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crispy-bonnie · 2 months ago

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MK1 guys attending the fair with their S/O

(Tomas Vrbada, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Raiden, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Liu Kang)

i just need to write these down because oh my god they've been stuck in my head for too long

this also ignores canon a bit (cough cough lin kuei cough cough) because i'm delusional and refuse to believe anything that bi-han did was canon /lh [lighthearted]

also not proofread and just a bit ooc , just made this outta impulse

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Tomas likes to go on the rides, specifically the more intense ones. He just finds the thrill of being tossed and turned around fun. He will do his best to comfort you if you don't do well on those kinds of rides and will even bring motion sickness meds just for you. Also please hold him whenever you're scared on those rides because it makes him feel so happy to know that you're willing to cling to him shdbsb

Tomas also enjoys the fair games a lot, the both of you trying and failing miserably to win the games and simply laughing about it. There was only one time he ever won a game, and it was only because he used a bit of his magic to toss the ring around one of the poles. Even so, it was a win in his book.

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Bi-Han doesn't really care for the fair. He's only there because both you and his brothers dragged him along. However, he seems to lighten up just a tad when he sees you gushing over how adorable one of the prize plushies is. He wastes no time in buying play tickets and making his attempt to win it just to impress you.

He eats shit every attempt that he tries. Eventually runs out of tickets and gets mad so he just uses his cryomancy out of pure rage. The poor guy at the stall is scared shitless and just claims that he won before handing him the huge ass plush out of fear. Bi-Han immediately hands it to you and just smiles tiredly at your giddy behavior as the two of you walk away hauling the big ass stuffy.

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Kuai Liang has you on a leash because you get lost easily. Either that or he's just worried about losing you in the crowds. The leash is most likely latched to some kind of bag or belt that you might be wearing. Whether or not it's you or him taking the lead, he always makes sure he's got a firm hold on the leash.

If you get distracted or overwhelmed, Kuai Liang will tug lightly at the leash to bring you closer whilst muttering 'C'mere' under his breath. He'll hold your hand to keep you from straying and as a means of comfort. If you're too overstimulated, he'll cradle you to his chest and shield your face from the noise, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances for you to focus on.

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Syzoth has had very little experience with fairs. Closest thing he's gotten to one is the Sun Do festival, and he's only experienced it once. You'll have to guide him through a lot of the stuff. He doesn't really like the rides (aside from the chill ones) but will do his best not to projectile vomit acid anywhere if you do.

You two are strolling down the place while munching on some fair food when you spot a cute looking prize at one of the game booths. You decide to use some tickets to try and win one, but you don't seem to nail it. Syzoth offers to give it a shot, scarfing down the rest of the turkey leg in his hand (that both of you were supposed to share together) before trying it out. He wins, like- perfectly, managing to win you the prize in one shot while leaving some fairgoers and the vendor stunned.

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Kung Lao is absolutely destroying all the food at the fucking stalls. It's a wonder how this mf isn't built like a 1x1 lego piece from the sheer amount he powers through. He likes to share portions with you so that you can have a nice taste of whatever high-calorie junk is being served.

Oh my god and don't get me started on the stranger sides of the fair food. Kung Lao would happily order the weirdest shit only to regret it two seconds later. Except for once. There was one time where he tried pickle drink, which is just pickles in Dr Pepper. To your misfortune, he liked it, and now it's something he whips up at home every now and then. I hope you like pickles.

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Raiden prefers to just have a chill day with you, doesn't want to do anything intense. He just walks around with you, looking at the shops and such while eating some fair food or something. He doesn't go on any of the dizzying type of rides, and will simply watch from the ground if you decide to do so.

Even without all the thrilling shit, Raiden does his best to make it enjoyable, mostly through romantic actions. Like- my dude will get matching stuff for you, stuffed animals or treats with the cheesiest lines ever—it's like you two are on a first date with how he tries to treat you. You find it adorable, especially when he gets flustered after you return the favor.

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Johnny Cage thinks he's an absolute legend at the fair games. He's really not, but he will always boast about it anyway. He'll most likely drag you towards where most of the games are and use his fuckload of tickets to play. If you point out a prize, he will absolutely fight tooth and nail to win the prize.

He never does and eventually the vendor gets so tired of his attempts that the guy just hands him the prize. Johnny will probably go on about how he totally won that while you simply chuckle and roll your eyes as the two of you move on. He also will be taking an excessive amount of photos during the fair—but that's pretty par for the course on anything with him.

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Similarly to Raiden, Kenshi isn't very fond of the intense rides, especially the ones that spin a lot. He just likes to stroll around and chill with you. He also doesn't really favor the games all too much, and if he does play, he's probably using Sento to help out.

Kenshi likes to hang around the animal-petting zoos, seeing as it's one of the few things he really can enjoy with his blindness. The two of you like to play this game where you hold an animal out to him or guide his hand towards one, and he has to guess what animal he's touching. The animals also seem to be very fond of him. Especially the fluffier ones.

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Liu Kang is kind of a mix of Raiden and Syzoth. He doesn't really care as much for the fair than he does your happiness and enjoyment. He'll happily go along with you around the fair or on rides, except for the dizzying ones. He'll gladly try some fair food, play some games, all to see you smile.

While Liu Kang often chooses not to play any of the games, he's actually jacked at this shit. Point out a prize and he'll fuckin slam dunk that game like it's nobody's business before handing you the thing you were eyeing. He doesn't pay mind to the shocked stares around him, content with watching that grin of yours shine as you giggly thank him. He also likes to go on the ferris wheel—he finds it relaxing and it gives him time to just be able to sit in peace with you whilst the fair goes on from below.

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misspygmypie · 3 months ago

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You're Not My Real Dad

Part of the "Meet & Greet... and more?" Universe Pairing: Lando Norris x Noah Words: 1501 Request: Omg I absolutely love the meet and greet series. 😍 I was wondering if I could request something where Lando and Noah get into a fight. Like Lando told him to clean up his toys and Noah dose the whole 'your not my dad' line. But happy and sweet ending of course. 😌 Masterlist

Please do not repost, thank you, and leave some feedback :)

Lando had barely stepped inside his apartment when he felt the weight of a long race weekend lift off his shoulders. But as he walked through the modern space, lined with sleek furniture and bathed in the soft glow of evening light filtering through the large windows, his attention was drawn to a new challenge awaiting him. His seven-year-old son, Noah, had been struggling a bit with his recent move to Monaco and today was no different.

The apartment was a mix of the unfamiliar and the exciting - a space with stunning views of the Mediterranean Sea. Yet, for little Noah, it was all a bit overwhelming. The transition had been difficult and the chaos of his new room showed his unease.

After a quick shower Lando headed towards Noah’s room, his footsteps soft on the polished floors. He knocked lightly on the door before opening it. Noah was deeply engrossed in constructing a Lego spaceship on the floor, surrounded by an ocean of toys, books and scattered art supplies. The room looked like a miniature storm had hit it.

“Hey, buddy,” Lando said gently as he stepped into the room. “I see you’re building something amazing there.”

Noah looked up briefly, his concentration breaking. “Uh-huh.”

Lando smiled, sitting down beside him. “I’m glad you’re having fun but it’s time we clean up a bit. The room’s a bit messy and we need to get it sorted.”

Noah’s eyes narrowed and he pushed a Lego piece aside with a sigh. “I don’t want to.”

Lando’s heart ached at the reluctance in Noah’s voice. He understood how the move had been hard on him - new city, new school, new environment and now it seemed like even the small tasks were a burden.

“Noah,” Lando said softly, his voice concerned, “I know it’s been a bit tough lately. Moving to a new place can be really hard but we need to take care of our space so it feels more like home. Come on, let’s clean up a bit.” He reached for a stray Lego piece on the floor but Noah’s small hand shot out to grab it back.

“No!” Noah screamed. “I don’t want to! I hate it here!” He pushed the Lego piece away and kicked at a pile of books, sending them tumbling across the floor.

Lando’s patience began to fray but he tried to meet Noah’s gaze. “I understand that you’re upset. It’s a big change and it’s not easy but this mess isn’t going to help.”

Noah’s face flushed red, his anger escalating. “You don’t get it! You’re not my real dad! You don’t know how I feel!” He grabbed a handful of toys and threw them across the room, the clatter echoing off the walls.

Lando’s smile faltered. When he heard those words - “You’re not my real dad!” - his heart sank. It felt as though someone had physically twisted a knife in his chest. The sting of Noah’s outburst cut deeper than any racing setback he’d ever faced. The room, once just a mess of toys and books, suddenly felt like a battleground of emotions.

“I may not be your real dad but I care about you a lot. I’m trying to make things better here. It’s not just about cleaning up, it’s about making this place feel like home.”

“No!” Noah shouted. “I don’t want this! I don’t want you telling me what to do!”

Lando’s face hardened as he stood up, his hands on his hips. “Well, what do you want, Noah? Just to sit here and wallow in the mess? That’s not going to fix anything. I’m trying to make things better for you!”

Noah shook his head, his anger now giving way to raw emotion. “I want my old room, my old friends. I want things to be normal!”

Lando’s shoulders sagged as he realized that shouting wasn’t going to help either of them. His anger dissolved into frustration and sadness. He took a deep breath and walked over to Noah, kneeling down to be at his level. “I know you miss your old life but we have to face this new reality together. If we keep fighting like this, it’s only going to make things harder.”

Noah looked away, his small body trembling. “This place is too big and too different.”

Lando’s mind raced, reflecting on the countless ways he had tried to make the transition easier; setting up Noah’s room, spending extra time with him whenever he could and making sure he felt welcomed in their new surroundings. Yet, despite these efforts, the move had taken a toll. Hearing Noah made Lando question if he had done enough or if he had somehow failed.

In his personal life there were no pit crews or advisors to help Lando navigate these emotional terrains, just him, his love for Noah and the desire to be the best father he could be.

Despite the hurt Lando knew he had to remain calm and supportive. He took a deep breath, pushing aside his own wounded feelings to focus on Noah’s needs. It was clear that Noah was feeling lost and was reaching out in the only way he knew how.

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Lando said quietly, his voice steady. “I know things are different for you and it’s not easy but I care about you and I’m here for you, even if it doesn’t always seem that way. Being your dad means helping you through tough times and sometimes that means cleaning up a messy room together.”

