#princess daisy hot wheel

[faline-cat444]

Daisy and Bullet Bill as cars

[amirasainz]

Request: Hey!! I just saw the Video of Carlos and his father driving hot laps together. Could you maybe write one where Carlos is doing it with his girlfriend, but she is the one driving. But he is like super terrified, cause his gf is the definition of passenger princess. Thank you

Of course! Enjoy reading and send me some requests!!!

-XoXo

Hot Laps

It was a radiant day on the Austin track. The sun was beaming, and not a cloud marred the sky. It was the perfect day for some exhilarating hot laps in a Ferrari, in your opinion. The air was filled with the scent of rubber and gasoline, a symphony of engines roaring in the background, setting the stage for an unforgettable experience.

When the Ferrari media team first approached you and Carlos with the idea of doing some hot laps together during the next race weekend, you were apprehensive. Not that you didn’t trust Carlos with your life. But driving leisurely through the picturesque countryside of Spain and racing at 200 km/h on a track were vastly different experiences. After much persuasion with promises of “Mi amore, I swear I won’t go too fast” and “I promise, I’ll buy you the new Valentino bag when we’re back in Monaco,” he finally convinced you.

However, the moment you both confirmed that you would be doing the hot laps together, Silvia altered the entire plan. “Sorry Carlos, we just think that the fans would enjoy seeing YN drive this time.” And boy, did you love that idea. Now, Carlos was the one hesitating.

You obviously had a driver’s license and your own car, but that didn’t mean you were an exceptional driver. Throughout your relationship, you had proven more than once that you were destined to be the Passenger Princess, rather than the driver. For instance, there was the time when you managed to knock down a road sign. While Carlos sat with a shocked expression next to you, clutching the door handle for dear life, you simply said: “Oopsie daisy,” smiled at him, and continued driving. Or the time when you attempted to parallel park, but after 30 minutes of trying, you had to call him for help.

So one could understand why Carlos was reluctant to let you drive. Now it was your turn to convince Carlos with “I promise I won’t go too fast” and “It will be so much fun, I promise.” What finally swayed him was the promise of “the best sex ever. Throughout the. Whole. Night.”

When the day finally arrived, you were more than ecstatic. The anticipation had been building up, and you could hardly contain your excitement. After the team let you on the track and you were securely strapped into the car (yes, Carlos checked the seatbelt several times), you were finally ready to go. The Ferrari’s interior was a blend of luxury and raw power, the leather seats hugging you tightly as you gripped the steering wheel. The dashboard was a marvel of modern technology, with a digital display that showed every detail of the car’s performance.

You started off slowly, which relaxed Carlos. However, on turn 7, you floored the throttle. “Ay! No, no, no, mi amore. Too quick, too quick!” Carlos screamed. While he tried to grab anything within reach, you were having the time of your life. You drifted and cruised on the track, the tires screeching as you took each turn with increasing confidence. Carlos’s screams of “The wall! The wall!” and “BRAKE!” didn’t deter you from your little joyride.

As you navigated the track, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline. The wind whipped through your hair, and the roar of the engine was music to your ears. You glanced over at Carlos, who was gripping the sides of his seat, his knuckles white. His eyes were wide with a mix of fear and amazement, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. The track’s twists and turns became a thrilling dance, each corner a new challenge that you eagerly embraced.

When you went for the last lap, you went too wide in turn one. Before you could hit the wall, Carlos grabbed the steering wheel, putting the car back on track. While you giggled like a schoolgirl seeing her crush, Carlos muttered: “Querido Dios, por favor dame fuerza y déjanos vivir otro día.”

Finally, the lap was over, and you brought the car to a stop. Carlos immediately undid his seatbelt before jumping out of the car. He lay flat on the track, taking huge breaths of air. You rounded the car, seeing your boyfriend lying on the asphalt. The rest of the team, who had been watching the whole ordeal, were laughing in the background.

“Carlos, why are you lying on the floor?” you asked with a smile, kneeling down next to him. Carlos took your hand before answering seriously: “Mi vida, I love you with my whole heart. But please, never ever drive a car again. You’re the perfect passenger princess, okay.” His request made you laugh so hard that tears escaped your eyes. Perhaps he was right. You ARE the perfect passenger princess.

As you both walked back to the team, Carlos still a bit shaky, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. You had faced your fears and had an unforgettable experience. The team congratulated you, and even Carlos managed a smile, albeit a nervous one. You knew this would be a story you’d both laugh about for years to come.

Later that evening, as you both relaxed in the hotel room, Carlos recounted the day’s events with dramatic flair, making you laugh all over again. The memory of the hot laps became a cherished moment, a testament to your adventurous spirit and the bond you shared. You realized that while you might be the perfect passenger princess, you also had the courage to step out of your comfort zone and create unforgettable memories.

[pupyuj]

havinf CRAZY THOUGHTS RN abt being yujin's passenger princess......... LLLIKE imagine her with one hand on the wheel and the other on ur thigh the entire ride home........ but eventually she pulls over and fucks you in the backseat because she CANNOT CONTROL HERSELF...... 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i need her so bad its not funny

the day starship puts yujin in a real car is the day all the yujinators implode,, it's the day that i personally will eject myself into space and scream into the void... YUJIN, LET ME BE YOUR WOMAN!! WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN—

okay but let's add a little jock!yujin in there where she likes to show you off in her car to her totally uncool and bitchless jock friends like you're some kind of trophy,, n she likes it better when you dress like a whore bcs even tho people are looking at you like they want you, they will never have you and yujin takes pride in people getting jealous of her bcs she's got such a fine girl as her gf ajdhsdndjch 😵‍💫😵‍💫

sdfhjsdk wearing an adorable outfit one day and not your usual slutty ones bcs you were feeling cute n stuff,,, but yujin's looking at you like you were some piece of meat that she couldn't fucking wait to gnaw on... the pastel colors, the cute accessories, the headband, n the daisy earrings were such a turn on for her, perhaps even more than your bad girl outfits??? she's sick 😵‍💫 yujinnie couldn't stop staring at you the entire time the two of you sat on the bleachers watching some of her friends from the soccer team on the field :(( her arm around your waist holding you close to her, her other hand touching and squeezing your thigh and knee while she whispered compliments on your ear :((( she was so sweet but oh, the things she had planned for you...?

well, those plans couldn't wait until the two of you got home apparently! bcs not even halfway through the game, you and yujin left ... yujin said she was 'hungry' and needed food... sure, she did 👀 but like she was so fucking horny that she couldn't even make it far from the field before she stopped at some abandoned old park's lot and moved you over to the backseat 😵‍💫😵‍💫 ueuughh yujinnie pressing her knee against your cunt while she kissed you,, has you pinned down on the seats, hands under your sweater vest and the shirt underneath,, groping and squeezing anywhere she could 🤤 her own pussy throbbing too bcs you just looked so hot under her :(((

"i really got lucky.. you're the prettiest little thing."

she melted your heart so bad that you didn't hesitate to take every single piece of clothing off your body in the next second :(( yujinnie leaving kisses all over your chest, fingering you roughly while your hands were on her soft hair :((

"i w-wanna get off too, baby... i wanna come on you too..."

n then she was taking her panties off :(( putting her warm cunt against your thigh and riding it, then spreading your other leg out so she could still finger you :((( you're cradling her head while she moaned your name in your ear :(( the cool and mischievous basketball captain yujin being gone, you could only see your cute girlfriend being so desperate to come with you 🥺🥺

finally coming with her when she pressed her clit against your knee and curled her fingers inside of you :((( sjsbdjknks yujinnie smiling cutely up at you after but then promising that she'll fuck you better when the two of you get home?!!! 😩 she really is an all-rounder.. 🤭

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Would you tell us more about your pets someday mayhaps? 🥺👉👈 I love reading your stories about Rascal (precious puppy), but did I understand right that you have More pets?? ❤️

Awww this is so sweet anon. I'd love to tell you about my little jerk babies! <3 Doing this in age order! :3

