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justlemmeadoreyou · 4 months

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hiii!!!! so, I have a request. Harry and reader are from the school's marching band and they're kind of besties and they like each other but are too afraid to say it. (you can change it if you want but I imagined them as trumpet player!H and clarinet player!reader). You can also write about an upcoming competition but only if you want, this part is just another suggestion. (I've been so excited about this because I play the clarinet and I'm always making scenarios in my mind of what it would be like if this was real.) Im sorry if it got a little confusing, I tend to mix things up a bit when I'm writing.

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i felt so many things while writing this. thank you for requesting this, it was so beautiful. hope you like this 😭

Words: 2k

Warnings: Kissing, LOADS of fluff~!!!

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The sun dipped low on the school football field, leaving you and Harry as the last echoes of music lingered in the air. The rest of the marching band had headed home, leaving behind the fatigue from hours of practice for the upcoming competition.

"Ugh, my lips are so sore from playing all day," you groaned, setting down your clarinet and massaging your mouth.

Harry stretched his hands, replying, "I know, right? My fingers feel like they've gone numb from all the trumpet playing."

Both of you flopped onto the field, gazing up at the darkening sky. Staying back after practice had become a ritual for you two, a time to talk and unwind. Over the years, your shared love for music had forged a deep friendship.

"So, what do you think our chances are at the competition next week?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"I think we've got a pretty good shot. Our band's been putting in the work," Harry replied with confidence.

"Yeah, but you know how competitive the other schools can be," you added, a hint of worry in your voice.

"Don't worry, we've got this. And even if we don't win, I still have the best duet partner," Harry said, and you smiled.

Your connection had always carried a playful tone, but neither of you had taken it beyond that. The fear of jeopardizing your friendship held you back. What you had was precious.

"Speaking of duets, have you started practicing the piece for the competition?" you asked, steering the conversation away, so you don't think about how perfect his hair looks.

"I have, but I think it would sound better if we practiced together," Harry suggested.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Fine, but only if you promise to stop playing random notes and messing me up."

"I can't make any promises," Harry laughed, picking up his trumpet and getting into position.

You followed suit, and soon the field resonated with the harmony of your instruments. As the notes flowed, a sense of calm and joy enveloped you both. In perfect sync, each note blended seamlessly.

"Wow, we sound amazing together," you said, taking a break to catch your breath.

"That's because we make a great team," Harry replied, grinning at you.

You couldn't help but smile back, warmth spreading through your chest. Playing with Harry was always a joy, but tonight felt different. Maybe it was the setting sun casting a golden light, or maybe it was the adoration in Harry's eyes.

. . .

You stand in front of the mirror, adjusting your marching band uniform for the umpteenth time. The crisp white and black fabric hugs your body perfectly, making you feel confident and ready for the upcoming competition. Your instrument, a sleek clarinet, rests against your shoulder, its familiar weight bringing a sense of comfort.

As you make your way to the band room, you can feel the excitement and nervous energy buzzing around you. The sound of instruments being tuned and chatter fills the air, and you can't help but smile. This is where you feel most at home - with your marching band family.

And then you see him. Harry. He's standing with his trumpet in hand, a small smile on his face as he talks to some of the other brass players. You feel your heart flutter at the sight of him, and you can't help but wonder if he feels the same way about you.

Maybe. Maybe not.

You join the rest of the band for warm-ups and steal glances at Harry whenever you can. He catches your eye and winks at you, causing your cheeks to flush and your heart to race. You can't help but smile back, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity with him.

Your band walks out soon, getting on the field and taking proper positions. The instructor perfects it, and he guides you as you begin playing.

As the competition begins, the whole team plays their hearts out, perfectly in sync with each others. The music fills you, and you can't help but feel grateful for this moment. You know that this is your last competition together, as both of you will be heading off to different colleges next year.

But you push those thoughts to the back of your mind, focusing on the present. And as the final notes of your performance ring out, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Everyone smiles as it ends, and after everyone is back backstage, you meet him. You both share a high five, both of you grinning from ear to ear.

"I think we outdid ourselves" You say, and he nods, taking a couple bottles from the table and giving one to you.

As the awards ceremony begins, everyone anxiously waits for the results. You have your fingers crossed, praying to god that you win.

And when your band is announced as the first-place winner, everyone jumps up in excitement, hugging each other tightly. This was it - the moment you had all been working towards. Months of grueling practices, early morning rehearsals, and late-night performances had finally paid off. Harry hugs you, and the hug lasts long, and you think it's definitely because it's one of the last times you're doing that.

He pulls back, and there's a huge grin on his face. You rarely see him smile so big.

And then, something happens.

Maybe it was the way your lips were so close, or it was the way you were glowing with happiness.

Harry kisses you.

And it's everything you could've asked for.

It's short, but definitely longer than a peck. He pulls back quickly, realizing what he has done.

The look on his face is apologetic-he's so sad and guilty as he realizes what he has done. But he doesn't have to be.

You wanted it too.

"Shit. I'm sorry Y/n, I didn't-"

You place a finger on his lips, silencing him. His eyes widen, and you lean closer, your lips to his ear as you whisper-"I liked it"

And you turn around, walking away. Leaving him confused.

. . .

After the competition, the band gathers for some celebratory drinks. You're all 18, but the bar takes an embarrassing amount of time to check your IDs, and Harry thinks he's going to go mad. He wants to see you, pull you to a secluded place, and explain himself to you.

Finally, they let everyone in, and after ordering one or two rounds, everyone's loosening up. Harry finds you quickly, pulling you by your wrist and taking you to the alleyway outside. He pushes you against the wall, the drink sloshing in around the glass as you look at him.

"Harry-what-"

"What did you mean you liked it?"

He asks, and he looks so worried. You smile, pushing a strand of hair off his forehead, and easing the nerve popping up.

"Easy, curly. I meant that okay-" you sigh, looking up at him and then pushing your gaze downwards. You've liked him for so long, and now you have the chance to admit it, and why is it so hard?

"I-I like you, Harry. Since the last year," you admit, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you realize how close he really is, so close you could just get on your toes and-

"You like me?"

"Yeah. I like you. And when you kissed me, I-It was like a dream come true"

His face softens, and he eases down. His lips curled into a soft smile, the same dimples on show that you adored.

"I thought I crossed a line and that you would be mad at me" he admitted. You slid your hands to his cheeks, replying, "You didn't"

He sighs and takes a step back. You wish he would kiss you again. You look up at him expectantly, and he looks down at you, your eyes full of adoration for him.

"What?" he asks.

