#the trouble with tink

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Disney Fairies: The Trouble With Tink (2005)

Story: Kiki Thorpe -- Art: Judith Holmes Clarke

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Googling around for the names of foreign-language releases of The Trouble with Tink, for the purposes of Disney Fairies Wikia.

Stumbles across https://www.heb.com/product-detail/disney-fairies-the-trouble-with-tink-bilingual-edition/3751097

"Allergens and safety warnings - Contains: WHEAT,"

Uhm… good to know, I guess…? Uuuh…

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More pictures from The Trouble With Tink (2006) That I forget to add in Tsofph EP 18.1

Source: EP 18.1

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[snurtsnurt]

Some days I love having little hanging trinkets on my person that go tink-tink with each and every step. But then other days I wish for even my footsteps to make no sound

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Okay so a lot of people don’t like Terence specifically because of what he does in the books.

The Disney fairies books are the closest and most consistent things we have to Disneys Peter Pan and Return to never land. (Example being fairies dying from disbelief in the books like how tink almost died in return to never land).

The Disney fairies books take place after Peter Pan, where tink is mad at Peter for bringing Wendy so she goes back to live pixie hollow.

A thing to note here is that Disney fairies movies seem to be their own universe which is why they don’t follow the lore from the books and the Peter Pan movies (Like Wendy is in the first tinker bell movie as like an 8yr old but at the end of Disneys Peter Pan, Wendy’s father said he went to never land before with Peter and saw hooks ship but like how could he if in tinker bell Peter isn’t even in never land yet and he hasn’t met tink and Wendy exists). The movies are like an alternate timeline.

ANYWAYS in the books Terence is basically a simp. He would do anything for Tinker Bell and like in the movies yeh Tink gets annoyed. BUT Terence is such a simp in a creepy way. Like in the book Fairy haven and the quest for the wand, Terence gets his hands on a magic wand and he forces Tink to like him romantically. And worse part he didn’t tell anyone, so no one knew until they went oh Tinks acting weird and undid all the wishes. That however does not compare to Terence’s worst crime. I kid you not, this sparrow man gaslit, gate kept, and girl boss��d all of Tinks friends from her and gave her depression. So in the book north of never land, Terence helps tink bring a compass into her workshop so she can fix it, however he bumps into it and it rolls near tinks shelf and breaks the first plate she ever fixed when she arrived at pixie hollow. Tink naturally argues with Terence and they have a fight and he leaves. However later when Tink goes to try to apologize, Terence ignores her and avoids her. So Tinks like okay fine he doesn’t want to talk guess I’ll go hang out with the rest of my friends. So Tinks tries to go hang out and guess what. Terence literally stole all of Tinks friends, they basically ignore her too. So now Tink feels awful. Terence took her friends, she’s got no one to hang out with. Then she gets the idea of bringing Terence a present to see if he’ll forgive her. The last Pixie dust on never land from the pixie dust tree. (For context in the books the beautiful purple pixie dust tree they had was destroyed and now they have to use fairy dust they get from grinding a magical birds feathers). So Tink goes on this quest to try and find some pixie dust. Tink runs into Peter Pan and she helps him save a lost boy from a tiger. Peter thinks that’s really brave of her so he makes a medal for her using a small golden bead. Tink feels really proud about herself and goes off to find that pixie dust for Terence. So she goes to the place where it’s supposed to be and it’s not. And Tink feels terrible, she sits by a river and mopes, because Terence and her friends ignored her, she thinks she’s a terrible friend and is not worthy of wearing a medal for being brave, cause she failed to get the present for Terence and she’s not brave. So she sets the medal lose in the river and goes back home depressed. Then she decides maybe she can give Terence the plate she fixed earlier because she has nothing to give him, and she really doesn’t want him mad at her. So she goes and gives it to him and he goes on like “oh thought u just wanted space, you can keep the plate”. Tinks literally and exhausted and almost dead and only after Terence talks to her tinks friends basically go “hey where were u”. LIKE EXCUSE ME. WHAT. Terence made Tink feel like crap, took her friends and made her depressed. And then didn’t gaf and hardly cared about the amount of EFFORT she put into trying to get him to talk to her or be friends again.

Anyways that’s why Terence is awful imo.

I would say Peter’s friendship with Tink is better than Terence’s at least. In the books Peter and Tink are treated more like ex’s who have way too much tension and want to get back together but there is way too much drama between them to make that work. I will say it was nice of Terence to go accompany Tink to see Peter for the first time ever since he brought Wendy over (Tink left her spare hammer at Peter’s and she needed it cause she lost her other one). But like that still doesn’t excuse Terence. Even in Trouble with Tink he felt a bit overprotective towards Tink. Terence does not like Peter when they meet. Jokes on him though because he was willing to help Tink talk to Peter again and now he had to deal with the consequences of his actions by watching Tink kiss Peter on the nose and tells him that she’ll come back to visit him more, she promises and that she’s missed him. Terence doomed himself.

Now for the actual films I would say Peter was a bit of a jerk to Tink in the first Peter Pan movie. Ik he has his own traumas (like literally being abandoned and replaced by his mother) but I don’t think it excuses him completely. Same thing with Tinks actions and killing Wendy, Tink has a valid reason to be jealous of Wendy, but not to literally kill her. From how hook describes Peter and Tinks relationship in the film they seem to be more than friends. Whether that be “Best friends” or literally dating, they are a thing. Hook talks to Tink about how Peter used her like an old glove and she breaks down crying. So to Tink, Wendy just showed up and took Peter and Peter used her like that. Now to Peter he’s just looking for a mother, so Tinks jealous actions wouldn’t make sense to him, why would Tink be jealous of him getting a mother figure. Eventually Peter understands when Tink saves Peter from the bomb at the end of the film and that’s when Peter reassures Tink that she means more to him than anything in the whole world. That’s why at the end of the film Tinker Bell doesn’t continue crashing out on Wendy and trying to attempt second degree murder, like kicking her off the ship mid flight. Tink could have easily pushed her off of ship at the end of the movie lowkey. I also like how in return to never land, Jane asks Peter why Tinks being so mean to her and Peter says she’s just jealous. So yay he learned something. I will give him that. I also don’t think he forgot Tink was dying, he literally couldn’t tell Jane, you can’t force Jane to believe in fairies and if he had told her “tinks dying cause you don’t believe” Jane could have easily went “L I don’t care”. They had to get her to be like them and for her to see the magic of never land to get her to believe first for her to listen.

Overall I would say movie Terence is better in a way than book Terence. I think Tink is fine for having him as a friend, it’s not bad, at least in the movies. But book Terence is a menace so I still don’t like him lol. Also for the Disney fairies movies I simply don’t think Peter Pan even exists in them. I know they were planning on adding Peter Pan but if they did they probably would have changed him like they did Terence and literally everyone else. At this point they are completely different characters. But that’s just my opinion.

toxic friendship by the fans VS real toxic friendship

do the fans know what "toxic friendship" really are?

not everyone feels that way about Tinkerbell and Terence (including me) but most fans labels Tinkerbell and Terence as "toxic friendship" or calls them "red flags" for what? their arguments because of an disagreement or misscommunications? Tinkerbell blaming others and having anger issues because of her stress? Tinkerbell putting others in danger?

their reasons aren't valid to me? tell me the REAL reason why they all think they are toxic?

both Tinkerbell and Terence have their strengths and flaws and everyone can have one of these stuff i've mentioned...the things i've mentioned with the others reasons are called "having flaws" that isn't a valid reason in my opinion to call them "toxic" or "red flags" (i find it ridiculous in my opinion)

but you want to know who really have this toxic friendship?

like the screencap is showed it's Tinkerbell and Peter Pan in my opinion

like seriously i knew the Peter Pan before the Tinkerbell movies existed and she's a different person there and Peter Pan didn't helped the case here...i didn't saw this as a kid but now that i'm older i realized they have this toxic friendship

like i've said for multiple times now which i'm about to mention it again: Tinkerbell is giving Vidia and Zarina combined vibes but worse

not welcoming Wendy, trying to kill Wendy, not welcoming Jane but instead tried to get rid of her...like seriously and her hating the lost boys too, she was either always jealous or angry (that literally reminded me with who Tink was in the first 2 movies and in some occasions the third movie too)

something bad must have happened to Tinkerbell she have changed so much in the Peter Pan movies and Peter Pan isn't helping the case either, abandoning Tinkerbell when she needed him the most, spending more time with the lost boys and the others

it's Peter Pan in particular to have its toxic friendship with Tinkerbell, like he possibly only made friends with Tinkerbell to make himself feel better, a selfish reason to make friends in my opinion, everything is all games to Peter Pan and doesn't care for Tinkerbell like the others do (even Vidia cares about Tinkerbell a lot more than Peter Pan ever did since she came around in the third movie she even went this far risking her own life to save Tinkerbell from the humans even if it means taking Tink's place from getting trapped in a jar instead despite not being on friendly terms with Tink back then, i rather have someone who cares about you on the inside even if not on friendly terms than a friend to pretend to care about you just to abandone you when you need them the most)

Peter Pan forgot about Tinkerbell once she was dying because Jane didn't believed in fairies untill later in the movie when the pirates captured Peter Pan and the lost boys, it was only then he have warned Jane about Tink's dying

i really hate when someone make friends just to make you feel better in the eye, that's not what a real friend will do

so yes it's Peter Pan in particular but Tinkerbell in no angel in the Peter Pan movies either, especially the first movie

Tinkerbell and Terence on the other hand it's the complete opposite

i can't say they are flawless but like i mentioned earlier everybody has their own flaws but these 2 actually worked on their flaws and spirit one another up when one of them is feeling down for whatever reasons and once Terence found out about the situation he went to follow her right away and just when Tinkerbell needed him the most he happened to show up to Tink and told her he broke the rules for her on purpose so he can help Tinkerbell outside pixie hollow, they both apologized for their flaws and worked together ever since then (Terence also realized he shouldn't be so harsh on her and still considered her as best friend despite his argument he had with her the last time he have spoken to her before he went to her house so that explains he realized he needed Tinkerbell more than ever just like Tinkerbell needed him the most during her adventure)

despite their arguments to each other, they still care for each other in the end which made their friendship even stronger and they improved each other

they support each other even if they disagree with things or don't understand things, they make each others laugh, more then willing to help each other out and risk each others lives and you know what?