Rascal- a 16 year old black english cocker spaniel. aliases: Razzy, Mr. Baby, bear, pookie, Sir (when he's in trouble) - came from a flea market 16 years ago. best $150 anyone ever spent -he's very sweet, my soul dog, love of my life. but also he is evil to me sometimes, as is his nature. - he's deaf and can't see well but his nose works! he could sniff out a hot dog (his fave snack) from across town. :') - he also has a sixth sense for when the fridge opens? i don't know how he knows. - sleeps next to me most of the time TwT - does NOT like to be held but is so holdable - has a docked tail so he has a little bear butt - is currently laying on the wheels/ legs of my desk chair so i can't escape. he does this constantly T-T - sometimes displays symptoms of dementia where he doesn't want to eat/ acts confused. :( and that makes me very sad. - has a heart condition and a problem with retaining fluid so he's on two different diuretics. - basically he has every illness but i love him so much. even when he accidentally bites me. i would kill for him and i am not joking. <3

Charles- an 8 year old tabby cat aliases: Charlie, auntie's girl (i'm her auntie), asshole - found her in the garage, her mom took her brother but left her :( - is trans! - we thought she was a girl and gave her a Grown Man's Name to piss my dad off but then she turned out to have a penis. we use she/her for her. - wicked princess from hell. <3 - dumb - has freakishly long whiskers? - sometimes doesn't look like herself. jess and i joke that she's a shapeshifter and forgets what she looks like so she gets it wrong :o - lets me hold her like a baby but then gets mad about it. :/ - doesn't like wet food but likes the gravy of it? - YOWLER

Thomas- a 7 year old calico cat aliases: Tiny, aunty's girl (i'm her aunty), jerk - found her in the weeds outside my house! she was screaming like a banshee. her mom also left her! :((( - FAT!!! she weighs 14lb and we don't know why! her pouch is LORGE - constantly being bad to get attention. :/ - scratches jess's desk chair, rips up curtains, tries to eat any and all string (yarn, my HAIR, shoelaces, etc.) - chases the (50lb) dog around, but lets charlie beat her up? (charles is only 11ish pounds) - looks like a lil alien sometimes - annoying baby! - will climb onto your lap and demand pets as soon as you're trying to do something (jess constantly falls victim to this, rip jess</3) - youngest child energy :/ (jess is the cats' mom so... it tracks)

Daisy May- a ??? year old tan pit bull mix aliases: brownie, brown sugar, wifey (she thinks that her and jess are married), brown susan, (i got confused), beth (??) - was our neighbor's dog but they abandoned her! >:( then she was ours. - escaped containment one day and came back preggers >:( - had 8 puppies and hated all of them but one. - very sweet, wants to live in jess's lap - heavy! - likes being danced at, loves to WAG, will jump on you to give kisses - criminal mastermind. maybe.

Buford- a 5 year old black and tan pit bull mix aliases: Boofy, stinky, skunk, dickhead, BEEF SUPREME, beefy - the one puppy brownie liked. - NEVER SHUTS UP - brain the size of a pea. a small pea. - is afraid of Thomas but not afraid of Charles - velcro dog. cannot pee without her. - constantly chewing on her feet??? nasty! - has very soft ears <3 - HEAVIEST! - makes me wanna die a lot T-T - will steal food from old men (rascal) with no remorse

anyway!!! that's all my stupid babies i love you for asking about them anon. if any of them were photogenic i would share pictures but alas...

[x-nintendoprincessdaisy-x]

A hot wheels toy of Princess Daisy in the standard kart with the flower glider (Mario Kart 8).

🌼 C/- Hot Wheels Mario Kart Glider

[enter-torpor]

so about that nintendo direct...

spoilers below (are nintendo direct spoilers a thing?)

- i never played detective pikachu the first but i love the gruff voice adorable animal trope so i might have to give this one a look

- super mario rpg real!!! i'm really excited!!! look at the little scrunklys!!! but god this trend of bland ass white bread UI in mario spinoff games needs to stop, now, for real

- new princess peach game could be neat, hopefully it'll give her a chance to actually be cool and heroic instead of just... walking around on a stage... and hopefully it doesn't have a vibrator joke in it this time...

- metal gear solid 1 thru 3 on switch??? and this is only volume one??? now i don't wanna make any assumptions, but platinum games has a pretty good track record on this console... i'm just saying...

- penny's big breakaway looks insanely fun holy moly!!! it's by the team behind sonic mania so i got some very high hopes for this one

- i'm not typically a jrpg fan but i really like the vibe star ocean is going for, also it's a motoi sakuraba game so you know it's gonna slap

- mario kart bathroom course and hot wheels unleashed 2, tiny cars in normal sized environments continues to be the pinnacle of racing game design (well, that and futuristic antigravity ships, but god knows we're not getting another f-zero anytime soon)

- if you thought mario tripping on shrooms jokes were bad before, get ready because super mario bros wonder is gonna make them ten times worse! on the bright side though, daisy is playable in an actual real mario game!!! this is officially the greatest 2d platformer of all time!!!

- being a kid icarus fan is pain. being a tomodachi life fan is pain. being both is a fate i would not wish on my worst enemy. stay strong, my friends. i promise it'll be okay.

- overall this direct was pretty good! i give it uhhh an 8/10, goodnight everybody

[violetlilysunshine]

Pretty, Pretty Princess

Dad Chris Evans x Gender Neutral Reader

Requested

Anon: Could you write something with Chris playing dress up with his daughter (or son even, or both)?

WC: 871

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: Happy Father’s Day! Let’s celebrate with some sweet dad Cevans!

I have very limited experience with children, so I did my best! I also strayed from dress up a little. Hope you like it!

I wrote this as a mom reader, but never included anything specific about the reader, so I guess it can be gender neutral!

MASTERLIST

Chris had a little break between filming so he was home with your kids while you were running errands. He’d slowed down massively in his career after you married, but still was away filming a bit. Now that you have kids, he’s been home more than ever and you’re so grateful to have him. He took as many breaks during filming as he could to come home and see his girls.

“Daddy, let’s play princesses!” your little girl, Daisy, squealed as you were walking out the front door.

The last thing you heard was a loud laugh from Chris as you shut the door behind you. You laughed to yourself as you walked to the car, imagining the mess that would greet you when you got home.

While you were out, Chris was in the playroom with Daisy, baby Harper sleeping soundly in his arms.

“Daddy, you have to wear this one,” Daisy told him, handing him a pink feather boa.

“Okay, little bit, let me get Harper’s seat and then I’ll get dressed, okay?” he asked, already heading out to get her swing.

He brought it into the playroom, setting her in it to nap. He could’ve easily put her down in the next room, but he didn’t want to be too far from her ever. Dodger trotted into the room, quickly sticking his nose into Harper’s swing, making sure she was okay, before laying down on the floor in front of her.

“You keep her safe, yeah bubba?” Chris questioned him.

Dodger perked up, watching Chris for a second, before laying back down. Chris chuckled at him before having his attention pulled away.

“Daddy, c’mon!” Daisy scolded, still holding the boa out to him.

“Right, right, here we go,” he said, swinging it around his neck.

He watched her go to the closet and pull out Pretty, Pretty Princess, her favorite game - especially to play with her dad.

“You’re pink and I’m purple,” she said, handing him his piece before spinning the dial.

They took turns going back and forth, getting more glitz and glam as time went on. Daisy laughed each time Chris had to put on something new, earning a smile from him. He’d do anything she asked, and she knows it.

Almost at the end of the game, they each had one more piece of jewelry to collect - Chris the second earring and Daisy the necklace. Chris spun the wheel and magically landed on the earring piece, securing him the win.

“Yay Daddy!” Daisy called, “here’s your crown!”

She took the crown off herself and shuffled over to plop it on Chris’ head. She laughed seeing him all dressed up.

“Thank you, m’lady,” Chris laughed, bowing his head.

She squealed loudly at that, rushing over to the dress up chest to get more things out.

Harper woke at the squeal, starting to cry a bit. Dodger jumped up, sticking his nose in her face once again. Chris shifted over, taking her from the swing and holding her tight.

“Aw, baby, it’s okay, Daddy’s here,” he cooed.

“Daddy, I can do your makeup?” Daisy asked, rushing over with her kit.

“Why don’t we have a snack first?” Chris asked her, knowing it was time to feed Harper, “we don’t want to do makeup and then get messy eating.”

“Okay, I want apples,” she said quickly running towards the kitchen, Dodger hot on her trail.

Chris laughed as he got up from the floor, carrying Harper with him. When he got to the kitchen, Daisy was already up on one of the barstools sitting at the island. He grabbed some apple slices from the fridge, scoping some peanut butter onto a plate and setting it in front of her.

“Eat up, lovebug,” he told her, turning to fix Harper a bottle.

