break from all the work you had been doing the past couple of weeks. Building a career in a small town wasn’t all too easy, after all.

Everyone here was lovely all the time. Well, maybe except…

“Having fun, Maxine?” Speak of the devil.

Max froze. As if someone had flipped a switch, her confident and careless demeanour was gone and she transformed into a little girl terrified of her step-brother. You narrowed your eyes at Billy.

He leaned against the lamppost as if he had all the time in the world, muscles bulging. His friends loomed around him like little minions.

“I’m not late…” Max claimed. “You said nine p.m.”

“For once you’re not, shitbird. I’m early. What? Can’t I enjoy myself too?”

Billy’s eyes locked with yours. You’d moved here shortly after Billy and Max themselves had and needless to say, Billy had not been happy to find out you were immune to his charms. Truth be told, you were just really good at hiding it.

You were not dumb—you knew he knew exactly what to tell women to lure them in, how to behave and what to do. You’d watched him once. He had the skill to talk about sex without talking about sex and it had gotten you riled up enough for you to race home, lock yourself in and masturbate for the rest of the afternoon.

Billy Hargrove would remain just that for you—a fantasy, for you were certain that becoming another notch in his belt would only lead to heartbreak and a bad reputation. You didn’t just spread your legs for anyone. The guy had to earn it, properly.

Until then, you would—much to the others’ dismay—remain friends. You’d been in school together, after all, and you made a habit of getting along with people. What had really fused you together though was when you had witnessed Billy getting punched square across the face by his own dad. You’d known that there was more to his arrogant and entitled demeanour than he let on.

Behind you, Lucas shifted on the spot. None of them had forgotten the undoubtedly racist comments Billy had made, not to mention this one time he almost beat him up had Steve not interfered.

“Come on, man, just leave them be. I can take her home too later,” Steve said just at that moment. Billy scoffed.

“You’re not taking her home, that little shit is my responsibility. Don’t be late,” he added, turning to Max who only nodded without another word. You thought the situation was successfully averted but Billy had other plans, for when you started strolling through the stalls, he and his friends followed right after, always a little too close for their liking. Lucas was, understandably, the most nervous. You sighed. You’d put an end to this. Last time, when Steve fended him off, it didn’t end well. Time to take action.

You walked over to him, watching with reluctant attraction how he lit himself a cigarette and eyed you up and down like prey as you approached him at the basketball stall. Before you could even say a word, he spoke up.

“Why are you hanging out with these losers?” Your name left his lips almost seductively.

You tilted your head at him—slowly, to give him a chance to take that back even though you were certain he wouldn’t.

“What are you doing, Billy?”

“What am I doing? I’m having fun. You should try it sometime,” he said, feigning innocence.

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around him to greet him properly. He reciprocated it more heartily than you would have expected and held you close just for a second too long.

“You could give Max a break though, you know. Let her have fun for one evening as well. Why are you following her around now?”

“Because whether she likes it or not, we’re family now and I have to look out for her, alright?”

You sighed. “Did your dad tell you to…?”

Billy glared at you and you shut your mouth. “I told you to stay out of this.”

“Guys? Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll stick with Billy for a while.” You could tell they all disapproved, Steve the most. They clearly weren’t fond of the idea of you being friends with Billy. And sometimes, you weren’t either. He was like a ticking time bomb, always on the verge of lashing out. He was dangerous—and that made him even sexier.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked.

“I won’t kidnap her, King Steve, don’t worry,” Billy mocked. Steve rolled his eyes, gave you one last nod and off they went. You could practically feel Lucas’ relief. You still had a lot of work to do when it came to convincing Billy that disliking someone because of their skin colour was fundamentally wrong but you were making progress—slow progress.

“What do you say, boys? All five wins the big prize,” the stall owner announced with a sly grin, pointing at the massive plush toys hanging from hooks on the wooden ceiling of the stand. Given that the metal circles the basketballs here were supposed to be tossed through were rotating, it seemed highly unlikely anyone had managed to win before. You weren’t surprised. Most of the games here were rigged.

“That’s it?” Billy asked, unimpressed. The stall owner blinked all the while Billy pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill from his jeans pocket and practically slammed it on the counter before grabbing the first basketball.

“Which one do you want?”

Your eyes widened. “What, me?”

“Yes, you, doll. What use do I have for a giant bear?”

You pressed your lips together to a thin line, suppressing the comment dancing on the tip of your tongue. Billy gave you a taunting look. “Don’t you dare make a stupid remark.”

“Aw, why not, they’re so fun!”

He purred your name darkly and almost… threateningly. Something inside you stirred and clenched. It almost felt like it was travelling right between your legs. Damn him.

“The black one,” you said then, pointing at a dark bear with white eyes. Billy followed your gaze, finished his cigarette and got to work. He scored one basket, two baskets, three baskets… his friends kept cheering him on.

You weren’t surprised—he’d had a basketball scholarship before moving to Hawkins, after all. He was skilled… and he was not too humble to show it.

Four baskets… five. The stall owner started clapping. “You actually did it, young man! The black one, yes?”

You grinned from ear to ear when he handed it to you and Billy nodded triumphantly.

“Let’s go, guys. I need a beer…” Billy’s friends cheered once more and yet, Billy did not move an inch. His blue eyes locked with yours and for just a split second, you felt yourself unable to move as he approached and leaned down to you seductively.

“Do I get something in return for your new friend?” he asked. His hand sneaked around your waist, pulling you close as you finally started walking, a few feet behind his bickering friends. The massive teddy bear almost covered you whole.

You smiled up at him, shaking your head slightly before standing on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Billy. See, you can be sweet after all.”

And if you could be certain he wasn’t just trying to woo you…

Billy snorted, smiling mischievously. “And what do I need to do to earn a proper kiss?”

You glanced up at the Ferris Wheel—he followed your gaze, then looked you in the eyes again, smirking.

“Let’s go then.”

“What about your beer?”

Billy paused for a moment, pretending to ponder with his index finger tapping against his chin. “Hmm… an overpriced beer at the fun fair or a kiss from a beautiful girl… that’s a hard decision to make.”

“You’re so cocksure, aren’t you?”

“But it’s working.”

You sighed. Yeah. Unfortunately, it was.

A/N: Check out my blog for more Imagines and my original novel(s)! ♥

[contreparry]

I'm feeling very sentimental tonight, so how about "It reminded me of you" from the yearning prompts. Maybe for some DAO characters?

Absolutely! I think I’ll write some Leliana and Morrigan today, set in the corporate espionage AU for @dadrunkwriting !

The stuffed doll was hideous.

The glitter-filled aqua green eyes were enormous and took up half of the doll’s round face. The doll’s ears were as long as its body and hung in great pink velvety strips like a veil. The four legs dangled down in fat plushy cylinders. Its tail was a thin pink spiral sticking out of its behind. It was fluffy. It was pink.

It was awful, which made it perfect.

“I will take that one,” Morrigan informed the toy seller behind the counter, and she pointed at the ugly stuffed nug with the woebegone eyes. If the seller thought her mad he said nothing. He took the stuffed toy off the shelf and packed it away in tissue paper and a paper bag embossed with the toy shop’s logo. Morrigan paid for the toy nug, took the bag, and left the store, her black coat flapping behind her like bat wings. She caught sight of her reflection in the window, her dark clothing a sharp contrast to the candy-colored paper bag she carried. Morrigan scowled at her reflection and stormed off towards the bus stop.