Terence IS the reason Tinkerbell decided to stay in pixie hollow and was the only fairy who wasn't angry at Tinkerbell for the disasters she have created so that explains everything aswell

they complement each other very well in my opinion

so to me they are the complete opposite of toxic friendship (or red flags as some people calls it) they have this healthy friendship to me

the REAL toxic friendship here is Tinkerbell and Peter Pan (coming from someone who used to ship them together for selfish reasons)

i know fairy book exists but how would Terence react to Peter Pan if they made a movie based on how Tinkerbell meets Peter Pan?

i bet Terence will be overly protective of Tinkerbell because Terence is the complete opposite of Peter Pan and will be very pissed about Peter Pan not taking care of Tinkerbell

[eddiesxangel]

I Do Believe In Fairies | E.M

Cw: Halloween party, reader is dressed as Tinkerbell, alcohol, anxiety, blood, fluff, meet-cute, 1.7k words.

An: this is a repost, not a lot of people saw it the first time so hopefully you enjoy 🧚

Your anxiety flourished as you walked into the dimly lit room at the back of the restaurant. Your boss was hosting her annual Halloween party, and you came alone because your work friends were meeting you there. They had planned a group costume, but you didn’t have time to go shopping, so you settled on your usual Tinkerbell.

As you scanned the room for your friends, you noticed you hadn’t seen anyone out of costume. Even the bar staff were dressed as mad scientists so that settled your nerves. You always felt weird about appearing in places overdressed or worried you would bring more attention to yourself than needed. To say you did not like to stand out from the crowd was an understatement.

Surprisingly, the night has been going well. There have been no embarrassing qualms like your wings getting stuck on someone’s face or you tripping over your heels. Your boss was in a great mood, and your mood lifted once your friends arrived and a few drinks had been consumed.

A few hours into the party, you were chatting with your friends, and they quickly excused themselves to get more food. You turn around because you don’t know what to do while waiting, and an unfamiliar but handsome face approaches you.

"Hi, I’m Eddie." He smiles.

“Hi, I’m Tinkerbell,” you giggle

“The Tinkerbell? No way.” he raises his hand to his heart and pretends to stumble back. You noticed his fingers were adorned with tattoos and plenty of silver metal rings.

“What are you supposed to be? A waiter?” You giggled, flicking his black apron wrapped around his waist, which held a notepad and pen sticking out of the pocket.

He was dressed in a sleek black button-up shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up, paired with well-fitted black dress pants and matching shoes. Around his waist, he wore a neatly tied black apron. His hair was neatly pulled back into a low bun, and his most striking feature was his incredibly large brown eyes that seemed to draw you in.

“Uh-yea? So can I get you anything? Another champagne?” He smirked.

“Very committed to the role, I see,” you state as a matter of factly, twirling your empty glass.

"Another champagne coming right up." Eddie gives you a wink and walks away.

“Hey, I’ve never seen him before. He in marketing or something?” Your friend dressed as Daphne from Scooby Doo comes back and hands you a bread roll.

“I don’t know, but he’s so cute,” you whisper back.

A few minutes later, Eddie returns with your drink

“One champagne for Tink.” You quickly turn your shoulders and see Eddie, but your wings knock the glass out of his grip.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You quickly squat as much as your tiny green dress and heels will let you so you can pick up the bigger pieces of glass.

“Do you know where the staff are? I haven’t seen anyone all night. We need a mop and a broom,” you say frantically, holding broken glass in your hands.

“It’s okay, Tinkerbell. I’ll be right back; don’t move.” Eddie ran off to the back to grab the broom from the supply closet and a paper bag from the kitchen, and you continued to pick up the pieces of glass.

When he returned, you held your thumb, bouncing repeatedly like you had cut yourself.

“Fuck” you whispered under your breath. You cut your thumb.

“Here,” you look up to see Eddie holding out a bag to put the glass in and a broom in the other.

“How did you find this? Why didn’t you find someone that works here? Won’t you get in trouble?” you were rambling, and your thumb was in pain.

“Sweetheart, I work here.” He takes your hand to examine your thumb.

“What? But you-” he gently took your wrist and weaved you through the sea of monsters, witches and mummies until you got to a door that said Staff Only

“Am I allowed back here? I don’t want to get you in trouble?” you worried.

“Calm down, Tink. My middle name is Trouble. Let me help you,” he said calmly and collectedly. Being near him made you feel calm yet anxious at the same time.

“I’m sorry, but I thought you were in a costume...” You shake your head as he closes the door behind you.

The single washroom was very quiet, much more intimate than the loud, boisterous party room.

As you turned to face him, you noticed the lighting was much better in this spot. In contrast to the dimly lit party room, you could now clearly make out his features. His face was clean-shaven, with a hint of a 5 o'clock shadow starting to form. His jawline was defined, and his lips were full. You were so engrossed in admiring his features that you didn't even realize he had moved and was now standing beside you at the sink.

“Don’t sweat it, babe,” he smirked, turning on the faucet and guiding your hand under the water. You winced at the cold water hitting your open skin, and Eddie apologized. He grabbed a paper towel, and you wiped your wound as he unwrapped a bandaid.

“Thumb,” he asked, and you stuck it out like you were giving him a thumbs up. He wraps your thumb with concentration, his tongue peeking out as his eyes focus on your finger. He unexpectedly kisses it. “There. Good as new.”

“So how do I contact your boss to inform them about the excellent customer service?” You awkwardly giggle.

“Shit, I’m sorry, you’re uh, you’re just adorable, and I don’t know what came over me” he took a step back.

“I think you’re cute, too.” you look down bashfully

Eddie sighed with relief.

“Why don't you give me your number so I can ask you for a proper date?" He smirks.

You pass him your phone so he can enter his contact info.

A loud bang on the other side of the door startled you, and you jumped.

“Come in, Ed. We are drowning out here; get her number already, and let’s go,” his friend yells. Eddie hands you back your phone and swings open the door. Eddie's coworker is standing on the other side dressed as a pirate.

“Jesus Christ, man, we’re on the clock,” the one-eyed pirate whispers under his breath

“It wasn’t like that man; she cut her thumb, and I was-” You didn’t hear the rest because they both walked further away.

You chased after them out of the staff bathroom, not wanting to get into trouble and made your way back to the party

“Where did you sneak off to? Your friend, dressed as Shaggy, wiggled his brows at you.

“Oh, uh, cut my hand in the broken glass.” You lift your hand to show them your bandaid-clad thumb.

“Yeah, you cut your thumb,” he air quotes and laughs.

You playfully roll your eyes, and your phone chimes, so you glance at it.

Lost boy: Hey Tink, sorry I had to run off. Got kidnapped by the evil pirates. Hopefully, you’ll be able to save me with that magical fairy dust and find me after my shift. 😉

[bnsni]

TO LIVE, AND TO SERVE

part one

(tfo. sentinel x gn.miner.reader )

spoilers! just in case. nothing plot heavy spoilers but yk just in case.

one, two, three

CHAINS clinked against the ground. Ones, you realize that were yours as you try to lift up your pedes, only for it to stop short a few centimeters high and drag back down again with a hackle. Alright, so you're shackled. Easy, just flip over and see where I am.

You tried. Tried. To flip over, but all you could manage was a wiggle and that's just about it. Your servos were chained to your back. And your neck was sore bent at a position for so long. The ground was grimy and dark and your cheek — Primus it was sore ��was pressed against the floor.

Where am I?

A migraine pulsed behind your optics, coupled with a familiar faint ache thrumming from your abdomen, freshly sore.

Oh, right.

A kick to the shin and one to the helm. A blur of colors. Then, a throttle. Darkwing, you grimaced. You should've known better than to play hero and help. A creak sounded, hinges of a metal door opening and your neck strained from frantic ways of trying to look over your shoulder.

—Proved futile.

"Oh, you don't have to run." A voice echoed, a cave-like resonance that trilled and bounced off the walls of the cell. "I've already made sure that you couldn't."

The shadow stretched across the floor. It became larger, molding in size. Into shape. You try to speak, but all that came out were incoherent slurs of sentences. Each one increased with panic. Intake, slack, faceplate numb. And that, to your unfortunate demise, amused the Prime.

"No worries, though, Airachnid's venom aren't usually that fatal. Well, usually. But this time I advised, and I'm glad she listened, to use her lesser death-inducing ones. Ones that take an instant. Its a bit of a mess when anomalies die."

His pedes stopped beside your helm. "And you know that... don't, you?" Another babble from you made him laugh. "Hah. You look ridiculous. Here, allow me."

