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[lemonlover1110]

Girl Dad

Dad Series

Kento Nanami

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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Taking care of a baby and a five-year-old isn’t easy, but Kento has it covered. You have a bad cold, the man can’t let you near his daughters. You need to rest and he won’t risk having the girls sick. However, Kento didn’t realize how much of a handful they would be.

Suki herself is enough to fill up Kento’s plate, but having a ten-month-old baby on top of it makes his job even more difficult. Suki loves her little sister, don’t get her wrong, but she will ensure that she’s the favorite daughter even if that includes sabotaging a toddler. Kento knows it, that’s why he keeps his eyes on her.

But Kento can’t keep his eye on Suki at all times, especially when you’re sick. He’s trying to cook a nutritious meal, he can’t hold a baby that loves to touch everything. The easiest solution is to put her in her playpen while he gives Suki something to entertain herself with. It’s usually his phone, giving her a game to play before he begins his other duties.

Sometimes the phone isn’t enough to entertain her. Suki loves to wander around the house, painting on the walls, playing with your decoration, making “potions” with your lotions and perfumes– The list goes on. But sometimes all of that isn’t enough to entertain her.

“Daddy, can I paint your nails?” Suki asks, walking to the kitchen where Kento makes lunch for everyone. Soup for you, something bland for his picky daughters, and then something simple for himself. In other words, his hands are full.

“Later, Suki.” Is all he says, and Suki stomps her little feet, walking back to the living room with her kid nail polish. Her little arms are crossed, and she looks around for something to do, something that will express her anger. She looks down at her nail polish then she hears some cooing from the playpen, and a lightbulb turns on.

Not even five minutes pass, and Kento hears his eldest daughter yelling at the baby. He turns off the stove and walks to the living room to hear Suki yell, “Bad, Chichi! Bad!”

“She’s not a dog, Suki. That’s your baby sister.” Kento corrects her because Suki treats the baby as her dog. Kento walks over to the playpen, where Suki reprimands the baby. Suki’s nail polish is spilled in front of the baby, and before her chubby hands can lay on top of the puddle, Kento picks her up from the playpen. “What happened here?”

“I climbed into the pen to play with her but she grabbed my nail polish and started to throw it around. Like usual.” Suki is a great actress, sticking out her bottom lip and crossing her arms.

“Is that true Chichi?” Kento softens his voice while talking to the clueless, happy baby. She smiles, causing Kento to smile back at her. He kisses her chubby cheek before putting his attention back on Suki. He hates to reprimand her but he can’t let her get away with everything anymore. “I’m not a dumbass, Suki. You can start doing bad things and blame it on her when she’s two or three, right now that won’t work.”

“I’m telling the truth!” She claims, but Kento is hearing none of it. She knows it’s not believable but her daddy usually believes her every word, so she hoped this time around he would believe her again.

“Get out of there, Suki, and stop lying before I put you on timeout again.” Kento can’t believe the words he’s saying. Timeout? Really? He hates it, he’s supposed to support her with everything, not reprimand her.

“Can I go with mommy?”

“She’s sleeping. Now go sit down on the couch and wait for the food.” He’s very serious, she can tell, so she won’t challenge him anymore.

“Can I play with Chichi?” Suki asks as Kento walks back to the kitchen with the baby. He looks at his sweet smiley baby, who reminds him so much of Suki. And to think Suki blames everything on a replica of herself– But he reminds himself that he’s the reason she acts like a little brat.

“Next thing you’ll do is put your mother’s makeup on her, you’ll blame it on the baby and we all get yelled at. I won’t risk it.” He clicks his tongue. 

Kento has to find a way to get Suki to stop blaming everything on the baby, but he has a feeling that’ll take a while.

[loveinhawkins]

The Championship Game of 1985 is only a quarter of the way done, and Eddie is already certain that it’s not going to be a Hawkins victory.

It kinda blows, honestly. It’s boring, like correctly guessing the ending of a movie five minutes in.

And yeah, sue him, maybe high school basketball is a legitimate source of entertainment—he can admit that in the safety of his own head, at least.

Take, for example, the first game of the ‘83 tournament, when a timeout was called with only seconds remaining: the Tigers’ last hope of winning was to miraculously sink a shot with the fraction of time they had left. The tension in the air was palpable as the team formed a huddle—Eddie couldn’t hear anything apart from students chanting, but he stood on his tiptoes and found a gap in the crowd, just in time to read Steve Harrington’s lips: “I’ll make it.”

And he had—with a goddamn stunning full-court jump shot, too, the ball falling through the net just before the buzzer sounded.

Like, come on. Eddie would only admit it under pain of death, but that definitely rivals the intensity of any worthy campaign.

But he can see none of that excitement now. The Tigers have had few opportunities to even get the ball, and whenever they do, Billy Hargrove seems to have taken it upon himself to hog the damn thing, like it’s a symbol of his masculinity.

Of course, he loses the ball—again—and his nostrils flare with anger.

Maybe that’s why Eddie notices it. He’s checked out of paying attention to the game itself, instead focusing on the jaded expressions of Hargrove’s teammates.

As the ball makes its way down center court, Eddie’s eyes are instead drawn to Steve Harrington. He looks pissed, wiping sweat off his forehead and shouting what looks like some pretty choice words at Hargrove’s back.

Hargrove doesn’t seem to acknowledge it, but for just a moment he goes completely still, and all Eddie can think is danger.

It’s covert, the way it’s all done. Hargrove’s move is quick and calculated; he steps far enough away afterwards that it looks like the whole thing is the fault of a rival player.

But Eddie sees the subtle shove. Sees Steve lose his footing.

He goes down hard.

Winces ripple through the audience. Eddie hears Robin Buckley from band suck air through her teeth, then ramble, “Shit, do you think it’s really bad? Beth Wildfire, on my soccer team, her bone, like, came out of her whole knee, you could see it, must’ve been six inches—”

It doesn’t look like anything as gory as that has happened; Steve is already up, and from the redness of his face, it initially seems as if the only thing that’s been hurt is his pride.

But as Eddie sidles to the end of the front row, within earshot of the bench, he sees that Steve can’t put his weight on one ankle, sees the telling way he grits his teeth while speaking.

“I can keep going,” he says, even as Jason Carver’s getting pulled up to replace him.

The coach barely spares Steve a glance, clapping Carver on the shoulder as he jogs onto the court.

“Get someone to take you over to the nurse.”

Steve’s spine goes rigid. “But I can—”

“Look, I don’t have time for this.” The coach finally looks at Steve directly, pointing a stern finger at his chest. “You’re benched, Harrington.”

Steve visibly deflates. He opens his mouth, but no words come out, and then he glances to the side, as if suddenly aware that he’s drawing attention to himself.

This time, when his teeth clench, Eddie thinks that it’s more from embarrassment than pain.

“Whatever,” Steve mutters, and he limps out of the hall—close enough that he clips Eddie by the shoulder as he goes.

Eddie doesn’t know that he’s made a decision until he’s already moving, stepping to the side.

He turns and heads for the exit.

There’s a jeering call from the bench: Mark Lewinsky.

“Aw, what are you gonna do, Munson? Nurse him back to health?”

Obscene moaning noises, punctuated with laughter.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

He finds Steve in the corridor, bracing himself with a hand against the wall. There’s a couple of pictures on the floor, class photos taken for the yearbook that had been pinned up; Steve must have inadvertently torn them down as he grappled for balance.

“Go away, Munson,” he says without looking. “Go back to the game.”

“I’ve kinda lost interest,” Eddie says lightly. He manages to watch Steve take one painful step before he simply can’t do it anymore—stepping forward, he says, “Christ, Harrington, here.”

Steve jolts away from his hand. “Fuck off, I don’t need—”

“Well, fuck you too, then,” Eddie snaps. Something’s burning in his chest, a sudden and fierce hurt. “Jesus Christ. You know what I am isn’t fucking catching, right?”

He shocks himself by saying it.

In the silence that follows all he can think is that, for once, his dad was right: he never did learn how to shut his damn mouth.

Steve’s staring at him, pressing his back against the wall like it’s the one thing keeping him upright.

“That’s—that’s not why—” He breaks off, looks completely lost.

Somewhere within Eddie’s own mortification, he takes pity on him.

He sniffs, tries to act nonchalant. “Don’t hurt yourself, man.”

“No, I—I didn’t mean…” Steve sighs. “I’m sorry. That’s not—I just meant—” He pushes off from the wall again, wobbles until his hand finds purchase. “Just meant I can do it myself.”

Eddie feels his heart rate slow. He tilts his head. Re-examines Steve’s posture: the set to his jaw, the pained determination.

Years ago, Eddie broke his wrist at the fair, thanks to an awkward crash while on the bumper cars. It was the first summer that staying at Wayne’s had become a permanent thing, and Eddie had hidden his wrist beneath the folds of his too-large leather jacket, but Wayne met him off the ride and immediately noticed (“Chrissake, Ed. I’m not mad, kid. Just… lemme help you?”).

Eddie tried to stay silent as he got wrapped into a splint, because anything else felt like admitting to something.

Felt shameful.

“Yeah, you can,” Eddie says, shrugging. He pauses. Takes a chance. “Doesn’t mean you have to, though.”

He moves forward again—slower this time. Offers his hand.

Steve takes it.

“For the record,” he says, grunting as he shifts his weight, “I could’ve kept playing. Like, I’ve had worse.”

Yeah, Eddie thinks, you sure have.

Steve clearly hasn’t sensed that Eddie’s thoughts have gone to how messed up his face was last winter, because he keeps talking.

“Anyway. My own damn fault.” A rueful grin. “Didn’t plant my feet.”

“Don’t,” Eddie says. “You don’t have to… I saw. I saw Hargrove, man.”

Steve scoffs quietly. “Yeah, of course you did.”

“Shit, Harrington, way to make me sound like a stalker.”

“No, it’s just—” Steve shakes his head. “Just typical, that’s all. Remember when the fire alarm went off, last spring? You were the only one who noticed Debbie Lyons was missing.”

“Uh, so?”

Steve smiles. “So… you notice things.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say.

But he gives it a try as they round another corner.

“What the fuck is Hargrove’s problem with you, dude?”

Steve chuckles wryly. “I’m really annoying.”

“Yeah, fair enough,” Eddie says, grinning when Steve manages to elbow him in the ribs. “But not, like, ‘intentionally injure’ levels of annoying. He threw the game, too.”

“Huh?”

Eddie fixes Steve with a pointed look. “Took out one of our best players.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but still looks undeniably pleased. “Shuddup.” He sobers in the space of taking another step and says, “With Hargrove, it’s… there’s bigger things than basketball, y’know?”

Eddie hears the just drop it underneath what’s spoken. He nods.