The things she did for her friends! The humiliations she endured! Morrigan pressed her head against the cool windowpane and watched as the buildings and people passed by in a blur. The stuffed toy nug peered at her from its tissue paper nest.

“She will like you. She has terrible taste,” Morrigan informed the plush. It continued to stare.

Morrigan stomped off the bus when it reached her stop and made her way to the coffee shop Witch’s Brew. Morrigan removed her coat and hung it on the coatrack, right next to a heather purple jacket and pretty floral scarf. Someone was singing along to a song on the radio, her voice as light and perfect as birdsong.

Of course she had perfect pitch. Typical. Morrigan approached the counter as her co-worker emerged with a tray of freshly baked scones.

“Morrigan! You’re early,” Leliana said merrily, because she liked opening shifts. Leliana was one of those people who enjoyed mornings, Morrigan discovered.

“Aye,” Morrigan replied, and she dropped the bag on the counter as if it was toxic.

“Oh? What’s this?” Leliana’s question and her eager, musical tone filled the cafe and warmed every corner of Morrigan’s dry, dusty heart. Morrigan turned her head away to hide her smile.

“Yours, if you care to take it,” Morrigan replied flippantly, and she lifted the bar flap and slipped back behind the counter before letting it drop with a loud “clang!” Even with her back turned Morrigan listened eagerly as Leliana removed the mint green and candy floss pink tissue paper from the bag, and grinned in triumph when she heard Leliana’s surprised, excited gasp.

“Morrigan!”

“I happened upon it and it reminded me of you,” she replied as she pulled her black apron on and reached for her name tag (the one Leliana covered in raven stickers). She turned back to see Leliana clutching the hideous nug plush in her arms. Her smile was as bright as the morning sun, but it wasn’t so terribly to endure.

“You remembered my birthday!” she exclaimed. “And you remembered-“

“Mr. Schmooples. Yes. He is no real nug, but-“ Morrigan’s statement was cut off when Leliana- her co-worker, her friend (though she would never admit it)- flung herself at Morrigan and embraced her tightly. She smelled of lavender soap and sugar.

“He’s lovely,” Leliana insisted. “I love him already.”

“He has a face only you would love,” Morrigan complained, but she slowly, ever so slowly, raised her arms to hug Leliana back. Leliana had terrible taste, and Morrigan was eternally grateful for that.

[greywake]

I got all of the prompts this time! "The elephant in the room", "puppy", "lost", "the top", and "You didn't!"

It's still @gumnut-logic's fault 😆 AO3 link

Sheer Dumb Luck

Mom and Dad were going to kill him.

Gordon was gone!

He’d been right next to him as they left the Big Top. And he was still there when he’d stopped to say hi to Aisha, one of the girls in his class. He hadn’t taken more than a minute, maybe two tops, when he looked down and his little brother had vanished.

He should have been suspicious of the silence.

Scott muttered under his breath as he turned to start looking for the most annoying eight-year-old in the history of the world.

Gordon loved the acrobats, so he could have snuck back in to see them again. But he’d been facing the tent entrance while he chatted with Aisha and there’s no way he’d have missed him. So, logically, he must be somewhere else.

As it was an early May afternoon it was relatively quiet but it would get busier as it got later and if he didn’t find Gordon soon John wouldn’t be the only one who was in the dog house (he did tell John that climbing onto the barn roof would get him in trouble).

The sick feeling of desperation twisted its way through his guts as he looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of his brother’s messy blond head. Where the hell would he have gone?!?

Unable to come up with a better option, Scott picked the middle route. It led directly on from the Big Top exit to the fairground game stalls and food vendors and, knowing Gordon’s love of games and food, he hurried forwards. Firmly stomping on the rising panic at having lost him, he looked around wildly for the scrawny little kid with the almost permanent gap-toothed grin and the blindingly bright yellow t-shirt.

He was almost to the end of the row before he spotted him, the little menace staring at the prize display of the ring toss stall.

“Gordon!”

The kid turned to his big brother completely unaware of the panic he’d caused, “Scotty, can you win that for me?”

Scott, doing his best to contain the urge to yell at him, glanced up at the prizes and immediately saw what had attracted the eight-year-old’s attention.

A large grey plushy elephant seal. Fuzzy, over-stuffed, and almost the same size as his little brother. Considering how nuts Gordon normally went over any sea creature it really wasn’t surprising that he’d managed to find the one stall in the whole fairground that had any marine animal-related prizes. But even at the grand old age of thirteen Scott knew that this particular game was little more than a scam.

“I’m sorry, Gordon. I don’t think I can.”

“Please?” That hopeful wheedling tone that would usually persuade Grandma Taylor to let him get away with nearly everything was in full force.

“Gordon, these games are practically impossible to win.”

“Please, Scott!” Gordon would know he was about to say no so the boy deployed his most devastating weapon: The Puppy Dog Eyes™.

He should be immune. He’s had plenty of practice with four younger brothers who all do their best to get their way. But there’s something about Gordon’s big carnelian-brown eyes, filled with hope, that he finds impossible to say no to.

Scott groaned and pulled out what was left of his pocket money. After sodas and candy floss while watching the show, he was down to his last three dollars. The sign said ten rings for one.

Well, he could sacrifice what was left to keep his little brother happy.

"Do you wanna try too, Gordo?"

The excited jump and wiggle was all he needed as confirmation as the stall attendant came over to relieve him of his money in exchange for two boxes of rings.

"No leaning forward, and throw one ring at a time," the girl said as she wandered back over to the side of the stall with a slightly bored air.

Gordon started throwing rings straight away. He was normally a good shot but the hard plastic of the rings bounced off the glass soda bottles every time.

To be fair, Scott wasn't doing much better and soon they had both used all their rings with no success.

"Please, Scotty! One more try! Please?"

"You know we won't win anything, right?"

Gordon's head nodded but his eyes spoke of nothing but complete faith in his big brother. "Just try?"

With a resigned sigh, Scott handed over his last dollar and received ten more rings. "Do you wanna throw some?"

"Nope. You do it."

Well, might as well get this over with then he could call dad for a pickup.

He tossed the ten rings at the bottles in quick succession, not paying any attention to where he was aiming. After all, what was the point when the game was basically impossible to win?

"Okay, I lost. Let's call…"

"You didn't!"

"What?"

Completely nonplussed, Scott followed Gordon's bouncing gesture towards a bright orange ring nestled neatly over the neck of a bottle.

"Huh."

Smiling broadly with all trace of boredom gone, the girl straightened up from where she was leaning on the stall siding and came over to them. "So what prize do you want?"

With absolutely no hesitation, Gordon, practically vibrating in his excitement, shouted, "The elephant seal! The elephant seal!"

At Scott's bemused nod, she carefully unhooked the huge thing and handed it over with a wide grin.

He'd been right. The thing was almost as big as his little brother. Gordon couldn't even get his arms all the way around it and he definitely couldn't see over it.

"Want me to carry it?"

Gordon grinned brightly as he shook his head. "Nope!"

Scott chuckled. "You got a name for it?"

Gordon thought for a moment, trying to squint past all the fuzz to see its face. "Hercules."

Scott couldn’t help but grin in return as he grabbed his little brother's shoulder and began steering him back to the fairground entrance. "Hercules? I like it."

[quibbs126]

Dino-sour and cotton candy fankid?

