#I'll give you grandparent candy

[modmad]

trying not to jinx it but my beloved old macbook is starting to give way (battery won't recharge) and I'm starting to look at other options- I have my backup pc laptop but as someone who draws a lot the mac was much nicer in terms of user friendliness. but. the planned obscelenecnense... so help me out!

[footballfanficwriter]

Dinner with the Bellinghams

Summary:After being in Madrid for a long time, Denise has invited Jude,reader and their kids for Dinner

"Are you happy to be home?" I ask Jude

"Yeah, It's been such a long time"

We're in England, after not being here for such a long time and it's been some  time since the kids have seen their grandparents

"I'm so excited to taste nan's Chicken Roast, it's been such a long time" Alice says

"Or her creamy mashed potatoes" Alicia replies

I turn to Jude and he smiles at me

"Are we there yet?" they both ask

"That's the tenth time you've both asked that" Jude replies

A sigh is heard from behind the both of us

"We're almost there" I reply

we finally arrive and decide to park In the driveway

The minute the car stops Alice attempts to open the door, but stops remembering that it's child locked

"Dad can you please open the door"

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming"

I make my way out the car and walk to Alicia's side and open the door as Jude does the Same for Alice

The minute the doors open the girls race eachother to the front door and wait patiently for the Jude and I too arrive

Jude knocks on the door and after a minute the door opens to reveal Mark

"GRANDAD" the girls scream and tackling his legs

"My gosh look who it is, you've both grown so much, you lot are gonna be as tall as me one day"

The girls giggle and Jude and I step forward to hug Mark, Jude being the first amongst the two of us

"Hi dad, how are you" Jude says as he steps forward for a hug

"I'm good, just happy you guys are here" Mark replies pulling away from the hug and turning towards me

I step forward for a hug

"You've always been my favourite, between you and Jude" he whispers into my ear

I laugh at his comment

"How are you?" I ask

"Good, you know how it is here, a mad house"

"I'm sure it can't be that bad"

He releases a slight chuckle

"You're about to witness it first hand"

I give him a confused look but don't get to ask what he means

"Alright, come in everybody" Mark says and picks the girls up each resting on one arm and we follow behind

"Grandad, do the Magic trick" Alicia says

"What magic trick?"

"The one you always do, c'mon"

He places the girls down and squats to their level

"Alright", he reaches behind Alice's ear and pulls out a sweet(candy)

"Have you been cleaning your ears lately? He asks her

Alice giggles

"Do me next grandad" Alicia says

"Alright"

He reaches behind her ear and pulls out a coin

"My Gosh, I'm quiet certain that you lot have not been cleaning you ears lately"

Both girls giggle and Denise comes down the stairs

"Are those my favourite girls I hear?"

"NANA"

"Hello my Darlings, My goodness you both have grown so much"

"That's what grandad said"

"Well he was right look at you"

I walk towards her and come in for a hug

"Hi Mom, you alright?"

"Yeah, great, you still need to tell me about you know what"

"Oh yeah, I'll tell you much later"

"Ok"

I step away  and Jude steps forward and greets her

After the greetings, Alicia asks a question

"Did you make your chicken roast" Alicia asked

"And your creamy Mashed potatoes?" Alice asked

"Well actually, Your Uncle Jobe made dinner today"

"What?" Jude and I ask

"Yep, he didn't have any help as well"

"Lord have mercy" Jude says

"Oh c'mon I'm sure it won't that bad, right?" I ask

"Yeah, let's be positive, we don't know how it will turn out" Denise says

And in that moment Jobe walks out of the Kitchen and wipes his hands on the apron

"Hello everyone glad we're all here, Dinner is nearly ready" He says dressed like one of those chefs from ratatouille

"What are you wearing" Jude asks

"My chef outfit, it's great right?" Jobe asks

Jude looks at me with a smirk and I hit his bicept

"Be nice" I say

"Fine"

"Ok if you'd all just make your way to the dining room" Jobe says

We Make our way to the dining room, take our seats and patiently wait for Jobe to lay the food on the table

When he finally does we all look at it in horror

"Bon appetit, dig in"

Nobody moves

A sigh is heard next to me coming from Jude

"Guys, dinner is served" Jobe says with a bright smile

"Right, well here we go" I say reaching for the rice

I take a spoon full and place it on my plate

And everybody else follows dishing up for themselves

I turn towards the kids and ask them what the would like to eat

And they both tell me as I place the food on their plates

We say grace and Denise turns to Jobe

"Are you not eating love?" Denise asks Jobe trying to prolong the inevitable

"No I already had something to eat, so that there would be enough food for everyone, if anyone wanted seconds"

"Well isn't that nice of you Jobe" I say

"Thank you, now go on and eat, your food will get cold"

Everyone starts by going for different things on their plate and placing it in their mouths

Alice starts with her piece of chicken, continuously chewing it with  determination and one of her eyebrows raised

I turn to Alicia and see her trying to figure out what she's just put into her mouth, is it rice,mashed potatoes or both

Next I see Denise and Mark exchange looks and open their pastries that are in front of them to reveal a brown looking gravy with what looks like meat

A cough is heard besides me, coming from none other than my Husband

He's picking at his plate with the same facial expression as Alicia trying to figure out if it's mashed pumpkin or is it mashed carrots and why the pasta is in a ball shape

"So guys how is it?"

"Great Jobe I really like the pasta, really unique way of making it, you're gonna need to give me the recipe for this" I say

Jude and the kids look at me with horror, like I've just said the most diabolical thing in the world

"Yeah, the pasties are really delicious, I like the chicken inside it" Denise says

"That's beef" Jobe says

"Oh, well I like it very much, right Mark?" She asks

"Yep, Most definitely, really delicious"

"And you Jude, how's you meal?" Jobe asks

"Uhm, it's, I can't put it into words, it's just so good that I have nothing to say that can describe the taste, I'm speechless"

"Alicia, Alice?" Jobe asks

"Yeah, I really like the chicken uncle Jobe, my favourite, I wish mommy made it like this" Alice says

"Well I'll give her the recipe and you can have it every night"

"My God" Jude mutters under his breath

"Great" she replies with the brightest smile

"Alicia?"

"I love the Mashed potatoes, it's like nana made them" she replies

We all look at him and he looks proud of himself

"I'll go and get dessert, I made it myself"

"Oh wow, just when you think you've seen it all, there's another suprise" Jude says

"Oh there will be plenty more surprises" Jobe replies and goes to the kitchen

For a moment it's quiet, until Alice taps my arm

"Mom, what's this?" She whispers pointing to her plate

"I don't know love, I'm just as confused"

The silence resumes again, I look out the window and see Charlie the Family Dog watching us from the outside

I turn to Jude and he looks at me and I nod my head towards Charle whose outside and Jude understands

"Alright everyone hand me your plates" Jude says

"Why?"

"Just do it quickly, c'mon hurry up" he says while taking everyone's plate

"Jude what are you about to do" Denise asks

"Has anyone fed Charlie today?"

