#and I eat with toy dinosaurs at lunch

[ru-star]

I work with kids at a daycare. They are amazed by simple things. A plastic skeleton is nothing compared to seeing half the shit people put in/ on their cars.

if you are the type of person to tell a girl to stop driving around with an adult sized plastic skeleton strapped into the backseat of her car do not imagine even for one second that you could ever score a girl who would drive around with an adult sized plastic skeleton in the backseat of her car

[woso-dreamzzz]

Arguments

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You're what's different

Momma and Morsa don't yell at each other often but when they do, they're very loud.

It's one of the rare days that you're not stuck to their sides. You're off in your bedroom, digging through your toy chest because you promised Jessie that you would find your box of dinosaurs and bring it in tomorrow.

You don't play with your dinosaurs a lot but Jessie bought them for you when Momma and Morsa took you both to the museum and you think that Jessie should get to play with them too.

You can hear Momma and Morsa yelling through the door and that scares you a little. Not too much though because sometimes Momma and Morsa yell and when you go out to see them, they're kissing.

Adults are strange like that.

So, you poke your head out of your room.

Morsa storms past you. She gives you the tightest, most fake smile ever as she passes to go to her and Momma's room. Momma also goes past you, still yelling until they're debating back and forth.

"Where-Where's Morsa going?" You ask meekly from the doorframe as Morsa shoves clothes into her bag.

They both stop yelling to look at you.

"I'm just going to Johanna's for a little bit," Morsa says.

You frown. "Like a playdate? When will you be home?"

Morsa's throat bobs. "Like a sleepover." She shoulders her bag of clothes and kneels down next to you. She presses kisses to your cheeks and smooths down your hair. "I love you, okay? I'll see you tomorrow."

That makes you cry. Your knees buckle and tears drop down your face.

Morsa shouldn't be going to sleep over at Johanna's house and she and Momma shouldn't be fighting either. It's not fair and you sob as soon as Morsa's out the door.

Momma tries to calm you but you just scream and cry and flop back onto the floor and pound it with your hands.

It's all unfair.

You think you cry yourself to sleep that night but you're not sure.

One second your screaming and crying on the floor and the next Momma's curled around you in the Big Bed and the sun is streaming through the curtains.

You bring your pack of dinosaurs to practice for you and Jessie to play with but you're not very happy.

Momma and Morsa are still angry with each other so if you're standing by one of them, then the other is nowhere near.

"Morsa," You say softly as you stray from Momma's side at lunch," What's for dinner?"

"I don't know, princesse," She says with one of her fake smiles," You'll have to ask your Momma."

You don't like that and tug on the bottom of her top. "Why? You're the cooking boss."

Morsa's still wearing the fake smile as she pats your head. "I'm staying at Johanna's., remember Princesse?"

"Why? You already stayed at Johanna's!"

Morsa's got one of those adult looks on her face that means she's not going to tell you the full truth. "You'll have fun with Momma tonight," She promises you," You can sleep in the big bed if she lets you."

"Want to sleep in the Big Bed with you too!"

"I'm sorry, princesse."

You pull away from Morsa and go to hide under one of the tables. Millie's big and strong so no one will bother you as you duck under the one she's eating at and sit by her legs.

Your mind runs at a mile a minute as you try to work out what's wrong with Momma and Morsa and how you can fix it. You're only little but Morsa says you're very smart and you're determined to fix this problem.

You know that your mothers never used to argue when they were younger. Momma's old teammates used to tell you that your parents were disgustingly in love when they were younger.

You think that's kind of sweet.

They don't argue a lot now but you think they must argue more now than before when they were younger.

At first, you don't know what's changed from then to now.

You mull it over before Millie shifts her legs.

They press into you a little bit more firmly now and, suddenly, you know what's different.

You're what's different.

When Momma and Morsa were younger and didn't argue as much, they didn't have you. They're older now and they yelled at each other last night. The only difference from then to now is you.

You don't like how that makes you feel. Your stomach goes all tight and icky and your throat closes up as you try to hold back tears.

Momma once told you that if something is making you feel bad, you need to remove it from your life.

Momma and Morsa feel bad towards each other because you're what's different now.

You don't want to go. You don't know where you're meant to go so Momma and Morsa can feel better again.

You can't go to Johanna or Zećira because they're friends with Morsa and still see her a lot. You can't see any of the other Not-Wolfsburg girls for the same reason.

You can't even see moster Frido because even though she doesn't live in England, she still sees Morsa at camp.

Maybe you can go back to Wolfsburg and live with Alex or Ewa. They don't play on any teams with Momma and Morsa and, maybe, if you're gone then Momma and Morsa will be happy again.

You sniffle a little bit and crawl out from under the table.

You'll try to find a different solution first because you really don't want to leave.

"Momma," You say softly when you find her," Why did you and Morsa argue?"

Momma pulls a face. "We're not talking about that, princesse."

"But why?" You know you're pushing but you can't find a different solution if you don't know what the problem is.

"Princesse," Momma's voice is firm and you know you need to drop it," It's adult talk. Little ears don't need to hear it."

"Momma!" You say," I have to know! Why are you and Morsa angry?!"

"Enough!" Momma rarely raises her voice at you and it makes you suddenly flinch back and pull your hand out of hers. "I've said that you don't need to worry about it and I mean it! No more questions!"

"Don't talk to her like that!"

You hadn't realised Morsa was there until she spoke.

She and Momma start arguing again and that makes you want to cry again.

This time, they're definitely arguing about you.

You run while they're still distracted, your backpack bouncing as you move as fast as your little legs can carry you. You can feel the tears dripping down your face as you make little heartbroken noises from your throat.

"Whoa," Jessie says as you bump into her," Careful there." She's smiling but it falls the moment that she sees how distraught you are. She drops to her knees and gently wipes your tears. "What's going on?"

Your breathing is ragged and your shoulders rise and fall quickly. "Have to leave!"

"You have to leave?"

You nod and sniffle. "Have to go back to Germany! So Momma and Morsa can be happy!"

Jessie's a little shocked, trying to make sense of her thoughts as you go completely limp in her arms, sobbing your little heart out as you try to blubber out your reasoning.

She's still trying to work everything out when Magda and Pernille come running over, panting.

You flinch away from both of them, tears still streaming down your face as you try to hide away.

"I'm going!" You cry out.

"Where are you going?" Morsa asks as she tries to take you from Jessie.

"To Germany! So you and Momma can be happy again!"

"We're very happy," Momma says softly," What's going on, huh? Are you missing Germany?"

"Morsa's not at home!" You sob," And you're arguing now! Because I'm here!"

"We're not arguing because of you, princesse," Momma promises," Sometimes, me and Morsa have some big feelings that we argue about. It's not anything to do with you."

You sniffle and wipe away some of your tears as Jessie lets go of you. "But you're arguing. You never argued when I wasn't born."

Morsa chuckles slightly and reaches out to cup your face. You let her.

"We did argue before you," She says," You being here doesn't make us argue more. If anything, you being here makes us argue less."

You don't believe that but Morsa has no reason to lie to you. "Really?"

"Really."

Momma draws you into her arms and you go willingly, reaching your hand out for Morsa to take. She rubs over your knuckles and kisses it.

"We're very sorry that you got so worried about this, princesse," Morsa says as you sap up Momma's comfort," It's nothing to do with you. Me and Momma are just a little silly sometimes."

"You're staying right here," Momma promises you," Who else will cuddle with me in the big bed?"

That makes you giggle a little bit.

"Aw, man," Morsa groans even though her smile betrays her true feelings," Cuddles in the big bed? Again?"

You don't speak but you nod.

"My princesse is going to have all the cuddles in the big bed with me. If you're good, Magda, then maybe you can get Princesse cuddles too."

Morsa laughs. "I guess I can be good if it means Princesse cuddles."

[toxycodone]

GOD modern Laios would make such a good little trophy/house husband 🥺 he LOVES cooking dinner for you when you come home after a long day of being the breadwinner. you get to spoil and dote on him and he gets to spend all day doing nerd shit and taking care of the house (he LOVES cooking you dinner and seeing the look of relief on your face coming home to a clean house & warm meal after a long day)

on your anniversary you come home and he's cooked a fucking 5 star meal- like the kinda shit you only get at some fancy ass overpriced restaurant . After dinner you suprise him with a huge intricate Lego set you know he's been wanting but wouldn't ask for because it's soooo expensive & he nearly cries.

He spends like 2 hours going down on you out of pure joy alone before letting you tie him to the bed and ride him until he DOES cry- whimpering "thank you" and "I love you"'s over and over before you've even let him cum. tears falling down his flushed cheeks and eyes rolling back in his head as he writhes against the restraints, so desperate and grateful for whatever you give him. such a good boy, your perfect little house husband 😌

GOOOOOOD YES

okay. Since we got minimum wage retail Laios confirmed by Kui. House husband Laios is so fucking real.

Laios who’s a total part timer since meeting you, he works for pocket change and like. Bare minimum benefits just to keep things comfy for the two of you while he basically puts everything in savings. (Until like one day he just quits tbh when yall are really settled in)

But like in my mind he works under the table at Senshi’s restaurant for cash + to learn about cooking! They go on fishing/hunting/hiking trips together and go to the farmers market to get fresh produce and Senshi teaches Laios everything he knows.

He cleans up your apartment every day. Like, he’s not the best or a maid or anything. He’s just a dude. But he does recognize that he’s immensely privileged and does his best to show you hey. He does care. And he wants you to not have to bust your ass after coming from a full time shift. He does basic things like dishes and stuff and on the weekends you guys maybe spend an hour or two maximum cleaning on the weekends together

LAIOS. PACKS YOUR LUNCH. He love love LOVES doing this and he has little sandwich shapers to make them into little dinosaurs or dolphins or something. And he does bentos with cute little pins and molds and he lovingly spends time on this. I think he genuinely enjoys doing this stuff and testing out new recipes.

And cooking in general!! Like that is how Laios shows he loves you forreal. He genuinely pays attention to your tastes and tries to “gourmet” your favorite foods. (I’ve been rereading the manga and when Marcille’s upset he offers to try his best to make whatever she wants to eat out of monsters and it’s so cute…). Like you want grilled cheese? How about grilled Brie on fresh made bread? Bagels? Oh yeah he tried a new recipe at Senshi’s at 4 am, here’s fresh out of the oven pastries. It’s so cute.

I think. He loves like those random ass kitchen gadgets too. He 100% has an ice cream maker and he makes custom flavors for you.

And he just loves watching you eat. It’s such an expression of love. He works so damn hard to make you smile and make you happy. And his food never sucks because 1. Senshi teaches him everything 2. He ALWAYS tests recipes before going way too hard with them. Like he pays attention to your palette so if he made something gross or something just. Not to your tastes you’d let him know in the trial stage.

And GOD. Laios is just a fucking sex toy I swear. He’s genuinely like. A subby service top. He wants you to absolutely use him however you want but he likes to be the one that’s doing most of the work because he likes to spoil you with his body…(also he cums super easily in my hc so if he tops he’s able to like. Pull out and give you head or switch positions when he’s getting too close)

But when you spoil him and ride him…tell him how handsome he is and how much you love him. yeah he’s crying and whimpering about how much he loves you and how you’re just so fucking perfect. It makes your head spin because Laios genuinely makes you feel like you’re the only person on earth for him.

