#super fast build mode [asks]

[jellie-tamer]

"Knock knock!" Mumbo called in lieu of actually knocking. He carefully stepped into the room, cautious of disrupting Grian from his perch by moving too fast. "Sorry we kind of disappeared on you there. You still awake in here buddy?" @askmumbojumbo

The room looked nearly empty, and there was barely any sound beyond the quiet whirring of Scar's oxygen concentrator. The nest looked empty at first glance.

If someone were to look for a moment beyond a glance they would notice the tube of Scar's oxygen concentrator disappearing into the nest and his grey and brown furred tail drifting lazily from side to side, but the nest itself seemed nearly undisturbed.

Every blanket looked like it was in almost the exact same place it would be if Scar was never in the nest at all, despite him being burrowed inside of it sleeping soundly.

[jezebelblues]

so not cool | h.s

summary: in which spiderman is obviously much cooler than dad

cw: dadrry. overuse of the word spider-man. u could play a drinking game by how much its mentioned prolly

word count: approx 1.7k

| the result of being up for 20h, writers block n being bored out of my mind !! idk what this is but…it’s..definitely an addition to the dadrry universe .. for sure (prob will delete 🔥)

not necessary but here’s the first dadrry post if ur into that

masterlist

July 2021

The sound of the credits rolling filled the living room as Harry leaned back against the couch, a sleepy grin tugging at his lips. Atlas, now three years old and still wide-eyed with excitement, sat curled up against his father’s side, his tiny fingers clutching the corner of a fleece one direction blanket that Harry had bought off Etsy, something he found to be absolutely hilarious. They had just finished watching the original Spider-Man movie, the one with Tobey Maguire, and Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at the awe that was practically radiating off his son.

“Dad,” Atlas breathed, his voice filled with wonder as he looked up at Harry with those big, round eyes that mirrored his mother’s. “Pider-man s’cool.”

They were working on his pronunciation of R’s and S’s. Not too much progress yet.

Harry bit back a laugh, ruffling his son’s messy curls as he glanced down at him. “Yeah, he’s pretty cool, isn’t he?”

Atlas nodded vigorously, his little legs kicking against the couch as his excitement bubbled over. “He climbs n’ has webs n’ fights ba’guys!”

Harry grinned, watching the way Atlas’s face lit up as he recounted all of the abilities with the fervor only a toddler could muster. His little hands gestured wildly as if he were mimicking shooting webs out of his wrists.

“Best superhero in’a whole world!” Atlas declared, sitting up straighter as if this revelation were the most important one he’d ever made.

Harry chuckled, reaching over to grab the remote and lower the volume on the TV. “Better than Batman?”

“Super much better.” Atlas exclaimed, his voice incredulous, as if he couldn’t believe Harry would even ask such a thing.

“Better than Iron Man?” Harry tried again, his tone teasing as he listed off another iconic hero.

His boy paused for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration as he thought it over. His little hand lifted to his chin in the same way Harry often did when he was deep in thought, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it. After a moment, Atlas shook his head decisively. “M’yeah. Way cooler.”

Harry leaned back against the couch, folding his arms as he played along. “So, that’s it? Peter Parker’s just the best?”

“Yeah!” Atlas said excitedly, jumping off the couch and running around the living room, pretending to shoot webs from his wrists. “He’s fast ‘nd he can climb buildings like this!” He hopped up on the couch and began to scale the back of it with his small, wobbly legs, pretending he was on the side of a skyscraper.

Harry leaned forward, his hands hovering near Atlas to catch him in case he lost his balance. “Easy there, spidey,” he chuckled. “No need to break the couch, bub.”

Atlas giggled as he perched himself on the top of the couch, still caught up in his make-believe world. He turned to Harry, his eyes bright with excitement. “Daddy?” He paused, watching his father’s gaze resettle upon him. “y’think spideys stronger than you?”

Harry raised an eyebrow, smirking as he leaned back against the couch again. “Stronger than me, huh? That’s a tough one. I mean, I’ve got some pretty strong muscles too, you know.” He tried to persuade his son, flexing his bicep in front of him.

Atlas tilted his head, considering this for a moment before a mischievous grin spread across his face. “M’no cause he can do this!” He flung his wrist out, making a thwip! noise as he pretended to shoot webs across the room.