"No not yet, why"

"Well he's about to get his first meal" Jude says

And quickly Walks out the house through the front door and puts the food into Charlie's doggy bowl

He quickly walks back into the house and hands everyone their plates back and sits back down

"This doesn't feel right to do" Mark says

"The hospital is not too far away dad, do you feel like going to visit today?" Jude asks

"No, I don't"

"Alright everybody, here we are ... crepes" Jobe says

"Now mind you they are store bought so please don't kill me, Plan A Failed, it was suppose to be a trifle"

"Oh, no Jobe sorry, we know how you were looking forward to it, don't worry it's the fact that you made an effort, that what counts" Denise says

"Thanks mom let's dig in shall we?"

"Certainly"

We eat the crepes in silence until Jobe looks at our previous plates from his meal that he prepared

"You guys must have been pretty Hungry, you cleared the plates" he says

"Yeah, the meal was really divine, to say the least" I reply and everyone agrees by nodding their heads

After having dessert we all take time to relax, spending Family time and catching up on the recent events of what has been happening in our lives

"So, what did you do after she went around saying you were sleeping with the boss" Denise asks as we're now sat on the sofa she's referring to the thing I promised I'd tell her later

"I reported her, she had no right, I earned that position fair and square she had no right to sabotage me" I reply

"And where is she now?"

"Fired, they found our she was actually stealing sums of money from the firm"

"What?"

"Yeah"

"Babe, I think it's time to go home, the girls are asleep" Jude says holding each child with one arm as they use each of his shoulders as their pillows

"Alright then I'll grab my coat" I say standing up from the sofa and walking to where my coat is

"Wait, you forgot the recipes" Jobe says

I hadn't forgotten I was just hoping he did though

"Oh snap, yeah hand them over"

"Here I've already written them down for you" he says handing me 2 A5 papers

"My goodness how thoughtful of you"

"It's not a problem, really"

"Alright everyone we're on our way,thank you so much for dinner Jobe"

"No problem, it was my pleasure, do you guys want a takeaway, before you go?"

"No thank you Jobe we're quiet stuffed"

"Alright"

We way our goodbyes and drive to the home we have in England

"Hand them over"

"What?"

"The recipes"

I hand them over to him and he throws them in the bin

"Jude"

"What, we both know you weren't going to make them, they would've probably just ended up in the bin"

"Yeah but what if I actually wanted to try the recipes"

"Don't play around like that babe"

I laugh and take one of the girls from him and we walk upstairs and tuck them in their beds

"They really knew what to say, didn't they?"

"It actually concerns me how good they are at lying on the spot, what happens when they're older?"

"I don't know really, i guess we'll cross that bridge when we get there"

"Yeah, I guess"

[kteezy997]

The Candy Man- Part Five//W.W.

Information: lots of fluff Warning: adult (Willy) breastfeeding sorry not sorry, also mention of sex and sperm

You and Willy were definitely surprised when you gave birth to twins: a boy and a girl. It was only fitting to give them sweet flavor names. Your baby boy was named Mocha, and your little girl was named Maple.

Maple and Mocha Wonka. You were so in love and so proud to be their mom. They were both perfectly healthy, and dark headed like their daddy. You felt so blessed.

After the birthing session was over, you could tell that the whole “producing twins the first time he had sex” thing was really stroking Willy’s ego. “I can’t believe this, darling.” he said, holding one of the babies in his arms, he got close to you, whispering so the midwife wouldn’t hear, “Twins! Honey, I have magic sperm.”

You just laughed at him and shook your head.

Willy sat on the bed with you. Each of you held one of your babies, and you took some time, just admiring the little ones. Willy was in awe of how tiny and beautiful they were.

“They are so perfect, y/n.” he said softly, in total adoration.

“I know. We are so lucky.” you responded, teary eyed. You kissed Willy on the cheek. He, in turn, rested his head on yours.

……

It was not easy adjusting to life with not one, but two newborns. Your parents were supportive of your relationship with Willy, and they were over the moon when it came to being grandparents. They came over from time to time to help and watch the babies while you and Willy took breaks to nap, clean, and cook.

Even Willy’s friends volunteered to help. They had been with Willy from the laundry house to the chocolate shoppe, and now to help care for the Wonka babies. Willy's young friend, Noodle, started developing a special bond with the twins, and it made you both so happy. You were so grateful for all of them, you couldn’t believe the support system surrounding your family.

Besides your wonderful family and friends, Willy was the best with the babies, even better with them than you, you thought. Willy would disagree, but it was true that he had a magical way with them. He could sing them to sleep, even when they were crying. Even with them being so young, they could recognize Daddy's voice, and their little eyes would search the room for him.

Willy was a doting partner; he never left your side. You tried to make up a 'shift' system, where you'd take turns taking care of the babies while the other one slept, but Willy didn't abide by it much. "If you're up caring for our kids, and miserably tired, then I'm right there with you." Your man was truly one of kind.

In the beginning, you had trouble producing enough breast milk for the babies, so Willy would infuse some of his creations to give the babies enhanced nutrients, with giraffe milk as the base, of course. You sent your thanks to Abigail at the zoo. She was given as many Wonka mints as she could eat.

Eventually, the babies started to sleep for longer periods of time, and you started to feel sane again. You had more energy, and you had gotten the hang of breast feeding. It was routine for you and Maple and Mocha now, and they knew to latch on instantly.

Willy was putting away clean baby clothes in the nursery and then sat and waited for you to finish feeding the twins so you both could go to bed. "Willy, you can go on ahead, they should be done soon, and they will go right to sleep." you insisted.

"No, it's alright darling, I don't like getting in bed without you." he said. He was so sweet and honest without expecting anything in return. He didn't say it to get you to fawn over him. And that's why you loved him.

"Honey, I love you, but really, you can go to bed, I'll be there soon."

"Okay," he said with a reluctant sigh, he stood up, watching you feed the babies for a moment.

Your night shirt was unbuttoned, and your breasts were free. Your babies were eating and starting to get full bellies.

"Could I.." Willy began to ask something, and you knew exactly what it was. He looked away, so shyly, saying, "Never mind."

"No, it's alright, what were you going to say, Willy?" you needed to hear him ask it.

"Can I try some of your milk? After the twins are fed, of course, and if you aren't sore." his pretty green eyes were almost desperate as he looked at you so tenderly.

You and Willy hadn't been intimate in nearly three months. Sex wasn't in the question when you were heavily pregnant, unknowingly with twins. You could sense that he missed it, not just the sex, or even getting off, but just being close together and bonding with you. Your relationship had taken a back seat with your new additions.

"Sure you can. But don't go thinking that you can use it to put in your chocolate." you said firmly, giving him a look.

"Oh, no, darling. Of course not!" he assured you, frantically.

You giggled, "Go on to bed, Willy Wonka, and I'll be there in a moment."

"Yes, ma'am." he said cheerily, turning on his heels and heading out of the babies' room.

........

You got the babies to sleep in their cribs and joined Willy in your bedroom. You hadn't bothered to button up your shirt, you just covered yourself with the shirt, as you would have felt strange walking around the house with your tits out. Though you knew Willy wouldn't mind.

"Hi darling." you said, greeting your lover.