Noah’s eyes welled up and he looked down at the scattered toys, overwhelmed. “I don’t want to clean up. It’s too much.”

Tears began to roll down Noah’s cheeks and he buried his face in his hands. The sight of his son, usually so full of energy and laughter, now so vulnerable and upset, struck Lando deeply. He knew this move had been incredibly tough for Noah, tougher than him and Y/N had expected, and the weight of the transition was clearly taking its toll.

Lando gently pulled him close. “It’s okay to be sad,” he said softly. “I understand. Moving is hard and it’s a lot to handle but you don’t have to go through it alone. I’m here to help and I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out together.”

Noah’s bawling became more intense and his little body shook with the force of his crying. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I didn’t mean it. I know you’re my dad. I just… I just don’t know how to feel.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Lando whispered. “You’re allowed to feel however you need to. It’s okay to let your feelings out. I’m here with you and we’ll get through this. It might be tough now but we’ll find our way.”

Noah’s sobs gradually subsided and he looked up at Lando with tear-streaked cheeks. “I really miss my old room,” he said softly.

“I know you do,” Lando said gently, brushing a tear from Noah’s face. “And it’s okay to miss it. We can make this new place special too. Let’s work on it together, one step at a time.”

Noah nodded, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Okay. Can we make it fun?”

“Absolutely,” Lando said, his heart lifting at the sight of Noah’s willingness to try. “Let’s turn cleaning up into a game. We’ll see who can find the most missing pieces and put them away. And afterwards we’ll have a movie night with popcorn and whatever else you want, just the two of us.”

Noah’s face brightened slightly and he gave a small, grateful smile. “Popcorn sounds good.”

“Popcorn it is,” Lando said, smiling back. “Let’s go.”

They began tidying up and Lando made a game out of it, pretending that each toy was a hidden treasure to be found and organized. He exaggerated his excitement over each discovery, making Noah giggle despite himself. The room quickly started to look more organized and Noah’s mood lifted with each passing minute. Noah’s laughter returned as he found a new rhythm in the task and Lando felt nothing but relieved.

When they finally finished the room was clean and tidy. Noah looked around. “We did it, dad.”

“We sure did,” Lando said, giving him a high-five. “Now, let’s pick out that movie.”

They made their way to the living room where Lando let Noah choose from a selection of Disney movies. Noah’s choice was Cars - an obvious choice - and they settled in with popcorn and cozy blankets.

When the opening credits rolled Noah snuggled up against Lando, a sigh escaping his lips. The earlier tension had eased and the comfort of being with his dad made the new apartment feel a little more like home. Lando looked down at the boy in his arms. The transition to Monaco was still a work in progress but moments like these made it clear that, together, they could make it work.

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AN: Anon, I hope you like it and it's what you had in mind 🥹🫶

I'm starting a new taglist for any stories Lando x Noah related, let me know if you want to be on it!

Also, keep them requests comingggg, I have next week off and need something to do 🤭

Taglist: @eloriis @pacifierbby @landossainz @littlegrapejuice

#lando imagine #lando norris imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #lando angst #lando fluff #lando x noah

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skrrts · 3 months ago

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Hey, are you busy right now? ft. SEONGHWA (drabble series)

✧ gn! reader x park seonghwa ✧ genre: non-idol, slice of life, fluff, dating, video call ✧ word count: 760

You tried your best, really, but after hours of studying, you can't read another page. Calling your boyfriend seems like a good idea for a small break: Seonghwa is silly & loves to surprise you, even in the middle of a call but he wouldn't do that, right?

✧ a/n: anon asked for hwa's next , it's a small silly piece.

Seonghwa’s face was close as he answered, and the moment he moved back, you tilted your head. It wasn’t only that your boyfriend was literally one of the most beautiful (if not the most) person you ever encountered but lately, he put in quite some time at the gym, something you supported since you knew it mattered to him.

His beautiful long hair fell in waves around his face and he showed a little more skin than you were used to from his otherwise comfy home outfits. Did he wear makeup? Now that was new for hometime.

“Hello stunning man, what are you doing?” you chuckled but Seonghwa pressed an index finger against his lips before he scribbled something down on a paper, holding it to the camera.

Have a favor to ask but too nervous, I’ll show you.

You briefly remembered that he was asking if he could call you a little later in the evening, something you answered with your usual ‘absolutely’.

There was no way you’d never wish to speak to the one you loved. “Go ahead.”

Seonghwa inhaled loudly as he took his phone and walked over. A moment later you saw a small scene set up in Lego, the two Lego figures he liked to use representing each other, a pink bunny and an orange cat. They were what seemed to be in Seonghwa’s bedroom, holding hands.

He took them, moving over, same set up but there were little hearts put on the walls and you were amazed how your boyfriend owned enough blocks to build the same scene several times. Seonghwa was moving behind the table, trying not to be caught by the camera but you watched him biting his lips nervously.

The next one was what made you gasp a little because slowly, you noticed this wasn’t a cute show playing your love confession which did in fact happen at his place but something else.

Oh, he would not do that, would he?

There was a hold, noises in the background of how he was obviously doing something, accidentally knocking off the small couch your figure was meant to sit on. He muttered something, sighing, before just putting you there and a moment later, his little figure was holding a toy box with a ring too big for it.

Then, very slowly and carefully, Seonghwa put little sticky notes on the back wall of the little Lego room.

‘I’m shy and silly but maybe you want to marry me?’

You could see the hint of red ears as he was hiding behind the little Lego room, blinking as the videocall was filled with silence.

You never imagined receiving a proposal in such a fashion but if anything, this was very Seonghwa, who always got nervous and never gave himself the credit he deserved.

“My silly boyfriend, what’s the hesitation? Of course, I want to marry you Hwa!” you breathed and he smiled, getting up, knocking the entire legoset over.

“I am sorry, he called out to the figures before grabbing his phone tightly.

“Open the drawer, second from the bottom, small blue box,” he whispered and you blinked, moving over to do so. He must have hidden it there last time he stayed over, knowing you barely ever opened the drawer with old photo books.

And there it was, a small case with a ring. It looked a little higher budget than you knew Hwa would have so he must have saved up for it for quite some time.

“Hey, are you crying?” he sounded alarmed and you noticed how he was on outside now, chasing down the street.

Seonghwa only lived ten minutes away from you.

“Oh sush, I am just … it’s beautiful, I love it,” you promised and saw him smiling although he was running.

“Just promise me, when we get married, you will be there,” you laughed, rubbing over teary eyes.

“Of course, I will be there. For the rest of our lives,” he promised in his softest voice.

“It fits perfectly, meant to forever be there,” you looked at the ring, showing it to him and Seonghwa was beyond excited.

“I am sure, this beats the lame ring in a cake proposal your friend received,” he joked and you could hear how he used a key to unlock the door.

“Absolutely, the best, very Hwa,” you smiled and turned around.

Seonghwa was by your side within a second, pulling you into an embrace.

"I love you," you whispered, smiling at him. Seonghwa gently cupped your face and kissed you.

#seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x you #seonghwa drabble #ateez x reader #ateez drabble #ateez imagines #ateez au #ateez writing #park seonghwa x reader #sh tag #ateez fluff #seonghwa fluff #reis writes #hey are you busy right now?

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tommykinard · 3 months ago

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Hello! Just popped into say your gifsets are soooo stunning!! Thank you so much for making them!! 💕 I was also wondering if you have any resources/tips for text layouts. I feel like the text on my gifs never goes together well, but I absolutely adore the way it does in your gifsets. Appreciate your efforts!

Hi hi! This is so sweet omg thank you for the kind words 🥺💖 I'll try to articulate everything as best as I can but to be completely honest a lot of what goes on in my head when planning out typography is just ~vibes~. Putting some tips and resources under the cut because this got long oops (and has a lot of examples)!

Some tricks I use often:

Pick 2-3 fonts per gif: 1 simple small font (either serif or sans serif, but I usually lean towards sans serif), 1 decorative/fancy font, +bonus: 1 more decorative/fancy font

Here are some gifs I did using 2 fonts (with a sans serif small font on the left, and a serif small font on the right

And here are some gifs using 3 fonts. Whenever I use 2 decorative fonts in the same gif I usually make one of them a cursive font to contrast the blockier font

2. Figure out which words to emphasize: I usually use song lyrics as the text, so it's easy for me to place emphasis on words that the singer/instrumentals emphasize, but this also works for poetry/other types of writing. The important part is realizing that you can only have a few emphasized words/phrases per gif, so sometimes a lot of your text is gonna be in your "simpler" font, like I did in this gif

3. Using multiple decorative fonts per gifset: So one thing I enjoy doing is matching fonts to the ~vibe~ of each lyric, like I've done here, here, and here for example. I still use the rule of 2-3 fonts per gif, and the common thread between each of the gifs are my small font and my layer styles on the decorative fonts. It's honestly just a lot of trial and error until I end up with something I'm happy with.

4. Using the words to guide the layout: I've never been original a day in my life so here are some examples of what I mean

Left: Lyrics say "reverse" and "symmetry" so I make the typography reversed and symmetrical

Middle: Lyrics talk about dominoes so I try to make the text look like falling dominoes (inside a clock because the lyrics talk about... clockwork)

Right: Lyrics talk about a labyrinth so I make the text look like a maze path, and so on. Like I said, not original lol

5. Play around with font size, text warping, rotation, and glyphs: So this gifset used only a single font throughout, but I played around with both the font sizing and text warping to not make it feel monotone

When you use the text tool on Photoshop to type out your text, text warping can be accessed by clicking this icon on the top toolbar

Making sure you have your desired text highlighted, you can play around with the style, horizontal/vertical warp, and the values to your liking. I usually go for flag, wave, rise, or twist, but you can use any of them to get your desired effect.

Here are some more examples of where I used different warp styles

You can also use command + t (or ctrl + t) to rotate your text and place it at an angle (make sure you're not on the text tool)

You can also get cool alternate versions of letters when you go to the glyphs tab on photoshop (go to window > glyphs, and make sure it's checked, and you should see the tab in your photoshop workspace). This is how I got the cool loops on the letters in this gifset which also guided how I placed the small text.