They’re almost at the nurse’s office when Steve sighs. “S’not exactly how I pictured it.”

“Hmm?”

“My last game.” Steve winces slightly as they inch closer to the door; Eddie tries to take more of his weight. “Had it in my head that I’d win, go out on a high.”

Eddie’s staring down the prospect of repeating senior year again—he knows all about having ideas in your head that don’t quite pan out.

“Life isn’t like a movie, Harrington,” he says.

It comes out perhaps more fond than he intended.

For some reason, Steve starts laughing like he’s heard something downright hilarious. “Yeah, gonna have to agree to disagree on that one, Munson.”

In the nurse’s office, they find out Steve’s probably got a bad sprain rather than a fracture (“See? I totally could’ve kept playing,” Steve insists), but that he should get it checked out at the hospital, just in case.

Ice pack in one hand, Steve makes a call on the office phone, with what sounds like a morbidly curious teen on the other end: “No, dude, there’s no blood—can you be normal for, like, two seconds and put your mom on? Thank you.”

As Steve hangs up, Eddie is very aware that the right time to leave was probably five minutes ago.

He stays put.

“This was supposed to be my last game, too,” he says.

“Was?”

Eddie clicks his tongue. “Well. S’not confirmed yet, haven’t had my last test results back. But uh, it’s kinda like the game.” He nods in the direction that they came, towards the basketball court. “I already know which way it’s gonna go.”

There’s no judgement in Steve’s eyes. “Sorry. Must’ve been boring to watch.”

Eddie smiles. “Nah, you’re good.”

He doesn’t say that, in his eyes, Steve’s single-handedly given the school almost all of its memorable basketball moments. That his secret favourite one isn’t even a Tigers victory: there was a game when Steve was poised to take the winning shot, and a kid from Connersville fainted.

In the few seconds of confusion, Steve could’ve still taken the shot. He could’ve won.

But as soon as he realised what was going on, he refused to.

To Eddie, that says more about him than any triumph ever could.

The phone rings again; the nurse is letting a Mrs Henderson in at the front of the school to pick up Steve.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Eddie says, because there’s only so many people allowed in the office at one time.

“See you, Munson. Um, thanks, by the way. Hope next year’s championship is, uh, better.”

There’s something in the way he says it, like even while still in the building, he’s drifting away, high school in his rear view mirror.

Oh, Eddie thinks wistfully, you’re already halfway outta here, aren’t you?

Goddamnit. I might actually miss you, Steve Harrington. You and your stupid hair.

“Hmm, can’t see myself going to watch next year.”

“Oh, yeah? How come?”

Eddie lingers in the doorway. Maybe it’s the fact that in a few weeks they’re never gonna see each other again. Maybe that helps him say it. Makes him a little braver.

He’s never learned to shut his damn mouth.

“My favourite player’s leaving,” he says.

And sure, he leaves barely a second later; he’s not that brave.

But he stays just long enough to catch Steve’s smile: startled, pleased, and perhaps just a little shy—like he’s made the winning shot after all.

[lovingclaws]

something something dad bf! logan talking to/about your stuffie like it's a real person and making you giggle:(

"'m not gonna talk to you, dada!" you yelled out at logan. the two of you just had a huge argument and it always ended up with you crying. logan knows his intentions aren't to make you cry, he just wants to keep you safe. stressed out, logan kept brainstorming ideas in order for you to talk to him again. he'd let out sighs in desperation, unable to find any. he noticed you were playing with your stuffed animals, telling them all your problems and about your argument with logan. he sat down right in front of you, while you pouted. you tried to get up but logan's hand tightly grabbed your wrist sitting you back down. logan grabbed the wolf stuffie right next to you. "don't cha think she's bein' silly? not talkin' to me won't fix things right?" he said to the wolf. you were trying your best not to giggle, you weren't used to logan doing all this. logan held the wolf up to his ear and nodded, pretending like the wolf had just said something to him. "ooh! bad thing to do right? i mean, i don't blame her, she's my princess-" he was cut off by the wolf toy again as it spoke into his ear. "not a good enough excuse? yea, you're right. we should teach her stuff properly!" "put her in timeout? bit harsh, no?" "you know what bub, you're onto something." logan let go of the toy, placing it on the floor gently as he sent you into the timeout corner for five minutes. you pouted and whined but logan let you know it was the toy's decision. you stomped over to the corner, side-eyeing logan. he played around with the stuffie, waiting for you to get back. your timeout was over and you ran to logan apologizing for your behavior. he picked up the stuffed animal again. "ya think we should forgive her?" "you're forgiven, bub." you giggled at the interaction once again, logan pulling you into a tight hug. "what'd wolfie say to you?" you made puppy dog eyes at logan, hoping for an answer. "it's our little secret." he smirked before landing a kiss onto your forehead.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Omg they're ~~(wanted in at least 5 countries)~~ so silly I need the cheese ask with the other skellies pls

The main boys are here!

Horrorswap Sans - He scolds you for playing with food and starts eating the cheese anyway because he doesn't want to ruin it. But still, stop it!

Horrorswap Papyrus - He dramatically falls on the floor like a dying sea star, the cheese on his face. You killed him, congratulations.

Horrorfell Sans - He throws the cheese against the wall, hisses angrily, and then goes on all four to growl at the enemy. That's only when he realizes it's just cheese that he turns to you and starts to yell at you, asking if you think it's funny. Well. Yes, it is actually.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Are you proud of yourself? Throwing cheese at people who can't even walk to defend themselves. Shame on you. Shame on your cow. And shame on your face because as soon as you lower your guard, Chief slams the cheese back at you.

Outertale Sans - He dodges, mocking your terrible aim, knocks himself out against the ceiling, falls on the floor, and the cheese falls back on his face. Loser.

Outertale Papyrus - What are you? Five? He scolds you for showing a bad example to the children he's babysitting. Now go in timeout to think about what you just did. You regret nothing though.

Dancetale Sans - He ducks, does a back somersault, and shoots the cheese in the air like a pro footballer. The cheese somehow ends back in your face instead of his. Not fair.

Dancetale Papyrus - He screams, slaps the cheese on the floor, slips on the cheese, and falls on his back in an even louder scream. He then gives you an angry stare. You decide to retreat.

Dancefell Sans - He stays still :( He probably deserved this. He's a loser after all. He sits sadly on the floor with his cheese on his face and he stays there. What a drama queen, you swear.

Dancefell Papyrus - You thought it would be fun to do it while he's streaming. You didn't expect the Internet to turn this into a meme though. Poor Tango has his cheese face on every screen of the world for two whole months. He's mad at you lol.

Farmtale Sans - Uh oh. If there's something you don't want to insult, it's Sam's cows. And you just threw his baby's cheese at his face! How dare you! He starts a 10-minute speech about how hard it is to make cheese and how you're ruining his work with your pranks. You can stop chuckling honestly.

Farmtale Papyrus - He gives you a confused look, mildly panicked. Did he do something wrong? Are you angry at him? Why? He doesn't understand what's going on and he's not sure if he should laugh with you or hide or something.

Mafiatale Sans - He gives you an unamused stare, the cheese in his hand. You think you're really funny, uh? You're not going to laugh so much when he will mess with the water temperature while you're taking your shower tonight. But he will though.

Mafiatale Papyrus - Creeper keeps his natural poker face, not really caring about the cheese. He quickly discards it and returns to whatever he is doing. You're pretty sure you saw the shadow of a smile on his face but it's hard to tell, really. He's too good at being expressionless.

Mafiafell Sans - He tries to warn you, but you do it anyway. Suddenly, the leashes of the twenty dogs you were holding pulls forward, making you literally fly. The dogs all jump on Fang so they can have the cheese on his face. As for you, you're biting the dust... Quite literally.

Mafiafell Papyrus - Torpedo does the dramatic turnaround and asks silently who threw cheese behind his head. Because you have a survival instinct, you immediately points at Fang, who is sleeping peacefully at his desk. You feel bad when Torpedo starts to yell at his brother, flipping the desk over with everything on it. You decide it's maybe best to retreat because Fang is staring through your soul and you have a feeling you will pay for that.

Ink - He accidentally put his brush in the way, which opened a portal on an Undertale cheese AU where all characters are cheese. Ink is very excited and insists you two should go to try to eat Sans. You're not sure about this.

Error - He moved at the same time and now the cheese is in his eye socket. Error is rolling on the floor, screaming and glitching in agony, trying to get this thing out of there. Let's just say you better run fast and far away from him.

Disbelief Papyrus - He ducks instinctively. The cheese ends in Asgore's beard, who was just standing behind. You have a fun afternoon planned now, trying to save Asgore's beard without shaving it because the cheese is stuck in there. Delta is lecturing you while you're working.

Killer Sans - He hates cheese. He has the biggest gagging ever, throws the cheese away and runs to clean his face. He can't stand the smell, he swears he's going to grow himself a stomach to puke. You just found a mass destruction weapon randomly. Cool.

Dustale Sans - His brain completely stops working and he starts to stare at the emptiness. There's nothing in these eyes anymore. He stays there, frozen, and refuses to move before you get rid of the cheese.

[selineram3421]

Two

Lil' idea blip for what the child reader would be like.

Daycare Attendants & Child Reader

Warning ⚠

⚠ reader is (gn) gender neutral, cussing, platonic, using random names for kids-sorry if I used yours and now it's confusing ⚠

Currently the Daycare Attendant Sundrop was at the craft table, helping one of the children make a snowflake.

"And then cut shapes on one side.", Sun instructed the little one.

Of course, children don't always listen to instructions well and do what they like. Still, it made the animatronic smile when Kathy finished her snowflake.

"I'm done!", the blue eyed girl said proudly.

"How nice!", Sun cheered. "Now you can make another one!"

Kathy thought for a moment before shaking her head no. "No. I want to color now.", she said and gave the attendant the scissors.

"Alrighty!", the sun animatronic replied before going towards the arts and crafts cabinets to put away the scissors.

Then, as he was closing the cabinet door, he heard a yell.

Spinning his head, Sundrop saw Kevin standing on top of a messed up tea table. Gina was cowering behind a familiar child that was butting heads with the boy.

"Friendship is dumb!", the little trouble maker said and blew a raspberry.

You had let out a haunted gasp and quickly your face switched from shocked to anger. Then you picked up a nearby Nerf gun and pointed it at the brown haired boy.

"Friendship is FUCKING magic!", you screeched before blasting the boy with foam bullets.

Sun gasped as he quickly stood up.

"There is no foul language in the Daycare!", he speed walked over and scooped you up. "Timeout!"

"Hey!", you puffed out your cheeks in annoyance. "Kevin is the jerk! He should be in time out! And I'm not wrong! Friendship is magic!"