[swee7dream]

hi very late but may I request a cute cg!jaehyun taking care of a VERY fussy little!reader hehehehehhehehehehheheh cant wait to see what u write :)) (saying this bc I was very late but I saw you saying like a week or 2 after u saying u wanted to write jaehyun fics..)

no ! ( but okay ) caregiver ! jeong yoonoh x age regressor ! reader

genres age regression content , fluff warnings reader has hair long enough to put behind the ears dni nsfw / kink author's note FAV MOOT . i will go to war for you . as someone who is extremely fussy when small , you and i are cut from the same cloth . hope u like it ! tag list restarting ! lmk if you would like to be added .

“No, no, no…”

“Come on, Honey.”

“Not finish yet.” You ignore Jaehyun’s gentle hand pushing the hair behind your ear, scribbling your crayon furiously to the paper on the floor like a painter struck with genius inspiration.

“Can we finish this later? Tomorrow, maybe?”

“No, no, no, no, no…”

Jaehyun’s eyes flutter shut. You’ve entered your ‘no’ phase all of a sudden and it has been carving at his patience. It’s not that he never wants you to say no, but when it comes to eating your lunch or cleaning up your toys or changing out of your outside clothes for comfy, clean inside clothes, he can’t deny it’s frustrating. He just wants the best for his baby, why can’t you see that?

“Baby.” He looks down at the phone in your other hand, currently shining a terrifying (in Jaehyun’s opinion) four-finned shark-dinosaur-thing. Papers surround your curled-up ball self on the floor, each one detailing a different kind of dinosaur. “The dinos need to sleep too, baby. We need to start getting ready now so you don’t forget to brush your teeth ‘cause you’re just so sleepy.”

“Nuh-uh. Dinos can’t sleep. They’re dead.”

His shoulders slump in his crisscrossed sitting position in front of you. It’s difficult to keep up with the canonical and non-canonical existences of your baby world.

“Okay… maybe. But when they were alive, they had to sleep.”

“…maybe.” You throw him a bone! Finally, it only took an hour.

“Yeah?” He places a hand over the screen. “There are those pretty eyes. Hi Honey.”

“Hi, Hyunnie.” You frown. “Hyunnie let go.”

“The phone told me he’s very tired and would like to go to bed now. Sorry, baby.”

“Not true, phones don’t talk.”

“Mine does.” He gives you a look that says ‘so embarrassing for you…’

You squint at him, unamused.

“Hyunnie let go.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. My hand fell asleep. Right here.” He shines his dimples at you innocently.

“Let go!” Your blue crayon is left forgotten to roll under the couch as you pull and pull on Jaehyun’s arm.

“No!” He sings, finally taking matters into his own hands, quite literally, by pulling you onto his lap. “Bed time. Bed time for my baby.”

He rocks you side to side, cheek resting on the top of your head as he confines you in between his arms.

“No!” You squirm around but to no avail. “No bedtime. No tired!”

“Mmm, yes!” You feel his lips press to your head. “Bedtime, bedtime. Time for jammies and teeth brushing and stories. Doesn’t that sound fun, baby?”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No-o-o-o-o-o!” Your voice shakes as Jaehyun’s soft rocking turns more into a shake one would give only to a potato sack.

“Ye-e-e-e-e-es!” He smiles down at you as he finishes his best imitation of your little tantrum.

“No.” You frown up at him, but his eyes catch the quirks at the end of your lips that you fail to push down.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes!” He attacks your cheek with a kiss, littering your face with them as he continues. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“But why?” You give in, allowing yourself to go limp in Jaehyun’s hold.

“Because,” He mocks your whiny tone. “It’s late. It’s late and you get really mean when you don’t sleep enough.”

“That’s not true!”

“Hey.” He pinches your nose. “Why are you fighting me so much lately? It absolutely is true and you know it. Do you want Hyunnie to be all sad and weepy tomorrow? I’ll cry. You know I will. Wanna see? W-”

“No!” You giggle, putting both your hands up to cover his face. “Don’t wanna see Hyunnie sad. But am just no tired, Hyunnie.”

Another kiss to your palms lets Jaehyun see your face again.

“But I am. Can’t you just get ready for bed with me? It’s so scary to be alone.” He pulls you into his chest, squeezing but never too tight. “So scary! I need my Honey to help me!”

“Not scary, Hyunnie.” You giggle. “But okay. Honey help!”

“Really?” He pulls you away to meet your eyes and bumps your foreheads together. “Really really? For reals? How many reals are you talking?”

“All the reals!” You beam.

“Oh, thank you, baby. You sure are doing Hyunnie a solid.”

—

You didn’t realize how cold you were until you put your pajamas on, soft and warm, still smelling of laundry detergent. It’s like wearing a blanket and you rub the fabric against your arms to warm yourself up some more.

Your socks slide against the wooden floor as you hear Jaehyun take his turn to brush his teeth in the bathroom. You left a total mess! Your artwork is all over the floor, what if you lost one?

Not feeling like wanting to clean up at the moment, you put your crayon box on the coffee table to put it in its proper place tomorrow.

Wait.

You’re missing one!

Where did it go?

You hum to yourself as you gather all your drawings in a neat pile, making a mental note to yourself to date them all in the morning. You search under the table and behind pillows and blankets. Where is your green crayon?

“Ah-hah!” Jaehyun spots you back in the living room, face to the floor.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

“Found my crayon, Hyunnie. Thought I lost it.” You lift yourself up, pulling your hand out from under the couch to show it to Jaehyun proudly.

“I’m glad you didn’t lose it, Honey.” He smiles. “But you didn’t have to get on the floor for that. You’re gonna get your jammies dirty.”

“’s okay! Needed my crayon.” You kneel over to slide the crayon back amongst its brethren in the paper box.

“Don’t you have a lot of other ones?” He helps you up by the hand.

“Not the same. Different shade o’ green.”

“Mmm, makes sense.” Jaehyun notices the pile of paper on your arm. “You’re taking your drawings to bed?”

“Yeah. Not tired so Honey’s gonna do storytime today.”

“Oh, really? Thank you, baby. You’re gonna teach me about dinosaurs?”

“Yeah.” You flop onto the bed. “Dinosaurs are super cool.”

“But aren’t they scary?” Jaehyun flicks off the light in the middle of the ceiling, warm soft light from your nightstands keeping the room from complete darkness.

“No. ‘cause they’re dead,” You explain simply.

“..right. I forgot that for a second.” He lifts the covers and slides inside the bed, shivering at the still-cold sheets. “Your drawings are just so good, baby, I thought they were pictures.”

“I get that a lot,” You say, rubbing your head against his arm. “You ready?”

“Ready Freddy.”

“Who’s Freddy?”

“I don’t know.” Jaehyun pauses to think. “Someone who’s ready, I guess. Go on, baby. Show me your dinos.”

“Okay!” You go through your pile of drawings and end up deciding on your most recent creation. “This one’s not finished, but it’s called a Liopleurodon. It existed in the Jurassic period. It was an apex predator—that means that no one could fight it and win! It just went chomp chomp and everybody died.”

“Oh, I see. It’s kind of like you, in a way.”

“What?!”

author's note ( pt 2 ) sorry for taking so long ! i have no excuse , just trying to deny the reality of valentine boy being gone . haven't been keeping up w nct lately bc of irl stuff + the boycott so if anyone has a google drive or anything like that for sm artists , pls lmk ! and as always , comments and constructive criticism are accepted and encouraged . just be nice or i will be finding your loved ones ' contact information and telling them you're CYBER BULLYING . hope everyone is having a good day and if not i hope it gets better !!

[thehomophobe]

You were on daycare duty again, which isn't bad considering to get to see your favorite set of twins for the rest of the day, and night too. You were currently helping with a little math lesson with the children, acting as a humble lady selling apple in the street. Your basket was filled with some plastic apples from the toy kitchen and a scarf replaced you hat to adds a more willowy nature to the character. 

"Now, if the lovely apple lady has 12 apples in her basket and Moon buys 3 of them," Moon picks up 3 apples from the basket after giving you three Monopoly dollars, thanking you for the apples. "How many apples does the lady have left?" Sun asked. The children go quiet, contemplating the question in their minds. It isn't difficult for an adult, but any number higher than 10 is harder for younger children. 

"5?" A girl answered. Sun shakes his head.

"7." A boy answered. Sun shakes his head again.

"3!" Another boy shouted. "No.." Sun gestures his finger pointer to you. "Count how many apples are inside the basket." You started taking out the plastic apples one-by-one to help the kids see. Numbers sang in harmonic unison as each plastic produce was displayed. 

"9!" They all shout. Sun congratulated them for getting the answer right, even if he gave them a hint. 

"Great job everyone! Now guess what time is it~?"

 "Snacktime!"

"Oh you guys are so smart!" Sun giggled as he herded the children over to the tables. You helped put away the apples and the whiteboard while Moon brought the cardboard crates of sandwiches, juice boxes, and chips. 

"Thanks for the apples, apple lady." Moon joked.

"You paid $30 in Monopoly money, I should accuse you for counterfeit currency."

"It's not too far for what you pay for real apples nowadays." You snorted, he's right. 

Now sitting with five other kids, you sat with your lunch taking most of the space of the table. A large Tupperware was filled with jerk chicken on rice. Just opening released a waft of deliciousness. You, and the rest of kids, happily ate their lunches. One kid, an albino girl, watched you eat your rice and chicken with curiosity. 

"It's chicken and rice." You told her. 

"Can I...have a piece...?" The girl said slowly. "Please..."

You never sure about giving any child your food, even when they ask politely. Every parent always signs a food allergen notice embedded in the waiver, which is automatically sent to Sun & Moon right before the children into the daycare. Even if you did know, you didn't want to risk it. Luckily another kid ask Sun if dinosaurs were real, which spurred a whole discussion between everyone, so crisis averted.

After a long debate of chickens and dinosaurs, it was soon time for nap time. Moon took over and darkens the room, pulling out blankets and pillows for the children to sleep. Sunny cleans up the tables and picks up the toys, yawning in the process, as Moon reads a book to calm the children. You stayed back at your post, filing some extra reports you had left to do before you forget. *sssssLUMP*

Your bag dropped from underneath the desk. A little face poked out of the lip. Soft red eyes stare at you. Oh right, that. A few days ago, Sun invited you to stay before you headed home. Apparently a grandparent donated knitting and crocheting needles, as well as a bunch of yarn, all for craft making. Normally crafts are only limited to paper and color pencil, and sometimes the scissors. A child around 2-5 years old doesn't really have the dexterity for knitting, crocheting or sewing. Not to mention the daycare prohibits children uses needles so that won't even work out at all. But despite all those rules, Sun broke them just for a night with you. Through the night he taught you how to knit and you later result in a poorly crafted Sun doll, which you gave to him as gift.

