#or rather. bubble tea's cousin

[orcelito]

& you may ask. "Fanny, you're just drinking beans in tea?"

To which I will say. "Ya lol"

[starpros-sunshine]

If I loved Wataei less I might be able to talk about them more....

[georgiapeach30513]

That September Night, Part 1

Summary:   Unlucky in love, you go against everything you have ever believed, and signed up for The Bachelor.  You didn’t want to, but didn’t want to miss out on the experience.  You didn’t expect the bachelor to be the ridiculously handsome Nick Vaughan.  Didn’t expect an instant connection.  But you also weren’t prepared for the drama, the anger, the hate, the worry, the constant cameras, or Nick’s need to steal you away from the cameras any chance he could.

Pairings:  Nick Vaughan X Reader

Rating:  fluff

Warnings:  mild language, the start of gossip, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.9K

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You smile as you look around the third location of The Bubble Bea Beanery.  What started as a cute quaint coffee and tea shop had turned into something so much more.  Growing beyond your expectations.  The new site was coming along perfectly.  You didn’t even have to tell your assistant what you wanted, she just knew.  It had the same vibe as the other two locations, but each store had its own unique spin and personality.

Your cousin yells your name as she slings the door open,and you turn to greet her.  Spinning around in the store with your arms spread wide and the biggest smile on your face.  You were so proud, “So we need to talk,” Chelsea starts off, without even a short sweet hello.  

“About what?” Chelsea was always up to something, and always getting you in trouble.

“You know I love you, and I love what you’re doing here.  The Bubble Bean is adorable.”

“But?” There was always a but.  Especially with the way she had approached this conversation.  

“You don’t have anyone to share it with.”

“Ugh,” you scoff, rolling your eyes as you head towards the storage room.  Chelsea follows you, wanting to start speaking, but you cut her off, “Do you not think I haven’t tired?  You act as if I hole up alone every night in my apartment.  I don’t.  I just don’t think there’s anyone worth my time.  I would rather be single than settle, and…why are you smiling?”

“I did something stupid, but it paid off,” you open your eyes wide as you hold out your arms, glaring at her.  “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You are smiling, and you said you did something stupid.  I’m not doing speed dating nonsense.”

“I’m not asking you to.  I…I can’t proceed down this path without your consent.”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what it is,” she counters.  Following you as you walk further away.  Starting to pack up bags of coffee beans.  “I’m trying to help you.”

“No.”

“But I want to help you.”

“Absolutely no.”

“Please, just hear me out,” sighing, you stop your movements and give her your undivided attention.  “It’s not the best timing.  And before you say anything, just listen.  I know you’ve got the third store opening, and there’s still so much to do, but I signed you up for something.”

You roll your eyes because it was always something she was wanting you to do.  Cousins, but also best friends.  She found love early, and had children early.  Now she wanted to live vicariously through you as you navigated trying to find someone that was worth having more than three dates with.  “You were approved to go on The Bachelor.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“The season you're on has a music producer named Nick Vaughan on it, and…”

“Shut up!  The Bachelor?  Like the show we have a FaceTime call every Monday night to watch?” Chelsea nods her head, and reaches into her pocket for her phone before she shows you a picture, “This is Nick?”

“Yep.  And I know what you’re thinking…”

“He’s hot.”

“That is not at all what I thought you were thinking.  But I’m going to shut up, you work it out in your head.  Can I make a bubble tea?”

“No,” you groan, trying to think things through logically.  What would it actually feel like to date a guy that was obviously dating twenty other women?  To know that you weren’t the only person he was talking to.  You wouldn’t be the only person he was spending time with.  Was developing sincere feelings even possible?  You enjoyed the show, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be on the show.  That was a lot to think about.

“We’re on time crunch.  There’s other girls that want to be on.  And they chose you.  I don’t know what the criteria is, and I’m not going to pretend to know, but The Bachelor with that hot guy.  What do you have to lose?”

“I’m opening up a new store.”

“And Claudia has made all the decisions.  You just told me that yesterday.”

“But it’s not open.”

“Claudia and you hired several new employees.  Rick is going to test them on their coffee making skills.  Babes, even though you’ve got a new store opening, you’ve got this down.  It’s completely perfect.  And you can do this.  You can go on this stupid show and have fun.  Maybe make out with a hot guy, and make your last boyfriend that lasted a total of three months, jealous.  You could have that hot man make out with you on camera, and try and get it in.  And every man that used the excuse that they weren’t in the right place in their life can swallow rocks while you fuck Nick.”

“You can’t do that.  It’s what the fantasy suite is for,” it actually didn’t sound like a bad idea.  It sounded fun.  But could you trust everyone on your team to make this store happen?

“Okay, you get to travel, have fun, meet this incredibly hot guy, spend time with women exploring different locations, and then there’s this possibility of finding love.  How bad could this be?”

“Why would you say that?” You ask, childishly stomping your foot.  She knows how superstitious you are, and that was not necessary.  “You have ruined everything now.”

“So does that mean you’re going to go?” Chelsea taps her knuckles on the cabinets three times before you ever nod your head yes.  You were going to do it, but it was only to have fun.

Nick rubs his hand over his brows, scrunching his eyes.  He is annoyed.  “Why am I doing this again?”

“It’s good publicity,” Nick’s hand slaps down on the arm of the chair as he glares over at his manager.  “You said you didn’t have time to date, and you weren’t into just sex.  Here you go.  You get to date twenty-six women at once.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

“And they all know that you’re dating all of them,” Nick rolls his eyes, settling back more into his chair.  Dating around out in the open when you were the only male, and the women lived together, “Nick, it’s for a few weeks.  What is the worst that could happen,” Nick’s eyes turn into saucers as he stares over at his manager, and Mickey taps his knuckles on the table beside him three times.

“Seriously?  You know I hate sentences like that.”

“And I did your odd little ritual or knocking on wood three times.  You signed the contract though.  You’re doing it.  Just have fun.  Meet women.  Enjoy yourself.”

Nick did not think he would enjoy himself.  He thinks this show is going to be corny.  The only thing he can hope for is maybe some fun.  Maybe get to meet some attractive women.  But he knows the drama is coming.  He knows his normally private life is going to be exaggerated to make it look more exciting on television.  Fake dates, and too many women; a lot could go wrong.

Nick looks out at the property of the mansion, shaking his head.  The women are gorgeous.  They seemed interesting, and first impressions aren't everything, but there was nobody he had met that he actually saw himself with.  There could always be something more.  But it was starting to feel monotonous.

Gorgeous women.  And this was just speed dating.  It is all it was.  He says his hellos, nodding his head.  He’s polite, and notices the camera.  They all put on a show for him.  They wanted him to remember them.  And still they blurred together.

He looks over at the producers, giving them a curt nod as he sighs.  “How long is this supposed to last?”

“You signed the contract,” a nameless, faceless producer reminds him.

“Right.  Is that all of them?” He had been standing here for ages.  When they shake their heads, he lets out a dramatic puff of air.  “She’s late?”

“Yes.  Her driver.”

Nick wants to fire the driver.  “Is she the last one?” Another nod from the producer.  This is what he didn’t like.  Things weren’t in his control here when in real life they normally were.  He was the director of things in the studio.  He told other’s what to do.  And now he was being controlled by people he didn’t know and a bunch of giggly women.  He is already exhausted thinking about it.

“Finally,” Nick whispers as headlights shine on the damp pavement.  

Pursing your lips, you exhale slowly as the car rolls into place.  He looks annoyed.  This was a terrible idea.  He couldn’t even look at the car.  The driver couldn’t find your location.  You knew you were going to be the first to be sent home.  You couldn’t even see his face.  He was disinterested before even meeting you because of something beyond your control.

Grabbing onto the door handle, you pull the lever, and step out of the car.  Nick’s head tips forward, and your eyes lock in with his crystal blue eyes.  “Hey,” he says with a boyish grin.

“Hey,” you smile back.  His pictures didn’t do him any justice.  He is handsome, but it was so much more than that.  There seemed to be a young mischievous quality about him.  You give him your name, and he pulls up your hand up to his mouth, kissing over your knuckles.  

“I’m Nick.”

“I know,” he hadn’t dropped your hand, and you had no intention of removing it.  “I’m sorry.  I’m nervous.”

“I was,” you clear your throat, looking down to the ground.  It was too soon.  You did not want to be the one saying you were in love the first night.  “So…uh…what do you do?”

“I own a couple coffee shops.  Putting up the third.”

“I love coffee.  What’s it called?”

“The Bubble Bee Beanery,” Nick’s eyes somehow get brighter, and his smile widens.  His thumb starts making shapes on the top of your hand, and you become even more nervous.  Who was this man to get you to act like a school girl?

“You’re a New York girl?” Staring at him confused, you nod your head.  “Upper East Side?”

“Yes,” your word drags out.  Had he done some research on you ladies, and he just knew it was you.