Willy grinned as you came over to the bed and climbed onto his lap. He gave you a sweet kiss on the lips and held you close.

You ran your hands slowly through his curls. You kissed him on the forehead.

"Aw, I love your kisses, baby." Willy cooed.

You smiled softly at him, caressing his jaw, "You can have my breasts now if you want some milk."

Willy's eyes lit up, and he uncovered your breasts. He held them for a moment. He squeezed your nipple, and some milk squirted in his face, making you both laugh. He then opened his mouth and put your tit on his tongue, closing his lips around it and sucking your milk out.

You rubbed the back of his head lovingly as he drank from you.

"mm, so yummy, baby." he said as he popped off your nipple and switched to the other one. He drank for a moment, and stopped to squeezed some milk out again, letting the drops wet his face. He marveled at what your body was capable of. He lapped the excess milk off of your nipple.

He fed off of you for a little bit, which was kind of relaxing for you. Then you got settled in to bed, snuggling. You were both pretty tired. He looked so darling, with his lips moistened by the taste of your milk and the look of pure love under his hooded eyes.

"I know I said I wouldn't use your milk while making chocolate, but what if it was just for my own enjoyment? Your milk is so delicious. I can't get enough, my love." he cooed, nuzzling his face into your cheek. His silky hair tickled your face. "Would you spare some for me?" he asked, his voice was soft and muffled.

You laughed, "Okay, you can make your own chocolate with my milk." you said, giving in. It was hard to say know to your sweet boy. "I can't wait for the midwife to say it's okay to have sex again. I want you so bad, Willy." You kissed his head.

"Mmm," he raised his head to peck your lips, "I know, I'm so ready to make love to you again. This time, I'm trying for triplets!" he joked.

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @bitchyunknownuser @lixzey @kpopgirlbtssvt

[radioisntdead]

(To maybe save our hearts from the angst, how about a cuter idea? could be any gender really and be seen as platonic or not just very vague fluffy fun)

A reader who is similar age to Susan and is the opposite type of old person, a gentle Grandparent who has old person candies at all times. Most importantly however is the only one who can calm Susan's feral chihuahua energy, only when they need to of course.

They play cribbage on weekends, and definitely both chat about the youngins- maybe playfully feud on which is better Knit or Crochet

Good evening my dear! This is a little shorter then I wanted but I did write it in a hair salon, where at the time of posting I'm still in.

Bitter and sweet

Warnings!!!

Cannibalism, Reader is GN but gives off old lady grandma vibes, this is written in little drabbles mainly because I wrote them in an hair salon

Susan had a neighbor, she lived to the left of her house, while Susan's house was more stale and strict appearing her neighbor's was more soft colors, with gnomes outside and a lovely garden filled with all types of hell's flora,

You'd think the two would be at odds but they got along well, going out for tea each day, on weekends they'd go to bingo or play a game of cribbage, although they did get into tiffs about what was better between crochet and knitting, like how crochet is easier for some to pick up with the sole hook, or how knitting uses less yarn then crochet, They were dear friends, and this is some tidbits with them.

You and Susan had opposing aesthetics but that didn't stop the two of you from matching outfits in some way or another, she wore her usual pinkish dress? You were two feet away from her in more brighter attire.

"Kids these days are getting more and more foolish each day, fucking crying in the middle of the streets!"

Susan said, sat on a bench looking across the street at some poor cannibal gal sobbing as her dearest assumingly ended things

When you didn't respond she looked over at you only to see that you were gone,

"Where the hell- [Name]!"

You had dashed over to the gal, swatting at her former lover with your handfan, scolding him for breaking things off in the middle of the streets inside of somewhere private or inside a restaurant as the girl sobbed into your arms,

"Shh, it's alright you deserve better, someone with manners!"

You said patting her back, glaring at the unmannered former lover while Susan groaned from her seat, you just had to butt into other people's business didn't you!

Like she didn't do the same at times.

......

"You uncultured, red-40 looking, bad dental hygiene, modern technology radio man!"

Susan raised her cane to the Radio Deer man, you had just entered Rosie's Emporium for a snack,

"Susan! No! That is terribly rude!"

You shouted dashing over quickly before Susan could do anything, pushing down her cane, while apologizing,

"My apologies! I'll escort her out, here buy yourself something tasty"

You said taking the radio demons hand and placing some money and a few pieces of candy into it before linking an arm with Susan and taking her outside while scolding her as she grumbled, leaving the Radio demon lowkey stunned and missing his mother.

You were how he imagined she would've been if she lived to be elderly.

.....

"For fuck's sake! Why are you in my house?"

Susan shouted as she walked into her kitchen only to see you adorned in an old lady apron chopping away at some vegetables while some type of meat simmered on the stove,

"Making us lunch obviously! I have news about that lovely gal we met on the street a few months ago! She's going steady with my nephew, the one with the good job not the one that's married, and I must tell you what her scandalous ex lover had to say-"

You rambled on, mixing up slang from different decades Susan could care less about the gal who was sobbing on the streets but you seemed to hellbent on telling her about the 'tea' as you called it.

.....

"Susie, let's listen to what the princess has to say before booing her off the stage, this is why she called you an old bitch''

You said linking an arm with Susan before shouting over at Charlie as Rosie pulled her aside,

"My apologies!"

You chased down Charlie at a later date to give her some candies for her troubles with Susan,

You paid visits to the hotel after that, bringing treats for the residents.

....

"Knitting is superior, it uses less yarn then your hook, knitting takes far more skill and that little crochet thing seems easier.''

Susan said knitting a scarf as you sat across from her, crocheting a net.

"Susie, you are my dearest friend and I love you, But I can and will surplex you into a wall if you say that again."

Hearing that while you wore the sweetest smile would strike fear into the average sinner.

......

"Are we thinking barbecue? Grilled? Perhaps baked? Oo I recently picked up some new seasonings we could try!"

You shouted over to Susan as you threw a net at an exorcist pulling them down and stabbing them with an angelic weapon before discarding them to the side to harvest their wings later,

"I don't give a donkeys ass as long as they taste good!"

.....

"Susie?"

"Hm?"

"I'm dying again."

"Don't be dramatic!''

She smacked you gently on the head with her cane as you broke out in laughter, angel wing in your hand and gold around your mouth.

Good evening folks! I am actively dangling Susan around like a keychain, I should invest in a Susan keychain, are Susan keychains a thing???

[beansnsoup]

Hey, I was wondering if you can do a sibling, platonic Mario and Luigi x younger sister? Like, they go to get high school graduation and celebrate and whatnot, cause I just got home from my graduation and thought it would be nice. (I’m 18 btw, about to be 19) but I thought it would be a super cute idea seeing the brothers screaming cheering on a littler sibling as they walk the stage

Love this!! Congratulations btw!!!

☆

Cap and Gown

Summary: Mario and Luigi take off from work to come watch their favorite younger sister graduate.

Relationship: Platonic

Warnings: Fluff, fem reader

"Y/N M/N Mario."

The school gym erupted in cheers, the loudest of them coming from the section where your family was sat.

