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And also he’s a little kid and even the most well behaved kid is messy and so it just devolves into a bit of a food fight and the kitchen is a mess and all their sides ache from laughter and Wen Qing would yell at them, really she would, but they’re all pouting at her, yes, even LWJ (matter of fact, his puppy eyes may be the most lethal) and oh, well it’s not like they actually broke anything. 2/2 

I got tagged by my babey @mvickym thank you because I love you and music tags!  Let’s see how much we have in common... It’s pretty even! I wouldn’t say some of these are my biggest obsessions but I do enjoy them a lot! Almost got a bingo there...

I chose to tag @mewnyan @misograce @misseswallard and @sociallyawkwardwriter if you choose to ofc and others that want to do it feel free to do so!

Here’s my template thingy, it pretty much sums up my music taste because here are my all time faves so yeah, it was fun!

And here’s the blank template for those who want to do it!

Hibiscus tea: What is a song you can always hear? 

I’m not sure what this means, probably the song I can always listen to? In that case, any song by Queen or Helvegen by Wardruna oorrrr Turn Loose The Mermaids by Nightwish. 

Green tea: What was the first movie you saw in a cinema?

I think it was The Extraordinary Adventures of Adèle Blanc-Sec. At least that’s the first movie I remember seeing in a cinema. I was at a ski camp and on our last day they took us to the cinema. I remember I really enjoyed that movie even though everyone else hated it lmao

Miri! Thank you so much for this message! I appreciate that so much. I’ve got tests and assignments piling up this week alone. It’s taking a toll on me. It’s times like this when I ask myself why I chose this major. Don’t get me wrong I love it but sometimes it’s too much. Sending you some love as well and I hope your day and rest of the week goes great! ☺️❤️

warm soup!! I love tea as much as the next person and also im chinese and my mom runs a tea business so i’m CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED

but... soup. :’D the comfort of hot soup on a cold day is just. exponentially greater than a cup of tea somehow. <3

I’m so in love with this idea, I can’t even…

- it’s Anita’s birthday soon and Ermal wants to make it the best birthday ever, because that’s just what he does, taking care of the people he holds dear, making sure they feel loved and protected

- soooo he wants to make her birthday cake and because she is obsessed with unicorns, of course the cake has to be a unicorn as well

- thing is though, Ermal can’t bake for shit, also he is way too busy to make it from scratch, so he buys one of those ready made cake mixes

- he didn’t know that you could fuck those up, but apparently it is indeed possible

- when he takes the dark brown mess out of the oven, he panics, his heart beating too fast, sweat running down his neck, his dark shirt scattered with white flour stains

- a nervous glance at the clock tells him he “only” has twelve hours to go

- he desperately grabs for his phone, pressing the speed dial 2 with trembling fingers and then there is suddenly Bizio’s deep voice in his ear

- but it doesn’t calm him down as usual, on the contrary, he gets even more nervous, he feels like such a failure

- Fabri of course notices this and tricks him into saying what is wrong

- it takes him complete 5 minutes to stop laughing and tell Ermal to get his stupid ass over there

- when Ermal arrives, Fabri already prepared the batter and Ermal is very close to having a temper tantrum, because damn it, he wanted to do something for “his” little girl

- Fabri just smiles and kisses his pouting lips, until Ermal can’t help but smile as well, his hands starting to wander towards Fabri’s backside, Fabri’s fingers tangled in his hair

- which is when Fabri presses the mixer into his hand and tells him to get back to work

- Ermal complains at first, but secretly he’s happy that he’s allowed to do something for Anita

- He starts humming while making the cream, Fabri observing him with a soft smile on his face

- when he’s finished, he dips his finger into the sweet cream and holds it up for Fabri to taste, Fabri looks him straight in the eyes while going for his finger, his teeth softly gracing the sensitive skin, a small moan leaving Ermal’s lips, he can’t take his eyes off of Fabri’s mouth

- “Urgh” A loud noise from the kitchen entrance makes them turn around, Libero standing there with a disgusted expression on his face “I’m so not going to eat that cake tomorrow.”

- He turns around and Fabri can’t stop giggling, his body shaking against Ermal’s

Which, yes, that is obviously the best option, but the thing is that out of the three of them Libero is probably the best at baking, because Anita is still to young to be able to bake without supervision and Ermal is a straight up disaster, sooo, yeah, not too promising. The first cake burns and the second one, well, let’s not talk about that. Now they’re out of ingredients and Ermal convinces Anita that box mix counts as self made as well.

This time round the cake turns out alright and they all sigh in relief. The kitchen and they are a mess though. Ermal sends the kids to clean themselves up while he takes care of the kitchen. Just as Ermal has finished out of his flour covered clothes their friends and family he has invited start arriving and together they quickly finish setting everything up.

(When Libero sees his father pulling up to the house in his car everybody quickly hides and then jumps out once Fabrizio enters the living room. “Happy Birthday!” Fabrizio, who would have been happy with just a nice evening in with his kids and Ermal, is close to tears and quickly pulls Ermal, Libero and Anita into a tight hug. When he pulls back he ruffles Ermal’s curls and laughs a bit. “You missed a spot of flour there”