Here you go, this is Sour Floss Cookie

Not gonna lie, didn’t think I’d draw her today. Her name’s been there for a while, but I’ve never had ideas for her. Then suddenly I was struck with inspiration while I was waiting in one of my history classes, and here we are

So her name’s another fabricated one, it’s just a combination of “fairy floss”, another name for cotton candy, and sour like Dino-Sour’s family. I imagine she tastes like sour cotton candy, I just don’t know if that exists. But I like the name

Speaking of names, for some reason I look at her and think she looks like a Bonnie or Betty

Anyways so let’s talk her design

Honestly I’m surprised at how well she turned out, I just kind of got an idea and went for it. The only thing I had certain was that she’d have pastel blue curly hair. I ended up giving her shorter hair with the edges so she wouldn’t just look like her mom and so she could have some amount oh spikiness like Dino Sour

With the eyes, I wanted to give her something in the eyes, since Cotton Candy has the heart shaped eyes, but I couldn’t decide on anything specific so I just went with circles and I quite like it. Also I didn’t feel like the green or pink really worked with Sour Floss’s color scheme, so I temporarily elected to give her blue, and then it just kind of stuck. But I was able to at least work in the green somehow

With the outfit, I wasn’t sure what to do other than give her something modern, so I went to an outfit ref album I have and just picked one of the first things I saw, and just gave it a spiky look at the bottom to make it more like Dino Sour again

I kind of liked her feet just bare without shoes in the sketch, and I eventually elected to give her some black leggings, and then some white stripes up top. Didn’t think it’d turn out as well as it did

But overall, I actually really like how her design turned out. I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m happy anyways

So let’s move on to her herself

Okay, so today, my thought process was basically “okay, pastel blue hair, probably has something to do with dinosaurs. Pastel blue is like a kid color right? Pastel blue dinosaur Ovenbreak stage (or something like that ran through my mind). Dinosaur plushies? She works with kids? Maybe she makes dinosaur plushies!” And so here we are

So yeah, basically she makes dinosaur plushies and gives them to kids, hence the pink ribbon (measuring tape like Sour Belt and Currant Cream) and dino plush, as well as the sketch. She probably also works with kids, maybe at a daycare, giving them stuffed animals

She’s probably a nice lady. Also she has sharp teeth. Sorry that’s random, just wanted to mention it

I have another character in my mind that also works with kids, maybe they’re friends and work together

Anyways yeah, that’s all I got for her. I hope y’all enjoy!

[aeoki]

School Festival ☆ Tamayori’s Haunted Dollhouse - Chapter 9

Location: Yumenosaki Grounds (School Festival) Characters: Shinobu, Mika & Shuu

TL Note:

Okonomiyaki is a savoury pancake that is generally made up of batter, cabbage, and pork, topped with okonomiyaki sauce with mayonnaise and bonito flakes.

Mika: *Sniff sniff…* Ahh, the sauce smells nice…♪

Shuu: …………

Mika: Ngh~? Why’re you starin’ at my face, Oshi-san? Yer makin’ me shy.

Shuu: You’re too self-conscious. I was looking at you but I wasn’t doing it absent-mindedly.

Mika: Yeah. The only stuff you gaze at are artistic works, huh.

Shuu: Your appearance alone is worth appreciating but it becomes ruined the moment you open that mouth of yours. What a waste. 

In any case, you look as though you’re wanting to eat something from the food stalls, but if you have a meal at this time of the day, you won’t be able to have dinner.

Mika: Ah, yer right. And I wanna be able to eat the food you make, Oshi-san…

Ngh? Oshi-san, they’re sellin’ okonomiyaki[*] over there~♪

Shuu: Have you forgotten what I’ve just said? Or did you imply that you still wanted to buy it by telling me that?

If you don’t want to eat the food I make from now on, then you’re free to eat as much okonomiyaki as you want.

Mika: Nghh, nooo! I won’t say anythin’ weird anymore so don’t be in a bad mood~!

Shuu: I’m not offended at all. Those foods are low in nutrition and I’m also worried about the hygiene.

Mika: Huh…? Oshi-san, are you actually worried about me…? ♪

Shuu: Not at all. I’m already in a bad mood due to the crowd of people, but my mood will continue to sour if you were to eat that right next to me!

Mika: Ngh~ Oshi-san, you like crowds even less than I do, huh. I’m sorry for bringin’ you to a place like this.

Shuu: Don’t apologise. It’s crowded wherever we go. I’ll be fine as long as it’s not a confined space.

Mika: (Ahaha… Oshi-san is somewhat nice today.)

(Well, he still calls me a “failure of a doll” like usual, though.)

(The normal Oshi-san wouldn’t have come with me all the way here.)

(He isn’t leavin’ but he’s stayin’ here amongst the crowd with me.)

(I thought he didn’t like the “School Festival”. What’s the cause for his change of heart?)

(Oshi-san looked like he really enjoyed seein’ his friend’s performance. Maybe his mood got better ‘cause he saw somethin’ beautiful.)

(Maybe that’s why he’s feelin’ more positive emotions rather than unpleasant ones. Ehehe, seein’ Oshi-san have a good time makes me happy too~...♪)

(Speakin’ of fun…)

(“Switch” mentioned they’re takin’ part in the “School Festival” ‘cause it’s the last “School Festival” for Tsumu-chan-senpai and they wanted to make fun memories for him.)

(That didn’t strike a cord in me ‘cause I thought Oshi-san isn’t that kinda person.)

(But I can sorta understand now. Watchin’ a friend’s performance and walkin’ around the “School Festival” is probably what people would call fun memories…♪)

Shinobu: Thanks for waiting ~de gozaru! Here’s your yellow candy floss~♪

Oh, it’s fluffy and delicious? Ehehe, hearing you say that definitely made it worth making!

Mika: (Ngh, a small child is workin’ hard to make candy floss…)

(He sure is doin’ his best. I feel like cheerin’ him on when I see stuff like that ♪)

Shuu: Kagehira.

What are you looking at in a daze? Did something pique your interest?

Mika: U-Umm…

Ah, Oshi-san! Over there! Could you look over there!?

Shuu: Stop shouting. Judging by how you told me to “look”, I assume it’s not food.

Mika: Yeah. Look look, it’s a lottery booth! You can get a plushy if you get Excellent Luck~

Average Luck will give you a smaller plushy and Good Luck will get you a mascot character!

The plushies are cute so I’d be happy to get it and even if I don’t get one, the mascot character is still pretty cute, so it’s still a win for me…♪

Shuu: Cute? You have no sense of beauty. The plushies and the mascot characters are hideous. That word is only fitting for a doll like Mademoiselle.

Mika: Yeah, Mado-nee is definitely beautiful and cute. …Come to think of it, where is she? She was with you until we left for break, right?

Shuu: I didn’t want to take her someplace dangerous like within a crowd of people. I’m having her rest in the waiting room.

Mika: Ohh, there are people everywhere today, after all.

Shuu: In any case, are you going to pull in the lottery?

Mika: Y-Yeah… Umm, I’d like it if you could also do it with me…♪

Shuu: I would say, “Why would I?”, but I suppose you did come with me to watch the Drama Club’s performance. I don’t mind doing something like pulling in a lottery.

Mika: Whaa, thank you, Oshi-san!

Excuse me. Two pulls for the lottery, please ♪

Ngh, I just have to pull out a piece of paper from this box? *Rummage rummage* Then, this one.

