#issy makes something

[albon-no]

@f1gc may x @yuki-tsunodas

[julnites]

We'll get through this, one step at a time 🌱

[dravidious]

Finally got around to making some rares for my modified-themed custom MTG set!

Also reworked a common (Eelskin Veil was originally just a reprint of Shore Up) and added flavor text to Forge Spirit and Temple Spirit. If you're wondering about the names of the legendaries, I used a random name generator because I don't like making up proper nouns. That also gave me the name "Jojo" for the enchantment faction's god, so that alone makes it the objectively correct decision.

[p1astr81]

second dad zone is so cute omg, i love it. can you write the reader's reaction when oscar tells her what isla said? and isla calls him dad again in front of her. thanks queen <3

OOOOOH OSCAR PIASTRI POLEEEEEE

I started tearing up writing this idk why

It was nearing six in the afternoon when you finally got home. You felt bad. You told Oscar it would just be a few hours. It was never meant to take that long.

You walked in the door to see Oscar with his phone in his hand, standing facing the empty hallway. He smiled when he saw you, greeting you with a small, “hey baby,” and a peck to your cheek. You immediately started apologizing for the tardiness, for not following up, for taking up his weekend off.

He quickly dismissed your apologies. “It’s alright. I had fun with her today.” He smiled. “And I think she called me dad?”

You furrowed your brows. “Think?”

“Yeah, she said ‘you’re such a good dad,’ while we were watching tv.” his eyes shined with optimism.

But yours flickered with hesitation. “Aw.” You cooed, but he could tell something was off.

“What is it?” He questioned, taking a glance down the hallway.

You bit your cheek. “Life is unpredictable.” You said after a moments silence. “I don’t want her to get attached and then I have to take another father figure away from her.” You shook your head. “Not that I’m anticipating for us to break up, because believe me that’s the last thing I want, but you know.” You paused. “Anything can happen.”

He understood. He always did. And he always knew how to ease your worries. “Then I guess I’ll just have to marry you to make it harder for us to break up.” He chuckled, forgetting everything else as he leaned over to kiss you.

A screech pulled you apart. “Mumma!” Isla cheered, sprinting down the hall in one of her princess dresses. She clung onto your leg, and you hoisted her into your arms.

“Lando told me you guys weren’t just friends! I knew he was right!” She declared, eyes darting between the two of you as if daring you to deny her claims.

Oscar chuckled, speaking before you got the chance. “You caught us, Issy bug.”

“What are you all dressed up for, love?” You changed the topic.

“Oscar and I played dress up!”

“It was more of a fashion show.” He shrugged.

The next time he dropped by was over a week later.

You were with isla in the playroom, playing with Barbie’s when he called out. She jumped up, little legs rushing behind you as you made your way to the entryway to greet him.

Just before you reached him, isla pushed you out of the way. She tried her best to wrap her arms around his legs. He picked her up while giggles spilled from her lips. “How have my girls been?” He asked, kissing Isla’s head and then your cheek.

“I’ve-“

“Daddy can we go to the park?!” Isla interrupted, big eyes full of hope looking up at him.

Your lips curved in a pout, tears welling in your eyes.

Isla noticed because of course she did. She frowned. “Mummy what’s wrong?”

You shook your head quickly. “Nothing, baby. I think the park sounds nice.” You smiled and chuckled. Isla giggled hearing that, clapping her hands together.

In the car, you occupied her with some toys.

“She called you daddy.” You recalled in hushed tones like you couldn’t believe it.

He glanced at you, a small smile warming his lips. “Is that alright?”

You nodded. “If it’s alright with you.”

In response, he took your hand in his and kissed the back of your hand.

“Lando said you’re going to get married. What does that mean?”

Oscar had to keep his laughter to himself. “It means you and mummy get to dress like real princesses.” He told her, looking at her in the rear view mirror. He watched as her eyes lit up.

“Are you getting married soon?” She gasped.

Your face burned, and you hid behind your hand. “I think so, honey.” Oscar replied, squeezing your hand.

The back seat erupted in screeching cheers.

“We’ve gotta keep him away from her before he tells her something really bad.”

You had your worries going into this, especially when Oscar first told you isla called him ‘dad’. But as you watched him play hide and seek with her on the playground, you knew everything would be just fine.

[lilghostiequinni]

Size Difference

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Short!female reader (3rdPerson) x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy

Summary: Lando's girlfriend is short. She even makes him look huge.

Requested: NO / yes

Lando's girlfriend stood at 4 foot 11 inches or 1.49 meters, about 7 inches shorter than Lando.

Even in a pair of heels, she was still shorter than Lando.

Lando loved his girlfriend entirely and wholeheartedly. Her height was an added bonus in his eyes.

While she mostly didn't like how short she was, having not grown since she was about 14 years old, Lando never made her feel short.

She loved the height difference between the two, even if she hated her height most days.

Lando also loved the height difference between them; it allowed him to just come up behind her and pick her up just to hold her.

She didn't like it when he did that; it scared her sometimes because she didn't know he was there, but she also loved it.

She loved the domestic times with Lando in their apartment when she would be cooking in there, reading her kitchen, making dinner or something, and Lando would just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist.

Just leaning into you, his chin on the top of her head, arms around her waist, holding her close as she rubs one hand on his arms while she cooks, leaning back into her.

She loved her domestic life with Lando.

She didn't need to want anything in her life. Lando was all she ever wanted, he was her saving grace, the thing that made the world go around

He was is the love of her life.

Her the love of his.

No matter how small she is, he loves her for everything that she is, and he couldn't live without her.

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[bellarkeselection]

Hey could you write for Daemon targaryen like while he's being haunted in harnehal he finds his comfort in a prisoner and falls in love with her targaryen type of love and obsession and he married her like his second wife something he listens to her obeys her admires her while he fights war for rahaenya right guess she isn't happy with their marriage but have to accept as he's crucial for her but later on when they're leading she asks him her head so they both escaped with caraxes alive to anywhere you want

His Compass of Harrenhal

Tag list - @only4thefics @superintenseart @universallyrascaldreamercookie

This request will have a couple of parts to it so enjoy and if you want to be added send that below in the comments 😊

I could hear footsteps slowly coming through the castle that I was forced to be a prisoner in. Not physically but mentally inside my mind for years and years to come. Sneaking through the hallway near the kitchen I raised my sword until I jumped around the corner feeling the cold tip of a sword against my throat. “Show yourself you ghost!”

“Not before you reveal yourself first!” I heard a deep man’s voice shifting my gaze up to meet his purple eyes that could only belong to a Targaryen.