A harsh tug on your back flipped you over and you grunted, finally able to relish some light from the ceiling. Sentinel prime loomed above you, a grin on his face.

Oh, Primus.

You never thought this was how you'd meet your beloved Prime. Besides, any other way would result your spark snuffed and churned into energon. The ache in your abdomen pierced into a searing pain. You winced.

"You know what that is? Its a kind of paralysis that only affects your body, not your helm." He tapped your forehead.

Tink.

Tink.

"Your mind still works. You can think, you can feel. I can see your optics are still bright." He tips his helm, curiously amused. " Still got that little fire in you, huh. And you're scared. You're scared, yes?"

Silence. You only stared back, chassis pumped with andrenaline. What else you were suppose to say, blegh blegh blegh?

" Silly me. Blink twice if you're scared."

You blinked once.

"Oh?"

Then another slow blink.

"That's what I thought. Now," he knelt beside your helm. The tight smile on his face was nothing genial. " What did I tell you about miners going around creating troubles for me to fix. "

Sir! It wasn't what it was! You rustled, moving you mouth. Nothing came out. Whether Sentinel was aware of the incident or not, it seemed he chose to ignore the possibility that you might be right.

" Not only you defied a supervisor, you also kicked him and destroyed — let me see," He tapped your cheek, tink tink tink, optics to the ceiling, thinking. "Oh yes, almost blew up crates worth of decades use. Injured five of my gaurds. Many more, probably. And, why is that? To make a point nobody will understand. To make a point that's virtually worthless?"

You shook your head.

We couldn't go on any longer. Sir, please.

We are free.

We need to be free.

"Your little speech was adorable. That mineer you saved, oh how melodramatic. Unfortunately like you, he's not going to have the opportunity of choosing his punishment."

Your optics widened and you froze. That look on your face seemed to please him and he lunged forward. You choked as he grabbed your face, pulling your head up to his level.

"It's a shame." He crooned. " You miners are so delicate. Its a miracle you managed this much through the mines already." The other servo grabbed your throat. He sighed, and tightened both grips.

The accumulating andrenaline allowed you to kick below in panic. The venom was dissapating. You feel a little pulse in your pedes, as well as the sensors blooming back on your digits.

"Now, I'll give you two options" He leaned closer. "And I'll only say this once. You can serve Cybertron and it's people — or,"

The servo clutching your throat released and glided down, down and lower...

" Or, you can serve me. Your Prime. Your leader — What will that be?"

Your optics flickered, staring back into his blue ones.

You faintly reminisced bumping into a miner on the street while heading down to the main square of iacon. You've just had your pay, a few hundred shanix clutched in your servos and the collision smeared them across the ground. Frantic, you tried to pick them up, ignoring the several laughters from the bots above — and the miner did too. They were just like you, except...

"Here," They said.

You look up.

They were pretty. Well kempt. A gentle smile on their face. Their platings were shiny, glossy. Without a scratch.

You were confused.

They were just like you. No cogs. No nothing.

"Oh, you're at a different sector, then?" You remember asking.

The miner blinked and frown, chagrined as he handed the last slip of shanix and looked away. You couldn't asked more. A mech with gleaming gold platings dragged them away.

The last look he gave was a somber look before looking ahead. Never back.

You remember being confused. A little irritated at such a display the senator took them away.

But, now. Now, it all made sense.

Is that what it was?

A toy for them to play with?

"I'll...serve....you...." You croaked out.

But even so, at least you're able to live.

"Good mech."

[the-pumpkin-king-lament]

"Ah, sorry, sorry-- that makes you the boss bitch," said Jack, taking a chance that she wouldn't flinch at that language. She didn't seem like the type.

In fact, she looked like the type to wear the name with pride.

He smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively at her. "I like a woman in charge."

@the-talented-tink

Sweet Libations || OPEN

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Salutaions!

Hello, I know that there are quite a few of myself on this... app and I'm glad I have an army of them here! Together, we shall take over This app! but also, please, I've got nothing to do, so out of shear, absolute bordom, I will respond to anything you send me! Okay then, I'm the mod of this whole blog, and to help you differentiate me and Al here, he has the red text and I have the black.

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And! Update! I've got Roleplaying partners now because I some how made friends here!

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Charlie: @certified-autistic

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Random shit you might want to know: pets

Pets: Nathaniel, Silas, Darwin, Dame, Allie, Chester, Sam and Tink

Nathaniel is a rubber Chicken. Silas is a duck. Darwin is a crocodile. Dame is a platypus. Chester is a beaver. Sam is a squirrel and finally Tink is a tabby cat

[zigazone]

Here are the Ring of Belief Pixie Hollow Website descriptions for all the movie fairies (I sadly don’t have tink 😢) Found these on a post on Facebook and they were in Spanish so I had to translate them all.

Anyways Enjoy!

Queen Clarion:

My talent is...

I am the Queen of Pixie Hollow

My friends say that...

• I am loving, majestic, and regal

• I am very wise and kind

• I am an old friend of Fairy Mary

A little about me...

"I am majestic and timeless, but I have a wise and ancient soul. I am sensitive to all matters in Pixie Hollow, and I notice when things go wrong. I see great potential in Tinker Bell and encourage her in everything she does."

My best friends are...

Fairy Mary

My nickname is...

Queen Ree

My favorite flowers are...

Orchids and calla lilies

My favorite color is...

Gold

My favorite possession is...

My locket

My favorite place is...

My chambers in the Pixie Dust Tree

My favorite thing to do most is...

Write on my scrolls

My favorite food is...

Pixie Hollow Cake, chocolate and fig cake

I like...

A good sense of humor. Peace and prosperity.

I dislike...

Fairies who don't believe in themselves or each other.

Shhh... My greatest fear is...

The unknown

Fairy Mary:

My talent is...

I am the teacher of all the Fairies.

My friends say that...

• I am thorough and disciplined

• I am an old friend of Queen Clarion

• A boisterous teacher of the young fairies

Queen Clarion says...

“Fairy Mary is constantly hovering around like a plump hummingbird, making sure everything in Pixie Hollow is under control. She often tells me her problems because I am her best friend and mentor. Her commitment to discipline reflects her interest in caring for all the fairies.”

My best friend is...

Queen Clarion

My favorite flower is...

Yellow jasmine

My favorite color is...

Violet

My favorite belonging is...

My blue feather pen

My favorite place is...

The conservatory

My favorite game is...

The pop quiz

My favorite food is...

Cake (all sweets)

I like...

Discipline

I don't like...

Fairies who don't listen

Shhh... My biggest fear is...

Disappointing the Queen

Silvermist:

My talent is...

I'm a Fairy with a talent for water - I can control, move, and manipulate water.

My friends say...

• I'm friendly, optimistic, and trustworthy

• I like to calm my friends down and resolve disputes

• I'm good at talking to Tinker Bell

Fairy Mary says...

"Silvermist always looks on the bright side. She's a peacemaker and acts as a calming influence between Tinker Bell and Iridessa. When Tinker Bell is in trouble, Silvermist always helps her."

My best friend is...

Iridessa, Rani

My favorite flower is...

Lotus

My favorite color is...

Ultramarine

My favorite possession is...

The small, magical fountain in my room

My favorite place is...

Floating ponds

My favorite game is...

Sliding down my water slide

My favorite food is...

Cucumber soup

I like...

Bathing, watching the water run in the stream

I don't like...

Screaming

Shhh... My biggest fear is...

Disturbing others

Iridessa:

My talent is...

I'm a Fairy with a talent for light - I shape, bend, and create illumination.

My friends say that...

• I'm bright, intelligent, and disciplined

• I tend to think Tink is clumsy and absent-minded

• I'm sometimes too nervous

Fairy Mary says...

"Iridessa is the star student in my class. Sometimes she has a hard time trusting Tinker Bell - after all, she studies hard and Tink just does silly things! But when it comes down to it, she's always willing to help her classmate."

My best friends are...

Silvermist, Fira

My favorite flower is...

The Sunflower and the Starflower

My favorite color is...

Lemon yellow

My favorite belonging is...

My beautiful sparkling crystal

My favorite place is...

Morning Glow Meadow

My favorite game is...

The "Iridessa" - a fabulous light show.

My favorite food is...

Meringue

I like...

Knowing the correct answer.

I don't like...

Making mistakes, shadows

Shhh... My biggest fear is...

The dark

Rosetta:

My talent is...

I'm a Fairy with a talent for the garden - I take care of all the flora and fauna.

My friends say...

• I love beauty and drama

• I'm very generous

• I'm likely to bring beauty into my friends' lives

Fairy Mary says...

"Rosetta can be a beauty-obsessed diva. While she may seem a little superficial at first, she is generous and loves bringing beauty into the lives of others."

My best friends are...

Fawn, Lily

My favorite flower is...

The wild rose

My favorite color is...

Pink

My favorite possession is...

My berry juice lipstick

My favorite place is...

Buttercup Canyon

My favorite game is...

Doing makeup and making pretty dresses with flowers

My favorite food is...

Caramel apples

I like...

Looking good and planting beautiful flowers

I don't like...

Getting dirty and Fawn making fun of me

Shhh... My biggest fear is...

Not being able to take a bath anymore

Fawn:

My talent is...

I'm a Fairy with a talent for animals - I understand and speak to all creatures, big and small.

My friends say...

• I'm rough and tumble

• I'm energetic and brave

• All my animal friends adore me

Fairy Mary says...