That poorly crafted doll didn't deter you from crafting again though. Seeing how little attention and gifts he had, it was only fair that Moon had a (non-branded) doll of his own. So you sent the past few days watching videos on how to make crochet plushies for your sweethearts. You picked up the doll before adjusting your bag upright. "I did better this time." You thought to yourself, nodding your head in pride. Said lunar android was currently in his room tucking his brother in for the night. You looked at the time, you had a doctor's appointment soon, meaning you unfortunately had to leave early.

Damn.

And you really wanted Moon to see it too. 

You huffed as you log out the computer, the doll relocating from your lap to the desk. Post-it notes were in the left drawer underneath pens and pencils and rubber bands and other stationary things. The standard yellow sticky note was being written on by a glittery pen with a pompom on top and sat on the doll's head, his back turn from your sight. You grabbed your bag and headed out quietly, silently wishing to announce your depart without being more late than the time now.

Moon gracefully settled down from the castle in the painted sky, eyes soft and content now that his brother was asleep. Which meant for some (mischief making) cuddles and quality time with his starlight.

"Hm?"

His star was right here. Where'd she go? 

Red eyes settled upon smaller red eyes, the light of the board behind the desk illuminated the doll sitting quietly on the desk. The dwarf-sized doll was soft and a little squishy. It had navy blue locks of hair, a milky colored face, and ruby red eyes. It was wearing starry themed pajamas with a nightcap, hot glue held a bell at the end of it. It was smiling, peacefully, like it was content with the silence of the daycare. A post-it note written on top of it. 

"Made you something"

Black pen ink scribbled. Moon gazed at the doll.

"She...made this...?" He thought, smiling like his smaller, plush counterpart.

Moon sat on the ground, hugging the doll, cherishing the wonderful gift.

[rowretro]

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

✧CHAPTER 3✧

WARNINGS: nth I think

✧tag list✧: @chlorinecake @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strwberrydinosaur @sunghoonsbeautymark

3 sleepless nights. It's only day 4 of having the baby and Riki was already starting to regret his decisions a little. He groaned, waking up a little late to find the space beside him, and the crib, empty. Riki proceeded to take a quick shower, brush his teeth and go downstairs in search of the 2.

There he saw Y/n cooking something in the Kitchen while the baby sat on a mat, playing with some soft baby toys. There were times where he did regret taking the baby with him, but there were also those small, rare times where he's just so glad he decided to keep him. He didn't want to admit that he was definitely all for the idea of raising this baby, though part of him was hoping that a real dad would take the baby, or did he?...

Riki lied down on his stomach, beside the baby and watched as the baby shook the soft dinosaur toy. "What should we call you... Junior Riki? Riki Junior? Riki Jackson? Rizziki? Nj Nishimura Jr? Rj? Lil riki? lil ki? Riki little?" As riki continued to list names that involved his name one way or another, the baby, still continued to play.

"Ugh name choosing is so complicated- I'll do it later..." Riki said as he took the baby's hand in his. "Don't end up anything like your biological dad..." Riki randomly blurted, looking the baby in the eyes. "Be more like me, unlike him I actually want to name you-" He added as he played with the baby's hands. "So cute..." He smiled.

"Ok you stay here, Im going to go annoy your mommy~" Riki smiled, softly ruffling the baby's hair, as he went to the kitchen, back hugging Y/n. "Rough night?" she asked as she kissed his hand, "Baby was crying all night, he won't even smile at me- god the things I do for you Y/n..." Riki complained as she sighed.

"Ki you can go take a nap now if you want, but after you eat lunch mkay?" Y/n smiled as Riki kissed her forehead "No need, I'm going to go play with the baby~" the male replied, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her forehead lovingly. "God I don't know where I'd be if you weren't in my life" he mumbled, as he snuggled her tightly. The girl blushed a little, not looking up at Riki, she turned to face the baby.

Riki sat beside the baby who was fiddling with some soft, building blocks. "ba!" the baby babbled, as he stacked one block on top of the other, staring up at Riki, wanting to get a reaction out of him. Riki smiled, acting a little shocked, as he pat the baby's head gently "Awww my Riki junior is a smartass!" He cooed, as the baby giggled.

"Lunch is ready babe~" Y/n called out as Riki carried the baby boy with him "Let me feed the baby this time" Riki pouted as Y/n shrugged, handing him the baby food, before serving Riki his dinner. "Lookie here Riki junior- when you grow up I'll let you smoke a joint with me, only if you eat this yummy baby food ok?" Riki asked, seeming oh so series as Y/n nudged him.

He fed the baby a spoon, and the baby happily swallowed the food, Riki sighed in relief, as he knew the last few times he tried, the baby did not want to help him. Riki then turns to Y/n "Babe I'm hungry a-and my hands are busy so can you feed me too?" Riki asked innocently, staring at Y/n with those convincing, cutie eyes, rolling her eyes, she took some food with the chopsticks "Here comes an aeroplane~" She sang as she fed Riki his lunch. The male smiled as he eat happily, feeding the baby more baby food.

Y/n finished washing the dishes after eating, and walked into the living room to find the baby asleep in Riki's hold, in his mouth was a dinky, that had a cute yet funny design of a moustache and a cigarette coming out of the mouth. the baby innocently chewed on the dinky as Rowan snickerred. "You have more facial hair than daddy" the girl joked as she gently took the baby out of Riki's hold, noticing that Riki had fallen asleep.

She kissed his forehead and pecked his lips, "Sleep well my little baby" she said as she tucked Riki in, a nice soft blanket coverring his body as he napped on the couch.

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

[nana-mania]

hi again, i was the one who requested izana x lawyer reader, i absolutely love izana! 😭😭 can you do a oneshot of him with a 7y.o son from a previous relationship and then he meets a lawyer and she became his wife after a few years and his son, izuya (you can change the name if you want) hates her because she's so scary, unfeeling and strict. so when izana leaves for work overseas and izuya is under her care... the boy does something to her hair and when izana found out he was disappointed in his son.

"MY DEAREST" their lives change when he married her

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : izana kurokawa

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, angst to fluff myb

The mid-afternoon sun casts warm golden rays into the sleek, minimalist kitchen of your home. You stand by the counter, coffee in hand, watching as the seven-year-old boy, Touki, shuffles into the room.

His messy hair and oversized pajamas are a proof of his careless independence, and his eyes, like his father’s, glance at you warily before darting away.

“Breakfast is ready,” you say softly.

Touki grumbles a half-hearted response but climbs onto the stool by the counter. His tiny fists curl into balls as he drums the countertop in a rhythm that grates at your composure. You set the plate in front of him—perfectly scrambled eggs and toast cut into triangles—but his reaction is predictably sour.

“I don’t like eggs,” he announces, pushing the plate away.

“You liked them yesterday,” you reply evenly.

“That was yesterday,” he retorts with a glare.

Touki's rebellion is nothing new, but you know better than to react impulsively. Izana’s words echo in your mind; He’s testing you. Be patient with him.

Patience is not your strong suit, but for Izana’s and Touki's sake, you’ve tried. When you married him two years ago, stepping into the role of wife and stepmother, you knew it wouldn’t be easy. Izana’s dedication to helping orphans resonated with you as a lawyer advocating for family rights, but Touki was an entirely different challenge.

At first, you chalked up his coldness to adjustment issues. But as time went on, it became clear he saw you as an intruder in his life. To him, you weren’t a partner to his father; you were competition.

It starts with small acts of defiance throughout the morning. At breakfast, he refuses to eat the food you made, pushing the bowl away with a frown. “I wanted pancakes,” he mutters, arms crossed, eyes glaring at the countertop. When you remind him he asked for scrambled eggs and toast just yesterday, he shrugs. “I changed my mind.”

You sigh but don’t argue, calmly taking the plate and setting it aside. “We’re having this today. If you’re hungry, it’s here.”

The battle escalates in the living room. As you fold laundry on the couch, he barges in and dumps his toy box in the middle of the room. Blocks, action figures, and plastic dinosaurs scatter across the floor like confetti. He grins mischievously when you glance up. “Oops,” he says, tone dripping with insincerity.

You set the folded shirt down, meeting his gaze. “You’ll need to clean that up before lunch.”

His smile fades into a pout. “Why do I have to do everything? You’re so bossy.”

“It’s your mess,” you reply calmly, “and part of being responsible is taking care of your own things.”

He huffs but doesn’t move. You don’t push him. Instead, you return to the laundry, ignoring the occasional muttered complaints about “mean adults” and “so many rules.”

Later, when it’s time for schoolwork, he drags his feet to the kitchen table like it’s a death march. His workbook and pencil sit ready, but he slumps into the chair, crossing his arms. “Why can’t you be fun like Dad?” he grumbles.

The words cut deep, deeper than you’d like to admit. You hesitate, the sting of his statement catching you off guard. But you swallow the hurt. “I know you’d rather play right now, but homework comes first. Once it’s done, you’ll have the rest of the day for fun.”

He groans loudly, tipping his chair back on two legs. “Homework is stupid. None of my friends have to do this much.”

“You’re not your friends,” you reply, gently but firmly pressing the chair back onto four legs. “And doing well in school helps you in the future.”

“Whatever,” he mutters, flipping open the workbook with exaggerated sluggishness. He picks up his pencil like it weighs a ton, scrawling half-hearted answers.

You resist the urge to correct him or demand more effort, knowing that engaging with his frustration will only fan the flames. Instead, you quietly return to your chores, giving him space to work through his mood. It’s a long morning, but you stay patient, each calm response building the foundation for a boundary he doesn’t yet understand but will one day appreciate.

The tiredness of a long, stressful morning settles into the quiet of the afternoon. You finally succumb to the exhaustion, taking a short nap on the couch. You slip into an uneasy slumber, the sound of the TV low in the background. But when you wake, it’s to the sensation of something is off—a tugging feeling in your gut that tells you something has happened.

You blink and stretch, the nap having done little to erase the tension in your shoulders. Your eyes flick to the clock, and you sigh, realizing you’ve slept longer than you intended. As you push yourself up, you hear the faintest sound of footsteps. Then, an unmistakable gleam—Touki is peeking near the bathroom door, his mischievous grin barely concealed behind his hand.

A knot of unease forms in your stomach as he locks eyes with you, and before you can speak, he bolts to his room, his footsteps stomping across the floor with alarming speed. Something’s definitely wrong.

Suspicion arises as you slowly rise from the couch. You cross the room, eyes narrowing as you approach the bathroom. The door is slightly ajar, and a heavy, strange scent wafts from inside—something minty, mixed with a strange sweetness. You don’t even know what it is until you enter, and your reflection in the bathroom mirror makes your breath catch in your chest.

Streaks of bright blue dye run unevenly through your hair, splotches of toothpaste scattered carelessly along the strands. Glitter glue, still sticky, is tangled with the fibers, making your hair look like a disaster zone. You freeze, staring at the damage, the absurdity of it all sinking in.

Rage surges through you, hot and sudden. But even more overwhelming than the anger is the disbelief. This isn’t a mess you ever thought your son would create. You weren’t prepared for this kind of rebellion.

You march straight to his room, knowing you won’t get an ounce of peace until you have answers. You push the door open, and there he is; sprawled on his bed, one leg hanging off the edge, casually flipping through a manga, as though nothing is amiss.

