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synity · 2 months ago

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SUNKISSED

(Dino x FemReader)

*fluff, slow burn, vunerability, Exploration of love, fear, and emotional intimacy in a realistic setting, Emotional vulnerability and deepening feelings*

You didn’t expect him to be this good at volleyball. Shirtless, skin glistening in the afternoon sun, Dino leaped up and spiked the ball like he was performing on stage competitive, beaming, and smug.

“I win again,” he grinned, jogging over to where you stood, a cocky twinkle in his eye. “Loser owes the winner shaved ice. Deal’s a deal.”

You rolled your eyes, already digging through your beach bag. “You only won because I was distracted.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “By what?”

“…By you being annoyingly hot.”

Dino blinked, then burst into laughter the kind that made your chest feel full and your face burn under your sunglasses. He leaned in, voice low and teasing.

“So you admit it. You think I’m hot.”

You tried to look away, but his hand caught your wrist. Gently, not possessive just enough to make your heart race. He pulled you a little closer, sandy feet barely touching yours.

“You know,” he murmured, “I didn’t bring you to the beach just for volleyball.”

You arched an eyebrow. “No?”

He shook his head. “I wanted to see you in the sun. Laughing. Smiling. Relaxing. You’ve been working so hard, you don’t even realize how tired you look. I wanted to spoil you a little.”

The words knocked the breath out of you.

You tried to respond, but he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead first. Then one on your nose. And finally, a soft kiss on your lips warm, slow, and laced with salt from the sea.

The beach was loud with music and voices, but in that moment, it felt like the world quieted just for you and him.

“Let’s go get that shaved ice,” he said, fingers lacing through yours. “Then we can take a nap under the umbrella. You’ll let me hold you, right?”

You didn’t say anything just squeezed his hand tighter as the two of you walked toward the stand, barefoot and barefoot-in-love.

The sun began to dip lower, casting golden streaks over the horizon, painting Dino’s features in the softest light. The shaved ice in your hand was starting to melt, but neither of you cared not when the air between you felt this light.

You were sitting on a beach towel under a striped umbrella, the sound of waves humming gently behind you. Dino was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, just… watching you.

“Why are you staring?” you teased, scooping another spoonful of mango ice into your mouth.

He tilted his head with a sheepish grin. “You’re just really pretty like this.”

“Like what? Sticky and sweaty and full of sugar?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “exactly that.”

You let out a soft laugh, but then your gaze dropped to the sand. Something in his tone made your heart flutter differently not like the flirty rush earlier, but slower, deeper. He sounded… tender.

“Do you really mean it?” you asked quietly, fiddling with the plastic spoon. “That I look pretty like this? Even without makeup and… all the stuff?”

His smile faltered not in a bad way. Just enough to show that he was listening, seriously.

“Of course I mean it,” he said, voice lowering. “I like the version of you who’s not performing. Who’s just here. With me. Even if you’re tired, even if your hair’s a mess. I think you’re the most beautiful when you’re just being you.”

Your chest tightened. No one had ever said that to you before not like this, not when you were stripped of all the things you usually relied on to feel confident. The sun. The sea. The wind messing up your hair. He saw all of it, and still chose to say you were beautiful.

Dino leaned closer, brushing a grain of sand off your cheek with the back of his fingers. “You don’t have to try so hard around me. You know that, right?”

You nodded slowly, eyes stinging just a little. He didn’t miss it. His fingers slid down to intertwine with yours, giving your hand the softest squeeze.

“Wanna lie down with me?” he asked gently.

You did.

You lay next to him, your back to his chest, his arms around you like a warm blanket. His chin rested lightly on your shoulder, and every now and then, he pressed a quiet kiss to your skin no words, just comfort.

“I think I could stay like this forever,” he murmured after a while.

The sky above was turning lavender. The waves whispered. His heart beat softly against your spine.

And for the first time in a long while, you felt like you could breathe.

The sun had long disappeared below the horizon, but you and Dino stayed. The beach emptied out until it felt like the entire shoreline belonged only to the two of you.

A small bonfire flickered in front of you, the wood crackling softly as Dino shrugged off his light hoodie and draped it over your shoulders. “You’re cold,” he said simply, tugging the zipper up halfway and brushing your hair aside to warm the back of your neck with his palm.

You turned to look at him, the firelight dancing in his eyes. “You always know what I need before I say it.”

He smiled, but softer this time the kind of smile that comes when words aren’t enough.

Then, the two of you lay back on the blanket, staring up at the sky. The stars were faint, washed out by the lingering haze of city glow far in the distance, but enough still glimmered to make you sigh.

Dino reached over and laced his fingers through yours, thumbs brushing lazily.

“You ever think about the future?” he asked quietly, as if he was afraid the ocean would steal the question away.

You blinked. “Sometimes. But it feels scary. Like I’ll mess it up.”

His grip on your hand tightened.

“Then mess it up with me,” he whispered. “I don’t care if it’s chaotic. I just want to be there. I want to be with you through it all.”

Your throat tightened again the way it always did when Dino peeled back his layers and showed you just how soft his heart was, even under all the light jokes and beachside playfulness.

“I’m scared too,” you whispered. “But… I think I want that.”

You turned on your side, facing him fully now. The fire crackled behind you, the stars still blinking quietly above. Dino reached out, cupping your cheek with gentle fingers, his thumb brushing just beneath your eye.

“I’ll make it worth it,” he promised. “Every risk. Every choice. If you let me, I’ll love you like you’ve never been loved before.”

You kissed him.

It was slow not heated, not rushed. Just steady. A promise passed between your mouths. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, as your lips stayed connected through the quiet pull of night.

When you finally pulled away, his forehead pressed against yours. “Let’s stay here a little longer,” he murmured. “Just like this.”

And you did in each other’s arms, under the stars, wrapped in warmth that no beach breeze could ever steal.

The beach had long gone quiet, the fire nothing but glowing embers now. You and Dino walked back to the hotel barefoot, shoes in hand, the salty breeze still lingering in your hair.

He held your hand the whole way not just to keep you close, but to keep himself grounded. Like if he let go, the moment might vanish.