6. Use shapes to make your small font more interesting: You can put rectangles or ripped paper shapes with layer styles on them behind your text to make the words stand out without having to user your decorative fonts, like I did here

7. Fit your text together like lego blocks (+ overlap text): One of the biggest things for me is finding spaces within the text where other text can fit. I usually do this by laying out my decorative fonts first, and then seeing where my small font can fit within it. So below are some examples of layouts I've done with the red circles showing potential places for text to go, and this was after I figured out my decorative text layouts.

The tails of letters like "y", "g", "p", and "q" are good for guiding layouts, as well as the tall points of letters like "l", "t", "h", "b", and "d". Sometimes you'll have to apply the slightest warp/angle/change the font size by 1 pt to make the text fit nicely. Also don't be afraid to let your text overlap a little! I especially like doing this when I have a delicate font and a blockier font, like I did here

Also make sure you have your different phrases on different text layers! Sometimes each word will need to be on a different text layer if that's how your layout goes, but doing this will help you move the different pieces around until you're happy with it (just like legos!)

6. Get inspired outside of tumblr: People are paid to make album art, lyric videos, posters, etc. Use these things as inspiration!

This gifset mimicked the back cover art of Taylor's Swift's ttpd album

This gifset used Noah Kahan's stick season album title layout

And this uses Big Time Rush's lyric video as inspiration

Some other resources:

Get inspired by other gifmakers and their layouts! Some that come to mind are @eddiediaaz @cal-kestis and @nataliescatorccio, and @usergif is also a great place to find amazing gifmakers who do cool typography

@usergif also has typography resources, font recs, and font pairing guides which are super useful

There are some typography layout guidelines floating around tumblr, here's one that I have saved and is a good way to start thinking of typography layouts, and here's a follow up to that

This got super long and may be more than what you wanted anon but I hope this all helps!

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afterglowkatie · 4 months ago

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hard launch ˏˋ°•*⁀ caitlin foord x cooney-cross!reader, social media

part one: soft launch is here

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noamm7 · 7 months ago

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the new boy

paring : peter parke (tom holland) X male reader

genre : fluff

summary : Peter introduces the school to the new boy (you) and a friendship with something more begins to blossom.

You were slowly adapting to your new life since you moved with your mother and stepfather. Today was your first day in a new school, and while you were nervous, you were also excited to meet new people and make friends. As you entered the grounds of the school, a sweet-looking boy approached you.

He was smaller than you had imagined, wearing a shirt with a Star Wars design on it, he had brown hair, and seemed timid and kinda jittery, but in a cute way.

"Hey, uh... I just wanted to welcome you... I'm Peter... Peter Parker, and I've been here since first grade, and I'm considered a good student, so... they They I was asked to show you around and stuff..." he whispers "I'm really not sure what to say"

"Hey, eh… nice to meet you Peter, my name is Y/N… and as you probably know I… am new here…" you say with a brief smile.

Peter suddenly noticed he was lost in your smile. It was so radiant and expressive, like the light of the sun had been repressed and now radiating from your face. Peter was caught off-guard and blushed for a moment before becoming stunned, unable to avert his gaze. He was then able to recover himself and continue the conversation, avoiding the awkward moment.

"Well, uh... yeah, I guess I should introduce you to the school now, right?"

"Ah, yeah, sure, I would appreciate that." Peter nodded his head in affirmation "All right, follow me, I'll show you the classrooms and other areas of the school."

As you and Peter walked around the school, you had a blast chatting about all sorts of things you had in common. You discovered that both of you loved reading and collecting comic books about superheroes, building complex Lego sets and even playing similar video games.

You could feel a spark of friendship igniting between you, and it was so nice to have someone to talk to and forge bonds with over shared interests.

✁ ..time cut..

Finally, you two arrived at the end of the tour of the school. Peter had showed you all the classrooms, hallways and areas of the school. You realized that you two shared many interests and you were feeling more and more connected. It was now time for you to part ways, at least temporarily, since both of you had to head back to class.

“Well, I guess it's a temporary goodbye... I really enjoyed showing you around... and I really liked you... I mean... meeting you... sorry...” Peter says feeling his cheeks start to heat up "Okay that's cute" Peter squints his eyes and turns even redder than he was, you laugh a little at his reaction and then continue talking "I felt the same way, thank you for taking the time to do this” You say with a brief smile "You're welcome... well I should get to class. I hope to see you later!" Peter speaks with a small smile on his face.

Before parting ways with Peter, you quickly thought of something and called him. "Hey, hey, before we part ways, do you think we could go out to explore the city this weekend? I don't know much around here, so if you could go with me and show me some fun places... if you want, of course." Peter looked at you for a moment, seemingly a little surprised, then smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, sure, it's a great idea, I'd be happy to do that." Peter answered, with a big smile.

"Perfect," you say with a smile "Then... I guess I'll see you at lunch, right?" "Yeah, of course," Peter replies, nodding his head and giving a smile "I liked getting to know you Peter." You say with a smile "You're a cool guy." Peter felt a wave of warmth and happiness wash over his mind and heart "Ah, I..." he said, becoming even more flustered "I... I say the same, it was a pleasure getting to know you too, Y/N." Peter replied, smiling and unaware of just how red he was getting.

“See you at lunch, then," you say, glancing over your shoulder with a brief wave and turning to find your class. While Peter stands there, with an infatuated smile on his face, not realizing just how red he was getting.

It was certainly set to be more than just a great friendship between these two young boys.

ac : Sorry guys this was longer than I thought 😭😭 I hope you liked it ❤️‍🩹 who knows, we might have a second part of this story…

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houseofperfecttaste · 1 year ago

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Together Again

"Y/N?" I turned around to be faced with my old high school sweetheart Rafe Cameron. We had dated all through high school into our sophomore year of college before I had ended it five years ago. I had to admit he looked as handsome as ever. His hair was buzzed bringing out his bright blue eyes. "Rafe, h-hi." I was stunned to see him, especially in the grocery store. "How are you?" "I'm good, how about you?" He frown smiled shrugging. "Good, good running the Cameron company." "That's awesome Rafe!" Our conversation was interrupted by my toddler running up to me from the other end of the aisle. "Mommy! Mommy look!" A five-year-old blonde boy with bright blue eyes came running over holding out a paw patrol truck.

Rafes eyes fell to the boy approaching his eyes widening when realizing he was Y/Ns son. The boy looked to be about four or five and Rafe thought that it looked exactly like him when he was little. He had dirty blonde hair with the brightest blue eyes and had his smile. Rafes heart started racing at the thought of the boy being his. It would make sense as to why Y/N broke up with him out of the blue five years ago.

"That's super cool baby!" I smiled and once he noticed Rafe he stood in front of me with his arms crossed. "Why are you talking to my mommy?" His little five-year-old voice tried to sound serious but it just sounded so adorable. He was pretty protective of me, like father-like son, right? I nervously chewed on my lip as I saw the look on Rafes face knowing he was smart enough to put the pieces together. Rafe chuckled looking from the little boy then back to me. "I'm an old friend of your mommies." Rafe knelt down to the boys' height holding out his hand. "I'm Rafe." My son looked down at the hand before shaking it. "I'm Rhett." Rafe had a small smile on his face as he stood up straight and Rhett occupied himself with something else.

"Alright baby I think it's time to go, bye Rafe." I tried to speed away from my old boyfriend but he grabbed my arm gently making me turn to look at him. His eyes flickered between Rhett and me and I knew what he was asking without verbally asking the question. I slowly nodded my head looking down at the little five year old who was playing with the truck a smile on his face. He really was a mini Rafe. An awkward silence fell between us and he cleared his throat shoving his hands inside his pockets. "You can come over later and I'll explain everything." My voice was small not knowing how this would go, he must be pissed I kept this from him. He reached for his phone handed it over letting me put my number and address in. "You look good, Y/N I'll see you later." "I'll see you later Rafe, I'm so sorry." I grabbed Rhetts hand walking away from Rafe as Rhett turned around waving goodbye to Rafe.

*2 Hours Later*

I heard a knock on the door and my throat dried up my hands becoming sweaty as I stood up and opened the door to see Rafe holding a bonquet of flowers. I smiled opening the door more letting him in and he stepped in awkwardly looking around at the pictures of Rhett and I over the apartment and his toys scattered around. "Hi Rafe." Rhett greeted looking up from his legos giving a small wave as Rafe greeted him back. "These are for you." He extended the flowers, the bonquet consisting of my favorite flowers. "You remember my favorite flowers?" I couldn't believe that five years later he still remembers. "Of course I remember." He whispered staring into my eyes sending a shiver down my spine at the intense eye contact. I put the flowers in a vase then headed over to Rhett crouching down next to him.

"Baby do you mind taking your legos to your room for a few so mommy and Rafe can talk?" He pouted cutely before standing to his feet walking to his room, me kissing his cheek along the way. "God he looks just like me." Rafe chuckled happily looking down at the ground, this recent discovery made him happy but he was of course hurt that the fact he had a son was kept from him. "Is he the reason you broke up with me?" He asked turning his head to look at me as I looked away nodding and putting my head in my hands.

"A week before I had found out, you were starting to learn how to take over for Ward and going away on business trips with him. You were so happy and excited, I couldn't ruin your life with a baby. We also had a conversation about our future and you said that you weren't ready to be a dad yet and so I left thinking it would be easier than telling you then you leaving. I was also nervous that you would get mad." I fiddled with the rings on my fingers spinning them and sliding them up and down my fingers. Rafe stood up to move in front of me and he knelt down slowly placing his hands on my knees testing out my comfortableness. "Y/N you could never ruin my life even if you tried. No, I wasn't ready to be a dad but I would've made myself ready for you, for him. I wanted to have a baby with you even if we had one earlier than anticipated. I would've never gotten mad about you being pregnant since I'm the one who did it." He chuckled his thumb caressing my knee, something that he knew would calm me down.

"I'm so sorry for just disappearing and not giving you an explanation. You deserved to know, he deserved to have you in his life. It broke my heart leaving you Rafe, I don't want you to think it was easy for me." Tears trickled down my cheeks and he reached up wiping the tears away his thumbs ghosting over my cheekbones as he retracted his hands. "I know it wasn't, I went everywhere trying to find you. I bugged your sister, your parents, the pogues, my sisters, hell even Topper and Kelce and nobody would tell me where you went or why you left. You leaving was the most devastating thing to ever happen to me, I was so in love with you. Now that I know that we have a son, I want to be in his life, I want to be the best father to him. You don't have to do this alone anymore if you let me be there for both of you."