You walked through the front door, closing it quietly, and dropped your bags in the mudroom. You heard commotion in the kitchen, surprised because you assumed they’d be in the playroom. You padded over, not really knowing what you would find, Daisy always got up to something. You leaned against the doorway, taking everything into account.

Dodger sat at Daisy’s feet, looking at her expectantly, “dis is mine, bubba,” she told him.

“Who told you to call him bubba?” Chris asked her over his shoulder, still focused on the bottle.

“That’s his name,” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“His name’s Dodger, bit,” he laughed.

“You call him bubba,” she whispered.

“That I do,” he said quickly, thinking it was cute that she’d picked up his habit.

Chris turned around with the bottle in hand, giving it to Harper before looking up to check on Daisy, “oh, hi!” he said, finding you in the doorway.

“Hi, babe,” you said, holding in a giggle.

Your eyes trailed over his body, Chris still had all of his jewelry, and his boa, and the crown on from the game. To be fair, so did Daisy so it didn’t seem wild when he walked in the kitchen. He glanced down at himself, remembering his attire.

“I won,” he shrugged and laughed.

You laughed back at him and Daisy, thinking you couldn’t get any luckier.

[junicai]

blue shell.

| summary | Things get serious in the Dreamies dorm when Mark brings over Mario Kart.

| word count | 1.3k

| warnings | not serious contemplation of murder(s) 

| era | circa. April 2018

Aria wondered how long she’d go away for if she committed a septuple homicide. 

The idea had taken root in the back of her mind several months ago, what with Chenle’s unfortunate habit of rolling while asleep and kicking her off (a) a couch, (b) a bed, and on one miraculous occasion, even a table. 

Don’t ask how he managed to get his leg up that high - not even Aria knows. All she remembers is sitting on the edge of the table, perfectly content and minding her own business, before there was a foot being unceremoniously shoved into her back, and then she was on the floor. 

The tiles are rather unforgiving, she discovered, when you face plant into them with no chance of stopping yourself from doing so, because you were pre-occupied with trying to not spill hot coffee over yourself and your companion, who had just veritably kicked her out of her sitting position moments beforehand. 

Aria ended up with a bruised cheek, for her attempts, and Chenle still wouldn’t admit that he’d done it - claiming that she must have just fallen off herself. If she didn’t know any better, Aria would claim that Chenle had done it while he was awake, just out of spite.

He has resided at the bottom of her “Rescue In Case Of Fire” list ever since. 

Donghyuck let out a great whoop of victory from his position in the middle of the living room floor, as his character - Baby Yoshi, in the tall booster seat car that he insisted didn’t give him an advantage, but Aria could swear that thing had a smaller turning circle than the rest of them - crossed the finish line, a large gold 1st coming to hang over Yoshi’s head. 

He sat back in his seat, looking altogether too smug for someone who had just cheated his way into a victory. His remote dangling from the wrist-strap that Jeno insisted they all used for the WII remotes (there was an incident, Aria knows, with one of the remotes and a now-broken vase), Donghyuck’s little half smirk had never been more infuriating to Aria. 

She had been leading the race for the better part of two laps, racing around Shy Guy Beach with a banana trailing behind Toad’s little cart in reserve. The finish line had been within her sights, and she was already beginning to settle back into the cushions, prepared to royally gloat her way through the rest of the evening before the unimaginable happened. 

Renjun, steadily clinging onto 4th place but encroaching on Jeno’s 3rd, gave a cry of excitement. There was a whooshing sound - 

And then Toad exploded in a cloud of blue. 

Spinning out of control, Aria fumbled with the buttons uselessly, knowing there was nothing she could do to salvage her position but trying fruitlessly anyway. 

She sat back, stunned and betrayed, as Donghyuck brushed past her and crossed the finish line smoothly - avoiding the loose banana peel that Toad had lost during his spin-out. The dust of the beach was kicked up by Yoshi’s booster kart wheels, and Aria found herself cursing the animators as Toad literally coughed in the cloud. 

Was there much more in the world that could humiliate her so?

Perhaps that thought in itself, had been the tipping point of Aria’s spectacular downfall.

With her mouth dropped open, she watched as Renjun and Jeno passed - neck and neck - Jisung bringing up the tail end before Toad finally got himself under control again and pushed himself off into motion again. His kart was slow - slower than she wanted it to be, but they were moving and picking up speed.

He barely made it two feet. 

A green shell crashed into the back of Aria’s cart, Toad flipping forward and stopping again, waving his hands around in protest. Mark flashed a cheeky grin at Aria from where he was perched on the edge of the coffee table in the centre of the room, zooming past Toad with Daisy snatching 5th place from beneath Aria’s nose. 

She let out an aggrieved shout, dropping her controller in her dismay. “Mark!” 

He couldn’t even have afforded her the dignity of being taken out by a red shell? No! He had to use the green ones, the ones you can actually escape if you have the speed and space to do so. 

“Sorry,” He apologized, looking distinctly un-sorry. 

Mark moved down the “Fire Save” list to just above Chenle.

With her controller on the floor, slid somewhere in between the throw pillows that had been kicked off by Chenle an hour earlier, Aria was forced to sit back and watch as Chenle chased Peach over the finish line, Bowser letting out a commiserating roar as he secured 7th place after Jaemin who took 6th with Princess Peach at the helm. 

The race ended, 7 out of 8 players having crossed the finish line and one remaining stationary - 2.3 seconds away from the finish line. 

With the sweet dulcet sounds of too-peppy Mario Kart music that was really beginning to give Aria a headache playing through the speakers; pandemonium broke out. 

“You cheat!” 

“It wasn’t me! That was hyung!” An incriminating finger was pointed at Renjun, who in turn threw a betrayed hand to his chest. “Sung! I thought we had a pact!” 

“A pact?!” Aria’s voice grew in both volume and pitch. “So it’s true!” She spun to face the others, all who had been tossing the blame back and forth, while rolling about in fits of laughter. “You’ve all been plotting against me!” 

“Never!”

“NO!”

“How could you accuse us of such a heinous crime?”

Their protests were heavily undermined by the fact that they were all holding their sides in pain from laughing too hard, and each of them wore a face-splitting grin. Aria narrowed her eyes at them all, glaring. 

“Come on, noona!” Chenle goaded, straightening up momentarily only to flop back down onto Aria, bringing her into the impromptu cuddle pile that the others were forming on the floor.

She landed with an oof, and was going to apologize before realizing that it was, in fact, landed on Donghyuck. She only felt slightly bad for the elbow that landed in his stomach, then. 

“You promised us dinner.” Donghyuck wheezed out, clutching at his ribs. 

Scrap that. Aria didn’t feel bad at all.

“Wh-”

“’Loser buys dinner.’ I believe those were your words, Riri.” Jaemin grinned at her from his horizontal position stretched out over both Mark and Jeno. 

Aria sighed a long suffering sigh, pinching the bridge off her nose. Muttering underneath her breath, she began attempting to extract her arm from Chenle’s vicious grip, before she was stopped by Renjun’s hand on her wrist.

“Or,” He began, and honestly Aria should have known better than to trust the mischievous twinkle in his eye but goddamnit she only had so much in her bank account at the moment. “We could go best out of three, and loser gets dinner tonight and tomorrow.”

Her credit score begged her to take the deal. She could feel her credit card crying out for her to accept, and to form an alliance with one of the conniving devils that she calls groupmates. 

Aria wondered, again, how long was the jail time for multiple homicides.

Not long at all, if she didn’t get caught, she supposed. 

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Okay, tell me more about Cream twins partners. How each couple met? How they end up together? Any fun cute facts? SPAM ME WITH INFORMATION! 🌸🌺🌸🌺🌸

Ooo! Yay! @kotikaleo this is a good ask.

Before I begin I want to make sure to clarify that both Crayon and Cindy were created by the wonderful @thebluescreen so credit for the characters go to them. (we share 3 ship kids universes)

And once again I wanna say : Disclaimer, This Celest and Luna are the children of Cross and Dream. NOT Cross and Shattered Dream. They are a alternate universe version of the Dark cream twins. They should not be confused as being the same.

I'm gonna start with Celest and her husband Crayon.

These two first met when Celest was 11 and Crayon was 12. For them it was basicly love at first sight. Celest and Luna both grew up travelling around the multiverse and that's how the met.