Harry’s grin widened as he watched his son in full superhero mode. “Alright, alright, you’ve got me there. I don’t have webs.”

“Duh!” The boy exclaimed again, leaping off the couch and landing with a soft thud on the carpet. He scrambled back up and raced over to Harry, his little hands grabbing at his dad’s arms as he looked up at him with pure adoration. “But y’cool too, dad.”

Harry laughed, his heart swelling at the sight of his son’s wide grin. “Oh, just cool am I? Not the coolest?”

Atlas giggled, shaking his head, jumping in place with his palms against his dad’s knees. “Nope, he–he still more better.”

YN had been listening from the kitchen as she prepared dinner, the scent of garlic and herbs filling the air. She leaned against the counter, smiling to herself as she heard the playful back-and-forth between her husband and their son. Harry always had such a way of connecting with Atlas—whether it was through silly games, bedtime stories, or, in this case, debates over superheroes.

She wiped her hands on a dish towel and wandered into the living room, catching sight of Atlas now climbing into Harry’s lap. “What’s all this about Spider-Man?” she asked, crossing her arms with a mock-stern expression.

The curly haired boy whipped his head around, his face lighting up when he saw his mom. “Mama! We watched’ed pider-man!”

YN raised her eyebrows, glancing at Harry, who shrugged with an amused smile. “I see,” she said, nodding seriously. “And where does daddy rank on the superhero scale?”

Without missing a beat, Atlas giggled and pointed at Harry. “M’he not a superhero—he’s just daddy!”

Harry feigned offense, gasping dramatically as he clutched his chest. “Just dad? C’mon, mate, I’m way cooler than that.”

Atlas giggled even harder, clearly enjoying the game. “Y’climb on buildings?”

Harry chuckled, wrapping his arms around Atlas and pulling him into a gentle bear hug. “Okay, I can’t climb buildings, but I bet Spider-Man can’t make pancakes as good as me.”

The boy paused, clearly torn by this new piece of information. He loved his dad’s pancakes, after all. But after a moment, he shook his head, his resolve firm. “Pider-man don’t eat pancakes.”

YN laughed as she sat down on the couch beside them, placing her hand on Harry’s knee. “He’s got you there, babe. You might have to accept second place.”

He sighed in mock defeat, his dimples deepening as he looked down at his boy, who was grinning from ear to ear. “Alright, fine. he can be the coolest for now. But when you get hungry in the morning, don’t come crying to me for pancakes.”

“He make them for me!” Atlas shot back with a laugh, clearly enjoying teasing his dad.

He laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of Atlas’s curly head. “You think Parker knows how to make chocolate chip pancakes like I do? I doubt it.”

YN watched them with a soft smile, her heart swelling with affection. She loved these moments—the way Harry could be completely goofy and playful with their son, never taking himself too seriously, and the way Atlas adored his dad with a fierceness that made her heart melt. It was a kind of magic, watching the two of them together.

She ran a finger through Harry’s curls, pressing a kiss into the locks as she breathed him in. “I’m plating dinner.” She mumbled as she ambled back into the kitchen.

Harry grunted as he stood up, pulling his son up in his arms along with him. “To the table, web-slinger.” He told Atlas, swinging him in his arms with small little swooshing sounds.

Their boy giggled as Harry swooped him through the air like an airplane, his little arms stretched out as if he were flying. They made their way to the kitchen, where YN was setting plates of steaming food on the table.

"Hungry?” YN teased as Harry plopped Atlas into his booster seat.

He nodded enthusiastically. "I want 'tatoes!"

Harry chuckled, grabbing a spoon to serve Atlas a helping of mashed potatoes. "Here you go, bubba. But no webs at the dinner table, okay?"

He giggled, pretending to shoot webs one more time before focusing on his plate. Harry and YN exchanged a fond smile, and for a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of dinner-plates clinking, forks scraping, and the occasional happy hum from Atlas as he devoured his meal.

After dinner, they settled into their nighttime routine-baths, pajamas, and a bedtime story.

Atlas, freshly bathed and smelling of lavender, jumped snuggled into his bed. It was navy blue with cartoonish planets littered about, but his favorite thing would have to be his rainbow zebra-print 1D blanket tucked around him. Harry sat on the edge of the bed, the familiar worn copy of Goodnight Moon in his hands.