I broke down again wrapping my arms around his neck hugging him and I could feel his body freeze in surprise but he soon wrapped his arms around my waist holding my close. "I'm so sorry Rafe. I'm so sorry." I cried into his shoulder as he tried to console me. "Shhhh you have nothing to be sorry for, you did what you thought was best." He whispered into my ear letting me hold him and cry into him. "No, I was fucking scared and ran Rafe, that's not what was best." "Y/N that's the past okay? I'm here now that's what matters. I'm going to be there for everything." He pulled me away so I was inches away from his face my eyes wandering to his lips and he wiped my tears away again his gaze studying my face. He licked his lips as I caught his eyes on my lips as well. He started leaning in slowly until I heard our son yell from inside his bedroom.

"Mommy can I come out now? I'm bored!" He yelled making Rafe and I giggle. "One more minute baby!" I laughed running my hands through my hair and standing up. "Wanna tell him now or ease our way into it?" "Is it okay if we tell him now? I don't want to lose anymore time with him." "Yeah of course, he did ask me about two months why he doesn't have a dad so this is kinda like perfect timing."

"You can come out now!" We heard the door open and he came running out full speed leaping up onto the couch onto me knocking me back against the cushions. "So baby, mommy has some big news to share with you, actually Rafe and I both do." Rhett looked between the both of us as he cuddled into my side his big blue eyes staring up at me waiting for me to continue. "You know how you asked me why you don't have a daddy? Well, mommy made a bad decision years ago that involved him, but Rafe right here.....he's um, he's your daddy." Rafe and I were nervous on how he would react, this was a lot for a five year old to take in and we didn't know if he was going to be happy, upset, mad, whatever. "Really?" His eyes glistened with happiness finally being able to have a complete family like the other kids at school. "Yes sweetie, he's your dad." Rhett jumped over me lunging at Rafe wrapping his small arms around his neck hugging him as Rafe had the biggest smile on his face as he hugged his son back.

The next two months every school event Rhett had Rafe was there, every sport game he was there. Rhett even slept over Rafes for a weekend having a boys weekend. It filled me with so much joy seeing Rafe being at every event cheering on his son but it killed me knowing that I'm the reason he missed out on the first five years and has to make up for those years because of me. We took Rhett to go meet Rose and Ward and it felt like the old times, and they mentioned they would love to babysit if we ever needed one.

Rafe, Rhett, and I were currently at the park and we were both pushing Rhett on the swings giggles filling our ears as Rhett told us to go higher. Rhett got bored of the swings before wanting to go on the slides. Rafe was standing at the bottom as Rhett and I slide down the slides that were side by side, Rhett putting his hands up like he was on a rollercoaster.

Rafes POV

I admired Y/Ns beauty as she slid down the slide with our son an angelic smile on her face showing her dimples. Every time I saw her my heart swells and all the old feelings came rushing back when I saw her in the grocery store. "Daddy I'm tired, can we go home?" Rhett whined clutching onto my leg and I knelt down letting him climb on my beck for a piggy back ride. Rhett was knocked out before we even left the parking lot and I smiled at Y/N as I drove us to her place. "I had a lot of fun today. Thank you." She leaned over to kiss my cheek making me blush slightly. "I did too, and you don't have to thank me. I would spend all day every day with you two if I could." I admitted grabbing her hand in mine and squeezing it.

When we got home I carried Rhett inside tucking him into bed and quietly closing the door behind me as Y/N came out of her room in bike shorts and a crop top making my mouth water. "Wanna watch a movie or do you have to get going?" She looked up at me with big eyes and my heart melted and I shook my head. "A movie sounds perfect." She grabbed snacks and blankets and I landed on a scary movie knowing she would cuddle into me for protection. "A scary movie?" She pouted cutely dropping the blankets on top of me and placing the snacks down.

"Don't worry pretty girl I'm here to protect you." I puffed out my chest jokingly and flexing as she laughed and hit my shoulder before cuddling into me my fingers tracing the outline of her body. I couldn't help but to stare down at her as she watched the horror movie intently bringing the blanket up right below her eyes using it as a shield when something scary came on the screen.

I held her tighter and she jumped cowarding into my chest as I rubbed her back. About twenty minutes later I heard her small snores and I looked down to see her sleeping. I headed to her room pulling her blankets back before carrying her to her room pulling the blankets over her. I kissed her head before turning to leave before feeling a hand around my wrist. "Please stay." She whispered, her eyes still closed.

I pulled my shirt off climbing into bed behind her not knowing if I should wrap my arms around her but she reached behind her grabbing my arm and slinging it over her body holding it close to her. I cuddled into her neck placing soft kisses along her shoulder before falling asleep as well.

I woke up to the sun shining through the curtains and I smiled lazily when realizing I was still cuddling Y/N and she had managed to turn around in her sleep now cuddling into me. I held her close, resting my chin on the top of her head. I heard a soft moan and felt her stir in my arms and I pulled away slightly to see her eyes fluttering open her lips quirking into a smile as she placed her head on my chest. "Good morning." God her morning voice was so sexy. "Good morning angel." Little did I know she thought the same thing about my morning voice. "I was thinking that today I could maybe drop Rhett off at my dads and I could take you out on a date?" My throat was dry as I waited for a response, I wanted to show her I want to be with her and not just for our son but because I'm still in love with her.

"A date huh?" She giggled propping herself up on her elbows as she looked at me, her eyes wandering to my shirtless body. "I'll make it worth your while." I said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she bit her lip pretending to think about it. "A date sounds wonderful."

Pt.2 Anyone?

#outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey #rafe outer banks

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riacte · 1 year ago

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Why you should watch Ren’s streams — a promotional post:

He’s got face cam on right now and if the simping in the tags is any indication— 😳

His stream conversation topics veers wildly from “inappropriate jokes about sweating/peeing/intimate parts” to “cringefail flirting stories” to “sincere advice on how to be a content creator and the realities of life and progression and the inherent loneliness of being a content creator when you can’t see most of your colleagues face to face and you have to devote yourself entirely to being creative” and you end up crying either way

He has a cute bookshelf set up behind him. Which he claims is “adulty”. But the actual books on the bookshelf are out of view and we can see his Magic cards and Rendog plushie and Lego so it really is an adulty bookshelf innit

He’s off being a Minecraft professional on Hermitcraft. Just normal Rendog Hermitcraft shenanigans [he keeps forgetting where his stuff is] [calls a beacon a bacon] [almost died in the Nether multiple times] [this is fine]

If it gets late enough, he starts oversharing about his dating history/ ex girlfriend/ preference in women completely unprompted. And his many many cringefail stories about the insane ways he tried to flirt with women. He’s so. His rizz is certainly strange. The definition of “nobody asked” /affectionate

He randomly claimed Etho was an alien and never brought it up again.

He blew a kiss to his viewers?? And said there were 1000 viewers watching him, which meant 2000 eyeballs, 10000 toes, and 2000 buttcheeks—

Joked about being cancelled for streaming without pants on (he actually has pants on don’t panic)

Blamed his mods for not stopping him from streaming for 4 hours lol

He keeps on mentioning the heat in England and continuously gives us updates on the state of his water (Has the ice melted? Is the water lukewarm now? Is there limescale / bone flakes in his water?)

It’s cute to see the hermits welcome him back in their way <3 be it trolling to the point of stunning him into silence for 30 seconds (False), nicely asking to run errands with him (Cub), or dropping a signed photo of you being hot with zero explanation (Scar)

Anyways. Ren. Go watch him. And experience the stream of a lifetime.

#rendog #i am not even going to mention the unbuttoned shirt #he is sooo.#ria.txt #hermitcraft

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avatar-anna · 2 years ago

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i need more dadrry content with his 6 children 😩

Mom’s Night Out

Young dad!Harry x Young mom!Reader universe

“I can always stay home. Really, it’s no big—”

“You’re going.”

“Are you sure? Because Simone still has to do her reading assignment for school, and the twins sometimes pretend to brush their teeth, and Natalia’s teething—”

“Y/n. I’ve got this.”

Y/n stayed quiet as she fastened her earrings in the bathroom. Harry was sitting on their bed with Natalia while she got dressed, but he was also there to convince her to actually leave.

“You know, your silence gives me all the confidence in the world,” Harry said, slightly joking. He could watch the kids on his own while Y/n went out with some friends for a few hours. Did she think he couldn’t?

“I know. I’m sorry. I have total faith in you, baby,” she said, stepping out from behind the bathroom door. “Okay. How do I look? Is it too much?’

Harry’s tongue went dry before he could respond.

Y/n had always been the most stunning person he knew, but seeing her all dressed up...

“Wow, Mama,” he breathed. “You look incredible.”

He never needed reminders that his wife was beautiful. Even when he worked with actresses and models or did PR stunts, his heart was always with Y/n; there was truly no one else who could even come close to her. But even so, he suddenly felt lucky that she was his.

“You think? I can’t remember the last time I got dressed up.”

If Harry hadn’t been holding an infant, he would’ve shown her just how nice he thought she looked, but he settled for taking her hand and kissing it. “I don’t think, I know. I’m slightly worried about all the attention you’re gonna get now. No one knows you’re a married woman.”

Y/n blushed, but didn’t reply. Instead she took her youngest daughter into her arms and kissed her little cheeks.

By the time it was officially time for Y/n to leave, Harry had to practically force her out the door. She kept finding excuses to prolong her departure —laundry that needed to be switched out, putting Geneva down for a nap, helping the twins with a Lego set—until Harry finally ordered an Uber and told her to stop fussing and have a good time.

“Be good to Daddy, okay?” were her final words before she closed the door and Harry was alone with six children.

Harry knew this day was coming, had been preparing the last couple days. He bought games, ice cream, picked out movies to watch with the kids. It was going to be a fun night.

And then Simone said she was going to watch YouTube upstairs, Collette followed, and the twins went back to their Lego set, leaving Harry alone with the babies. He couldn’t say he wasn’t a little hurt because he was, but perhaps he should’ve expected everyone to go to their separate corners.

“Guess it’s just us, huh?” he said to Geneva and Natalia, who were both sitting in their high chairs.

“Baby Shark?” GiGi asked in her adorable little toddler voice.

“You got it, peanut.”