Crayon is a half human half monster who originally came from a dust tale time line. But more about him will come from @thebluescreen

It was an awkward, inconvenient first encounter. Luna had just broken her leg trying to do a back flip off a table (she was a dumb kid) and Celest (who had been learning first aid from a book) attempted to set it. And she made it a whole lot worse. (cross and dream weren't there at the time, they had left them alone for 10 minutes)

Crayon and his friend went over to help luna. The stress of the situation caused celest to throw up a large amount of gloop and then loose her strength in her legs and fall over. Crayon was close enough to her to catch her as she fell and gently lowered her to the ground. They locked eyes and well, they had basically been crushing on eachother since then.

It took Luna locking them in a room together and refusing to let them out till they confessed to do the trick.

They got together when Celest was 15 and Crayon was 16.

The two were very much in love. The slightly over the top, sugary sweet, child hood sweethearts. Used a bunch of cheesey names.

"I love you my sugar sweet snuggle muffin"

"not as much as I love you my cookie cream cuddle bear"

And luna is just the awkward 3rd wheel.

OK so Luna was in a relationship with this monster called Daisy from the age of 16 to 20. Daisy was a bitch, but more on that below.

It was all good till Celest turned 18, she started to get soul pain. Up until this point her sickness had been bothersome, but not to serious.

But after seeing a soul doctor, she was informed that the curruption was starting to attack her soul, and there was a possibility that it would kill her. Of course her and her family were heart broken, crayon included.

Celest went through a stage of being unhappy. The idea that she could die terrorised her. She had nightmares and got stressed to the point of alot of puking fits.

Her main conforts where her sister and boyfriend.

"I just can't help thinking of everything I'll miss out on. Marriage, children...... Travelling the multiverse...... But at least I have you right?"

So crayon responded with.

"then let's get married"

Of course Celest was shocked and was sure she'd misheard him. But then he said.

"you said that you were afraid of missing out on it, but this way we won't! I want to marry you, if you'll have me."

Celest said.

"but we are both so young, you shouldn't have to carry my burden. You have a life to live"

He said

"I want to spend it with you"

And she said yes.

Yay.

They were married just under a year later and where very happy. Cross was alittle sad to see his princess grow up so fast. But in the end they were all happy.

Crayon is truly Celest's rock. He's very sweet and good to her. To him, she is the bright light in his life, with her kindness and smarts.

They normally spend there time curled up watching movies. Or taking trips to aus like outertale to look at stars. Its all very lovey dovey.

For Luna, love was never all that easy. As I said above her first girlfriend Daisy was a bitch.

Daisy was a emotionally horrible person to Luna. Constantly telling her things like, how she needs to summon ecto or she looks like a man. Or how bones just aren't that attractive. How that fact that she was so close to her sister was creepy. In the end it was revealed that she'd been cheating on Luna while Luna had been helping her sister in the hospital. Luna finally dumbed her.

Years passed and Luna would tell people that she was ok and over it. But in truth it left huge emotional scars. She started avoiding committed relationships like the plague.

Over the years she has had a few casual girlfriends, flings and hook ups. But she told people that long term wasn't her thing, Celest knew that wasn't true, but she couldn't force her sister to date someone. It all changed when she ment Cindy.

She meets Cindy when she's 27. Basically, she met Cindy through Crayon. Since Cindy was the best friend of Crayon's sister's boyfriend.

Cinder is a underlust Sansby child and is a girl who knows what she's got and flaunts it slightly. When Luna first saw her, she went into 'oh no she's hot' mode.

Infact this was there first interaction.

Cindy "hi, I'm Cinder. It's nice to meet you"

Luna *gay panic*

Luna "wanna see me do a back flip?"

Cindy "wa-

Luna trys to back flip and falls on her face.

Cindys "you ok there?" *offers hand to help her up*

Luna *takes her hand and is helped to her feet*

Luna *more 'omg she's touching me!' gay panic *

Luna "wanna see me do a back flip?"

So yeah, Luna is very gay.

The attraction was physical to start with. Luna was smitten to the strong, confident, sexy fire girl. Que Luna repeatedly doing stupid things to try and impress her.

The best way to sum it up would be.

Pfff OK XD

Luckily for Luna though, Cindy starts to fall for the goofy cluts. Not only is Luna just a loveable idiot, but she is also quite attractive.

Cindy comes in one day while she's training and watches her spar with Cross and do a back flip successfully. She's a skilled fighter and is just as Good At Yoga as her dad is. So yeah, Luna is quite attractive to Cinder in her own right.

Cindy starts using alot of pet names for her, calling her Moony and Princess. This embarrasses Luna to no end.

So what happens? Well.

After Luna has once again fallen to the ground while trying inpress Cindy and is kind of laying there defeated. The following conversation happens.

Cindy "you need some help there Moony?"

Luna *blushes* "you know I'm gonna come up with an embarrassing nickname to call you, you know!"

Cindy "really Princess?"

Luna "yes! Uhhhhh Cinderella! Ha!"

Cindy "Cinderella? You think I've not been called that before"

Luna "dam it uh... I've got it! Toffee"

Cindy "Toffee"

Luna "yes, like Cinder toffee, and because you really like sweet foods and-

Cindy "and you could totally eat me?" *smirks*

Luna *without thinking* "yes absolutely"

Silence.

And my friend if you don't get the joke.... Its probably to mature for you. This basically causes Cinder to turn up the flirt on Luna, who is very embarrassed about saying that. To Cindy it has basically been confirmed that Luna wants her, and she's into that.

Luna freaks out *thank you gay panic* and yells "I'M STRAIGHT!" and runs away.

Luna then spends the next two days being consoled by her sister. Meanwhile Cindy asks around to find out if Luna is really straight. It is very quickly confirmed to her that Luna is very much gay and very much into her.

She conforts Luna about this and after Luna attmits that she is gay and is about to confess her crush, Cindy pins her to the wall and kisses her.

Long story short Luna gets to eat her and they go to bed together. And after that they become 'causal' girlfriends. It doesn't take to long for there feelings for eachother to evolve from a physical attraction into real love. But they would never confront their feelings.

Texting eachother till the early hours of the morning? just causal.

Inviting Cindy to family Christmas? just causal.

Laying in eachothers arms in bed, not wanting to get up. Just causal.

Who knows if they will ever confront how they really feel? Maybe some unfortunate life events will force them to.

Fun facts about the couples.

Cindy has a whole bunch of pet names for Luna, after they start dating she most commonly calls her Starlight. But has a whole list more

Crayon loves to buy his wife flowers. He's quite a soft man and I like to think he takes great care in picking out a bunch of flowers. He'll most commonly buy her roses. He also likes to prepare picnics so that they can go out to aus together.

Cindy has a huge sweet tooth. Luna has often tried to bake for her. Lu Lu isn't a very skilled Baker though. But if she presents Cindy with a plate of slightly burnt cupcakes splattered with icing, it will make Cinder's heart melt.

Crayon often has to help Celest get dressed in the mornings. Since the marks commonly appear on her arms and legs. Crayon has taken a very long time to practice how to help her dress without causing pain.

Some mornings, especially after they've had a busy night, Cinder will often steal Luna's shirt. She will wear it around the house. "but babe... That's my shirt"........... "I've got no idea what you're talking about Moony".

Celestial star would be the type to call her husband at work out of nowhere just to remind him that she loves him.

The first time they kissed, Celest got so nervous and excited that she threw up gloop all over him.

Cindy loves to roller skate and would attempt to teach Luna how to. After a long time of Luna falling over into many comprising positions, Cinder simply wraps her arms around her waist and they skate together.

Crayon is a half human-half monster, so he can practice some magic. One thing he likes to do is make little figures of butterflys fly around his wife's hospital room when she has to stay at the hospital. It always makes her day.

[faline-cat444]

Since the Hot Wheels Mario Kart line doesn’t use a color to split the shade of the hands and the steering wheel this is an odd way to remind yourself Rosalina does NOT wear gloves while Peach and Daisy do.Similar to the last two days with the midway-grade plushies I now have confirmation that Rosalina and Daisy are now part of the collection in general.

[perriewinklenerdie]

I’ll be your light (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

Author’s note:  Hello, hello, hello! I've had this one sitting on my PC for at least two weeks, and finally got to posting it. It's fluff. Like, fluff on fluff, literally no plot at all, just fluff.

This fic is part of the Ever since I met you series. If you want to catch up on it, the links are in the Masterlist, and all you need to know about this AU of sorts is that Ethan and Claire met when she was in med school.