"Kiss me again? Please?" you ask, giving him puppy eyes.

And who could say no to that?

He doesn't need to be asked twice, and his hand comes to rest on the wall beside you. You grin as he kisses you for a second time, and it's even better. His lips move softly against yours, his tongue pushing past your lips as he pushes closer.

It's perfect-the warmth his body is radiating makes you feel at ease. When you're both breathless, he pulls back, his cheeks flushed red, and lips swollen.

"God, I can't stop kissing you" he admits.

"Me too" you confess.

"Take a walk?" he asks, holding his hand out. For you to hold.

"Yes," you reply happily.

You're walking down a road, and you have to idea where you both are. It's 6 pm, so you could figure that out later.

"You know, I got in"

You turn, face full of surprise and happiness.

"No way!" you exclaim, and he nods, "I did, yeah. And I'm getting a music scholarship too. It's perfect"

"Harry, that's wonderful." you stop, holding his hands in yours, "I'm so happy for you"

"Thanks, hehe" he smiles, "And did you get in?"

"I didn't get the reply yet. Two are due tomorrow, and the rest after that"

"I'm sure you'll get in"

"I hope so"

It's silent after that, and the thought of going to different colleges makes you sad.

"We're not going to the same colleges" you admit after a while, a hint of sadness in your voice.

"I know, it sucks"

You make your way to a bus stop, and stand there, waiting for a bus so you could get someplace you know the routes of.

You're both lost in thought. It's some of the last times you're spending together. The last talks, walks, the last of everything.

"You know, we could make a pact"

Your eyes perk up, and he leads you to a bench nearby. You both sit down, facing each other.

"What-what do you mean?"

"That we would find our way back to each other"

You're still looking at him confused.

"Look, we have no idea where life's going to take us. After college, it's all a blur, but if we promise that we will find each other after we've graduated-" his voice lowers, "-I'll have something to hold on to"

You want to cry. There's tears on the back of your eyes, threatening to spill. He's so sincere-it hurts to see him like this.

"Harry-" you pull him in for a hug, your face resting on his shoulder. You breathe in, taking in the way he smells. You want to burn it to the back of your head so that you never forget it. At least till you meet again.

"I promise-" you pull back, taking his hands in yours, "-I promise, Harry. We'll call and talk and text each other, and we'll definitely find our way back."

He smiles, and a tear escapes his left eye. You smile too, and soon, it's the sound of the bus that makes you pull him off the bench. You run as fast as you can and finally manage to climb the bus, walking hand in hand as you sit next to each other.

You glance at Harry sitting beside you, and his presence brings you comfort. You intertwine your fingers with his, silently vowing to hold onto this moment, this feeling, for as long as you can.

You lean your head on his shoulder, finding solace in the warmth of his presence and the shared understanding that distance can't diminish what you mean to each other. It never will, and you will see him again.

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enc95 · 7 months

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Spider was floating in the warm bliss of Eywa. He felt her heart beating; it was like a drum strong in its rhythm. A voice smooth like silk but mighty like thunder speaks. "Hello my son."

"Mother, I'm not making the wrong choice by going back. I mean I don't want to upset the balance."

"The balance will be restored when you return. Listen."

He lays back in the warm nothing. Fainting he hears Mo'at. She is calling. "Oh great mother, hear us."

He can see she is on the altar. He sees himself too; it's like a picture made of sound. Norm showed him last year when they did an ultrasound of his heart. The whole village is there they pulse to all the energy going to him laying on the moss covered rock.

"Eywa we beg you."

Mo'at circles his body. "Return this child to us."

He sees Jake and Neytiri are part of the mass of people each person's heart is beating in sync. They chant in harmony "Eywa bring him home."

He sees Lo'ak and Neteyam; they aren't a part of the mass too young for this kind of connection. "They are calling for you. But this is a choice only you can make."

The two boys are holding his hands. They have been his friends since he first left Hells Gate. They were always enough for him to see him when everyone else refused too. Even now Neteyam has the ikran claw with him.

Mo'at speaks again, calling her high voice. "Oh Ewya bring this boy back to us. So that he may live among us as one of the Na'vi."

"Do you wish to live among them?"

Another hand is on his chest. Kiri, he can't see her face. She's there though her profile is a shimmery light bright in the nothing. "I do. I do."

"Very well go with my blessing." He feels the lips on his neck. His whole body is being gripped tightly.

Back at the tree Mo'at calls a stop. The people stop moving, still connected but silent. The only sound is the beeping of the Spider's vitals. He was without a mask.

Norm watched the white fibers creep over him. Max had jerked forward ready to pull the roots off but Norm held him back. They both watched as the mask was removed by the branches. Then the roots entered his mouth. They had been forbidden to bring any tech that wasn't necessary for Spider's health. He had ideas for this to work: his whole body would be changed on a cellular level.

His vitals even out the roots return to the ground. Leaving only the boy. Lo'ak and Neteyam had been frightened when the roots came up. They had scattered to the humans they knew. Another time it would be comical to see them adult sized children cowering behind Nina. She held her arms out as if to shield them.

Only Kiri kept hand on his heart. It was her voice that spoke. "Spider? Spider are you there?"

His eyes open, he feels weak like he's been sick. "Kiri?"

That was enough for her and she pulled him into a hug. "Monkey Boy your back." She starts to cry. "You came back."

Lo'ak and Neteyam rush the pair, Spider is lost in a mini mountain of blue limbs. The people seeing that everyone is okay let out a great cry of joy. Jake, free of the hold, stands by them. Neytiri joins them hesitantly, still holding the bow she made.

Mo'at its beckoning him to her lap. He sits comfortably. "You are very unique Spider, not all humans, not all Na'vi."

He looks away in shame, her hand brings his head back to her face. "But Ewya has given this gift your her child too." She brings her queue around. "Will you be my child?"

"You?" Mo'at had been the first to allow him to stay. When Neytiri would hiss at him she was the only one defending him. She would bring him on foraging trips. It was Mo'at who taught him about Eywa.

"If you will have me I will be your mother."

He pulled his hair there wasn't a queue there. "How?"

With precise movement she places her nervous system in his empty hand. It was intentice he was Spider singular meeting Mo'at. Who he'd know his whole life minus six-months. But he never knew her till now. His eyes widened and she was stronger, stronger than he thought. There was happiness for him. He thought he would be her responsibly like a pet but he wasn't. To her he was a child that needed love. It flowed from a place in her heart to his. He felt guilty that all he had sorrow.

"Don't worry dear, I feel your love."

"You can hear me?"

She nods. "I'm your mother now I know you."