Shuu: …………

Mika: You finished pullin’ one out too, Oshi-san? Ehehe, I wonder what we got. My heart’s thumpin’ ♪

…Oh, Good Luck? You got the same one too, Oshi-san?

I’m happy I got the same one as you~♪ Ah, we can pick a mascot character we like? Hmm~... Then, I’ll take this one.

Shuu: Once again, I see you’ve chosen a rather hideous one.

Mika: You think? Don’t you find this zombie mascot character cute? I thought it was perfect since we’re doin’ a haunted house right now.

How about you, Oshi-san? Which one are you gonna choose?

Shuu: I don’t need any of them. I’ll give it to you so choose another you like.

Mika: Wha, really? Hmm, umm~...? Okay, I choose this!

I’ve got two cute and scary mascot characters now. I’ll put it in my room when I get home~♪

(I got to make some really good memories by walkin’ around the “School Festival” and pullin’ in the lottery.)

(I won’t ever forget this memory for the rest of my life…♪)

← Previous Chapter ᠂ ⚘ ˚⊹˚ ⚘ ᠂  Next Chapter →

[gonemechaniic]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐘! // Jul 24-28

@battleshot :: “Hey—close your eyes.” The sharpshooter sneaking up behind Cindy, bringing gloved hands over her eyes, smiling. A little kiss to her cheek before he guides her to turn around —

“I know it’s nothing much, but me and the old man’ve been working on something for ya for a while now—“ it was a second hand, but all in working order, car for Cindy. One that wasn’t a pickup truck that had many embellishments on it that screamed Cindy’s name. Personalised seat covers and a fluffy chocobo air freshener that swayed in the wind of the top down convertible.

“Aaaand!” He adds, running to the trunk of the car, dragging her with him. When revealed, a basket full of picnic goodies — all prepared by him, maybe with a little help from Ignis - but there was no confirmation or denial.

“I’ve found a real nice spot for us to go and take a walk, maybe take a few shots — but…” his voice softer, suddenly a little shy even. “I jus’ wanted to spend the day with you….” His cheeks rosy as pink candy floss, looking into her eyes as he bestows a kiss to the golden goddess's lips. “Happy birthday, Cind…”

Intrigue brings a shy smile to her face. That little spark of curiosity over what surprise the Photog had in store. Carefully she is steered in the proper direction, head tilting a bit as he speaks. Him and Paw-Paw? A wonder just how long the pair were hatching up this little plot and how they were able to keep her from finding out. Brow furrows, though it's more in the manner of her mind trying to connect all the dots though she wouldn't have to wait long in seeing the results.

A few blinks to adjust to the rays of sunlight beating down upon them, a few more to focus on the radiant beauty shining before her: the deep gold pearlescent coating, the embroidered script of her name nestled in a bed of sunflowers along the seats; a perfect blend of vintage and modern. In a gasp Cindy brings her hands to the side of her face as she partly crouches down, completely taken aback in pure awe.

❝ You an' Paw-Paw? Y-you guys... did... did all this? ❞ She takes notice of her voice breaking and clears her throat to no avail, tears of joy already welling up to blur her vision as she stands up again to receive Prompto's kiss and bestow a few of her own. In that same instant, she pulls him into an embrace, arms wrapping around his neck with a shaky sigh.

❝ I mean I don't rightly know what t'say... ❞ a soft giggle. ❝ Thank you doesn't seem enough, y'know. ❞ She nuzzles her forehead against his. ❝ This is amazin'... you're amazin'! I... ❞ another quiet laugh, a brief shake of her head. ❝ I love you so much. ❞

[cantillat-moved]

@moonlightmagus "Shirou! There you are." The female says, smiling warmly as she caught up to her partner. A small box was in her hand. "I couldn't let this day go without this! It took a bit longer to get together, but here!" Inside was a picture frame. The photo was a small group photo of Shirou, Miyu and Yuuki. Yuuki was holding the smaller girl with a big warm smile on her face. Miyu was giggling with her eyes closed as she was being lifted slightly. Shirou was in the back also holding onto Miyu with her. The frame said 'Our Found Happiness'

"Happy Birthday, Shirou!" (The prisma Gang!)

Sitting down in one of the dojos, Shirou was enjoying a moment of respite. Truth being told, as much he wished to pull his weight all the time today was one of these days that he could feel his body feeling a little heavier, sluggish. He had been extremely harsh on his body, so he deserves that – the strain that his magic circuits have been through not entirely healing and the constant chiding from Chaldea’s medical staff makes him feel bad for them. So maybe taking one day off might be a good idea, right ? Arms crossed, eyes closed, if he wasn’t going to train his physique perhaps some meditation could do him some good. A beloved voice chimed, her smile bright as the morning sun in spring meeting his now-opened eyes. His smile tried to match hers but it was nigh impossible, she was simply too beautiful and her elation was contagious. ❝ Eh ? This day ? ❞ her words cause him to pause for a bit, trying to figure out until it hit him: his birthday ! Shirou was so used to focus on celebrating Miyu’s birthdays and barely paying attention to his own that he seldom recalled it. It was a little hard when there weren’t a lot of people around to share it… ❝ Oh right. Birthday. ❞ his mouth finally caught up with his thoughts, so he stood up and met her as soon as she got closer.

❝ Hey, I remember this day. There was a fair or something in the Singularity and I was worried Miyu and you would get stomachache from all the cotton candy you ate. ❞ his smile widened, holding on to the frame ❝ I wonder if it has anything to do with Gray-san calling them “fairy floss”. ❞ a small tease before caressing Yuuki’s features with one free hand and giving her a gentle kiss. ❝ Thank you. You two are my happiness. ❞

[smalls-words]

Lost And Found

Summary: Disneyland can be a magical land for some people. Maybe it’s not just for you.

Pairings: CG!Wanda x Little!AFAB!Stark!Reader

Requested: yes/NO

Warnings: Epic rides, Disney princesses, parades, crowds, blood (light), assumption of pronouns by assholes, kind Disneyland people who don’t do that, tired babies.

Words: Doesn’t matter, this is for my little ones

A/N - SO! This is my first little!reader fic. I have a precious little of my own whilst I have some little friends, and whilst I am my little’s cg, I do have that mindset and care for all littles that I have the pleasure of meeting. So please, do not ever be mean to a little, there are reasons behind their regression. This is a safe place, and any rudeness will not be tolerated. Rude to my/any littles = instant block. I WILL NOT have that here.

Anyway... have fun reading!

*not my gifs*

Today was gonna be a great day. You weren’t going to slip, you were going to have fun with your girlfriend at Disneyland and you were going to buy her so many things that you knew you would break your father’s bank.

You hopped in the car with her early that morning and arrived earlier than everyone else, making you grin as you went straight to your favourite rides. You had both made sure to wear a pair of swimmers underneath as you went on Splash Mountain, getting positively soaked but it only made you admire Wanda’s features more.

“Ooh, babe, look over there!” Wanda exclaimed as she tied her hair up into a messy bun, the loose wet strands framing her face in a light you’d never seen before.

You followed her pointing finger and spotted what had excited her - a pirate show that was just about to start. She pulled you over and you hid within the crowd, keeping your bags between your legs so that your shoulders could have a rest whilst your stuff couldn’t be stolen. 

Immediately, you felt it starting. You liked pirates a lot, which didn’t help your goal of the day. Instead, you eyed a candy floss machine and pulled her over there, even though the pirate show wasn’t finished yet. 

“But Y/N!” Wanda whined.