“I love the Bubble Bee.  My order is the Metropolitan.  I don’t always get to go in there; my assistant gets it most of the time.  I prefer the flagstone store.  And…that’s yours?  I’ll admit the bubble tea is not really my thing, but the coffee is top notch.  Naming specialty drinks after parts of the city is cute.  It’s just good coffee.  Not too gimmicky.  And you did this show for what reason?”

“To hopefully find love.  Isn’t that why you signed up?” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, even if you wanted to.  He still hadn’t quit touching you.  His hand was steadily in your own.

“Yeah.  Yeah, I did,” his eyes coast up and down your body, admiring every bit of your soft curves.  You are surprising to him, in the best way possible.  Not at all stuffy like the other girls.  There was a playfulness.  A soft quality.  While everyone else was just trying to be sexy, you are being lighthearted.  

“You should probably head in for cocktails.”

“Will I get to talk to you the rest of the night?  Or are you going to mingle some more?”

“I have to mingle.  But I definitely want to see you out in the garden.  Just you and me.  Bring a drink,” a producer beckons Nick over to him, and Nick runs his thumb and forefinger over his beard.  Making you weak, and visioning sinful thoughts about him.  Maybe this experience isn’t going to be too bad.  And maybe you could at least have some fun.  You did like what you were seeing.

It feels weird to be in a house of women that are looking at one guy.  The same guy that you couldn’t keep your eyes off.  The very man that you had to keep telling yourself that he was not locking eyes with you.  He couldn’t be sitting on a couch with four other women, and his sight drifting to yours.  That was most definitely not what was happening.  Never.

Nick stands from the couch, giving each lady a nod before walking right over towards you, his hand going towards your free hand, “What are you drinking, bellissima?”

“Are you Italian?”

“Not that I’m aware of.  But beautiful just seems a bit too cliche tonight.  Bellissima has a spark.  What’s in your cup?”

“It’s a whiskey sour.”

“Hmm,” he says with a grin, pulling your hand into his.  “Follow me.  Let’s get a bit of privacy.

Holding onto your hand, he leads you outside, and you hear whispers immediately.  Could feel eyes stabbing in the back of your head.  You were going to be talked about.  You had seen the show enough that anytime a girl was pulled away from the group, everyone had something to say.  You didn’t go to Nick, he came to you.  Now you were a target.

He sits down, and pulls you right along with him.  His arm wraps around you.  “If we were here, I would have already taken you home.”

“What makes you think I would have followed you?  I’m not that kind of girl, Nicholas.”

“Oh, she likes using the whole name when she’s calling me out.  So, what kind of girl are you, Bella?” Your brow perks up, and you find yourself leaning slightly more into him.  “I can’t go around calling you bellissima in front of the other ladies.  They’ll get jealous.  So, Bella, what kind of a girl are you?”

“Someone who wants a partner.  I can do life by myself.  I just want to enjoy life with someone.  I don’t need a man, I want a man.  Have our shared moments, create new memories, and have fun.”

“Well, this show is for marriage,” you’re not an idiot.  You knew it was for marriage, and respond with a grin, and a slight nod.  “Clearly, you want to be married, so that’s good.”

“And what about you?  Is marriage something you’ve wanted?” There is something oddly liberating about not holding back with this line of questions.  Both of you knew the end goal, and that was marriage.  You didn’t have to go through months of dating only to realize he didn’t believe in marriage.  Or waste your time because you were not the girl he wanted to marry, he had a different vision.  It was always an excuse, but it was never you they wanted.

“I’ve always wanted marriage.  I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic.  I find women nowadays don’t align with what I want.”

“Oh,” he had to have a flaw.  And here it was.  He was going to tell you.  He had a sick idea of a housewife that had no personality.  Of course he had to have something wrong with him.

“I want…I think people see me as a way to meet celebrities.  I want to be able to bring my girlfriend, or wife with me to parties, and events.  I just don’t want her to run off with one of the artists I’m working with.  They have the fame, and the adoration.  I have the talent behind the scenes, why would they want me?”

“Why would they not?” He gives you a serene smile, but you know he’s been hurt.  From the sounds of it more than once with a cheating girlfriend.  “If someone is going to leave you like that, or cheat on you like that, they never loved you to begin with.  It was a means to find someone else.  I hate cheaters.  I’ve never understood it.  Just leave.  Cheating hurts everyone involved, and nobody realizes that until it’s too late.  Oh…”

You take a deep breath in as Nick’s nose touches your own.  His cologne mixes with the beer he had been nursing, and it makes you dizzy.  It isn’t until he pulls your drink out of your hand that you realize that your legs were laying over top of his.  Things felt comfortable, and you had only met this man.  

“I’d like to kiss you,” Nick’s lashes flutter on your cheek, and you want nothing more than to touch his lips with your own.

“You say that to all the girls here,” it was the first damn night, and every movement of your mouth has your lips brushing up against his.  

“They’re boring.  Let me kiss you,” you respond by puckering your lips and pulling him into you.  You had told yourself that you wanted to have fun, and didn’t want to hold back.  You didn’t believe you could find true love on this show, but getting to kiss a sexy man was worth it.

“She’s already kissing him,” Nicole says as she marches back to the other girls.  “She’s going to be a problem.  She’s a fast mover.  She probably said something to him when they first met.  He couldn’t take his eyes off her.”

“It’s the first night.  She’s just trying to get a rose,” Holly sighs.  Everyone was here for the same thing, and that was him.  It sucks that she wasn’t the one to get a kiss, but she couldn’t fault you.

“No, they’re totally making out.  It’s the first night.”

You have to pull away from Nick, gasping for air as you stare into those bright blue eyes.  Noticing all the different shades that made up the color blue that was unique to him.  “You felt it?” He whispers.  “Don’t play games, Bells.  I’m not.  You’re getting the first impression rose.  I’ve…I need some air.”

There was a difference with kissing him.  Nothing had ever felt better.  Nothing has ever even tasted better than his lips.  His tongue.  And there were cameras capturing it all.  Even the tightness of his pants, and quick departure.

Jena grabs the card, squealing as she starts to open it, “Make sure you’re laser focused,” after she says your name with the other group of girls, you lose interest.  You are going on a group date, with something that involves lasers, and you are getting to see Nick again.

“So is he a good kisser?”

“Hmm?” Looking up from your bland coffee, you stare at one of the nameless contestants.  You couldn’t keep up.  There were so many of them.

“You going to play innocent when Nicole saw you and Nick kissing.  So was he any good?” You didn’t have to listen to this.  You aren’t opposed to making friends, but the point of the show wasn’t them.  It was him.  “That bad or that good?”

“What do you want me to say?  Nick and I kissed.  I’ll admit to that, as to everything else it doesn’t matter.  I’m going to get dressed for the date.”

“He left the cocktail hour.  Barely talked to anyone.  Maybe her kiss was the one that was so bad he couldn’t stand being around her.”

“She got a first impression rose.  I don’t think it was a bad kiss.”

“And he still asked her for a group date.”

They weren’t slick, or quiet.  No wonder there was always so much drama on here.  You could hear everything.  And you learned quickly that if you didn’t hear it someone would tell you what you missed. A constant trying to pit everyone against each other.  It was going to be a long seven weeks.  If you made it that far.

Laser tag.  Of course that’s what the date card meant.  And of course you being caught making out with Nick had everyone immediately wanting to go up against you.  Not all could.  You had to be put into teams.  Your team got lucky, you’re an excellent shot.  

“Oof!” You choke out as someone pulls you into a hidden alcove of the arena.  Back slamming against the wall, and then the softest touch of his fingertips run down your side, “Nick, we can’t…”

“I had to see you.  There’s never enough time with you.  There’s no cameras here.  And I can’t stay away.  You feel it right?” Biting at your lip, you nod your head.  Trembling as his hands grips to your hip.  Fingers digging into your skin, while his thumb makes shapes on your stomach so tenderly.  His hand rests on the wall beside your head, and you suddenly understand all those romance novels.  This is the perfect angle for him.

“You’re getting a rose,” he informs you, biting at his lip.  Unsure of whether this was part of the show or not, but you liked it.

“I don’t need you to tell me that.”

“I want to be open and honest with you about what I’m thinking.  You’re getting a rose.  You’re not going anywhere, and from how I feel right now, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.  I need you to stay and see where this goes.  Kiss me.”

Shaking your head no, you pull him closer.  Your hand drops the laser gun and you run you shaking fingers up his back, “You better kiss me, or I’ll make sure Nicole gets a good shot at you.”

“This is too fast,” was it the show or getting caught up in the feelings that made people fall so fast.  When you watched the show you laughed at these women.  Now you understand.  You could see it happening, and feel it right before your eyes.  It didn’t even feel free.