"Fawn is the jokester of the group. She does everything at top speed, and her friends can barely keep up! But she's also loving in her own way, and all her animal friends adore her."

My best friends are...

Rosetta, Beck

My favorite flower is...

Snapdragon

My favorite color is...

Earth tones

My favorite belonging is...

My pinecone**

My favorite place is...

Flutterby Forest***

My favorite game is...

Playing tricks on Rosetta

My favorite food is...

Clover salad

I like...

Playing with animals, doing tricks for fairies, playing games of any kind!

I don't like...

Having to sit quietly

Shhh... My biggest fear is...

Hurting any animal

The Tinker Bell Movie

Join Peter Pan and his inseparable friend Tinker Bell as they go beyond "the second star to the right and straight ahead until the morning" on magical adventures in Neverland.

Re-explore the island, Peter Pan's secret hideout; meet the unruly Lost Boys and defend yourself with sword and cape in battles against the ineffable Captain Hook and his band of pirates.

Relive these fantastic adventures in a 2-Disc Peter Pan Special Edition and be amazed by the Super Magical DVD Edition of Peter Pan: Return to Neverland.*

Discover, in these stories, the power of hope and faith, and remember that... "believing is only the beginning."

The Story of Pixie Hollow

Pixie Hollow wasn't always the small plot of land in the Neverland Forest. Once upon a time, it was a great kingdom encompassing forests, canyons, mountains, and lakes. At that time, it was a place separate from Neverland. To get there, you had to fly through a secret portal hidden behind a waterfall.

At that time, fairies lived in flowers, mushrooms, trees, and other places in the Hollow. There was no Treehouse. Enchanted dust wafted from this wonderful tree, giving the fairies the magic they needed to travel to the children's world and inspire them.

Me notes:

*I think this was their version of the return to never land pixie powered dvd that released in 2007

**it says “Mi Piña” in Spanish which is pinecone but it could also be Pineapple. Fawn could just have a giant pineapple.

***translates to Flutterwood basically but I’m pretty sure it’s just Spanish Flutterby woods lol

[weneeya]

i love your geto fics smm! 🫶

I was tinking about reader being the shy and quiet type of girl but is very talkative when it comes to geto (her close friend) which geto loves because he loves hearing her voice and the facial expressions she makes. One time she was talking to geto, blabbering something about her day then geto just stares at her reader misunderstands it and thought he's getting bored/annoyed by all of her talking so she stops talking then geto's like "why'd you stop, i wanted to hear your voice"

keep talking m.list | rules

pairing. geto x reader

note. thank u sm omg I'm always so happy when people say they love my work I could cry <3 I hope you'll love this one just as much!

You weren’t really known for being a talkative person. In fact, you were quite the opposite. You were a shy girl that was pretty discreet most of the time. Except with one person in particular : Geto Suguru. He was your closest friend ; you didn’t say best friend because you didn’t really like this word. When it was Suguru, you could speak for hours without getting out of things to say. 

Suguru loved it. He loved how you were like this only with him. His voice was like a soft melody to his ears and he thought that he could listen to you ranting all day long without a problem. The facial expressions you had when you were talking about anything were probably his favorite thing. You were so expressive with him and it made you even cuter than usual. 

Today wasn’t different. You were both sitting at a cafe, and you were the one doing all the conversation, as always. It wasn’t that he didn’t have anything to say, it was just that you seemed to have so much to say and yet so little time. He couldn’t stop you when you were like this, and he didn’t want to. 

You were talking about your day, more specifically your morning that had been pretty awful. You had a lot of trouble, like fate wasn’t against you, so you were clearly venting to Suguru. He was simply looking at you without saying anything, almost like he wasn’t listening to you. His eyes were glued to your face, moving from your eyes to your lips. 

You stopped yourself in your complaint, a lot of thoughts coming into your mind. What if you were bothering him? What if he finally had enough of listening to you? You started to worry, playing with your fingers on the table without speaking anymore. Suguru realized quickly that you weren’t speaking anymore, almost immediately in fact. 

“Why did you stop? I wanted to hear your voice more,” he said. You raised your eyes at him again, a furious blush all over your face. Did he really just say that? You must have heard it unwell, it couldn’t be otherwise. You were ready to say something when he grabbed your hand with no hesitation. 

“Come on, tell me more.” A soft smile appeared on his lips, and you quickly looked away. You never realized how intense his gaze was before. You could feel it on you even when you weren’t looking at him. You cleared your throat, searching for your words and what you were previously saying. 

Still with your hand between his, Suguru put his cheek into his free hand, looking back at your face. His fingers were playing with yours, and he was watching your lips moving and trembling slightly as you were losing your words even more. Since when did you feel this way for your closest friend? You never realized before today. 

You never hesitated again with Suguru, because he always showed you how much he loved your voice, in every circumstance.

suguru ily sm pls come back to save the world and our lives

[monzabee]

déjà vu (beyoncé’s version) – ln4

masterlist

Summary: The one where a bad prank leads to you and Lando exploring an option you thought was not an option.

Pairing: lando norris x bestfriend!reader (nicknamed Tink)

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: smut elements but no actual smut, cursing, pining and of course fluff!

Request: “Haiiii. I love your style of writing Lando and feel like you would 100% do a request justice to scratch the itch in my brain Reader and him have been childhood friends, mutual pining with some sexual tension but never crossed lines other than a new years kiss with friends etc. So reader ends up training and qualifying as a physio/masseuse and travelling with Lando bc fun besties on tour together yay! Thinking she ends up getting to know his body really well from that and has to massage some intimate area- tension builds blah. They have a cosy night in together after front row quali to prep for the race, face masks cuddles bc really physically comfortable together and then some confessions happen. After this going out to celebrate home race (not jinxing tomorrow!!) and reader ends up dancing with another driver, Lando gets jealous fully opens up and they go home together (as much detail on that as you feel comfortable with) No probs if it’s something you don’t feel inspired to write! Pls continue writing whatever you love because I love to read your stuff!!”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! am i back after a literal month of no fics?? i hope so!! thank you so much for being patient with me you guysi i appreciate it, and i just want to say that this was the first time i wrote for lando (and you can definitely thank @userlando and her lando brainrot posts for that) and i’m kind of obsessed!! so as always, thank you to the anon for the request, and i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

Being friends with Lando has resulted in both of you getting in trouble way too many times, you realise. The most recent case? The both of you ended up in a supply closet nearby the Aston Martin hospitality, hiding from a very, very, angry Spaniard. The close proximity and the limited space wouldn’t have been a big issue, for if Lando wasn’t looking at you with that look in his eyes. Under normal other circumstances, your reaction would’ve been much more different to the one you give him now – which is a glare that shows him you are not happy with the situation the both of you are in.

You’re about to scold him, but the words on your tongue quickly die as he presses his index finger to your lips. “I know you’re about to yell at me,” he whispers as he tries to keep his voice as low as possible, “but I really don’t want to be found right now.”

“Then maybe you should’ve thought about that before, you bloody idiot.” You hiss while slapping his hand away, which wins you a mock pout in return. “Why would you play that song every time he walked into a room?”

“It’s his name,” Lando tries to reason, “I thought he’d be used to it by now!”

Here’s the sitch. Lando, being the absolute prankster he is, decided to play ‘Fernando’ every time his former teammate entered into a room that morning – which resulted in the Spaniard becoming more and more annoyed with him until he snapped and Lando had to find himself a hiding place. How did you get roped into this, you may ask? You have absolutely no idea, other than your best friend dragging you into a nearby storage closet as you were walking back to the McLaren hospitality after meeting up with some of your friends for a cup of coffee. And now? The two of you are stuck inside a closet which is obviously too small for you both, and Lando has to bend his neck in an uncomfortable position.

“Lando,” you whisper in an attempt to keep your voice down, “don’t bend your head like that, you’ll strain something.”

“Well it’s not exactly comfortable, Tink.” He grimaces as one of the shelves hit his neck, which causes him to let out a low groan.

Ignoring the nickname he’s used for years, you motion him to move lower. “Just– let me see, okay?”

He begrudgingly nods as he bends his body towards you to accommodate you. You let your fingers run across his skin to find any knots along his shoulders. He lets out another low groan, but this one is more appreciative as you work some of the knots your fingers end up finding.

You watch as Lando’s expression changes from painful discomfort to relief as your fingers work their magic on his tense muscles. For a brief moment, it's just the two of you in the confined space, and you almost get lost in the comfortable silence. “Feels good,” Lando murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, “I swear you have magic hands or something.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, “I just know your body, Lando.” After realising the words that come out of your mouth, your face flushes with embarrassment at the unintended implication of your words and you scramble to add, “Not like that, I didn’t mean–”

He smirks playfully, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh, really? My body, huh? You think about my body often?” he teases, his hands squeezing your waist – and being lost in the moment, you don’t even know how they ended up there.

Your cheeks grow even hotter, and you feel your heart rate quicken. “No, that's not what I meant,” you stammer, trying to regain your composure, “and you know it’s basically my job to think about, you know?”

The mischievous glint in his eyes shine brightly as he decides to play dumb, “To think about what, baby?”

Your heart skips a beat at his teasing, and you can't help but let out a small laugh, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Don't be ridiculous, Lando,” you retort, trying to act cool despite the butterflies in your stomach. “I meant knowing your body like an expert, considering the fact that you pull a muscle every time you decide to do a physical activity.”