Mario and Luigi strived to be the loudest in the room when you walked up there.

You grabbed your diploma and used your other hand to shake the super intendants hand. You sent a smile to the crowd then sent them all a wave as you walked off the stage.

You sat back down in your seat, scanning around to see if your brothers were able to make it.

Once you found them, a wide smile was planted on your face. They both sent a thumbs up, giving you huge smiles back.

Once the last name was called and the principal wrapped everything up with a final speech, everyone was sent outside for final pictures where they'd soon meet their families.

You kept looking around, waiting for them to walk through the gate.

"Mario, Luigi! I'm so happy you guys made it!"

You ran up as soon as they walked up, giving them a huge bear hug.

"We almost didn't, we took off two days of work for you, but there was so much traffic."

Your mom came up to smother your face in kisses, and your grandparents came up after to hand you a card that was most likely filled up with a lot of congratulations money. Then your aunts, uncles, and nephews gave you flowers.

"We should get out of here before it gets too crowded. You have a big dinner waiting for you at home." You mom said, squeezing your cheek.

"Thank God, I need to take off this dress and heels."

"Not before pictures you won't."

You groaned, which was followed by Mario and Luigis laughter.

As soon as you all got home, your mom immediately pulled out her camera, making you take pictures with every possible living thing in the area.

Then you finally got to strip of your uncomfortable clothing, quickly joining everyone at the dinner table.

Your aunt didn't let you catch one bite before she started talking, "Y/N, hun, tell me how a catch like you graduated without some arm candy."

"She doesn't need a boyfriend. She needs to focus on her grades. She graduated with honors, you know." Your dad chimed in.

You cringed, "No good suitors go to my school."

"Well promise me dear, when you do get hitched, I'll be the first to know."

CONGRATS 2023 GRADS

You laughed, nodding at your aunt, finally taking a bite of your food.

[crmsnmth]

It Makes Sense

Talking to strangers is panic inducing but goddamn, how I miss conversation I sold my friends long ago for girl with a knife Turned out to be a bad choice I still have the scar on my chest where that knife ended up (and she wouldn't start the fucking car)

I jam my fingers deep into my ears Because even the slightest noise will break me And I don't think uncontrollably sobbing is a good luck especially in the walk-in cooler I neglect to clean Gotta keep this all together, but it's getting hard to breath I can smell you and it makes me sick

Did I ever have a good idea or did I just get lucky I can't decide on which would be better Claiming my reaction is all consequence concentrating on every bad thought I've ever had I think I'm addicted to the misery still Goddamn emo kids stole my style

My eyes itch, and I'm eating dyphenhydramine like it's candy Bitter pills to slip into an altered state Drank the whole bottle of cough syrup and threw up all over the floor of my grandparent's basement (She still hasn't started the fucking car)

Next time I'll be prepared with a defence to get the steak knife out of her hands I don't need any more railroad track scars on my arms Either made by me in my years of self-abuse Or by giving my soul over to a malicous god. Fuck it, guess I'll just have to eat the bullet

Turn the tv down your gonna fuck uo your hearing

[bexktaegeun]

Hello Hello

hello, introducing my bby! kwon taegeun! it was split between him and another muse! hopefully i can bring her later! now onto my baby! below i'll have his about linked and under the link! i'll have some basic info about him AND some lose plot ideas! if you see something you like or you think he'll fit or if you just wanna plot! let me know! 

also quick edit! open for water bomb event plotting!

ABOUT 

was born on august 18th 2005 in daegu

his fathers second child from his girlfriend who dumped tae with him

he finally settled down in his 3rd major relationship and second (rich) wife

he was cared for growing up and spent a lot of time with his grandparents on his dads side 

grew up with his step-mom as his mom and her family were nice-ish but it was clear that tae was seen as separate 

but still, he grew up with money so like...that's good right? 

a lot of missed in events in his life but it was made up with toys and money, he was well fed, sure his parents didn't care when he wanted to go off and become a trainee but they never forgot a birthday

he tried to bring it up once and was guilted in silence so he never brought it up again

as soon as he found out about taeha, he started to look for her

it was what pushed him to come to seoul, along with wanting to become a trainee

he's sad boy, he feels lonely at and fills the void with friends or parties or just being around people 

he downplays his parents treatment

actually, would downplay anyone's treatment of him because he's convinced himself he's lucky

is lying to taeha about how much contact he has with their dad and that he's funded by his dad, she thinks its all coming from the grandparents 

does love attention when he gets it

wants to be beloved by everyone and anyone, just to fill the void a little 

maybe, if he becomes super beloved his parents would notice him more

maybe his birth mom would seek him out? 

loves his older sister and loves having an older siblings

kinda buys his friends, he does want them but he doesn't want them to leave so he spends money 

easily taken advantage of and will excuse mistakes

in his last year at school

is taking dance/vocal/rap lessons, likes to run the streets to hang out, is on a dance crew and has gotten into working on music

pours all of himself into that because he wants it back 

when he's not dancing....he...has a random interest in wood-working? well, when your a kid who has money..skys the limit

also as much more normal interest: mysteries, food (baking but doesn't mind cooking), coffee black, enjoys sour candy and foods, he wouldn't call himself a gamer but he does play harvest moon and cooking momma

loves over the top dramas 

biromantic king! 

PLOTS / CONNECTIONS 

 i haven't said which high school...so some high school friends or friend?

you have a super expensive meal out and he totes cover the bill when you can find your wallet

rivals? street cats? both of you are dancers and often compete and try to out best each other like fighting cats 

use him! i mean it! if your muse is hard on money, he's an easy target because he'll give within reason and gift even more 

he has one or two npc friends that def just use him for things and he makes excuses and your a new friend OR old friend and your like wtf? they don't care about you but he just wants to be wanted

a past summer romance...like last summer with a female muse but she broke it off when school started, it wasn't anything serious but tae has been crushed. sure, he's getting over feelings for another and SURE you both agreed it was just some summer time fun to appear at parties together or just have something for the gram but it's kinda weird when ya'll share a friend group but tae pretends like you aren't there. (to mention, nothing really would've happened it was like one month romance of cute dates, maybe some kisses and a lot of posting each other or hanging out together. maybe it was time for you muse to buckle down on school) 

dance/vocal/rap/producer muses if you have plots or crews he could join

he's taking spanish and english lessons (fucking random but he meets people) 

also has picked up the guitar and drums if you wanna do something around that!

uh, he has a small website in which he sells some of his crafts, so maybe for that! it's wood works, paintings, carvings and etc! 

any muses who have part-times jobs and have places that would be hiring! his grandparents are legit concerned about how he views money and has told him to get a job, so he will

With that! I thank everyone for the welcomes! If you see something you like, message me or if you think he could fill your plot! Just like this and I'll come to you!

[written-with-blue-ink]

This may seem weird but could you do what Pokemon characters smell like? Smell is super important to me when it comes to a partner, not allowed to smell bad in my space. Specifically Grimsley, Drayden and Clara but you can add whoever else you want

Absolutely, hon! I kinda wanted to bully your taste a bit but I'll just say you have a type. Also, if y'all give me free reign with extra characters, I'll always chose N when it comes to Pokemon. He's my boy!