“Touki,” you call out, your voice impossibly calm, almost too calm.

He doesn’t look up, his attention glued to the page in front of him. “What?”

You swallow the hot flare of anger, fighting the urge to shout. You step closer, standing in the doorway, one hand resting on your hip. “You want to explain this?” you ask, gesturing toward your disheveled hair.

He looks up slowly, blinking as if he’s only just noticed the chaos you’re referencing. His wide eyes settle on your hair, and then, with exaggerated innocence, he shrugs. “I thought you’d look better with some color.”

The words hit you like a slap, and you just stare, caught off guard by the audacity of it all. You feel a sting of frustration at his total disregard for any kind of consequences.

But much worse, you feel like breaking down.

You take a steadying breath, your voice now dangerous in its calm. “Do you have any idea how disrespectful this is? What were you thinking?”

Touki doesn’t flinch. He merely shrugs, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re always so serious. I wanted to make you less boring.”

The nerve of him. The words make something inside you snap. Your mind races as you try to keep your composure, but the strain is evident in the quickness of your breath. “Touki,” you begin sternly, “your father trusts me to take care of you while he’s away. Is this how you repay that trust?”

You see a flicker of something in his eyes for a split second—perhaps guilt, or the ghost of it. His smirk falters, but only for a fraction of a second. Then, just as quickly, he masks it with defiance, shoulders slumping as he crosses his arms. “You’re not my mom. I don’t have to listen to you.”

His words sting more than you ever expected, and for the first time, it’s not just anger you feel, but a crushing weight of heartbreak that tightens around your chest and threatens to break you open.

You blink, trying to focus on his face, trying to push back the tide of emotion that rises in your throat, but it’s too much. You exhale a shaky breath, the anger fading— only feeling hurt, confusion, a deep sadness.

You step back, your arms falling limp to your sides. You feel small. Your voice falters as you speak, “Why do you hate me so much?”

Your eyes well with tears, and despite yourself, you can feel them threatening to fall. It’s not the frustration of discipline anymore, not the strictness of being a guardian. It’s the heartache of trying so hard, of wanting so desperately to be someone who mattered to him—someone who could love and care for him the way a mother would.

“What did I do to deserve this?” you ask, your voice trembling, the tears now pooling in your eyes. It’s not a question meant to be answered, just an echo of the hurt that has been building for so long, the ache of wanting his love, his trust, and knowing that, no matter what you do, it feels like he’ll never give you the chance to be that person for him.

You loved him. You loved him more than you could explain, more than he could ever know. But it feels like a love that’s never going to be returned—not in the way you needed. And as you stand there, you wonder if there’s ever going to be room for you in his heart.

Before Touki can respond, you turn away, tears welling in your eyes. You can’t hold it together anymore. The sobs hit you hard as you rush to your room, locking the door behind you. You bury your face in the pillow, unable to stop the overwhelming sadness.

The next few days passed in painful silence. You no longer tried to engage with Touki—no more conversations, no attempts at bonding, no gentle reminders or encouraging words. You still made his meals, cleaned the house, and took care of his basic needs, but it was all mechanical, just duties to be done. There was no warmth in your actions, no effort to connect. You left him alone, just as he had seemed to want.

Touki noticed. At first, there was a sense of relief, a strange satisfaction in having the space he thought he wanted. But as the days dragged on, something gnawed at him.

It wasn’t what he had hoped for. The silence made him feel more alone than he had ever felt before, like the distance between you both had grown too wide to cross. He missed the sound of your voice, the small things you did that showed you cared. Even though he had pushed you away, he hadn’t realized how much he needed you—how much he depended on you.

Izana finally returns later that day, after being away for several days on his overseas trip. The sight of him walking through the door brings you a wave of relief, even though his tiredness is evident from the long journey. His smile softens when he sees you waiting for him, and you help him with his coat, grateful to have him back.

"Welcome back," you say, trying to hold it together.

"Thanks," Izana murmurs, his lips brushing against your cheek in a quick kiss. But his gaze lingers, noticing your hair. You used to always keep it long, a symbol of strength after the terminal illness that once threatened your life. Now, it's much shorter, a change that feels so different. "Oh, you cut your hair. Why the change of mind? I thought you loved it long."

You don’t answer immediately. Just one word escapes your lips; "Touki."

Izana’s eyes widen, and the realization dawns on him. He notices your averted gaze and the way you lower your head, trying to hide the emotion creeping up again. "I'm sorry," you whisper, feeling the guilt settle in. You didn’t want to burden him, but you had no one else to turn to. Touki won’t listen to you anymore.

Izana’s frown deepens, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Where is he?"

You point toward the living room, where Touki is sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the cartoon on the screen. Izana’s posture stiffens, his disappointment clear as he strides over. You stay behind, retreating to your bedroom, unable to face this right now.

Izana steps into the living room, calling out softly but firmly. “Touki.”

The boy’s eyes light up when he sees his father, excitement momentarily taking over. "Dad! You’re back!"

But the joy fades when Touki notices the serious look on Izana’s face. Izana doesn’t let up. “Come here,” he says, gesturing for Touki to sit across from him.

Touki hesitates, his body tense, but he moves reluctantly. You stay in the bedroom, the door ajar just enough for you to hear, but too far away to do anything.

“I heard what you did to Mom. Do you think that was okay?”

Touki squirms, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, but the stubbornness returns to his eyes. “She’s… mean to me…”

Izana rubs his temples, trying to keep his frustration at bay. “Touki, listen to me. She’s not mean. She’s trying to take care of you. What you did was disrespectful and hurtful. You owe her an apology.”

Touki’s lip quivers as he looks down, the defiance still flickering in his eyes. But the emotion is harder to mask. He doesn’t respond.

Izana sighs deeply. “I know it’s hard, but Y/n isn’t your enemy. She loves me, and she cares about you too, even if she doesn’t show it the same way I do. What you did hurt her. Do you understand that?”

There’s a long pause as Touki grips the edge of the chair, his small hands clenched tightly. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he nods, his expression torn.

After the talk, you hear the loud slam of a door, and your heart sinks as you realize it’s Touki running off to his room. You can’t help but feel responsible for the rift between father and son, wondering if your actions have made things worse. You didn’t even hear the rest of their conversation, the part that might’ve brought some resolution.

Izana eventually returns to the bedroom. You don’t know what to say at first, but the guilt pulls the words from you. “What happened?” you ask softly, your voice filled with uncertainty. “Did you two talk?”

Izana looks at you. “Just a heart-to-heart talk. Some advice. He needed it.” He pauses, but his eyes seem distant, as if he’s still processing the conversation.

You nod, but doubt lingers in your mind. The heaviness in your chest grows. “Then why did he run off like that? Why did he slam his door? Did you make him cry? Why would you be so mad at him? He’s just a kid…” Your voice cracks as the guilt takes over, and you can’t hold it

Without saying a word, Izana steps closer to you, cupping your face gently. His lips meet yours in a deep, reassuring kiss, one that speaks more than words ever could.

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you close. “Everything will be fine,” he murmurs, his voice steady, trying to calm the storm inside you. “You’re not the problem, mahal. You care for him. You’re doing the best you can.”

You want to believe him. But deep down, your heart is still torn, still aching with doubt. What if he never forgives me? you think. What if I ruined everything?

The thoughts spiral, but Izana holds you close, offering silent support.

Later that night, you and Izana are getting ready for bed. The house feels unusually quiet. Izana stands in the doorway of Touki’s room, knocking gently. “Touki?” he calls, but the door stays shut. The lock clicks from the inside. Touki doesn’t respond. Izana gives a resigned sigh, glancing at you. He doesn’t say much, but you could feel the disappointment in him, too.

You retreat to the kitchen, busying yourself with cleaning up, trying to avoid thinking about what happened earlier with Touki. The dishes clink as you rinse them, the sound oddly comforting in the silence. But then, you hear the faint creak of the door opening.

You expect it to be Izana coming to join you, but when you turn around, it’s not him—it’s Touki.

Your heart stops for a moment, and you freeze. You don’t say a word. Touki stands there, his small frame looking smaller in the dim light of the kitchen, but he doesn’t move forward. For a few seconds, neither of you speaks, and then, unexpectedly, he steps toward you and clutches the hem of your pajama dress.

You turn to him, eyes wide, as you realize he’s trembling. His face is wet with tears, his eyes red and swollen. He looks up at you tearfully. “Sorry. I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it… I didn’t—” His words are broken, repeating over and over, as the sobs wrack his body.

Your heart aches at the sight. Everything you’ve been holding in, all the hurt, the fear of losing him, melts away in an instant. You kneel down in front of him, pulling him into your arms before he can say another word. His small body shakes with grief, and his sobs echo in your chest.

You hug him tightly, your tears mingling with his as you whisper, “I’ve always forgiven you, Touki. Always.”

His sobs only grow louder as he buries his face in your shoulder, clinging to you. The guilt and sorrow in his heart seem to spill out all at once. “I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean to hurt you…” he whispers between cries.

You smile through your own tears, holding him tighter. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize anymore. I forgive you, Touki. I love you.”

Izana, having heard the soft sobs coming from the kitchen, quietly makes his way out of the bedroom. He stands in the doorway, his heart swelling with warmth at the sight before him. You, on the floor, hugging his son tightly, offering comfort and love as Touki cries into your arms.

Izana watches the two of you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The scene before him is one he’s longed for. But as the moment stretches, his playful side takes over.

He steps closer, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Hey, hey,” he says with mock indignation, “what is this? You’re leaving me out of all this love? I’m being deprived over here!”

Touki looks up, his tear-streaked face still filled with sorrow, but there’s a flicker of confusion and surprise at his father’s teasing. Izana doesn’t give him a chance to respond. He kneels down beside you, wrapping both of you in his arms in one fluid motion.

“You two are a bit too cozy without me,” he says playfully, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, then leaning down to kiss the top of Touki’s.

Touki, still sniffling, lets out a small laugh, a faint but genuine smile creeping across his face as he leans into his father’s embrace. You smile through your tears. There’s still a long way to go, but in this moment, with both of them holding you, you allow yourself to feel the happiness that’s been absent for so long. You’re not alone anymore.

“See?” Izana murmurs with a grin, his voice full of tenderness. “We’re a team. All of us.”

"You both are my dearest." He declares, embracing his two loved ones.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this scenario! im sobbing i enjoy writing this sm. likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[theauthor2103]

AU where Professor YN and Professor Dimitrescu share a dance together. Art by iandipen

You leaned back in your office chair, kicked your feet up on your desk, and rested the back of your head in your hands. It had been an extremely long day at the college grading midterms, each professor had been shut up in their office with their heads in papers and computers, laptops, and MacBooks. The students were enjoying their first day of spring break while you and the other professors were hard at work. The college halls were empty and eerily silent, which left you feeling unsettled. It was simply unnatural to for the school to be this quiet, there was always the sound of people walking up and down the halls, keys dangling from lanyards, pens and pencils writing on paper, the clicks of keyboards from people typing.