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Harry was expecting a more eventful night, but it was relatively quiet. GiGi, Natalia, and the twins went to bed early, and Simone and Collette were still playing together in their room the last time he checked on them. The house was quiet, almost too quiet, Harry thought, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Wife💕: How’s it going?

Harry smiled down at the text and typed his own reply. Taking a picture of him in bed with a book.

Harry: House hasn’t burned down yet!

He watched as the three little text bubbles appeared on his phone, wondering what she was up to. Harry wished he was with her so they could have a little date, but he knew how much Y/n needed this, even if she didn’t say it. She was always home or working, always driving the kids from place to place. She deserved a night off.

Wife💕: I’ll be home soon. Give my little munchkins a kiss for me

Harry: What about me?

Wife💕: You’ll get your kiss later

Harry couldn’t complain about that, could he?

He read a little more soon after their conversation ended, but before long, he heard a cry from the baby monitor. Not surprised that Natalia woke up, Harry got out of bed to put his daughter back to sleep.

When he made it to the nursery, she was wriggling in her crib, eyes scrunched up as she cried. Harry tried rocking the crib for a few minutes before picking her up, hoping that Natalia would fall back asleep without any trouble, but she kept on crying.

“Daddy’s here,” he cooed, reaching down into the crib to pick her up. “Did you have a bad dream, darling?”

Harry continued mumbling words and holding her to his chest until she calmed down. Which was not easy. He changed her diaper, wrapped her up nice and tight the way his mum taught him when Simone was born, he tried to sing her to sleep and feed her a bottle, but nothing seemed to work.

He finally left the nursery, deciding to walk around the house until Natalia fell asleep. By a stroke of luck, she seemed to like the sound of the laundry tumbling in the machine, and she finally stopped crying. It was a while before she fell asleep, but Harry felt just a bit more sane than before.

His shirt was wet with tears and snot by the time Natalia was back in her crib, and his own eyes were feeling heavy. He sat down on the rocking chair, his head falling heavily to the side when he heard yelling coming in the hallway. Simone and Collette.

“Give it back!”

“It’s my turn to pick!”

“Your videos are dumb!”

“You’re dumb!”

“Dad, Simone is being mean!”

“Don’t be a tattle tale!”

It was hard to keep up with his oldest daughters. One moment they were inseparable and the next they were at each other’s throats. Harry knew siblings had their little squabbles here and there, but Simone and Collette really got into it when the mood struck, though Y/n assured him that was common among sisters. Either way, it often gave him whiplash.

Their argument woke up Natalia, who immediately started crying again, and Harry almost felt like crying himself. But then he thought of Y/n and how this would be a minor issue for her, and he told himself to buck up.

Taking Natalia out of her crib once again, he went out to see what the problem was between his oldest girls.

“Alright, what’s all this?” he said, making sure his voice carried over theirs.

Simone and Collette immediately launched into their sides of the story at the same time, but Harry was used to getting the gist by now. Something about not sharing the iPad, ripping it out of the other’s hand, and name calling. When they finished, Harry didn’t really know what to say. He was tired, Natalia was still crying her little lungs off in his ear, and his first solution was to throw the iPad into the ocean.

But he took a deep breath and spoke to each of his daughters individually. “Simone, you know the rules. You share the iPad, and you especially don’t call your sister names.”

“But—”

“No buts,” Harry said, then turned to Collette. “And you. You know better than to rip things out of people’s hands.”

“I know, I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, her eyes welling up with tears.

“I—It’s okay,” he said gently, pulling Collette in for a hug.

Then, out of nowhere, Simone began to cry as well. Harry’s eyes widened, not expecting more tears. He was still holding Natalia, but he managed to wrap an arm around both Simone and Collette, who seemed to cry harder when her older sister came closer.

“What in the world...” he muttered to himself. Three out of his six children were all crying, seemingly out of nowhere, and Harry was absolutely baffled. He hated hearing his kids cry. Was he too hard on them?

But then, in the midst of all the crying and noses rubbing into his shirt, Harry noticed something. It was almost as if Simone and Collette were trying to outdo the other. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did.

And then, through a sniffle, Simone said, “Are we still in trouble?”

What? Harry couldn‘t believe it. He thought he was being a stern parent, and he was being played like a fiddle. The minute he saw his girls in tears he turned to mush. How many times had this happened before?

“Yes,” Harry said, trying not to let Collette’s sniffles break him. “No more iPad tonight or tomorrow. Both of you.”

The sniffling stopped as Collette looked up. “Why?”

Her eyes were wide and lined with tears, her bottom lip jutted out just so, but Harry held strong. “Because you weren’t nice to your sister, and she wasn’t nice to you, and now you have a consequence.”

“But Daddy—”

“No but Daddy. You can have it back the day after tomorrow. Now apologize to each other.”

They both mumbled something under their breath that perhaps resembled an apology, but that wasn’t good enough for Harry. Honestly, he was still a little miffed that Simone and Collette played him.

“Like you mean it,” he said, then nodded when he was satisfied. “Good. And because you two woke her up, you’re gonna help me put Natalia to sleep.”

Simone slumped her shoulders, but followed Harry back to her bedroom while Collette took his hand. Right, he thought. One crisis down, one more to go.

“Play with her while I grab something,” he told Simone, jogging back to his room for pillows, extra blankets, and Natalia’s swing. When he returned, Natalia wasn’t crying, but she was wide awake while her sisters played peekaboo. “Okay, we’re gonna hang in your room for a bit,” he said, switching on the colorful lamp that casted soft light on the walls and ceiling. “Help me lay these down.”

They all got comfortable—Simone at the bay window where Harry had made a little alcove for the girls a couple months back, Collette in her teddy bear bean bag chair, and Harry on the floor with Natalia.

“What now?” Collette asked.

“Now,” Harry said, playing some soft music from his phone. “I’m going to read.”

To his surprise, Harry didn’t receive any protest from the girls. After putting Natalia in the swing, he took a book at random from the bookshelf, opened it, and began to read.

He made sure to use different voices and push Natalia’s swing while he read. Eventually Collette moved onto her bed, and from the few times he looked up, Simone’s eyes were getting heavier. Natalia took a bit longer, but she eventually closed her eyes, and Harry was suddenly the only one awake, though not by much.

He was debating whether to leave Natalia in the swing a little longer or move her back to the nursery when the door opened.

“Hey, little man,” Harry said, opening his arms up for Julian to walk into. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I had a bad dream,” he said, his hand immediately reaching for Harry’s hair.

“I’m sorry, bubba. Do you want me to sit with you? Make sure the bad dreams stay away?”

“Wanna sleep in your room. I want Mommy.”

“Me too,” Harry sighed. “She’ll be back soon. Don’t you think she’ll be so proud if she sees you sleeping in your big boy bed?”

Jules shook his head, his mind clearly made up.

“Okay, I tried. I have to take Natalia back to her crib first. Is that okay?”

Harry first picked up Simone and put her back on her own bed. He kissed her forehead and then Collette’s, then took Natalia out of her swing. She moved around a little, but didn’t wake up, which Harry thanked his lucky stars for. Julian followed him into the nursery and quietly waited for Harry. When they finally made it to Harry’s room, someone was already there.

“You too?” he asked quietly, Maeve already fast asleep in the middle of the bed. Looking down at Julian, he said, “Where are Mum and I supposed to sleep?”

Julian merely held his arms up towards Harry, and Harry responded accordingly by picking him up and climbing into bed.

When Y/n entered the bedroom, Harry was doing everything he could to stay awake. She was only gone a couple hours, but he was exhausted.

“Got a full house tonight,” she mused, eyeing the twins sleeping soundly in her bed.

Harry stood up and followed her to the bathroom so they could talk while she got ready for bed. She told him about her night out with her friends and where they ended up going to dinner. She’d had a lot of fun, but she missed her babies.

“How was everything here?”

For a moment, Harry considered telling her that everything was smooth sailing the whole time, but he shrugged. “Natalia had a tough time falling asleep, and you know the girls. Had to take the iPad away.”

“Really? Wow,” she said, sounding surprised. But not that he had to, Harry realized, but that he did so at all.

“I can be stern when I have to be,” he said, defending himself.

Y/n smiled and wrapped her hands around her husband’s neck. “Baby, I love you, but you’re as soft as a marshmallow when it comes to the girls.”

“That is not—” he stopped himself to lower his voice. “That is not true.”

“I bet they cried to get you to cave,” she said, a knowing glint in her eye.

Harry just pouted. “I hate when you’re right.”

Y/n leaned up and kissed him, her hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I love it.”

They kept kissing, Harry suddenly no longer tired. He pushed Y/n up onto the bathroom counter, his lips trailing down her neck and along her jaw. He began to kiss down her chest, pulling the top of her dress down when he heard a small voice from the other side of the bathroom’s door.

“Daddy?”

Both of them sighed, and Harry helped Y/n down from the counter. They straightened each other out before opening the door to see Maeve, hair a tangly mess and stuffed animal dangling from her hand.

“Mommy! You’re home!”

“Mommy’s home?”

Julian was suddenly off the bed and launching himself at Y/n, who was quick to catch him. She gave Harry a look, and he understood it perfectly. He leaned over, Maeve in his own arms and kissed his wife’s forehead.

Next time.

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batmanfruitloops · 6 months ago

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Alright long but silly post, going into the reason why the furry versions are the animals they are. A few choices are influenced by the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles v.s. Batman, some choices are already associated with the character (Catwoman, Penguin, etc.). Most choices are an uneven mix of visual, symbolic, and behavioral. So some have more thought put into them than others but it's all for fun.

Batman (Bruce Wayne) -Vampire bat

A pretty obvious choice. I think specifically a vampire bat is fitting, they are very stealthy and aware. They come built with the perfect tools for lapping blood and cause little harm (excluding diseases). Just as Batman always comes with what he needs and only causes as much damage as necessary. Bats are also social creatures and thrive in groups, so there is a bit of irony there. Bruce can put on a good face for the public and business but isolates himself and therefore goes against his nature. He craves family but keeps his loved ones at arm's length in fear of losing them.

Joker (John Doe) - Red-banded spitting cobra

This is a choice influenced by the TMNT v.s. Batman. Also haha Lego Batman clown snakes. I chose this because I'm tired of both snakes and clowns being seen as evil. John is already the way he is because both Sarsee and I agree clowns should be silly and whimsical instead of how more modern media portrays them as creepy and scary, which also includes the Joker. Snakes are my favorite animals. So keeping Joker as a cobra represents what we have set out to do with the au in the first place.