Characters: Grimsley (Gen 5), Drayden (Gen 5), Clara (Gen 8), N (Gen 5), Dahlia (Gen 4), and Wallace (Gen 3)

Grimsley: Smoke, Red Wine, and Petrichor

Smoke like the comfort of a cigarette on a cold winter night at a rooftop bar or snuffing out a candle after a long night on the couch with a movie. Red wine like a classy date in an expensive restaurant or a comforting drink after a long day, alcohol somehow numbs the pain in your joints. Petrichor like waiting for the rain to stop outside before walking away from work or walking through the city under an umbrella, watching the people walk by.

Drayden: Leather, Pine, and a Fresh Meal

Leather like finally buying a much-needed new bag or tying a nice pair of leather boots before going on a hike. Pine like a Christmas Tree at your grandparent’s house or walking in the woods in early winter, the last of the leaves falling in your hair. Meals like a pot roast on a cold winter night or sauteeing vegetables for a new recipe.

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Clara: Sour Gummies, Cheerwine, and Poppies

Sour Gummies in the way of walking into a busy candy store or opening a package late in the night as a study snack. Cheerwine like on a hot and humid summer’s day, feeling the cold, cherry-flavored soda run down your throat to quench your thirst. Poppies like growing a batch in a small pot and smelling them and feeling the need for sleep hit your limbs.

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N: Gardenias, Fresh Cut Grass, and Honeysuckles

Gardenias like walking in the woods in the beginning of spring or the surprise of finding one fresh white flower sitting on your desk in a small container with water, signed by your secret admirer. Fresh-cut grass like walking in the park in the early morning or lying on the grass between classes, the sun on your skin and engulfing you in warmth. Honeysuckles like going to the plant with your parent as a kid, picking the flower, and then having you try it. You aren’t sure but do and taste the sugary nectar engulf your mouth.

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Dahlia: Mocha, Daffodils, and Oranges

Mochas like the sudden spike of caffeine in the morning after a long, sleepless night. Daffodils signal the beginning of spring with their yellow and white flowers. Oranges like eating a familiar fruit as you put the peels in a simmer pot with other ingredients, letting the scent engulf the house.

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Wallace: Patchouli, Water Lilies, and Incense

Patchouli like walking into an apothecary, the variety and combination of all scents hitting and burning your nose. Water lilies like walking through an oriental garden and seeing koi fish swim between lilypads with pink and white flowers. Incense like lighting a match and setting the stick aflame before blowing it out, letting the smell engulf your room and yourself.

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: Charlie Bucket (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory)

Requested by @comma-after-dearest

Favorite thing about them: What a kind, loving child he is. Even though he gets just one candy bar a year, he offers to share it with his parents and grandparents; when the family is starving, he refuses to let his parents give their food to him; and when he finds money in the street, he uses just a small portion of it to buy chocolate for himself and plans to give the rest to his mother. Little details like this make him truly deserving of his eventual good fortune.

Least favorite thing about them: Well, he is a bit of a bland character, and in the book he effectively earns his happy ending at the factory by doing nothing. His main purpose is to be a self-insert for child readers. It's no wonder that the 1971 film makes him slightly more flawed and allows him to make a mistake at the factory (sampling the Fizzy Lifting Drinks), only to make up for it in the end (giving Wonka back the Everlasting Gobstopper). Or that the 2013 stage musical makes him (or her, in some performances) an aspiring inventor who impresses Wonka with his/her creativity as well as goodness. Even though I haven't seen that musical yet, just read about it, I especially like that idea.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I love chocolate.

*I adored my grandparents when they were alive.

*I eat a lot of cabbage soup (for the health benefits, though, not because of poverty).

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm not a little boy.

*None of my grandparents ever lived with me.

*At his age I was never quite as well-behaved or unselfish as he is.

Favorite line:

From the 1971 film, when he's trying to be brave about not finding a Golden Ticket:

"You know, I'll bet those Golden Tickets make the chocolate taste terrible."

brOTP: His parents and all his grandparents, especially Grandpa Joe, and eventually Willy Wonka.

OTP: None until he's older.

nOTP: Any adult.

Random headcanon: As the new owner of the chocolate factory, he'll get in touch with another suddenly-famous boy, James Trotter from James and the Giant Peach. (In the latter book, before the giant peach lands in the ocean, it crashes through a famous chocolate factory and sends a flood of melted chocolate into the streets: I think we can safely guess that this was the Wonka factory.) James and his insect friends will raise money to cover the damage the peach did to the factory, and Charlie will create a peach chocolate bar to commemorate their adventure.

Unpopular opinion: I don't think I have one.

Song I associate with them:

"Cheer Up, Charlie" (even though it's sung to him, not by him)

"I've Got a Golden Ticket" (even though he only sings part of it)

Favorite picture of them:

These assorted illustrations:

Peter Ostrum in the 1971 film:

Freddie Highmore in the 2005 film:

This boy actor from the 2013 stage musical:

These little girl actresses in the most recent UK tour of the musical. I know some people complain about this "woke" casting, but I like the fact that this tour had girls alternate with boys in the role and let the character be a tomboyish girl in some performances. "Charlie" is a unisex name, after all, and Charlie’s gender is irrelevant to the story.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Doting, Uncle Moneybags Regulus?

Sirius being annoyed at Regulus for spoiling Harry too much and rendering any discipline he and James attempt useless. Every time they try and say no to Harry he just rubs to Regulus who always gives in to his only nephew, every time they take a toy away as punishment Regulus buys a new one and sneaks it to him, etc.

Just some fluffy stuff about Asexual Regulus spoiling Harry because he’s the closest thing he has to a son, and he’s making up for Harry’s lack of grandparents and also making sure Harry doesn’t have the childhood he and Sirius had? Dunno, sorry it’s all a confusing mess of an ask :P

((A/N: This starts with angst but ends with fluff, fyi))

James grits his teeth when he sees Harry's candy-sticky face, but he pulls up a smile for his son when he runs up to him, because it's not his fault. Kids like candy. They'll eat so much of it that it makes them sick and not learn the lesson to eat less candy, they'll just think they randomly got sick that day and do it again in the morning. It's not Harry's fault; he's not going to be upset with him.

He will however have to talk to Sirius about this, because it's a weekly occurrence that isn't seeing an end.

James knows that he's short over dinner. He tries not to be, but the situation is infuriating.

Harry goes down to bed-- not easily, but he does-- and Sirius turns to James. "What's wrong?"

He takes a deep breath. "I know that you love your brother and it's not easy to talk to him about shit, but this is getting ridiculous. Actually, we've passed ridiculous and we're into the territory of me wanting to throttle him."

"What happened?"

"As far as I can tell? He gave Harry unfettered access to a bag of candy."

"Again?" Sirius groans.

"Again. You saw how little he ate at dinner, it sodding ruined his appetite, and he's going to wake up starving."

Sirius sighs, rubbing at his temples. "I'll talk to him."

"Do you want me to come?"