You decided to put on some music to calm your nerves while enjoying your lunch break. Most of the professors would be going to the break room to enjoy lunch provided by the Headmistress from a local restaurant. It was a nice way to end the quarter before going on break, but you decided not to go. It was your first year teaching at this college and you had too many papers to grade since you decided to take on an extra class. You you wanted to get home a decent hour rather than being stuck past 7pm. You decided to bring snacks to eat during the day instead of having a lunch, that way you wouldn’t get distracted by the staff lunch and could get work done. You knew that if you walked up to the professor’s lounge, it would be over. There would be no way you would get any more paper grading done, so you decided to work in your office and spend your lunch break dozing off for just a little bit while listening to the music play.

You smiled when the sound of Glen Miller’s Moonlight Serenade came on and sighed out. That song always calmed you down and put you at ease. You turned the volume up all the way, put the song on loop, and leaned back in your chair again. It wasn’t like there was anyone around that would complain about the music being too loud, and even so it was just Glen Miller. Who would ever complain about this song?

“Why Miss L/N, I didn’t take you for a fan of Glen Miller,” said a low voice from the door. You smiled and sat up in your chair to greet your friend, turning the music down a bit. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Professor Dimitrescu.” Alcina strut into your office and tutted at you.

“Sleeping on the job? I thought you said you would be getting your work done today, and yet here you are,” she sat down on your desk, pulling the ends of her skirt down, “lulling about.”

“Everyone deserves a nice break, Alcina. I believe it was you who originally told me that and stressed how important it is to not overdo it,” you said, eyes closed and leaned back in the chair.

“I believe what I said was don’t overdo it, not sleep on the job. Perhaps I should report your insubordination to the headmistress,” she teased you, smiling back.

“Snitch,” you teased back. Alcina rolled her eyes at you and stood up from your desk.

“I came to collect you for the spring break party,” the taller woman said, crossing her arms over chest.

“Oh, I’ve had my fair share of spring break parties. My parties days are over I’m afraid, but you kids have fun.” You waved your hand and playfully shooed her off

“Kids?” Alcina smiled at you and rolled her eyes, looking at a rubix cube, a stress ball, and some squishy dinosaur toys you had on your desk. “I’m older than you.” Alcina placing her hands on her hips and leaning on her foot. You felt your face blush and swallowed, the ends of Alcina’s mouth curving upward ever so slightly. The two of you had been flirting with each other ever since you started working at the college.

“It hardly shows. I swear, when I first met you I thought we were the same age.” She blushed and chuckled a little, her voice rumbling in her chest. You wanted to feel the vibration of her vocal cords in your mouth and kiss her. This little game of cat and mouse you two had been playing since the beginning of the year was itching away at you. You weren’t entirely sure if Alcina had the same feelings for you, or if she was just indulging herself.

“Charming as always,” Alcina said. “Now are you coming to lunch or not?”

“Eh, I don’t think so. As much as I’d like to, I won’t get any work done for the rest of the day if I go.”

“I can understand that,” Alcina nodded. Moonlight serenade began to play again and she smiled, slowly swaying her head back and forth. “I do so love this song.” You smiled up at her and stood from your chair, leaning against the desk.

“I do too. It really calms me down.”

Alcina smirked at you and batted her eyes gently. “Am I making you nervous?”

“No, no,” you chuckled nervously, “I just- you know, it’s been a long day with these papers. Just spikes up my anxiety sometimes. That’s all.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you from your work.” You frowned and felt your heart sink. You didn’t want her to leave, you wanted to spend more time with her. Work be damned, you could always come in tomorrow and do the rest.

“Oh no, no. You’re not keeping me from my work.” You tried not to seem too obvious and attempted to be cool about it, not wanting to come off as desperate. Again, the ends of her lips curved upwards as you walked over to her from the other side of the desk. She looked you up and down quickly, her face glowing from the sun’s rays, wrinkles and laugh lines more defined.

“Good,” she said, stepping closer. You were inches from each other. You could feel your face heating up and you had butterflies in your stomach. Alcina reached up for a loss button on your collar shirt and buttoned it up. “This was lose.” You both stepped forward slightly, the music ringing in your ears. For months now, you wanted to grab the older woman’s face and smash your lips onto hers hard, rip her clothes off, run your hands down her back and hold her close to you in your arms.

“Thank you,” you said. “Umm….” Should you take a chance? “Alcina, I was wondering….” What if she said no and rejected your advances? Did she actually like you, or was she just stringing you on? What if you mistook her friendship for something more? What if she felt uncomfortable by you and stopped talking all together?

“Yes YN?” Alcina asked, looking back into your eyes.

“Would you….” You were too nervous to ask her and instead let your body do it for you. You reached a hand up, offering a dance. Alcina blushed down at you and took it. You felt your face melt off from heat and your stomach leaped. You felt her fingers close around your hand and placed your hand on her hip while she rested hers on your shoulder. You awkwardly swayed back and forth on your feet and held Alcina close.

“YN, do you actually know how to dance?” Alcina asked chuckling. You were far too happy to care, lost in her beauty and enjoying this moment that you had been killing for.

“No, not really.”

“Well, perhaps I’ll teach you.”

“You know… I would really like that.”

“As would I.” You felt your heart melt and followed her lead, trying not to step on her feet. Having Alcina in your arms like this, dancing with her, moving your hips with hers, it was a dream come true. Not exactly how you pictured things going, but it was even better than what you imagined. You wanted more of Alcina, wanted to spend more time with her, wanted to know her better, you wanted her to love you back. You fell hard for this woman the day you met her and you were getting antsy and impatient after all these months of waiting. You didn’t want to scare Alcina off knowing she did not trust most people and waited patiently for her.

It finally paid off. Alcina rested her head on your shoulder and wrapped her arms around your neck. You locked your arms around her waist and held her close to your body. “You know, I’ve liked you for some time now, YN.”

“Really?” you smiled. Alcina lifted her head up slightly.

“Have I not made that clear with all the passes I’ve made and the flirtatious jokes?”

“Hahaha, no you have. I just… I respect you, Alcina. I know it’s hard for you to trust people and I don’t want to push you. But, I really like you.” You gently began rubbing her back softly as the music played on.

“Thank you, YN. I know I can be… difficult sometimes at reciprocating feelings.”

“Worth the wait, Professor.” Alcina smiled and looked at you. You stared back at her and grinned, leaning in to her face until her lips touched yours. Alcina gently caressed your face and deepened the kiss with you. You held her tightly against you, not ever wanting to let go of this perfect woman.

Yeah, the wait was definitely worth it.

[mama-bun]

chocolate chip dino waffles and eggs

“MOMMMMYYYY!” i hear him whine as he pads over to my desk, “inside voices, sweetpea. inside voices.” i remind him. he whines again and stomps a bit, “hungry. hungry. mommy i hungry.” he tugs at my dress to make sure he knows he was one serious boy. i look at him and smile, “buggy is hungry, i see, i see… what would the little boy like to eat?”

and that little mischievous look on his face said it all, “candy.”

“absolutely not, honeybear. that’s a treat, not a meal or snackie.” i hum and tap my chin, “how about… waffles and eggs?” i suggest happily.

his eyes light up and he squeals as he tugs more on my dress, “chocolate! chocolate!” he said loudly, and i gently ruffle his hair, “a little quieter baby, inside voices.” i remind him once more, after all, he is just a tiny tot.

“okay… chocolate chip waffles with eggs… but… how about dinosaur shaped ones?” i ask as i take his hand and lead him to the kitchen, but not before grabbing up his teether and clipping it to his overalls, “there you go.” he was happy with that for sure, chewing on the teether happily as i guided him to the kitchen to help me make our yummy lunch.

“mmm… nnn… mama…” he whines softly as i let go of his hand, “mm… hold.” he mumbles as he grabs my hand again, “oh… sweetheart, mommy needs both of her hands to make our food, how about you hold onto my dress instead? we need to make sure i have both hands baby bug.”

he shakes his head and instead sits on the floor and opens a cabinet, digging through the plates and finding a sectioned plate with sharks on it and a green spoon, “want… use…” he holds it up over his head, “egg.” he pointed to the smaller section of the plate, “mhm, you want your eggs in that part of the plate? okay, little beetle, mama will make sure they go in that one.” i smile.

he giggles and closes the cabinet, and opens it again, and closes it once more, i laugh softly and quickly grab a little fidget board off the counter, “here honey… noises.” i smile, turning one of the knobs to make it click. and his eyes lit up as he snatched it from my hands, “be gentle… take gently.” i remind him.

little ones needed reminders, he was just a baby after all.

as i make the waffles and his eggs, he sat quietly staring up at me and occasionally shaking a rattle he had grabbed.

he was such a little cutie!

“okay little one, let’s sit at the table. no toys at the table while we eat.” i say as i grab his sippy cup and fill it with apple juice and water it down. i carry his plate to the table and set it in front of him with his sippy, “Here you go… and some sliced banana.” i point to the other section of the plate next to the eggs.

he nods happily and smiles. “eat up baby bug.”

“love you mommy. thank you.”

“i love you too sweet boy.”

[lavender-long-stories]

✿ Monday Sneak Peaks ✿

The Best Revenge Chapter 31 | ShikaHina ✿ Ongoing

Naruto sighed, breaking his silence. “You told me that you love me. Was that all a lie?” A heartbreaking start. Hinata would like to lie to him, to let him hate her but that wouldn’t help either of them in the long run. “No.” Naruto straightened uncomfortably. “You told me…” “I told you that you were what I had dreamed of for years.” Hinata interrupted him. She knew what she said. She didn’t need to be reminded.

House Husband Chapter 02 | ItaHina ✿ Ongoing

Itachi took another pill, but the pain didn’t seem to be going away. He didn’t even want to eat. He pushed his lunch into the trash and leaned back. Maybe it was getting worse because it was something that he shouldn’t be ignoring. Whatever it was, he had a good feeling that he could blame it on this job. There were hundreds of diseases that could be caused by stress. It was what killed his father, and it would probably claim him one day as well. This chair, this office, this whole executive floor was a death sentence.

Better Late Chapter 12 | SasuHina ✿ Ongoing

Sasuke grumbled to himself and grabbed his water. He winced, stretching his hand out, aggravating the cut on his knuckles that was still clotting. Hinata reached forward to move food to his plate. “Do you need help or maybe a fork?” Sasuke cleared his throat. “I’m fine.” He grabbed his chopsticks with his non-dominant hand and stabbed them into a piece of meat. “My jaw hurts.” Naruto whimpered as he chewed. Good.

A Kiss Between Strangers Chapter 23 | GaaHina ✿ Ongoing

Hinata leaned over. “I want you to be nice to him.” “You keep saying that.” Hanabi puffed her cheeks out. “What do you think I am going to do?” “I think you are going to bully and tease him like you do to me and Neji,” Hinata replied. Hanabi’s mouth fell open in disgust. “I do not bully you.” Hinata didn’t argue, but her eyebrows came up in disbelief, made her argument for her. Seriously? Hanabi crossed her arms. She could be nice.