The hotel room was warm when you stepped inside. Familiar. It smelled faintly like sunscreen, clean sheets, and the snacks Dino had bought earlier “just in case.” You both laughed when you saw the untouched bag of cookies on the bedside table.

“I brought those thinking we’d get hungry,” he said, tossing them into the air and catching them with ease. “Guess I was too busy falling in love with you.”

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks betrayed you.

He changed into his oversized shirt and soft cotton shorts, then turned away while you changed. Dino had always respected your pace never rushing, never pushing and now was no different. When you finally climbed into the bed, he was already lying on his side, arm outstretched for you.

You settled into the crook of his body, your cheek against his chest. His heart thumped slow and steady, like a lullaby you never knew you needed.

“You okay?” he murmured into your hair.

“Yeah. Just... overwhelmed. But in a good way.”

Dino nodded. His fingers moved in lazy circles along your back. “It’s okay to be overwhelmed. I get that way around you all the time.”

You tilted your head up. “You do?”

“Of course I do.” He smiled softly, brushing your hair back. “You make me feel things I didn’t know I could. I never thought I’d want something this real.”

There was a vulnerability in his voice, raw and gentle. He wasn’t just the goofy beach boy anymore he was someone who wanted to build something lasting, and he wanted it with you.

“I’m glad it’s with you,” you whispered. “It feels… safe.”

He kissed your forehead and whispered, “I’ll always keep you safe.”

Then he wrapped both arms around you, pulled the blanket up to your chin, and just held you close no expectations, no pressure. Just warmth, closeness, and the soft hum of two hearts beginning to sync.

Outside, the waves crashed gently. Inside, Dino’s breathing slowed, his fingers still brushing along your spine, grounding you in a kind of peace neither of you had known before.

You fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the promise of tomorrow.

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starmocha · 2 months ago

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April Showers Bring May Flowers [Sylus + Daughter ★ 2090 words ★ Masterlist ★ Birdie Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] It was raining again in the N109 Zone. A/N: Sylus’ birthday may be over, but I still had a few people requesting a birthday fic with his daughter, so… I said yes. :’) Tag list: @lavlynyan @alfredosaws @solifloris @nezuswritingdesk @valkyyriia @yes-no-maybe-soo @natimiles @yourlocalcatscammer @callilypso @likewhyareyousoobsessedwithme @qyuin @sylusfluffymeow @asiaticapple @rainbowsnowflake @littleapplle 【 request to be added 】

It was raining again in the N109 Zone, as it always seemed to do come April. It had never bothered Sylus too much, feeling like the rain was cleansing the world of its impurities. God only knew how sinfully infested this nigh eternally dark insidious city he had claimed as his home was. In every dark corner, within the shadows, under the cloak of this endless nighttime, unspeakable criminal acts occurred, a common knowledge among the citizens of this city, but everyone turned a blind eye away unless they wished to also meet an early end.

As Sylus exited his car, returning to Onychinus’ base, his mind was already forgetting the earlier ‘business’ he had to deal with. Another betrayal—an imperfect ambush—another foolish attempt to overthrow him, but as all of the previous attempts on his life, he had handled them with ease, letting his traitorous attackers have their moment of egotistical superiority before he had shown them who was truly higher on the food chain.

To some, it would be so lonely at the top, and perhaps, for years Sylus had truly felt this way as well, though of course, he had never let his mind lingered on those feelings or ever acknowledging them. Not out of pride, or any similar reasons of sorts, but rather there was nothing to be gained from stewing in such trivial thoughts or allowing such feelings to loiter and occupy his headspace.

As the seasons passed, coming and going, the years rolling by, he had left those lonely feelings behind, his world shifting the moment he had found you back in his life again.

The weight of his wedding ring felt just right on his finger, your touch still lingering though it had been years and years since you had guided the band to him, promising your life and love to him evermore. Sylus had always known having you alone was a true blessing he had been missing, but he realized he was wrong in a way because the day his daughter was born, she had secured her place within his heart, her hold on him more steadfast than she would ever realize.

She was the true blessing in his life.

“What is this?” Sylus sighed in amusement, finding himself stopping short of his study and seeing a familiar small figure curled outside his door, clutching a dark-colored dino plushie in her arms. He walked over, bending down to scoop his three-year-old daughter into his arms.

“Why did you fall asleep out here again, my little birdie?” he asked gently to the sleeping girl, letting her head rest on his shoulder. In that moment, her arms loosened and her plushie fell to the floor.

Noticing this, Sylus bent down to pick up the plushie. He scrutinized the little plushie in his hand, noticing it looked different from the ones his daughter owned. As he examined it, he noticed a heavy weight within the plushie, as if it carried another object inside its body. Curious, he gave a gentle squeeze, his laughter immediate when he realized there was a voice box inside the moment he heard your recorded voice speaking:

“Okay, baby, do you remember the words?”

“Yes, Mommy! Happ—”

“Hold on, hold on,” your laughter rang out as you stopped the eager toddler from continuing, telling her gently, “Let Mommy play the music first.”

Sylus’ breathing stopped for a second, hearing a familiar melody. It had only become something of a tradition in his life since that day you had taken him to that wildlife park, where after a day of exploration, he and you had a special moment within a forest of maple trees where you first sang him ‘Happy Birthday,’ not realizing until he confessed that you were the first to do so for him.

In years to come, you remained the one to sing to him—aside from Luke and Kieran occasionally, as well—but only in just the last two years, you had a new person who had joined you in this tradition, her excitement for this day always stronger than the previous as she had grown older and understood the importance of it.

Sylus’ expression unwittingly softened further as he listened to the recording.

“Together with Mommy now,” you had told the child.

Sylus smiled as he heard your beautiful voice joined by your daughter’s sweet lilt, the blended harmony chasing away all of his stress and unease. He had never heard a lovelier sound than hearing his wife and daughter singing to him:

“Happy birthday to you / Happy birthday to you / Happy birthday, dear Daddy / Happy birthday to you~!”

“Mommy?” he heard his daughter’s recorded voice speaking after the song’s immediate end, “Will Daddy like my singing?”

“He adores your singing,” your voice answered firmly. “He loves you so much.”

There was that sweet bell-like giggle Sylus loved hearing from his daughter, and then her voice brightly chiming: “I love Daddy, too! Daddy, Daddy, I love you so, so, so much! Happy birthday!”