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23317561

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Enjoy! <3

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The moment he walked into the hospital that day as the clock striked the sixth hour, he knew that he was in for a long one. Pressure in his skull was beginning to irritate the living light out of him, causing his vision to be blurred around the edges. By the time he managed to dig through a couple of his responsibilities, he had already taken painkillers twice, and it didn’t seem like it would be the last time.

Claire’s path crossed his around noon, and the second her eyes landed on him, she knew something was not right. Their gazes met for a split second, just long enough for him to notice her nodding slightly, a secret signal they came up with to let the other know that they wanted to talk in his office.

His body fell into his office chair with a heavy thud, standing out against the muffled sounds of the life of the hospital on the other side of the door, the never-ending string of words, the endless series of signals. He vaguely noticed the soft sound of door opening and closing, the gentle steps that led to his desk.

Her cool fingers touched his temples, massaging his skin with tender touch, wordlessly giving him what he needed to survive the day. An action so simple that many could dismiss it as unnecessary but welcomed by him with a low hum.

“Did you drink water?” her voice remained nothing more than a whisper, answered only by something awfully close to a whine. “Do you want some tea? Cause I assume you already took painkillers.”

Gathering what was left of his energy, he muttered how much he loved her, how she was a saint. As soundlessly as she could, she placed the mug on his desk and bent down, kissing the top of his head, her breath warm against his skin.

“Actually, I’m your wife. But ‘saint’ works too I guess.”

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Claire’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as she bit her lip to remain absolutely silent. She had to be, she couldn’t so much as say a loud word, but in her head, she was screaming, using just about every profanity she knew, in any language she knew. Ethan was sleeping in the seat next to hers, and she was in the dead center of the worst traffic she has seen in a while. All because some idiot clearly found his driver’s license in a bag of chips and didn’t know the basic rules. They were supposed to be home thirty minutes ago, but instead here they were, and from the way things were at the moment, they would be home in an hour at best.

In her peripheral vision she saw Ethan stirring in his sleep, and once she turned her head to look at him, she noticed how his face twisted at what he saw in his sleep. Her hand found its way to his cheek, careful and mindful of its movement, while her other hand kept the car’s trajectory stable. Sensing her presence near him calmed him down, stilled his movement and he seemed to fall back into the deeper sleep.

They were almost out of traffic when he woke up, confused about where he was or what was happening. She grinned briefly, amused by his behavior almost as much as worried. Tapping her fingers impatiently against the smooth material of the steering wheel, she leaned sideways to see how many more cars they had ahead of them before they could finally get home. Her action caught Ethan’s attention, sparking his interest as he finally began dissecting the situation around them.

“How long have we been in this traffic?”

“Almost two hours now. At first, I thought that it would go quickly, two cars crashed against one another, nothing too serious. But people are dumb, and there were two more crashes as people driving by the first accident didn’t pay attention and caused another one.” she recalled the last two hours of her life, shaking her head in frustration. “It’s good you woke up when you did.”

“Why?”

“Cause I’ve been keeping quiet for so long that if I have to bite it down one more time to keep myself from opening the window and screaming at some asshole to start using their brain if they have one, I’ll lose it.” All on one breath, the words rushed past her lips, leaving her tired and struggling to catch any oxygen for a short moment. He placed his hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly. His thumb traced the line of the column of her neck in an attempt to calm her down.

“Thank you for letting me sleep. I don’t know what’s going on, it should pass soon.” He spoke slowly, keeping his eyes trained on her, allowing him to see her cheeks lift slightly when she smiled. “I mean it. Thank you for taking care of me.”

She glanced at him briefly, her eyes sparkling with affection, running deep within her. He burst out laughing when, as soon as she looked back at the situation on the road ahead of them, she slammed her fist against the steering wheel, cursing.

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“Ethan?” her voice broke through the thick mist of the tangle of his thoughts. He looked up from his spot on the couch, expecting to see her ready for bed, but instead was met with a sight of his wife in her bathrobe. She crossed the room, crouching next to his head, her fingers brushing the stray lock of his hair away from his face. “Come with me.”

“I’d say ‘anywhere’, but if you want to drag me to bed to watch some movie, that will be a ‘no’ for me, Darling.” He muttered, a slyly grinning at her. A sound of air leaving her lungs was loud in the otherwise quiet room. Her hand took his, pulling him up from the couch gently, wrapping her arm around him and guiding him to the bathroom.

The bathtub was filled with hot water, the lights turned off, the room illuminated with a few candles. Ethan turned around, just in time to see Claire let the bathrobe fall to the ground, revealing her naked body underneath. She came closer to him, helping him take his clothes off, and then hugged herself to him, a silent moment of perfect comfort. He inhaled her scent, taking a deep breath, letting the feeling of her next to him calm his senses and relax his muscles.

Without saying a word, they got into the bathtub, sinking into the hot water with a breathless sigh. She sat behind him, his back to her front, her hands washing his body gently. Snaking her arms around his chest, she pulled him back against her, lying down together. Neither knew how long they remained that way, the closeness far too comfortable to leave it behind. After what seemed like eternity, he turned around in her arms, lying down with his head on her chest, holding her as close to him as he possibly could.

She raised her hand out of the water, away from his side, and began running her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. He nuzzled into her even more, like he was afraid to let her get even an inch away from him, as though the thought of her leaving was unbearable to him.

“I really love you.” he muttered under his breath, pressing his lips to the skin of her neck and letting them stay there, breathing deeply.

“I know you do. I love you too.” She hugged him closer, her grip on him stronger, to show him she was there. To express to him that she wasn’t going anywhere. There wasn’t a single thing that could take her away from him. “Are you okay?”

The only answer she got was a nod, barely palpable, and another kiss, much softer, a barely-there touch that sent sparks throughout her body.

They remained submerged in the water until it ran cold, and even then, they didn���t want to move. It was Claire’s decision to move them to bed, to avoid getting sick. She stood up, getting two towels from the shelf, passing one to his extended hand. He wrapped the soft material around her body, drying her tenderly, paying attention to every curve of her body that he loved. She returned the gesture, standing on the tips of her toes to reach his head, patting his face dry, then moving down his chest, and then finally draping the towel over his shoulders, the same way he did for her.

He helped her get into her nightgown and she helped him into his nightwear. The silence spoke volumes, their actions screamed the amount of love they had for each other, and once they finally fell into bed together and got under the covers, their minds were halfway gone, just barely registering what was happening around them. Ethan pulled her closer to him, pressing his lips to her forehead in a warm kiss, smiling the same way she did.

[lunariumarcs]

Dark Angel AU

Adaptation

Light Spinner woke up as the sun rose to light the kingdom. Her toes curled into her feet, stiff from cold. She ran a finger up the frigid bridge of her nose and shivered. A long, pale arm rested heavy across her belly. Her bare skin prickled when she slipped away from the blankets and pillows. Under a weak silencing charm, she dressed herself, grimacing as the fabric grazed the fresh marks across her body.

She stole a glance at the queen on her exit. Her majesty rolled over into a shallow pool of her own saliva. Light Spinner trapped the rage in her stomach and let it go with a gentle stream of air through her nose. The door closed behind her softly. The tiles in the hall froze the bottoms of her feet as she padded out past the guards. Her shoes had to be abandoned by the nightstand. They were too noisy for her stealth mission this morning. 

The guards nodded at her on her way. She nodded back, reeking of sex and sweat and shame and shadows. It was all for the game. Keep her majesty sated and content. Move one space at a time. Wait for the opportunity.

She locked her bedroom door and let her rumpled clothes fall to the floor. The hot water kept her teeth from chattering and cleared the frost bites. She cleaned herself and applied the healing salve to her entire body. Her tooth brush scraped away the after taste of extasy.

She opened the top of the toilet bowl and reached for a book wrapped in waxy leaves and sealed with twine. The thin garden rope slipped away and she gently removed the leaves. The book felt like sin in her hands, dry and restricted. Magic books were rare in the Brightmoon library. The queen horded them away in her chambers under a powerful lock spell. Light Spinner had found this one under one of the old chairs in the library, dusty and forgotten. She cracked it open to a marked section on perception spells. The scriptures and casting diagrams brought her comfort. They were like letters she had once written and forgotten about. Sometimes she whispered the incantations under her breath in the garden, too scared to ignite the magic that the words invited. Before she put the book back in the tank, she brought the open pages to her nose and inhaled deeply.

Nostalgia rushed through her brain, too quick to catch and identify. She inhaled again, wishing the air through her chest down to her toes.