"I suppose you're right.", Sun said and also scooped up Kevin. "Both of you are in timeout."

"WHAT!?", the brown haired boy screamed. "I didn't do anything!"

The daycare attendant walked towards the corner as the two children bickered.

"That's a big fat lie!", you frowned.

"Your Mom's fat!", the boy replied.

"My mom is not fat! She just has a big butt!", you countered. "And last I saw, your dad was staring at my mom's butt! So eat it fart face!"

"You're stupid! And ugly!", Kevin shouted.

"I'm not a mirror!", you shouted back.

Sun felt tired already.

It hasn't even been two hours.

Placing the two in the corner, he sat them on chairs and told them to hold hands.

"No!", the two yelled and faced away from each other.

"You won't? Hmmm.", Sundrop placed a hand on his hip, using the other to tap his finger on his faceplate. "Looks like you'll both have to wear the get-along shirt."

You looked up at the animatronic in horror.

Sucking it up, you grabbed Kevin's hand with disgust.

"There. Happy?", you grumbled.

The little boy blushed and looked away. "This is dumb."

"There we go!", Sun clapped his hands. "Five minutes!", he told the two before going back to the other children with a skip in his step.

Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad day.

"I still don't like you.", he overheard you say.

Or...maybe it might be.

Dodadoodadooo.

~Seline, the person.

Fic Ideas for Daycare Attendants

[bakvrue]

A Break -- bakugou x reader

You gently close the bathroom door, hoping that the house guests won't question why you're going to the bathroom for a third time in two hours.

Your head feels like it's pounding, and even you notice how the smile on your face doesn't quite reach your eyes. It's been a week, maybe two of non-stop interactions. His parents and your parents taking up every inch of available space in your house.

Your thumbs press into the corner of your eyes and you bow you head, you don't dare look in the mirror. If you see how closely out are to breaking you might finally shatter.

You almost already had a breakdown this morning when you went to shower and found the shower head settings had all been fucked up. You wasted five minutes trying to fix it, almost calling Katsuki in to help before deciding instead to turn it on the highest blast setting. Maybe it would blast away the numb feeling in your head. But it didn't.

And now it's peak cooking time. Everyone is in the kitchen; there's commands and opinions coming from every corner and all you want to do is finish cooking one dish. Just one. But the flour is being used elsewhere, someone just spilled the salt. You slipped away just as your father-in-law started to clean it up.

You jump when the door opens and shuts quickly behind you.

"Katsuki," you hiss, trying to keep your voice low, "what are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing? Hiding with you, obviously."

He says it so matter of factly but you can tell from the way that he's watching you and analyzing your face that he's here to check on you.

"What if I was peeing?"

He crosses his arms, "Nothing I haven't seen before."

You roll your eyes and push his shoulder, "Stop, you're gross."

Bakugou pulls you into his arms and you would consider it a hug if your arms weren't pinned down at your sides.

"You love me and all my grossness." You try to break free, wiggling in his arms only for him to tighten his hold on you. "Besides, I know you need a break."

"That doesn't mean breaking my back," you respond, trying to free at least a shoulder or arm to fight back with.

He looseness his grip but keeps his arms around you, and you're finally able to hug him back. Stupid bastard and his big arms. But you nuzzle your face into his shoulder and revel in the scent of him. It's calming and the fog inside your head seems to clear a little with each second.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, the bone digging into your muscles as he talks, "You know, you don't have to be all smiles all the time. You're allowed to just be."

He could tell your smiles were fake too. Of course he could, there's no fooling him.

"I just want everything to be perfect, and for everyone to have a good time."

You always feel a little silly admitting this, you know not everything is going to be perfect, but you always feel like it's up to you to make sure it is. Even though you've learned this lesson already, that it's not up to you to make everyone happy, when you get overwhelmed it's easy to forget.

Katsuki kisses your shoulder in silent understanding, and backs away from you, grabbing the door handle.

"I'm putting you in kitchen timeout. Take a 20 minute break. Find out if the Midoriya's set their house on fire, I bet Izuku burned something by now and I need a good laugh."

He gives you a cocky smile, and mouths the words, "love you," before closing the door and leaving you alone in the bathroom again.

He can handle the kitchen better than you anyways, you know that he's going to do fine so you pull out your phone and message the group chat.

'Anyone burn anything yet?'

[kazzy-boo-baby]

For @aew-kun-age-regression !

🌙Marc Spector/Moon Knight/Steven Grant Caregiver Headcannons🌙

🌙-Marc got very nervous when he got asked to be a caregiver. So he did plenty of research on how to take care of a little properly so he could be the best caregiver he could be.

🌙-Marc gets very worried when his little his a fit or a meltdown. All he wants to do is find a solution to fix the problem! But until his little can calm down, he holds them tight in his arms while whispering soft praises in their ear.

🌙-His little knows of his other personality, Steven Grant. In fact, his little loves that about him because it feels like having two daddies at once! When Steven fronts, his little calls him papa. When Marc fronts, his little calls him Dada.

🌙-Steven was very, very shy meeting his little. But once he warmed up to them, all he would want to do was play with them and spoil them with toys and treats.

"Cmon.. are you sure you don't want one more treat? How about just one more! You've been a good boy/girl/kid after all."

🌙-Marc is the one that's more serious and strict with his little. He has a full list of rules that he excepts his little to follow like:

•Naps every day after lunch

•No cursing/talking back

•Always use your manners

•Always, always ask for help when you need it. Don't do dangerous tasks by yourself!

•No sweets after dinner

•TV time is only 3 hours a day

🌙-Steven loves to read his little books. Waking up? Let's read a book! Bored? How about we read a book? Sleepy? Would you like a bedtime story? He always gets excited to read to you, he always tries to get two books in every day.

🌙-When rules are broken, Marc won't hesitate to ground you or put his little in timeout. But he'll sit there with his little during their timeout, reassuring them that it's almost over.

"Only five more minutes, dove. You can do it."

🌙-Steven always makes bath time a fun experience. He'll fill the bath with bubbles, bath crayons, sensory toys for his little to play with and he will make sure to use his little's favorite soap. One of his favorite things to do is put bubbles on his head and blow them off.

🌙-Marc may be strict, but he's also very protective and loving towards his little. There's nothing he loves more than to cradle his little in his arms and rock them back and forth. He wants his little to know that they will always be loved no matter what.

🌙-Marc is better at handling younger littles, while Steven is better at handling older littles. It doesn't matter what headspace their little is at though, he'll love them regardless.

Ex: Marc is better at handling littles who's headspace range from 1-3

Steven is better at handling littles at a headspace range from 3-6

[waterfire1848]

When little Zuko and little Azula would fight, Ursa would put them both in timeout, but then little Azula would cry, cause she was put in timeout in a seperate corner than her brother, when she wanted to be close to him, which confused Ursa, because if Azula wanted to be close to Zuko, then why did they start fighting in the first place?

Anon I love this ask!!!!🥺

Azula was just being a little sister that doesn’t mean she wants to be separated from her best friend. Ursa, still confused, let’s them be in the same corner and Azula stops crying. This now leads me to the headcanon that Zuko is the one person in the family who can get Azula to stop crying. Whenever Azula won’t stop crying (whether it’s from injury, fear, angry, what has you) Ursa just sets her next to Zuko and she stops crying within five minutes. Ursa stops questioning it because it works.

[yanderelmk]

Hello 👋. I saw your post about yandere Lego Monkie Kid (LMK) and I was wondering if you’re interested in taking a request of headcanon of yandere poly of Sun Wukong and Macaque (Shadowpeach🍑) x reader. But if you’re busy, not taking requests or anything, then please ignore this. Thank you and Happy Pride Month 🏳️‍🌈😁!

A/N: Sobbing I am so sorry you had to wait so long- content coming right up now that I have random motivation --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

One-up killings. Oh, the one-up killings.

They have this weird competition to see who has the highest kill count at the end of the week

Macaque is one petty motherfucker he's going to use so many shadow clones to trip Wukong to make him stumble, or if there's a group date he's gonna intentionally give Wukong the wrong place/time and then go "Gosh Wukong, you're such an air-head"

Y'know I've had this cooking in my head for a while, with how Macaque is I'd be genuinely surprised if he thinks his behavior is the appropriate reaction

Well of course he'd try to shove Wukong into oncoming traffic, you snuggled with him for a whole five minutes last night!

"Oopsie~ Did I do that?" is how Macaque will respond to being called out

Wukong gets back at him, though, trust AND believe

Macaque better prepare to wake up to heavy metal being blasted in his room at 3 AM

One time Wukong replaced the filling in Macaque's Oreos with toothpaste and now Macaque doesn't trust the snack pantry unless you eat something first

The weird thing is with how these two scrap you can't tell if they genuinely hate one anther or if there isn't something homoerotic going on underneath those passive-aggressive insults

It doesn't make sense to anyone but you, who lives with them and observes their behaviors on a constant basis

Once you start trying to work with them through said tension things begin to inch a bit more enemies-to-lovers, though it will take a WHILE before either of them will want to admit it

Hilariously the two monkeys start yandere-ing for one another and getting really grumpy when attention is not being given.

They might be murder monkeys but they will die without attention either from you or from one another

You are Wukong's Sunshine and Macaque's Little Nightmare and both will be offended if you do not wear seasonal sweaters with those nicknames stitched on them

If they're both arguing too much you must stick them in the Get Along Sweater and put them in timeout for their crimes

[thatfreshi]

"If You Simply Must Know" (Uni AU P. 7)

no tw!!

Your class at noon comes quickly enough as you try to focus on anything other than the anomaly of a man you've been presented with. Between scrolling through Instagram and staring off into space, you successfully manage to pass the time. However, you're a little too successful, because that said class starts in five minutes, which means you're going to have to sprint to get there.

When you do finally make it, the class is almost entirely full, leaving you one spot at a long table in the back. And much to your surprise, the six particularly interesting people you'd met over the past couple of days. From left to right, you see Wyll, Astarion, an empty seat between him and Lae'zel, Gale, Shadowheart, and Karlach. So, you take that empty seat, and playfully whisper to the man next to you.

"So much for that meeting."

He almost ignores you. Almost. There's a slight smirk, that you probably wouldn't have picked up on if you weren't looking for it. Remembering your schedule, you realize something quite odd. This is a mandatory public speaking class, which means all seven of you put it off for far too long, especially considering at least two of you are seniors. It almost makes you laugh, thinking about all of you avoiding a class like this until now. The introduction lecture passes by slowly, but soon enough the professor is introducing your first project.

"Now, since there are 21 of you in here, and you've already grouped yourselves accordingly, say hello to your groups for the quarter."