I gulped slightly nervous that I must still be having another nightmare. “What is your name, ghost?”

“I’m no ghost, strange woman. I am Daemon Targaryen. The future king of the Seven Kingdoms. Now who the hell are you!” He growled under his breath glaring his eyes deadly in my direction.

The tip of my sword was pointed up against the fabric of his tunic shirt while he had his sword end up against my throat. Both of us never lowered our weapons while we spoke to one another. “My name is Y/n, Y/n Tully. I was wed to the late lord of this castle until I started hearing and seeing things that didn’t make sense. I’ve been attempting to escape ever since he called me a witch.”

“He’s named you a prisoner then?” Daemon raised a brow at me.

Shaking my head, I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. “I’m not quite sure anymore. I haven’t been able to trust my own mind to tell me what is real and what is fake for far too many years. Why are you here, if you’re truly here.”

“Have you known any of these ghosts you see to ever have a sword pressing against your throat.” He questioned me.

I replied, beginning to lower my blade off of his chest. “I can’t say that they ever have.”

“Then we may not be alone in whatever is going on inside this dreadful castle.” He placed his sword back in his belt, walking into the kitchen and I followed him knowing it was probably a better option then going back alone to my old chamber room. I couldn’t stand the idea of being a prisoner here anymore than I already had because I feared I wouldn’t make it through another night on my own. Not without Daemon by my side.

I wasn’t sure how long I had been staring into the burning flames of one of the candles I was holding in one hand and my sword tightly clenched in the other. The rain hadn’t stopped at all during the day and I didn’t believe it was going to stop throughout the night either. Hearing footsteps coming into the chambers I scrambled to my feet I spun around aiming my blade towards the shut window until someone put their hand over my mouth causing me to go into fight or flight mode. “Get your fucking hands off of me - gah!” I screamed attempting to cut the ghost with my blade.

“Gīda ilagon. Gīda ilagon, issa klios ābrazȳrys ( Calm down. Calm down, my fish wife ).” I sucked in a breath feeling the tension in my body beginning to fade recognizing the voice that spoke in my ear.

Closing my eyes I paused lowering my sword asking him a question. “Issi ao se vala nyke call issa zaldrīzes dārys? ( Are you the man I call my dragon king? ).”

Daemon’s voice whispered in my ear, hot breath framing on the side of my neck. “Kessa, issa byka ābrazȳrys ( Yes, my little wife ).”

“Daemon!” I squealed out in such a relief flinging my arms around his neck letting my sword clank to the floor without a care in the world knowing that he wasn’t in fact another ghost attempting to haunt my mind night after night.

He wrapped his arms around my waist clinging onto me like he needed me to physically breathe. He buried his nose into my hair barely letting some tears be shed from his eyes. “Y/n.”

Unaware of how long we had been there together we had come up with our own secret code system that we made sure no one else knew except for the two of us and us alone. He was fluent in high valyrian and very few people who weren’t a part of the Targaryen family could speak it. So he would teach me every chance he could when he wasn’t trying to raise an army for his queen and former wife Rhaenyra.

“Touch me, Daemon.” I muttered under my breath barely pulling away from his embrace. Needing just a tiny bit more proof that it was truly him.

He moved his hands up to cradle the sides of my face in his own hands , crashing his lips down onto mine in a very deep kiss leaving me breathless when he broke it. “I’m here, Y/n. Your dragon husband is right in front of you.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck I drew him in for another long kiss. He threaded one of his hands into my hair drawing out a moan from me. We remained attached to one another making our way back to the bed where I collapsed onto my back with him hovering above me.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I went to kiss him but a loud knock came from the other side of the door. “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me.”

“I’ll go tell the asshole to leave.” Daemon got up from the bed, flinging the door opened seeing the caretaker of Harrenhal. “What the hell do you want this late hour!”

The man extended his hand holding out a letter. “A letter from Dragonstone, my king.”

“Who’s it from?” I asked him sliding down off the bed walking over to him, taking it from his hands and tearing it open. I began reading it aloud since Daemon seemed to be in no mood for any company tonight except for me. “Dear Daemon, I have been wondering how the search for men for my army is going. It’s been quite a while since I’ve heard anything from you so this is me asking for an answer. I need more men to secure my throne and my birthright. Keep your word and loyalty to your queen and wife , Rhaenyra Targaryen.”

“You’re first wife. She’s the one the late king Viserys named his rightful heir right?” I asked him sitting the letter down on the nearest table.

Daemon lowered his purple eyes to meet my gaze. “She’s actually my second wife. My first died on her horse, then her until the night I met you in this castle. I need to give her an army to help her take the throne back.”

“You’ll need the support of the Riverlords. House Tully controls how loyal they are. I can speak to Lord Grover for you.” I draped my arms over his neck and he put his hands on my hips bringing me closer to his body.

Daemon smiled widely down at me, kissing me deeply a second time not caring the lord was here. “Brilliant and beautiful I certainly won with you Lady Y/n Tully.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[leeril]

Routine

Tobias Rogers x reader

Short and sweet, not proofread

Banner credit- @cafekitsune

Her schedule was ingrained in my mind, from how long it took her to brush her teeth in the morning, to the late night cram sessions in the library. I knew she woke up extra early every Wednesday before class, the exact bus route she took just to miss the early morning traffic on her way back from the gym. I had her days down to the minute.

I could always tell the exact mood she was in from the small pin in her hair, each colour a different emotion. A small gateway into her mind.

I had her coffee order memorised like I was the barista who worked the till from 08:12 to 08:17. I knew the exact amount of syrup pumps, whether she wanted it iced or hot, or when she had that yellow pin in her hair- with extra sweet foam.

She was perfect, truly. She was perfect for me.

So why did she have to go and ruin our routine? Why did you ruin it?

Did I not pay you enough attention? I even stood closer to you in the grocery store. Slightly too close in the parking lot. But I was there wasn’t I? You knew I was.

It started with those extra 5 minutes while you were in bed. That wasn’t part of the schedule. You were running into your sleep. Was it him you were texting? Or something else? The once gorgeous and open smile you held, was now tainted. Did you direct it at him? Did he make you smile?

My favourite times together were always the ones where it felt like you saw me. Really saw me. Not just the dark shadow in the corner of your yard.

You needed me. It was so much easier to love you, cause I knew, I knew you needed me. Did you need him?

Those extra 5 minutes really were the turning point for us, weren’t they? After that you changed even more.