Riding Hearts Chapter 26 | Akatsuki x Hinata ✿ Ongoing

Hidan pointed up at the stuffed toys. “Do you still have the sheep?” “Of course.” Hinata lifted her head to look at the selection. “I sleep with it.” Hidan turned his head away quickly to hide the heat in his face. Stop it. Stop it. Man up, damn it. His eyes fell on a stuffed toy, and he pointed at it. “I am winning the dinosaur.” “I don’t need another plush,” Hinata told him. “It’s for me.” He announced, putting money down on the table.

All Stories ✿ Completed Stories ✿ One Shots

[melanieph321]

Lichantony - Lisandro The Babysitter

Thank you @ori0 for this gif that made me want to write Lichantony again.❤️

Summary - Antony is in a bind and needs someone to take care of his energetic four year old son, Lorenzo, for the day. Reluctantly, Lisandro agrees to help, despite having zero experience with children.

Enjoy!

As Antony dropped off little Lorenzo at Lisandro's doorstep, he rattled off a series of instructions, leaving Lisandro feeling overwhelmed. "Make sure he eats his meals, takes his afternoon nap, and keep him entertained. He loves dinosaurs, so try to play with his toy dinosaur collection if you can. Oh, and I almost forgot, he's afraid of the dark, so make sure all the lights are on. Thanks, Licha, I owe you big time!"

"Um....right."

The house went quiet with Antony shutting the door behind him. Suddenly Lisandro wass left with a kid who hadn't been taught that it's rude to stare.

"What?" He hissed at the child.

"What are we gonna do today?"

"Watch TV."

Lisandro helped Lorenzo with his things, hanging the childs jacket and backpack on a hook in thehallway.

"But I'm hungry." Lorenzo said, as Lisandro gave the kid a quick tour of his apartment, settling in the living room.

"You can eat in front of the TV."

Lisandro flipped through the channels to find somthing child appropiate to watch. "Fear Factor. You like that show don't you?"

"No."

Lisandro ignored the boy and left him to make a light snack in the kitchen. He grabbed a caprisun from the fridge and a couple of apples from the fruit bowl, which he cut into ridiculously small pieces, muttering, "No one is choking on my watch."

He returned to the living room to see Lorenzo's eyes glued to the TV, an expression of terror on his faces.

"What? What's happening?" Lisandro rushed forward with the apples and caprisun, joining Lorenzo on the couch.

"Why are they making people eat those bugs?" Lorenzo covered his eyes with his hands.

"Don't look away." Lisandro laughed. "This is the best part."

"I don't wanna see." The boy cried.

"Oh come on."

As the only responsible adult in the house, Lisandro felt compelled to grabbed the remote and shut off the TV. Only then did little Lorenzo drop his hands from his face.

"How about we go to the park?"

"Yay!"

Kids could entertain themselves at the park, he thought, with all the swings and monkeybars they had down there. The first real obstacle Lisandro faced babysitting Lorenzo, came when they got back home to have lunch.

Unsure of his dietary preferences, Lisandro presented an assortment of snacks and a bowl of macaroni and cheese. Lorenzo picked at his food, making a mess in the process that left Lisandro both amused and exasperated. Eventually, after much coaxing and some silly faces, Lorenzo finished his meal, albeit with orange cheese stains on his clothes.

"Bathroom, now!" Lisandro ordered. "And don't touch anything on your way there."

After lunch, it was time for Lorenzo afternoon nap. Lisandro tried his best to create a quiet and calm environment, but Lorenzo had other plans. He resisted the idea of napping, running around the apartment like a mini cyclone. Lisandro finally resorted to playing a soothing lullaby, which eventually lulled Lorenzo into slumber.

"I wanna go home."

Around six a clock Lisandro had some of his friends come over to watch a game played in the Argentinian football league. They were all having a good time, eating take out and being a bit too loud. It is what must have woken little Lorenzo up as he appeared in front of the TV with a blanket wrapped around his body.

"Home, what do you mean?" Lisandro tapped the cuchens beside him. "Come watch the game with us." He hoped that would get the kid to move out of the way, however, Lorenzo shook his head and started to wail, tears flowing like a river.

"I want my, Pãi. I want to go home!"

"Jesus Licha, make it stop." His friends cupped their ears with their hands.

There was a gut groping feeling watching Lorenzo run off with tears in his eyes.

Lisandro stood. "Guys, I think you better leave."

"Leave, why should we leave?" It was Lisandro who had invited them after all.

"Just leave please, I need a minute with the kid."

Displeased, his friends did what they were told, leaving Lisandro alone with Lorenzo. He found him hiding out in the guestroom, which Lisandro had his maids make childproof for the night.

He knocked on the door. "Lorenzo, can I come in?"

"No."

The boy lay on the bed, his little body trembling with his quiet sniffles.

"Come on, don't do that to your uncle." Lisandro entered the room, approaching the bed

Lorenzo turned his head, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes. "Você não é meu tio." (You are not my uncle.)

"Not your real uncle, no. But your dad is like a brother to me, which means I care about you too."

"Like my tio?"

Lisandro sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to tousle Lorenzo curls with his hand. "Exactly like your tio." He smiled.

"Pãi says that you are his best friend."

"We are more than best friend's. I love your dad very much. Someday you might understand."

Lorenzo nodded. "I understand, I love Pãi very much too."

"Well he'll be glad to hear that."

With Lorenzo finally wiping his tears Lisandro took a moment to catch his breath. He marveled at the unexpected challenges of childcare but found himself smiling at the thought of spending time with such a vibrant and imaginative little boy.

As the two of them still had a couple of hours to kill before Lorenzo's bedtime, Lisandro discovered a newfound talent for pretending to be a dinosaur. He roared, stomped, and chased after Lorenzo throughout the apartment, their laughter filling the air. They spent hours building imaginary dinosaur habitats, complete with makeshift caves and foliage.

However, as the evening approached, Lisandro realized that they hadn't prepared dinner yet. Panicking, he quickly rummaged through the fridge, desperately searching for something easy and kid-friendly to make. With a sigh of relief, he found a frozen pizza. Lisandro popped it into the oven, and soon the delicious aroma filled the room.

Eventually lights started to flicker, signaling dusk. Remembering Antony's mention that Lorenzo afraid of the dark, Lisandro turned on every lamp in the house. The warm glow illuminated the room, creating a cozy atmosphere. However as Lisandro lay in his own bed ready to call it the night, there was a light knock on his door.

"Yes?"

Lorenzo pocked his head through, seeing that Lisandro was still awake the boy rushed over to his bed.

"What is it, can't sleep?"

Lorenzo nodded, stretching his arms up in the air. Lisandro sighed but reached out to lift up the boy, welcoming him into his bed.

"But no kicking." He warned. "Or you'll be left sleeping on the floor, got it?"

The boy gave half a nod before he lay knocked out asleep. Lisandro shook his head in disbelief and reached out to dim the lights in his room.

Lorenzo did not respect the no kicking rule, but Lisandro was just glad that the boy hadn't woken up during the night, scared of the dark or crying for his dad.

When Antony arrived the next morning, Lisandro was at the door, exhausted but content.

"How did it go?" Antony asked.

"Next time you need a sitter get somebody else to do it."

Antony's face erupted in braud smile. "Thanks Licha, I owe you one."

Lorenzo stepped into his shoes and followed his dad out the door. However, halfway towards the elevator he decided to run back to were Lisandro stood watching them in his doorway.

"Bye uncle Lisandro!"

Lisandro stumbled backwards as he was ambushed with a big hug from Lorenzo.

"See you next time." He waved before returning to his dad.

Antony shrugged his shoulders, so did Lisandro. He waved back. "See you later kid!"

[spillways-of-your-soul]

Lost Souls & Lifelines

a/n~ Sometimes an idea really just grabs hold and doesn’t let go, this is my first full length fic for this fandom so be gentle 👀… also @the-moon-in-the-gutter said Dew has dinosaurs and I stole their idea and ran with it 😂

Rain x Dewdrop

WC: 2.1k+

Rain would always retreat to his room when he wasn’t fully sure how he was feeling. With a heavy chest and a foggy mind, slowly catapulting him back to a time in which he’d hide himself fully from the world. He’d sink down to his knees beside his bed and lean forward, pressing his cheek firmly against the cool wood of the floor boards and reach his free arm out, pulling an old battered tin lunch pail out from under his bed. 

Sitting back on his feet he would pop open the lunch pail, and a wave of relief and excitement would wash over him as he carefully plucked out -one by one- the small collection of plastic toy sharks that lived there. A soft smile caressing the Guppy’s face as he lined them up across the floor in front of him in size order. A soft and excited squeal escaped him as he pushed his leopard shark into its place between the pyjama shark and dwarf lantern shark figurines. 

He’d begin to mumble to himself, soft words forming sentences, facts about the sharks laid out in front of him that no one but himself would hear. A smile spreading across his face as the fingers on his left hand danced in a way that satisfied his need for sensory input, the sides of his fingers rubbing together in a quick but calming motion. It was then that he noticed a small figurine he knew wasn’t in his collection the last time he had played with it. 

“Sea lion… pinnipeds closely related to walruses and seals. Carnivorous, social, and smart mammal - nothing like me.” Rain was giggling to himself as he slowly listed off some of the facts he could recall about sea lions. Plucking the small gray figurine out of the tin he held it up, turning it this way and that in his hands. He was looking for markings, a makers mark, copyright mark or even a price tag to indicate where it had come from. He leaned forward and shifted the line of sharks he had made, making a space between his pyjama and dwarf lantern shark figurines. A soft giggle escaped him as he took in his army of sea animals, the anxious feeling beginning to leave his body.

He began to feel the weight on his chest slowly disperse as he fought through the brain fog to dig up any and all facts about the animals in front of him as he could. The soft knocking of someone’s knuckles against his bedroom door shook him from his thoughts and he looked up, turning his attention to the door that was slowly being pushed open. 

“Hey Gup? Mountain said you weren’t feeling great and said you needed tea. He seems to think that tea is a magical cure all. Chamomile I think he said. Something about calming your nerves?” Dew kept his voice light as he stepped into the room and clicked the door shut gently behind him. 

“Did you know that in the wild, sea lions can live up to twenty years and they’re considered an endangered species? Oh! And pyjama sharks are a part of the cat shark species - they’re bottom dwellers that eats all the little fishies!” Rain spoke quickly and with genuine excitement as he help up both figurines for Dew to see. 

The fire ghoul shook his head and slowly made his way over to were Rain sat cross legged on the floor and lowered himself to be seated next to the water ghoul. He waited patiently for Rain to place his figurines back in their homes down his long line up and reached over, gently placing the steaming hot cup in the Guppy’s hands.   Rain lifted the cup to his lips and blew against the steaming liquid before carefully sipping from the cup. 

“Mountain says chamomile tea helps relax the body and mind. He always makes me a cup when he knows my mind is foggy.” The water ghoul lifted the cup to his lips and took another sip of the liquid, letting his eyes flutter shut as the warmth of the tea warmed his chest. 

A soft smile spread across Dews face as he reached out and placed a hand against Rains shoulder. Rain placed the cup down on the ground next to him and reached forward, scooping up half of his sharks and began to stack them on the floor in front of him, biggest to smallest in a triangle formation. A huff of disapproval slipped past Rains lips as his tower toppled over and the smallest dwarf lantern shark figurine slid under the bed. 