"No, he'll just get defensive." He sounds exhausted. He was in a good mood before this and was hoping for a little 'adult time' for him and James, but he isn't going to get that and also get through to Regulus. He gives James a quick kiss and then heads upstairs.

Regulus can't live alone but likes his space. Two stories feels a ridiculous indulgence to Sirius, but it's a good compromise to the living situation with the four of them. Harry, James, and Sirius all have their bedrooms downstairs, with Regulus's on the second floor. There's no further separation of rooms after that, but what the future will bring as Harry grows is anyone's guess. For now, it works, and that's good enough for them.

Regulus opted to not eat dinner with them tonight, so Sirius hasn't seen him since he left for work this morning. He knocks on his door and hopes that he answers it, because if he has to put this conversation off for tomorrow, he's going to be in a sour mood. Luckily, Regulus does call for him to enter, so that's one part easily taken care of.

"Oh, Sirius." He's sitting atop his duvet with a book in hand, and when he sees his brother, he sticks a bookmark in the open page.

"Hey. You got a minute?"

Regulus nods and sets his book to the side.

"I'm tired, so I can't really think of a better way to say this, but you've got to stop giving Harry so many fucking sweets."

Regulus blinks at him. "Why?"

"It's ruining his appetite, for one. He didn't eat all of his dinner. He's either going to wake up in the middle of the night because he's so hungry, or he's going to be starving when he gets up at his normal time."

"You don't know that for sure; you're guessing."

"I'm bloody not, actually. This isn't the first time it's happened, Regulus. It's happened so many times I can't fucking count them all, and I never said anything to you before because I didn't want you to make it into something it's not, but you've got to stop. Why do you do it, anyways? You're not an idiot; surely you know that a kid can't survive on candy alone."

"I thought he'd eat both," Regulus says, shrugging one shoulder. He looks a little troubled about the situation, which helps. "Can't I give him less? I don't feel right about him going without any at all."

"We're not starving him of all desserts," Sirius replies, rolling his eyes. He wants to be nice and understanding about this, but right now, he's just frustrated. "I don't know why your mind went there."

"It's what our parents did."

Sirius's mouth twists. "Do you think I'm like them? Really? Or James?"

"No." Regulus sighs, knees drawing up. "Our parents were so... conditional."

It's obvious he needs a second to think, so Sirius stays quiet. He feels a little bad about it, but he's not in the mood for a heart to heart. He's sure he'll be happy for this come morning, and even sad that he's not giving this due attention.

"I don't want Harry to feel anything like we did, you know? I remember wanting so much. And it's- I don't even mean like, wanting a new toy every week or wanting to go to a friend's and they wouldn't let me, but sometimes I look back and it feels like I never got anything I wanted."

"Yeah."

"Like I was always yearning for something and asking for it and never got anything. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah." Sirius has thought similar things, like he was always desperate for something that his parents withheld when they could've given it. It doesn't come up very often for him though. Now, he has James and Harry and Regulus as his family, so it's nothing like growing up was-- and Regulus as an adult is nothing like he was as a teenager or kid, so being around him doesn't feel the same as back then. He takes a deep breath and says, "I get it. Really, I do. When Harry asks for a biscuit right before dinner, I want to give it to him because I know he'll smile at me and be happy. But we're adults, Regulus. We know that you can't give a kid every single thing they want. The way our parents went about it was shit, but there has to be a happy medium in there, and that's what we're trying to do with Harry."

"Makes sense," Regulus says glumly, leaning his head into one hand. "I suppose I went a bit overboard with it anyways. You know, no grandparents, only me for an uncle, no aunts, no cousins and no chance for cousins, either. I'm the only extended family he has. I wanted to make up for it as much as I could."

"I don't mind you spoiling him. It's your duty as his uncle," Sirius says with a smirk, "but for now, no sweets. If you think you can learn to tone it down, maybe we can bring that back on Saturday's or summat. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Good." Sirius gives him a quick hug and bids him goodnight.

James is wary when he gets to their room, clearly not sure how well their conversation went.

"All sorted," Sirius tells him, following it with a lingering kiss.

James smiles but puts a pin in that for the moment because he needs to clarify 'all sorted' in this case. "He's going to stop giving Harry sweets?"

"Aye, he promised. I told him he can spoil him in other ways."

He bites back a groan at that. "Your brother has a tendency to go overboard. What're we going to do when the next thing gets out of control?"

"Talk to him, probably," Sirius says, a touch dryly. He's tired. He wanted to get laid tonight, but he's really not sure it's going to happen. He moves to change into sleep clothes.

James senses his change in mood immediately and follows after him, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind when he stops by their dresser. "Ignore me," he mutters, kissing Sirius's neck. "You're right, I know you're right." He kisses him again. "Thank you."

Sirius leans into him. "I don't need to be told I'm right about everything, you know."

"You do when you are," James counters.

He snickers. "Well, I do like how it sounds, so feel free to keep saying it."

*

"I think this can really work for us," James says later, after they've had a nice time in bed and Sirius told him exactly what him and Regulus talked about.

"How do you mean?"

"Regulus wants to be a little more involved-- make up for Harry only having one person as extended family. Why not ask him to babysit every now and then so we can have a date night?"

"Huh. There's an idea." They never considered asking him to babysit for them. Sirius had always assumed that Regulus wouldn't want to, but James has a point.

*

Regulus is happy to babysit for them "-but only once a month."

That's more often than Sirius or James thought to hope for, and they happily agree.

Harry owns more toys than any toddler rightly should after a few months of the new understanding, but so far, there's no real problems with him over it. There's wonder in Sirius's voice as he says this to James.

James laughs and replies, "I guess we'll see how long this will work in our favour."

"I think a while longer."

"Mm, for sure." He grabs Sirius and pulls him in for a kiss. They both love Harry more than anything, but ever since they reached this agreement with Regulus, they've had more time for each other. Less stress overall. It's wonderful.

*

Harry sniffles and looks up at Regulus. He doesn't say a word; he knows by now that he doesn't have to. Smart one, their son. He doesn't push when he knows he's won, and looking at Uncle Regulus with those big eyes of his is a win.

Regulus folds immediately and pats his nephew's head with a quiet-- so as to not be overheard by the parents-- promise to buy him a new toy to replace this one.

James and Sirius don't need to overhear the promise to know that it's happening, however. It's a commonplace exchange between uncle and nephew these days. Sirius thinks it's sweet; James agrees, but the novelty has worn off, leaving him to roll his eyes when he sees Harry with another addition to his army of stuffies-- really, if he took the care to count, he's sure there would be a battalion's worth.

"Should we start worrying yet?" Sirius asks James in an undertone as Regulus and Harry hug-- their son burying his face into his uncle's shoulder.

James glances over, then shakes his head. "I think we're still good."

"Good," he replies, sneaking a kiss.

[lovelygirlnicole15]

I hope you feel better soon Nicole! Whatever it is you have, I hope it goes away! *gives you some pieces of candy*

Aww thanks for your support Violet! My grandparents promise me I'll recover soon.