His mother is real life in the flesh. "Mo."

Saying the name seals the bond he was Spider she was Mo. The pink fibers retreat back to her eye and return to normal except they stay on him. "Son."

Even though the legs are stiff even with his pounding he wraps his arms around her. "Mo."

Holding him felt his heart knowing it was indeed full of love but life had taught him to guard his heart that it may give love but it wouldn't get love back. She would fix that break the walls that had been built. Starting now she pulls the human monitoring band from his head holding out to Norm.

"Is…is he okay?"

"Yes, just tired." She nuzzles his face. "It was a long journey."

"Yeah."

Norm has a million questions and wants to run a few tests. The way Mo'at is holding him says anything he wants to do will wait. Before they could do any test Nash gave a blanket consent. Now in the space of one heartbeat it was changed forever. With caution he asks. "I would with your permission do a physical tomorrow."

"You may." Having felt the tensing of her new son's arms knowing that he'd been the subject of many experiments she rubs his back. "I will stay with you and you will not take any samples unless I say I can."

There was bitterness in her words, before Spider would worry he'd done something wrong now he knows she's protecting him. Norm hears it too. "Of course."

Turning to the humans she nods bluff where they landed. "You may go now."

They say goodbye to Spider leaving with a few wet eyes. Jake leads away with nightfall; they would need a guide. When the scorpion is out of earshot they last part of the adoption starts.

Mo'at sits with Spider still in her lap. It was traditional for gifts to be given. Spider didn't think they would get anything much, a few rocks from the Suli kids, maybe a bead from Jake. Neytiri stands before them as the sibling, she did go first. Holding out a bow he looks at No who nods. "My mate is dead, you know the duty of making the first weapon goes to the eldest sibling."

Of course he knew that he just never thought she would do it. Neytiri gets on her knees, the platform being higher makes them level. "Please I know now how my actions made you feel. It is a great shame I have been blinded by hate. I want to see you, my brother. Just you."

Spider takes the bow; it was simple as all child bows were. The string was strong with arrows made to kill small game or fish. It was just like the others, not fancy really it was just plain. Nothing marked it as different except the size. " Thank you so so much."

Many others leave gift beads for his hair and leather for this knife. Some leave fruits to aid his recovery. Many teachers give him promises of lessons so he can catch up to other kids his age. Not everyone gives the pair a gift; he was okay with that. Being tolerated was enough; this was way more than he hoped for.

Spider feels love all round in the air on the ground. He looks down at his closed fist. Opening it is the amber bead. "Whoa."

Mo'at comes over, taking his hand in her own. "Tsu'tey gave you this?" She rolls it in her fingers. Then returns it with a smile. "We'll make it your birth bead."

His head which had been hung low snaps up. "I'm gonna get a real songcord?"

Pressing her head to his. "You're going to have a real everything I promise."

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Years of Norm telling him to be mindful of his pack means when wakes up to the peaceful sound of hometree. He should hear his pack, he doesn't react. Falling onto the floor he holds his breath. His lungs won't allow air.

"Spider breath paskalin." Rnmight he can breath he was supposed to breathe.

Mo'at holds his chest, "Good." She encourages him to breathe taking breath with him. "Very good."

He looks down his first day as a son he was already messing up. "I'm sorry."

She uses two fingers to bring his head up. "For what my child? You have spent your life living behind that glass. Like Jake you will stumble." He can't do that if he does he'll be left behind. "But I have no doubt you will find your place." Mo kisses his head. "Now let's have some breakfast."

His stomach growls. "That would be nice."

He looked around the pod as far as Na'vi pods; it was unique. It was on the lowest level of hometree with her healing platform then there was a narrow corridor that led slightly up to her pod. It had a cooking fire for nights when the communal meals were too much. Spider sees a metal crate he knows where it came from. It was empty, he had stuff looking around he saw it already put up.

Hanging just under Mo'at covers are his teens hanging on smooth wooden pegs. His bands are there too along with ones gifted to him yesterday. Here is a section of wall where someone carved into a shelf again it's his size. There are his rocks and dried flowers that had been given to him by the Suli siblings. His mothers picture is there too. It was worn, it wouldn't last long out here, and humanity would fade it to nothing.

Mo'at stands watching her son. When they'd made their bond she had the lack of attention he'd received. Like a flower trapped in the dark. He was never given the proper treatment a child needed. Spider needs to have just him be the focus of her time. It was why she wasn't at the cookfires. Holding his mother's photograph. She knew he didn't hold his mother to the same degree of hate as his father. Mo'at herself a mother knew that to protect her children she would do anything. Placing a hand on his shoulder she says. "When we're done with Norms physically we could go to the weeping trees for sap. I can show you the picture."

He loves the idea but doesn't want to upset her day. Spider wasn't some baby he could gather his own sap. "You don't have to do that, I can go on my own if you don't have chores for me to do." As a village child he would be expected to contribute more now. "I don't mind."

"You were just returned to my son when your body is at full strength again. You will have tasks and lessons for now you will be near me as my own little shadow."

As much as he doesn't want to admit it, that does sound nice. She leads him to the little blanket where a simple meal is set. It's mashed with ei seeds to make na'vi oatmeal. Eipoth was deadly to humans. Taking a bite with a newly carved spoon he tastes the sweetness of normally it's over sweet but with the bitterness of the ei it's great. He can only eat a small amount.

Laying back he watches the clouds move in the sky, the ever present , the great eye. Humans called it polyphemus; like the clouds Norm said on earth weren't white. Mrs. Mcloster said earth was dying. That she would never have kids there. He tried to be a good son even a good brother but then started teaching Aaron Na'vi that's when he knew. Whatever he was, it wasn't completely human.

But was he a Na'vi now?

He made a bond with Mo'at, her queue in his hand. Would it work with animals? Could he ask Norm? What would Norm do today?

He helps her empty the dishes. The remains were placed in a bucket for or pa'li. She sits him down wetting her hands. "Tonight I will put proper braids in your hair."

"Really?"

"Of course." It would surprise him but she knew before that no one cares for his hair. It was why she encouraged him to lock it. Now he was her son she would do what any mother should. Pulling back his curls she pulls it in a long braid teeing off with a simple cord.

They reach Norm and his shack where Spider notices the change in the air. It was thin Pandora's air was heavy with chemicals. His new lungs had no trouble breathing it in. But now he was back in the human air. Thin air like that made every muscle tense.

Norm greets Mo'at giving her a mask and she nods politely. "What test do I wish for my child?"