How dare you coil around my bleeding heart, squeezing and squeezing. And fucking squeezing. Till the last drop painted your perfect lips. My hand can still feel the wetness. Was it my blood that night? Was it yours? Did we meld together? Did you taste how sweet you really fucking were? Was mine copper? Was it bitter? Did you feel the love?

Those late night cram sessions quickly just became an excuse to sit on your phone, laptop idly staring at you, screen completely black. It gave me the perfect chance to observe you. I’m sure you didn’t see me- you were too busy of course. Still on that goddamn phone. Our reflections looked so perfect together, if only you had just lifted your head.

I remember the first night vividly, your pink pin in your hair, that yellow worn out cardigan on your shoulders, preparing for an English literature exam. But you just couldn’t keep your eyes on your notes, could you? Every few minutes, your eyes, your wandering eyes, they kept drifting to your phone. Was it his notification you were hoping for?

You really made me sick that night.

I forgive you now. It’s in the past after all. I know you won’t do it again. You’re perfect.

Thursday was always our day. The late lie in bed. The slow pace of you reaching for your phone, laughing at whatever was on it. It was your friends, right? Katie and issy? Your face entirely relaxed, hair slightly messy, curtain open just enough for me to savour how the sun shined against your skin. French toast with an excessive amount of powdered sugar, a cup of earl grey with honey, if it was raining- chai.

He doesn’t bring you flowers you know. I do. Amaranthus, daisies and anemones. They make a beautiful bouquet. I’m sure you think so too. I deliver them on our day. Do you like them? Do you see how much I still care?

You always did have a floral scent. The smell of rot doesn’t suit you. But I still bear it. Because I love you.

I loved the sound of your laughter, how it always seemed to cling to my skin. You had a way of filling any uncomfortable silence with ease. Are you laughing now?

I remember the last look you gave me. There was no fear. No surprise. It was like you anticipated this all along. Like you carefully shifted the routine to fit me in. Made all the correct advances for weeks just to feel the cold blades imbed your bones. You didn’t fight it. You didn’t scream. You just looked at me with that innocent smile. Those knowing eyes. And they told me all I needed. You loved me too.

Now as you lay there a few feet away from me, smell disguised by the flowers, I’m telling you about my day. You’re finally there to listen. The game of cat and mouse is finally over. Do you forgive me too?

[captain-hawks]

Dee I cant think about Dom roomate Issie. What does it take for him to snap and what does he do?

"make me."

for all that you've been cheekily running your mouth to drive matsukawa up a wall the past few weeks, all it takes are two words to finally clip his ironclad restraint to the quick.

six short letters oozing with all the bratty attitude you've conveniently left out while teasing him with your overenthusiastic obedience.

it's a testament to how relentless you've been—clearly. because the stakes of the taunt are so low, it's nearly laughable.

he stares at you from where he's standing in front of the pot on the stove, blinking slowly as he registers the fact that you're clearly not going to pass him the salt.

you smile.

he doesn't.

shrugging, you turn your attention back to your phone, lips still curved upward. and a breath later, you feel warmth at your back as two hands cage you in, long fingers grasping the edges of the countertop.

matsukawa's hand is gentle when it slides up your shoulder, featherlight as he tilts your chin upward, directing your gaze to the salt shaker that sits inches away from your hands.

"please," he says, almost patronizingly.

something about his tone, about the dizzying proximity of his body heat, about the way his thumb and pointer finger can rest comfortably at both hinges of your jaw—

you reach for the salt shaker without thinking about it, and he lets go of your face, fingers closing around yours to hold it in place against the counter.

"good girl," he murmurs, before plucking it out of your hand and turning back to the stove like it never happened.

dazed, you stare at him as he stirs the pot.

because despite all the pushing, all the teasing, all the histrionic obedience that he's met with nothing but calm indifference—

he's never said that.

and you swear you hear a huff of amusement echo after you as you make your way toward the living room with a hot face and weak, weak knees.

[tiredmamaissy]

⸻Neteyam Sully

Neteyam's First Rut Series: ⊱Chapter I: Neteyam's First Rut ⊱Chapter II: Tying the Knot ⊱Chapter III: The Heat Within ⊱Chapter IV: A Synchronous Fever ⊱Chapter V: With My Life ⊱Chapter VI: To Set Ablaze ⊱Chapter VII: Moment of Truth

Special Episodes: ⊱Special Ep. I - Insaitable ⊱Special Ep. II - At First Sight [prequel]

Sub-Neteyam: ⊱Sub-Neteyam One Shot - Bound (bdsm; edging) ⊱Sub-Neteyam One Shot - Hide and Peek (exhibition kink)

Dom-Neteyam: ⊱Forgiven - Forgive Me Part II (mirror sex)

Misc. Neteyam: ⊱Jealous-Neteyam One Shot - Eyes for You ⊱Comforting-Neteyam One Shot - All Your Curves

Clingy Neteyam: ⊱Part I ⊱Part II ⊱Part III

⸻Lo'ak Sully

Non-Unrequited Love Trilogy (lo’ak in rut): ⊱Part I - slight smut ⊱Part II - pure smut ⊱Part III - smutty smut

Special Episodes: ⊱Special Ep. I - Inextinguishable ⊱Special Ep. II - Twin Flame [double pov] ⊱Special Ep. III - Ashes [double pov]

Sub-Lo'ak: ⊱Sub-Lo'ak One Shot - Prized Obsession (edging lo'ak)

Dom-Lo’ak: ⊱Is that So? ⊱Handle Me - Part I ⊱ Part II

⸻Neteyam Sully + Lo'ak Sully

Make Your Choice Mini Series (w/ alternative endings): ⊱Make Your Choice: Part I ⊱ Part II (possibly dark) ⊱Make Your Choice Endings: Neteyam ⊱ Lo'ak ⊱ Both

⸻Ao'nung

Ao'nung in Rut: ⊱Behind the Façade Part I ⊱Behind the Façade Part II (coming soon)

⸻Rotxo

⊱Sub-Rotxo One Shot: Feel Better

⸻Jake Sully

⊱Forgive Me ft. Neteyam Sully (dark) ; Part II ⊱Little Secret ft. Lo'ak Sully (dark) ; part II (coming soon) ⊱A Night to Remember - Birthday Sex (for my dani <3)

⸻Ralak te Sepwan Ieyk (collab w/ @zestys-stuff)

⊱Chapter I ⊱Chapter II ⊱Chapter III ⊱Chapter IV ⊱Chapter V

Special Episodes: ⊱Special Ep. I - Ralak’s First Rut ⊱Special Ep. II - Concurrent Tides ⊱Special Ep. III - Calm After the Storm ⊱Special Ep. IV - Seed of Life ⊱Special Ep. V - Something is Brewing ⊱Special Ep. VI - Labor of Love ⊱Part I ⊱Part II ⊱Part III