“Damn it… he lives there now. Did you know that dwarf lantern sharks have light-emitting organs called photophores along its belly and fins so it can camouflage in shallow water?” Rain rambled off, leaning to the side and slid his arm under the bed to retrieve the lost shark. Dew watched intently as Rain began to line the sharks up once more. 

They sat in silence for a while, Dews eyes never leaving the meticulous way Rain was moving the sharks, placing them together by size, color and species. It was then that Dew realized this was the most he had ever heard the water ghoul speak - the younger lad always opting to stay quiet and sit in his own corner of the abbey most days. He reached out and ruffled Rains hair, sending a soft shiver up the length of the Guppy’s spine.

“Thank you.” Rains voice was light and he fixed his gaze on the sea lion that sat comfortably amongst the sharks.

“For the tea? That was all Mount, I was just the delivery boy.” Dew chuckled, leaning over to bump his shoulder up against Rains. The water ghoul shook his head lightly and reached out, scooping the little sea lion up into his grasp and cradled the little figurine gently. A chuckle escaped Rains lips as he placed the sea lion in the palm of his hand and held it up for Dew to see. 

“I know it was you. You’re the only one who knows about my collection, much to my dismay. Mist is the only one who knows about my new found interest in sea lions. You got this when you went to town with her didn’t you?” He asked, turning his head to face Dew. A crimson blush spread across the fire ghouls cheeks and he averted his attention elsewhere. 

“Hey I apologized for stumbling in on you in a vulnerable state and showed you my dinosaurs so you knew it was okay.” Dew chuckled, ruffing the Guppy’s hair once more

“But if my memory serves right you had all the sharks that the store we were in had. The sea lion was the only different sea animal they had that wasn’t a boring fish. Mist didn’t tell me they were a new special interest.” Rains cheeks glowed a light blue at the memory of Dew helping him stand from the same spot where he sat now, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, steering the water ghoul towards his room. 

“It’s okay, you know, to need or want to be little, either up here or out in the open sometimes.” Dew said, slowly directing Rain towards his hallway, the one lined with drawings some of the others had done while in little headspace. 

Dew knew Rain was nervous, having always retreated to his room and never sought out a care giver while he was regressed. He slowly walked the water ghoul into his room and shut the door softly behind them. 

“See my collection? My favorite dinosaur is the Dilophosaurus, like how the pyjama shark is your favorite shark.” Rain cocked his head to the side and made eye contact with Dew - something the Guppy struggled with and furrowed his brows, causing his nose to scrunch up. 

“The diloph-what? And how do you know about pyjama sharks?” Rain asked, reaching up to cup his own chin in his hand. A soft red blush bloomed across the fire ghouls cheeks as he reached out, grabbing the dilophosaurus figurine and handed it to Rain. 

“You talk in your sleep sometimes, Gup, and it’s always about sharks. Facts I’d assume.” Dew chuckled, watching as Rain turned the figurine he had handed him this way and that, examining the features. 

“Dilophosaurus.”  Rain sounded the name out slowly, wracking his brain for any facts he may have stumbled upon during his library adventures. 

“It’s okay to collect the things that make you happy, and to play with toys. I’ll let you in on a little secret, Swiss has this old beat up possum stuffed animal I gave him forever ago and Aurora? She has princess dolls she likes to play with. We all have our things that help us through times of stress, it’s okay to have your sharks - even if you keep them hidden from sight.” 

The water ghoul shook his head as he felt Dews hand placed gently against the back of his head, rubbing soft circles into his scalp. It was then that Rain realized the emotions that were displayed across his face, his vision blurry from the tears that threatened to fall. He wasn’t sure why the memory sparked such emotion in his chest and he turned his head to capture Dews gaze, leaning his head forward and pressed it to Dews. 

“You’re okay, Gup, I promise. It’s okay to feel the big feelings in your chest and mind. You don’t have to be ashamed.” Rain sniffled and shifted where he sat, pressing his body closer against Dew and reached out, gently wrapping his arms around Dew’s midsection. A soft smile spread across the fire ghouls face as he reciprocated Rain’s movements and wrapped his arms around the Guppy, gently pulling him into his lap. 

“Dilophosaurus - they’re theropods and carnivorous like sea lions. They weighed around eight hundred pounds and could run up to twenty miles an hour.” Rains voice was softer now, quieter compared to the initial excited tone he had held. A soft smile caressed Dews face as he nodded, listening to Rain fire off even more facts. 

“It’s representation in Jurassic Park is terrible - sorry I know that’s your favorite movie. But they didn’t spit poison - I still don’t understand why that was a defense mechanism- and they didn’t have a flashy neck frill. But they did have the two crests on their heads, that’s what they were named after. And they think it was sexual in nature - ew.” Rain snickered, not wanting to talk about anything of that nature. 

Dew reached up and began to comb his fingers gently through the Guppy’s tangled mop of hair - his recent hair cut giving the fire ghoul less surface area to comb over. Rain responded without thinking, removing his forehead from where it was pressed against Dews and began nuzzling into the fire ghouls hand. Dew kept his nails short, but they were just long enough to deliver a satisfying scratch to Rains scalp. 

A wild blue coloring began to bloom across Rains cheeks and slowly crept down his neck the more he relaxed into Dew. If the Guppy had the capability to purr, he would as shivers danced down his spine and his chest warmed at the gentle touches against his hair and scalp. 

“What if we go to the aquarium before we go to dinner on Valentines Day? And then we can see where the night takes us.” Dew kept his voice soft, shimmying his shoulders against Rain as he spoke. Rains jaw dropped and he reached over, pushing lightly on the fire ghouls shoulder. 

“EWW-UH! I know where your mind went and that’s… eww-uh. But… but maybe we can go to the aquarium when they open and then the museum where they have the dinosaur exhibit. That…. That would be fun.” Rain raised his gaze to meet Dews, taking in the coloring of the fire ghouls eyes before letting his gaze wander. 

“Is that what you would like to do? Go to both places before dinner?” Dew asked, moving his hand from the back of Rains head forward to cup his cheek in his palm. Rain nodded softly, not wanting to make the wrong decision as he wasn’t usually the one to make the decisions. 

“Okay so we’ll do both, and get dinner. How’s that sound Gup?” It was then that Rain realized the anxiety in his chest had lifted and his thoughts were becoming clearer. 

“I can show you the sharks and we can pet the rays and see the sea lions up close. Did you know sea lions can paint too?!” Rain spoke, excitement returning to his voice as he leaned forward and scooped up his sea lion figure once more. A soft sigh escaped Dew as he let Rain get comfortable on his lap, wrapping his arms gently around the Guppy and pressed a soft kiss to the side of Rains head, happy to be trapped under the weight of the water ghoul on his lap. 

[strscrossed]

Can you make a ficlet about nanny Mikasa taking care of widower Eren's youngest son?

sure can! eren's working from home but he can't watch the kids so that's where nannykasa comes in! for context: max is his eldest son and leo is his youngest. max is 6 and leo is 2.

The Jaeger boys were by no means easy, but Mikasa adored them anyway. Thankfully, Max had started school so he would be gone till the mid-afternoon. Mikasa smiled as she sat on the floor of the nursery, watching little Leo pick up a toy.

"What color is that dinosaur?" Mikasa asked, gently.

"Gween!" the boy squealed happily.

"Very good!" Mikasa clapped, causing the child to beam. "Just like your eyes!"

The boy started to growl and roar as he imagined a dinosaur would but Mikasa motioned at him to be quiet.

"Shh, daddy is working, you don't want to disturb him do you?"

The little boy shook his head and offered Mikasa another one of his dinosaurs. He was good at listening and never had to be told more than once what to do. So, maybe he was a little easier than his brother but it didn't matter.

She enjoyed the time she spent with this family. She'd been fresh out of college when she found this job from a job posting. It was a young widower with two boys, aged 5 and 18 months needing a nanny. She didn't think she had a chance considering the family and how competitive it probably would be. The interview went well enough, she thought. Eren Jaeger wasn't an easy man to talk to or interview with. His whole demeanor was just intense though she couldn't really blame him in that instance. He liked her enough to give her the job and over a year later, she was still their live in nanny.

She adored this family and maybe it was a little unprofessional but she started to think of them as her family. After all, she was raising them.

And little Leo liked to show off. When he was done playing with his dinosaurs, he made sure she watched as he placed his toys back in the toy box.

He started playing with his trucks and Mikasa gently reminded him not to make so much noise.

The thing about the terrible twos were that he had so much energy but he tired himself out very easily. He rubbed his eyes.

"Sleepy?"

"Nooooo," he said.

"Hmm, I think you are. Time for a nap."

He wanted to protest but when Mikasa scooped him up, he didn't bother. He was sound asleep when she reached his room and tucked him into the sheets. She kissed the top of his head.

Through the whole thing, she felt a presence behind her.

"Yes, Mr. Jaeger?" she asked, quietly. "I'm sorry, I was just setting Leo down."

The man leaned against the door frame. Since he was working from home, he hadn't bothered changing out of his t-shirt or pajamas. He hadn't bothered to shave either. His muscular arts were on full display and Mikasa had to mentally slap herself to make herself behave.

Sure he was hot, but he was her employer!

"You do a good job with him," he told her. And he gave her one of his rare smiles. She might've melted if she had less control. "But no, I didn't need anything. There's still time before Max gets off school, would you like to have lunch with me?"

Lately, he'd been asking her to eat with him or stopped to chat with her whenever he could. Again, Eren Jaeger wasn't an easy person to get to know but he seemed to relax around her.

"I would love to."

She might've imagined it, but there was a slight red tinge to his cheeks as he turned around and headed down to the kitchen...

[kyokittymeow]

Twins ~ (Acronix and Krux BUT kids version! :D)

Time twins oneshot i wrote in march

"Give it to me!"

"No, that's mine!"

"But I want to play with it too!"

"No!"

Alex sighed as she heard her children arguing. She was in the middle of preparing lunch, but barely five minutes had passed and the two were fighting again.

"Jeez, what's going on this time?" she said in a loving voice as she went into the living room where her sons were sitting on the floor playing with their toys. The younger brother tugged at his older brother's plush dinosaur, who in turn clutched it tightly.

Alex couldn't help but grin in amusement at this scene. "Acronix, Krux, what's wrong?" she repeated the question. "Mom! Krux won't let me play!" Krux grumbled: "The dinosaur is mine! You can't have it."

Acronix stuck out his tongue. "Stupid brother!" Alex giggled and leaned down to her eldest son. "But Krux, sweetie," she began gently. "Twins share everything."

Krux stubbornly turned away and hugged his stuffed animal even tighter. "But I don't want to.." Acronix wrinkled his nose in annoyance and stood up. "Then I'll just play with something else!"

He padded towards the toy box. "I don't want that stupid dinosaur anymore." Krux makes a pouting face. "It's not a stupid dinosaur..." he muttered. Alex stood up again. "Behave, okay?" she said kindly but firmly. "It will be a while before the food is ready."

"Awww!" Acronix whined as he threw toys out of the box. "I hate waiting!"