“We can still watch from here, silly.” You snickered, far enough away that it wasn’t going to trigger you whilst Wanda could still watch.

After the candy floss, you went on more rides before heading to the food court. You tried out some Mickey Mouse-styled burgers, some Star Wars drinks and best of all, some churros with Mickey Mouse’s head cooked through!

You went on a few more rides, including the Teacups, It’s a Small World and Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters. Soon enough, the parade was being announced and you managed to get your way to the front-middle, where you could see the parade but couldn’t sit.

You wrapped your arms around Wanda and tucked your head on her shoulder, smiling as she kissed your cheek. “How has your day been, my love?”

“Amazing. Just… Everything I wanted and more.” She sighed happily, kissing you once more. 

You stuck around until half-way through before Wanda felt the urgent need to go to the bathroom. You gave Wanda a quick kiss before she went, leaving you to watch the end and smile at the Disney princesses. The actors all looked wonderful and some even recognised you, bowing their heads as you bowed yours playfully. 

By the end, everyone was scrambling to get back to the rides that you got thrown around quite a bit, leaving you in a haze. You tripped over your bag and luckily caught yourself, but all of your belongings were splayed out that you hurriedly placed back in. 

More and more people’s legs were getting close to your face and you felt like you were getting smaller and smaller. You grabbed yours and Wanda’s bags and held them tight, feeling your mind finally slip over the edge.

*Mama.* You thought, over and over again, hoping that she could hear you. 

*Y/N.* Wanda sprinted out of the bathroom at the thought, gasping at the huge crowd you were no doubt being swamped in. 

*Y/N/N, my sweet baby, make yourself known. Please.* 

She searched the crowd, tears pricking her eyes until she saw a crowd forming by a bench. She sped over, listening to their questions.

“Why are you crying, young lady?”

“Have you lost your phone? Maybe that’s why.” 

Wanda pushed through the crowd but it kept getting denser, your sniffle and whimpers echoing inside of her mind. 

“Out of my way!” She growled, the crowd clearing before she knelt down in front of you. 

“Oh, my little one. I’m sorry, Mama’s so so sorry.” She cooed, tucking you into her. 

“Mama never should have left her baby alone. Mama was dumb, Mama should have seen you struggling.”

“Who the hell are you? You’re not her mom.” A scoff came from behind Wanda and she rolled her eyes.

You had already dealt with this enough when you were younger. Disneyland was supposed to be a place of inclusivity, of happiness and joy, something of which she knew you weren’t feeling right now. 

“Can everybody just back off? They evidently need some air.” A passerby interrupted, pushing themselves into the crowd to make them move along. 

“Are you two alright?” The man asked, kneeling down in front of you. 

“I… I small.” You murmured, but got confused when he smiled.

“You’re a little? And I’m guessing you’re their caregiver?” He looked at Wanda. 

“Yes. I’m Wanda.”

“I’m Jason. Are you not having the best day, little one?” He asked you and you nodded.

“Just… lots of people. Scary. Fell.” You showed him your hands, which were scraped and bleeding slightly. 

Jason gasped. “Come with me, I’ll get you to a medical tent.” 

You and Wanda eagerly followed him whilst a conversation went between the two of you. 

*Y/N/N, I can just fix your hands, baby cakes.*

*No, no powers in Disneyland. You p’omised.* 

She sighed and nodded whilst kissing your temple as you arrived in the medical tent. You showed your hands to the attendee, who was delighted to help you, and she put some band-aids on after cleaning and applying some creams. 

“There you go! You should be all set!” 

“Oh, hold on a second, Margorie.” Jason held up a finger and beckoned you two to come to the end. 

“This is a special pass in Disneyland. If you show this to any Disneyland worker, they will take you to a quiet spot or wherever you’d like to go by golf cart and you can do whatever you’d like.” He slipped the lanyard over your head and you beamed, looking at the special pass with complete adoration. 

“I hope you two have a nice rest of your day.” Jason looked at Wanda, who kissed your cheek and nodded.

“Thank you so much for this, Jason. It really means a lot.”

He nodded and you two left, wandering through the park with your hands clasped together before you noticed the pirate show was starting again. 

“Mama! Pirates, p’ease?!” You asked eagerly, making Wanda chuckle. 

“Of course, little love. Let’s go say hi to the pirates again.” 

You went over and watched the whole show until you felt your eyes starting to feel heavy. It was late in the afternoon now, and you wanted to get to the merchandise shops before they closed. 

“Mama, home time?” You murmured, yawning. 

“Let’s go home.” She agreed, leading you through the park towards the exit until you stopped dead in your tracks and pointed at a merchandise store. 

You dragged her in, making her laugh along the way, and you scanned the shelves for anything and everything. You picked out two new stuffies, one for you and one for Wanda, whilst you also got some special Scarlet Witch ears and some very big sleepy shirts. Wanda picked out some things for herself, but when you saw how much her stuff summed up to, you frowned. 

“More, Mama.” You mumbled, pointing at some of the shelves.

“Darling, if I wanted more, I’d get more.” She chuckled, but you saw the real reason behind her eyes. 

You dug around for your phone and opened it, showing your dad’s credit card ready to pay for it. She sighed, knowing you wouldn’t budge, and grabbed some more things. Once she was done, you paid and giggled as you held the giant Stitch in your arms, walking all the way to the car before you held him in your lap. 

“Mama, can Stitchy sleep wif me?” You asked, sucking on your thumb whilst Wanda kicked the car into gear. 

“Of course he can!” She smiled happily, holding your hand whilst the automatic car merged with traffic. 

About halfway home, your fatigue from earlier had started to settle in again, making your eyelids droopy. “Mama, I tireds.”

“Have a nap, my little dove, you more than deserve it.” 

“But I no want sleeps.” You argued, even through a yawn. 

Wanda smirked at you briefly before focusing on the road. “How about this? If you go to sleep, I will let you have double ice cream tomorrow.”

Your eyes widened at the offer, thinking about it carefully before you nodded. “Deal, Mama. I sleeps, but…”

Luckily you came to a red light and Wanda looked over at your hesitant features. “You can ask me anything, my tiny angel. I promise.”

“Can… Can you makes my sleeps nice?” You asked hesitantly and she beamed at you.

“If that is what you wish, then that is what shall be.”

Her hand cradled your cheek softly before a wisp of red clouded your vision, seeping into your skin as warmth you only felt in the arms of your Mama consumed you. It felt like you were actually in bed, being held tightly against Wanda whilst you listened to her heartbeat. 

Eventually, your eyes didn’t reopen, and Wanda’s wisps drifted from your head to your hands, peeling away the band-aids to heal your scrapes. 

*No pain for my baby.* She muttered within her mind, the skin healing over whilst the band-aids disappeared.

“FRIDAY, can you take the wheel?” 

“Of course, Ms Maximoff.” The AI responded before Wanda’s magic lifted you and herself into the backseat, where she moved to hold you close and run her fingers through your hair.

She knew she’d be extra Mama-like tomorrow, given that she almost lost you today, but she knew you wouldn’t mind. If anything, you loved having your Mama holding you, keeping you safe within her arms whilst your happy little mind wandered wherever it wanted to go. 

[antilocaprine]

Frenrey, 17 for the kiss prompt

(Kiss Prompt List)

17: ...to distract.

“Dad, can we get Pringles?”

Gordon dropped a bag of pretzels into the shopping cart. “No.”

“Why not?” Joshua whined.