It was like holding his breath he could feel the ache of missing chemicals but stayed still. He focuses on Norms voice he said he would blood just to see how different he was. Then listen to his lungs right now his lungs are screaming.

Mo'at looks at her child, his eyes tightly closed, his face flush. "Spider?" One look at his face she knows placing the mask on his face where he takes gulps of air. "Spider love, why didn't you say anything?"

"Sorry Mo," His eyes flick to Norm. "I'm not supposed to interrupt."

Normal eyes soften, "Spider your body has undergone a massive biological change. If you feel bad about anything please tell us."

He nods breathing in the air as Norm writes on the tablet. "Your lungs are not hybrid. We were talking about whether you would be able to breathe them both."

They go through more tests with Mo'at being the most nervous. Spider holds her blue hand well with two fingers at least. When the needle comes to his arm her face tense. "It's okay Mo, it's just a little prick."

The words make Norm pause, when he'd been seven he hated needles. Had they taken so much blood that Spider wouldn't react anymore. He remembered taking blood samples in the past and yelling. How long ago was that a few years, three at most. "Norm?"

The child's voice calls him back. It was Spider the seven year old who had so much blood taken that at age four he didn't fight it anymore. As a man of science he had to remove the empathy damn it up behind a wall. What they did was important; there had never been a human on pandora. Spier with no parents had no one to stop them. He was just part of the case study now with his arm held out and the towering figure of Mo’at at his side the dam burst open like the Hover Disaster of 2128. He puts the syringe down. "You know I think I'll wait. We can do the blood another time."

“Really!” The boy hugs him and Mo'at has questions now more than before her amber fix the little man.

“Spider, how often did your human carers take blood from you?”

“All the time but it's okay it doesn’t hurt.” He sees her eyes narrow like her daughter do in anger. “It's fine really, they only take it because I’m the first child born here.”

With great effort she softens her face. “Well as your mother I can say that no one will be taking any blood from you for a long long time.”

She holds out her hand letting the boy hop down, he smiles no one ever helped him down before. “Are we going to the weeping tree now?”

They walk through the village with Spider staying very close as many are staring at him. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea for him to live here. He could be happy with a place near but in the village itself. Feeling her son tremble she leans down picking him up pressing their heads together. “You are a child of Eywa and a child of mine you do not need to fear anyone here.”

“I know I’m just not used to people staring.” He had lived in his life trying to blend in so he could stay. Many were content to ignore his very existence. Now he felt like he was made of bright orange paint.

A heavy sigh, “I am sorry I can’t do anything to fix that love just trust that in time you will be seen as only you.”

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When they return Kiri and her siblings are waiting. They had wanted to see Spider right away but Neytiti kept them with her as the bond of new parents is strong even with adopted children. Also the new family needed time to seal the bond by being with each other. They rush to him. Look , a four year old is Spider size. “Spider your stinky.”

Getting the sap wasn’t easy. The trees wept when the bark was rubbed. You had to time it just right because before the snap flowed out the tree would give a burst of green pollen that smells like dirty water. Spider got hit a few times collecting sap was never something he did before. “I know I'll get a bed tonight.”

Kiri claps her hands. “I like when you bathe it means I get to repaint you.”

Neteyam ears perk-up to. “Can I help?”

“Children.” Neytiri says as they crowd the boy. “Give your uncle some space.”

“Uncle?” Look says in a question tone. “He’s Spider.”

Nodding she holds the toddler on her hip. “He is but now he is your uncle.”

A new devious thought blooms in his mind. “I’m an uncle, that means you have to do what I say Nettayam.”

The blue child scoffs then thinks about it. “Damn it.” At the human curse Neytiri pulls his ear. “Sorry mother.”

“What am I?” Lo’ak demands feeling left out.

“You're my little baby brother.” Neteyam coos like some old village biddy ready to pinch his cheeks. Lo’ak does the only thing he can do, which is to bite him. Neteyam pulls back his tail up alert. Kiri and Spider giggle.

“Will you be at the cookfire tonight?” Kiri asks in her most sweet innocent voice the one that says I want something.

Mo’at strokes Spider hair. “Not tonight we will join you for breakfast tomorrow.”

Both the human boy and Na’vi girl smile at the words. “Come children, let your grandmother and Spider continue their work.”

Back in the pod Mo’at blows the embers into the front fire and she gives Spider a pot. “If you don’t mind filling that for me.”

“Sure Mo.” He skips out of the pod to the river where little kids were playing under the eye of an adult. Spider fills his pot seeing his reflection. His face was thinner Norm said the food they put into him was enough to sustain him but would need to gain weight. With Mo he didn’t think he would miss any meals.

At his return he sets the pot on the fire, when the water bubbles he add the sticky sap to the water along with ground-up eggshells as directed. The mix thickens to syrup when Mo’at says it is ready she lays the picture on a thin piece of black glassy rock the kind used to make arrows. The rock is set in a bowl filled with. With practiced hands she takes the long paddle placing a large on the picture. The sap spreads across the picture dripping into the sand.

“It will take a while for it to harden.”

Spider peeks at the pot, “There’s still a lot left in here.” Na’v don’t waste if they can help it there was now a good few gallons of refined sap. “What are we going to do with it?”

Mo grabs a few more bowls, these are coated in film of gray matter. “We’ll dye them using various colors to be smoothed and polished into beads for songcords.”

“Cool.” The boy says in an eager voice.

The two spend the rest of the day dying the the snap various colors. Mo’at was impressed by Spider's knowledge of the colors. Green for new life, white for mourning, red for a battle won, pink was for someone you loved falling in battle. purple was for taming. Yellow was a bonding color, orange meant you bonded to an . Blue was the color of the people. A blue bead meant you did a great service to the na’vi. All the scientists who stayed with got one one.

They left the colored sheets to harden with Mo’at taking Spider to the river where he could have a bath. He plays in the water with the rocks building a tower using a leaf to smash it down. It occurred to her that in that minute he didn’t have any toys. Most children had miniature animals made by parents when the child was still a little baby. She calls him over washing out his hair. “Spider when Jake brought your stuff did he forget anything?”

“No. I wasn’t old enough for a tablet of my own. I had one for lessons but I guess Norm kept it.” He watches the water carry his dead skin down the river, this was down from the village the dirty water went into pools where fish would eat it. They would then not like this question. “There was one thing but I get why it's not there.”

The hands stay on his head. “What was it?”

“My Mother, Paz, she made me a toy from her socks. It was this doll thing with a face she sewed it herself. But when Mrs. Mcloster had her first baby, she asked if I would let her son have it.” He said no, saying it was his throwing a huge fit that ended when Nash said he was selfish like his Dad. That was all it took for him to give it up. “His name was Friend. I would play with him sometimes but if Aaron or Paul had him then I couldn’t.”