In terms of behavior, John acts mostly the opposite of what you would expect. Snakes are mostly solitary and overall not very social. John is a very outgoing person and extraverted, but he's social skills are stunned from both being autistic and his childhood. So not quite fitting in but he enjoys standing out. Though cobras are a more intelligent species of snake. John is very clever but most wouldn't guess that. As the Joker, John relies on the element of surprise and subverting your expectations. As a bonus spitting venom is similar to a clown's flower spraying water.

Two-Face (Harvey Dent) - Puma

A partial TMNT chose. Instead of just a cat, I went with a puma. Pumas are not classified as big cats but are the largest cat in North America. Despite not being a big cat their presence demands respect. Even when you do not see them if you are in their territory you would be wise to be careful. Pumas know how to pick their fights, taking on challenges with strategy and retreating when they know they are outmatched.

I think these things fit Harvey and Two-Face quite well. He may not be as high on the social ladder as say, Bruce, but he is no less of an important figure in his community. You know when he is in the room and you think about him when he isn't there. He is intelligent and strategic. He's never to be underestimated and most fear and or respect him. These things apply as a rogue or as a candidate. These strengths are what put a target on his back and thus becoming Two-Face. I also do not know enough about this but pumas are not as solitary as other cats. Which fit with Harvey's ambivert personality.

Harley Quinn (Harleen Quinzel) - Spotted Hyena

This one is also an obvious one I would think. Spotted hyenas are a matrical species, meaning the females are in charge. Harley as a character I think usually represents feminine strength at least in recent years. Hyenas are very strong, they take what they want and fiercely protect what is theirs. They have a nasty reputation but live in a pretty unforgiving environment. Hyenas actually do hunt and have to protect their prizes from animals like lions. They have good reason to be the way they are.

Harley is a pretty unpleasant person but she has her reasons. Having dealt with a lot throughout her life. Her actions come from a place of pain though ruthless. She is not satisfied with what she does at the end of the day. She knows she has a lot work to do and a lot to figure out. Scary as she is.

Poison Ivy (Pamela Isley)- Orchid mantis

Another animal associated with feminine power. Mantis are fierce and confident, they stand their ground even against other animals much bigger than they are. They are not very fast and can't fly very well, but are a top insect predator. They have no need to chase, just sit and wait until the opportunity to strike comes to them. Of course, they have the reputation of eating the head of their mates, but that's actually common for insects. Still fitting.

Ivy is a powerful person literally and personality-wise. She has incredible control of her environment as long as there are any plants around. She is beautiful and deadly. Anyone who can get close to her is very lucky. She's pretty content keeping to herself and her plants and is laid back when she is comfortable. She takes opportunities when they are presented to her with full force. Best stay on her good side and give her space. She makes a wonderful mantis.

Bane (Antonio Diego) - Grizzly bear

Bears are incredibly strong but it's not just brawn they have brain too. Bane is not just a brute, he knows how to use his strength well and is incredibly strategic. A bear can be a very scary animal but also fun to observe. Some find them cute, and some find them terrifying. Bane also comes off in a similar way, it just depends on what you know about him. He is someone you can have deep and philosophical conversations with but most would be too scared to approach him. Unfortunately, his addiction makes him unpredictable and behave in a way he would not want to. Bane does have a code he follows and will return the respect you give him. Just a bear will respect your space if you know how to behave in their territory.

Catwoman (Selina Kyle) - Domsitic long-hair cat

Yeah, Catwoman is meant to be a cat in person form so, I don't think there is much to explain. She comes and goes as she pleases and does what she wants. She likes to bother those with no interest in her. The whole shebang. Not bad but not good, just her own brand.

Mad Hatter (Jervis Tetch) - Arctic hare

Arctic hares are one of the largest species of hare. They mainly live alone but come together for warmth and mating. I'm still not too sure about this, I haven't found much on this yet but it seems like rabbits are much more territorially and aggressive than hares. Either way, most think Jervis is a rabbit and not a hare, because of his height and demeanor. Hares are often seen as crazy and generally have a wild reputation, and Jervis is pretty demure. This instead comes out as passion for the things he loves. However, if he is pushed too far all of his pent-up emotions and frustrations will come out in an explosive response. Despite his appearance, he's very fit and strong. He has metabolic issues that make it difficult to lose weight so in his efforts to lose it he instead makes himself stronger. A similar effect to powerlifters. I thought specifically an Arctic hare was fitting because of this reason, as an arctic animal it's incredibly important for them to gain weight to survive the harsh weather. Something that others believe including Jervis himself thinks is a weakness actually becomes a strength. He does become more comfortable with himself eventually, but he has a lot of trauma to overcome to fix his own self-image.

Riddler (Edward Nigma) - Domestic rat

Rats are very social and intelligent. Despite media depictions, they keep themselves clean and are very affectionate. Ed is very much an extrovert and hates being alone, though he can be overbearing at times he loves those close to him very much and gives as much as he takes. Rats are great at getting around being able to squeeze into most places and can tread water for a long time (ironically Ed cannot swim). Ed can also squirm his way into anything be it physically or finding information. Rats enjoy causing mischief and are often high-energy, they need a lot of enrichment. Ed is functioning at 100% and crashes to 0% once he's out of energy, he has to keep himself busy and do little evil genius tasks until he's completely exhausted himself.

(I drew these on stream and Marxtheimpish asked to give Ed a cheerio, and Jervis lettuce, Ed is mad he only got one single cheerio.)

Scarecrow (Jonathan Crane) - Milksnake

A pretty biased pick since I mentioned snakes are my favorite animal, and Scarecrow is my favorite rogue but I have a good reason for my choice. First of all, as someone raised in the South, I associate milk snakes (and therefore corn snakes and rat snakes) with the country. They can often be found on farms and are great pest control and that also makes me also associate them with scarecrows. Milksnakes mimic coral snakes to scare away predators. Jonathan does something similar and comes off as scary and intimating but for the sake of his own protection. Snakes really want to be left alone and so does Jonathan. Snakes are often misunderstood and seen as something evil (especially by some religious people), but they are anxious skittish creatures and will stay out of your way. The religious association is another reason I picked a snake. Most people assume the worst in Jonathan because of his appearance and aloof disposition. He's pretty tired of trying to prove them wrong and has convinced himself he can't be anything else. But know this, there is no such thing as an offensive snake there are only defensive snakes.

Music Meister (Darius Chapel) - Golden-breasted starling

This one is mostly a visual choice. Darius is a pretty boy so of course he should be a pretty bird. Starlings are also a songbird and incredible at mimicking sounds. Just as Darius is an incredible singer and has a wide range of expressing himself musically. I think starlings are sometimes seen as pests or nuisance, I've only heard that in passing. If that's true that fits with Darius. Some people find him annoying but he's a very pleasant person.

Polkadot man (Abner Krill) - Spotted newt

Spotted newts are poisonous and their spots and color advertise that. Just as Abner has dangerous spots. This is mainly the reason why I chose a newt for Abner. I think aposematism, when an animal is colorful because it is toxic, is a really cool thing that happens in nature. I couldn't pass up the chance. Newts are also very cute and humble animals so all the more reason.

Mr.Freeze (Viktor Fries) - Polar bear

Of course, Viktor is a polar bear. Polar bears are solitary animals, especially the males. They only need themselves, and can only afford to care for themselves in the environment they live in. Viktor is a very independent person. He's confident in his abilities and can do almost anything by himself. Nora is an arctic fox, I bring this up because arctic foxes often follow polar bears around. So they are a perfect match. Polar bears are very formidable, you do not want to get in Viktor's way. Though he may seem cold, he is a good person with a big heart.

The Penguin (Ozwald Cobblepot) - Emperor penguin

Yeah, penguin. Emperor penguins care very deeply for their families and don't much care for anyone else. They will brave harsh weather and dangerous waters all for the sake of their families. Oz does not like anyone besides his family. He'll go through any extreme he needs to, no questions asked. Just a cranky old man that wants to give his loved ones a good life.

I'm much better at expressing myself visually than verbally so I'm not sure if this was comprehensive enough. I don't feel like I got out what I had in my head properly. So please feel free to ask any questions. Also, most of these facts are from my memory and may be inaccurate, but I did my best to fact-check myself when I was unsure of something. So if I got something wrong please correct me, I love learning more about animals. Otherwise, enjoy this word vomit infodump.

-Fluffy

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lumnries · 2 years ago

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┆．pairings main 4 x gn reader

┆．synopsis matching w him!!!!

┆．cw cussing

✉️ … i’m back w another one!!!! my reqs are still open :3 FOR MY CURRENT REQS, I’M DOING YOURS WHEN I WAKE UP 😁😁 they're aged up here as usual

stan ⊹ matching earrings

OKAY HE’S A BIT CONFUSED. he’s heard of people matching things, but when you suggest it he’s all ???

he definitely lets you pick what you want to match. since you did ask him first, he may as well let you decide what you want. & when you finally picked something out, he was kinda stunned. like ohmygod EARRINGS??? 😦😦😦 he thought you meant something more simple, like keychains but it’s not like he’s complaining

HE’S SO HAPPY WHEN YOU GUYS GO OUT AND WEAR THEM. he never takes them off, like ever.

“stan, do you like this one?” his gaze turns to the earring you’re holding. he briefly looks at it before nodding and quickly muttering a yes. “okay! i’ll buy it.” he panics as you take out your wallet, not wanting you to spend your money. “how about i pay for it? i may as well buy it since you were the one who thought of it.” you let out a snicker as you smile at him. “you always pay for our dates. let me repay you by this.” he sighs, murmuring something about you not needing to repay anything. he decides to let it go, knowing he couldn’t convince you.

kyle ⊹ matching keychains

LISTEN, HE PROBABLY THOUGHT OF GETTING MATCHING KEYCHAINS FOR THE BOTH OF YOU WHEN HE WAS RANDOMLY SCROLLING THROUGH HIS PHONE.

at first he wonders what you’d want, however he’d probably just go for the most common choice. why? because he does NOT care wtf you guys get as long as it’s something you’d like ‼️‼️

today, you were gonna meet up with your boyfriend, kyle. since it was the weekends, you guys planned to do a study date at his house. he told you he’d help you with your homework, but just now, he texted you to tell you that he had a surprise. saying you were excited was an understatement. currently, you’re in your boyfriends room. he welcomes you in, as he tells you to take a sit on his bed. he then takes out two keychains that had the design of both your favorite animals. he hands his to you. “i saw something yesterday, & bought these for the both of us. you have mine, i have yours. now we have something to remind us of each other.” you can’t help but grin at the boy, and give him a kiss in the cheek.

cartman ⊹ matching pjs

he just saw some cute pjs and instantly bought it thinking abt u 🙏

IT EITHER HAS THE DUMBEST OR PLAINEST DESIGN.