She put the book back in the tank. At least now she had something in a realm of magic and titans and power.

After she dressed, she retreated barefoot to the garden. The sun warmed stones roughed her feet and the grass tickled her ankles. She smiled, finally, when she entered the greenhouse. 

After a few hours, a large cloud roved over the greenhouse. The plants started to shiver. A set of commanding footsteps made their way into the garden. Light Spinner stood at attention to the oncoming queen.

“Good morning, your majesty.” She bowed.

“You left me at dawn.” The Queen remarked.

“Ah my apologies. I wanted -”

“And you left these.” the abandoned shoes were summoned into Angella’s fingers.

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Evidently.”

Angella measured a stare at Light Spinner. The gardener gazed back, wondering if she should speak.

“Are you going to come take them or do I have to hold them forever?”

Light Spinner shook her head and forced several even steps towards her majesty.

“Closer, dear. The bites can’t be that bad.”

The gardener walked until she was in Angella’s personal space. She tried not to breathe too deeply. The Queen bent slightly to reach Light Spinner’s neck. Her breath tickled.

“You smell different.” the queen observed, pulling away, “Like lemon grass and honey.”

Light Spinner felt her heart quicken. Angella put a hand over her chest and smirked dangerously. Light Spinner knew better than to move away.

“I almost didn’t want to give you the shoes.” She whispered, “But we have guests in attendance this afternoon and I didn’t want to argue in front of them. It would bring shame upon your reputation. And I won’t have such a thing in my castle.”

“Of course, your majesty. I would hate to make our guests uncomfortable. May I please have my shoes?”

“Do you promise not to leave them behind again?”

“I... yes. I promise.”

“Good. Break that promise and next time you will swear on your own life.”

“I understand. Thank you for your discipline.” She could not look at her queen.

The queen smiled and trailed her hand up the gardener’s chest until it was tilting her head upwards.

“I appreciate your cooperation.” The queen whispered against bitten, chapped lips. She dropped the shoes as she strode out of the greenhouse. Only when she was fully gone did Light Spinner kneel for her shoes and put them on. She trembled as she cared for the rest of the plants.

“I’m sorry you all had to see that.” She whispered several times through the thickness in her throat. She washed her face with the garden hose and rinsed her mouth several times, pushing the water through the gaps in her teeth.

“I will learn the magic.” She said to a rose bush, “Even if she kills me for it. Will you hold me accountable? Will you help me master the art?”

The rose bush sent her warm feelings. None were emotions of compliance.

“I knew I should have asked the blue bells.”

“Yeah but the blue bells will say yes to anything.” A tiny voice spoke from behind her. The gardener startled away from her plant and wheeled around. A small child sat near a patch of daisies. She had strawberry blond hair, freckles and an adorable gap in her smile. She wore a traditional Plumerian green dress, woven from silk and chiffon. A lily blossom wove a crown into her hair.

“Good morning, your majesty. Enjoying the gardens?” She was not aware that Angella’s favoured guests would be royalty from Plumeria.

“Mhm. The plants say you’re the nicest person in the castle. Certainly nicer than that frozen witch, Queen Angella.”

“The queen can be a bit cold... but that’s not a reason to call her mean things.”

“I dunno, you just got done saying that she might kill you. And the merrigolds tell me that she’s real mean when you’re with her.”

“.... How old are you?”

“Probably like ten.”

“You mean you aren’t sure?”

“I’m giving a rough conversion from Plumeria’s unit of time.”

“Ah.”

“You have plant magic too, right? That’s why you talk to them?”

“I don’t have any magic - not since a tragic accident that left me badly injured.”

“Ok. And I’m not a Princess of Plumeria.” A large root emerged from the ground to carry her over to the gardener. She lay on her stomach across the barky surface. “But lets say that I am a Princess of Plumeria and that in this universe, you have magic.”

“... Ok. What then? What sorts of powers do I have?”

“You can make the plants bigger, make ‘em smaller. But its not a matter of forcing their size, its a matter of speeding up their biological stuff - make them absorb sunlight faster and convert it into adenda - aden - adenanine tri-phos-phate -”

“I think you mean Adenosine Triphosphate.”

“Yeah - this stupid science stuff is always dumb and complicated. But! It does come with cool powers. There are always positives to anything. After a while, you can just do it, without thinking of the complicated science speak.”

“That is very helpful, thank you.”

“I can send you some books! We can do botany together! Oh! I can teach you!”

Light Spinner smoothed the girl’s hair, “That sounds lovely. But you must remember that I don’t actually have magic and that you really are a Princess of Plumeria.”

She nearly argued with the gardener, when she realized the meaning hidden in her words.

“Oh, its a secret.” She whispered.

“Its a secret.”

“Cool. I’ve never had to keep a secret before! We never really keep secrets in Plumeria - my parents say it messes with the trust of the community or something. But don’t worry - I’ll keep it as safe as I can.”

“Thank you. Why don’t you go find your parents before they get worried?”

“Yeah, okay. Bye!” She skipped out of the greenhouse and the root replaced itself as she left. 

- this is unedited so rip if there are grammar. ill comeback to edit.

[remys-lucky-franc]

Christmas Eve in Paris - A Queen of Thieves Fic: Remy x MC (Daisy)

Rating: Utter fluff. I mean it. Like the fluffiest of fluff.

Word Count: ~1500

Writer Notes: My 2nd fic for the Lovestruck fandom - please be kind 💜 and if you read (thank you!) and do enjoy it, I’d love to hear what you thought!

Tag List: I don’t have one yet, but if you’d like to be on it when I do, please let me know! @wrath-gutierrez

Image credit - Washington Post

“Wake up, wake up, ma Cherie!”

Bright light pours through the drapes on the tall sash windows of the Paris penthouse, almost turning Remy into a silhouette as he learns up on one elbow. The glow filling the bedroom is strangely still as his soft laughter drags Daisy from her sleep.

“Come on, sleepy...”

She smiles drowsily, mumbling ‘Merry Christmas Eve’ as Remy leans across, smoothing her hair and dotting soft kisses along her neck towards her ear, whispering,

“Il fait neige... You don’t want to miss Paris in the snow, do you?”

Suddenly her dark eyes open wide,

“It’s snowing?!”

Remy shakes his head jovially in disbelief,

“You haven’t heard the traffic this morning?? They’re stuck and blasting horns and yelling at each other... Just like New York!”

Daisy looks dazed, clearly not having registered there was any ongoing commotion... She moves to sit up, leaning on her forearms,

“When did it start?”

Remy shrugs,

“Two o’clock, maybe three? Enough time to make it look like a Christmas card outside.”

Daisy runs her fingers through Remy’s shiny hair, pressing a kiss to his lips as she slips from under the duvet, crossing the room to look out down the street storeys down. Sure enough, there is a traffic jam below: cars have lost traction on the powdery surface, causing owners to abandon them in the worst of places. She smiles as looks out across the city, big flakes still tumbling from the sky, sparkling as they land on the window boxes outside. She feels the warmth of Remy’s body as he steps behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her, breathing in the scent of her hair. Relaxing into his touch, Daisy sighs,

“I have never seen anything more beautiful.”

Remy tucks her long, dark hair behind her ear as her murmurs,

“I have.”

Daisy crinkles her nose as she twists in his arms, turning to face him, teasing him,

“Always so smooth...”

Remy smirks as he pulls her into a kiss, revelling in the touch of her hand on his cheek. Moments later as he pulls back, his green eyes fixed on hers, he asks,

“Of course, you want to see Paris in the snow?”

Daisy nods excitedly, clasping Remy’s hand in hers,

“Yes!! I don’t know what I want to see first though?! Everything will look so different in the snow?!”

Remy laughs,

“Absolutement... We have the day. Don’t worry, ma reveuse.”

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As soon as they step outside, Daisy squeals and twirls around in the snow like the princess from Frozen while Remy watches on, delighted. Their first stop is the patisserie on the corner near the penthouse. Breakfast secured, hand in hand, they stroll to the metro. Remy skips them through the gates without paying, much to Daisy’s amusement, the tube taking only moments to arrive. Stepping aboard, they jostle with tourists, last-minute shoppers and business-folk making their way across the city. When they reach their stop, Remy holds Daisy’s hand tightly, heading towards the exit. Recognising the stop, she grins,

“Anvers? Are we going to Monmartre?”

Remy shakes his head,

“Sacre Coeur...”