Drabbles:

⊱Wandering Hands - Ralak's POV

⸻HighIssyTalks (click me)

⊱blurbs/drabbles ⊱get to know me ⊱high questions + answers + thoughts ⊱neteyam talks ⊱aonung talks ⊱ralak talks ⊱loak talks ⊱jake talks ⊱read it all under #high issy talks

⸻NSFW Alphabet

⊱Lo'ak Sully + Neteyam Sully ⊱Tonowari + Jake Sully (coming soon)

[ellatoone7]

❄︎ My Mami ❄︎

Alexia's favourite girls series

Isabella doesn't like sharing

It had been a relatively easy morning, Emilia didn’t put up too much of a fuss and Isabella had helped you all morning. You had called Alexia when you were on the road letting her know that everything was fine and allowing her to wish her daughter the best of luck and give her a little pep talk. 

Isabella was disappointed at first when she found out Alexia wouldn’t be able to make the whole game but she calmed down when she was promised to go to Alexia’s next training and even maybe step in on a few drills. 

After making sure you had absolutely everything and making Isabella recheck that she didn’t leave anything in the car, you were now settled on the side of the field with Emilia sitting on your lap happily. “Mama Issy running with the ball just like Mami.” You chuckled at her little babble, quietly cooing your praise as you to watched your wife’s twin race up and the down the field with the same sparkle that Alexia had at her age.

When Emilia got wiggly you let her roam a little, knowing that she couldn’t wander off and letting her burn some energy off would do you all some good in the long run. Isabella had assisted two goals already and it was just half time, she waved at you excitedly and you were filled with the same feeling of pride that you always got when you watched your wife. 

Alexia had been so excited for the game that nothing in the world was going to stop her from seeing at least a little bit of it. The Captain was quick to say goodbye to her team with the promise of photos and videos of Isabella’s game. Luckily she had arrived just as the second half started. She took a moment to take in the life she had managed to create as she spotted Emilia stomping around the sandy part of the pitch and you were only a few feet away sitting on a blanket you brought. 

The sound of the whistle pulled her out of her trance as the game commenced and she was quick to join her little family. You didn’t even flinch when a body threw itself down next you, knowing your wife would show up a soon as she possibly could. Emilia was absolutely thrilled at the sight of her mother and launched herself onto the footballers lap. Alexia grunted in surprise as she smiled happily at the sight of her blonde, giggly daughter. “Hola mi princesa.” The three year old squealed excitedly as fingers pressed against her side teasingly.

Alexia then turned to you, “Hola mi Reina.” You kissed her soundly as she gratefully reciprocated, arm sliding around your waist as she smiled softly at you. Emilia sat happily between her legs as she leaned back into her mothers strong body. You decided to follow suit as you put your weight on her. 

It was only when you really looked at her did you realise she was still in her training kit. “Did you run here straight from training.” Alexia looked surprised at your question before huffing, “No, I drove here…straight from training.” Emilia was distracted with playing with her mother’s wedding ring and Isabella had yet to see Alexia arrive, so you took your opportunity. “This training kit always looked so good on you.” Alexia’s eyebrows rose immediately, catching the suggestive tone of your voice immediately, “Sí?” you bit your lip and nodded, rolling your eyes amusedly as her signature smirk made its appearance. “I have to do something about that, huh?” You nodded as her eyes stayed glued to your lips, “Why do you think I was trying to tire Emilia out.” Alexia kissed you softly as it took everything in her to control herself.

A football interrupted the two of you as you quickly separated, cheeks burning red as the referee giggled at the two of you. Isabella was bright red until she caught sight of her mother. Her eyes lit up and she shyly waved at the Captain. Alexia smiled softly at her eldest and gave her a wink which instilled a fire into her daughter who immediately scored a goal. Alexia was now on her feet, shouting words of encouragement and you saw the future of Alexia’s coaching career ahead of you. 

Emilia was giggling and repeating the words that her Mami was saying until she shivered. You were quick to grab the jumper you brought for her and Ále cooed as she passed her onto you. 

The final whistle sounded with your daughter scoring another two goals. Isabella ran straight for her mother who wasted no time in throwing her up and over her shoulder as she showered her in kisses and praises. Even though Isabella was seven and getting way too old to be picked up but it never stopped Alexia from ignoring that rule and doing it quite often. Isabella seemed settled in her arms as she retold Alexia all about the match that she just watched.

Isabella was on her feet again when her coach came over to talk to the Barcelona star. The kids from the other team were in awe of the fact they had ‘La Reina’ at their match. Your wife always had time for pictures which is what she was doing currently as Isabella wandered over to you to give you a big hug and a recap. “That’s my Mami!” Isabella grunted as she hid her face into your neck, much like your wife Isabella didn’t like sharing. 

“Yes and you get to go home and cuddle her all night, they only get a picture.” You laughed softly as she whined gently, “My Mami.” You sometimes wonder whether your eldest is really seven or actually just four. Alexia started heading back to where you were sitting with your daughters, she caught your amused glance and immediately knew that something was wrong but it wasn’t anything serious. 

“¿Todo bien?” She asked as she hauled Emilia up into her arms, the three year old after successfully tiring herself out as she drowsily blinked from where she was laying against her Mami’s strong shoulder. Isabella peeked out at her Mami before remembering her arm around the other girls and she hid herself again. 

Alexia frowned but you sent her a reassuring look as you coaxed the brown haired girl from her hiding place, “Tell Mami what’s wrong.” You whispered as she groaned but turned to face your wife anyway, “My Mami.” Her forehead met with Alexia’s leg as she mumbled out the words, arms intertwining around her thigh. 

Alexia chanced a glance at you and you just ran a hand through her hair. “Sí, I am your Mami. ¿Quién dijo que yo no era mi vida?” Isabella didn’t even lift her head just pointed to where the crowd of girls were taking pictures with Alexia a minute ago. “Ay Ya veo. Vamos, vamos a casa para que pueda abrazar con mis chicas favoritas sí.” Isabella nodded and kissed her Mami’s hand before taking it and walking back to the car.

You placed your hand on your wife’s back along with a kiss to her shoulder as you took Emilia and placed her in her car seat with a kiss to the cheek. “I’ll take Is.’ You agreed before giving your daughter a kiss on the cheek and a hug. “See you at home.” You smiled wrapping your arms around your wife’s neck and kissing her deeply as a reminder of your previous conversation. She chased your lips before remembering where you were and leaving one final one against your cheek. 