He chuckles, and his hands, still resting on your waist, give you a playful squeeze. "Sure, sure, Tink," he replies, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "But let's be honest, it's not just my body you know well. You practically read my mind too."

You roll your eyes, trying to playfully push him away. "Oh, please. You're not that hard to figure out."

Lando leans in a little closer, his grin still evident. "Is that so? Then tell me, oh expert of Lando Norris, what am I thinking right now?"

You raise an eyebrow, not falling for his trick. "You're probably thinking that you got away with the Fernando prank and now you owe me big time, your brain is empty most of the time."

He smirks, impressed by your response. "You're good, Tink. But you're right, I do owe you one. What can I do to make it up to you?"

You pause, the closeness between the two of you making it difficult to think clearly. "Well, for starters, maybe you can stop dragging me into your pranks and getting us into trouble," you suggest with a hint of a smile. “And I don’t know, maybe take pole for me, you know?”

As the playful banter continues, you both seem to forget about the predicament you're in. The confined space of the closet no longer feels suffocating; instead, it becomes a haven for shared laughter and camaraderie.

Just as the two of you are lost in the moment, the closet door suddenly opens, and you both freeze. The angry Spaniard stands before you once again, but this time, his expression has softened, seeing you and Lando in a surprisingly intimate moment.

"Am I interrupting something?" Fernando asks, his tone amused.

Your face turns beet red, and Lando lets out a nervous chuckle. "Oh, hey there. Just having a chat, you know."

But Fernando raises an eyebrow, still looking amused. "In a supply closet?"

You and Lando exchange a sheepish glance, realizing how the situation must appear to Fernando. "Well, we kind of got caught up in the moment," you admit, hoping he doesn't read too much into it.

Fernando chuckles, and there's a warm glint in his eyes. "I see. Well, it's none of my business, but you might want to find a less cramped place to chat next time."

You nod in agreement, grateful that Fernando seems to be taking the situation lightly. "You're right. We'll keep that in mind," you say, trying to sound casual.

Lando adds with a grin, "Yeah, and we promise not to play 'Fernando' every time you enter a room from now on." But he’s quick to correct himself when you give him a glare, “I promise not to play 'Fernando' every time you enter a room from now on."

Fernando chuckles again, seemingly amused by the whole ordeal. "I'd appreciate that. Anyway, carry on. I won't keep you two any longer."

As he walks away, you let out a sigh of relief. "That could have been a lot worse," you say, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"Yeah, we got lucky," Lando agrees, giving you a playful nudge. "But you know what they say, Tink, nothing like a bit of closet bonding to strengthen a friendship."

You roll your eyes at his playful banter, but there's a fondness in your heart as you look at him. "You're incorrigible, Lando Norris."

He grins, "You love it, though."

You can't help but smile, knowing he's right. “Come on,” you say, “you have a quali to attend.”

The tension from the qualifying session had left you on edge, your heart pounding with every lap, and your nerves had gotten the better of you, leading to some slightly bloody nails from biting them in anticipation. But all that anxiety melts away when you see Lando step out of the car, grinning ear to ear. As soon as he catches sight of you, he opens his arms, and you don't hesitate for a moment. You rush into his embrace, holding him tightly, relieved that he's safe and thrilled that he performed so well.

"You were amazing out there!" you exclaim, unable to hide the pride in your voice. "P2, front row! That's incredible!"

Lando chuckles, his arms still wrapped around you. "I don’t know how we did it!"

You pull back slightly to look into his eyes, your heart swelling with admiration for your best friend. "I never doubted you for a second," you say earnestly.

His grin widens, and he playfully ruffles your hair. "I know you didn't. Seems like you’re my lucky charm, hm?"

“You know what that means?” You ask him return, a playful smirk on your lips.

His answer comes quickly, and his look seems to reflect your own, “Pizza and a movie?”

Your reply is just as enthusiastic as you throw your arms around him and give him a big smile, “Pizza and a movie, baby!”

Eventually, you manage to escape the whole hustle and bustle of the circuit, and you and Lando find yourselves back at the hotel, with you on the couch trying to find something to watch and him deciding to take a quick shower after the stressful day of qualifying. After a few minutes, you hear the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. You smile to yourself, glad that Lando is taking some time to relax after such a demanding day. As you wait for him to finish, you finally settle on a movie to watch with a small grin on your face, clearly pleased with your choice. Just as you're about to start the movie, you hear the bathroom door open, and Lando emerges, looking refreshed and relaxed.

After he gets the pizza box out of the oven, he walks over to the couch, wearing sweatpants instead of his jeans, and flops down next to you. "That shower was exactly what I needed," he says with a contented sigh.

You chuckle, glancing at him, while also trying to actively ignore the fact that he’s wearing grey sweatpants. "Feeling better now?"

"Definitely," he replies, flashing you a grin. "So, what are we watching?"

“Mamma Mia,” you scoff, “of course.”

“A classic, nice.” He nods in understanding, extending the pizza box to you for you to take a slice. “It’s still warm.”

You wordlessly grab a slice and pass the box back to Lando as you settle in your seat, ready to focus on your choice of movie. The comfortable silence between you feels familiar, like the unspoken language of best friends who have shared countless memories and moments together. Throughout the movie, you can't help but notice Lando's occasional stolen glances at you, and you find yourself stealing glances right back. He even winks at you with that boyish grin every time he catches you staring at him, making you giggle as you quickly turn your attention back onto the screen. You somehow find yourself sprawled out on the couch once the pizza box is emptied and discarded, and it’s harder for you to keep your eyes open. With your head on Lando’s lap, he plays with the ends of your hair as the two of you try to keep your attention on the screen.

‘Try,’ being the operative word here, since Lando realises that you end up falling asleep in the middle of the movie where Sophie realises all of the men she invited to the wedding thinks they are her father, and though he finds some kind of comfort in the chaos knowing that it will get resolved eventually, he can’t help but take his role as a makeshift human pillow very seriously. As the movie continues playing, Lando tries his best not to disturb your peaceful slumber. He leans back against the couch, adjusting his position so you can rest more comfortably on his lap while also trying so hard to not wake you up. He can't help but smile to himself as he plays with your hair, finding himself mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathe.

With a sudden realisation that maybe it is not the best thing to stare at you while you sleep, he tries to occupy himself with something on his phone while also trying to keep still so that you don’t wake up. However, the text thread between him and Max quickly makes him realise that the thoughts that he tries so hard to keep away. He never gave himself the opportunity to think about the two of you that way, he supposes. Not that it would be weird or anything, but in his mind, he’d seen, and been in, far too many relationships form and de-form to know that not all is permanent when it comes to relationships and it’s also not something he’d want to risk when it comes to you. Although the unwarranted thoughts of the two of you together, as a couple, have been haunting him for the past couple of months, he did a great job of sending them away and finding something else to focus on – up until now, that is. And now that he’s pictured the two of you together, holding hands in the streets of Monaco, going on dates, doing more than what ‘best friends’ are meant to do, it doesn’t seem that daunting to give it a try.   

He carefully shifts you onto his lap with gentle movements, surprised that you don’t wake up and also trying to figure out the best way to wake you up without startling you. As he gently brushes your cheek, your eyes flutter open, and you look up at him with a sleepy smile. "Did I miss the end of the movie?" you ask, your voice still heavy with sleep.

Lando chuckles, shaking his head, but not stilling the movement of his hand. “No, we just finished. You fell asleep somewhere in the middle.”

You sit up slightly, rubbing your eyes with a small yawn. “I'm sorry,” you say, sounding apologetic.

“No need to apologise,” he assures you, his thumb caressing your cheek. “You looked adorable sleeping, Tink.”

Your cheeks flush slightly, and you give him a playful nudge. “Stop teasing me.”

Lando grins, but there's a tenderness in his eyes as he looks at you. “I'm not teasing, Tink. I mean it. You always look adorable, no matter what you're doing.”

You feel your heart skip a beat at his sincere compliment, and you can't help but smile back. “Thank you,” you say softly, feeling a warmth spreading through you, “I, uh, I should probably go to my room and let you sleep.”

“What? No, you don’t have to go.” Lando’s eyebrows furrow on their own, “I mean, you could stay over, it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

You give him an unsure look, “I don’t know, Lando, you have a race tomorrow.”

“And we’ll sleep,” he shrugs, “the name ‘sleepover’ implies that, baby.”

You end up giving in and nodding, albeit a little hesitant. "Alright, I'll stay over."

Lando's face lights up with a bright smile, clearly pleased with your decision. "Great! It'll be fun, just like old times."

You chuckle softly. "Yeah, just like old times."

And you’d expect it to feel like the old times, because the two of you said it would be like the old times – the times where you’d spend the night over at his house because his mother picked you up and you didn’t want the playtime to be over. But instead of the excitement of a prolonged play date with your best friend, you find yourself anxious in the hotel bathroom over the fact that it’s him out there, and there is no way that he is not aware of the way you feel about him. You take a moment to compose yourself, splashing some cold water on your face to calm your nerves. This situation is new territory for both of you, and you don't want anything to ruin the friendship the two of you have. When you eventually make your way out of the bathroom, you desperately want to go back in, feeling undoubtedly exposed under Lando’s burning gaze.