To the surprise of everyone Mo’at leaves Spider at the cookfire where Kiri and Look wrap their tails around him. Neteyam sits behind him admiring the braids in his hair like vines of gold. Mo’at flies into the night reaching the human base she stands over Max who greets her. “Is something wrong? Is Spider okay?”

“Yes I need to speak to the one called Nash.”

The man nodded and her tone was not friendly. He would like to be away from it before she turns him to stone. Nash comes outside, his whole body speaks of annoyance. “What’s the boy done now?”

“Spider has done something. It is my understanding that you have kept something that is his.”

The man crosses his arms. “The stuffed thing you rode all the here for that.”

Mo’at steps forward using her hand to push him back into the wall. “Minupation might be a human device but I have learned it. You telling my son that wanting to keep a toy his mother made him make him like his father is . Bring it to me now.”

“It's just a toy lady you can make him into your Mama now.”

Losing her patience she pushed the man against the wall and he let out a groan. “Bring me the Friend.”

Nash swallows his grunt of pain. “Will do.”

He returns a few moments later holding the toy. It was green with the socks making the arms and legs. Sewn with a more experienced hand then she thought a human could do but Spider was good with his hands. A skill he seems to have inherited from his mother. The legs and arms moved with a strong stitch connecting it to the body which was made from a black sock with patches of green stitched onto it. The hands stitched into the arm made of a lighter tan material. The eyes were blue thread with hair made from a mop sting. A smile in red thread was on his face. It looked happy which hid the fact the toy was made to resemble the boy’s father. A lot of care had gone into making this toy.

She tucks it into her band. “Thank you. I hope we don’t see each other for a long time.”

“That boy is your problem now.” He grunts walking back into the airlock.

It takes every bit of resolve she has to mount her , the feeling of rage transfer to the beast it hisses at the little pink man who wets himself. “He is my son.”

Sitting in front of the fire he should be happy but Mo had left she said she would be back but his mind goes over the day where he screw-up. Neytiri feels the boys his anxious mind. “Mawen child Mother with will be back.”

He looks at her with deep brown eyes, his lips tremble. “Did I do something wrong?”

Carefully with open movements she brings the child to her chest. Stroking his hair like he was someone she cared about. “No, no I’m sure mother will be back soon.”

He’d never been held by Mrs. Suli really. It felt nice he wasn’t as afraid of her since the bond he understood her more now seeing Mothers view on things. Still he was cautious of her, he put his head against her stomach. There was something in here, not the stew. Looking at her stomach it was flat, no bump or anything. “There’s something in here.”

She puts a finger to his lips whispering. “I haven’t told ma Jake yet.”

Another Suli he smiles listening to the new creature form inside her stomach. “I won’t tell but how did the baby get in there?”

Thankfully her mother lands getting the boy off her. "Mo!"

She hugs him. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to be gone so long."

"It's okay." He says not to let go of her legs. The bond between them is strong.

Picking him up she takes him to the saddle. Tied to leather is. "Friend!"

He wiggles down to the saddle where the Moonsong lays her neck down. She felt her sister's new bond with the boy knowing he was not to be harmed. The Suli siblings slowly creep over. Spider holds out the doll. "My first Mama made him and Mo went to Hells Gate to rescue him."

Spider sleeps holding the toy. She was unsure of what taking the boy on would mean. His face when saw the doll returned to him. There was so much he'd been denied. So much about life that one his age shouldn't know. Mo'at feels his heart beating because he chose to come back. He held so many people in his small heart that it amazed her. A seed landed on his head; it was her daughter checking up on him. His eyes open as the seed floats above his face. "Hi. Tell Sylwanin I'm very happy here."

End of Book I

#avatar #fanfic #miles spider socorro #ao3 writer #spider socorro #atwow fanfiction #james cameron avatar #jake sully

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gabykatttt · 14 days

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The dazzlings vs Velvet and Veneer

Pt 6

Why are you afraid of your sister? Adagio asked looking at Veneer’s sketchbook.

Well it’s just that my sister wanted to be famous and be adored by everyone but I feel like she isn’t the sister I used to know Veneer said looking at his song book.

And what does she do to you? Adagio asked.

Well she manipulates me and hurts my feelings by not following her command.

Same thing with Adagio she will always take the fucking lead while me and Sonata are backup singers Aria said looking at the closet.

I’m sorry to hear that Veneer said.

It’s okay we’re idiots anyways Aria said changing her clothes.

Adagio rolled her eyes and looked at Veneer.

You know you can change a bit of clothing it’s doesn’t suit you Adagio said looking at Veneer’s clothes.

Well I had comfy clothes but my sister burned them and made me wear this Veneer said.

Oh shit well I guess I’ll give you a makeover Adagio said.

Aria came out of the closet wearing Veneer’s shoulder pad.

Aria what the hell are you wearing? Adagio asked.

My new style Aria said playing with the shoulder pad.

It’s that my boots? Veneer asked.

Yes green spaghetti boy Aria said.

TAKE THEM OFF Veneer yelled.

Ahh no I’m keeping them Aria said.

Aria change your god damn clothes we’re going to take Veneer for a make over Adagio said.

Ugh fine Aria said going back to the closet to change her clothes.

Sorry about that Aria likes to wear men clothes since she had bigger chest than me and Sonata Adagio said.

Not to mention she does this to her boyfriend as well Adagio said.

Oh she has a boyfriend what’s his name? Veneer asked curiously.

His name is Alvin and he’s not my fucking boyfriend Aria said rolling her eyes of annoyance.

With Sonata and Floyd

So how did you get captured? Sonata asked.

Well it started when me and my brothers went on our separate ways I started doing a solo career one time until I saw Velvet holding the diamond bottle and took me to Mount Rageous not mention Velvet forged a letter to my brothers and it’s a trap to steal more talent to be famous Floyd said finishing his story.

Omg that’s worst then lip sync but don’t worry little guy I’ll save you Sonata said trying to break the diamond.

Umm the bottle is made of diamond so the only way to get me out is the perfect family harmony Floyd said.

Of course well I can sing so be prepared Sonata said taking a deep breath and started singing perfectly.

Sonata 🎤🎶

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now

The bottle began to shake and started breaking into pieces.

You freed me thank you Floyd said climbing on Sonata’s shoulder.

You’re welcome now come on we need to find the others Sonata said.

Floyd nodded as Sonata exited the studio and went to find her sisters to tell the truth.