The recording stopped and Sylus peered at the sleeping girl in his arms. He nuzzled his cheek against her head, whispering softly, “Thank you.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise for when you wake up later.”

Sylus looked up, seeing you coming from down the hallway with a light crimson robe over the night slip you were wearing. He smiled at your faux look of exasperation as you approached him.

“I was wondering what happened to this plushie,” you mused, smiling when Sylus bent down to greet you with a brief kiss on the lips. “And this little birdie. I was so sure I had tucked her into her bed hours ago—”

You paused, noticing Sylus’ appearance showed that he had been in a scuffle, to put it lightly. You frowned, but before you could voice your concerns, he reassured you gently with another kiss, already leading you back to the master bedroom.

“Wait,” you spoke up, gesturing to your sleeping daughter. “Shouldn’t we put her back to bed first?”

Sylus smiled. “She’s not letting go of me,” he said with feigned helplessness. “She has her little dino claws gripping my shirt so tightly.”

You smiled back, picking up on his sentiments. “Ah,” you said with a teasing lilt, “Is this big intimidating dragon so helpless against this itty bitty one?”

Sylus sighed dramatically. “She is truly a force to be reckon with, Miss Hunter,” he said, matching your playfulness. He opened the door to both of your bedroom and led you to your bed.

You watched as your husband pried your daughter’s little fingers from his shirt and passed her and the plushie over to you.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” he said, disappearing to the bathroom for a quick shower. Within minutes, you heard the sound of the shower running, catching a glimpse of the steams fogging up the semi-translucent door.

The sounds of the rain seemed louder now, hearing the droplets hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows with much more force than earlier. You reclined back against some pillows, letting your sleeping daughter rest on your chest, your fingers instinctively threading through her hair as you hummed a gentle lullaby for her.

You smiled at the obsidian-colored dino plushie next to you that was wearing a crimson bowtie that matched its eyes. When your daughter had expressed her wish to give her father a birthday song from her he could always hear whenever he wanted, you had spent some time pondering how to execute this charming little idea.

When you remembered the custom crow plushie Sylus had gifted you so long ago, the plan quickly fell into place. What a full-circle moment, you had mused, delighting in planning a customized dino plushie to gift him back in return years later.

Suddenly, you heard a chuckle a short distance away. It was quickly followed by Sylus’ deep rich voice breaking through your thoughts, “What’s going on through that head of yours that is making you smile so much?”

He climbed into bed next to you with still damped hair and water droplets landing on his burgundy robe. His eyebrow lifted up at the sight of the birthday plushie nestled by your side, acting almost as a barrier between you both. He picked it up, giving a gentle squeeze and hearing that recorded conversation and song again.

“Look at your smile,” you teased him, reaching over to poke his cheek while still mindful of the sleeping toddler on your chest. “You look like a dragon delighting in his new treasure.”

“Perhaps because that is the case,” he countered back lightheartedly. You nearly laughed as he hugged the plushie against his chest before setting it to the side, commenting, “I wasn’t expecting such a… charming little gift as this.”

“It was her idea,” you told him proudly.

He chuckled. “Is that so? I have to safeguard this even more then.”

“What would people say if they knew Onychinus’ leader most treasured gift is a little plushie?”

“Their assumption would be incorrect then,” he retorted to your surprise.

He pulled both you and your daughter into his embrace, taking the little girl from your arms and letting her rest against him. Within his arms, you felt that familiar warmth that was a welcoming comfort against the chill of this rainy April night. You nuzzled against him, smiling as his large hand rubbed your arm up and down soothingly.

“You two are my treasures,” he clarified, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.

Before you could respond, you heard a little yawn, catching sight of your daughter’s sleepy little eyes opening briefly.

“Daddy?” you both heard the toddler’s small voice speaking up.

“I’m here, baby,” Sylus answered back affectionately, his crimson eyes twinkling with so much adoration for the little girl.

The toddler yawned again, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “Ha-happy birthday, Daddy…”

Sylus kissed her temple. “Thank you, my sweet little birdie,” he whispered with another fond smile, seeing his daughter nuzzled against his chest as she drifted back to sleep, her small hand grasped the front of her father’s robe, fingers unconsciously rubbing the silk material in comfort. With the loving and protective presences of both her parents near, the toddler drifted into a deeper slumber than earlier, her dreams now sweeter and more cherished.

You peered up at Sylus, touched by such a sweet sight between father and daughter. “Happy birthday, my beloved.”

The gaze he returned to you, full of happiness and peace, made your heart stirred with a desire to always safeguard this part of him, to always be the warmth and light in his world such as he had always been for you and your daughter.

The downpour over the N109 Zone continued, and though Sylus knew no actual flowers would ever bloom within this area, it still felt like spring had arrived in a different way. With each new year, after every birthday since that first one at the wildlife park, he had grown greedier, wanting to hold onto this happiness he had acquired possessively and never let it slipped away from his grasp.

No fiend would ever know of such greed as this until they have acquired the love and happiness Sylus had.

“Thank you, my beloved,” he answered back, holding you just a bit tighter, noticeably longer, and ever lovingly and protectively as true as he had always been with you. You returned his embrace, your own greed just as insatiable as his.

Sylus laid you down next to him, your daughter sleeping in between curled up to his chest. You reached across, touching his cheek, and asked, “Is your birthday wish still the same as before?”

He rested his hand over yours on his cheek, his gentle smile reflected in your eyes.

“As long as you and her,” his said, his eyes glancing quickly at the sleeping girl between you both, “live freely and brilliantly, you will both be the very reasons for my strength and my vulnerability. I do not desire anything else, for this is enough.”

In that moment, you wondered which was louder: the rain or your heartbeat? Sylus was always resolute with his decisions, and this decisiveness and honesty were just a few reasons out of many for why you loved him as deeply as you did.

“Happy birthday, Sylus” you repeated, smiling fondly when he guided your fingers to his lips, answering your affections with his own.

And to many more, my dearly beloved.

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rookiesbookies · 1 year ago

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Them as dads (hc)

Price is the type of dad to blow raspberries into your kids stomachs to make them laugh and tickle them with his beard. Tickle fights are a common thing when the kids when they’re small and he thinks they’re giggles are the best thing.