“So?  This is not a normal way of dating.  This is entertainment for millions, and this kiss is just for us.  Kiss me like you wanted to last night.  No cameras.  No bullshit.  Just…” your hand coasts to his neck, and you pull him into you.  Slotting your lips on his, and the hand beside your head moves to the back of your neck, and he presses his weight into you.

Breathless isn’t even the word.  It’s shocking.  Lightning sparks through your veins when his tongue licks over your lips, and you grant him access.  Whimpering in his mouth, and clinging to him so tightly.  This wasn’t a normal first kiss.  This was just the beginning of passion.  Had this alcove had more room, you would have been pulling him to the floor.  

Nick starts ghosting his lips down your jaw, settling on your neck, and gives you a tiny little nip.  Rolling his hips into your body, “Nick, we can’t.”

“I want to.”

“I want to, too, but,” your words drown out as his mouth dips even lower on your body.  “Nick, please.”

“I love that word coming out of your mouth,” you mewl as he kisses down your chest.  Fingers weaving through his hair.  “My god, Bella…”

“Stop.  Stop stop,” he stands up immediately, staring at your kiss bruised lips.  “They already hate me.”

“I saw the footage.  It seems to just be a couple that hate you.”

“I watch the show.  I know how girls can be.  Just…I like this, but we have a contract.  And not all of us want to buy ourselves out of it.  This was fun.”

“Maybe, we’ll do it again?”

It was cruel.  Having to follow someone else’s rules, and not just your own.  They weren’t even Nick’s rules, but the studios.  “You know where to find me,” you playfully answer, and his eyes drift down your body as you begin to leave.  

“I’ve got a rose just for you,” and let the games begin.  

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[cutejk123]

Luaisy fanchildren in Picrew style

Violet (Age 14)

Blossom (Age 12)

Now, I will introduce to you....

My Mareach fanchildren

Mario and Peach has 4 children (2 daughters and 2 sons- twins). Their names are: Plum, Carmelo, Paul and Marcella. Carmelo and Paul are twins and Plum is the eldest child. They love their mum and dad and their 2 pets: A Male Golden Retriever dog named Luca and a Female blue Parakeet bird named Bianca. The children loves adventure and visiting their family and cousins and they have realistic feelings.

Here they are <3

Here are the links:

TOON ME! ⟪ A ⟫｜Picrew

TOON ME! ⟪ B ⟫｜Picrew

Plum

Age 15

Female

Bisexual, ''Cis''

She/her

Birthday: June 5th

She is the eldest child of Mario and Peach

She's really good at baking, which she learned through her mother.

She is very protective with her younger siblings and they look up to her.

Personality: kind, loyal, protective, talkative, bubbly, adventurous, loving, friendly, a bit sassy, slightly moody.

Loves: cake, her family and friends, hanging out with her cousins Violet and Blossom, music, playing video games, baking, taking care of her younger siblings, riding her bicycle, dancing, going shopping with her mum.

Great bond with her dad

Her best hobbies are baking and bike riding

Carmelo

Age 10

Male

Straight, ''Cis''

He/him

Birthday: November 12th

He is the 2nd child of Mario and Peach

He is Paul's older twin brother

He and Paul both share bedrooms with each other.

He sometimes likes to play fight with his twin brother Paul.

Personality: energetic, loud, rude, cool, funny, adventurous, cheeky, a bit horrid, kind, helpful.

Loves: his twin brother Paul, his family and friends, watching anime such as the Dragon Ball series, playing video games, skateboarding, scary movies, going to the park, rock music, eating crisps, bubble-gum.

A huge Dragon Ball fan

Paul

Age 10

Male

Straight, ''Cis''

He/him

Birthday: November 12th

He is the 3rd child of Mario and Peach

He is Carmelo's younger twin brother

A Book Worm

He is a Reading, Poetry, and Science nerd.

He teaches his older twin brother Carmelo how to be more kind rather than rude.

Personality: smart, intelligent, thoughtful, lovable, shy, kind, sweet, friendly, caring, quiet, studious, clever, bright.

Loves: reading, collecting books, doing studies, science, writing poems and stories, watching nature documentaries, his family, friends and pets, getting top grades, classical music, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Winnie the Pooh, any Roald Dahl books.

A complete Mama's boy

Marcella

Age 7

Female

Straight, ''Cis''

She/her

Birthday: March 10th

She is the youngest child of Mario and Peach

She's a bit of a gremlin and has temper tantrums.

She carries her frog plushie called Hoppy sometimes.

She has ADHD

She is similar to the character of Muffin from 'Bluey'

Personality: loud, silly, tantrum-prone, giggly, a bit aggressive, pouty, cheeky, lovable, cute, crying, cheerful, crazy, chaotic, wild, creative.

Loves: her frog plushie, playing with her cousin Blossom, colouring, art, watching shows like Bluey, Peppa Pig and Tayo the Little Bus, getting what she wanted, sweets, playing tea parties, swimming, her family and friends, dressing up, her uncle Luigi, getting hugs and kisses, roller-skating.

A Papa's girl (she dearly loves her dad so much).

So there it goes and I hope you guys like them. Which one of the Mareach children do you like the most, let me know <3

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[skyroenrie]

Shared Umbrella

Pairing: Miyuki Kazuya x Sawamura Eijun

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G

Word count: 1.5k

Alternate Universe, One shot

Synopsis: For the first time, Kazuya is so close to his favourite person.

He let’s out a heavy sigh, it is quite a downpour outside. The clouds are so dark if he didn’t know what time it currently is, he will definitely thought it’s already evening.

He still have three more classes, and he is hoping that by the end of it, the rain has already stopped.

With one last sigh, he turns his focus back on his teacher as the rain continues to shower the earth.

Later that day, Kazuya fights the urge to groan in dismay, the rain still hasn’t stop, and though it is not pouring as heavily as it did earlier, it is still impossible for him not to go home a little wet.

Without much of a choice, the fifth grader opens his backpack and takes out his umbrella.

He would rather not stay in school for long, some of his friends might spot him and drag him in their shenanigans.

He opens his umbrella and walks out into the rain, away from the protection that the school buildings alcove provides him from the rain.

He takes about five steps when someone runs towards him, taking shelter under his umbrella, startling Kazuya in the process.

He frowns.

Fixing his glasses and mouth opens to berate whoever it is that decides it will be fine to run into his umbrella built to fit just one kid.

If it’s Youichi or Mei, he will definitely push them away.

When he turns to his right though, he is not expecting a familiar mop of brown hair. He is expecting green or maybe blond... maybe even red, pink or black.

But definitely not brown.

Kazuya is not expecting their neighbour and fourth grader Sawamura Eijun to duck under his umbrella.

The younger boy is currently clutching the straps of his backpack tightly, with droplets of rain on his hair.

The boy looks up at him, eyes bright in that brilliant shade of gold and offering a small shy and apologetic smile.

It is obvious that he doesn’t have his umbrella with him.

Kazuya doesn’t have the heart to push him away, cheeks warm and hand getting a little clammy.

He says nothing, looking ahead of him as he continues to walk, in a much slower pace than normal so that Eijun won’t be left behind.

For the first time, Kazuya is so close to his favourite person.

Under one umbrella... the two of them, strangely, fits just right.

“The rain is not stopping...” Eijun says, eyes glued on the ground.

Kazuya nods his head, before inwardly grimacing when he realizes that Eijun is not looking at him so he lets out a small grunt. He don’t want Eijun to think that he is being ignored and that he is an ‘unapproachable kid’ just like what Mei – Eijun’s cousin – keeps on telling him.

He looks at his companion and tips his umbrella slightly to the right, making sure that Eijun’s arm will not get wet.

The younger boy smiling up brightly at him and moving a bit closer.

His hands clutching on Kazuya’s arm as he shivers a little.

Kazuya looks away, feeling his cheeks heating up more.

Kazuya could still remember the day when he first met Eijun. He is on his third grade that time, and Mei, his so called best friend introduces him to his cousin who is a transferee from a school somewhere in Nagano.

Kazuya has never met someone so bright before; not Mei with his blond hair, not Youichi with his leafy green hair, or the Kominato’s bubbly pink hair, or even Katsuyuki’s red hair.

Eijun is a different kind of bright.

He is loud, but Kazuya thinks that his loud mouth fits his bright personality perfectly.

With his beautiful golden eyes, wide toothy grin and cheerful laughter, Eijun is so bright yet warm Kazuya couldn’t help but admire him.

He is so delighted when he finds out a week after that the younger boy lives two houses ahead of him.

But they never get to interact much, not even when their mothers are together for a tea, or their fathers bonding over chess or shogi and cars.

Even at school, he rarely sees the boy, for Eijun is always surrounded by a group of children who are taken in by the brightness that he emits.

So no matter how much he wants to spend some time with the other boy, the universe, for whatever reason, just won’t permit.

And, well... yes, he does have a crush on the other boy.

A painfully embarrassing experience for him when his dearest mother finds out, and his father not helping in the slightest.