“They’re not healthy. And you’re the only one whose hand is small enough to fit inside the can to reach the chips at the bottom, so I know you’d end up eating the whole thing.”

Joshie made an aggrieved noise and put the can back on the shelf.

“S’that really why?” Benrey asked.

Gordon raised a brow at him. “Did you hear the part where I said they’re not healthy?”

“Oh, yeah, I missed that.”

“Dude, it was the first thing I said!”

“I wasn’t listening,” Benrey said.

“Obviously.” Gordon glanced down at his hastily-scribbled list, made earlier that day when he realized they were out of milk, peanut butter, and bread. “Okay, let’s find the condiment aisle.”

“Dad!” Joshua pointed up at one of the end-cap items. Gordon pushed the cart closer and shook his head when he saw the bags of mini donuts.

“Definitely not, little buddy. If the Pringles are unhealthy, those are just - completely bad for you. One donut, maybe, but not a bag of them.”

Joshua deflated, and Benrey tapped Gordon on the shoulder.

“D’you, uh - is the little gamer gonna get anything fun?”

“Benrey,” Gordon sighed, turning toward him, “if I give an inch, he’ll take a mile. It’s a constant battle. He’s got treats at home, but he can’t only eat crap food - he’ll lose his adult teeth before they even grow in!”

“Nah, he’s…better at teeth than you.”

“What are you talking about?” Gordon snorted. “I still have to remind him to floss every day.”

“Yeah, but…he can grow more teeth.” Benrey tilted his head. “Why can’t you do that? Huh? You’re so bad at teeth you, uh, scared them away? Can’t even grow more?”

Gordon cackled and pushed Benrey’s shoulder, making him rock on his heels. “I already grew in my adult teeth. We only have two fucking sets, we’re not sharks.”

“Sounds like you’re making excuses,” Benrey grinned.

Shaking his head, Gordon turned back and pushed the cart around the corner and into the next aisle, Joshua trotting along beside. “C’mon man, let’s go find some peanut butter.”

“Hell yeah,” Benrey and Joshua chorused together.

After finding the right brand of peanut butter, they headed off to the bread aisle. For some reason, a quarter of that aisle also had candy and chocolates. Gordon fended off two requests from Joshua before Benrey held up a bag of Hershey’s Kisses with a wicked look on his face. Gordon laughed at him, and Benrey put it back on the shelf with a huff. 

“If there was only one kiss in the bag, that would be okay,” Gordon teased.

“I’ll give you one kiss,” Benrey grinned, then leaned up on his tip-toes to do just that. Gordon felt like he was made of chocolate as he melted into the sensation. Benrey licked across the seam of Gordon’s lips and he almost forgot they were in public until something rustled and he pulled back sharply, clearing his throat. Benrey grinned lasciviously at him and winked, then reached up - higher than he should have been able to - and pulled down a plastic box with a single giant Hershey’s Kiss inside. The thing was at least seven inches tall, and it even had a larger version of the paper strip sticking out the top.

Gordon laughed so hard he had to lean on the cart for support. Benrey didn’t even ask before tossing the box in with the other groceries. He knew he’d won.

When Benrey kissed him again in the checkout line as Joshua loaded up the conveyor belt, Gordon only allowed a quick peck before straightening up self-consciously and trying to smooth his hair and clothes down, even though Bnerey had carefully kept his hands to himself through both kisses. 

“What is - are you into voyeurism now?” Gordon hissed at him. 

Benrey shrugged. “Dunno what that is. Just wanted to kiss you. S’that okay?”

“Well - yeah - I mean - yes, of course it’s okay,” Gordon said, flustered. 

Benrey tilted his head to thump it into Gordon’s shoulder. “Okay then. What’s the big issue?”

“We’re in public,” Gordon whined.

“You tryna hide me? Huh? Your dirty little secret?”

Gordon sputtered so much at that that he glanced at the cashier, who was still scanning items. They didn’t appear to care about anything beyond their conveyor belt, and Gordon was endlessly grateful for that. The bagger was much the same - though in their case, the rustling of bags likely masked the quiet conversation.

“Are you done being gross?” Joshua asked, and Gordon cleared his throat and pulled his wallet out, turning away from a smug Benrey.

When they got home, he found out why he’d been so smug. Three bags of candy and two bags of mini donuts were mixed in with the other groceries. Gordon just stared at them as Joshua and Benrey high-fived over their haul.

“How did you even do this?” Gordon couldn’t help but be a little impressed.

“Benrey distracted you, and I grabbed things!” Joshie explained.

Benrey sauntered around the counter and leaned against Gordon. “Yeah,” he smirked. “You’re really easy to distract.”

“Wh - no I’m not! I’m observant! I’m not going to just -”

Plastic rustled, and Gordon whipped around to see Joshua scampering away with one of the bags of candy.

“You were saying?” Benrey purred up at him.

Gordon quickly turned around and brought his hands up to cup Benrey’s face, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He pulled out all the stops, including getting Benrey back for the tongue thing. When he leaned back, Benrey was sagging against the counter, hazy-eyed with pink sweet voice bubbles floating around his head like cartoon hearts.

“You may have won this time,” Gordon said as he walked backward, pointing a metal finger at Benrey. “But you’ve opened a can of worms that you might not be able to close. This means war!”

Then he spun on his heel and headed off down the hall to save his child from an early trip to the dentist.

[writingformount]

Could you do one about Lapland uk with mase? Maybe you have a child together but you have spilt up but he invites you to go with him family and realises how much he misses you

Hindsight - Mason Mount.

Despite breaking up you always put time aside to do things together as a family, not wanting your sons only memories of his childhood being getting dropped to masons every weekend, you had a good relationship with mason considering your pregnancy was ultimately the definition of unplanned but with the help of both your families you made it work.

You were both still very much in the honeymoon stage of your relationship when you found out you were pregnant, hormones and getting ready for your sons arrival distracting you both to the fact that you barely even knew each other, juggling the responsibility of looking after a newborn and settling into a new relationship made you see the worst sides of each other, both tired and overworked which made the idea of co parenting sounding more appealing, your little boy always a priority as you let your relationship slip right through your fingers.

“Look there’s Santas grotto, let’s have a look” despite not knowing you for very long mason could tell you changed a lot since becoming a mother, more gentle and always putting other peoples needs before your own, he knew how lucky your son was to have a mother like you but he couldn’t help what life would be like of you didn’t get pregnant, he definitely missed your company and it certainly didn’t help that he found you even more attractive seeing you carry his baby.

“Got you a hot chocolate but I wasn’t sure if you wanted cream” he could tell by the look on your face that you were trying your best to hold in a laugh, “you don’t like hot chocolate do you?” even though it wasn’t your favourite you struggled on feeling bad that mason queued in the freezing cold only for you to hand it straight back to him.

“I don’t know you very well considering your the mother of my child” mason kept his eye on your son who was busy looking at all the people ice skating with his grandparents not wanting to look at you directly at you, reminding him on what he is missing out on.

“I know you well enough that you don’t like night feeds or changing nappies, if that counts” you haven’t been this close in months, the past year consisting of drop offs and quick hellos. “Can I take you out for dinner, like old times?” He question definitely caught you by surprise not knowing if he was asking in a friendly way so that you both get a break from the responsibility of being parents or if he was asking to pick up where u left off, secretly hoping it was the second option.