HE DEF VISITS YOU RANDOMLY JUST TO SEE YOU WEARING IT. he wants to make sure you like it 😭😭

“CARTMAN, WHAT THE FUCK.” you’re dumbfounded, seeing your boyfriend outside your window. it was 1 in the morning, and he was out here with just his pajamas. you went out with a jacket in your hand, worried. you’re now outside only to be met with his satisfied expression. you put the jacket on him & smack him, to which he groans at. “what was that for??? i just wanted to see you.” you sigh, knowing he meant well but couldn’t help but worry. “you know, i’m fine with you visiting me but at least try taking of yourself. you could’ve gotten a cold…” he whines, but understands your concern. “fine, not because i’m listening to you but because i don’t wanna get sick and miss my classes with you again.” he looks away. you laugh at his antics only to receive a glare. “my bad. but why’re you here at one? is it something important?” he smirks. “of course, i had to see if you were wearing my gift.” you stare for a moment before you cackle. you whisper a low of course before inviting him in to sleep with you for the night, not wanting him to be troubled by the algid air.

kenny ⊹ matching lego sets

GUYS. LISTEN. i saw these rlly cute lego sets on pinterest & was like “omg this is perfect” BECAUSE THEY’RE SO CUTE

anyways, you probably buy them because you were originally looking for a gift to give karen but the moment you saw the set you just knew you HAD to buy it.

HE WAS SURPRISED, LIKE YOU GOT ME A GIFT TOO??? he was straight up crying happy tears like u’re so thoughtful 🙁🙁

“well, i’m just glad your sister liked the gift. we should take her out next time.” you say to the blonde boy. he nods, seemingly lost in thought. “ken? you good?” you ask. the male jerks his head to look at you and apologizes. “you know you can tell me anything.” you reassure him as he laughs. confused, you open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off. “no, i’m just curious why there’s still something in the bag.” he points to the said object. “oh! wait a moment.” you get up & take the bag as you walk back to kenny to hand him the bag. he’s confused for a moment before he checks the inside and sees two lego boxes. “what do you think?” you watch him as you wait for a reaction, and you see his beaming smile. he turns to you & hugs you as he thanks you over and over for getting him a gift.

#☒ ⠀fluff #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #x reader #gn reader

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miserymerci · 5 months ago

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<- Day 8: Smile Day 10: Care ->

Fluffy February Day 9: Storm - The Gaiwan

Fandom: Lego Monkie Kid

Characters: MK and Sun Wukong (Sunburst duo)

(Mentor-Student, some sick MK, allusions to Wukong’s trauma in Heaven)

No Season 5 spoilers

Summary: Set before S1 E10 (The End is Here!), and then after "Day 7: Some Assembly Required" after the timeskip. MK's hiccups caused earthquakes, his sneezes caused strong gusts of wind, and if he aimed a cough incorrectly into the nook of his elbow, the nearest tree would burn up to a crisp. The turmoil he could see was easy to pinpoint, but the truest tempests manifested deep in the heart and mind. MK wished that he could see into his mentor's storm.

“…and then the cast iron shot through the window, and I think the power circuits must’ve fried because the time on the stove went back a minute– aH –!” Monkey King lifted the small table by its legs and held it up like a shield, “– CHHOOO! Huuhg…”

Monkey King tossed away the newly-split-in-half table.

“That sounds like quite a morning,” he said to his successor, smiling. “From the way you were talking, it sounded like you were shooed off until everything’s fixed.”

MK blinked, considering that.

“No, you’re right. I’m never allowed to help with spring cleaning– I just thought I could’ve helped this once,” he said. He tried to clear his throat casually, but a tiny, traitorous cough rattled the phlegm building in his throat. “But it’ll be fine. I mean, I’ve torn down a wall before. This wasn’t so bad.”

“I’m sure,” said Monkey King.

Monkey King set the broken table aside and took one look at a close-by hoard before his tail freed another table from the pile. The deep red-brown of the wood was hidden by a thick layer of dust (and possibly a small ecosystem of mites). He snapped his tail against the air like a whip, and all of the dust shot off like a shockwave.

“ah–AUG–!” cried MK.

“FACE AWAY FROM THE–!”

MK cupped his nose.

In the next second, Monkey King’s ears popped, went deaf, and then rang back to life.

“I– hugh,” said Monkey King, blinking away the stun. He shook his head. “Wow, okay . You alright, bud?”

MK’s hands slid carefully from his mouth, drawing up to press the heels of his palms into his eyes. He whined pitifully.

Monkey King placed the table down in front of him and settled down onto his knees. “MK?” he tried again.

“I’m not feeling great,” said MK. He rubbed down onto his eyes and then blinked heavily. They squinted, shut, squinted, and then turned to Monkey King again. “What’s that?”

“Tea. It’s supposed to help with all sorts of human pains.”

“How did you get that all so fast?”

Monkey King snorted, but took pity on his protégé, “I got up. I told you I’d be right back.”

Hm. Well, MK didn’t remember that . He winced and rubbed at his temple, but he didn’t accomplish anything more than a worse ache.

MK was more prone to hiccups than anything else. He ate too fast, laughed too hard, and choked on peppers more often than Pigsy would approve (he was always about proper noodle-eating etiquette; not to be confused with fancy Dragon Clan family etiquette). Ultimately, the most dangerous enemy to MK’s immune system was himself. And spring.

“Even cramps?”

Monkey King’s eyes flitted up from the jar of tea leaves, but didn’t do much else.

“Likely, if you want,” he said.

“Oh…”

“Have you eaten?” continued Monkey King, placing a set of cups and a pitcher (that could easily shatter from another one of MK’s sneezes) onto the low table. The leaves in the jar wafted delicate, floral scents over to MK, who decided that the smell was stirring uncomfortable sensations in his head.

“Yeah. Some pancakes,” he said, “but I’m still hungry, I think.”

The truth was that his stomach grumbled at the thought of food. MK wasn’t sure if it was a hungry grumble, a protesting one, or a grumble for the sake of grumbling. (Pancakes were one of MK’s favorite snacks. They were flaky and savory and always had a spicy kick in the ones Pigsy made. The thought made MK’s stomach growl again– maybe he was hungry. But more pancakes didn’t sound very good right now. Maybe something sweet to balance the savory. Like a cake or something– but without any frosting, just the cakey bits– did that sound good?) MK’s stomach rumbled again.

He watched his mentor pour water into the cups, swirl it, and then let it all spill onto the ground. The water lay there uselessly; its every attempt to seep into the mud thwarted by a push and pull that MK couldn’t see. The day was warm.

It had just rained yesterday; heavy, like a true force of nature; so the precipitation had become trapped in the crevices of the cliff. MK had spent most of that day hunched over the serving counter, stalking the clock as far and few customers came in. He had gone straight to bed that night.

So why in the world did he still feel tired?

“Why did you do that?” asked MK.

Monkey King simply raised a brow.

“I mean… with the water. You poured it onto the ground.”

“Err… well, I was just rinsing it out. All water comes back to the ground anyways. I was just speeding up the process,” Monkey King said. He put the leaves into the gaiwan, poured the water into it, and placed the lid on top. “I’m not much of a tea-maker, but I know how to do it. It was one of Master Subodhi’s lessons on the soul.”

“Your first master?” asked MK, perking up.

Monkey King gave him an unimpressed smile and a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Ah– I mean, that’s cool. That’s cool.”

MK turned to look at the gaiwan. It was a pretty, white porcelain rimmed with cyan; some of that bright paint rubbed away by time. Lotus flowers decorated one side of the bowl, but was left blank on the other. Monkey King shifted the lid back, one careful finger pressed into the dip of the lid, and poured the water onto the ground.

“Rinsing again,” he said at MK’s darting pupils, “the leaves this time. That’s how you do it.”

“That’s a lot of rules,” said MK.

“Mmhm,” hummed Monkey King, looking distastefully at the gaiwan as he poured in more water. He fixed the lid and then looked back up at MK. “I’ll go order something. Could you pour the tea into the cups in uhhh… twenty-ish seconds?”

“Uh–”

“Thanks bud.”

And then, with a swish of his cheeky tail, the Monkey King vanished into the house just a few steps from the training grounds (likely for his computer. MK had never seen him with a phone before. Did he have a phone? Like some retro one with the curly wires and the spinny numbers? Or would the legendary Monkey King have a flip phone? Like a Nokia or something. Were Nokias flip phones? MK’s first phone was a flip phone he inherited from Pigsy. Maybe he could dig it up somewhere in his room, and it would be a Nokia. Once, when Mei’s parents had gone through an enterprise phase, they had tried to develop mobile phones. Mei was their beta-tester, and after the phone had overheated on an unbearable summer day and mistaken MK as a burglar, that was the end of that . Maybe lasers weren’t the best self-defense tool on a phone).

…

MK blinked and looked down at the gaiwan.

“…Oh crap!”

MK picked up the lid, watched it slip from his fingers, and went for a mad dive onto the dirt after it, his hip shoving the innocent table as he did.

Everything tumbled to the ground.

‘…CrrsnAP’ went the table leg after it was all over.

“Shut up,” groaned MK.

“Uhh, yeah, you know what? Make it a to-go. Just leave it where it begins to go a little off-road. I’ll know where to find it,” said a voice above MK.

He peeled his face off of his shameful grave and glanced up to where Monkey King was looking down at him, phone snug against his ear.

“You do use a Nokia,” said MK faintly.

Monkey King’s face pinched.

“Yup. Thanks. Bye,” ‘ beep’ .

MK sighed, eyes drifting down as his cheek pressed against the humid ground. Now that he was there, it was beginning to get comfortable. His abdomen, securely pressed onto the warmth of the sun-bathing mud, didn’t even hurt as badly anymore.