I loved your singing voice Floyd said.

Thanks Sonata replied still walking for the exit.

Hopefully Velvet doesn’t find out Floyd thought still happy that Sonata freed him.

#trolls band together #trolls velvet #trolls au #trolls veneer #the dazzlings #adagio dazzle #aria blaze #sonata dusk #velvet and veneer #trolls floyd

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They could prescribe you any illness you'd like

If you define the terms of your ailments

You could sing a pretty malady like a black canary

But a crow don't know the smell of carbon monoxide

^ Judith starting to lose faith in the resistance, and seeing everyone else's optimism ^

How many years have you been on that couch

They could've quilt'd you in the throws by now

You draw a line in the sand where it ends and you begin

But the tide rolls in, so who knows? Oh well

^ Talking to Breen, catching on to his problem with identity ^

And a little identity never hurt nobody

But lately you've been focusing too much on yourself

So how many milligrams of you are still left in there

^ Judith looking at herself, starting to get worried that by joining the Combine she's going to lose herself ^

Cause back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists

No, we just drank ourselves to death, and god damn it, we liked it

^ Talking to Alyx, and getting very frustrated with her questions because like. Obviously she wants to know where Judith has been going. ^

Who makes the call? What's a symptom, what's a flaw

Can it be both? Well I suppose that's an answer

Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity

Cause God knows it's not like it's cancer

^ Back to Breen, starting to get a bit sarcastic about his choice (and deflecting her own guilt onto pity for him) ^

And good news to the purists: they've discovered a cure

For the symptoms of being alive

It's a painless procedure with a low rate of failure

But very few patients survive

^ Hahn taking Judith to see the experiments, and Judith is trying so hard to feel something about it. ^

And a little conformity never hurt nobody

But lately I've been worried that you're losing yourself

So how many milligrams of you are still left in there

^ Back at Breen, still seeing his personal decay ^

Cause back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists

No, we just bled out in our bath, and god damn it, we liked it

^ I dunno mate ^

Doctor, what's my prognosis if the studies show that

Disease is in the eye of the beholder

Tell me "so it goes"

We depress to impress, I guess

In layer after layer to get off our chests

It's cold out now, we can take it off later

Better safe than sorry, and we both know the danger

^ Judith at Eli, trying to connect to him again ^

So doctor, could you run another test

Got a feeling that this time I might just pass it

Well, if you raise the average

We'll all sing when the bell curve rings

In lyrics symptomatic of the way we think

If our harmonies don't sync, we can change our voices

A chorus on condition of our diagnosis

^ Thinking about her double crossing, starting to struggle with issues about herself and how she changes from place to place ^

Back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists

What can I say, except don't heed no evil wills of moral nihilists

I said, "Back in the days of lobotomies and shock therapy and mad scientists

Oh don't you make me waste my breath. God damn it"

^ Judith during the office scene, finally snapping and jumping in to save Eli because she can't stand Breen anymore ^

Ain't your you-dentity at stake

Does aspirin kill you with the pain

You're not your thoughts, you're not your brain

You're just the character you've made

Up in your head, down in your heart

What seem like separate body parts

Come together to believe they're you

And not just chemistry

It's not the way that you were raised

Or what the advertisements say

Not what you pay for, what you pray for

What you want, or what you say

And I see your tendency to redefine disease by what you need

And I'm afraid I can't prescribe the diagnosis that you seek

And something tells me that you need

Forgive me now if I misspeak

But something tells me that you like

And something tells me

You prefer

To be sitting there flipping through those old issues of People

Well that's our time, see you next week

^ Judith at pretty much everyone, just...releasing all those emotions she kept under wraps to keep herself and the people she cares about safe. ^

OOOOOOOOOO YEAH!! I LOVE THIS

#ask #bibi tag

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an-assortment-of-forks · 2 years

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IF YOU NEED ME I WILL BE LISTENING TO "Marsha, thankk you for the dialectics but I need you to leave" until the literal end time. if you are talking to me this is all that goes on behind my eyes

✨THIS✨

"Doctor, what's my prognosis if the studies show that

Disease is in the eye of the beholder

Tell me "so it goes"

We depress to impress, I guess

In layer after layer to get off our chests

It's cold out now, we can take it off later

Better safe than sorry, and we both know the danger

So doctor, could you run another test

Got a feeling that this time I might just pass it

Well, if you raise the average

We'll all sing when the bell curve rings

In lyrics symptomatic of the way we think

If our harmonies don't sync, we can change our voices

A chorus on condition of our diagnosis"

AND ALSO ✨THIS✨

"Ain't your you-dentity at stake

Does aspirin kill you with the pain

You're not your thoughts, you're not your brain

You're just the character you've made

Up in your head, down in your heart

What seem like separate body parts

Come together to believe they're you

And not just chemistry

It's not the way that you were raised

Or what the advertisements say

Not what you pay for, what you pray for

What you want, or what you say

And I see your tendency to redefine disease by what you need

And I'm afraid I can't prescribe the diagnosis that you seek"

SAVE SOME FOR THE REST OF US WILL DAMN.

#i would like to become will wood #if i am Lemon Demon then will wood is Bill Watterson #cw for talk of suicide as part of a satyrical view on mental health and what its like being a disabled person in america >_>#Spotify #legit accidentally clicked on the song while making this and it autoplayed and i am currently listening to it AGAIN

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"Doctor could you run another test?

I got a feeling that this time i might just pass it

If you raise the average

Would i sing when the bell curve rings?

In lyrics symptomatic of the way we think

If our harmonies don't sync we can change our voices

A chorus on condition of our diagnosis"

Kinda resontes with me in a way.