(also how's that story about the "your oc react to this scene" challenge going? Ever since I got sick I couldn't stop thinking about it)

[sebsxphia]

Sebbie my sweet, I've been organizing my book collection and making note of books I'd love to add (I think when I move to Montana, I'm gonna need to build a barn to house them all at this point, lol) and I came across a series I could totally see Rhett giving to Amy as an Easter gift.

One year, you and Rhett decide to pop by a vintage bookstore downtown because you and him can never have enough books in the book barn, and while you were poking around the childrens' section, you managed to find the "Brambly Hedge" series by Jill Barkelm (If you love the Peter Rabbit stories, you'll definitely love these books) and almost right then and there, you guys know instantly that she'll love them.

Amy wakes up on Easter morning and finds the books nested in the corner with her little basket full of candy. She's so excited to read them and eager to be read to that you and Rhett just can't refuse. The weather is warm enough for you all to be able to go outside so you and Rhett decide to lay out the old picnic blanket under his grandparents' special tree. You read the first book in its entirety to Amy before Cecelia is calling you both in for dinner and begin the second one before she goes to bed.

Sebbie, I saw this book series and immediately thought of you. If ever I'm able to build the barn for all the books, I'll be sure to let you borrow it whenever you wish (lol).

AAAAAH, MY LOVE! LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING! LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING! 🥹🤭 i ADORED this series as a kid! i had the entire collection of the brambly hedge books! unfortunately however, they have since been lost :( i’m absolutely gutted, but i’ve been thinking of buying them again! they go soooooo nicely with my peter rabbit collection 🥹

i’m giggling and kicking my feet so hard that you thought of me my love! you know me so well! 🥹🫶🏻 and yes, paired with rhett, that is the absolute dream to read them with him 🥹 thank you so much for this sweet thought my love! 💌

[meekmedea]

child of divorce pt.2

thoughts about these 2 men attempting to raise a child is just haunting my mind way too much haha - part 1 here

Pre-Separation

For all questionable parenting advice that Max can give, he occasionally has good ones. (Good may be subjective) So, on the odd occasion that Hector leaves Clemmie on the presidential estate, Clemmie sticks close to Max. Hector said, "Make sure to stay close by to your Uncle, alright?" and Clemmie took it to heart. She's just following him around.

She's not that disruptive, but there are occasions you can't have a child in the room when discussing business. Especially when said child has the tendency to absorb info like a sponge.

Hence the tasks: .

Do [blank task] and tell me what you find. By now, she has counted all the windows, doors, faucets, steps on the estate.

But you can only do that so many times, so Max is scrambling to find other tasks.

Here, go memorize the multiplication tables. I'll give you a candy if you can memorize it for 2. A lemon tart if you can memorize for 2 and 3. (Max, she's 6.) Clemmie has now memorized multiplication tables up to 9.

Remember those scales you learnt last week? Go memorize it for G major and its relative minor. Yes, Clemensia, that includes the harmonic and the melodic minor. You can have a slice of lemon tart before dinner if you get the speed down without fumbling the fingering.

Other random thoughts:

If you're wondering about the lack of a nanny, Max suggested it at one point. Hector was aghast at such a suggestion (you'd have thought Max suggested the child murder games). Hence, no nanny.

Felix & Clemmie are friends, not because of their mothers in this AU but because of Max & Hector. Pre-Rebellion, Max 'borrowed' his grandnephew on a couple of occasions.

It's hard to bribe Clemmie with her bluntness. If Hector said 'no' to whatever, even if Max offers the same thing later, she's like, "But Grandfather said no?" Also may or may not have tattled to Hector if Max tries this.

Both men are highly oblivious to the lovechild allegations. But Max keeps accidentally giving his relatives reasons to believe that it might be true.

Max once got asked by a Ravinstill about Clemmie being in his will. Confused, he sort of spiralled and took it as a hint that he was supposed to put her in it. Started looking into things before Hector was like, "What are you doing?" But yeah, there may or may not be a stack of piano books willed to her.

She knows a lot of random gossip about her classmates' grandparents. (post divorce - if anyone thinks to take shots at her grandparents or parents - ooh sneaky rumour about their family drama that she totally didn't share.)

okay, this is getting a bit long, making a separate part about them post-separation...

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

Hi do you have any thoughts on Spider (modern au) with cystic fibrosis?

Interesting question! I saw that you also asked @lost-girl-2021  this question so I'll do my best to not repeat anything she said and focus more on how this would play out in my modern au Cabin in the Woods.

Disclaimer though, I actually didn't know a thing about cystic fibrosis until I watched a hand full of videos on it last night. I watched a video from the mayo clinic just talking about what it is, how its diagnosed and how its treated then I watched videos from kids with cystic fibrosis talking about how they manage there symptoms so that is the extent of my knowledge on the subject.

So my thoughts:

Quaritch and Paz weren't close with either of there families so they had no idea cystic fibrosis even ran in there families. From the videos I watched both parents have to have the gene for a child to get CF so maybe they both had a great grandparent that had it giving Spider a 1/8 chance of getting it.

They were shocked to say the least when only six weeks after his birth there baby was screened and diagnosed with CF

I imagine on the outside they would seem to just roll with it but on the inside they're both devastated.

They learn everything they can to help there son cope, studying different therapies, all the different medications, and any life adjustments they could make to make Spider's life as easy and comfortable as possible.

They have the best of everything too, the best nebulizer, the best setup for vest therapy, the best emergency supplies.

They are so well educated and well supplied that by the time Spider is one both his parents could step in as emergency services at the drop of hat.

Of course life gets flipped on its head after Paz is killed, and Quaritch is sent to jail for trying to kill her killer.

Quaritch would be freaking out every moment he's away from his son.

Because he's so determined to get Spider back as quickly as possible he wouldn't even bother to try to legally regain custody. That takes too much time and his son needs him now.

So from prison Quaritch is instructing team Deja Blue, having them set up a get away home with all the supplies they could possibly need.

In the Cabin in the Woods prologue Quaritch gets out of jail when Spider in four, and he goes just to look at his son in the group home.

In this the time line would be the same but instead of just going to see him, Quaritch would just sneak in in the middle of the night and take his sleeping child straight from his bed.

No one would even notice that Spider was gone until about noon the next day.

By that point Quaritch would be long gone.

That morning the four year old would wake up in the backseat of a truck, incredibly confused, but once his Papa explains to him what's happening he easily excepts it, thinking there just on a fun adventure.

So I still haven't found a way to write in locations of things in Cabin in the Woods but in my head Spider originally lived in or around Washington D.C before his dad kidnapped him. The cabin is all the way in Colorado. In this though I feel like Quaritch would want to get out the country but he wouldn't want to not live in America so as a happy medium he runs to Alaska where there's a cabin in the woods in the remote wilderness waiting for him.

In case of emergency this cabin is only about an hour away from the nearest hospital and town, and isn't nearly as hard to get to as the cabin in my actual story.

I already write Quaritch as being insanely controlling and over protective and that would just increase by 100 here.

When Spider is little he has no issue with his dads constant hovering, but as he gets older it starts to get anoying.