Kazuya take a glance on the boy, just an inch or so shorter than him. Wondering what thoughts are running right now in Eijun’s pretty head.

He could feel the butterflies in his tummy performing various gymnastic stunts, maybe even competing vigorously with one another.

He opens his mouth, wanting to say something... but nothing comes out.

He gulps, he really should say something.

Otherwise, Eijun will think he’s really boring.

He wants to tell the other boy how much he likes him, and maybe they can become close friends just like their parents.

Play and watch baseball together... “Uhm... Ei-kun, you know...”

“Hmm?”

“Wow...” he suddenly thinks “His eyes are really pretty... and bright and dazzling.” Kazuya once again can’t find the words to say.

For someone who has no problem talking back with mean older kids and making witty comebacks on his friends, Kazuya sure is tongue-tied when Eijun is in front of him.

He looks away and shakes his head, “Nothing,” he mumbles “Nothing at all."

Eijun tilts his head, confusion evident but he decides it’s no use insisting the other boy what he wants to say.

He clutches on his arms tightly, but not overly so, as they continue to walk back home. Kazuya’s umbrella their only shelter from the rain.

Kazuya glances at the other boy again, he’s strangely quiet, not that he minds, it’s just rare to find him not talking about random things or laughing about something.

He looks at the sky, hoping that the rain will continue to pour down.

Not wanting this rare moment to end.

Wanting to spend more time with the other boy, maybe... talk about random stuffs, like baseball... or the latest episode of Doraemon.

Maybe they can both laugh at Youichi’s unfortunate incident earlier, or Kenta accidentally swallowing an apple seed and panicking because he thought it’ll grow inside his tummy.

He can also spill about Mei getting into trouble and Masa-nii coming to bail him out of it, or about how cool Tetsu-nii and Chris-nii are.

“We’re almost home...” Eijun voices out.

Ah... the time is not on his side it seems.

And the rain... the rain is almost coming to a stop.

“Un,” is his only response. Mind and mouth still unable to cooperate.

Today is a rare chance, yet, Kazuya is unable to take advantage of it.

He wish that tomorrow, it will rain again.

And that Eijun will forget to bring umbrella again.

Maybe then, maybe they will be able to talk about a lot of things.

Maybe then he will finally be able to tell the other boy that he likes him, that he is his favourite person and wishes to be friends with him.

Kazuya let out a small sigh, it feels like the passing rain is laughing at him. Making fun of him for failing to take advantage of this rare oppurtunity to get close to the bright boy.

And as they come closer to Eijun’s house and rain stops, Kazuya wishes from the bottom of his heart that it will rain again tomorrow.

Letting go of Kazuya’s arm, Eijun smiled at Kazuya, bright and golden and warm the latter can’t look away.

“Thank you for today, Miyuki Kazuya! Laters!” He told him before ducking out of the umbrella and running the small distance to their house, leaving Kazuya looking after him.

A small smile graces Kazuya’s features, he closes his umbrella and adjusts his glasses. The butterflies in his tummy are still competing in gymnastics, his cheeks still feels warm and hands still clammy.

The spot on his right arm where Eijun have been clutching him tingles with warmth.

Tomorrow... if it rains again, and hopefully it will, Kazuya will make sure to properly communicate, so they can talk about a lot of things while walking home together in the rain, under his umbrella.

— — — — —

Omake

Eijun peeks through the door, watching as Kazuya walks away before softly closing the door.

Leaning on the door, he opens his backpack, staring at his yellow folding umbrella. A soft blush dusting his cheeks as a small smile blooms on his face.

“I hope it rains again tomorrow.”

He just hopes that his Mei-nii didn’t saw, or he will definitely tease him about his little crush.

“Under one umbrella

I can't honestly convey my hidden feelings

Please don't let this end

The passing rain is telling me to hurry

Love in the rain for the two who came closer”

Aiai Gasa - Tegomass

[tea-and-conspiracy]

Character Summary: Eliane

alias/nicknames: “Ellie”

As Hyuran and other outsiders struggled with the pronunciation of “Eliane” (often voicing it as “Ellie-ann”), she began to request that everyone call her “Ellie” for simplicity’s sake.

gender: she/her

age: ~28 (because what are time bubbles???)

zodiac: (Real world: Aquarius; Eorzea: Halone)

abilities + talents: Eliane is, first and foremost, a businesswoman. She is fluent in the artes of bargaining, diplomacy, and law. Secondarily she is a scholar and astrologian, and thirdly she is a healer. Beyond that, good luck! ;D

alignment:  lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

For now, Eliane remains in the category of a “reluctant hero”. She will ever strive to do what is morally ‘good’, but she will probably cut morally grey corners to achieve her goals.

sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

languages: Common, Old Elezen, halting Garlean, extremely limited Roegadyn, even more limited Ala Mhigan.

family: Barengar Requingris (Husband), Emmereaux Dufresne (Father), Olivie Lachansseau (Mother), Juleaux Dufresne (twin brother), Odette Lachansseau (First Cousin), Cyrusoix Lachansseau (Uncle), Celeste Requingris (Daughter), Trevain Requingris (Son), Varden Requingris (Son), Garcelle (????)

friends: Eliane’s family comes from common stock; it was only by cleverness and cunning that they managed to navigate the seas of industry and secure a noble title, something her parents never allowed her to forget. Thus, she’s ever remained mindful of her origins, and has actively remained involved in the affairs of her employees. To this day they remain her closest confidants and friends, and she’d entrust anyone among the Bellworks with her life.

sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

relationship: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height: 6.3″, Average Elezen lady. scars: Though Eliane presents the model of a prim and proper lady, well-groomed to a literal T, she conceals some rather grisly scars beneath her many layers. A latticework of whip lashings lay long-healed across her back, and a grisly puncture wound twists its way into her lefthand side. What sort of encounters might have caused these wounds? And why has she never spoken of them?

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

A few songs that remind you of them:

Golden Sun: The Elemental Stars

Fire Emblem: A Messenger

Valkyria Chronicles: Randgrith Archduke’s Family

Cirque de Soleil - Alegria

Nightwish - Amaranth (Instrumental)

Within Temptation - Iron

tagged by: @dragons-ire

tagging:  @autochthonousone you can’t get out of this! @houserosaire, @endangered-liaison, @norhimorovine, @high-and-away, @daughter-of-fire-and-dreams , @clockwork-sparrow, @sergiusreports , @reima-awen​

[sixofbows]

black magic 🖤 ch 10

original male character x original female character

no warnings

rating: explicit

summary: Spencer grows bolder as she grows older.

It all felt like a countdown to her eighteenth birthday. 

A campus tour down south the summer before senior year, before college applications. Spencer and Kendall had to swear up and down for weeks to Calvin, Ms. Williams, Grace, and Kendall's SoCal cousins to convince them all that they would be safe and sound and able on the drive between all their homes—just the two of them, since Kevin knew he wanted to head East. Spencer also had her heart set on a particular school already, though she pretended otherwise—any excuse for a good road trip with her best friend. Kendall liked music without lyrics, and Spencer discovered that she didn't miss singing when the deepest conversations filled the notes in between, empty cups of coffee at their feet.  

A better Homecoming now that she had full access to a car, rushing into a bubble tea shop because they were cold in their dresses and heels rather than overheated in the stuffy gym, with Calvin's Starter jacket layered over her short black dress, poking Kendall a little too hard when she noticed that Kevin's sport coat was draped over her shoulders. Toasting their plastic cups as they sat in the shop's plastic seats, toying with her straw as she teased her friends around her, did Kevin misplace his jacket?, blushing when they pushed right back, Kevin's hand flipping up the metal zipper right at her chest. 

It's both of ours, Spencer explained, curling her fingers around the Golden State lettering on the front of the jacket, peppermint aftershave on the collar brushing against her breast. 

continue reading on ao3

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Name: Lionel Kovu Ejiofor

Nicknames: Lio, Kovu, Cub, Kitty, Grumpy Cat, Li (friends, classmates, and Aya)

Age: 15

Birthday: July 27th

Height: 5'6

Gender: Male

Appearance: He takes after his father a lot from his emerald green eyes, thick wavey dark brown hair, and forever scowl on his handsome face. He's tall with a semi athletic build much like other teens his age with a scar across the right side of his face that goes over his eye and eyebrow just under his birthmark a few inches wide from his right temple to the scalp.

Clothes: He often dress in very easy moving casual close like high waisted baggie jeans or cargo pants and a baggy shirt and high top sneakers

Personality: Lionel is very aloof and disinterested in the world around him, rather wanting to sleep all day than actually do anything. When he isn't tired beyond life he's pretty sarcastic and loyal especially towards Aya and their father and is very strong in both brain and physical strength and smarts.