Once she watched you drive off she looked into the mirror making eye contact with your daughter and flashing her a mischievous smile, “I think we’ve earned ourselves some McDonald’s.”

[albon-no]

i need them to bring back a yellow team purely for graphics purposes

[hpowellsmith]

THE EARTH HAS TEETH June Update: Chapters 1-2 expansions

The June update for the demo adds major expansions to both chapters, along with tweaks to stats and lots of polish. Play on cogdemos or itchio now!

You'll need to restart the game to replay, but you can skip to Chapter 2 if you'd like (although Chapter 1 has expanded too, so I'd recommend playing both if you're in the mood!)

COGDEMOS | ITCHIO | DEVLOG & DISCUSSION THREAD | FEEDBACK FORM | INTRO POST | ROs

Among other changes and additions, in the game you can now (cut for spoilers):

play through your first meeting with Issi and Nikita onscreen

flirt with Nikita more overtly again

kill someone

Full changelog:

Expanded sections

Major expansion to Chapter 1 tunnel sequence and added a new item to pick up

Major expansion and rework to the start of Chapter 2 and large reduction of timeskip

Expanded initial library scene to clarify the sense of numbers of people living in Tulara

General polish, tweaks, and fixes

Instead of Vastan’s tooth boosting Discover, you can now take her ear for the same effect

Moved medical transition character customisation to follow directly from the gender/pronouns section for flow reasons; gave hormone-stimulating herbs names; added option for once-blessed characters to have had surgery or be on hormones

Restored Chapter 2 opportunity to ogle Nikita; it felt more appropriate now that they’ve had more screentime earlier in the chapter!

Lots of polish throughout, including more clarifying detail when deciding what to do with what’s found in the woods in Chapter 2, the Ven Lake festival name being a little more different, additional options for playing as nonbinary, wording changes, etc

Corrected bug in which choosing not to specify body details still led to questions about hormones/surgery in some cases

Stats/supplies/equipment

Added stat guide to the stats page and expanded glossary to include uses of herbs

Idealistic stat is now named Compassionate, and the wording of a number of choices that increase that stat, and tests involving it, has been tweaked. There was some muddying of the waters about what Idealistic meant due to the stat going through a couple of different iterations; this should be clearer and more consistent now

Obedient stat is now named Dutiful

Stat changes when you take a part of Vastan’s body are now always visible, as they’re not as intuitive as doing something like training a skill and are very large boosts

The first stat change is now always visible as it’s the first one players will encounter and includes large changes

Supplies are now tracked in half-day portions to make rationing choices more flexible

[paucubarsisimp]

lies pt. 2

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader, charles leclerc x ex!reader

summary: in which you finally manage to move on… with his new teammate

warnings: a bit of angst, mentions of cheating

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, @socially-awkward-eliza, @monacosprince, @dannyespinosa06, @zoeyjadetice2010, @arosier123, @issi-loves-dannyric lmk if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

part 1

the days after the confrontation with charles felt like they were dragging on, each moment heavier than the last. the apartment, once filled with shared memories, felt suffocating, a constant reminder of everything that had fallen apart. your friends had been supportive, doing their best to distract you, to pull you out of the sadness that threatened to swallow you whole, but the truth was, you were still raw, still aching from the betrayal.

the silence that hung between you and charles after that night was the loudest thing you’d ever heard. it wasn’t just the absence of his voice, but the absence of trust. the absence of any kind of foundation. he had destroyed it all with one cruel, thoughtless mistake after another. the weight of the lies, the secrecy—it was a constant pressure on your chest. it was hard to breathe, hard to sleep, hard to move forward when everything you’d built with him had been shattered.

but somehow, as time passed, there was a flicker of something inside you—a quiet resolve that began to take root. you knew you couldn’t stay in this place forever. you couldn’t let the betrayal define you. you couldn’t let it be the end of your story. you needed to find a way to move forward, to rebuild.

it was around this time that lewis came into your life in a way that you hadn’t expected. he was, of course, someone you’d known for a while. he was friends with charles, a fixture in the same circles. but there was a distance between you two, a respectful one. there was always an unspoken understanding, an unspoken distance between the two of you, as if there were lines that shouldn’t be crossed.

but after everything with charles, things changed. lewis reached out, more out of concern than anything else. you hadn’t expected it, not from him, not after everything that had happened. but it was that simple gesture, that small act of kindness, that showed you a side of him you hadn’t seen before. the lewis that everyone knew as the charismatic, charming driver was gone, replaced by someone more grounded, someone more serious, more present.

he didn’t try to fix you, didn’t try to rush you. instead, he just quietly showed up when you needed him most. sometimes it was a simple message checking in, sometimes it was a quiet conversation over coffee, where the words flowed naturally, and the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. it was easy with him, and for the first time in weeks, you found yourself laughing again, genuinely, without that tightness in your chest. he didn’t ask anything from you, except to be real.

and that was something you hadn’t felt in a long time—real. with charles, everything had felt like a performance. every smile, every laugh, every moment together had been tainted by doubt. but with lewis, there was none of that. he made you feel like you could be yourself, in all your rawness and vulnerability, and that was something you hadn’t known you needed until you felt it. he wasn’t trying to fix you, he wasn’t trying to make you forget what happened. he was just there, steady, reliable, offering the kind of comfort that only time and maturity could bring.

it took weeks before you even realized what was happening. at first, it was just a distraction—someone to talk to when you felt like you couldn’t handle the weight of everything on your own. but slowly, gradually, the connection between you and lewis began to shift. it wasn’t just friendship anymore. it wasn’t just two people leaning on each other for support. it was something else entirely. something deeper, more meaningful. you began to notice the little things—the way his hand would brush against yours when you sat side by side, the way his voice softened when he asked about how you were really feeling. lewis wasn’t someone who wore his emotions on his sleeve, but when he looked at you, you could see the understanding in his eyes, the quiet empathy.

it was different from what you had with charles. with charles, it had always been about intensity, passion, and the rush of excitement. but with lewis, it was calm. it was a steady flame, something that felt like it could endure, like it could grow without burning out. lewis didn’t need to be the center of attention. he didn’t need to constantly prove himself. he just… was. and that was what made him different.

the more time you spent with him, the more you realized how much you were learning about yourself. lewis gave you space to heal, space to figure things out without pushing you or making you feel like you had to be someone else. he was patient in a way that charles had never been. he understood that moving on didn’t mean forgetting—it meant allowing yourself to grow, to evolve, to become stronger.

one night, a few months after everything had ended with charles, you found yourself sitting on a bench outside, the city lights casting a soft glow around you. lewis was beside you, not speaking, but not needing to either. the air was cool, and for once, everything felt still, calm. the noise inside your mind had quieted. you didn’t feel the constant ache of the past anymore, not with lewis beside you.