Soap is the type of dad to learn his kid loves dinos and would cut little sections in his Mohawk to look like a a stegosaurus plates. Sometimes its just the rows and sometimes its alternating ones down his head. He thinks it’s awesome and so does your kid.

Ghost is the type of dad to always be steps behind his kid. He’ll always let them explore but he is never far behind. He’s always walking a few steps behind them and will scoop them at up at any sign of danger, will also leave in the middle of comvos to follow the kid.

Konig is the type of dad to dress up with his kid and let them help him sweep the house to find you. They do it with nerf guns and he uses all the lingo. Even gave the kid a callsign. He also tell them they cannot go into the military because he’s commit nepotism. Your kid has no clue what that word means.

Keegan is the type of dad to tell your kid “you can’t throw the first punch but you can throw the second, and the third, and the forth, and the fifth, and the sixth, and the first kick, and second kick, and third kick-”. You’re sure there’s some trauma behind that but its still funny.

Gaz is the type of dad to take your kids to the park any time they ask. And if they want him to go down the slide with them or do the monkey bars, he’ll fucking do it. He doesnt care if his feet touch the end of the slide when he sits down or if he has to lift his feet super high so they dont drag when he does the monkey bars a few steps behind his kid.

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svtiddiess · 4 months ago

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Dino + promt 30. playfully wiping away their kiss and getting tackled with more kisses by them.

Afabreader! wiped away idol!Dino's kiss, to see his reaction because the members dared her to do so

(I need some Dinofied kisses 😔🫶🏻)

Fleeting Kisses

Pairing: Dino x afab!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, drabble

Rating: sfw

Word count: 0.5k

"You guys are the worst," you pout at Jeonghan and Hoshi, who are snickering at your misery.

You had planned to surprise your boyfriend, Dino, during his dance practice, only to find out he was still stuck in a meeting. That’s when Jeonghan and Hoshi came up with the brilliant idea of pranking him.

"I'm not wiping away his kisses," you huff, crossing your arms.

"Oh, come on, Y/N! It'll be hilarious to see his reaction," Hoshi snickers.

"I can already picture him pouting and whining," Jeonghan chuckles.

You frown at the thought of your boyfriend looking dejected because you wiped away his kisses.

"If you do it, I'll talk to our dance teacher and see if she'll let him leave early today," Jeonghan grins.

You hesitate for a moment before sighing. "Fine."

Hoshi and Jeonghan high-five each other, cheering at their successful scheme.

Not long after, Dino walks into the practice room, his eyes lighting up when he sees you.

"Baby! What are you doing here?!" He rushes over, scooping you into a hug and spinning you around. You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I wanted to surprise you, Channie," you giggle.

"Well, consider me surprised," he grins before pressing a kiss to your lips and setting you down.

As soon as your feet touch the ground, you casually wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Dino's eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?" You blink innocently.

"You wiped your mouth after I kissed you," he pouts.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you shrug.

Suspicious, he leans in and kisses you again. You quickly wipe it away.

"You did it again!" he exclaims.

"Did I?" You feign cluelessness.

Determined to test his theory, he places a kiss on your cheek. Once again, you wipe it away.

His face falls. "Baby, did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?" His puppy eyes lock onto yours, and just like that, you fold—your one true weakness.

"No, I'm not mad at you, Channie," you coo, pulling him into a hug.

"Then why do you keep wiping away my kisses?" He frowns.

"Because Jeonghan and Hoshi made me."

"Aww, come on!" Hoshi groans.

"Y/N! You couldn’t have kept it up a little longer?" Jeonghan huffs.

Dino turns to them, clearly unimpressed. "I can't believe you made my girlfriend do that."

"It was hilarious watching you pout and whine," Hoshi grins.

Dino shifts his gaze to you, arms crossed. "And I can't believe you went along with it."

"I only agreed because Jeonghan said he'd talk to your dance teacher and get you off early today," you defend yourself.

"Yeah… about that," Jeonghan scratches the back of his neck. "She didn't agree. So, looks like you're stuck here for the entire practice session."

You stare at him in disbelief. "So…I did all that for nothing?"

"Whoops," Jeonghan grins unapologetically.

"Here's a life lesson, baby—never trust Jeonghan. Ever," Dino sighs.

"Yeah…lesson learned," you mutter.

Chuckling, he leans in and plants a flurry of kisses all over your face. You squeal but let him do as he pleases, secretly enjoying it. Finally satisfied, he presses a lingering kiss to your lips, making up for all the ones you wiped away.

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therealcocoshady · 6 months ago

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dad!marshall ideaaa

basically reader is also singer and has brought her child into the music show with her and she has to be away for an interview or something and her child wonders off and marshall’s dad instinct takes over when he sees thr child and in the end he hits it off w reader

hopefully this made sense😭

A/N : Hey ! Thank you so much for your request ! I started working on it a while ago and it stood in my WIPs for the longest time but here it is, finally ! I hope you enjoy it ❤️

Backstage babysitting

CW : Dad!Marshall - Fluff 💕

The hum of the backstage was a mix of tech chatter, the faint rumble of a bassline from rehearsals, and the occasional clatter of equipment. Marshall was hanging out backstage, trying to pass the time by thinking of ways to get back at Paul. His manager had convinced him to perform at the VMAs, arguing that the fans would really enjoy it and that it would be great promo for the album and, though he had agreed, he was starting to regret it. The whole thing seemed to be a logistical nightmare, with technical problems and rehearsals running late. He’d been waiting for nearly an hour and was left to his own devices, his manager having left to take some urgent call. He was leaning against a stack of sound cases, his baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, arms crossed tightly across his chest, wondering why a show that was supposed to be a well-oiled machine felt like a rusty bike.

