#extremely short

"Wait, hold on!" You called out to the all too sunny animatronic, trying to catch up to his lanky strides as he maneuvered himself through the circus. Away from you.

He does not answer you, rays spinning about with a few clicks that would be audible if not for the distance that was between the two of you. One that you were trying your damned best to close.

Just when you thought he'd stop– at least to hear you out, he ducked underneath an entryway lined with colorful red and yellow plastic tassels. You huffed, tailing behind him.

You do not take notice of the subtle change in scenery. A tall mirror in the far corner, multiple rings varying in different sizes and colors set up behind you....the faded marks of where stars used to be above you–

At once, the sunny animatronic turned around, snapping down to your level so quickly that you startle at the speeded movement.

"Some things are better left where they are." He chirped far too happily, eyes beginning to crescent as he continued, "And some people should stick to their designated employment zones!"

Before your mouth could open with the clear offense that you took, the sunny animatronic continued. "I must ask that you stop pestering me and the staff with all your..." He leaned closer, hands placed on his knees as if he was talking to a child, "misguided questions. The name that keeps coming out of your mouth, is of little concern. You have my word!" Again. Is voice is far too chipper.

Even still, you could feel the animosity. He purposefully refused to use Moon's name. Purposefully had chosen to Ignore a fellow animatronic, that was obviously in dire need of help. Anger burned in your chest, just as questions burned the back of your mind.

"I don't understand," You tried, pushing down the negative feelings that were beginning to simmer between you and the sun themed animatronic. "Moon really needs–"

"I could care less of what he needs." The tone of his voice completely caught you off guard. There was no more jolly and silly sweetness that he would show off to guests. It was lower, lacking any enthusiasm whatsoever. It almost lacked any emotion at all. Almost.

Bowser swore he didn’t soften up for the ghost dog- he swears!

(idk how to put it on (╥﹏╥))

What a Late-Night Hangout Can Do To Your Straightness

Summary: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shortfic lavashipping :]

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There were times where Kai was emotionally exhausted and for no exact reason. It was a recurring pattern of which he's called "the month of hell", and consists of a week of neutral optimism, 2 weeks made up of extremely emotional reactions from his part and different emotional experiences, and then a week of emotional exhaustion. He never knew the cause for this, but it happened, and there was just a certain someone who would stick to him whenever it would happen.

"I'm just saying," His voice was a bit difficult to understand because of the bubblegum he was chewing, a habit of Cole's "that it was a pretty dumb choice to pick one of them at all. She should've stayed single and ran away from there!" Kai wasn't exactly paying attention to all of his crush's ramblings about a series he had been watching lately, but what he was paying attention to was to how pretty he looked under the moonlight. It always did wonders to Cole's skin, specially his eyes, as it's dim white lighting would always make it stand out.

(a/n) hi!! it’s been awhile lol. after being away from writing for too long, i needed to write a quick lil fic to get the ~creative juices~ flowing again. 

and boom-- this fic was born.

jotted this down in like half an hour so it is by no means The Best, but i think it’s pretty cute ^^ i can see this turning into a series (modern!au, anyone?) so if you’re interested, just lmk!!

thank you for reading, and also your continued patience with me. now please enjoy!

(extremely) short fluff and no spoilers!

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Dimitri’s cautious blues peered over the torn, wrinkled edge of his book, his jaw tightening at the slight smile that adorned your lips. Your luminous (E/C) eyes seemed to grow brighter and brighter as it absorbed line after line on the page; seeing that lighthearted expression on your face made his heart skip a beat or two.  

Goddess you were so, so beautiful.

The prince rested his slightly achy jaw on his knuckles as the book he was holding grew slack in his hands-- slack enough for it to tumble out of his grasp and crash onto the wooden table with a noticeable boom. All eyes-- including yours-- flashed to the source of what pretty much sounded like a cannon going off in the quiet study. Dimitri, heart racing and tummy churning, sent an apologetic nod to every slightly annoyed patron before burying his nose into the crease of his barely-read book, hoping that its yellowed pages would shelter his reddening cheeks from peering eyes.

Unlike every other student in the room, you found the little display of bashfulness from the almighty Prince Dimitri almost too adorable! Giggling to yourself, you quietly nestled back into the secure plushiness of your large armchair and slowly slipped back into a world whose sole existence relied on black ink chipped with time and the fingers of patron’s before you. 

After that whole... experience, Dimitri would have loved nothing more than to crawl away from yet another new addition to his laundry list of social blunders and just tuck himself away from the world. But once again, your innocent smiles and displays of unadulterated joy placed him under a fresh spell, bounding him further into his seat.

One day, Dimitri will find the courage within to walk up and talk to you.

One day, Dimitri will hear your muted giggles in their full, unfiltered glory. 

One day.

The sounds of domesticity were all around her, little hisses and burbles and sizzlings in her horns as she hummed one of the koto songs she was learning. The humming quickly turned into actual song, meaningless syllables tra-la-la-ing off her tongue as she swayed her hips and let her tail bounce lightly off the side of the stove and the drawers in the counters. A knife rested easily in her hands and she chopped and cut with a keen precision.

A radish here. A sausage there. Cupping and shaping the rice. Adding the little details in seaweed. Popping little pins into the tamago and the ginger to keep the folded shapes neat. Carefully not burning herself on the curried patties. Then packing it all away in a little box that she tied up in a cloth. The finishing touch, a little note-