And everyone sitting at your table lets out some noise of dissaproval, and you can hear Gale and Shadow whispering to one another. After the professor finishes telling you where you can find the project details in the syllabus, you get up out of your chair, and sit on the table.

"Okay, listen up."

They almost don't listen to you, but you clear your voice until they all look at you.

"Now, I know we all have our differences here, and if we have to work together, we're all going to be nice about it. Gale, Shadow, Lae'zel, you have to be nice to Astarion, or else."

You then look at Karlach and Wyll on the ends of the table.

"And you two? I don't know what your problem is, but please, please get along. I do not want to baby all of you on how to be peaceful with one another, and I will not hesitate to put any of you in timeout."

"Timeout? What are we, children?"

Shadowheart asks.

"Well, you certainly act like it."

You glare at Astarion for the comment.

"Hey, I'm repping you right now, watch it. And yes, you all are acting like children, and I'm sick of it! Why can't we just try to get along, please? No more petty drama, at least while we have to be in class together?"

"But-"

"Gale, I swear to god, if you bring up the RA thing one more time, I'm going to drop out."

And that seems to do it, at least for the time being. They all reluctantly agree to deal with one another, and Astarion stays oddly silent after your comment about repping him to the group.

"Alright! I mean I only really have issues with Wyll, but it seems like the rest of you got something goin' on."

Karlach smiles, excited to get involved with the rest of you. Wyll goes to make a retort, but pushes it down when the two of you make eye contact.

"So, when do you all want to meet up to work on this?"

The seven of you begin discussing schedules, and Astarion says no to almost every proposed plan.

"God, can you just move some things around?"

Lae'zel is already getting frustrated.

"Funny that you think I can do that. Darling, I promise all my plans are far more important than some silly school project."

He does the thing again with his sleeve, hiding the grit of his teeth well.

"Tell me again why we can't just do Thursday? That's the only day I have free this week."

"Because I TA for Professor Mystra on Thursdays. It's an all-day endeavor."

You try your best to not get onto them again, instead dealing with the issues as they arise.

"Okay Gale, do you have like a lunch break on those days? Because if so, we could just do that."

"I suppose we could meet up for an hour at noon..."

He's clearly not happy to concede to Astarion's horribly busy life, but finally there's a plan.

"Perfect, Thursday at noon! Oh, and we should make a group chat."

Karlach collects everyone's Instagram handles as she passes her phone around the table.

"Nice to meet you guys, see ya! Oh, and bye Wyll."

She flips the bird before laughing and walking away, Shadow staring at her all the while. The group dissolves quickly, and you just so happen to walk Astarion's way when you all leave. You address him first.

"You not a walk and talk kind of guy?"

"Not many people want to walk and talk with me, and if they do it's usually just to tell me something, not to actually converse."

"Well, are you particularly against conversing?"

"No, I just don't have much to talk about I guess. A lot of things in my life have to stay private, whether I want them to or not."

"Okay, well we don't have to talk about modeling and stuff."

"You're quite funny Tav. That's the interesting part, that's what people always want to talk about."

He takes a sip of his coffee.

"Well, I don't care about all of that. I like knowing cool stuff about people, like their favorite color."

Astarion almost spits out his coffee with laughter.

"You're kidding? Like an elementary schooler? You're actually going to ask me what my favorite color is?"

You just nod, awaiting an answer.

"Fine. It's red, if you simply must know."

"Cool! See, was that so hard?"

He thinks to himself that yes, it was actually hard to believe someone wanted to know something so innocent and pointless about him, but he simply sighs.

"No, I suppose it wasn't."

The two of you walk and talk for a while, and you constantly wait for him to say he has somewhere else to be, but he stays. You wander aimlessly around campus for about an hour, wasting time away on silly questions about favorites, and eventually get on the topic of favorite book.

"That's too difficult for me. I read far too much for there to be only one answer to that question."

"Really? When do you ever have time to read?"

"Well, I have to read a lot for philosophy, and I often have issues sleeping. If I don't have time to actually sit down with a book I settle for audio books, but it's not the same."

He goes on talking for a while about his thesis project, something about morality stuff you don't fully understand, but you have this pang in your chest, a feeling that you could walk and talk to him for the entire day and feel as if you lost nothing. Astarion on the other hand, he's nervously waiting for you to tell him to stop talking, but he simply continues on, asking you about ethics dilemmas, the two of you laughing with each other for a very long time. In a split second, the smallest moment in time, he realizes someone is actually interested in him, as a person, and it takes every fiber of his being to push the feeling down so he doesn't tear up in front of you.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively - Yours (Finale)

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N:

When I orginally started this story in November 2022, I never thought I would get here, 101,100 words, 45 chapters and a story that has been a joy to write.  To those who have been with me from the beginning, thank you so much for your support. To those who climbed on board my crazy train, thank you for not jumping off.  

I now present to you the final chapter of “Yours, Submissively.” 

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Dreams

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Three Years Later… 

“James! Lucy! Get back here!” 

Belle chased after her children as they ran around the bridal suite. The giggles and shouts filled the room as the ring bearer and flower girl chased each other in their own game of tag.  Morgan itched to join but her mother was trying to fix her hair piece that had fallen out.  

“Whoa! What is going on here?” Steve stood in the doorway as his children froze.  

“Only took you five minutes after my text,” Belle complained with her hands on her hips.  

“Sorry, sweet pea, we were having a toast to Bucky.  How’s the bride?” 

“She needs a drink herself,” Ava piped in. Steve sucked in a breath.   

“Ava, you look beautiful. Bucky is a lucky man.” 

“Thanks Steve.” She blushed at her former boss’s compliment.   

Belle elbowed Steve and he grunted.  “You look gorgeous as always, sweet pea.”  He grinned, looking like a young man again.  

Belle giggled. Her children started up again, but Steve swooped and picked them up. “Jamie, Lucy, are you supposed to be running in your nice clothes?”  

“We want to get married already Papa!” Lucy wiggled in his arms.  

“And who do you think you are marrying Princess?” 

“Jamie, duh.”  Her three-year-old attitude shining through as Steve laughed. “Uncle Bucky gets to marry Auntie Ava. Morgan said that she gets to marry Uncle Peter when she’s bigger but I always want to be with Jamie, so I’ll marry him.”  

The beauty of logic for three-year-olds.  Steve sighed, put his children down and kneeled in front of his daughter.  “Princess, you don’t have to marry Jamie for him to be with you forever.  He’s your brother, he’ll always be there for you.”  

“Just like you Papa?” 

“Just like me.  Now, no more running around until after church, ok? If your Mama has to call me, there will be timeout and no cake.”  

She nodded with big eyes. Lucy was truly daddy’s princess, and she would always obey her father.  Her older brother, however, was his rebel and only really listened to his idol, Uncle Bucky. “Young man, Uncle Bucky told me to tell you that you better behave or no launch pad.” Steve was curious what the hell "launch pad" was but it was something that his son looked horrified to lose so he didn’t question it.  

‘No! Daddy, tell him I’m good.’ 

“Ok, you have to listen to Mama or else, James.”  His son grimaces but nods, understanding that losing his favorite game is worse.  Steve stand and finally takes in his wife, in a dusty rose ball gown, the tiny swell of her belly holding their third child showing. He walked over and grasped her face, tilting it towards him. “You do look amazing today, my love.”  He placed a gentle kiss on her lips.  

Belle could hear her son gagging over his father’s affection for his mother, a learned trait from his uncle no doubt.  “You look just as handsome amore.”  

Steve’s hand drifted down. “How’s my boy?” 

“Sleeping, I think. Still only flutters.”  She smiled.  They had just found out that they were having another boy, much to Lucy’s delight.  She wanted to be the only princess.  

“Good.  Ready to walk down the aisle again Mrs. Rogers?”  

“Only with you.”  

Watching his best friend marry his perfect girl was wonderful.  Belle continuously wiped at her eyes during the ceremony as matron of honor.  Steve watched his girl, knowing that her hormones definitely amplified her reaction, but it wasn’t out of character.  Once the minister declared Bucky and Ava husband and wife, he clapped hard, happy that his best friend found a home just like he did. As the newly married couple exited, Steve extended his arm to his wife.  “Mrs. Rogers.”  

“Mr. Rogers,” Belle smiled up at her husband as she took his arm.  They had a hand on each of their children and headed out for photos. Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of his wife.  Belle moved effortlessly while five months pregnant.  Of course, only carrying one was easier than the twins.  

“Stop staring, punk.  It’s my wedding day.”  Bucky stands next to Steve as he watches the girls take photos.  

“Like you don’t stare at Ava, jerk.”  

“That’s fair.  Who would have thought, 100 years later, that we would be here, married to the loves of our lives?”  

“After everything we have seen, we are just a couple of lucky bastards.” Steve slaps Bucky’s back.  “I’m proud of you Buck.”  

“Thanks pal. Never saw myself a married man but Ava, she’s my Angel.”  

“Just like Belle was mine.”  

The reception is beautiful, very light and sparkly, just like Ava.  Steve stood up to make his speech about Bucky.  

“As most of you know, I grew up with this jerk all those years ago.  He was bigger than me, always getting me out of scraps. He tried to save my ass during the war, telling me not to do anything stupid until he came back. Of course, I had to follow up because he took all of the stupid with him.” 

The crowd laughed and Steve cleared his throat. “Ava, I want you to know that I think you are completely nuts marrying this jerk.  But I also think you couldn’t find anyone who is more loyal, loving, amazing and just generally a good guy.  He has loved my family since before I knew I loved my wife and I know he will make you very happy.  With that said, Bucky, you break this amazing woman’s heart, and they will never find you.”  A roar of laughter and Steve raised his glass.  “To James and Ava, may your new life be as happy as mine.  To the bride and groom.”  

After Ava’s father spoke, Belle got up to the piano and sat, smiling at the couple.  “Bucky and Ava are so special to me and my family.  And when they asked me to sing for them, only one song came to mind. I love you guys.”  She started to play as Bucky and Ava stood up for their first dance.  

Heart beats fast  Colors and promises  How to be brave?  How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?  But watching you stand alone  All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow 

One step closer 

I have died every day waiting for you  Darling, don't be afraid  I have loved you for a thousand years  I'll love you for a thousand more 

Time stands still  Beauty in all she is  I will be brave  I will not let anything take away  What's standing in front of me  Every breath, every hour has come to this 

One step closer 

I have died every day waiting for you  Darling, don't be afraid  I have loved you for a thousand years  I'll love you for a thousand more 

And all along I believed I would find you  Time has brought your heart to me  I have loved you for a thousand years  I'll love you for a thousand more 

One step closer 

One step closer 

I have died every day waiting for you  Darling, don't be afraid  I have loved you for a thousand years  I'll love you for a thousand more 

And all along I believed I would find you  Time has brought your heart to me  I have loved you for a thousand years  I'll love you for a thousand more 

  Bucky and Ava finished their dance with a kiss and the crowd applauded as Steve helped Belle down to hug her brother and sister-in-law. “Love you guys.”  