"Goodnight room, goodnight moon," He read softly, his voice soothing. Atlas's eyelids grew heavy as he clutched his favorite stuffed animal, a plush giraffe.

YN stood in the doorway, watching her two boys with a soft smile. She loved these quiet moments, the way Harry's voice softened as he read to Atlas, the way their son's small body relaxed into sleep. "Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere."

As he closed the book, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Atlas's forehead. "Goodnight, spidey."

Atlas's lips curled into a sleepy smile, his voice a soft mumble as he drifted off. "G’night, daddy."

With that, Harry quietly stood and tiptoed out of the room, YN slipping her hand into his as they left their little guy to dream of webs and skyscrapers.

The door closed behind them with a soft click before he scooped his wife over his shoulder quietly, trudging toward their bedroom and throwing her onto the bed through her soft protests.

YN laughed as she landed on the bed, playfully swatting at Harry as he crawled over her. "You're ridiculous," she whispered, though her smile said she didn't mind one bit.

Her husband grinned, his eyes twinkling in the dim light of their bedroom. "Well, if I'm not the coolest in the house, l've got to show off my other skills, don't I?"

She rolled her eyes, pulling him down for a kiss. "You're still my favorite," she murmured against his lips.

He smiled into the kiss, his hands resting on her hips as he whispered back, "Good, because I'm not giving up that spot anytime soon."

The house grew quiet, the hum of the evening settling in around them as they lay together.

Outside, the stars were beginning to twinkle in the night sky, and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze was the only sound breaking the silence. Harry reached over to switch off the bedside lamp, wrapping his arms around YN as they snuggled into each other.

It was in those days that Harry realized—he didn't need to be the coolest superhero. Being Atlas's dad, YN's husband, and the maker of the best chocolate chip pancakes in the world was more than enough. It was everything.

[jellie-tamer]

*gives box of chocolates* (cuteguy!pre Au @ask-the-grian )

Oh! Thanks for the chocolates but ah... Can I ask why?

These aren't poisoned or something are they?

[jellie-tamer]

Psst..uh..I’m too socially awkward to start this convo but maybe you could help? I wanna enter the rp group again if there’s not a pearl already. If not it’s cool.

-Pearlo [@pearlescentmoondoesthings]

(ooc: OMG YAY UR BACK!!!! :D!!!!!!!!!!! Rn we're in kinda an AU of the original au? We're doing hero/vigilante/villain au stuff rn, if you'd like I or someone else could give you a summary of what's happened so far with it?)

[jellie-tamer]

Mumbo ducked through the trees, forcing himself to pace himself so he didn't just blow past them. He kept his head on a swivel, straining for any further signs of them.

"Jellie! Jellie, can you hear me?"

@askmumbojumbo

Jellie yowled again, closer sounding now than before.

She shivered where she laid curled against Scar's chest. He was still, eerily still, and if it weren't for the slow too slow, too shallow, weak rise and fall of his chest he would look dead. His skin had changed some, the blue-grey spreading across most of his body now.

Jellie yowled again.

[jellie-tamer]

"Why are you following me around? You're not going to get anything about me from it. " He snaps having let Hotguy think he was sneaky for a little too long.

Hotguy pouts. He really did think he was being sneaky with all this. Apparently not sneaky enough.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

[jellie-tamer]

You make it sound like it's not fine? Maybe he feels guilty for your death last series.

Grian is his own person, I can't force him to be with me no matter how much I want him to be. It's fine.

[jellie-tamer]

Mumbo lightly patted Scar's chest as the home came into view, humming softly. He pulled away slightly, but didn't try to lift himself out of his lap entirely.

"...You still holding up okay love? You didn't strain yourself bringing me here, did you? I promise I'm...I'm alright now. Not going to go running off the minute you let go."

@askmumbojumbo

Scar had spaced out a bit on the trip home, trying not to focus on all that had just happened, but quickly snapped back to reality with a smile as Mumbo got his attention.

"Oh don't worry about me Mumbo, tired arms is nothing that some rest can't fix," Scar chucked a bit, but did let go of Mumbo for the last stretch of rolling back, "I'm just... glad you seem mostly okay, you know?"