Schooling: 2nd year in high school

Likes: Aya, afternoons, honey, bobba tea, potato chips, meat, track and field, his dad, his cousin Leon (though he doesn't admit this), summer, the smell of roses and sage, naps, freshly cleaned clothes and bed sheets, lo-fi, rock, country, art, history, fish, writing, chilling with his friends, lava lamps, black nail polish, Hot Topic, oranges, citrus, bubble baths, video games

Dislikes: Sugary sweet things, being bothered or annoyed, his annoying classmates, when someone ask about his family too much, someone making Aya cry, Ivan, his uncle, being called spoiled or rich, loud busy places, when someone uses his hair products, racists, sexists, Karens

Abilities: Very smart, very fast, strong, okay with kids, good with words

Name Meaning: Lionel - Latin for "little lion" Kovu - Swahili for "scar" Ejiofor - Nigerian for "I am bestowed with righteousness and virtue"

Trivia: - Was born some time before Aya was adopted by Taka, only ever knew them as his family - Doesn't trust Ivan since he's protective to Aya and Ivan is lowkey scared of the boy - Despite his laziness he hasn't failed a single class test which is impressive and annoying to teachers who want to "teach him a lesson" - Doesn't tell people the story behind his scar

So I made Leona in this AU-

[sunnyanddumb98]

Staring at the computer screen, the word "kokoro" was written once again. Calor had learned that word by watching anime with their school friends on Sundays after their night of video games. Mattresses, yoga mats, and a futon couch created a nest for them. The curtain covered the bright morning light of a sunny winter day, and a portable heater with three red tubes illuminated what remained. The large and bright screen flickered with different colors according to the plot.

Feeling tense, restless, and with much more energy than preferred, Calor volunteered to go buy bread for breakfast. Besides the cockroaches, the elevator was constantly under repair, and the stairs in that building consisted of four steps connecting each alternate floor, forming a criss-cross pattern. The building was constructed in the sixties, and the stairs had remained timeless, not in a classical way, but rather akin to the liminal spaces of back rooms, supermarkets, or airports.

The girls no longer lived there. The last time Calor had spoken with one of them, they had moved to the other side of the city, The same day they decided never to speak to the air again, walking to the beach. A seagull followed the bus just outside their window; if there hadn't been glass, it could have been easily caught. The sand was glittering, and the sky was clear. They talked about how they solved problems with their partners, ate cucumber, lettuce, and carrot sandwiches, and swam out to the float. Paz mentioned how she learned to eat salad from the Calor family.

In Calor`s family, they always ate salad sandwiches during tea time. They didn't know if it was common or not, but they usually had various salads for lunch. The leftovers sat in the refrigerator marinating in lemon, oil, and salt for hours before tea time, when they finally put them into fresh, warm, and crispy bread the lemon soaked through. The bite was a perfect blend of acid and base, warm and fresh, crunchy and soft.

They swam as far as they could. Paz swam in the sea as therapy for her panic attacks, but for Calor, it was the first time entering the sea in eight years. the whole length of their friendship, they stayed there, observing people from afar, until the pressure of the ocean felt like a compression blanket over their bodies, squeezing them tighter and tighter until they decided to return.

When Calor was a child, their school would organize end-of-year trips to a swimming pool. Sixty children plus their siblings, with all the mothers preparing salads, and all the fathers enveloped in barbecue smoke. Calor always stayed longer than they should, floating in a deep corner, feeling the pressure in their chest and letting tears rise. They amused themselves by making bubbles with their breath until they had enough strength to resurface.

Around the same time, she used to wear small pearl earrings. After a morning tennis class at school, the left earring got caught in the net, her earlobe split, and bled. For months leading to that day, she had a recurring dream: a small marble rolling down the hallway, the one overlooking the lunch courtyard, blood spreading through the corridor, and when the ball hit a clown mask, Calor touched her ear and saw the blood.

They hid the blood with their hair and a notebook until school ended at four-thirty in the afternoon. When their parents saw them, they immediately took them to the emergency room. That day, she promised to always, immediately tell whenever she got hurt, but when the recurring dream of Aire's clothes on her cousin's house bathroom floor started, she should have known. For years after the night, the dream came true,  she that promise, every day.

Even when surrounded by people who had never known of their existence, she broke the promise. Even when no one in that living room spent time together or even spoke to each other, she still broke it. As if his existence, the existence of that time, were a children's fantasy book taken too seriously, painful but invented. But every time she saw "kokoro" in her drafts when she walked the streets avoiding the lines when the fruit was exceptionally tasty when the skyscrapers were drawn against a blue sky, Calor couldn't help but laugh all day long.

[icy-watch]

From @peanut-with-wifi-access

#some good rest cures all!#←(has tried to sleep off sickness b4 and has only ever woken up feeling worse)#←←(random icy tips about sickness would be appreciated)

Certainly! I'll put them below the cut bc it got long.

I don't have any magic curse, but I do know a bit to help treat some symptoms to help you go about your day easier.

Obv resting is important, but so is hydration. Lots of water, but tbh when I'm sick, I tend to lean more on Gatorade. Specifically the Gatorade Thirst Quenchers that you can add to your water.

A hot shower or bath. A bath followed by a shower would be optimal, but I know not everyone has access to a bath. The humidity and steam help with any mucus buildup in the throat and chest.

And speaking of mucus buildup. I have 2 hot drinks that are helpful here. Hot lemonade with thyme and apple pie tea.

Hot Lemonade

The juice of 1 lemon

1 tablespoon slightly fermented honey with garlic (recipe will be below) - Garlic can be omitted from the drink

Either 1 sprig of thyme or 1/2 teaspoon of dried thyme

1 mug of hot water

Add all of the ingredients in to a mug of your choice and enjoy!

Apple Pie Tea

2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar

1 tablespoon honey (does not have to be slightly fermented)

1/2 teaspoon cinnamon or pumpkin pie spice

1 mug of hot water

Add all of the ingredients in to a much of your choice and enjoy!

The acid in the lemon juice and apple cider vinegar help break down the mucus and thin it out. The hot water helps wash it away. And the honey helps to soothe and coat your throat. The spices and thyme are for flavor and can be omitted.

I also super recommend a humidifier. I have a cold humidifier - it just means the steam is cold, rather than hot - for my room. It's the same 1 I bought my cousin for their baby. It needs to be dried completely at the end of each use (I usually disassemble it and let it air dry while I'm at work or out of my room for the day), and needs to be cleaned once a week (run it normally with water and a bit of white vinegar, and then wipe down when it turns itself off).

And now onto something not everyone may like that will help clear out your sinuses.

Slightly Fermented Honey with Garlic

1 cup garlic cloves

1 cup raw honey

1 sanitized mason jar

Mason jars can be sanitized in boiling water, or wash and dry the jar and pop in to a clean microwave, sans lid, for 60 seconds.

Peel the garlic cloves and crush them either with the back of a knife blade or the palm of your hand and place them in the jar.

Poor the raw honey over the garlic cloves. Make sure every clove is coated in the honey.

Place the lid on the jar loosely and pop into a dark corner or cabinet.

Every day for about 1 month, make sure to re-mix the garlic in the honey to coat the cloves and place back in the dark corner or cabinet. You should see some bubbles start to form on the surface of the honey.

The flavor will develop over time, and the garlic will mellow out.

Raw honey is optimal, as it will have the bacteria needed to help start the fermentation process. If raw honey isn't available, it will take a little longer to ferment. So, it’s always nice to have a jar at the ready.

My sister tends to make this more than we do. And she'll use the honey and garlic in different things - salad dressings, red pasta sauce, things like that. It's really good for allergies and any kind of illness.

If you're fine with water in your nose, a Neti pot or something similar is very helpful. Don't just use tap water, if probably the biggest takeaway. It's not safe, as there may be bacteria in your water that you're unaware of that can seriously make you sick or worse.

Sterilize the water first (microwave or boil) and let it cool to room temp, mix with a saline solution, put in 1 nostril, tilt your head back slightly to guide it through your sinuses, tilt your head to the side, and then down in front of a sink to drain. You'll be able to feel the water go thru your nasal passages.

And finally, eat fruits and vegetables. You can eat white meats, but red meats can make you feel worse when sick. Same with any high-fat food (so no cookies/biscuits, ice cream, cake, chips/crisps, etc.).

For a classic recipe:

Chicken noodle soup

1 chicken breast

1 yellow onion

2 or 3 stalks of celery

3 large carrots or 2 cups of carrots

3 cloves of garlic (do not use the slightly fermented garlic from the honey mixture)

8 cups of chicken broth or stock

2 tablespoons of butter

1 sprig of thyme or 1/2 teaspoon of dried thyme

1 sprig of rosemary or 1/2 teaspoon of dried rosemary

1/4 teaspoon of dried sage

1 box of noodles

Either cook the chicken breast whole or cut them up into bite sized chunks with some oil over a low to medium heat/flame. Cook until no longer white, and there is some golden color on the meat. Take the chicken out and set to the side.