As the wedding came to a close, Tony and Pepper walked over to take the twins with them to their cabin for the weekend.  Belle became teary for the idea of her babies leaving but Steve looped his arms around her.  “They will be ok.  Uncle Tony and Auntie Pep have it.”  

“I know. I’m sorry.” She wiped her eyes as the twins came over to give her a hug.  “Promise you will behave for your Uncle and Aunt.”  

“Yes mama,” Jamie answered.  

Steve kneeled in front of his son.  “You take care of your sister. ok?” 

Jamie nodded.  “Yes daddy.”  

“Good.”  He kissed his head and then hugged his princess. They watched them leave and Steve took his wife’s hand.  “All to myself, sweet pea.”  

“Yes sir.” Belle smirked as she watched Steve’s eyes darken slightly.  He pulled her to the elevator to get back to their room in the hotel.  As soon as the doors closed, Steve lifted Belle to his hips with a squeak, wrapping her legs around him, her back pressed against the wall.  

“You are a vixen, my love.”  He placed gentle kisses around her neck and collarbone.  Belle whines when he gently nipped at her skin.  “Hush, baby.”  

“Stevie,” she whispered.  

“I love it when you call me that.” The elevator pinged and the doors opened to their floor.  Steve carries his pregnant wife to their suite. He never lost stride, never lost his grip on his precious cargo. He opened their door and moved to their king sized bed.  He laid her down and began kissing every part of her body he could reach, eventually reaching up and pulling the zipper of her dress. He yanked the fabric away and moaned at the sight of his girl in just panties. “Jesus doll.”  

“Something you like Captain?” she purred and at that point Steve went feral. He tore his suit away, literally and was down to his boxers when he began to kiss Belle’s legs starting at her ankle. His kisses were feather light and driving Belle wild.  “Steve, please.”  

“You know what you have to say, princess.” Steve got closer to where she needed him, her hormones now in overdrive.  

“Wreck me sir. Take me to heaven.”  

In an instant, Steve ripped her panties away and drove his tongue into her warm heat.  She arched her back and cried out, his ministrations sending her head spinning.  He worked her body like he had known for the last five years. He could feel her building but holding back.  “Let go princess.  Let me drink you in.”  

She shook her head, wanting it to last.  Steve chuckled at her stubbornness.  “Ok then.”  He slipped his large digit in and hit her spot inside. Belle moaned and then screamed at Steve latched onto her clit, gently nibbling it.  She couldn’t stop the rush as she climaxed all over him, losing sight of her surroundings as the blood pumped behind her eyes.  

Steve slowed to let her come down before he pulled away to remove his boxers and he laid next to her, pulling her on top.  This was his favorite, where he could watch Belle lose herself on him. He placed her right over his rock-hard cock and guided himself in. They both moaned at the fullness, and Belle began to move her hips, her small bump sliding across Steve’s abs.  

“Oh, princess. So good, sweet pea, so fucking good.”  

“Stevie, I can’t,” as she began to slow.  

“Yes, you can because you’re my good girl, my baby mama.” He put his hands on her hips to help her. He could feel her being to grip him. “Always so warm and ready for me. Fuck Belle.”  

“Steve,” she moaned, “fuck Captain, please.”  She felt him grow harder and she knew he was almost there.  

“C’mon baby, one more time, let go for me. Cum all over me Isabella, make me yours.”  

“Mine, all mine!” He was thrusting his hips to hit her spot over and over and she was lost again as she clamped down on him.  

“Mine,” Steve grunted as he let go in her, filling her up again. Belle slumped forward and he caught her before she crushed her stomach and turned them, so she was on her side and he was still inside her. “So beautiful my Isabella.”  

“I love you,” she mumbled as exhaustion took over.  

“I love you more, my beautiful, sweet pea.”  

The next morning, Belle woke with Steve still sleeping next to her.  Five years later and she never got tired of seeing him asleep, looking younger and more at peace.  She quietly got up and went to the ensuite coffee maker, checking her phone.  She saw an email from her publicist.  She opened it and squealed loudly.  

Steve ran in a moment later in just his boxers.  “Baby, you ok?” 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby, but the New York Times has reviewed the restaurant!”  

A year after the twins were born, Belle wanted to pursue her dream of opening a restaurant. Steve and Tony wanted to invest and helped find the perfect spot for her.  But what was a hidden blessing was Ava wanting to be her partner.  Ava has restaurant management experience and was invested in Belle’s concept.  American fusion.  She took the recipes she knew and elevated.  After extensive testing (with Bucky being her taste tester, of course,) they had the final menu set and opened “Home Kitchen” just six months ago.  

“What did they say, sweet pea?” 

“Three stars, Stevie, he gave me three stars. Oh my god!” Steve picked her up and swung her around.  

“I knew it baby.  I knew you would be great!” 

“I can’t believe it.” She read the review, raving about the simplicity of her menu but the sophistication of it made it other-worldly. He labeled it the “must eat” restaurant in Manhattan. “Steve, he’s raving about it. I gotta tell Ava.”  

“Ava is probably a bit busy at the moment love.” He sat them on the couch, with his girl on his lap and caressed her bump. “How’s my son?” 

“He’s moving around. Excited for his momma.  He’s...” she went still.  

“Belle?” She grabbed his hand and moved it to one side.  And he felt it, a movement against his hand.  He smiled. “Hello son.” He tracked his movements until he calmed.  

She watched the wonder on his face. “Do you regret it?” 

“Regret what love?” 

“Giving up the shield. Just being Steve Rogers and not Captain America?” 

After Belle’s near death from the birth of the twins, she had told him about her dream with her father.  And while Steve didn’t believe in ghosts, he did believe that family would visit when they needed to tell their loved ones a message.  He had seen his Ma a couple of times, so he had no doubt Phil had visited her. Phil’s instructions were clear; Steve needed to be with his family but holding onto the shield would stop him from that.  

Sam was surprised when Steve handed the shield to him.  He assumed that Bucky would be the next, but Steve knew, his best friend was done with the fight, especially when he had proposed to Ava.  Sam and Nat were still ok with going on missions when needed.  Sam was the obvious choice.  And Steve felt at peace, knowing the world was in safe hands.  

“My only regret is not kissing you more often and I would regret not watching our family grow.  You and the kids are my whole world.” He kissed her softly. “I am devoted to you Isabella Maria Rogers.”  

“And I am submissively yours Steven Grant Rogers.”  

He looked into her beautiful violet eyes.  

“Mine.”  

She looked back into his ocean blues. 

“Yours.”  

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[dragon-queen21]

More Agere Crossover Shenanigans (Feat. Alolan Raichu) Because Why Not

When you’re sitting in bed and then the ideas come straight to you at 1 in the morning, so now you gotta talk about Alolan Raichu because no one has uttered a peep about it because it’s always “Alolan Vulpix” this and “Alolan Sandshrew” that, but no one ever talks about the freaking pancake giver for some reason AND THIS INJUSTICE SHALL BE RECTIFIED!

In case anyone couldn’t tell, Alolan Raichu is my favorite Alolan variant because I would have a good excuse to ever evolve a Pichu (my favorite Pokemon) all the way into a Raichu, as it’s everything I believe the OG Raichu should have been. The fact that no one brings up this absolute gem often is a shame because it’s a literal surfing pokemon before the gold surfer mascot ripoff existed and also, HELLO, IT SERVES AND MAKES PANCAKES, HOW IS IT NOT POTENTIAL CAREGIVER CODED?!

Also, yay, more long rambling about stuff, I’m about to pull an all nighter for this ;W;

Caregiver Alolan Raichu with Regressed Inosuke

Alolan Raichu: *keeps having to make more pancakes* How much does this boy eat? I can’t keep having to make him pancakes!

Zenitsu: Believe me, I stopped asking ages ago.

Tanjiro: Umm… How much batter do you have left?

Alolan Raichu: …Why?

Inosuke: *wailing for more food elsewhere in the house*

Alolan Raichu: *facepalm* God dammit.

Caretaker Alolan Raichu with Pichu and Regressed Nezuko

Pichu: *being used as a stuffie currently* How long is she gonna hold me?

Nezuko: *holding the Pichu because she’s getting a shot from Shinobu* 🥺

Alolan Raichu: Uh, how long is she gonna be crying for after this?

Shinobu: Give or take, I’d say about 10 minutes.

Pichu: TEN MINUTES?!

*it went downhill quickly because Pichu started to freak out, and it wasn’t even getting a shot*

Caretaker Kyojuro with Regressed Tanjiro

Kyojuro: *is starting to lose his patience because Tanjiro skipped a sleep and it’s starting to get to him*

Tanjiro: *currently having a meltdown*

Kyojuro: If this child breaks something in the next five seconds-

Tanjiro: *throws a lightbulb at Kyojuro*

Kyojuro: 💢 Okay, THAT’S IT! Corner now, Tanjiro, you’re in huge trouble!

Tanjiro: *freaks out and starts running away*

Kyojuro: *runs after him*

Tanjiro: *dumps Legos on the floor to stall Kyojuro before running off again*

Kyojuro: *steps on the Legos* OW! 😡 KAMADOOOOO! *runs after him again*

*after a few minutes of the goose chase, Tanjiro slips up and runs into a corner, where Kyojuro finally gets him*

Kyojuro: *grabs Tanjiro before carrying him off to timeout* Alright, I think we need you to have a think about why you don’t throw things at people.

Tanjiro: *wailing as he’s being put in timeout*

*20 minutes later…*

Kyojuro: *comes back to get Tanjiro* Okay, timeout is over, you can get up now.

Tanjiro: Σ OロO *scoots away from Kyojuro*

Kyojuro: Come on, you don’t have to stay there anymore. *attempts to get closer*

Tanjiro: Σ（ﾟдﾟlll）*scoots further away* Nuuuuuu!

Kyojuro: Kid, timeout’s over, you’re free to go.

Tanjiro: 🥺 *starts wailing again*

Kyojuro: Come on, what is it this time? Why the tears, ember?

Tanjiro: *hic* K-Kyo like Shinjuro… *hic* He yell like him at me… That mean Kyo no like me anymore…! *wailing*

Kyojuro: *realizes the horrific implication of how he lost his temper on Tanjiro* 😨 Kid, no, I don’t hate you!

Tanjiro: Th-Then why you yell?

Kyojuro: I- … *sighs* I really shouldn’t have. But I did.