I uh. I can see it

#asks #sorry i have nothing to add this is interesting I just have nothing to add aaaaa

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So doctor, could you run another test Got a feeling that this time I might just pass it Well, if you raise the average We'll all sing when the bell curve rings In lyrics symptomatic of the way we think If our harmonies don't sync, we can change our voices A chorus on condition of our diagnosis Back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists What can I say, except don't heed no evil wills of moral nihilists I said, "Back in the days of lobotomies and shock therapy and mad scientists Oh don't you make me waste my breath. God damn it"

Resident marvin may I explain my brain has claimed it’s glory over me I’ve a good heart I may be insane please mend my mind and let me go free all my monks were chanting as the lightning struck my temples electric shocks destructed places said they read it on my face spiraling down my majesty I beg of thee have mercy on me i was just a boy you see I beg of thee have sympathy for me and you fall inside a hole you couldn’t see and you fall inside a hole inside of someone help me understand what’s going on inside my mind Doctor I Can’t Tell If I’m not me…

#the mind electric demo 3 #resident simon how do you plead we’ll need your testimony on a stand

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radxianixe · 11 months

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THEY COULD PRESCRIBE YOU ANY ILLNESS YOU'D LIKE IF YOU DEFINE THE TERMS OF YOUR AILMENT. YOU COULD SING A PRETTY MALADY LIKE A BLACK CANARY, BUT A CROW DON'T KNOW THE SMELL OF CARBON MONOXIDE. HOW MANY YEARS HAVE YOU BEEN ON THAT COUCH? THEY COULD'VE QUILT'D YOU IN THE THROWS BY NOW. YOU DRAW A LINE IN THE SAND—WHERE IT ENDS AND YOU BEGIN—BUT THE TIDE ROLLS IN SO... WHO KNOWS? OH WELL. AND A LITTLE IDENTITY NEVER HURT NOBODY, BUT LATELY YOU'VE BEEN FOCUSING TOO MUCH ON YOURSELF. SO HOW MANY MILLIGRAMS OF YOU ARE STILL LEFT IN THERE? 'CAUSE BACK IN MY DAY, WE DIDN'T NEED NO FEEL-GOOD PILLS AND NO PSYCHIATRISTS. NO, WE JUST DRANK OURSELVES TO DEATH... AND GODDAMMIT, WE LIKED IT! WHO MAKES THE CALL, WHAT'S A SYMPTOM WHAT'S A FLAW? CAN IT BE BOTH? WELL, I SUPPOSE THAT'S AN ANSWER. WOULD YOU GIVE UP YOUR HUMANITY FOR JUST A TOUCH OF SANITY? 'CAUSE GOD KNOWS IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S CANCER! AND GOOD NEWS TO THE PURISTS: THEY'VE DISCOVERED A CURE FOR ALL THE SYMPTOMS OF BEING ALIVE. IT'S A PAINLESS PROCEDURE WITH A LOW RATE OF FAILURE, BUT VERY FEW PATIENTS SURVIVE! AND A LITTLE CONFORMITY NEVER HURT NOBODY, BUT LATELY I'VE BEEN WORRIED THAT YOU'RE LOSING YOURSELF. SO HOW MANY MILLIGRAMS OF YOU ARE STILL LEFT IN THERE? WOAH—'CAUSE BACK IN MY DAY, WE DIDN'T NEED NO FEEL-GOOD PILLS AND NO PSYCHIATRISTS. NO, WE JUST BLED OUT IN OUR BATH... AND GODDAMMIT WE LIKED IT! DOCTOR, WHAT'S MY PROGNOSIS IF THE STUDY SHOWS THAT DISEASE IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER? TELL ME "SO IT GOES." WE DEPRESS TO IMPRESS, I GUESS, IN LAYER AFTER LAYER TO GET OFF OUR CHESTS. IT'S COLD OUT NOW, WE CAN TAKE IT OFF LATER. BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY, AND WE BOTH KNOW THE DANGER. SO DOCTOR, COULD YOU RUN ANOTHER TEST? GOT A FEELING THAT THIS TIME I MIGHT JUST PASS IT. WELL, IF YOU RAISE THE AVERAGE. WE ALL SING WHEN THE BELL CURVE RINGS IN LYRICS SYMPTOMATIC OF THE WAY WE THINK. IF OUR HARMONIES DON'T SYNC, WE CAN CHANGE OUR VOICES. A CHORUS ON CONDITION OF OUR DIAGNOSIS. 'CAUSE BACK IN MY DAY, WE DIDN'T NEED NO FEEL-GOOD PILLS AND NO PSYCHIATRISTS. WHAT CAN I SAY EXCEPT, "I'LL HEED NO EVIL WILLS OF MORAL NIHILISTS?" I SAID, "BACK IN THE DAYS OF LOBOTOMIES AND SHOCK THERAPY AND MAD SCIENTISTS—" OH, DON'T YOU MAKE ME WASTE MY BREATH... GODDAMMIT! Ain't your youdentity at stake? Does aspirin kill you with the pain? You're not your thoughts, you're not your brain, you're just the character you've made. Up in your head, down in your heart, what seem like separate body parts come together to believe they're you and not just chemistry. It's not the way that you were raised or what the advertisements say. Not what you pay for, what you pray for, what you want, and what you say. And I see your tendency to redefine disease but what you need, and I'm afraid I can't prescribe the diagnosis that you seek. But something tells me that you need—Forgive me now if I misspeak. But something tells me that you like it. Something tells me you prefer to be sitting there flipping through those old issues of people. Well, that's our time, see you next week!

#i get in moods. sometimes.

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(Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!! 💝💝💝 my husband and I spent the day lounging around the house...It was a great day!!! I love just sitting around eating Valentine's chocolate and watching TV while cuddling. 🥰🥰🥰 Here is a Valentine's Day special with my favorite character, Kyle Broflovski!!! 😘😘😘)

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"Take my hand. I'll teach you to dance.

I'll spin you around. Won't let you fall down."

Kyle hesitantly took your hand.

He wasn't much of a dancer. But seeing you in your beautiful red dress, how could he say no?

You smiled softly as you sang to him. You had such an angelic voice.

"Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet.

Give it a try. It'll be alright."

He stumbled a bit as you spun and he tried to steady you.

You were a dancer. As he watched you spin so gracefully and expertly, he fell more in love.

Your expression was of pure happiness and love.

He wanted to see more. So he let you lead.

"The rooms hush hush and now's our moment.

Take it in, feel it, all and hold it.

Eyes on you. Eyes on me. We're doing this right."

He joined you in singing. You were the harmony and he was the melody.

You both knew this song by heart.

After all, this song was playing during your rehearsal. The place where he confessed his love for you.

With your voices in sync, you believed you sounded more beautiful than the original singers. The karaoke machine was playing on the outdoor table.

The lights hanging around the backyard made you glow brighter in the dark of night. You were a stunning sight.

"Cause lovers dance when their feeling in love.

Spotlight shining it's all about us.

It's aaall about uuus."

He started to get the hang of it with your teaching and soon you were dancing in sync.

He may have accidentally stepped on your heels once or twice, but you laughed it off.

"And every heart in the room will melt.

This is a feeling I've never felt, but

It's aaall about uuus."

He got more and more into it as the song continued. You both were singing to each other with all the love you held.

You didn't even notice Kyle's mom recording the whole thing and leaning on her husband with soft smiles. She was happy that her son found somone like you.

You were his and he was yours.