“Is that your way of asking me out on a date mase?” The sound of his nickname coming from your lips caused his cheeks to flush giving him a friendly nudge before you were making your way over to your son who had candy canes and candy floss in hand, masons family giving him a knowing look as you clearly left an effect on him and whether he liked it or not you would always be in his life, willing to take the risk of starting again with you.

[boysbellyrubs]

I’m back with another Caine/Quinn request! Caine and Quinn finally go on an actual date, no interruptions or minor annoyances, that is until Caine comes down with a bad case of food poisoning while walking around the park or something similar?

here we are thank you for the request, very proud of this one actually. hopefully it won't flop.

---

“Looking dapper.” 

Caine swivelled around, hands awkwardly flopping around his body. He twitched, smiling a bit like he was being watched under a microscope. He cleared his throat, 

“Ya think? I don’t wanna look too overdressed.” He ran his hands down his coat. 

Lincoln laughed, “Nah, you look good. I don’t know much about dating but I think you look good.” 

Caine looked in the mirror again, “One day it’ll happen, Link.” He joked, though Lincoln didn’t really laugh. He looked a little uncomfortable if anything, and Caine was good at reading people. However, his phone buzzed before he had any time to question it. 

Quinn was outside and Caine didn’t even have his shoes on yet. He yelped and scurried around to find his shoes. 

They were going on a date, no issues, no worries and no illness. Caine hoped that everything would turn out fine. They deserved a good date, didn’t they? He manifested good luck while walking to Quinn’s car, hoping any God was listening. 

—

Nothing was happening. Well, nothing bad was happening. Lots of stuff was happening, all good things though. The restaurant wasn’t too busy, the waiters were lovely and no one was giving them funny looks being two men out on a date. Caine was thrilled, maybe his manifesting had finally worked. 

“How’s your food?” Quinn asked, slowly making his way through his own meal. 

Caine was pleasantly surprised with his, it was something he had never tried before. It was some sort of shrimp meal that he had forgotten the name of. 

“I like it, I’ve never had shrimp before and this is a good first experience.” He ate another mouthful, getting every flavour on his tongue. 

Quinn laughed, “I’m glad. I really like this place so I was a bit nervous about bringing you here.” His cheeks flushed a little and he seemed very interested in a lettuce leaf. 

“Oh, don’t even worry about that,” Caine started, swallowing his mouthful, “I eat pretty much anything.” 

Quinn’s mouth twitched, a habit that Caine had picked up on the longer he had spent with him. It was sweet, and it often meant that he was a little embarrassed. The conversation lulled and they both ate their fill, scraping their plates clean. Caine felt a little fuller than usual so he didn’t order any dessert. Quinn didn’t either, so they stacked their plates and left. 

The night air washed over them both. A slight breeze tousled Caine’s hair and caressed his cheeks. It was refreshing after being in a stuffy restaurant for so long. It wasn’t too dark either, that perfect time when the sun was just setting and the clouds looked like candy floss. 

Caine felt Quinn’s hand graze his own, and without thinking he intertwined their fingers. He felt his shoulders drop, feeling comforted by his touch alone. Their relationship had been slow going, they hadn’t even kissed yet, but Caine couldn’t care less. Just being around Quinn and learning about his quirks made him fall deeper in love. 

They were quiet, and they found their way to one of the gazebo looking things in the park. It was empty, and there were fairy lights strewn around the rafters. It was very romantic. Caine wondered if Quinn had planned this. 

“Do you wanna sit for a bit? Before it gets too cold.” Quinn pulled Caine into the centre of the shelter, and dragged him to one of the seats when Caine nodded. 

The two sat quietly, simply breathing next to each other with Quinn’s thumb rubbing along Caine’s knuckles, jumping between the grooves. 

Sitting down, Caine felt a little off. Not like when someone was watching you, but within himself he felt strange. The fullness from his meal hadn’t really died down, even after their walk. It felt like his meal was sitting like a stone in his stomach. Was he secretly allergic to shrimp? There was no way he could be though. Wouldn’t an allergic reaction come on much quicker? 

He looked down at his and Quinn’s hands, focusing on Quinn’s thumb. Thankfully, the boy seemed content to sit in silence. He swallowed, a tingling feeling spreading across his tongue and lips. Fuck, he hoped he wasn’t allergic. This was just an extreme anxiety reaction. It had to be. 

“I’ve always liked your hands. They’re very pretty.” Quinn remarked, now bringing Caine’s hand higher in between them. He traced the bones and the veins, and the touch only served to increase the tingling feeling in Caine’s fingers. 

“I’ve always thought they were too bony.” 

Quinn shook his head, kissing it like a Disney prince, “No, they’re very nice.” 

Caine couldn’t take his eyes off Quinn. The tiny smile playing on his lips, the twinkling in his eyes, his hair falling just perfectly on his forehead. He was wholeheartedly in love with him. 

The sweetness stopped there though. Caine’s stomach seemed to finally want to try and digest his food as his stomach gurgled, not loud enough for Quinn to hear but Caine felt it deep inside his belly. His fingers twitched involuntarily. 

Quinn regarded the twitch as his fault and he quickly stopped tracing patterns on his hand, “Oh, sorry, got a bit carried away.” He laughed, another soft blush rising on his cheeks. 

Caine instantly felt bad, “Oh, no don’t worry about it. I’m just uh-” 

Quinn looked at him then and all his thoughts evaporated. Quinn’s pupils were massive, the black swallowing his iris whole. His cheeks were dusted pink, and his mouth was slightly open to reveal his two front teeth. Quinn’s eyes were flicking down to Caine’s lips, holding their gaze and then returning to stare at Caine. 

Caine was frozen. Was this about to be their first kiss? The tingling amped up, and his stomach cramped a little. Shit, that did not feel good. He had very conflicting thoughts, one was his horny young adult brain thinking of kissing his boyfriend, and the other was his sick brain saying he was feeling worse and worse by the second. 

He had never eaten shrimp before but surely an allergy can be picked up in childhood, right? It tasted fine, the texture was a bit slimy but other than that there was nothing. 

While Caine was having his crisis, Quinn was mustering up the courage to lean in and kiss Caine. 

It took everything in him to say what he said next. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

Caine short circuited. Was he dreaming? Fuck, and now his stomach chose the exact moment to start cramping even worse. His stomach felt squeezed tight, and he bent forward a little to try and relieve the ache. It didn’t really work, but it didn’t matter because Quinn took the movement as a yes and leaned in. 

Everything erupted. It felt like a cliche movie scene, where fireworks would go off and another couple would wolf whistle at them. Their mouths seemed to fit perfectly together, and Caine let Quinn take the lead. He pulled back and smiled, 

“I love you.” Quinn said, grinning. 

Caine forgot all of his ailments, “I love you too. So much.” 

They kissed again, Quinn’s hand coming up to cup Caine’s jaw. He was a good kisser, Caine thought to himself. He leant into it, breathing in the scent of Quinn’s cologne. 

The bliss came to a screeching halt, however, when Caine’s stomach decided to cramp again, a deep grumble echoing from it. He groaned without meaning to. 

Quinn must’ve not heard his distress as he deepened the kiss. He pulled away for air, and that was when he saw Caine’s grimace. He frowned, 

“What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop?” 

Caine smoothed his features as best he could, but the pain only grew in intensity. He put a hand to his belly, feeling how bloated he was under his button up. 

Quinn followed his movement, and held his face with the other hand too, “Are you not feeling well?” He kissed his forehead, and kissed both of his cheeks. Caine couldn’t hold back a smile. 