“What?” You ask, your voice coming off weaker than you hoped, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

It takes a minute for him to answer you, mainly because of the fact that poor Lando is having a brain malfunction at the sight of you in his shirt – which he gave it to you because it was the only logical option for sleepwear, you know? Suddenly regretting his possessive streak, he attempts to clear his throat, “Nothing, you look good in my clothes.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you try not to let yourself become reduced to a blubbering mess, “Oh, well thank you. It’s yours,” after a brief moment of realisation you quickly add, “but you already knew that.”

“Tink,” he calls out, snapping you out of whatever embarrassed state you’re in, and your eyes quickly snap to his. “Come here,” he pleads as he extends one of his towards you, he’s quick to draw you into his arms – and just like that, you find yourself straddling your best friend.

“This is crazy,” you whisper as Lando grabs you by the waist to still your movements as you try to find a comfortable position while not realising just how uncomfortable it becomes for him.

“It doesn’t have to be,” his whisper is just as soft as yours as he looks up to you, “we don’t have to make it weird.”

A compromise, you’ll take it. “Are you going to kiss me?”

“Do you want me to kiss you?” As much as you hate it when he replies to your questions with his own, you nod your head with a sheepish look on your face, though it doesn’t satisfy Lando as a valid answer. “I need you to say it, baby.”

You answer comes of in an instant. “I do, please.”

“Such good manners,” he mumbles while giving you that boyish grin you love oh so much. When he catches biting the corner of your lip, you’re broken out of your daydream by his thumb pulling your lip free. “Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself,” his thumb caresses the side of your lip, “that’s my job, anyway.”

Your cheeks flush at his playful comment, and you can't help but smile at his words. "Your job, huh?" you tease, feeling the tension in the air starting to dissipate.

Lando chuckles, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your waist. "Among other things," he replies with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before you give yourself the opportunity to overthink, you lean in and press a soft kiss to Lando’s lips – it’s only a peck, a hesitant one at that, but not completely uncharted territory when you think about it. The two of you have shared kisses before, at Christmas or New Year’s at midnight, but somehow this simple peck feels different than any of those other occasions. Lando doesn’t rush you. He’s a patient man after all, and he knows that the feelings he has for you are reciprocated by the feelings you have for him. So when you look him with widened eyes, he gives you a soft smile and it does wonders to calm your nerves. It doesn’t take you long to press your lips against his once again, but this time the kiss is deeper, more passionate, and filled with the unspoken words that have lingered between you for too long.

It starts off with another peck, but this time you take the initiative to deepen the kiss, and the appreciative groan that leaves Lando’s lips makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. His hands move from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, while yours tangle in his hair, revelling in the softness of his curls – and the fact that all of this feels almost familiar in some kind of a way. He’s not shy as he lets his tongue explore your mouth, in fact, he encourages you to do the same. It’s a messy kiss filled with colliding tongues and mixed breaths, and the hands that were on your waist one moment are now on your hips, encouraging their slow movement against his groin. It’s not a subtle build-up for any of you, either. It a matter of seconds, you find yourself dry-humping your childhood best friend in his hotel room, and in a couple more, both of you are whimpering into the kiss.

You’re both out of breath and breathing deeply as you rest your forehead against Lando’s. Thankfully, his hands continue to guide your hips as their movement get more and more erratic, and you him groan out, “Slow down, baby.”

You let out an objective whimper in return, whispering out a weak, “No.”

“No?” Lando repeats, his breath hitting your exposed neck in a light chuckle, “Do you want to come?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumble, letting your hands grab handfuls of his hair, “but you can’t fuck me.”

The whine that comes from your lips can only be described as bratty when Lando forces your hips to cease their movements, raising an eyebrow at you as he grumbles, “Excuse me?”

“You can’t fuck me, Lando.” You mumble, trying to move your hips again, but his hold is too powerful against your attempts. “At least not tonight.”

“And why is that, Tink?” He takes in your wide eyes and shuddering breath in, thinking he’d done something wrong, something you didn’t like. “You want to come, no?” He thinks at that moment, as you give him a nod with that dreamy and almost innocent look on your face, he could die and he’d be happy with where his life has led him, but he gives you a confused look, “Then what is the problem?”

“Um, you have a race tomorrow,” you explain as your fingers gently slide down to meet at the nape of his neck, “I don’t want to jinx anything.”

As a respond to your words, Lando gives you a look of disbelief, “You don’t want to jinx me having a good race,” he mumbles.

You give him another nod, “Are you mad at me?”

 “Am I mad at you?” Lando repeats the question, and he flips the two of you over in a smooth motion so that you're lying on the bed with him hovering above you, his eyes locked onto yours. “Answer the question for me, will you?”

You take a moment to catch your breath, your heart racing as you meet his intense gaze. “No,” you reply softly, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “Why would you be mad at me?”

Lando's lips curve into a playful smile as he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “See?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours, “Good girl.” As he moves down your body, you let out a protesting sound, but he quickly shushes you as he positions himself between your legs. “I’m going to make you come, and you’re not talking to Micheal Italiano ever again.” He taps the side of your hips to signal you to raise them up as he carefully takes off your underwear and then murmurs to himself, “Pretty girl, too.”

With a blush which is quickly spreading onto your cheeks and neck, you raise yourself onto your elbows as you watch him give you the do-over. “Lando,” you plead.

“Oh baby, you're wet,” he teases, “don’t worry, though, I’ll help you with that.” He also gives you a look while grabbing both of your thighs, “And the shirt fucking stays on.”

After the events of the previous night with Lando working wonders between your legs for the remainder of the night, he honestly didn’t expect to start the morning with you returning the favour. Alas there you were, between his legs, with sleepy eyes and an innocent smile as if you hadn’t just given him the best blowjob of his life. And as the two of you make your way along the paddock, he wishes he was back in his hotel room with you in his arms. You try your best to distract him from overthinking everything and costing himself the race, and Lando is aware of what you’re trying to do – though that doesn’t mean you succeed completely.

You can tell by the small frown of eyebrows that he is lost inside his head, probably double guessing every aspect of the strategy his team debriefed him about this morning. With a deep inhale, you give his hand a small squeeze, halting your movements to stop him alongside you. “Hey,” you call out gently, “you’re going to be amazing out there, okay? You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know, it’s just the pressure is getting to me.” You watch him sigh, closing his eyes for a moment to regroup his thoughts, “I’ll be fine before I go in the car, I promise.”

You nod, giving him an encouraging smile, “I know you will. After all, you feel the–”

“Need for speed.” He completes the sentence without thinking, which makes the two of share a short laughter. “Thanks, Tink.”

“You’re welcome,” lifting yourself up on your tiptoes, you give him a soft peck on his lips, “I’ll watch the race with your dad, okay?” You chuckle at his reaction when he lets out a prolonged groan, “What?”

“He’s going to make fun of us, big time.” He says, rolling his eyes.

“Go,” you say in between laughter, “don’t be late and for the love of God, be careful!”

Lando chuckles at your playful warning, giving you a mock salute. “Yes, ma'am!”

It doesn’t take long for you to find Adam, who gives you a knowing look, in the sea of spectators in the McLaren garage. And as the race begins, you and Adam stand side by side, your eyes fixed on the track where the race is unfolding. The first four laps as the Lando leads the race makes your heart beat so hard, you can practically feel the excitement coursing through your veins. Each turn and straightaway that Lando navigates flawlessly adds to the anticipation building in the air. Even when he returns to his original position, you’re on the edge, praying to whatever deity up there for him to finish this race without and incident. You’ve told him million times before that you don’t get F1 at all, you’ve always thought the adrenaline linked with the sport to be a negative feeling – too heavy, too much and definitely not something you want to feel every weekend. But in the moment that Lando passes the finishing line P2, you realise why people are so obsessed with this sport. Because when Lando crosses the finish line, you find yourself cheering as loudly as anyone else. The rush of emotions, once alien to you, now feels like a shared celebration of human achievement and dedication.

Lando is all smiles when he finally finds his way back to you, and he’s giving you a kiss the moment he has you back in his arms; celebrating with the team in the paddock was a whirlwind of emotions. As he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, his big smile is infectious.

So you’re honestly confused when he starts dragging you through the hallways of the club you went to for his celebrations with the rest of the team. The beat of the music playing back in the dancefloor echoes in the hallway as he leads you down the hall. The lights, the laughter, and the energy of the celebrations in the main area of the club are still audible, but you can only hear the muffled sounds of the celebration being held for him. “Lando,” in hopes of finally getting some answers, you say his name for the umpteenth time, but he just looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, “what’s wrong?”

He's silent as he wraps his arms around your waist and before you can repeat your question he buries his head in the crook of your neck. While you’re thinking about what could’ve caused his sudden need to be alone with you, he’s very glad that you’ve opted to wear sneakers tonight instead of heels.

“Baby,” you murmur, your fingers running through his curls in an attempt to bribe him, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong.” His voice is muffled by your skin and you can feel the breath he exhales on your shoulder.

You purse your lips and give him a few moments for him to break on his own, but when he doesn’t, you sigh softly. “Something is wrong.”

He raises his head momentarily to give you an unamused look, then bury his head back into your neck, “I saw you and Oscar.”

“Yeah, we were talking about the race.” Your confirmation leaves you confused as he lets out a scoff, and you find yourself warily asking, “Is there something wrong with that?”

You hear him scoff again and then, “Well I didn’t particularly like it.”

You gently push him off of you as you try to look past his confused expression and pouted lips, “You didn’t like me talking to your teammate… about your race.”