Because he really has no freedom. They stick to an incredibly strict schedule, vest therapy for twenty minutes twice a day, a regimen of medication and supplements always taken at the exact same time, extremally large healthy meals (that boy has never had a piece of candy or a drop of soda in his entire life) daily exercise to keep his lungs strong. All with his dad monitoring him the entire time.

It gets even worse when Quaritch learns about health tracking watches. He's never bought something so fast in his entire life and he practically locks it onto his son's wrist.

Spider is homeschooled too of course, mainly because he's a kidnapping victim (but he doesn't know that. He was way to young to remember everything that happened after his mama's death and Quaritch just told him his mama died in an accident and that they've always lived in there home) but also because his dad doesn't want him around anything or anyone that could potentially get him sick.

Spiders CF is so well managed though that you wouldn't even be able to tell that he has it. Sometimes he even forgets that he has it.

As he gets older he'll start to push for more freedoms and that will only make Quaritch hold on harder.

Anyway those are my thoughts. Hope you enjoyed! 💙

[rodimissliveblogs]

After Ms Briar announces that she, Carmine, and Kieran will be returning to Blueberry Academy, and after Carmine runs off to pack, Scarlett scrambles to find some paper and a pen.

Hi Kieran, I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to say goodbye in person! I hope you start feeling better soon. I haven't forgotten the plans we made - because I imagine that, while they were traversing Kitakami and Scarlett was learning all about Kieran's home, she was probably telling him about places in Paldea she'd like to invite him, and asking if he's spent a lot of time on the Unova mainland, because there's some places there she'd love to show off if he hasn't been - but Carmine said I should come visit Blueberry Academy sometime, too! And I'll definitely want to see you around when I do! And maybe sneak away for Casteliacones - I want to pay you back for the candy apple. Love from your friend, Scarlett.

And she goes to his house and asks his grandpa if he would please give Kieran this letter - because Scarlett might be a well-intentioned wrecking ball but even she can gather that it probably wouldn't help if she goes barging in and pounding on Kieran's door and yelling goodbye through the door.

Grandpa takes the letter and knocks on Kieran's door and, though he gets no response, tells Kieran that his friend Scarlett dropped by, and she wanted to give him this letter, and she says she'll be hanging around town if he wants to see her before he leaves but he doesn't have to, and he slips the paper under the door.

Kieran takes the paper and without reading any of it, crumples it up and throws it at the wastebasket. It misses entirely and lands under the bed, but Kieran has already turned away. After he leaves, his grandparents aren't in his room enough to go cleaning under the bed, and the letter remains there, undisturbed, forgotten.

[nj-6-girl]

The sun had barely risen when Micha made her decision. The previous night had been a whirlwind of emotions; her parents had flatly refused to let her pursue her dream of becoming an idol. Frustrated and determined, Micha quietly packed a small bag with her favorite candies and a change of clothes. She slipped out of her room and made her way to the family driver, who was already up and preparing for the day.

"Mr. Kim," she whispered, trying to sound as mature as possible. "Can you please take me to my grandparents' house?"

Mr. Kim looked at her with a mixture of surprise and concern. "Micha, it's very early. Did your parents say it's okay?"

Micha hesitated, then nodded, her face serious. "Yes, they did. It's really important."

With a reluctant nod, Mr. Kim started the car, and soon they were on their way. Micha stared out the window, her mind racing with thoughts of what she would say to her grandparents. They always listened to her, and she knew her favorite person in the world, her cousin Choi Kang, would be there to offer support.

When they arrived, her grandmother welcomed her with open arms, though she raised an eyebrow at the unexpected visit. Micha quickly made her way to Kang's room, eager to unload her frustrations. She found him sprawled on his bed, immersed in a video game, the glow of the screen illuminating his focused expression.

"Kang oppa!" Micha exclaimed, plopping down on his bed and opening a bag of candies. She popped one into her mouth and began her rant. "Mom and Dad said no to me being an idol! Can you believe it? They just don’t understand how much this means to me!"

Kang barely looked up, his fingers flying over the game controller. "Uh-huh," he muttered, clearly not paying attention.

Micha's eyes narrowed in irritation. "Oppa, you're not even listening!"

"Yeah, I am," he replied distractedly, his eyes glued to the screen.

Micha huffed in frustration. "If you don't listen to me, I'll tell Grandma and Grandpa that you skipped the family dinner last week to play games and visit your girlfriend."

At that, Kang finally paused his game and turned to look at her, a mix of annoyance and resignation on his face. "Alright, alright. I'm listening. What's going on?"

Micha lips wobbled as the tears started streaming down her face, so he really didn't listen, she let out a scoff as the teenage in front of her tried hard not to let out a snicker.

After telling him everything again " so you get it" she huffed trying hard to control her tears and voice, Kang face softened at that.

" I totally understand, but I also see aunty and uncle point of you. Micha that company isn't even that stable and there is no artist who debuted under it yet. You don't even know if you will have a secure future." He pulled her closer and patted her back.

Forget about being an idol, Micha was in awe of how her cousin and for the first time was talking to her like she was a human being, I think my grandma is right the more you get older the wiser you get. Should she go home now, even her candies are almost finished.

" but I want to be an idol.." her face is getting reder by the minute, because of the continuous crying and whining as she clutched on the fabric of his shirt.

" I know baby but-" he was a mere seconds away from giving up, after all he promised to do anything he can to make her happy from the moment he held her in his arms when she was just a newborn and he was a small eight year old boy.

" please oppa, just talk to my parents and convince them" her soft voice was getting hoarse from crying.

" I... Ok I'll try" Kang seriously didn't know why was he denying her in the first place, after all he never in his life was capable of saying no to her, he should've just gave up from the beginning.

And here he is the nineteen year old found himself standing in front of his uncle and aunt who appeared worried from their daughter latest escape, if you can call it escape really. And the later was hiding behind his legs clutching his hands tightly like he was her saver.

If you ever told Kang that his university break would be spent on trying to convince his family on letting their only princess be an idol, he would've preferred staying in America than coming here. Who he is kidding? He probably would've taken the first plane here from the first time that Micha calls him.

He took a deep breath" why wouldn't you let her, I mean she would be safe and the CEO of the company is one of the top producer in the country".

His aunt, myeong was massaging the spot in between her eyes " it's not about that, being a CEO and a producer it's a two different things and besides Micha is still young and who will guarantee to me that she will be safe?"

Hearing that Micha let out a small whine, seeing his daughter being desperate like this, one of the most influential man in the world couldn't help but give up" Micha do you really want to be an idol, if yes then you can do it but you have to promise me to focus on your studies"

Hearing this the small girl came out from her hiding spot and run towards her dad to jump in to his arms " thank you appa I promise you to be a good student" myeong was going to protest but held her mouth when she saw how happy her daughter was and instead smiled and kissed her forehead.

Pulling from the hug she turned around to see her hero and then skipped towards him and wrapped her arms around his middle, her voice was muffed by his shirt but he can still clearly hear her thanking him over and over again, Kang smiled hearing her. While the parents looked softly at the pair, they didn't have to worry after all, because after all having the boy that they claimed as a son caring for his little sister like this, eased their minds.