While the chicken cooks, you can cut up the onion. Gordon Ramsey has the best video for dicing an onion, imo. After the chicken is done, cook the onion with the butter and a dash of more oil. The oil will keep the butter from burning. Turn the heat/flame down to low and cover. Allow the onions to turn translucent before stirring. When the onions have started to yellow slightly, you'll know they're done.

As the onion is going, you can prep the carrots and celery. Carrots do not need to be peeled, but you're welcome to do so. Cut into bite sized chunks. The celery can be cut into bite sized chunks as well or minced if you don't like the flavor (like me). If needed, you can add a little more oil to the pot.

Add in the garlic and herbs. Cook until fragrant (30 seconds to a minute), add the chicken back in, add in broth/stock. And boil. Turn down to a low- medium heat/flame while making the pasta.

In another pot, boil some water for your choice of pasta. Cook per the directions on the box.

The ingredients for the soup, sans pasta, can be put into a slow cooker and cook on low all day or over night.

The soup can be made ahead of time and frozen in portions, so it’s already there for when you’re feeling sick. Don’t freeze the pasta with the rest of the soup. Make sure the soup is room temp before freezing.

I always recommend making the pasta on the side and not mixing it with the rest of the soup. If frozen, the texture of the noodles is off. They also absorb a LOT of the broth/stock. Keeping them separated helps with that.

My preferred pasta with chicken noodle is actually egg noodles.

If you can’t get stock or broth, water and bouillon works just as well. I’ll typically do a mix of some stock or broth and water with bouillon. It can get expensive.

If you’re too sick to make the soup itself, canned in more than fine. I’m a Progresso fan, but the store brand thats labeled as chunky is the same thing and more affordable, so I’d go with that.

A lot of these treatments for different symptoms can actually help you get more rest, which will allow you to get better sooner.

Hopefully this is helpful. It’s probably a lot of stuff y’all’ve seen before, but there might be something you’ve never seen before.

Oh, Luz, honey.

Hopefully this sleeping helped her.

[electronswrites]

I saw your Lu Ten hates Zuko AU and I was wondering if you could elaborate? Just some more fun details? No pressure but I love the idea!

I live to cause pain, so sure!

If Lu Ten has been a captive of the Dai Li, Zuko probably finds him when he sneaks into Lake Laogi. Perhaps, while down there, he also finds letters between Long Feng and PRINCE Ozai, offering information that could help the EK fight off the FN seige in exchange for killing one Prince Lu Ten of the Fire Nation. This increases Zuko's guilt and Lu Ten's hatred.

We have to remember that, other than the scar, Zuko looks a LOT like Ozai. This makes it even easier for Lu Ten to classify Zuko as simply an extension of Ozai. He looks at Zuko and sees his treacherous uncle that tried to kill him, not the little kid that once worshipped him.

Lu Ten has been a captive for six(?) years, and that will mess with anyone's head. So if he's a little gruff, a little short, as far as Iroh is concerned, that's normal. He's not used to socializing with people. He just needs time.

The more Iroh asks Zuko to be patient with Lu Ten, the more convinced Zuko becomes that rather than Iroh being oblivious to the mistreatment, Iroh condones it. The abuse starts out subtle, just nasty comments and insults. Zuko may have rescued Lu Ten, but that doesn't erase all the years Lu Ten spent locked up because of Zuko's father.

Zuko's first solution is to avoid the apartment where Lu Ten is convalescing. He gets up early to go down to the tea shop and prepare for the day. He stays late to finish cleaning up. Iroh thinks Zuko is just trying to give him time alone with his long lost son and tries to reassure him that he deserves time to reacquaint with Lu Ten as well. Iroh encourages Zuko to spend time with Lu Ten while Iroh oversees the shop.

When they're alone, the comments turn to diatribes. Lu Ten lays into Zuko, telling him over and over what a disgrace he is, how worthless he is, that he's so disloyal even a traitor didn't have use for him. Lu Ten mocks his banishment, his scar, his failure to find the Avatar.

Zuko keeps quiet for as long as he can, but soon all of his feelings bubble over. He tells Lu Ten that he's wrong, that Uncle said he's a good man, that he's proud of him and thinks of him like a son. Lu Ten just laughs. His father was lonely and mourning. Now that his "real" son is back, he doesn't need Zuko anymore.

Zuko tries not to believe that, but it fits so neatly with his own perception of himself. He feels overwhelmed. He thinks he might cry. He doesn't want to break down in front of Lu Ten, so he tries to leave, but Lu Ten isn't done.

Lu Ten grabs Zuko by the arms and holds him in place. Zuko feels the fabric of his robe start to burn and tries to get away, but he doesn't fight back. He won't risk hurting his cousin and "betraying" his family worse than he already has.

Things can go a few different ways after that. Either Zuko runs away, he, Lu Ten and Iroh end up rounded up by Azula or they continue with anonymity in Ba Sing Se after the coup. That last one would be the worst for Zuko. If Iroh ever does see any of his new burns, he'd assume they were from the new FN patrols in the lower ring. His response would be to treat the burns while scolding Zuko to be more careful.

[lackofsleepandtea-blog]

Welcome to another edition of Encanto head cannons that live rent free in my head.

What the children were like PRE gifts

- Isabela was in fact a VERY independent child growing up. She didn’t need anyone’s help and did not like being coddled or babied at all. But, at the same time, she liked being helpful and in some ways wanted to be seen as a equal.

- Isabela also ADORED her abuela and would always follow her snd whenever abuela needed something she was always the first one who volunteered with a loud “I GOT IT BUELA” and would proceed to go to the task at 100% speed. Validation was her love language.

- Dolores on the other hand was extremely shy. She kept to herself, stuck with Felix and observed every single person with wide eyes.

- her and Isabela were I. Fact best friends growing up and acted like sisters rather than cousins. Isabela acting like the leader and Dolores silently following behind and always helping her execute her plans.

- Luisa was a whole other story in terms of how she was prior to getting her powers. She was the definition of a daddy’s girl. She would look at agustine like this man invented the moon and hung the stars and ADORED him. She clung to him every change she could and he loved it. Another thing is I could see her as a toddler asking a lot of questions. “Pa.... why is Isa so bossy?” “Pa.... can mr. Unicorn have a hug too?” “Papa.... I had a nightmare can I sleep with you and mama?” “Papa I drew you this” * holds up a little stick figure drawing of her and him holding hands which causes him to melt”

- Luisa was also very sensitive as a child. I imagine her walking around with her older sister and cousin, sucking her thumb and carrying a little stuffed unicorn. She liked doing simple things- helping julieta cook, drawing, hearing stories from her uncle Bruno and playing with her dolls. She didn’t get ‘tough’ until a village boy made fun of Isabella one day, to which she beat the hell out of him the best a three year old could and everyone realized that she wasn’t a ‘cry baby’ and or softie- but instead someone who will protect her family at any cost.

- Camilo is and always will be a mamas boy. ( I’m not backing down on this period).

- Dolores originally was very excited to have a sibling. But as soon as he was born and she saw how loud he was she decided she didn’t want a little brother anymore. So one day when her mother was doing chores and her dad was helping, her and Isabela put Camilo in a basket and took him to the local church and left him there. Needless to say they both got in a LOT of trouble.

- Camilo was always a happy baby when he was in pepas arms. Which always made her happy to see her baby happy. He always knew how to make her smile. Before he could talk and really express himself he would blow bubbles in order to get her to laugh. His first word was mama and his first steps were to her too.

- this kid- the first boy out of all girls so far was like the girls little Barbie. They would dress him up and do tea parties with them snd taught him everything they knew.

- also he was too good at the game hide and seek and would always win. He also loved startling and or playing tricks on other people in the house- except for pepa because Felix told him not to. His favorite person to prank or scare was Dolores.

- Mirabel was a combination of a mamas girl and abuelas girl. She would always love to hear stories from abuela and also follow her around but also spent time in the kitchen with Julieta. Julieta actually taught her to sew and the first thing she ever sewed was for abuela.

- her and Camilo were always together. Their favorite activity was to do make believe outside and go on ‘adventures’ in the town.

- Antonio was known as everyone’s baby. Since the age gap was so large, everyone part took in his upbringing. But the majority was left to Mirabel who spent time with him in the nursery. At night she would so shadow puppets for him and tell him lavish Stories till he would fall asleep.

- Camilo was glad to have a brother and not be the only male cousin. He made sure thaf no one messed with him because rhat was HIS little brother.

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Modern AU w/ Michael Gray (a concept)

I visited the local weekly fabric market (Dutch: Lapjesmarkt) for the first time and, my days, what an experience. Ngl, I went overboard buying fabric, but it’s been a while since I had such a blast.😅

Anyways, I was by far the youngest there though I did see a couple of girls my age (early 20’s). Otherwise, the ones closest in age were the sons/cousins/nephews dragged to the city by their fathers/uncles to help out selling. Which got me thinking…

Fabric seller/Market boy!Michael Gray

He’s very competitive with his uncles when it comes to selling, but could do without the early mornings.