“Well when you put it like that–”

“Lando he is two years younger than us, and he has a girlfriend you do realise that, don’t you?” Your hands rest on either side of your body on your hips as you give him a small grin, “You were jealous, weren’t you?”

His eyes widen as he nods, “Well yeah, Tink, I think that one was very much obvious when I dragged you here.”

“I mean,” you drawl, “it was kind of cute, you know?”

As his eyes narrow, Lando walks you backwards until you’re pressed up against the wall. “Well I am a cute person.”

“Oh yeah,” you let out a giggle, “the cutest.” Your fingers toy with the buttons of his shirt while you look up at him to meet his eyes, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That we should probably get back to the party?” He mumbles, his eyes drifting as he looks around the hall.

You fist the collar of his shirt as you raise yourself up on your tiptoes, your voice lowering down for only him to hear even if it’s a deserted hallway, “You don’t have a race tomorrow.”

His eyes come back down to meet yours, “Well yes, it’s Mond– oh,” it takes a moment for him to realise what you’ve meant, and you’re thrown over his shoulder in an instant.

“Wha– Lando put me down!” You shriek, “What are you doing?”

His voice is playful as he starts walking towards the back door of the club, “We are not leaving that hotel room for a few days.”  

It doesn’t take long for you to start laughing, “You’re an idiot.”

“Maybe,” he shrugs the opposite shoulder, “but I’m your idiot.”

The sincerity in his words catches you off guard, but you can’t help the small smile forming on your lips as you murmur, “Yeah, yeah you are.”

[i-am-beckyu]

Just out of Reach, but Never out of Sight

HELLO! I RETURN WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER! At least it's not been a year this time only 11 months. Been writing this and chapter 6 on and off for a while and writers block is a pain when life is also kicking my ass so glad to get this out here. Enjoy!

Chapter 5: Trails

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4 cw: minor panic and anxiety. Kind of a fluffy chapter and just a lot of sus times lol.

wc: 3149

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

Tommy trailed his way down the long concrete path making sure to stick to the edge furthest from the road. The two beans walked just a step ahead of him, but the borrower was overly conscious of that. 

The last thing he wanted was for them to notice him dropping their little blue pebbles for a trail.

Wilbur was leading them down the path while Phil was walking with Tommy on his left and neither of them seemed to notice the boy shoving his hand in his pocket every few minutes before pulling out a few more pebbles to drop. If they had, they certainly hadn’t mentioned it.

It was a blessing how Beans could be so unobservant sometimes, and the boy hoped it would stay that way a little longer.

They’d been walking roughly ten minutes or so and so far they had only made two turns when they got to an intersection and side street, so the Borrower was confident in his abilities to get back with little to no trouble even without the pebbles, but the further they walked, the heavier the weight in his pocket became.

At this point, it was probably luck they hadn’t seen the pebbles or at least heard the tink of one dropping every now and then. Tommy had to suppress a flinch every time a stone clinked a little louder than others, but Phil and Wilbur continued walking none the wiser to the Borrower’s inner turmoil. 

Technoblade had said a brief goodbye from down the corridor before they'd left this morning since he still had his head buried in school work which was a slight relief for the boy, but still; two Beans walking him into unknown territory was nerve wracking enough, and there was no guarantee they’d be happy with just leaving him at the park to get home alone like they had arranged.

Here’s hoping they did when they arrived. 

“Not much further now Toms,” Wilbur said as he stretched his arms out in front of him before flopping them down to his sides as they walked. “Just around the next corner is the park and the playground.”

“It’s the only playground where the slide is red, since there’s a few playgrounds in this park if you’re still a bit lost.” Phil added as they turned the corner and sure enough, there was the park. 

In front of them stood an arrangement of large plastic and metal structures, all in different bright colours of reds, yellows, blues and greens. There were platforms mounted above the ground, and what looked like giant spider webs made from thick ropes suspended by metal beams. Some platforms had ladders to get up and down them and others ramps. There were even poles mounted away from the platforms to get down quickly from. It was nothing like Tommy had ever seen and none of the structures made any sense. This certainly wasn’t a normal thing he’d seen humans in before. If anything it was more like the inside of the walls once Borrowers got established; using anything and everything to just get around by any means necessary.

What on earth did Beans need to do with this? 

“Well here we are.” Phil announced as he made his way over to a bench before taking a seat. “We’re at the West end of the park but you should be able to work out which direction to go from here, right Tommy?”

“Oh- yeah, um.” Tommy jerked his head away from the playground to Phil as he came back to reality. “Yeah I know exactly where I am.” he laughed nervously hoping they wouldn’t notice his slight blunder.

He quickly glanced around taking in the rest of his surroundings, noticing a path that headed off further into the park rounding a big thicket of bushes.

“Yep just gotta head down that path over there and I’ll be on my way home big man.”

“You sure you don’t want us to walk you there?” Wilbur asked, concern written all over his face as Tommy stepped back waving him off. 

“Thanks, but no thanks. You’ve both already done so much for me and I’ll be fine to get there on my own.” the boy affirms with a smirk. “I’m tougher than I look.”

The Beans share a look, but concede, knowing they couldn’t just force themselves into Tommy’s life. They couldn’t just follow the kid home if he was against it. Definitely got laws about that. 

“Alright if you’re sure. Just get home safe then mate.” Phil smiled warmly as he came over to Wilbur placing a hand on his son's shoulder noticing how he was starting to get fidgety. He knew Wilbur didn’t want to let the kid go as much as he did, but he needed to settle.

“And Tommy just so you know, you’re welcome at our house any time.” 

“Yeah we’d love to get to know you better if you want to hang out sometime too.” Wilbur perked up at the notion looking to his Dad who nodded in agreement. “Would be so down for pizza and chill.” 

Tommy didn’t quite understand how freezing pizza would be fun since it tasted amazingly better when warm but he shrugged it off. “Um, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Facing them one last time and taking the moment in, Tommy thanked the Beans for their help and hospitality (and silently for not immediately hating him) before turning and walking off down the path.

Phil and Wilbur smiled sadly as they watched him go until the blonde was out of view past the thick foliage. Part of Phil really wished they had insisted on getting him to his front door and Wilbur wished he hadn’t gone at all. The boy that had barreled into their lives had seemed to leave a piece missing already despite knowing him for such a short period of time. 

After a few minutes of lingering about (just in case he returned), the pair of Beans eventually began to make their way back to the house solemnly, their thoughts with the bright haired blonde. 

“We should have insisted on getting him back to the front door.” Wilbur grumbled as he kicked a pebble hard off the path and onto the road. Phil sighed as he patted his son on the back, ushering him to keep moving. 

“Come on mate. We’ll talk about this at home.” 

He just had to hope if the kid needed help again, they knew to reach out.

Back through the thickage, Tommy patiently stood and watched through the branches till the two Beans disappeared around the road corner and then some in case they came back. He couldn’t risk them seeing him follow them back and be caught a second time. 

When he was sure they were gone, he emerged from his hiding spot and trudged his way over to the playground scowling at the hunk of junk.

Honestly, what were the Beans thinking making this thing? What kind of purpose did this waste of plastic serve doing in the middle of a park?

Being called a ‘playground’ he guessed meant that humans played on it, but the things he’d seen Beans play with or on usually involved screens or Board games. I mean there was that one time he watched a human family play football, but that was literally a ball being kicked around. 

Although that one did remind him a bit of Bug ball from before he got kicked out of the colony. He’d never been allowed to play of course. The other kids were all wrongins that wouldn’t let him play. Like most of their games…

Tommy shook his head.

Dwelling on the past wasn’t going to help him much right now. He had a trail to follow. 

Checking to make sure the coast was clear, Tommy set off back the way he had come retracing his steps. It didn’t take him long to find some of the pebbles he dropped earlier and as he heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Home wasn’t lost and he’d be back before he knew it.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t start sprinting down the path. 

He’d been lucky up to this point with getting out of the Crafts house without revealing his secret and even luckier they had let him go at all. The last thing he wanted to happen was for his trail to magically disappear and get lost again.

It was better to get back home as quickly as possible. Phil and Wilbur surely would have made it back to the house by now and even if he did plan to visit them again, he’d need to figure out a better plan first so step one: get home.

As he approached the first T junction, he glanced down looking for his trail and instantly locked onto his pebbles. He slowed down, checking around the fence on the corner both ways to make sure there were no Beans up ahead, his senses heightened and on full alert for potential dangers. 

The streets themselves appeared barren of any Beans walking up and down them for the time being, but Tommy could hear the honking of horns somewhere off in the distance meaning there were definitely Beans around, just not where he could see them for now. 

Good. 

He didn’t need to meet any more Beans today.  

Grinning, Tommy stepped out and continued following his trail home, continuing to check for threats every so often but mostly keeping his eyes trained on the pebble trail as he went.

He’d be back in the walls before Lunch.

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Techno sighed as he closed his text book. 

Finally finished his assignment. 

And even a few hours left to submit it before the deadline. Honestly he thought he’d be here for at least another two hours. He’d been stuck on this one section on Ancient Egypt for a while and wasn’t sure if he’d break his writer's block as quickly as he had, but let’s go for textbook answers he guessed.

He stretched his back as it popped from the unhealthy way he’d been hunched over his work, but finally he could relax for a bit before starting the next essay. Sure it wasn’t due for another two days, but Techno liked to be punctual and get stuff done well within time. He could have had this done a week earlier had he not had to work in a group, but group work wasn’t optional as his teachers had explained and he’d be damned if he got marked down for forceful collaboration. 