[jellie-tamer]

"Hope you don't mind a bit of cuddling. Afraid it's not really optional once you're in the nest." Mumbo shot Scar a nervous smile, doing his best to get comfortable in the nest without disturbing either Scar's or Grian's positions too much. For once he bemoaned his tendency to dress so sharply all the time. He looked good, sure, but they weren't the most comfortable sleeping clothes.

"Thank you for being such a good sport about all of this. I know its probably not the weirdest thing you've had to do, being a hero and all, but still. Just want you to know I appreciate it."

@askmumbojumbo

"mmhmm," Scar mumbles. He's shaking slightly, but not quite enough to notice if you weren't paying attention. He takes a deep breath and nuzzles slightly into the nest.

"It's very comfy, and you guys aren't upset with me," Scar's voice is a little... Watery, like he's just barely holding back tears. It's almost overwhelming, all the contact, the comfort, from another human being feels so... Foreign after so long without it, "so it's not like it's unpleasant or anything, thank you."

@ask-the-grian

[jellie-tamer]

The boy working behind the counter at the Cafe next to the bakery that cuteguy frequented very shyly got Scars attention with a free coffee refill and a poorly written

'I liek your hoodie' note on a napkin before rushing back behind the counter.

Seemed he was a little dyslexic.

Scar jumped a bit in surprise when the boy got his attention, but smiled happily at the refill and note. He had drank the first one all too quickly, so hopefully he'd be able to savor this one.

After a few sips Scar slowly rises from his seat to stand closer to the counter try and spark some conversation.

"So, you big a fan of Hotguy?"

[jellie-tamer]

He has to do a bit of awkward shifting, back twinging as he tries not to jostle everyone too much. But eventually he manages to face towards Scar.

He shoots the other a tired smile, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hi."

@askmumbojumbo

He softly smiled at Mumbo. Guilt was definitely the most obvious feeling on his face but his eyes also swirled with some sadness and longing.

"Hey Mumbo."

[jellie-tamer]

He gently knocked the door, the sound quiet and hesitant. After a moment of silence he knocked again, trying to put more strength behind it.

"Scar? It's me, uh, Mumbo. Obviously, you know what my voice sounds like..And uh, Grian's here too, but he's a little bit out of it. Are you there? Can we come in? Ah- Wait wait, they said you were having trouble talking, right? Just uh...I don't know, make some kind of noise if you can hear me? Knock on the floor maybe?"

@askmumbojumbo @ask-the-grian

Scar froze at the sound of Mumbo's voice, before relief swept over him. He slowly and shakily moved out of his spare room. Keeping himself slightly obscured by one of the walls of his house, Scar knocks against it.

Knock knock thud knock

[jellie-tamer]

Cuteguy was happy to be out again stretching his wings and even knocking off the sheriff's hat while he was talking to some reporter. Earning a yell of

"Gri- CUTEGUY!"

"you think you'd learn by now man!"

Before flying out of sight around the corner

-@ask-the-grian

Hotguy had been walking nearby, trying to get away from another reporter when he heard the commotion. He couldn't stop the way his face lit up when he noticed Cuteguy running off, and quickly sprinted after him.

"Cuteguy! And here I was thinking maybe you were gone for good! That was quite a break you took," Hotguy's smile crept into his voice, but he couldn't find it in himself to really care.

[jellie-tamer]

He swung the door open with his hip, settling down the things he hadn't been able to tuck into his inventory down in the living room. He hesitated, rubbing his thumb over the crystal Scar had given him, before putting it back.

"Scar? Grian? You two in here?" He spoke as he made his way over towards Scar's room.

@askmumbojumbo

"We're in my room Mumbo," Scar calls, slight nervousness tinging his voice. His tail was still laying limp in his lap, and he fought the immediate urge to tuck it away underneath something.

"You um.. get all your things?"

[jellie-tamer]

Grian writes anxiously by spawn.

Scar gasps awake in his bed as he respawns, eyes still glowing an eerie vex glow. Some of the bites from the zombies still slowly ooze crystalline blood. His breath comes in panicked gasps as he scrambles to find some sort of weapon in his house.

He settles for a rusty trowel.

[jellie-tamer]

Grian was sick and all he wanted was to be cuddled properly.

"Scar.... why don't you ever cuddle me with your tail anymore?" He said his voice just above a whisper.

Scar laughed nervously as he gently took one of Grian's hands in his own, "What do you mean Dove? I don't have a tail!"