Also, he’s not too fond (not at all, in fact) of the family business, Shelby Cloth Company Ltd., but always is taken along to the city on Saturday morning whether he wants to or not.

Around the marketplace, he’s known as a quiet, pensive, and even a bit brooding character.

An image he can easily contradict once someone breaks through his shell and gets him talking. Though he might not have a silver tongue like rival merchant Aberama Gold, there’s a chance of him turning into a chatterbox if and once you get him started.

However, there’s no need to pop his bubble or, rather, break down his walls when you drop by the family stall to browse.

There’s a tendency towards seeing the same faces every week, but he immediately noticed a new one in the crowd: yours.

The lady running the mobile coffee cart, another steady local presence, confirms this when she asks him whether he’d like another cup of coffee or tea.

Although you try to hide the fact you have close to no idea what you’re doing or what fabrics are officially seen as suitable for your projects, he picks up on your slight awkwardness when you finally stand before him.

Well, before his part of the stall.

Though he normally waits for customers to approach him for a purchase, he forces his shyness (the underlying reason for his distant attitude) aside to greet you.

(By the way, he totally did not mentally prepare himself beforehand, trying to anticipate the moment you’d finally drop by😜)

The conversation starts out a tad awkward, neither of you knowing what to do.

Nevertheless, once you tell him what type of sewing projects you’re into and/or want to try out, the conversation starts flowing more as he points out fabrics and offers further advice on sewing, techniques, and tools.

He also may or may not inwardly moon over the picture you made of your latest project: a ‘real Dutch’ whale shark.

(Yes, I’m referring here to my own project, but the thing is chunky and bloody cute! Bite me😤)

When the coffee lady walks by, Michael waves her over and orders for the both of you.

You politely try to decline, saying you should pay for the beverage considering you’re not a merchant like him.

But the coffee lady rejects your offer, leaving you both blushing madly when she blatantly states you need to be sweet to him “because he’s a nice boy who could do with a friend” and she expects to see you next week. Otherwise, you will have to pay regardless.

(Don’t worry, it’s only a half-loose threat)

Then she walks off, leaving you two absolutely gobsmacked.

Queue awkward silence!

A silence which grows more comfortable when you remark she’s quite the character. He nods in agreement, but before he can open his mouth to reply, one of his uncles, the notoriously hot-headed Arthur Shelby, cuts in.

“Oi, Casanova, that’s enough faffing about. Lend us a hand!”

Michael grumbles something under his breath, glaring at his uncle, before throwing you an apologetic look. ‘Seems like I need to go back to work.’

“It’s alright, I should get a move on too. By the way,” you hold up the coffee/tea, “thanks.”

As you make to carry on, he suddenly jolts forward, looking like he’s ready to jump over the pile of fabric rolls on the stall. “Wait! Before you go, what’s your name?”

You tell him, not missing out on the glimmer in his eyes. “Yours?”

“Michael, Michael Gray.”

“Well, Michael, it was a pleasure meeting you,” you say, starting to feel rather hot under the collar at the sight of him biting his lip when you say his name.

You two exchange numbers and Instagram handles before cracking on with the day.

And repeat that cup of coffee/tea the Saturday after.

And all those to come.

An additional thought: You make a Dutch whale shark as a gift to him, having picked up on how he barely contained his reaction in the face of a cuteness overdose. It’s sitting snugly in the side pocket of his backpack, keeping him company wherever he goes.

[kashvisaxena]

“I mean…if I’m being honest, I thought about it. But I have no idea how long it’s going to take him and spending that much time just—loitering around doesn’t seem like something I’m willing to do. I rather find something productive to pour myself into, you know?” She heard the relief in her cousin’s voice and was smiling instantly because it felt quite nice to know how much Layla wanted her to stay in Wilmington. For Kashvi, she'd always had her roots in London and she'd never regretted it. But now that she was on this side of the world, she was wondering what it would be like to actually settle down here for awhile and see what surprises life could bring her. “Yeah there are a few actually…there’s this beautiful bookstore that the owner mentioned they’re willing to sell because they want to travel the world. And there’s this existing bubble tea shop that I just…couldn’t resist thinking about,” she admitted with a smile. “It’s just got such a cute aesthetic and I actually feel like it might be more profitable than the bookstore too,” she murmured before giving her cousin a wider smile before inching closer to wrap an arm around her shoulders. “I love that I’ve got you…I’m sure you have your connections that could help me score some good deals once I decide to make an offer on these places.” Especially since Layla had a vested interest now in making it happen—wanting Kashvi to remain in Wilmington being the primary one. 

“I don’t know, cuz, sounds like you are a little.” Layla teased, her eyes lighting up at Kashvi's words, a grin spreading across her face. She was excited at the prospect of her cousin sticking around. "Oh, thank god! I was worried you'd dash off as soon as you got those papers signed," she said, relief evident in her voice. She took another sip of her wine, savoring the taste as she considered Kashvi's plans. "So, you're thinking of becoming a business owner? That's pretty badass. I can definitely see you bossing people around," she teased, wiggling her brows. "Any particular business catch your eye? Because let me tell you, this town's got some real gems.” She sat up straighter, her mind already racing with possibilities. "I’ve heard there’s a few businesses needing owners. But seriously, Kash, whatever you decide, I've got your back. And hey, if you need any help navigating the local business scene, I've got connections. Perks of being a sports agent, you know?" She winked, feeling a surge of affection for her cousin. It was nice to see Kashvi planning a future here, even if it meant her cousin would have to be in the same proximity of the ex.

[daughterofyourdarklord]

Okay, so ten things that Bella and Delphi have in common too pls???

1.) Her little girl’s hair is black as night, curling at the tips.  Bellatrix quickly recognizes it as her own, just as stubborn to brush, all wild and wayward.  Those indistinguishable curls grow as she does, Bella sits behind her daughter before the large mirror, running a brush through her locks, twisting and twirling large strands into beautiful braids.  There’s something peaceful about it, she never much enjoyed doing her own hair, but with the little witch it’s different. 

2.) Her daughter’s laugh is high pitch and clear and so painfully familiar that Bellatrix’s magic falters for a moment when she first hears it. The colorful bubbles she’d been entertaining her child with disappearing in a pop.  She’s quick to start up again, desperate to hear that giggle that reminded her so much of her own mother’s.  She brings it up to Narcissa later, asking if she also recognizes Druella’s laugh cascading from her daughter’s lips. Cissa smiles at her, eyes softening: “That’s your laugh too, Bella.” 

3.) The child is so very playful, physical in every aspect.  Certainly, not a trait passed down by her Father.  Delphini is constantly clinging to someone - holding onto Rodolphus’s legs, Narcissa’s hand, Draco’s dress pants.  She jumps into Bella’s arms nearly every time they’re together, always so eager to be close. Sometimes, she thinks to scold her for it, but she never can.  Even the Dark Lord accommodates to Delphini’s neediness, pulling her into his arms when the child demands it.  She supposes, at this point, he’s rather used to touchy Black witches. 

4.) “Listen to me,” Bellatrix starts, hands tight along her daughter’s shoulders for emphasis.  “Scorpius is your cousin - Draco’s son.  He has the same blood as us - he’s family.  There’s nothing to be upset about, dove. In fact, he’s going to need you to look out for him now. Can you do that?  For me, for Aunt Cissa, and for Draco, too?  Can you look out for your family?”  Delphini nods gently, still not meeting her mother’s eye.  “Why, dove? Why is it important to look out for each other?”  Bellatrix expects her to answer in kind, ‘because we’re family, mama’ she’s hoping to hammer that point home.  Her daughter sniffles before saying:  “Because we’re Blacks, mama.”  There’s a fierce sense of pride that sings through Bella at that. 

5.) She’s watching from the doorway. Narcissa's seated with her daughter on the piano bench, elegant fingers caressing carefully along the high notes.  Delphi is entirely the opposite, slamming down on the keys with such force, the little girl’s frustration becoming more than apparent.  Luckily, Narcissa’s immediate protests drown out Bella’s poorly veiled laugh.  “Come now. That’s not how highborn ladies play piano.”  From her position, Bellatrix can only imagine the reproachful look aimed her daughter’s way.  “The piano is a graceful instrument - delicate, refined, just as we..”  Delphini huffs, dropping her hands down to the bench and leaning back along the seat as though in utter agony, another dramatic sigh follows.  “Auntie Cissa..  I think I need to pick a different instrument..” 