It’s their fault for not doing their portion of the research fast enough that he got delayed. In fact he’d probably done 75% of the research himself instead of the 25% like he was supposed to when he was made to work with two of the class clowns who basically did nothing. He’s lucky Niki had at least done her part that he wasn’t left to do the entire thing himself. He’d made a note at the end of his report in the bibliography to reference who had gotten what information so that it didn’t affect his part of the grade if something was left out and emailed the teacher to let them know of the circumstances.

He would not be letting those slackers mooch off his hard work for an easy grade.

Of course this did mean he missed out on properly getting to greet their families brief house guest. Unfortunately, the assignment had to take priority over meeting the kid since it was worth 60% of his overall grade for the semester, but he knew his Dad understood that. It just made him look like a bad host. Although, if he gandered a guess, Tommy (like so many other newcomers he’d met) didn’t exactly seem thrilled in his presence. 

He looked worse for wear from their first introduction and perhaps him being out of the picture wasn’t a terrible thing if the kid had been abused like his family assumed. He’d seemed utterly terrified when they passed each other in the hallway this morning and the teen did feel bad for adding unnecessary stress if he was. But something also felt off about Tommy.

He couldn’t exactly place it, but something about the kids' presence didn’t sit right with him. Call it a sixth sense, but it felt like Tommy wasn’t everything he appeared to be. There was just something that told him that he wasn’t all he appeared, but for the life of him he couldn’t pinpoint what. Of course he’d only had a very short interaction with the blonde, so maybe there was more to his story than what he let on, but only time would reveal what that could possibly be. 

He may not even have the chance to discover what that may be now that he is gone. Phil and Wilbur were bound to be back any time now. Wil had texted him when they had gotten to the park and texted again when they were on their way back so they’d probably be back in through the front door any minute now. 

He just had to hope that this matter was resolved and they could get back to normal with Tommy out of the picture. No offence to the kid, but he didn’t need to worry about making someone new feel comfortable in his presence right now. 

Yes he knows he’s socially awkward. Sue him if he’d rather be in his room studying than having to worry about not giving another person a heart attack for being 6’2 and dressing like an absolute King they all cower like peasants.

Okay maybe that’s a bit harsh but eh. Can’t win 'em all.

A shuffling of keys slipping out of a pocket and into a lock was the cue Techno heard to know his family had returned. In walked Wilbur somberly, as the brunette trudged past the dining room and into the living room, before flopping face first down into the couch cushions. 

“Hey we’re back.” Phil called as he closed the door as Technoblade emerged from his room and met his youngest by the dining room entryway and cast a tired look to his other son moping on the couch. 

“Wilbur, look I know you like Tommy but you can’t come back and act like the world is ending.” 

“Don’t. Care.” Came back a muffled reply through the cushion, as Techno rolled his eyes at his younger brother. 

And Wilbur says he’s dramatic.

“He spends a day with some lonely teenager and is already attached.” Techno scoffs as he waltzes over to take a seat in the old recliner as his brother abruptly pushes up from the couch to retort. 

“I’m not attached, I’m just concerned for his well being which if someone had actually been polite and been there when we were talking to him would know.”

“Wilbur.” Phil warned as the brunette glared daggers at his nonchalant brother as he picked up the day's newspaper from the coffee table. “You know Techno has had a lot on his plate with his assignments. Besides, you saw how Tommy reacted when they met. Kid was already under enough stress as it was. No offence Tech.”

“None taken.” He replied as he flicked the paper out to better read the news.

“Well still, he should have at least tried to make an effort.” Wilbur spat before face planting back into the cushion.

Typical Wilbur.

Always the drama queen. 

Phil just sighed as he dragged a hand down his face giving Techno an apologetic look as his other son rolled his eyes. This morning's events had certainly been a lot. There was still a part of him that wanted to race back to the park just in case Tommy was still there. It was silly; he knew that, but that didn’t change how he felt about it. Wasn’t hard to see where Wilbur got his clinginess from- even if he himself had his emotions in check.

“Do you think we’ll ever see him again?” Wilbur asked softly, hope evident despite knowing the answer. 

“That will depend on Tommy I’m afraid.” 

The offer was there. Their doors were open if Tommy were to come back and something told Phil he might. The child didn’t seem to have received an ounce of true care before meeting them and Tommy obviously craved it. But his cautious nature seemed to be holding him back and he couldn’t blame him if his suspicions were right. 

“If he ever needs help, he’ll know where to find us.”

“We shouldn’t have let him go in the first place.” Wilbur protested sourly as he sat up and abruptly crossed his arms. “What if he goes back home and gets hurt worse that he doesn’t make it out huh? We don’t even know where he lives to help him if something goes wrong!” 

Phil sighed tiredly as he walked over and joined Wilbur on the couch, throwing his arm over his son's shoulder and rubbing the other comfortingly.

“Wilbur, I know your heart is in the right place and I’m so proud of you for keeping calm when we left him at the park, but if we had forced Tommy to tell us and made him take us back, what would that feel like for Tommy?” Phil gave his son’s shoulder a squeeze. 

“Do you think you’d trust me again if you didn’t know me and forced me to tell you things that might get you hurt for sharing later? How do we know that us showing up might escalate things further and put Tommy in danger? We just don’t know.”

Wilbur leaned into his father’s embrace and pushed his head into his fathers shoulder like he was six years old and trying to hide from the world again. 

“I hate it when you’re right.” he muffledly replied in the blondes embrace.

Techno eyed his father and brother from behind the paper and mentally groaned. It didn’t take a genius to know that his Dad had grown attached to the boy like his brother and if they did show their face back here, it’d be just his luck they’d have a new permanent resident soon. His family knew how to be patient when it mattered.

He couldn’t say he was surprised really. His family had been helping people like Tommy for years. Phil was like a mother bird and everyone in need of help his chicks. It was admirable in all honesty, but he just couldn’t shake his thoughts from earlier.

It shouldn’t bother him really, but that same funny feeling returned when the boy's terror filled eyes flashed in his mind and that off feeling returned. 

Perhaps he should have stayed and met Tommy properly…

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YAY! IT'S OUT! FINALLY! Techno is so sus of Tommy and I love it! There's a reason he avoids Techno's stuff and I can't wait to do more with his character soon!

I have gone back and forth on this Chapter so many times it's not funny! Chapter 6 is being written and I have probably jinxed myself saying it, but I hope to get the next part out sooner than to have such a massive gap between chapters. It really is my baby and I just want to get it finished! Thanks to Munchkin for Beta reading for me again (and fixing my bad grammar again lol)

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[imagionationstation]

the fact that there's no fanart of the 2012 gang and Tinkerbell interacting is insulting to me, like, picture it.

-April and Tink are both voiced by Mae Whitman (except in Peter Pan of course)

-Tink and Donnie bonding over them both being tinkers.

-Tink having a crush on Donnie, and kicking April and pulling her hair because of jealousy, the way she does to Wendy in Peter Pan.

-I can picture Donnie saying something like, "how are we supposed to get up there?" And then Tink covers him in pixie dust and the gang are all baffled as Donnie starts floating.

-Tink and Raph bonding over their tempers.

-Leo having a little tea party with Tink, because Leo had tea parties with Chloe, and Tink had tea Parties with the little girl in the Great fairy rescue movie.

-Tink and Mikey getting into trouble together.

Are you seeing the vision?????

OKAY THIS IS CRIMANAL WHY IS THERE NO FANART OF THIS

This is such a cute idea, actually. So, so hear me out:

Donnie first hears the soung of bells while on patrol and goes to track the random light at the corner of his eyes but finds nothing and the audience sees a flutter of sparkles at the corner of the screen. His brothers tease him for hearing things and they go to the lair and he pouts to his lab and Tinker Bell has been following them this whole time (Four. Talking. Turtles. Who WOULDN'T follow?). Then she ends up exploring his lab and :0000 He's so cool look at all this stuff!!

And then she reveals himself to him and he goes to show his brothers but when they enter the lab Tink is just gone. Then he's frustrated when they leave and Tink reveals herself again 'cause she was hiding bc she's a FAIRY she can't just go around showing herself to EVERYONE she just thinks he's smart and wants to hang with a fellow inventor who uses nothing and makes something.

And so instead of following April around he becomes preoccupied with the tiny fairy in his lab and they learn how to communicate (kinda) and bond and THAT'S when she develops a crush on him because lkdfjgldkfjgld he's so PASSIONATE AND KIND AND SWEET

Then during a mission, she saves him by using her fairy dust and then she HAS to reveal herself because now his brothers think his delulu is spreading because THAT'S NOT THE NORM???

And then after she reveals herself to everyone, they do bonding things and silliness all around and Splinter is just kinda like "cool a kodama (Japanese tree spirit) is in my home why not" and Tink has met the parent and everyone knows what they say about getting introduced to the parent and then April enters the picture and Tink is no longer Donnie's fascination and she DOES NOT like that no sir

But since she's a fairy and talks through bells, she can't TELL HIM why it is that she's annoyed. She just IS and she's randomly really, really, aggressive to April which baffles EVERYONE because she's been so friendly and sweet the whole time so-

[briabooknerd]

The trouble with tink

Vidia and the fairy crown

Beck and the great berry battle

Lily's pesky plant

Rani in the mermaid lagoon

Fira and the full moon

A masterpiece for bess

Prilla and the butterfly lie

Tink, North of Neverland

Beck beyond the sea

Kiki Thorpe