Tanjiro: An’ dat mean you Shinjuro…!

Kyojuro: No, no, it doesn’t mean I’m like him. I’m nothing like my father, Kamado.

Tanjiro: *doesn’t believe Kyojuro*

Kyojuro: *starting to feel guilty for yelling at Tanjiro earlier* Look, I know I don’t normally yell at you like that, and I should be better at handling this ‘cause it’s you. I… *sits down next to Tanjiro* I don’t know what went wrong today, I don’t normally lose it like this…

Tanjiro: So… Why Kyo yell like Shinjuro…?

Kyojuro: *lifts up his bangs to show a scar he got from Tanjiro throwing a lightbulb at him* This is why. It was from the lightbulb.

Tanjiro: 😨

Kyojuro: I-I got mad because it hurt, and you don’t throw things at others whenever you get upset, and I should’ve told you that first, but I- *groans* No amount of excuses make up for yelling at you today…

Tanjiro: …

Kyojuro: …I’m sorry, my ember. You know I wouldn’t want to hurt you on purpose. Just because I yelled at you doesn’t mean I hate you… It… *starts having tears form* It means that I… *deep exhale* How can I say that I still love you when that’s the opposite of that?

Tanjiro: *slowly crawls over to Kyojuro* What do you mean?

Kyojuro: No big brother should be yelling like that to their younger siblings… especially not to their kid brothers… And not like this…! *starts crying* I still hurt you, no matter what my intentions were… and you’re scared of me for it…!

Tanjiro: Kyo… I… *hugs Kyojuro* I’m sorry… I shouldn’t say Kyo like Shin… You nothing like him, not at all…! I hurt you saying dat…! I hurt Aniki by calling him awful…! *starts crying again*

Kyojuro: *hugs Tanjiro back* Kamado, I’m so sorry I made you think I was like my father… I don’t want to turn out like he is now. Especially when I still want to care for you, my little ember. *sniff* You know I love you. But sometimes… we have to do things that don’t make us happy. Like how I had to put you in timeout earlier because you threw that lightbulb at me. It doesn’t mean I love you any less than now. Do you get what I’m saying?

Tanjiro: *nods*

Kyojuro: I’ll forgive you for doing that if you can forgive me for upsetting you, okay?

Tanjiro: *nods again* I forgive Aniki… Don’t like seeing him cry… It break my heart…

Kyojuro: I forgive you too, Kamado. I don’t like seeing you upset like this either. *picks up Tanjiro and starts carrying him to the living room* Wanna lay down with me for a bit?

Tanjiro: *nods*

Caretakers Hu Tao & Tengen with Regressed Gyomei & Zhongli

Aether: Which story did you two tell them about this time?

Hu Tao: I swear, every time I get to the part about rocks, he starts crying for some reason because he thinks the rocks get hurt! And then the other guy started to cry for the same exact reason!

Tengen: How the hell do rocks even have feelings?

Hu Tao: You tell me! I don’t know geology!

Gyomei: *in the background weeping softly again*

Hu Tao: Why does he cry for everything?!

Tengen: It’s Gyomei, we don’t ask him that because it’s rude and he’ll start crying again. Why does your grandpa dragon baby cry over something that isn’t alive every time you bring it up falling from a mountain?

Hu Tao: Hey, you do not talk about the Geo Archon like that, dingus steak!

Tengen: And you don’t talk about the Stone Hashira like that, you Palworld Flame Drifloon!

Hu Tao: I AM NOTHING LIKE THAT NFT 🤬 NINTENDO RIPOFF! (She threw a cuss word in the sentence, which got censored)

Aether: *groans* Do I need to get the adeptus to handle this?

Hu Tao & Tengen: 😳 No, sir!

Caretaker Alolan Raichu & Kamaboko Squad with Regressed Hashira

(I delegated the Kamaboko Squad to include Aoi because there was no way she was getting left out of this; they have 7 members total in my headcanon, so take that as you will)

Aoi: Okay, Tanjiro has Giyu, Zenitsu, you get Tengen, Inosuke gets Obanai because he can check for poison, Genya gets Sanemi because he refuses to eat anyone else’s cooking besides mine, Kanao gets Shinobu, Nezuko gets… *looks over the list* Uhhhh…

Genya: What now, lady?!

Aoi: We have a problem. *pulls up her staff list* If I assign Nezuko to Kyojuro, Mitsuri, Muichiro, or Gyomei, there’ll be an issue. Mitsuri and Kyojuro have huge appetites, and Nezuko’s not equipped for that. Muichiro may get distracted again and distract Nezuko on accident while attempting his breakfast. And Gyomei’s not too keen on having her near because he’s still getting used to having kids be near him again, and I don’t think I want to push it.

Nezuko: I’m not that young, Aoi!

Aoi: And he’s 7’2, he’s gonna think it’s a kid he’s talking to, and the only three of us that can handle him are myself, Tanjiro, or Genya. But if I have you swap out with Tanjiro, then Tanjiro’s stuck having to either do Kyojuro or Tengen, and Tengen specifically wanted Zenitsu today because he had Inosuke mess up his order last time!

Inosuke: It was just dirt, woman!

Aoi: And that’s the problem!

Alolan Raichu: *floats in* Hey, guys, what’s going on?

Tanjiro: Aoi promised the Hashira a breakfast banquet today, and she’s trying to figure out who to assign which of us to.

Alolan Raichu: Can I see that list?

Aoi: *hands the Raichu the list*

Alolan Raichu: *looking over the list* About half of this is gonna go wrong because the wrong people are serving the wrong Hashira.

Aoi: WHAT?! Nonononononononono- What did I do wrong?!

Alolan Raichu: Don’t worry, I can fix this for you. Giyu can be served by either Tanjiro or Nezuko since they know his favorite dish better than the rest of you. Whichever one gets Giyu has the other get Kyojuro. That’s one scenario that could work, but that leaves the rest as subpar options to serve the other 7 Hashira. Ideally, both Nezuko and Tanjiro can serve almost all of them, but you have to put into account what they also dislike. For instance, Tanjiro, what’s your preference, Obanai or Sanemi?

Tanjiro: Uh… Obanai because he doesn’t hate me as much?

Alolan Raichu: Right, Nezuko, what about you?

Nezuko: Um… Sanemi because I don’t trust Obanai all that much.

Alolan Raichu: *pulls up chalkboard to show a diagram* See, if we had to put people to serve someone they ideally would avoid, based on picking the lesser of the poisons, Tanjiro would rather get Obanai despite the latter hating him just for talking to Mitsuri because he and Sanemi are a 75/25% chance ratio to getting into a fight or leaving it be for now. Meanwhile, since Nezuko doesn’t like Obanai, she’d rather get Sanemi in this case instead.

Zenitsu: How in the world did you come up with that?

Alolan Raichu: I got 25 baby Pokemon that I watch back at home, four of them play in a fighting game tournament. What do you think?

Kanao: So… who gets who?

Alolan Raichu: Do any of you object to me getting two of the Hashira and y’all get one?

*Later…*

Kyojuro: *decided to eat off the floor because the table didn’t feel right to him for some reason (don’t ask how that happened)*

Alolan Raichu: Kyojuro, for the last time, someone will step on the pancakes if you eat it in the pathway.

Kyojuro: *confused full mouth noises*

Alolan Raichu: *moves the plate onto the seat* See? Now you can eat on the floor and no one will step on your food!

Obanai: *accidentally stepped on Mitsuri’s food and is crying*

Mitsuri: *more concerned that Obanai is crying rather than her food being stepped on*

Alolan Raichu: …Like that. 😓

Kyojuro: Oh… *noms the pancakes*

Alolan Raichu: It’s okay, guys, I’ll fix it for you! *yells to Genya* GENYA, GET THE FIRST AID KIT! KANAO IS BUSY WITH SHINOBU!

Gyomei: *sleeping on the floor because he got bored*

Aoi: I had people wake up early for this…

Alolan Raichu: It could be worse! Inosuke could’ve put dirt in the oatmeal because Sanemi said no earlier.

Alolan Raichu with Regressed Tengen (Feat. Unhelpful Itto)

Itto: Oh, come on! It’s not like it’ll kill us!

Alolan Raichu: *dragging Itto away from the bag of dog food* Just because you think the idea is good doesn’t mean you should act upon it! Now I see why Rengoku asked for my help with Tengen today.

Tengen: *watching Miira no Kaikata again*

Alolan Raichu: Tengen, spit that out please!

Tengen: *spits out the dog food*

Believe me, I wish I could save some of this as a copy because it’s all fanfic ideas and I have not the capacity to keep them all straight, tell me how you like them, May! *collapses because I stayed away to write this out, HELP*

Okay but at least this was a new idea, try finally getting an idea to solve that ONE plot hole only to forget about it come morning. Truly I feel your pain. Also currently answering this while I make mac and cheese, whoo multitasking >:3 here’s to hoping the pot doesn’t over boil

~Alolan Raichu??? Nah nah nah, ✨ freaking pancake giver ✨

~Just wait for a baby Mitsuri if you think Inosuke can eat a lot XD

~Wait that’s so cute 🥺 Let Nezuko cuddle with the Pichu shots are very scary. A cuddle buddy is a must

~Oh gosh. Tanjiro’s me. Just. Yeah. Overtired and over emotional. And then saying that Rengoku is like his father. Ouch. Low blow little guy.

~Bdjsbjsbj oh my gosh not Zhongli and Gyomei crying over a fictional story. Aether is so done with this crap. They are asking the wrong questions. Why does Hu Tao keep telling stories with rocks getting hurt in them at all??? We all know Hu Tao will not learn her lesson and do the exact same thing again

~But also Gyomei and Zhonngli, them being small together is such a cute idea. It just fits. :3

~Breakfast equals chaos and you know what? Rengoku is very right about eating while sitting on the floor. I do that all the time lol.

~Itto with the motto of, everything is eatable if you try hard enough >:3

~Jdbskn XD at this rate anime is going to be banned from anyone who’s regressed.

I enjoyed these very much! 20 outta 10 for the sillies :D Sorry for such a late response my life has been hectic to say the least and my brain would not cooperate in coming up with responses even though I wanted to 😭

[pttwice]

may I request a baby SMC reqressing while on the tour bus with the group in America and fighting like siblings do and CG MiSaMo needs to scold them and put them in timeout

hi hi :) i know that little SMC would all be such troublemakers. they'd be so sweet but a handful when they're all regressed at the same time

timeout

|| little!dahyun, little!chaeyoung, little!tzuyu, cg!mina, cg!sana, cg!momo ||

"Mama, wanna watch movie." Chaeyoung leaned over in her seat and laid her head down in Momo's lap. She used her best puppy dog eyes on the older girl. Momo tried not to look down, but it was just too hard to resist a little Chaeng in her lap. Momo sighed and nodded. She pulled her iPad out of her backpack and pulled up Disney+.