6.) Bellatrix marches into the headmaster’s office, refusing to sit, standing tall while she listens to little Severus prattle on about decorum and respect while referencing an exceptionally disheartened charms professor.  It’s exhausting as ever, listening to the half blood drone on.  She shuts the slimy fool up, at what she imagines is likely not even halfway through his righteous speech, pushing Delphini towards the door before reminding the greasy git just exactly who he’s trying to reprimand. “I thought we raised you to be much more conspicuous!”  She hisses, frustrated but not enough to be hypocritical.  They still go to Hogsmead for tea afterwards - spending the rest of the afternoon laughing behind scones as Delphini recounts all of the circumstances where she was, in fact, much more conspicuous.  

7.) Bella hadn’t met someone that matched her in temperament since Sirius abandoned their family.  She and Delphini are quick at each other’s throats, too combative, too confrontational, restless for a row.  In some ways, it would be refreshing, if it wasn’t so achingly frustrating.  The way her daughter is looking at her now.. Magic humming around her, making those heavy, dark curls stand out, coiling like serpents.. Bellatrix has to take a step back, suddenly far too distracted by the resemblance to even remember what it was that they were fighting about in the first place. Only for a moment, though.

8.) Delphini is a menace on the battlefield.  Whipping around, curse after curse, her magic stretching and spanning in all sorts of ways - it’s wondrous to behold.  That doesn’t change the fact that she gets so lost in the duel, all eager and excited. It leaves her careless in so many ways - open, exposed.  Bellatrix is a ball of nerves the entire time, staying close to her, warding off enraged enemies and stray spells, things the girl would have never seen coming.  Rodolphus is at her side after the mission, nearly laughing at her still anxious expression. “It’s interesting isn’t it..” Bellatrix throws him an irritated look, not sure exactly what he means, he elaborates: “Finally having to worry about someone..  Now you know what it's like.” 

9.) Narcissa is a wreck, Astoria too, both of them perched at Draco’s bedside while he recovers, Lucius promptly summoned from the Ministry.  Bellatrix stayed with her sister until her husband got there, dutiful as ever.  She goes to look for Delphini the minute he arrives.  The cries coming from the cellar give the girl away immediately.  It is a pleasant sight that greets her, Delphini standing over the blood traitor, a rush of red streaming from the end of her wand.  He had hurt Draco, badly at that, and Delphini seems to have taken that personally.  She stops for a moment, two sets of eyes both resting behind heavy lids meet in the dark.  Bella nods and she turns back to the coward, cruciatus quick to follow.  It’s powerful and assertive, and it’s Bellatrix’s (Druella’s?  Delphini’s?) own laugh that chases after it. 

10.) She’s truly a beauty of old blood.  Sharp cheekbones with an even sharper jawline, her father’s eyes resting behind those heavy lids.  Her whole life, everyone had constantly reminded Bella that she was nothing short of stunning - she'd accepted it, naturally, very familiar with her own face, though, the complement always meant so much more coming from Him.  It’s not until she sees her own looks so clearly spelled out on her daughter’s features that she really understand what witches and wizards mean when they say devastatingly beautiful.

[piercingbonez]

at night || john shelby x reader oneshot

a little soft oneshot of john and a disabled/chronically ill reader because there’s a lack of disabled fics on here !! reader deals with chronic pain and issues walking !!

warnings: alcohol

words: 1.2k

a/n: if i made mistakes it’s because this was originally with an OC n i changed the pronouns to be a reader fic !!

key:

Y/N - your name

N/N - nickname

enjoy! and feedback is encouraged+appreciated! -☆

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You were sat with your head in your hands, trying to ignore the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. A cold cup of tea sat in front of you, long abandoned as you slumped at the table. You'd been staying at the Shelby house on Watery Lane, though you only knew your best friend Michael and his mother Polly, not having had the opportunity to talk to the 4 brothers individually.

Michael had fallen asleep long before you but you couldn't, the pain in you legs keeping you awake before you slipped out of his bed, trying not to wake him up as you walked downstairs. You knew he would be annoyed if he woke up and you weren't there, having told you multiple times not to be away from him, especially when his cousins were home. But you didn't care, you couldn't force yourself to lie in that bed anymore, his arms around you were comforting though they did nothing to stop the pain.

You didn't hear the footsteps coming down the stairs and only noticed the other man's presence when he was standing in front of you. He sat down before you could say anything, frowning when he noticed the tears on your damp cheeks by the flickering light of the candle on the table. "Y'alright?" He asked, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it with the candle, an amber glow casting over his face. You knew the man to be John, the 3rd youngest of the 4, his face kinder and younger than his siblings. In embarrassment you frantically rubbed at your eyes, trying to wipe away the tears, looking away from him. "Ay, Y/N ain't it?" He asked, taking a long drag from his cigarette. You simply nodded, glancing back up to him for a moment to see a small smirk on his lips, eyebrow raised. "John." He held his hand out and you took it with the faintest smile, allowing him to lift it up and press his lips against your knuckles.

"N-Nice to meet y-you John." He let his lips linger on your skin for a brief moment before they formed a smirk.

"Now, gon' tell me why you're down 'ere cryin' in the middle of the night?" His smirk disappeared and was replaced with a friendly smile, one you hadn't seen on him before, though your meetings were brief he was always either angry or smug as shit. But now you were alone, and you were upset, so he allowed himself to bring down his barriers, more concerned for your mental health than his reputation.

"I-I'm just in pain." You sighed, looking down at the table, fingers twitching absentmindedly on the hem of your dress, anxiety bubbling up. Though you were more at ease with John, you had known him mere minutes but the way he smiled and frowned with such concern despite not knowing you made you feel like you could finally be honest. Michael was your best friend, he had been for years however you could not bring yourself to admit the problems going on in your life out of sheer concern of worrying your friend.

"I-I've been strugglin' t-tah walk." You managed to mumble, refusing to make eye contact with him out of fear that you'd break down sobbing once more.

"You 'ad an accident?" His question was blunt and you simply nodded, thinking back to what had happened.

"I-I was in pain before th-that, but i fucked up." John stood up and for a moment you thought he was leaving you, though he just rooted through the cupboards to grab glasses and a bottle of whiskey. "Sh-Shouldn't you be a-asleep John?" You asked nervously, realising he was missing sleep just for you.

"Not whilst 'ya like this." He walked back over to you and poured some of the smooth amber liquid out before sitting in the chair next to you rather than opposite.

His hands once again made their way to yours and he held them tightly, rubbing his thumbs across your knuckles. "I'm not leavin' ya down 'ere to cry." You finally made eye contact, instantly getting drawn in by his swirling grey eyes, made only more beautiful by the orange glow of the cigarette butt. "Does Mikey know?" You shook your head and he sighed, letting go of one of your hands and leaning back in his chair to grab his glass. "Thought you two were best friends ay?" He chuckled lightly, you just smiling and nodding.

"Don't w-want to worry 'im." You mumbled, picking up your own glass to take a long swig of the whiskey, enjoying the burn down your throat.

"So you just come down 'ere and cry, ay?" The comment made your face heat up with the embarrassment, the situation that had led to that moment hitting you full force, John fucking Shelby caught you crying.

"I-I'm sorry." You looked away from him once more, only for his hand to cradle your cheek and force you to look back at him.

"It's okay." He picked the bottle back up and poured you both some more, you accepting it gratefully, watching as John stubbed his cigarette out before moving the hand from your cheek to your hands once more. "Whiskey 'elps with everything." He mused with a smirk, you giggling quietly and nodding, glad the alcohol was begging to ebb away at the pain. "Finish this an' we'll get ya back to bed, don' wan' Mikey boy to wake up without ya." He chuckled, the noise meaning you couldn't help but smile, his eyes lit up as he laughed and his grin was infectious, and despite the pain, you beamed with a sudden happiness.

"Thanks John." He kissed your knuckles once more before the two of you fell into an oddly comfortable silence as you drank.

"C'mon then, ay Y/N?" He'd noticed your eyes were begging to droop and you'd slumped forward somewhat, shoulders slouching.

"N/N." You smiled sleepily as John stood up, taking your hands again to pull you to your shaky feet, allowing you to lean on him for support.

"Cute." He said, his words barely audible as he slung an arm around your waist, seeing how you were clearly unstable on your feet. He helped walk you up the stairs, you leaning heavily into him, though he didn't complain, both of you smiled when the other seemed to mould against your side. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as John stopped outside Michael's room.

"Goodnight *N/N." One of his hands moved up to your jaw and tilted your head up gently, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, feeling your skin heat up under his lips.

"Th-Thank you for t-tonight John." You smiled up at him, cheeks heating up as he smirked down at you.

"No problem, an' if ya wake up again, just come get me ay?" The words made your heart swell, your cheeks flushing under his gaze at the way he cared for you, already willing to give up his sleep to help you. "Sleep well, ay darlin'?" He kissed your forehead again before pushing open the door, watching you practically hobble over to Michael's bed, smiling at John before climbing in, the former trying to ignore the tug of jealousy at his heart as he watched his cousin wrap arms around you and pull you into his chest.