Daisy’s eyes light up as she follows him uphill in the snow, barely able to tear her eyes away from the beautiful church poised at the top. She’s seen it before of course, but it looks so different today; the gargoyles and statues of saints peaking out from underneath a blanket of snow, the glow of the kaleidoscope stained-glass windows radiating against the stark white masonry and the blank sky. As they stop to admire it, Daisy chatters about how stunning it looks, until Remy holds one finger up to his lips, silencing her,

“Listen?”

A smile tugs at the corner of Daisy’s mouth as she hears Christmas carols echo from the basilica,

“Remy! My abuela used to take me to Christmas service!“

Remy smiles gently back at Daisy, a sweet blush colouring his pale cheeks, his voice almost bashful,

“You would light a candle for your abuelo together, I remembered.”

Daisy’s jaw falls open as she stares at Remy,

“I... You remembered...”

Feeling like her heart might burst she wraps her arms around him, her head resting against his chest. How she loves when his suave demeanour is pared back, showing his kindness and vulnerability. She loves those those little moments where he exposes himself like that; those little moments that others rarely witness.

Brushing some lingering snowflakes out of Daisy’s dark hair, Remy murmurs,

“Do you want to go inside?”

Daisy nods before they slip silently into the end pews at the very back, careful not to disturb the worshippers. The atmosphere inside is peaceful and almost overwhelming; the way the choir music carries upwards into the high domed ceilings, the clarity of the sound, the scent of burning candles and flowers around the aisles... Gold leaf and intricate mosaics adorn the walls and ceilings, the opulence of the decor quite breathtaking. After listening and absorbing it all for a short while, Remy slips a donation into the box as Daisy lights her candle, silently squeezing her small hand in his as she finishes.

Heading back outside Remy frowns watching Daisy shiver, despite her coat and scarf,

“You’re cold, ma Cherie. I know what will warm you up...”

Daisy quirks an eyebrow at her lover,

“Tempting, but we might freeze to death...”

Remy tugs her hand, leading her back towards the Metro station,

“No no no! This way!”

Daisy giggles as she almost has to run to keep pace with Remy,

“Where are we going?!”

Remy looks at her and winks,

“You’ll see!”

Remy once again skips the gate in the metro, winking at Daisy, and a few stops later they arrive at Concorde. Daisy squints up at the sky, flakes smaller now, but still falling and the air bitterly cold, commenting,

“There’s nothing here that’s going to warm anyone up?”

Remy wraps one arm around her waist as he directs her, theatrically sighing,

“Oh well... Your Remy has it wrong...”

A few hundred yards and Daisy begins to grin as she spots it, the Parisian Christmas markets: little wooden stalls dotted from the Place de la Concorde the whole way to the crossroads at the Champs Elysees, every one covered in twinkling Christmas lights. Inhaling deeply she closes her eyes and leans in closer to Remy,

“There really isn’t anywhere in the world more beautiful than Paris.”

Remy simply shrugs like he knew this all along and there is no great surprise,

“There are a lot of tourists, but the food is wonderful and I thought you’d like to have some hot chocolate...?”

Daisy nods her head enthusiastically, confirming his intuition...

For the next couple of hours, the couple stroll around, sampling mulled wine, cheese, confectionary, Daisy oohing at every stall they come to, snapping a couple of selfies of them by the Ferris wheel. Remy’s eyes dance as he watches how much Daisy enjoys the market and the festive spirit. The irony is not lost on him: the girl who stole his heart, together with him in the city of love. The snow has stopped for the most part, only an occasional few flakes still landing, but daylight is practically gone now. The city is seeping into an inky darkness, the streets remain covered in snow, an eerie stillness due to the lack of traffic on the roads.

Remy pulls Daisy to him, his voice sincere,

“I know you love the Tower. And I thought maybe we would go there, but it’s closed to visitors because of the ice. It’s very dangerous...”

Daisy’s eyes widen as she listens,

“Are we going anyway??”

Remy shakes his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes,

“No, I have something better!”

He leads Daisy the whole way up the Avenue of the Champs Elysee under a canopy of the most spectacular and stylish Christmas lights she has ever seen, right to the top. Daisy eyes him strangely when they stop in the imposing shadow of the Arc de Triomphe.

Remy ushers Daisy down a flight of stairs and through a tunnel as she questions where they are going. Remy grins,

“Ma Cherie, we’re climbing the Arc de Triomphe... And when we reach the top, you will see why!”

Many flights of stairs and burning muscles later, Daisy understands exactly why they are at the top of the Arc de Triomphe: when you climb the Eiffel Tower, you can’t see the Eiffel Tower. She and Remy stand wrapped in one another’s embrace as the clock reaches the hour and for the next five minutes, the Tower lights up like the Fourth of July; a million twinkling lights set off simultaneously, making the iron structure look magical and mystical, glittering against the night sky.

Remy choses the moment the twinkling stops to produce a paper bag from inside his coat,

“For you, mon coeur.”

Daisy stares, slightly bewildered, as she unfurls the wrapping material,

“What is it...??”

Her entire face lights up as she reveals a wooden heart tree decoration, with their names and the year etched into it...

Remy’s smile is carefree and blissfully happy as he explains,

“While you waited for hot chocolate, I doubled back... I thought we should have something to remember our first Christmas by... Je t’aime, Daisy...”

Daisy clasps the heart to her own as she beams at Remy; she can’t imagine a more perfect reminder of the first Christmas she would spend with the man of her dreams - in Paris and in love. She kisses him tenderly as she whispers back to him,

“Je t’aime, Remy.”

[lovemesomesurveys]

when’s the last time you ate a pickle? It’s been a few years since I’ve actually eaten one, but I like to have one on the side sometimes with my sandwich cause I like to squeeze out the juice and dip my sandwich in it. It’s quite delicious. what’s that you’re listening to? An ASMR video. was the last thing you drank a coke or pepsi product? Nope. how many times is your cartilage pierced in your ears? I only have my earlobes pierced.  what are your pets names? Princess Leia.