"Suddenlyyy, I'm feeling braaave.

Don't know what's gotten into meee.

Or why I feeeeeel this waaay.

Can we daaance reeeal slooow?

Can I hooold you? Can I hooold you clooose?"

He was never a dancer. Sure he and his friends formed a band and sung and dance...but that was different.

This...This is something special...Something... amazing...

He was always shit on and made fun of. People hated listening to his speeches and him and his friends were falling apart...

But you...you were always there...

Supporting him. Loving him.

Even when all the girls and boys were against each other, your love never faded.

You never left. You stayed to comfort him.

He could never repay you for everything you got him through. For making all the pain and insecurities melt away.

That's why he wanted to give you the best Valentine's Day ever.

Because of you, he changed for the better.

You made him feel...alive. Brave. Confident.

He wanted to give you the world.

As you resang the choruses in beautiful harmony, the memories of the day flashed thtough his mind.

He prepared everything perfectly. He literally prayed that nothing would go wrong. That for once South Park wouldn't have some sort of disaster ruin everything.

For once, his prayers were answered.

He got up that morning and opened his window.

There you were. Waking up from your slumber. As you turned, you saw him and smiled.

He signaled at you to open your window and you did. He used a selfie stick (lol. Very resourceful.) To securely and safely give you a gift basket. Inside was a stuffed bear holding a pot of fake flowers. They had felt and smelled so real. (Real flowers die and make a mess. He wanted to give you something that would last). There were also chocolates and your favorite goodies. You loved the golden earrings he had gotten you. Gold surrounding (F/C) roses.

You couldn't stop smiling as you open the beautiful, hand-made letter enclosed in the flowers.

To my Darling,

I know this is pretty corny...But I wanted give you something that will last forever. You are always there for me when I need you. You're my world and I appreciate all the things you do for me. So let me repay you by making our second Valentine's Day and 1 year anniversary the best day ever. I love you with all my heart.

Here's to many more Valentine's Days/Anniversaries to come.

From your Beloved,

Kyle B. ♡

You had to cover your mouth as happy tears formed in your eyes. You rushed into you closet to give him his gift using the same method.

He opened the gift bag to reveal his favorite snacks. He wasn't big on sweets so he appreciated the salty snacks you got him. He was ecstatic to see the last book from his favorite series. He had been trying to find this volume for ages. Now he can finally see the ending of the hero's journey.

Then there was the black box. When he opened it, he was suprised to find a golden chain with Together hanging from it.

He looked at you in question that soon turned to understanding. You held up a golden necklace that said forever. It was a matching pair. Except his was more masculine and yours was pretty and feminine.

His eyes sparkled as he saw the joy in your eyes.

You both had dressed up in your nicest clothes and spent the day together doing various things. Ice skating, going out for ice cream, and just having a romantic stroll through the woods that was blossoming with flowers. (Thankfully, spring was coming early this year).

Then as the sun set, he had one more surprise for you. He lead you to his backyard and you gasped. You hadn't noticed it before, but before when you were getting ready he set up the backyard with dozens of all your favorite flowers (at least 8 different types). He had also strung up lights and the patio to look organized and romantic.

He ordered ahead of time and you both sat at the table eating a romantic dinner of yours and his favorite restaurant. He had even brought dessert to share. It tasted amazing.

After you had finished eating, you ran into your house to get something and came back with a Karaoke machine.

He was a bit wary at first, but he couldn't say no to your doe eyes...so here you are now.

"Do you heeear that, Looove their playing ooour sooong?

Do you think we're ready? Oh, I'm really feeling it!

Do you hear that, Looove? Do you hear that, Looove?

Do you hear that, Looove. Their playing our song.

Do you think we're ready and Oh I'm really feeling it!

Do you hear that, Love?

Do you hear that, Looove!?"

It felt like something had taken over him. Now he was leading you singing his heart out.

You're duet matched the rhythm of your dancing and felt more...alive you could say.

Maybe he wasn't that bad of a dancer after all...

"Do you hear that, Looove their playing our sooong!

Do you think we're ready and Oh I'm really feeling it!

Do you hear that Love!

Do you hear that Looove!!!"

You were both letting your Love shine out to the world. Neither of you cares who heard.

Right now, you were the only two in the world.

{"Cause lovers dance when their feeling in love.

Spotlight shining it's all about uuus.

It's aaall about uuus.

It's aaall!!!

Every heart in the room will melt, this is a feeling I've never felt!!!

Buuut it's aaall about uuus!!! (Chorus repeated x2}

It's all about us...♡♡♡"

The moment you sang the last note, Kyle pulled you in for a kiss. He wanted to show you all the emotions you made him feel.

It felt like fireworks were going off while butterflies fluttered around in your stomach and electricity shocked your lips.

If you weren't out in the open, the kiss might have gotten more heated. Alas, knowing this you pulled away and you both just held each other. Necklaces clinking together.

Everything was perfect.

...

"Ooohhh. My hubby is growing up too fast!" Kyle's mom finally revealed herself as she wiped her tears.

You both spun around in embarrassed that his parents literally watched you kissing...

"That's my boy!"

"Mom!!! Dad!!!" Kyle's face was bright red. "This is a private moment!!!"

"Oh, I know. I just couldn't help but record this beautiful moment. You'll cherish this video for years to come." Shelia put her hands over her heart.

Kyle covered his face with his hands and you couldn't help but giggle.

"Mooom. Pleeeaaase..."

"Okay. Okay. We'll leave you two alone." Gerald guided his wife into the house, well giving a thumbs up.

"I'm so sorry about my parents..." You laughed.

"It's okay! They are sweet. Besides, when we get older, wouldn't it be so romantic to watch the video?" You smiled up at him.

Kyle sighed then his face softened. "I suppose it would be, huh?"

You then smiled mischievously. You pulled Kyle towards you and brushed your lips against his ear.

"My parents are out of the house spending the night at a hotel...How about you and I get some privacy and I can give you another Valentine's Day gift...I guarentee you're going to love it..." You kissed the shell of his ear.

Kyle gulped as he suddenly got excited. "I-I mean if Y-you really w-want to...I w-would love t-to..." He couldn't help the stutter as he got nervous and excited.

You smiles seductively and lead him into you house and up into your room.

Let's just say, you really showed him how much you loved him...It was a very steamy night.

Best Valentine's Day ever. ♡♡♡

~Fin~

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!!!

Here's your daily dose of love. 😘😘😘

#south park #sp style #kyle broflovski #kyle x reader #south park oneshot #south park x reader #south park headcanons #Youtube

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