He checked his watch for the thousandth time, unable to hold the loud sigh that escaped him. He didn’t think of himself as particularly demanding, but if there was one thing that made him exasperated and frustrated, it was lack of professionalism. Just as he contemplated storming off to demand answers, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. A tiny figure toddled past, clutching a well-loved plush dinosaur that looked like it had been through its fair share of battles. Marshall's scowl softened instantly when he saw the little boy, who couldn’t have been more than two years old. The little one was toddling around, exploring, looking all around him, not paying any attention to what was in front of him, stumbling on a cable. Marshall’s dad instincts kicked in and he moved without thinking, catching the kid before he could faceplant into the floor. He knelt in front of him, holding him steady, and he could immediately tell by the little boy’s scrunched up face that he had quite a scare. He stared at him with wide, watery eyes, his bottom lip quivering.

« Hey, buddy, you okay? » Marshall asked, his tone softening. The kid didn’t answer, starting to sob. Marshall winced and held him, trying to reassure him. « You’re alright, bud. You just scared yourself, that’s all. Look, your dino is fine, yeah? » he said softly, before looking around, searching for the boy’s parents, but no one seemed to pay attention. The little one was clutching his dino plushy with one hand, and his hoodie with the other. « Who let you all by yourself, huh? » he sighed before scooping him up and settling him on his hip, starting to look around for whoever was in charge of child supervision, while the chaos around him continued. As a dad, it made him mad that anyone would be irresponsible enough to let their kid run around unsupervised, but the little guy wasn’t exactly showing signs of distress. He kept on looking around, mesmerized by the lights, unfazed to be held by a stranger. At some point, the boy turned his attention to him and smiled, his tiny hand reaching for the chain around his neck and he couldn’t help but smile back. « Pretty cool, huh? » he chuckled.

He looked around again as he walked up to a group of technicians when he heard a feminine voice ring out, sharp with panic. « Milo? Milo, where are you?! ». The boy straightened up and he immediately took the hint. « Milo, huh? I think someone’s looking for you » he hummed, before turning toward the sound. He immediately saw you, storming off the stage in a glittery outfit and full-glam. He immediately recognized you. How could he not? It seemed like your face and your voice were everywhere, these days, and your song, a strong contender for « Record of the year » was living in everyone’s mind rent free, what with the addictive beat and catchy lyrics.

When your eyes landed on the man holding your son, they widened in a mixture of fear and fury. « What the hell are you doing with my son, you freak?! » you shouted as you rushed towards them. Marshall stepped back instinctively, holding up one hand in surrender while the other still cradled the toddler. « Whoa, relax! I found him wandering around. He almost tripped on a cable. ». You snatched Milo from his arms and held him close. Your heart was pounding. It hadn’t been a minute since you had stepped off stage and noticed that your son and his babysitter were nowhere to be found, but it had felt like forever. « There you are, my love. God, you scared me » you hummed to Milo as you pressed a kiss to his temple. Then, you glanced at the stranger and froze. Eminem. You had just yelled at Eminem. « Sorry I freaked out » you apologized. « And sorry I called you a freak. I-I didn’t recognize you ». Your faces was flushed with relief and embarrassment. He chuckled and waved your apology off. «It’s fine. I get it. But you should probably think about having someone around to supervise him. He could have gotten hurt » he said quietly. « I have » you quickly retorted, almost offended by the implication, before looking around. « Though I suppose I should find a new one that won’t let him escape her notice » you hummed awkwardly, your heart still pounding from the intense choreography you’d just rehearsed and the scare. Marshall nodded and looked at Milo. « Yeah, he does seem sneaky, » Marshall chuckled. You let out a shaky laugh, shifting Milo on your hip as he buried his face in your neck while you looked at Marshall. For a split second, you lost yourself in his eyes and couldn’t help but notice how magnetic he was. Internet was right after all, the aura was unmistakable. He stared back at you, silence settling before you caught yourself. « I-I’m sorry. I’m, uh, I’m Y/N » you finally said. « I know » he replied in a low voice that made you blush. « Yeah? » you asked. « Yeah. Your song ruined my summer » he deadpanned and, for a brief moment, you didn’t get that he was joking. He must have caught your eyebrows furrowing, as he immediately clarified. « No, I mean. It’s good. I liked it. But it sure stays in mind » he hummed. « Oh. Thanks » you replied in a whisper.

There was a pause, as your eyes met again. Marshall couldn’t help but notice how your eyes sparkled, and you seemed to study him with equal intensity. There was something unspoken in the air, something thick. « So, » Marshall said, breaking the silence, « you’re rehearsing for the VMAs? ». You nodded, your expression softening. « Yeah. First time performing here. I’m kind of… on edge, trying to balance… well, everything » you replied, nodding at Milo. Marshall hummed and smiled. « Yeah, I’ve been there. But I’m sure you’re doing great. For what it’s worth, I heard you rehearse in the background and it sounded good » he complimented. You mumbled a thank, trying to fight back the heat creeping up your neck. You smiled at each other, and Marshall was about to say something when Milo tugged on your hair and handed Marshall his dinosaur. « Thanks, bud. That’s a really cool dino. Do you know what his name is? » he asked as he turned his attention to your son. « Dino, » your soon replied in an assured tone. « Well, your Dino’s actually a diplodocus,» Marshall explained softly. « Isn’t that a brachiosaurus? » you couldn’t help but ask. « Actually, no. It’s easy to confuse them, but the diplodocus is longer, when the brachiosaurus is much larger. And, uh, if you look at the tail-» he started to explain, gesturing to the plushy, before awkwardly quieting up. « But I suppose toy manufacturers are really accurate ». You let out a soft giggle and nodded. «True. But thanks for telling us. Didn’t think you moonlighted as a paleontologist » you joked. « I had a dino phase, growing up, » he hummed. You nodded, unable to fight back a smile. You were about to speak when his name was called for soundcheck. « That’s me. I mean, Paul is calling me. I should let you get back to, uh… Milo’s dad » he said, still staring at you. « No » you said without thinking, and he raised an eyebrow. « No? » he asked. « I mean, no, you can go, it’s uh… We’re not going back to his dad » you rambled, not too sure why. « Oh » he simply said and you caught him staring at your left hand, where no rock was on display. « Yeah… No» you hummed. « Ok » he replied, clearly trying to fight back a grin. « See you tomorrow » you said with a smile. « Tomorrow? » he asked. « If you’re rehearsing for the VMAs, it means you’ll be there, right? » you asked. « Oh, right. Yeah, I’ll be there » he hummed as he gave Milo his dinosaur back. « Bye, bud. Take care of your dino and your mom. And don’t run around, ok? ». Milo gave him a toothy smile and giggled, and Marshall stared at you. « Bye Y/N. I hope I’ll run into you » he said as he looked at you and started to walk towards the stage. « So do I » you assured him, silently vowing to do everything in your power to make sure it happened.

#eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #eminem fluff #marshall mathers imagine

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tojirights · 1 year ago

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feat gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento & choso kamo

tags: 18+ smut nsfw, minors do not interact.

breeding, teasing, unprotected sex, daddy kink

buy me a coffee?

gojo satoru

teases you about it constantly. he can always tell when you're ovulating by the way you talk about babies, how you squeak every time you see a toddler in a cute little outfit, especially little boys in dino sweaters. you know gojo isn't looking to have kids soon, if ever, but he's always able to pull out the charm just enough to tease you while your baby fever sky rockets.

"oh my godd 'toru." you whine, pulling on his shirt to get his attention. the cutest little baby sits in a swing as you walk past the park, giggling as his mama pushes him. gojo just chuckles, shaking his head. "what's up baby?" he snickers, watching your eyes light up. "y'wanna go home and make one?" his eyebrows wiggle and you sigh with annoyance but you can't help the way your body reacts to his tone.

gojo wraps you in his arms and hums. "one day, princess. you'll be such a good mama." he kisses your forehead as you sink into his chest. "and you're gonna look so sexy pregnant..." he groans to himself at the thought. you roll your eyes as gojo pulls you close. "let's go practice, hm?"

toji fushiguro

loves to see you swoon over his kids, and is greatful you like 'em so much to give him a break. but he makes the mistake of falling for your little puppy-dog eyes and pouty bottom lip every night when you crawl into bed with him. he groans when you slide onto his chest, an innocent yet tempting look in your eyes.

"i wanna be a mama, toji." you say, seductive undertones of your voice making toji's cock throb. "you already are, hon." he answers with a chuckle when you playfully slap his chest. "you know what i mean!" you whisper yell, careful not to be too loud and wake the kids up. "wanna have a baby. gumi is getting soo big and i love him! but..."

toji smirks, his hands trailing down your hips and settling on your ass. "y'wanna have a baby?" he hums, lips finding your neck. "wanna be so full of me? have my kid in that belly of yours?" he bites back a moan when you grind on his quickly stiffening cock. you gasp when he suddenly flips you onto your back and looms overtop of you. "y-yes daddy please." your breathy little moan sets toji over the edge.

"anything for you, pretty girl..."

nanami kento

smart man, knows you're dying to have kids and isn't one to make you wait for almost anything in life. he's been away for a few days on a mission but you've been blowing up his phone about how much you miss him, and sending screenshots of ideas for decorating the nursery when the time comes.

he comes home from the mission with flowers and chocolate, greets you with a kiss at the door, and as soon as his hands are free, he scoops you up into his arms. "i'm ovulating..." you whisper into his ear, kissing down his jawline. nanami huffs a laugh. "you think i didn't know that, my darling?" he palms your asscheeks as he carries you to the bedroom. "you've been basically begging for a creampie since i got ready to leave." he drops you onto the mattress and follows quickly, already working on getting his pants undone.

you bite your lip, adrenaline starting to surge through you as nanami ignores the drawer where you keep the condoms. "you deserve that baby you've been so patiently waiting for, what a wonderful mother you'll be." he sighs as his raw cock pushes into your pleading pussy.

choso kamo

doesn't quite know how to react when you start making hints that you want children. he's caught off guard when you start showing him pictures of little baby shoes with cute pink bows all over them, but he can't deny that his body has a very physical and primal desire to fufill your wants. he's a family man, after all.

he wastes no time helping in tracking your cycle, wanting to take every possible chance in making your dreams a reality. he wants to see you pregnant again and again, bringing his first born as many siblings as you can both muster.

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sturniololuvz · 5 months ago

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“A Day in the Life of the Sturniolos (and Their Tiny Tornado)”

Sturniolos x sister reader

warnings : none

Morning Wake-Up Call

The sun was just starting to shine through the blinds of the Sturniolo household, but one particular four-year-old was still deep in dreamland. While the triplets were already up and moving, their little sister, Y/N, was not ready to start her day.

Chris sighed dramatically as he stood outside her bedroom door. “Alright, who’s waking her up today?”

“Not it,” Nick said immediately, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

Matt groaned. “Dude, I did it yesterday. It’s your turn, Chris.”

Chris rolled his eyes but stepped into Y/N’s room anyway. As expected, she was completely knocked out, curled up under her favorite blanket, hugging a stuffed animal that was almost as big as her.

Chris knelt beside her and gently shook her arm. “Y/N, time to wake up.”

Y/N groaned and turned her face deeper into the pillow. “Nooo, weave me ‘lone, Chwis…”

Chris smirked, pulling the blanket off her slowly. “C’mon, you gotta get up. It’s breakfast time.”

“Nope.”

“Nick made pancakes,” Chris bribed.

One of Y/N’s eyes peeked open. “Pancakes?”

“Yup.”

She groaned but finally sat up, rubbing her tiny fists against her eyes. “Fine.”

Chris scooped her up and carried her downstairs, where Matt and Nick were already at the table.

“Look who finally woke up,” Matt teased.

Nick slid a small plate in front of her. “One stack of pancakes, extra syrup, and cut into tiny pieces. Just how the princess likes it.”

Y/N giggled sleepily. “Tank you, Nickie.”

Chris sat beside her, pouring himself some juice. “Alright, what’s on the agenda today?”

Nick shrugged. “Y/N’s probably gonna want to play after this.”

Y/N nodded quickly, stuffing her face with a bite of pancake. “I wanna play supewhewoes!”

Matt groaned. “Oh God, last time we played that, she punched me in the stomach ‘cause I was the ‘bad guy.’”

Chris snorted. “Yeah, maybe let her win this time.”

Y/N grinned mischievously. “I gonna fight da bad guys!”

Morning Playtime

After breakfast, the triplets followed Y/N into the living room, where she immediately started throwing couch pillows around.

“Alright, Y/N,” Chris said, ducking as she tossed another pillow. “What’s the mission today?”