do you need to take a smoke break right now? I don’t smoke. have you ever had a pet bird? Nope. honestly, do you think that you’re going to be an overprotective parent? I don’t plan on being a parent at all. what was the last kind of chips you ate? Probably Doritos. It’s been awhile. tell me the birthdates of everyone in your top friends. would you rather have ice cream, freeze pops, or popsicles in the summer? I like freeze pops, or Otter Pops as I call ‘em. It’s been a few years since I’ve had those or any ice cream, though. what kind of relationship do you have with the last person you kissed? We’re not on bad terms or anything, but we’re not friends either. We drifted apart. We do have each other on Facebook and Instagram, though. I’ll “like” some of the things he posts sometimes and he’ll like some of the things I post sometimes, but that’s the extent of it now. have you ever told a stranger that their barn door was open? No. what color are your toenails right now? They’re not.  when was the last time you clipped your nails? I pick/clip at my nails and the skin around them quite often. Like, a few times throughout the day. I don’t know what’s left to pick/clip at, but I do it a lot. :/ does your mouse have a wheel to scroll with? I have a track pad that’s built into the laptop. what is your biggest accomplishment in life? Blah. click on a myspace bulletin and scroll to the main bottom - what’s it say? what is one thing that you really wish you could understand, but don’t? Myself, really. I don’t know why I can’t get it together. Why I put off certain things. Why I don’t take care of myself very well. The list goes on.  what were your grades on the last report card you recieved? I got all As my last semester. what temperature do you like to keep your room at? I don’t know the temp, but I like to keep it cool. I’ve had 3 fans going all summer and even now as well because it’s still warm here. It’s starting to cool down and it feels nice at night and in the morning, but it’s still warm during the day. Still need my fans all day and we’re getting into mid October. Sigh. what’s your favorite department in lowes? I don’t go to Lowes often. Actually, last December was the first time in I don’t even know how long.  what is the brightest object you can see by just looking around the room? My lamp is bright. have you ever been tutored or tutored someone yourself? I’ve been tutored.  would you rather wear necklaces, bracelets, rings, or earrings? Bracelets. pretty, bright, fake jewelry or boring, plain, real jewelry? I used to be really into accessories and I’d wear a lot of stuff from Claire’s and Hot Topic. I liked to matching my accessories with my outfits. It was cute, but inexpensive stuff so I was able to get a lot of it. Of course, real jewelry is beautiful and I like that as well. I have some plain piece and some with stones. I don’t wear jewelry anymore for some reason, though. Well, except for recently when I started wearing beaded bracelets. I don’t know why I stopped. where did you recieve your last receipt from? Walmart. what was the last thing you said outloud (singing doesn’t count)? “It’s warm in here.” is everything you have on actually yours? Yes. when was the last time you wore a band-aid and why? A few weeks ago cause I got a cut on one of my fingers. do you like ketchup or mustard better with your corn dogs? I mix them together. do you ever just randomly drive around when you’re upset about something? I don’t drive. you look at the clock and it’s 4:44 PM, what do you do? Uh, nothing? What’s significant about that time? a trip to california, the bahamas, new york, wisconsin, utah, or canada? I’d love to visit the Bahamas, New York, and Canada.  what would you do if you discovered that you had a 7 year old kid? Well that’s impossible, so. I’m pretty sure I would know if I did, though. moon sand or play doh? Playdoh.  what was the last act of creativity you displayed? I made a few beaded bracelets recently. I don’t think that’s all that creative; though, but *shrug* do you like the way your hair looks right now? Ugh, no. do you ever find yourself just writing/typing out your feelings? That’s exactly what I do in these surveys. if so, does that make you feel better? It’s nice to have a place I can just ramble and vent. who’s house were you at last, besides your own? My aunt’s. any big plans for this summer? Summer is overrrrrrr. :D are you missing school yet? I don’t miss it. play guitar, drums, keytar, xbox, sims, sing, or take a dance class? Play The Sims, ha. what’s your favorite department in wal-mart? Apart from the food, I like looking at the decorations during Halloween and Christmastime. I used to like looking in the makeup department a lot, but I don’t wear makeup much anymore. have/would you ever run track? No. do you honestly believe that someone will waste their time reading this? Some people like reading other people’s survey answers. I do.  do you like your teeth? No. the last male that you texted just confessed his undying love for you do you still speak to him? Uh, that’s my younger brother... are you in a hurry to grow up? I was never in a hurry to grow up. I wasn’t the kid who couldn’t wait to be an adult. Even at 30 I’m still not ready, but time keeps going whether you’re ready or not. who was the last person you were in a vehicle with other than family? I haven’t been in a car with anyone other than my family in years. does piano music tend to calm you down? I don’t use that as a way to calm down, but I suppose it probably would help at least a little. It is nice to listen to. do a 180, then turn back around and tell me what you saw. Nah. do you actually pay attention to the lyrics in a song before you add it? Sometimes, but usually it’s just if I like how it sounds. Then I’ll listen to it closer.  how many people can you think of that you know named christopher? One. how far away are the people you miss most? 3 of them passed away. I don’t know where the other is. what’s something you need to get done soon? I’ve been needing to do a lot of things for a long time. what is the most repulsing smell you can ever recalling catching a whiff of? Public restrooms can smell pretty rank sometimes. :X your best friend tells you they’re moving. believe it or think it’s a joke? Uh, I’d sure hope my mom would be joking if she said that. I’d be like, “So, we’re moving?” who’s pool did you last swim in? It was a friend’s boyfriend’s pool. is your best friend awake right now? Yes. are any of your friends or family members out of town right now? Not anyone in my immediate family. I don’t know where every single person in my extended family is, I have a large family. your grandparents just died in a plane crash, what are you doing? I’d be devastated to say the least. what website did you last visit (and no, myspace doesn’t count on this one) Well that’s good cause it wasn’t Myspace. Haven’t been there in over 10 years. Anyway, apart from this one it was Google.  if i came to your house, could i find any kind of chocolate? There’s brownies. There may be chocolate ice cream bars, too. do your parents allow smoking in your house? Nope.  does everyone in your top friends really deserve to be in that place? what size bed do you have? Full. would you rather frolic through a field of daisies, sunflowers, or daffodils? “Tiptoe through the tulips...” lol. do you remember the last time that you colored a picture and what did you draw? I don’t draw, but I like color. I last colored something earlier this year. last person you left a voicemail for? I don’t like voicemails. what is the last thing you charged? My phone. who was the last person to upload a picture with you in it? My aunt. have you ever held a snake? Nooooooooooo. what did you last use tape for? I don’t remember.  what was your score last time you bowled? I don’t remember. The last time I went bowling was several years ago. do you remember your cubby hole number from kindergarten? No. Actually, I’m not completely sure they even had numbers... I feel like they had our names. Awwww that made me so nostalgic and kinda sad. I miss those days. :( do you like peas? No. is your current status update and mood accurate on what you’re doing? I haven’t posted a status on Facebook in a long time. describe to me the nearest stuffed animal to you. There’s 3 on my bed: a small dog squishmallow, which is a super soft and squishy stuffed animal, a big giraffe squishmallow, and a regular giraffe stuffed animal.  what is the last cd that you listened to in a vehicle? I don’t remember, it’s been years. do you ever wear sleep masks when you sleep or shower caps when you shower? No. I kinda want to get a cooling eye mask, though. what would you like to drink right now? I’m good with my Starbucks Doubleshot. zebrah print, cheetah print, cow print, polka dots, or stripes? Polka dots or stripes. could you tell me exactly what pets everyone in your tops friends have? when is the last time you ate pudding or yogurt? Several years ago, not a big fan of either one. do you like raisins? Yeah. do you tend to drink lemonade often? Nope. It’s been years since I’ve had lemonade.  would you rather go to a beach, and amusement park, or a water park? Beach or Disneyland/World if I got to pick the amusement park.

[nerianasims]

Widespot songs

Blame @penig for this long post -- she gave me the idea. The teenage ones are sometimes sort of spoilerish. I’ve skipped quite a few, mostly because I got tired and couldn’t think of more, but sometimes because the ones I thought of were highly spoileriffic.

Skye Weiss -- I Ran (Flock of Seagulls)

Christie Weiss -- Technicolor Beat (Oh Wonder)

Penny Weiss -- Pirate King (Gilbert and Sullivan)

Woody Weiss -- Always (Erasure)

Sage Weiss -- Science is Real (They Might Be Giants)

Homer Land -- Make Someone Happy (Jimmy Durante)

Beulah Land -- Natural Woman (Aretha Franklin)

Mary Land -- When Will My Life Begin (Mandy Moore in Tangled)

Dixie Land -- Almost There (Anika Noni Rose in Princess and the Frog)

Scot Land -- Say Hey (Michael Franti and Spearhead)

River Land -- Love Will Find A Way (Michael Franti and Spearhead)

Delta Land -- My Girl (The Temptations)

Ginger Newson -- Juste Quelqu’un de Bien (Enzo)

Gabriella Newson -- The Calling (TheFatRat)

Rich Mann -- Liar (Henry Rollins)

Lana Mann -- Who’s Sorry Now (Connie Francis)

Alan (Junior) Mann --  Hope the High Road (Jason Isbell)

Hart Land -- Give It Away (Red Hot Chili Peppers)

Valentine Hart -- Magic Man (Heart)

Candy Hart -- You Don’t Own Me (Lesley Gore)

Rhett Hart -- What You Need (INXS)

Goldie Hart -- True Colors (Cyndi Lauper)

Meta Taylor -- When You Wish Upon a Star

Greta Hart -- Nothing Is Too Wonderful To Be True (Dirty Rotten Scoundrels musical)

Daytona Beech -- Strong Women’s Song (the Anishinabe kwewag and Zhoganosh kwewag who were in solitary confinement in the Prison For Women in Kingston, Ontario during the 1970s)

Hamilton Beech -- My Life (Billy Joel)

Sandy Beech -- A Mistake (Fiona Apple)

Virginia Beech -- With A Little Help From My Friends (The Beatles)

Rocky Beech -- Eye of the Tiger (Survivor)

Sunny Beech -- Tougher Than the Rest (Bruce Springsteen)

Zora Starr -- Part of Your World (Little Mermaid)

Ida Juana Knowe -- Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (Cyndi Lauper)

Hugh Knowe -- Tupelo Honey (Cassandra Wilson)

Andy Bellum -- Human Touch (Bruce Springsteen)

Helen Wheels -- Mayflowers (Ashley Monroe)

Wylde Flowers -- Love Shack (The B-52s)

May Flowers -- Strange Meadow Lark (Dave Brubeck Quartet)

Star Flowers -- Love Out of Lust (Lykke Li)

JoAnn Gutenberg -- Crazy On You (Heart)

Dot Matrix -- I Feel A Sin Comin’ On (Pistol Annies)

Daisy Wheels -- Fame (David Bowie)