After a moment, Monkey King began to move. His footsteps were soft and careful as they went around MK and stopped to assess the damage from the other side. Then, either with his tail or hands, he righted the table (albeit missing a leg), which croaked along. MK finally lifted his head up at the sound of tinkling ceramic.

“Is it broken?”

“Not anymore,” said Monkey King.

The quaint little gaiwan clinked pleasantly against the table as Monkey King set it down. Not a single crack, scratch, or blemish remained– not even the smudging of the paint that hadn’t even been MK’s fault. The cyan paint streaked along the edges like an endless sky; a sky that, in MK’s opinion, felt unnervingly fake.

“I didn’t mean to break it,” said MK. He carefully got up to his knees, the mud coming with him as he went. The comfort MK had before in his defeat had worn off. Now, the mud was only a grimy shell on his skin.

“It’s okay to have an off-day,” said Monkey King, distantly. His somber expression, though something MK had drawn countless times in his sketchbook, looked wrong on the real thing. He sighed and then smiled, “It’s why we’re sitting here having tea.”

MK winced and looked at the puddle of tea being consumed up by the mud. Monkey King quickly knelt down at the table to distract him.

“That’s okay, bud. We’ll just make more, okay? No shortage of tea leaves any time soon.”

So Monkey King, eyeing the gaiwan more than he was looking at MK, eventually succeeded in brewing a cup of tea. MK had the first sip (he learned that it was oolong tea. It was fresh and slightly sweet in the way roses are to the nose, going down MK’s throat like the purest of water) and then he watched his mentor take a sip with not nearly as much vigor.

The cyan of the gaiwan, in the corner of MK’s eye, phased into teal to cerulean to turquoise as the afternoon went on. His headache could have been making him see things, but he dared not to mention it anyways.

On that day, the gaiwan was in one perfect piece; not quite a balance, but some strange mix between duty and acceptance.

MK was by no means the norm.

He wouldn’t call himself a completely law-abiding citizen (he got into fights often (with demons) and sometimes drove airships without a license (not like that mattered, but there was probably a law for that somewhere)), but the complications that came with it wasn’t something MK could explain.

Teas that are brewed differently taste differently, even if they share the same leaves.

The gaiwan was never something Pigsy had taught him how to use. Pigsy never brewed tea often, and defaulted to an open cup when the situation arised. MK drank oolong tea a number of times in his life.

The taste of oolong was clear, but never airy; sweet, but like how cane sugar is to coffee. Sometimes it was fruity. Sometimes it wasn’t.

“You okay, bud?” asked Wukong.

MK blinked and looked up at Wukong, who was loitering around the mouth of the waterfall, favoring one foot over the other, but looking otherwise better than he’s looked in the past few weeks. The water rumbled on and on. It sprayed him and his mentor and left specks of rainbows in its wake.

“Yeah,” said MK, “just trying to figure out how to use this.”

The gaiwan looked as perfect as the day Monkey King fixed it. MK, in his curiosity, had taken the time during Wukong’s recovery to return to the training grounds in search of it; the nostalgic, little place just on the side of Flower Fruit Mountain. The house, half-crumbled from the battle, had taken him all day to sift through. The gaiwan trapped underneath it shone and winked in the setting sun like it had found the whole thing amusing.

Maybe it had been broken, but MK hadn’t been there to see it. Maybe some kind of friendship magic brought it back together. Maybe it was something completely out of their control, unexplainable and unblameable. Whatever the case, MK tucked tea leaves into the bowl now and experimentally put the lid on for it to brew.

Wukong neared, spooked-like but curious, his tail twitching as he eyed what MK was doing. Maybe he had missed a step or used the wrong technique or something, but Wukong didn’t say anything.

MK’s muscles felt worn; like they hadn’t completely woven back together. Now that he wasn’t worried out of his mind about his lack of company after Azure’s defeat, his body was quick to remind him of its current state: completely and utterly sore and unrested (The monkeys of Flower Fruit had been very cross with him. That was how he ended up in a dead sleep for almost half the day).

“You said some time ago that Master Subodhi brewed tea as a lesson for the soul,” said MK.

“It was more complicated than that.”

Wukong unstuck himself from his spot and crossed his arms, looking down at MK’s little setup. It seemed for a moment that he wouldn’t continue, but then he took a breath, and MK easily recognized it as one preparing to carry heavy words.

“It was more about the gaiwan than the tea; and not really about the soul, but about… well, where oneself stands, I guess. I thought it was a boring lesson– I mean, it wasn’t any of the cool stuff that I had wanted to learn at the time– but I remember it was brought up again when I was a stableboy in Heaven. Some fancy shtick, maybe a party, was going on, and they favored the gaiwan for their tea making,” Wukong sucked air between his teeth as he thought over his words, “It was– hm . Well, I was just about done with lessons. I mean, I spent all that time with Master Subodhi and then blam I’m in Heaven and I still feel like I’m in school? Yeah, okay.”

The waterfall casted a cooling mist around its base that MK suddenly found it difficult to breathe in. He swallowed at his mentor’s downcast expression and sent his tail to snap the building mist into the other direction.

Wukong looked up at him. He leaned one way to catch a glimpse of MK’s surprise appendage, but it had already gone away.

“That’s new,” said Wukong, gently, “where’d you learn that?”

MK pursed his lips, poured the tea into his cup, and then said, “Myself. Was an accident, actually. Couldn’t get it to go away and wrecked my room before I figured it out. Um… what did you do?”

“What?”

“In the story? During the party. Did you… do something to the gaiwan?”

Wukong scoffed lightly and shook his head.

“No, nothing like that. It's just… Something about it, like it couldn’t help but exist, I guess? ‘Hold the gaiwan like this, Wukong. Handle the lid with care, Wukong. You haven’t covered it properly, Wukong.’ There was always something that bothered me, thinking about it– but I’ve never broken a gaiwan before.”

“Because you’ve always cared about it?” asked MK.

“…No,” drawled Wukong.

MK stared down at the oolong swirling in his cup. It was a warm, sweet orange: like caramel glazed over flan. He ran one finger on its rim, found that it was chipped somewhere, and raised the cup to his lips.

Wukong sniffled the same time MK’s face pinched painfully.

The oolong was watered-down and acrid in his mouth, attacking his taste buds there and then moving its unpleasant attack down his throat. It was like the tingle of cough medicine– lacking its syrupy texture, but intrusive all the same.

“Did you know I was gonna do that?” gagged MK, shaking his head at the bitter, watery mess stinging his tongue. When his mentor didn’t reply, he tilted to look more closely at him, “Monkey King? Did I do something wrong?”

“ No ,” said Wukong, almost immediately.

MK flinched. His hold on his cup, lax and careful at first, tensed until it was pressed into his chest. He looked up at his mentor and then back down to his failed brew.

Wukong, who had found himself standing over the table defensively, slipped down to his knees.

“Oh– sorry… about that,” he cleared his throat and leaned back onto his hands. “I meant that you didn’t do it properly, so… yes . The first brew is just a rinse, remember? It won’t taste as good. Let’s try again.”

MK nodded, taking the gaiwan and emptying the water into a spare bowl he had dug up from Pigsy’s cupboard. He shook it for good measure (he got a slightly worried look at that) and then plopped off the lid to replace the water.

Wukong was beginning to relax now. He dared to rest his head on his palm, following MK’s movements so intensely that he was beginning to get stage fright. Then, before MK could crumble under the pressure, Wukong said, “Brewing tea is a skill. It doesn’t matter if you don’t get it right. Sometimes, getting it wrong is better.”

With an innocent blink, Mk replied, “Do you really think that?”

The monkeys of Flower Fruit ruffled the leaves of trees around them. If MK listened close enough, he could hear every chirp and coo and squeak between the residents. Monkeys loved to be mischievous– not through any ill-being, but because they were clever enough to recognize things that even he took some time figuring out.

MK was mischievous. MK cared about Wukong.

Carefully, he picked up the gaiwan and pressed his finger improperly onto the dip in the lid as he poured. The lid trembled. Maybe, if it had a mouth, it wouldn’t use it for speaking; maybe, if it did, it would only use it to snarl and sneer and smile with all its teeth. Maybe MK would have bowed down to its authority and taken everything to heart as if it were a world and not just a step on a staircase. MK tripped on air often; not by his own fault, but only to bend to the unpredictability of ground and man.

The tea spilled into Wukong’s cup. The lid, in his recklessness, tumbled behind it. Wukong leaned out to catch it. It bounced, twisted, and spun in his hands, like a little cloud that split despite all efforts. Helpfully, MK sprang up to help him.

MK caught the lid on one side the moment Wukong caught the other.

“Well, would you look at that?” laughed MK, about to say something about his impeccable reflexes– and then the lid cracked and split through the middle.

“Ah…?”

“Ooh...”

“What even…?”

“ Snrk ,” Wukong’s head snapped up in surprise, watching MK break into a fit of laughter, “PHhh– ahahah ! I didn’t even know that could happen ! Pigsy calls me clumsy, but I think this might have been the weirdest one by far. Um… maybe it was already beginning to crack?”

“I…” stammered Wukong. “I… don’t think…?”

MK pulled close his half of the lid. He tossed and turned it in his hand and peeked sheepishly at his mentor.

“I think we might be able to fix it,” he said, puzzling back his piece to Wukong’s, who had left his hand out hovering in what was probably shock. “With tape, maybe? Glue?” he tilted his head with a smile, “magic?”

Wukong’s face suddenly felt warm in embarrassment, as if something was going on that he wasn’t quite aware of, and he had just-so-happened to be the main attraction of the whole thing. He blinked once, then twice, and then brought his hand down to really look at the lid.

It was strange to hold it like this. The ceramic where it had cracked was crumbly as he ran his thumb over it. The open wound did not bleed; there was no crying or great summoning of mountains or curses or golden fillets. Wukong blew lightly and watched a puff of dusty white gaiwan pieces get lost in the waterfall’s light mist.

“No, it’s okay,” said Wukong, putting it down on the table and cradling his full cup with both hands. He looked down at the warm tea and took a tentative sip. Something like honey swished in his mouth, punchy and passionate like the first fruits of the summer season. He swallowed, smacked his lips, and then passed it over to MK to share with a smile. “It’s a little unnecessary anyway.”

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