“A little stomach ache never killed nobody,” He grumbled, another twinge forcing him to hunch over, “Okay, maybe more than a little stomach ache.” 

He felt extraordinarily embarrassed. Everything was going great, then he had to go and fuck it up by getting sick again. He licked his lips, the tingling still there. 

“Are your lips tingling?” 

“Uh, no, why?” 

Caine shrugged, “Mine are, and my tongue and hands.” 

As he relayed his symptoms, his stomach only got worse. The cramping was slowly but surely evolving into churning, and with churning came nausea and Caine knew all too well what that meant. His weak stomach was about to expel everything inside it. 

It gave another gurgle, deeper in his intestines and kick starting the real swirling in his stomach. He moaned, pulling his head out of Quinn’s grasp to lean forward onto his knees. Quinn’s hand rested on his back, 

“Are you alright?” He sounded panicked, rightfully so as Caine wasn’t really giving him much detail. Groaning and doubling over weren’t exactly good signs either. 

He shook his head, “Nah, my stomach is killing me and I think I’m gonna throw up.” He heard his own voice shake. He sat back up, wanting to look at Quinn as he felt sicker. His face helped calm him down a little. 

His hands tingled like they had pins and needles. He had never experienced that before. 

“Hey, Quinn, do you think you could search up why my hands and mouth are tingling?” He moaned at another gurgle from his insides. 

“Oh, uh yeah.” Quinn quickly pulled out his phone and got to typing. Caine was beginning to feel like vomiting was very close on the horizon. His stomach was beginning to feel bubbly and burps were travelling up his throat. He let out a tiny one and even that got his stomach churning like crazy. He groaned, rubbing his hand along his upper belly. 

Another burp and another churn. A hiccup. A moan. And finally, Quinn had the answer. 

“Caine, I think you have shellfish poisoning.” 

Caine looked at him like he had said it in a foreign language. Fuck, he should’ve just stayed with something he knew for dinner. No wonder the shrimp felt so slimy, it was rotten. 

He tossed his head back, “Fuck, isn’t that super bad?” Now his health anxiety skyrocketed and his leg began to bounce, which only upset his stomach more. 

Quinn’s solid hand landed on his shoulder, “Not always, but if you wanna go to the hospital just in case, we can.” His voice was so calm Caine wondered how he did it. 

With all of his emotions at their peak, his stomach was forgotten. Alas, the nasty shrimp reared its black eyed head and a gag suddenly caused Caine to lurch forward with his head between his knees. The only thought he had now was ‘I’m about to puke all over these nice shoes’. 

And with that, the poison in his body shot up his oesophagus and onto the concrete. He coughed, another round joining the puddle. It was the most painful puking he had ever experienced. His stomach was cramping and burps that hurt his throat were coming up just as fast as the vomit was, the bigger belches bringing up more sick. 

Quinn’s hand was the only thing keeping him from crying out. He was alternating between patting and rubbing roughly upwards. It helped despite it being rough. 

Caine moaned after a particularly harsh retch, “This sucks.” He mumbled, coughing up saliva. 

Quinn hummed, “I’m so sorry, love. We won’t go there again.” 

Caine’s stomach had decided to stop vomiting, but all that was left was intense cramping and the most insane tingling feeling on his lips and mouth. It was like he had eaten a spicy pepper, except it was much worse than that. 

He sniffled, “I wanna go to hospital. Just in case.” He told Quinn, sitting up and flopping into Quinn’s neck. His smell grounded him. 

“Of course. You’ll feel better in no time.” Quinn kissed his head, and despite feeling like death, Caine relaxed a little. Even though he was going to the hospital, if Quinn was there he knew he’d be okay. 

[ladycatofwinterfell]

A Ned/Cat/Ashara drabble inspired by @eddardofthehousestark ‘s idea. They’re having a date night and Ashara definitely knows what she wants to do

“Hey!”

Catelyn was in Ashara’s warm embrace before she had time to look up.

“Hi, Ash” she said as Ashara pressed a kiss to her cheek.

She raised an arm to attempt to hug her back without looking up from her screen. She was in the middle of a sentence, she couldn’t lose track. She had something good going.

As she tried to hug Ashara back she accidentally knocked her own glasses off her nose, leaving them diagonally across her face.

“Is Ned here yet?” Ashara asked, nuzzling her face into Catelyn’s neck.

She should have always had her girlfriend to snuggle her while she had to write academic papers. There was something about Ashara’s scent, warm vanilla, that cleared her mind. Maybe it should have been the opposite way, but Ashara brought out the best in her.

“Yeah, he’s in the shower” Catelyn answered, still somewhat absentmindedly, as she lowered her arm again and straightened her glasses.

Ashara kissed her cheek another time before letting her go, Catelyn missed her the moment she no longer felt her touch. And to her great dismay she lost her thought in the middle of a reasoning.

“Pretty and smart” Ashara smiled as she sat on the chair next to Catelyn’s. “Bingo.”

Catelyn just sighed, pushing her laptop away from her. She had been sitting at the kitchen table for hours, just writing and making research. It was really tiring, but she didn’t mind that particularly much because it was also really interesting.

“You still on for Saturday?” Ashara then asked.

“Of course.”

She had been looking forward to it for a week, finally they were all going out together. They never seemed to be available at the same time and so it was really hard to have a proper date. Though in two days it was finally time.

“What do you wanna do?” Catelyn said, taking the glasses off and placing them on the table before her.

Her girlfriend didn’t hesitate for even a second.

“You know what I want to do.”

She had been trying to drag them to the amusement park for weeks.

“Can’t we just have dinner and go watch a movie or something?”

“We have time to do something fun, why should we go to the movies?”

Catelyn took one of her hands into the both of hers, stroke her thumb up and down the back of her hand.

“Because we’re working and studying and we’re tired” she said. “I just want to spend time with my partners. And also you’re never getting Ned on a rollercoaster.”

“My darling Cat, one day I will get Ned on a rollercoaster.”

He really wasn’t an amusement park type of person. Not at all. He would definitely go with them if they wanted it, but they would never get him on one of the rides. He would stand on the ground and take pictures of them and eat popcorn.

“No, you–“

Ashara leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, effectively silencing her.

“Shut up” she mumbled as they parted.

Their faces were still so close that their noses almost touched and Ashara’s breath warmed her face.

“But I’m right” Catelyn whispered.

“About what?”

They looked up at their boyfriend. He was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen.

“Hello there” Catelyn smiled while Ashara wolf whistled.

He was wearing only a towel, tied around his waist. It wasn’t hard upon the eye at all. His damp skin, his wet hair falling down over his shoulders.

“What were you talking about?” Ned continued, ignoring them.

“Where to go on Saturday” Ashara told him.

Her eyes were fixed on his chest.

“Ash wants to go to the amusement park, and I told her she would never get you on a rollercoaster” Catelyn explained.

“She won’t” Ned said. “But we can go to the amusement park if you want to. It’s not all roller coasters.”

Catelyn turned to Ashara so that she could inform her of that she had told her so, but Ashara was quicker to open her mouth.

“Please, Cat, I just want to kiss someone in front of a rollercoaster camera and eat lots of candy floss and look at pretty lights. With my girlfriend and my boyfriend.”

After a moment Catelyn looked at Ned, who just shrugged at her.

“That does sound really fun” she admitted.

The triumphant smile on Ashara’s face made it hard to understand why she had been reluctant in the first place.