“you know,” he said after a long while, his voice low, “you don’t have to be afraid of moving forward. you’re not leaving anything behind. you’re just… finding your way again.”

you didn’t say anything for a moment. you just nodded, letting the weight of his words settle in. the past would always be a part of you, but it didn’t have to control you. it didn’t have to define you. lewis wasn’t asking you to forget about charles. he was asking you to choose yourself, to choose happiness, to choose the future.

you looked at him then, really looked at him. lewis wasn’t perfect—he had his own demons, his own struggles. but in this moment, with him sitting beside you, you realized something important. he wasn’t trying to be anyone else. he was just being himself, and that was exactly what you needed. he was steady, calm, and yes, serious, but in a way that made you feel safe. like you could trust him.

“thank you,” you said, your voice quiet but filled with sincerity. “for everything. for just… being here.”

lewis smiled, his eyes softening. “i’m not going anywhere. not unless you want me to.”

you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling the warmth spread through you. maybe this was the start of something new. maybe, just maybe, you were ready to move forward after all. with lewis, you didn’t have to pretend. you didn’t have to be anything other than yourself. and that was more than you could have ever hoped for after everything that had happened.

as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, you found yourself growing with him, not just in your relationship, but in yourself. lewis gave you space to be vulnerable, to heal, and in the process, you found a version of yourself that you hadn’t known was still there. a version that was strong, resilient, and capable of moving forward.

and when the time came, when you finally realized that you had let go of the past, that you had truly moved on, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. it wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t quick, but with lewis by your side, you had learned that moving on didn’t mean forgetting. it meant embracing the new, embracing yourself, and embracing the possibility of a future you hadn’t even dared to dream about.

you weren’t ready to forget charles, not entirely. but you were ready to build something new. something real. and with lewis, you finally felt like you could.

[henrycangelbaby]

In which: She was still so young; how could she be going off to preschool? She was still his baby. His stomach aches with the anxiety of letting his baby go; they aren't even out the door yet, and he already misses her.

Or

Logan isn't ready for his girls to grow up yet.

Logan feels sick; he feels like he might throw up at any moment. He has felt this way all morning. It's silly, really. He's been up since the crack of dawn, partially because his toddler had been crying out for her parents, and Logan, having been in and out of a fitful sleep for hours, had moved quickly to quiet her with gentle shushes and some rocking. Before he knew it, she was back asleep, her thumb tucked gently between her lips, a habit they had been trying to curb. But right now, he was too tired and stressed to pull the tiny thumb from between her tiny sweet lips. He placed her back down in her crib, kissing her head gently before pulling the door up.

He doesn't get back to sleep after that; he stays in bed next to his Y/N, his lovely wife. His heart softens to see her sleeping peacefully next to him. He loves his family more than anything—his girls—but with two kids under five (not to mention another on the way), nights are often sleepless and days busy. But that's not why he's up tonight. Of course, Amelia had been up in the early morning demanding the attention of her doting father, but he had something else on his mind.

God, it felt so silly to worry so much about something that couldn't be helped, the natural progression of his babygirls' lives, but he couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. He had helped her pack the backpack the night before, arguing with Issy about whether or not she was allowed to take multiple stuffed animals with her to preschool.

"I know you love him, sweetie, but Mr. Bear has to stay at home."

Issy had looked up at him with watery eyes. "But he's my best friend!" she had protested wholeheartedly, pulling the brown bear close to her chest.

"Issy, you'll make even more friends at preschool!" he had insisted. It hadn't been the right thing to say, as Issy had promptly burst into tears, scared that Mr. Bear would be angry at her for abandoning him. He had scooped his baby up, promising that Mr. Bear would be happy that she made new friends before kissing her on the head and putting Mr. Bear back on her bed.

She was still so young; how could she be going off to preschool? She was still his baby. His stomach aches with the anxiety of letting his baby go; they aren't even out the door yet, and he already misses her.

"Lo?"

He looks around to see Y/N standing in the bathroom door, clad in her PJs from last night—an old t-shirt of his that is pulled somewhat tautly around her ever-growing stomach and some shorts that were so faded that he was sure they had been with her since before their relationship.

"Hmmm," he hummed. He abandoned his spot on the edge of the bed in favor of walking up to her. He embraced her lovingly, planting a kiss on her waiting lips, one hand behind her head to keep her close and the other at the bottom of her pregnant belly.

She smiled into the kiss, lasting for a second to long before she pushed him away gently, a hand on his chest.

"Alright, pack it up, loverboy," she teased.

He pouted at her. "As much as I want to make out with you all morning, someone has to watch the kids, and I regret to inform you that they are your kids." She smiled at him before ushering him out the door with her.

The morning is strangely easy and peaceful; he finds it unnerving. Issy's bag is packed and ready by the door, and she eagerly got into her new uniform with zero argument (and only one or two wrong buttons—a win is a win). Even Amelia had chomped away eagerly in her high chair, managing to keep her food in front of her and not on the floor.

It felt like he was the only one missing out, the only one who felt so scared about this. Everyone else was in celebration, and he couldn't stop the pit of anxiousness and sadness in the pit of his stomach.

“Daddy!”

He turns around to see Issy grinning up at him proudly, fully decked out in her uniform. Her feet are in school shoes that are probably a size too big, her hair pulled back into two pigtails on either side of her head, and her comically big backpack dwarfing her small body. She pulls her hands together up by her cheeks.

“Well, aren't you just the prettiest schoolgirl to ever live?” he gushes, quickly pulling her effortlessly to sit on the edge of the bench. “I think you might just be the cutest one ever,” he continues.

She giggles up at him as he plants kisses all over her face. “Daddy, it tickles,” she says, referring to his beard. He had shaved it off for the first time since he had met Y/N when Issy was born, but he quickly decided it was not the move, simply opting to be more careful around his kids.

“Oh, my gorgeous girl!” Y/N exclaims from the bottom of the stairs.

Logan's heart melts as Issy blushes shyly.

“You look amazing, honey,” Y/N continues, leaning down to kiss her on her cheek with an exaggerated smack.

Logan quickly pulls the toddler out of her arms, taking Amelia one-armed, using his other one to hoist Issy off the counter.

“Everyone ready to go?” Y/N mumbles to him.