"If you watch a movie now, then no iPad when we get to the hotel, okay? Straight to bath and then bed." Momo held her tablet above Chaeyoung who huffed but nodded, holding her hands out.

Once Chaeyoung leaned back in her seat to pick a movie, Sana pulled a headphone out, turning to look at Momo.

"What's that look for?" Momo squinted her eyes a bit, knowing fully well why Sana was looking at her like she had just made a huge mistake.

"You know that giving them your iPad was a terrible choice, right?" Mina chimed in from her seat beside Jeongyeon. She paused the YouTube video she was watching and Momo just playfully rolled her eyes.

"What was I supposed to do? If I didn't give her my iPad, then she was just going to keep looking at me like that. You two can't say no to that face either!"

Sana just sighed and shook her head, putting her headphone back in. "You're dealing with this if they get out of control."

//

Chaeyoung held Momo's iPad in her lap, scrolling through all the movies on Disney+. She had seen most of them at least twice, but there were a few she always went back to no matter how many there were she hadn't seen.

Dahyun and Tzuyu leaned against Chaeyoung's shoulders and watched as Chaeyoung endlessly scrolled. There were a few movies they each liked, but they knew that Chaeyoung wouldn't want to pick the ones they wanted.

"Doggies! Doggies!" Tzuyu got excited and pointed to 101 Dalmatians, but Chaeyoung just shook her head and scrolled past it.

"We watched dat yesterday, Tzu."

Tzuyu pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. Just because they watched it yesterday, that didn't mean they couldn't watch it again today.

"Oooh Pooh!" Dahyun excitedly pointed out The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, but Chaeyoung shook her head again and continued her search.

"No. Pooh too boring."

Dahyun just glared at her little sister and groaned. "You never wanna watch what we wanna watch, Chaeng."

Chaeyoung just shrugged her shoulders in indifference. After a few more rows of movies, she finally picked one she knew she'd never get tired of watching. "Cindewella!" She excitedly shouted the name out and bounced a little in her seat.

Dahyun and Tzuyu looked at each other and shook their heads. They had seen Cinderella with Chaeyoung and without her at least a bajillion times. They liked the movie enough, but with the amount of times they'd each seen it, it had gotten boring. There were so many more movies that were so much more fun!

//

Tzuyu only watched Cinderella for about five minutes before she got tired of it. She tried to exit out of the movie to try and force Chaeyoung to watch something else, but this only frustrated her older sister.

"No, Tzu! Wanna watch Cindewella!" Chaeyoung pulled the iPad away from Tzuyu, turning so her back was facing the youngest. Dahyun frowned at the action and tried to pull the iPad out of Chaeyoung's hand.

"Ya! You have to share!" Dahyun tugged at the iPad, accidentally changing the language to French from how she was grabbing it.

"Hyun! Stop!" Chaeyoung was more than frustrated now. She just wanted to watch her movie, but now she couldn't even understand what they were saying and she didn't know how to change the settings.

"Don' wanna watch!" Tzuyu started to pull on Chaeyoung's shirt, trying to get the older girl to turn around. She didn't even care about what movie they watched at this point as long as it wasn't Cinderella. She had seen it too many times and she was tired of Chaeyoung always picking the movies they watched.

//

Most of the girls had fallen asleep. The ride to the hotel was fairly long so they had more than enough time to catch up on sleep.

Mina, Sana, and Momo were fast asleep. They were enjoying the rare time to rest and relax before they had to get ready for the concert tomorrow.

As soon as the littles started to argue, Sana's eyes shot open. She pulled one of her headphones out and groaned. She threw her head against the back of her seat and rubbed her eyes. She did not want to be dealing with this right now. Especially not by herself.

"Ya you gotta deal with them." Sana smacked Momo on the arm a few times, successfully waking the older girl up. Momo groaned and opened one eye. She didn't know what Sana was talking about until she heard Chaeyoung's all too familiar whines.

"Why do I have to deal with them?" Momo rubbed her hands over her face and sat up a bit.

"You're the one who gave them the iPad in the first place!" Sana laughed in disbelief as she turned her body towards Momo. At this, Momo just gave her a guilty smile.

"Oh. Right." Momo sighed and threw her blanket off. She got up and stood beside Dahyun's seat. The three littles were too invested in arguing with each other that they didn't even realize that Momo had gotten up.

"I wanna watch Cindewella!" Chaeyoung was full on yelling at this point and Momo was afraid it was going to wake the rest of the sleeping members up or at least annoy the crap out of them.

"No! Tzu doesn't want to and we-"

"Ya! Why are you three yelling? I didn't give you the iPad just so you could fight over it."

They finally noticed Momo standing over them, three heads turning to look at their mama all at once. There was perfectly beautiful silence for about five seconds until all three of them decided to start talking all at once.

"What-hold on. I can't understand a single thing any of you are trying to tell me." Momo sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was in no way equipped to deal with three screaming littles, especially not when she had just woken up.

//

Sana turned around once they all started talking over each other and rolled her eyes. She got up and stood beside Momo, her hands on her hips. Her usually sweet and happy face was extremely annoyed.

"Hey! Please. One at a time. We can't figure out what's going on unless you go one at a time."

Dahyun grumbled but stopped talking. She crossed her arms and just pointed to Chaeyoung and then the iPad. Chaeyoung wasn't much help either as she just mocked what Dahyun was doing. Tzuyu... well, Tzuyu was just pouting. She turned so her face was against the window, eyes closed as she mumbled to herself.

"Okay, one at a time doesn't mean saying nothing. Chaengie did you share the iPad?" Sana sighed, trying a lighter approach to see if they would respond any better, but this just caused them to all start talking again even louder.

At this point, most of the bus was woken up, including Mina. The littles we well as Momo and Sana didn't notice as Mina sat up, turning to the noise that had drawn her away from her peaceful sleep. She stretched and got up, taking her headphones out before setting everything on her seat.

By the time the littles had finally gone quiet, Momo and Sana thought they had just gotten tired of talking over each other. They turned and high-fived each other, immediately jumping once they saw Mina standing behind them. The look the girl had on her face was far from pleasant as she stood there, arms crossed.

"You three. One, you're going to give me the iPad." Mina held her hand out and Chaeyoung gave it to Mina with a slightly shaky hand. "Two, you're going to stop arguing and apologize to each other and the rest of the bus." Mina waited until they said sorry to each other and everyone else. "Three, you're going to sit away from each other. No phones, no iPads, nothing. You're going to sit there and think about the commotion you just caused until we get to the hotel. Once we get to the hotel, you're taking a bath and going straight to bed. Understand?"

It wasn't often that Mina got upset, but when she did, it was scary. She didn't raise her voice, but her tone was so stern and commanding that it even struck fear into Sana and Momo who silently stood beside each other.

The littles grumbled but didn't dare do or say anything as they sat far away from each other. Dahyun sat at the front of the bus, Chaeyoung in the middle, and Tzuyu in the back beside Jeongyeon who had somehow stayed asleep through it all.

//

Once peace had been restored and the littles were in timeout, the three caregivers sat back down. Sana leaned over to Momo and whispered, "Remind me to never make Mina mad."

Momo just looked at Sana and nodded in agreement. Although she was scary, they couldn't deny that she got the job done. By the time the bus made it to the hotel, the littles had apologized to each other again and were happy enough to take a bath and go to sleep.

Too exhausted to continue their fighting at the hotel — too scared of Mina getting angry again as well — they all ended up wrapped up in each other, somehow squeezed into one bed.

[aidensteddybear]

Hello mutual.

I have come to request a fic with Regressor Noah and CG Alejandro where Noah is purposely trying to make Alejandro frustrated.

Please and thank you.

Regressor! Noah w/ Caregiver! Alejandro

“Papa? Papa? Papaaa?!” Noah whined as he tugged on Alejandro’s shirt to get his attention. Alejandro sighed and continued to pick up Noah’s toys, since the boy had dumped out his entire toy basket for no apparent reason.

“What do you need, Noah?” Alejandro questioned. “I want a snack..and juice!” Noah responded. “Alright, just wait a minute. I need to finish cleaning up your toys.” Noah whined again, now slightly stomping his feet against the ground.

“I want it now..” He grumbled. “Noah-” Alejandro was interrupted. “Now, Papa! Now!” Noah demanded, pulling on Alejandro’s shirt aggressively.

Noah rarely acted like this, but when he did, Alejandro always knew it was to get a rise out of him. He wasn’t really sure why Noah would want to make him angry, but it seems that’s what he wanted today.

“If I go make your snack now, will you clean up this mess?” Alejandro asked. His tone sounded a bit angry. Noah nodded, very much so lying, but Alejandro trusted him. Well, he at least wanted to, so he decided to try and trust him.

While Alejandro went to make his snack, Noah dumped the entire toy basket out again and put them all around the living room, making it much harder for Alejandro to clean since it wasn’t in one area.

Once Alejandro got back out into the living room, he took a long, deep breath, before angrily setting down Noah’s snack on the coffee table.

“Noah, take your snack and go sit in timeout.” Alejandro said. Noah, once again, whined and threw his arms down.

“I don’t wanna go to timeout!” He yelled. “Noah, take your snack and for sit in timeout. Now.” Alejandro repeated, his voice even more stern than last time.

Noah huffed and pouted as he went to get his snack, which he stared at for a few seconds, before his whining started right back up.

“I don’t want this!” Noah told Alejandro. “I’m not making you another snack until I get your mess cleaned up. So you can either eat that or wait a few minutes.”

Of course, Noah wasn’t a fan of this answer. So, he took the bowl of crackers he had in his hands, and threw it against the wall. Noah then just sat down in the middle of the floor with his arms crossed, but he was only there for a few seconds, since Alejandro went over to him and picked him up.

“I’ve had it, Noah! All day, you’ve been nothing but trouble!” Alejandro spoke loudly and angrily as he carried Noah to the bedroom.

“You can sit right here, in this corner until I come and get you. Understood?” Alejandro sat Noah down in the farthest corner of the room. The boy looked up at him, his eyes teary. Alejandro of course felt bad, but still. He wasn’t going to let Noah get away with being bad.

“Are you going to sit here and stay?” Noah sniffled, but nodded and turned his head towards the corner. “Alright. I’ll get you in a bit.” Alejandro spoke, before leaving the room.

He went back out into the living room and got everything cleaned up. That took about fifteen minutes, so Alejandro sat down on the couch to calm down for an extra five minutes. He did regret yelling at Noah. He knew he shouldn’t have done that. Alejandro just needed to be a lot less upset before he went to talk to Noah.