"You'll clean that up afterwards, understand?" her mother reminded him with a look at the mess her son had made in a matter of seconds. "Yeaaah..." he replied without looking up. He was already busy with his wooden figures.

Alex smiled softly before stepping back into the kitchen.

A little later, when the food was served and everyone was sitting at the table and eating, Krux suddenly started to growl. "Hey, stop it!" He glared at his brother. "Mom! Acronix won't stop kicking me!"

Acronix grinned mischievously. "Not true!"

"Yes, it is!" Krux replied angrily.

"Nixie, stop annoying your brother," Alex said calmly. Acronix grumbled to himself, but left him in peace.

"I'm full!" he then declared. Alex eyed the peas on his plate that he hadn't touched. "You should eat the vegetables as well." Acronix grimaced in disgust. "I don't like the green stuff! I want pudding!"

“You won’t get dessert until you’ve finished your plate,” Alex replied. Acronix sighed and poked the peas with his fork. "You're strange," Krux said. "I like peas."

Acronix looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before grabbing his plate and pouring the peas onto Krux's plate. The older twin stared at him in horror. "Hey! What are you doing?!"

"You said you like peas. So you can have mine too!" He grinned deviously and then looked at his mother with an expression of innocence. "My plate is empty, can I get dessert now?"

Alex shook her head with a smile. "I'm sorry, that's not how it works."

Acronix groaned defeatly.

After dinner, Alex cleaned up the kitchen while the boys went back playing in the living room. But not much time passed before suddenly a pitiful sob was heard. Alex was startled, dropped everything and rushed into the living room.

"Kids! What happened?" She looked worriedly down at Krux, who was lying on his face on the floor. Acronix stood innocently by, looking puzzled. Alex knelt down to Krux and helped him to his feet. He whimpered, thick tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"What happened?" she asked again gently. "I got hurt..." he murmured. “He tripped and fell on his face,” Acronix said with a cheeky grin. "Clumsy!" Krux looked at him offended, but said nothing, instead snuggling close to his mother.

Alex's heart warmed. “Oh, it's not that bad, little one,” she purred. Krux just huffed and clung to her. Alex gently stroked his head. Acronix padded towards the two and grabbed his brother's hand. "Come on, let's keep playing!" he said encouragingly. "Then you'll feel better again." The older twin sniffed and rubbed his nose with his fist. "Mhm..."

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"Boys! You should be in bed by now." Alex stood at the doorstep of their room, looking at the twins with a slightly stern gaze. "We are," replied Acronix, who was sitting on the bed with his brother and flicked through a book. They were both already in their pajamas, but took every opportunity to avoid going to sleep yet.

"It's already late," Alex reminded the two of them and walked towards them. "Off to bed." Acronix grumbled, but obediently slipped under the covers. Krux did the same and clutched his plush. "Mom, can you read us a story?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah! A bedtime story!" Acronix repeated excitedly. Alex giggled in amusement. "All right. But then you'll go to sleep." She grabbed a random children's book from the shelf and snuggled up between her sons.

It was pretty tight with three of them. It's about time the boys slept in separate beds. At some point they would run out of space.

After a while, when she wasn't even halfway through the book, Alex noticed that the brothers had fallen asleep. She smiled, closed the book and carefully got out of bed without waking them both. Before she left the room, she turned off the lamp and placed a kiss on both of their foreheads.

"Sleep well, sweethearts."

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In the middle of the night, when Alex was already asleep in her own bed, she was suddenly awakened by a gentle shaking. "Mom...?"

Grumbling, she turned around and saw Krux, who was standing somewhat lost next to the bed and staring down at her with large golden-yellow eyes.

"Is everything okay, my angel?" she asked sleepily. "Can't sleep?" Krux looked down and shook his head. She sat up and ruffled his soft hair. "Again, huh?"

It wasn't the first time that Krux came into Alex's room at night and complained about having trouble falling asleep. She had absolutely no idea why that was the case. Luckily this didn't happen every night, but it still often enough that it was noticeable.

"Come on, little one," Alex whispered and stood up. She picked up her son and carried him back to the children's room. Then she lay down with him in the bed next to Acronix, who was sleeping soundly.

Krux snuggled close to her while Alex gently stroked his head. A method that usually got him to sleep.

"Mom?" Krux whispered sleepily. "Hmm?"

"I...I sometimes have nightmares."

Alex raised her eyebrows in interest. "What kind of nightmares are you having?" The boy hesitated for a moment. "It's really weird. I wake up in a strange room that I've never seen before and I'm all alone."

"You're all alone?" she repeated. Krux nodded slowly. "Acronix isn't there...and you aren't there either...That scares me." He snuggled even closer to his mother. "You don't have to be afraid," Alex comforted him. "It's just a dream. We would never leave you alone."

Krux looked up at her with wide, worried eyes. "Promise...?"

"Promise."

He breathed a sigh of relief and laid his head back on her shoulder.

After a few minutes Krux fell asleep again. She smiled lovingly, slowly slipping out of bed and covering him with the blanket. Then she quietly left the room. "Good night, boys."

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🍀Really Fun Stuff I’ve Done Growing Up🍀 🍃I went to an autism summer camp. It was located in a school building (Because no students would be there during vacation). We would go swimming, have lunch together, go to a farm (Which had ponies, kittens, chicks, sheep, cows and other animals). There was a trampoline as well as several themed sensory experiences (Like the beach room for example, you could play with sand or the tent room, you could read books there in low lights). After you finished your time there, you’d get a medal to take home with the dozens of photos in your binder! You could paint, do crafts and play with so many fidget toys too! I went there multiple summers when I was younger 🍃I went to the dinosaur pool on my birthday for several years. Basically, it’s something I would only do with my Dad, his girlfriend and my stepbrother. It was a dinosaur themed hotel with hot tubs, a water slide and a huge pool. We’d celebrate my birthday by renting the room closest to the pool area, eating homemade cake and ordered pizza! ✨If you have questions feel free to ask✨

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Wreckless - Dinosaurs

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

I rinse and then float a bit and swim enough to get warm.

By the time I'm heading back to shore, Finnegan has the toys out and his adorable hat on.

"Hey, I had a thought."

"I liked your thought last night, Emmett. Is this another one like that?"

No, unfortunately it isn't quite that good.

"No. I was thinking that we need to have lunch pretty soon and we're not going to want to stop building the sand castle. How about we go play miniature golf at the dinosaur place you saw yesterday? Then we can have lunch and come back afterwards to build the castle? I know you want to do it now but that way we'll have almost all afternoon."

I'm not sure that's going to fly but it really is a better use of our day.

"I love miniature golf."

That I know, he had a blast last time.

"And I really wanna build a castle. But I want a big awesome castle. How much time till lunch?"

"About an hour, perfect for golf and they probably have somewhere to eat close by or we can grab something at the house and get changed before golf. Are you hungry yet?"

He had two breakfasts but didn't really eat much.

"Yes. I wanna go change and then eat first. We can golf and then you promise we can come back?"

"Of course, Finnegan."

If I rinse our suits and put them out by the pool they'll probably be mostly dry by the time we get back.

We really only need his rash guard, we're accumulating swim trunks at an astonishing rate.

All of this is really too much planning... I need to relax because it will all work out.

"I like dinosaurs," he says as we head back to the house.

I need to find him some dinosaur undies or toys.

I wasn't sure how he felt about them until he practically crawled out of the window yesterday on the way to the Crab House.

He was pointing and bouncing in his seat at the huge dinosaurs.

I can't lie, they're pretty amazing and I totally understand why Finnegan was so excited.

Twenty minutes later we're eating cheeseburgers next door to the dinosaur place.

He looks so normal compared to the sand covered boy in a shark outfit I was with all morning but he's mentally the same.

"Slow down, they're not busy so we can go whenever."

He's going to choke if he keeps shoving hamburger into his face at this rate.

He's too busy staring at the T-rex to pay me any mind.

"Emmett?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm done. I want a red ball. Can I have a red one?"

One of the simpler things he's asked for although honestly... I've read horror stories of bratty littles and he just isn't.

He's really pretty easy which is good because I have no idea what I'm doing.

"If they have red, you can have red but I'm not finished yet. Will you wait for me?"

"Of course. Can you hurry?"

No. I plan on actually chewing my lunch.

"Patience, young grasshopper."

"Grasshopper? You can call me that. I like it."

Kind of long for a nickname but it's cute... We'll see. 

He certainly bounces around like one sometimes. 

"It's from an old show my dad liked. Kung Fu or something. One of those shows that's so bad it's good."

I finish up my burger and toss our trash in the can.

"Okay, let's go."

He looks at everything but I've noticed during this trip that little Finn doesn't really like talking to people.

He wanted me to order his burger and now he's leaving me to handle getting our clubs and balls.

It's why he requested red ahead of time.

Ah, I'm starting to figure him out.

'Little Finnegan' is rather shy or maybe it's just easier to stay in head-space when he's not making decisions and speaking to people who don't know he's little.

It makes sense.

He follows me outside and I hand him his club and ball.

"Do you want to keep score?"

"Yes. I'm going to win," he declares, putting his ball down on the little rubber pad.

He's actually pretty good.

He told me last time that he's only played a few times and that was years ago but he's as good as I am, not that that's saying much.

"You might."

We wind our way through the first four holes and at the fifth I can hear the people ahead of us on the course, the path bends around so they're right next to us through some bushes.

"That's not fair, it's cheating. You have to go down the Dino's tail or it doesn't count." a young man says.

Finnegan hits and then it's my turn.

Apparently whoever was getting yelled at over there isn't having it.

"It's not blocked off Rhys... you can go either way," the guy sounds tired and I start to wonder if I'm hearing part of a daddy and little conversation.

I do pretty well... my ball lands about four feet from the hole.

"No daddy..." rings out clear as a bell when I turn around and Finnegan says loudly...

"He called that man daddy."

The bushes part like the red sea and a rather frustrated man... no older than myself says...

"Mind your own business."

Finnegan dashes behind me and that's not okay... so I go through the bushes.

"Hey, he didn't mean anything by it."

Definitely a little... the outfit is more than a dead giveaway.

I can't lie... the other boy is super cute.

"Your boy is loud... which is fine but you can't expect to not get comments from mine. I'm sure yours has said at least one inappropriate thing that you wish he hadn't."

The man's entire face changes and he laughs.

"Shit... I didn't know he was a little too. I'm sorry. I'll apologize to him. And you're right... Rhys doesn't have a volume control. He figures if he can't see you, you can't hear him. I'm Quincy."

"Emmett."

We walk around the corner like civilized people instead of heading through the bushes again.

Finnegan seems more dazed than anything.

"This is Quincy and Rhys," I say by way of introduction.

"And this is Finnegan."

Quincy makes good on his word.

"I'm sorry Finnegan... I was just trying to protect Rhys... just like your daddy protects you. I'm sorry if I scared you."

Rhys runs over and hugs Finn... so fast that he doesn't have time to react. 

"All better? I'm Rhys... I'm five. How old are you?"

Finn looks slightly terrified when Rhys let's go and he's not answering so I do it. 

"He's about seven or eight... when he's in little-headspace... I think."

"Rhys," Quincy warns. "Let's go play golf."