“Yeah.”

The ride to school is mostly silent. Technically, they are within walking distance of the preschool, but the first day already seems chaotic enough; perhaps when they get into a routine, it will be more plausible. The kids' music plays softly through the car speakers. Issy and Amelia are both content with bopping along to the soft tunes. His stomach still aches with the hurt of (not so, but it felt like it) losing his baby. He reaches out to grab Y/N’s hand, seeking comfort in the way her soft palm covers his rough hand. She pats it gently, not saying anything, only nodding in understanding. He knows that she understands his anguish; he thinks that might have been why she had held him close last night. He had felt rather guilty that, despite her closeness, he had still been unable to rest fully.

He feels sick again.

Fuck.

He is actually going to throw up.

The school comes into view; it is sweet-looking. Trees and a hedge surround the tall gate, keeping the right people in and out. He pulls the younger one out of her seat, quickly hoisting her up into his arms. He has always been keen to hold his girls, but it heightened when they were expecting again. He swore up and down that he knew Y/N was more than capable of doing things even pregnant, but just because she could didn’t mean she had to. He meets Y/N and Issy around their side of the car; Issy is practically bouncing in her shoes from excitement.

“You ready, honey?” Y/N asks excitedly.

He watches as Issy nods along happily, her pigtails moving with the quick movements. They walk towards the school; he holds on tight to his other baby, who is none the wiser, babbling to herself and gently grabbing onto the hair at the bottom of his neck.

They are greeted by a warm-looking older woman, who is quickly introduced as “Mrs. Walsh,” Issy's teacher for the year. She seems sweet and caring, but Logan can barely look her in the eyes, let alone respond to her polite chatter. He is blown out of his haze by Y/N gently patting his back. His attention is drawn to the little person staring up at him longingly.

Issy's eyes peer up at him lovingly as she addresses him. “Bye, bye, Daddy!” she says enthusiastically as he leans down to kiss her chubby cheek. He speaks lowly to hide the quiver in his voice.

“Bye, baby, have so much fun, okay?”

She nods, putting both her hands on his cheeks before kissing him again. God, she is so like her mother. He hugs her before standing up, watching as her new teacher walks her into the school. He feels a tear run down his face before he can stop it. Amelia reaches up to pat at his now wet cheeks, and Y/N pulls him close.

“She'll be fine; you know she will.”

He sighs, pulling her in even closer. “I know, that's the worst part."

The car ride home was silent, bar Amelia's quiet singing practice in the back seat. Her eyelids were drooping slightly as she absentmindedly tucked her thumb between her lips; both he and Y/N knew that they should correct this, but neither felt like doing anything about it right now. He carried a now-sleeping Amelia into the house, putting her into her cot.

“Bit early for her nap,” Y/N chuckled, her back facing him as she poured a drink for them both.

“Big morning,” he mumbled back.

Logan hardly drank anymore; he had dropped it in solidarity when Y/N had first been pregnant, and now, with such a busy household, he barely found time; he didn't find a need for it either. He could really use a glass of whiskey right now. The thought of the burn in his throat, the numbness for only a second, was making his mouth water.

The next best thing was dropped into his palm, Y/N handing him a cool glass of lemonade. He snorted at the sight of it.

“It was this or chocolate milk,” she responded bluntly. “Be grateful,” she finished.

"S'fine, Lovie, thank you."

They sipped silently for a second. It's good, despite his yearning for something stronger.

“Do you think it will get easier? The next time we do it?” he voiced his concerns vulnerably into the otherwise quiet house.

“Probably not,” she responded to him. He raised his arm, allowing her to scoot close to him, tucking her feet in between his spread legs.

“It’ll be fine,” she murmured again. “You have two more to go anyway.”

He hummed in response, kissing her head.

There was a beat before he spoke. “I think we're doing a good job."

“I think so too."

The day creeps along; his mind does not stray too far from his daughter and her first day of school. The late afternoon sneaks up on him. Suddenly it's three p.m., and he has to leave soon. He goes by himself to pick Issy up. The late afternoon brings along nap time for Amelia; he knows Y/N hadn’t intended to fall asleep, but when he sees her passed out alongside their youngest in his and Y/N’s shared bed, he doesn't have the heart to wake her.

She was always tired, especially during pregnancy. He had never taken a nap in his life until they were expecting the first time around; she had knocked out at least once a day for months, and he had often insisted on lying with her (and then accidentally falling asleep beside her).

The short drive is quiet; he lets the kids' music play softly through the speakers, unmotivated to change it for such a short amount of time. He waits anxiously outside the school, alongside the other springy parents. He doesn't smile back at the mothers who wave at him (despite the fact that it is the first day of school and he hasn't met a single other parent). He's too focused on his daughter.

The bell rings, and it doesn’t take long for young children to come barreling out towards their parents, hyperactive from the first day excitement. He peers over the crowd, trying to spot Issy, until suddenly there is a thud into his legs. He doesn’t even need to look down to know it's his daughter. Picking her up quickly, he pulls her to his side. She quickly throws her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Are you ready to go?” he asks as she nods her head, moving against his neck. She is quick to perk her head up as they begin to walk towards the car.

“Did you have a good day, baby?” he quizzes her softly, wanting to ensure that she had come to no harm.

“Yeah! I told everyone about Mr. Bear!” she rambled. “They wanted to meet him because I told them how cool he was!”

Her enthusiasm put a smile on his face. He unlocked the car, and she became serious for a second.

“Daddy,” she said, pushing herself up in his arms, placing her small hands on his broad shoulders.

“What's up?” he hummed.

“I missed you today,” she spoke shyly.

His heart felt like it was melting in his chest, his insides so warmed by her sentiment, “I missed you too, bubby, more than you know.”

She hugged him again tenderly. He let her ramble on during the car ride home, telling him excitedly about all the things she had learned and the people she had met. She greeted a now awake Y/N with an over-exaggerated kiss on her cheek.

He stood beside her as they watched Issy ambush an unsuspecting Amelia, plopping down next to her and rambling as she had done with Logan in the car. Y/N patted him gently on the back before speaking.

“You doing okay?” she asked him.

He only nodded in response before she spoke again. “Sorry for falling asleep.”

He smiled and shook her head. “That's okay, baby.”

“She had fun?”

“Yeah, it seems like it,” Logan responded. “Hopefully learned some stuff too,” he added.

Y/N only chuckled in response.

Everyone had settled into bed early. Issy, wiped out from her big day, had gone with little fuss. Amelia had been surprisingly the same, also worn out from her sister's big day. The house was quiet as Logan sat up in bed waiting for Y/N; he wasn't going to go to sleep without her. She slipped in quietly next to him as he yawned.