Once he had finally calmed down enough, Alejandro got up and went to the bedroom. When he arrived, he saw Noah still sitting in the corner while fidgeting with his fingers.

“Noah? Times up-” Alejandro could barely finish his sentence, before Noah had come running over to him and hugged him tightly.

“Papa, I’m sorry!” Noah cried, while Alejandro rubbed his back. “Baby, I forgive you. I just want to know why you’ve been behaving like that.” Alejandro spoke softly.

“I don’t..I dunno know..” Noah muttered, a small cry immediately leaving him right after. “I’m sorry..” He sniffled. Alejandro picked Noah up and held him closely.

“It’s okay, buddy. How about we just try to behave a little better, yeah?” Noah nodded. “Good. And I’m very sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn’t have done that.” Alejandro apologized. “It’s okay..” Noah mumbled.

Alejandro smiled a bit and gave Noah a kiss on the cheek.

“How about I go get you something to eat and drink? Would that make you feel better?” Alejandro offered. “Mhm…please..” Noah responded, rubbing the tears out of his eyes.

“Sounds good, baby. Let’s go.”

[nohoney]

sweetness I hope you’ve had a wonderful week mwah mwah! I was thinking about that one drabble that you wrote of us!dabi and us!keigo continuously cheating on us!yn and I was wondering if we could please get a bit of an angst drabble (I have departed from the smut/fluff train and I am now boarding the angst one)

hi darling! i hope you’ve been well and taking care of yourself! i’ve pretty much wrapped up that little cheating drabble timeline but i definitely will not deny you us series angst (´ ω `♡)

warnings: angsty-ish, touya carries reader briefly, like a sort of make up but also not?

Right now, all three of you are in a department store looking at dinnerware.

“Does it really matter what kind I get? We just need something to eat on." Touya sighs as his eyes gloss over the different styles, sizes, and shapes of plates that are presented on a shelf. Getting something new didn't necessitate that he needed to get anything fancy or flashy. All plates are there for the same purpose; to just put food on it and then eat off of.

Keigo looks over a set of five blue plates and compares it to a set of six that are in the color black. "You know that we're replacing more than just things to eat off of. What about the bowls and the cups too?" he points out.

"God, who cares?" Touya huffs out and he gestures vaguely to the entire shelf, "Let's just buy whatever we need to replace and get going. I do not care what they look like. It's not like it will be expensive for me anyway."

You stand off to the side and keep to yourself. The boys just talk only to each other while you are simply just there with them. They are not exactly ignoring you but you're not apart of the conversation either. In fact they wouldn't be here talking of dinner plates and fruit bowls if it weren't for you.

They wouldn't be here if it weren't for the tantrum you threw yesterday.

It's embarrassing when your anger gets the best of you and you become destructive. You can't even remember what had made you upset again just like many other fights before. Just another meaningless argument with your blue eyed boyfriend where he said that you were being dramatic again. He had angrily cursed and decided to step out.

When he had returned probably no more than ten minutes later, he came back to you having emptied out the cupboard of all the dinnerware. Broken ceramic pieces were shattered on the floor. Barely anything survived your rampage.

You stood on the opposite side of the kitchen, the only clear space with no broken pieces and chips of ceramic was only where you stood. With all the little sharp bits and pieces lay before you, the only option to be able to get out would have been to crawl up onto the countertop.

Touya had pulled on his boots only to be able to step over all the broken ceramic to retrieve you, putting you over his shoulder and carrying you off to the bedroom where you were essentially put on timeout.

While you cried into a pillow, he swept up everything into a trash bag and cleaned up after the mess you made. Even in your attempt to apologize, Touya didn't want to hear you speak and he went to bed with his back to you.

So now here you are, simply watching as Keigo tries to put thought into selecting dinnerware and Touya not wanting to put in any whatsoever. Your eyes drift over to the opposite end of shelves where where there are sets of mugs as well as individual ones as well. A white mug with pink clouds painted on it catches your attention. There's other designs and sizes with flowers or cats or some cheesy quote in funky lettering that are there for sale too.

"Stoneware would be good, yeah?" Keigo's voice break away your attention and you look back to see him holding a set in his arms. "It even comes with the bowls and mugs. Isn't that great?"

Touya doesn't have a comment and you just mumble a quiet 'yeah'.

The three of you move out the aisle to head to the checkout. You remain silent waiting in the long line and looking again at the rows set up along the checkout line for any last minute purchases. Again you happen upon the same mug that you saw in the aisle and your gaze lingers on it.

Before you can even react, Touya's reaching for the exact mug you're staring at it and holds it in his hand. "Quit staring at it like that, I'm gonna buy it." he states without looking at you and just keeps his gaze forward. You try to tell him it's fine and that you didn't really want it but Keigo's foot nudges against yours.

You stay silent and guess that maybe this might be Touya's way of also trying to move on from your tantrum.

The white mug with pink clouds sits on the countertop as you unbox the dinnerware set. It's heavier than you'd expected it to be and Keigo had chosen a pleasing color palette. Four plates, four bowls, and four mugs to replace the set he had before in the cupboard. You push aside the box so that it's out of your way, unknowing that it actually pushes and tips the white mug over the edge of the countertop. From the corner of your eye, you barely catch a glance as it falls and don't react quick enough to even attempt to catch it.

It smashes into little shards and big bits.

"Baby? You okay?" Keigo looked up from the book he was reading and comes to your side. He gives you a consoling little 'oh' when he looks at the mess by your feet. "It's okay, I'll clean it up."

You're sitting on the kitchen countertop as Touya emerges from the shower with a towel around his neck. He's drying his hair and he asks if he actually heard something break or if he was just imagining it. Keigo sweeps the broken mug into a dustpan and makes sure to sweep the broom in the little corners that stray pieces may have fallen to. It's disappointing that he had gone out of his way to buy it for you only for it to break the same day.

Touya offers no words though, just waiting patiently until Keigo finishes cleaning the mess and the dustpan is emptied into the garbage.

"'M sorry Touya." you tell him as he helps you off the countertop. He only offers the small gesture of rubbing your back and doesn't say anything.

It feels a little cruel almost that the gift he had given you to try to move on ended up being broken by your own actions. So you have to figure that this is karma for what you had done. You walk out of the kitchen only to step on something sharp. "Ow!"

"Aw man, must have missed one! C'mere dove, let me see and make sure it's not too bad."

Now it felt like a punishment.

[foxes-that-run]

Exile

Exile is one of three tracks written with William Bowery in March - July 2020. It was produced by Jack and Aaron, a production credit for Joe Alwyn was added in April 2021. Like Woman, it relates to the events of the 2015 BBMA's which started a Haylor timeout.

To WFPK Taylor said: (I can't find the Exile audio, but the Coney Island part is here where she also says two ships in the night)

“I imagined that the miscommunications ended the relationship. They led to sort of the demise of this love affair, and now these two people are seeing each other out for the first time, and they keep miscommunicating with each other. They can’t quite get on the same page, they never were able to, and even in their end, even after they’ve broken up, they’re still not hearing each other. So we imagined the beginning would be his side of the story, the second verse her side of the story, and the end would be the story of them talking over each other and not hearing each other. We’re really stoked about how it turned out because it really does seem to be about the tragedy of two people…two ships passing in the night.”

This also is similar to how I hear 'The 1, Cardigan & Exile', as one conversation with an ex after time has passed

Lyrics

[Justin Vernon] I can see you standing, honey With his arms around your body Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all And it took you five whole minutes To pack us up and leave me with it Holdin' all this love out here in the hall

Arms/body: in Woman Harry sings a similar line about the same event "I hope you can see, the shape that I'm in / While he's touching your skin / He's right where I should, where I should be"

The reference to quickly moving on is that Harry did not seem to it coming. On the Red carpet he smiles when he sees her and he cuts the 1D interview off so they can talk to Taylor. In the 3 months before had posted the overgrown winding wheel and written Walking in the Wind, they were not together but friendly.

'Holdin' all this love in the hall' refers to the many mentions of hallways in Haylor songs.

[Justin Vernon] I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town Now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before

The film metaphor is also in The 1, where 'the greatest films were never made'. Here, it refers to Harry leaving early, which he did, he went back to LA and didn't stay for After parties where the rest of the Band was pictured with Taylor, CH and Ed.

Being each others Home is a Haylor theme.'

'I think I've seen this film before' refers to the on/off cyclical nature of the relationship, such as in Out of the Woods " We were built to fall apart/ Then fall back together (back together). HYGTG "Broke your heart, I'll put it back together / I would wait for ever and ever (I want you for ever and ever)" and Suburban Legends " When you told me we'd get back together / And you kissed me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever"

But they are leaving at the side door to break the cycle, as they both did at the BBMA's, Taylor with PDA and Harry by leaving early for LA.

[Taylor] I can see you starin', honey Like he's just your understudy Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury

I love the lyric 'staring like he's your understudy', it perfectly captures how I imagine HS views TS's relationships, and in fact why the thought that wasn't an understudy in Falling hit hard.

The knuckles bloody - Harry turned to leave the stage his fist was clenched (I'm sure from tension). In Woman he sang "While he's touching your skin / This thing upon me, howls like a beast"

Second, third and hundredth chances refers to being on/off again.

'Balancing on breaking branches' calls back the Out of the Woods Music Video where Taylor was running through the woods and caught in branches

I'm not your problem anymore So who am I offending now? You were my crown Now I'm in exile, seein' you out

Not your problem anymore' and those eyes add insult to injury refer to jealousy after not feeling TS got what she was looking for (as in Say don't go), in Woman Harry also says this, and miscommunication "I'm selfish, I know / But I don't ever want to see you with him / I'm selfish, I know / I told you, but I know you never listen"

You were my crown, means her greatest treasure, or homeland. Or in Slut: "What if all I need is you"

[both] So step right out, there is no amount Of crying I can do for you All this time We always walked a very thin line You didn't even hear me out (you didn't even hear me out) You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) All this time I never learned to read your mind (never learned to read my mind) I couldn't turn things around (you never turned things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) So many signs, so many signs You didn't even see the signs

The thin line refers to Harry's Fine Line.

Taylor has a similar sentiment in The 1 “And if you wanted me, you really should've showed”

This section refers to the miscommunication Taylor spoke about in the radio interview, and they have both mentioned in many songs.

Taylor also has included similar message in Question…? “Lost in situations, circumstances Miscommunications and i Have to By the way”

Other song references

Finally this outfit was in the pile of Taylors in LAWYMMD video. The song is also referenced in the intro to Bejeweled, with a clock counting down, it changed from 03 to 02.

And 2186 days after the 2015 BBMA's was the 2021 Brit Awards, see Glitch.