“We gotta save da teddy beaws!” she declared, pointing to her stuffed animals trapped under a pile of blankets.

Nick gasped dramatically. “Oh no! Who took them?”

Y/N put her hands on her hips. “Da evil pillow monster!”

Matt sighed. “Why do I feel like I’m the pillow monster?”

Y/N giggled and grabbed one of the couch pillows, holding it over her head. “I gonna fight you, Mattie!”

Chris smirked. “RIP, dude.”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Matt started, but it was too late. Y/N launched the pillow at him, hitting him square in the chest.

Nick lost it, laughing so hard he almost fell off the couch. “Bro, you just got bodied by a four-year-old.”

Matt groaned. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just save the teddy bears before she actually knocks me out.”

Lunchtime & Nap Struggles

After an hour of saving stuffed animals and fighting imaginary villains, the triplets finally convinced Y/N to take a break for lunch.

Chris placed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of her. “Here ya go, kid.”

Y/N pouted. “I wanted dino nuggies…”

Nick ruffled her hair. “We’ll have those for dinner. Eat your sandwich first, bub.”

She let out a dramatic sigh but took a tiny bite. “Fine…”

Matt watched her struggle to keep her eyes open between bites. “Alright, after this, nap time.”

Y/N’s eyes snapped open. “NOOO!”

Chris smirked. “Yes.”

“NOOO, I NOT TIRED!” she whined, crossing her arms.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Really? Then why were you just falling asleep at the table?”

Y/N gasped as if he had just exposed her darkest secret. “I WAS NOT!”

Matt shook his head. “Alright, c’mon, kiddo. You either take a nap or you turn into a grumpy gremlin.”

“I AM NOT A GWEMLIN!”

Chris leaned in. “You kinda are when you don’t sleep.”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him, but her little head was already nodding forward.

Nick sighed, standing up. “Alright, let’s go, nap time.”

“Nooo…”

But before she could protest more, Matt picked her up, and within seconds, she was out cold on his shoulder.

Chris smirked. “Told you she was tired.”

Afternoon Chaos & an Argument

An hour later, Y/N woke up much happier and ready to cause chaos.

“Mattieee,” she whined, climbing onto his lap. “I wanna pway!”

“Alright, alright, what do you wanna do?”

Before Y/N could answer, Nick and Matt started bickering over something dumb.

“Dude, I literally just said—”

“No, you don’t listen—”

Chris groaned. “Are you guys seriously arguing right now?”

“STOP FIWHTIN’!” Y/N yelled, stomping her tiny foot.

Matt and Nick immediately froze.

Nick sighed. “Sorry, Y/N.”

Matt ruffled her hair. “Yeah, sorry, munchkin.”

Chris smirked. “Man, she really shut you guys up quick.”

Dinner, Bath, and Bedtime Battles

For dinner, the triplets made Y/N’s favorite—dino nuggets and mac & cheese.

Chris placed the plate in front of her. “There ya go, kid. Feast like the dinosaur queen you are.”

Y/N gasped. “DA DINOS ARE BACK?!”

Nick laughed. “They never left, dude.”

Matt sat beside her, watching as she grabbed a nugget and made it ‘walk’ across the table. “RAWR, I eat da mac & cheese!” she announced before dunking the nugget into the cheese and taking a big bite.

Chris smirked. “That was aggressive.”

“I’m a dino. Dinos awe ‘gessive.”

Nick shook his head with a smile. “You got me there.”

After dinner, bath time was the next battle.

“Y/N, let’s go,” Matt said, holding her tiny pajamas in his hand.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“NOOO, I WANNA PWAY MORE!”

Chris crossed his arms. “You just played for like two hours.”

“I NEED MORE!”

Nick sighed, walking over and picking her up. “C’mon, stinkbug. You’re getting in the bath before we need a hazmat team.”

Y/N giggled but still tried to escape, kicking her feet. “NOOO, NICKIE, NO BAF!”

Matt followed behind. “If you don’t take a bath, you’ll be smelly.”

Y/N gasped, eyes wide. “I NOT SMAWEY!”

Chris smirked. “Then prove it. Take a bath.”

Y/N groaned dramatically. “Fine…”

Once she was in the tub, she turned it into a whole ocean adventure, splashing water everywhere.

“Y/N, dude—” Chris blocked his face from the water. “Are you trying to drown us?”

“It’s a big wave!” she giggled, kicking her feet.

By the time they got her washed and dried, everyone was soaked.

Nick ran a hand through his wet hair. “Bro, I feel like I just swam laps at a water park.”

Matt sighed. “Let’s just get her in pajamas before she tries to jump back in.”

The Final Battle: Bedtime

Once Y/N was dressed, the hardest part of the day arrived—getting her to sleep.

Chris carried her to her bed. “Alright, kiddo, bedtime.”

“Nope.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Dude, it’s late.”

“Nope.”

Matt rubbed his face. “Y/N…”

Y/N wiggled under the blankets. “I NOT TIWED!”

Chris sighed. “You say that every night, and every night, you pass out within five minutes.”

“I WON’T TONIGHT!”

Nick smirked. “Wanna bet?”

Y/N crossed her arms. “I bet a miwwion bucks!”

Matt chuckled. “You don’t even have a million bucks.”

“I do in my imagination.”

Chris shook his head, pulling the blanket over her. “Alright, whatever you say, boss. Now close your eyes.”

“But—”

“Shhh.”

Y/N huffed dramatically but finally settled into the pillow.

“Goodnight, stinker,” Nick whispered, brushing some hair from her face.

“Night, Nickie…”

Matt and Chris leaned down, kissing her forehead. “Goodnight, troublemaker.”

“Night, Mattie… night, Chwis…”

The triplets turned off the light and tiptoed out.

As soon as they closed the door, Chris smirked. “Three… two… one…”

Silence.

Nick grinned. “Out like a light.”

Matt stretched. “Dude, I don’t know how she fights bedtime so hard every night.”

Chris sighed. “She’s four, man. Chaos is her job.”

Nick chuckled. “And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And with that, the house finally fell silent—until tomorrow, when the chaos would start all over again.