“Big day, huh?” She giggled, and he nodded in response, pulling them both down to lay.

“Thank you, baby,” he said.

She looked at him curiously. “Huh?"

"For our girls, our family."

“Of course, sweetie,” she responded, “you're an amazing father."

There was a beat of silence before she continued, “I'd give you a thousand more, you know.”

He cocked his eyebrow curiously, “A thousand?”

“Well...”

“I might just have to take you up on that,” he said before pulling her close, pressing a bruising kiss on her lips.

[purplesimmer455]

Years ago, in Willow Creek:

Iseul Kang sits across from her brother Min Jun at the dining table. She glances to her right, where her dad is making the family recipe of Japchae, before nudging her brother with her foot. He gives her an annoyed glance. "What?" He mouths. "Want to play MySims Racing later?" She mouths back, and he nods. She turns back to her homework just as her mom comes back into the room. "Issy, are you almost done with your homework?" Nari asks in Korean. "Yes, mom." Iseul says, giving her an innocent look and hiding the fortune teller she'd been making with a paper from her notebook. It has four colors listed on the outside flaps, then once a flap is opened, it has a couple numbers and finally a fortune. "Good. Appa's almost done cooking so I want you two to wash up and I'll help you finish the rest later," Nari says, and both kids nod.

During dinner, Iseul's dad asks the kids about their day. "Good, I guess." Min Jun says. "Just good?" Dae Hyun jokes. "Ugh, Daaad," Min Jun grumbles, and Nari shoots him a warning glance. "Sweetpea, don't sass your Appa," She says. "It's okay, Nari. And how's my butterfly?" Dae Hyun asks, smiling at Iseul. "Good too, Appa." Iseul says with a big smile, recounting her day and telling her mom and dad everything about her friends and teachers, and casually mentioning about the new girl in her class who has pretty curly hair and does cool drawings with chalk. Dae Hyun listens and he chimes in with some stories of his own, growing up as a kid in Korea and getting up to mischief with friends.

After dinner, Nari checks in on Min Jun, and Dae Hyun tucks Iseul into bed. "Goodnight," he says, bending down to kiss her. "'Night," Iseul mumbles, snuggling into her bed. Dae Hyun heads to his room, gets into bed, and Nari snuggles up to him, putting her head on his shoulder. He kisses her and she smiles sleepily. "Issy's asleep?" She asks, and he nods. "Min Jun is just grumpy because Derek broke up with him again. I just don't think Derek is right for him, I liked that person he met at his cooking club more," Nari adds, and Dae Hyun sighs. "Me too, but the kids will take their own paths and learn, just like we did right? The most we can do is support them through their choices," he adds, and Nari nods. "You're right, baby. I just miss Min Jun being our snugglebug like Iseul is, and telling us everything . Soon, he'll be going off to college" she adds wistfully and Dae Hyun nods. "I know, but we still have our little butterfly at home," he says and Nari hums in agreement, cuddling closer to him as they drift off.

Edit: I think tumblr restricted this post, even though it's fairly innocent/family photos. I was wondering if it somehow marked the second to last photo of Dae Hyun and Nari cuddling in bed because her (randomized by the game) pajama wear is a bra and shorts so maybe it was like “the scandal 🫣😵‍💫” or it's just some random nonsense it chose to mark against? 👀😂

Also, pardon the extremely long post, I went from having no idea what to write in this flashback to suddenly feeling inspired by a mix of Inside Out as well as my own childhood (though I grew up in the 2000s/2010s while Iseul grew up in the 80s-90s in her childhood). I based some stuff like the family dynamics and how the Kangs speak mostly Korean at home based on my family, because we speak mostly Urdu and Punjabi at home. Also, the paper fortune teller Iseul made is something that my friends and sister would make for fun and play with for hours. 😄

[lilghostiequinni]

Trying Something New

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Restaurant Owner!female reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, None

Summary: You are probably the only one that can get Lando to try something new that involves the tiniest hint of fish.

Requested: NO / yes

You own a restaurant, well, a couple restaurants in England, and you are opening one in Monaco because you had moved there with your boyfriend and would rather be able to go to your restaurant in a short walk than a plane ride.

One thing you served in your restaurant was this dish that contained salmon, but there was little to no taste of the salmon in the dish.

You've had people come up to you and say that they normally don't eat fish, but they would eat again.

Then there's Lando, who is perfectly fine with acting like a child when it comes to fish and dishes that involve fish.

You knew that it would have to be some miracle that you were able to sneak fish into a dish and also have Lando be able to eat it without throwing a fit.

You found that if with enough sauce that Lando will eat some of the smaller seafood, like shrimp, and he will only eat scallops the way you make them.

He only ate scallops because you needed a taste tester, and he offered, which surprised you that he offered in the first place.

When he ate them he was amazed that they were actually good, and you were in shock that he actually put it in his mouth.

When he tried and ate the dish with salmon, Lando's nutritionist and trainer, Jon, was sitting right next to him, bringing some meals for while you're in England for a week.

You were going to England to check up on the restaurants there and to see your parents, and Lando had just got back from a race and you didn't want to make him leave on a plane again.

You knew that in the time you were gone, while Lando may eat the food that Jon brought, but you also knew your boyfriend and knew that he would order something in a few times and would most likely leave it in the fridge.

But you knew you would clean out the fridge when you got back because of your boyfriend. You just knew him.

He was the best thing to happen to you, and you were the best thing to happen to him.

Even his parents were shocked that you got their son to eat some fish and even a dish that is mostly fish and he loved and didn't make a face about it.

But you just shrugged whenever people expressed their shock because you were shocked, too.

But you didn't push the matter of him eating any more fish than he already has, and you also knew that he wouldn't eat any more fish than he already was.

Sometimes, you would question if you saw right when he ate fish or if you were dreaming.

Because normally, when you ate and made fish for yourself, he would make you wash your mouth out before you kissed him, which always made you giggle at him.

And he still would make you do it when you ate fish he didn't like but you still just giggled and laughed.

You still got him to try and eat fish, which is more than Carlos ever has done, which you lorded over your boyfriend's friend.

Which would make Carlos roll his eyes and shake his head at you, but you still did it.

Lando also just shakes his head at you with a smile on his face as he watches you.

It's always nice to try something new, especially when you know the person you're with isn't going to care whether or not you like it or what you do after you've tried it.

Whether you like it and eat it, or you don't and spit it out.

A/N: Winner in the 300 Follower Cele This or That poll

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