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matt stuniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sister sturniolo #sturniolo x reader

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atinystraynstay · 1 year ago

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Pretty Boy Rock - Yoon Jeonghan

Synopsis: Every girl in your office swooned over Yoon Jeonghan besides you. Yet, Jeonghan always liked a challenge.

Pairing: Colleague!Yoon Jeonghan x fem. reader

Genre: "I won't fall for you because everyone else does" girl meets the "I get whoever I want" boy

Inspired by @aaniag - thanks for tagging me in this post ♡ this is only the second one so we still have a long way to go!

First Encounters Mini Series: #1: #2: #3: #4: Wonwoo #5: Jeonghan #6: #7: #8: Dino

Word Count: 2k

Friday afternoon, 12:25pm

"Did you see what Jeonghan is wearing today?" "Girl, how could I not notice? My attention was all over his slacks." "The front or the back?"

Oh god. Give me a fucking break.

If there was one thing you hated, it was gossip around the office. Especially when it came in the form of girls basically drooling over one of your colleagues, Yoon Jeonghan. And of all places, they decided to take their little thirst fest into the break room.

"You know, there is something that I noticed," you said, popping into the conversation.

Immediately, heads snapped towards your direction. You were a bit taken back by the abrupt movement, fearing that their own heads would fall off. Either because they didn't realize you were in the room or they were interested in what you out of all people had to say. You were one of the few survivors of the trance Jeonghan seemed to place over your female colleagues. And if you had something to say regarding the matter, they surely were interested.

You couldn't help but smile slightly as you set down your silverware. The element of surprise had to be on your side here. You just had come in to enjoy your salad, but why not enjoy a show?

All the women leaned in, anticipating for what you might have to say. Your eyes glanced from side to side, as if you were scooping the scene to make sure there were no unwanted listeners. Getting the hint, the women leaned further in to hear the secret you were about to spill.

Time to go in the for the kill. In the loudest voice you could possible muster, you said the following:

"The way you talk about Jeonghan is quite disgusting. You hate when the men in the office talk about your skirts or how tight your blouses, but here you are drooling over Jeonghan in just a pair of pants? Pathetic. Close your mouths, ladies, or you might flood the office."

The small group gasped at you, eyes glaring at you but also glancing around to make sure nobody had looked in their direction. Their faces red in embarrassment as you smirked triumphantly.

Being the polite person you are, you bowed your head gently to pardon yourself. Gathering all the trash from your lunch, you threw it away and was about to make your exit.

"You're just upset that you're not Jeonghan's type," one of the woman muttered.

You couldn't help but laugh at their claim. You turned towards the group who seemed to be mustering all the courage they could to stand up to you. At the same time, you raised an eyebrow and had your hands on your hips. Do they really think their words will hurt you?

"Oh no! What will I ever do?" You said dramatically. "At least I don't live in some delusion where me and my friends are all after the same guy? I mean, he can only pick one of you. Or worse, he picks none of you."

Their eyes widened and mouths dropped at your words. Don't mess with the bull or you might get the horns. They seemed to be trying to come up with another comeback, but all you could do was walk away. Not worth wasting your breath on them.

You began to make your way back to your cubicle. You still had a few reports you needed to get done with before you could close out for the weekend. It wasn't that you hated your job. If anything, you kind of liked the routine it put you in. You even were beginning to be handed more responsibilities like leading presentations and joining brainstorming sessions for different marketing campaigns.

You definitely didn't have the time to be oogling over the looks of Yoon Jeonghan.

As you settled back at your dress, you let out a sigh. As invested as you were in the work you were doing, you couldn't help but feel as if time was dragging now that it was towards the later part of the day. Just 3 more hours.

"Well look who it is," a voice called out.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose a bit. You recognized that voice anywhere. Your attention was locked on the computer monitor in front of you, thinking that if you ignore the interruption it would just go away naturally. That was until you felt like something was looming over.

With a narrow gaze, you looked up to see the devil himself - Yoon Jeonghan. His arms rested against the top of your cubicle wall. You realy thought you had been silent enough to get back to work without alerting the beast. But by judging by the smirk curled on his lips, you knew he had been waiting for you. The black tie was loose around his neck with the sleeves of his white button up were rolled up to his forearms.

"Missed you, darling." "What can I do to help you, Mr. Yoon?" You did your best to keep a montone voice.

You didn't want to give any sort of impression you could be into what is happening.

"Mr. Yoon? What is with the formalies, y/n?" He gasped. "Well, I'm here to do my job and not entertain whatever this is," you explained.

"Is it actually that harmful for a man to be friendly?" "But what's the catch?" "Go out with me."

Your eyes widened and you nearly laughed. He frowned at your reaction but still stood his ground. There was no need to give any indicator that his ego had deflated a bit. He was not used to someone being so upfront with their rejection, normally accustomed to a shy "I don't know." But you were different. There was a reason he did this little waltz with you.

You and Jeonghan have been working together since you joined the company last year. He was technically someone in your department that could have been a mentor, but you were quickly swayed away by his flirtatious manner. Seeing that you were not dropping on your knees, begging for his attention, Jeonghan saw the challenge and knew he could beat it. There was a way to get into your heart, no matter how icy and impenetrable you wanted to come across.

He would crack the code, one way or another.

"I don't think it's a joke, doll. We're two attractive people. Come on. One meal couldn't hurt you." "Jeonghan, being in the same room as you is sometimes insufferable. How do I even know you don't want to go out with me because someone else was busy, hmm? I mean, weren't you just coupled up with the receptionist?" "Couldn't be fit into her Google Calendar."

You rolled your eyes at his response before dropping your gaze back down to your computer. You pretended to be typing away at one of the numerous documents you had pulled open, hoping it was enough for Jeonghan to get the hint.

However, he could tell you weren't budging quite yet. He also picked up on your little act as your screen was completely black. The brightness from the screen wasn't reflecting onto your face whatsoever. Still, he found you absolutely adorable.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. This is unprofessional of me, y/n. I'll leave you be."

Fucking finally.

Monday morning, 8:59am

Ding

Your heels clicked along the tile flooring of your office. It poured during your commute into work, which caused you to be stuck behind more traffic than usual. You didn't always mind, but it just put you in a foul mood. Especially since you had to sacrifice your Monday morning coffee run. It was ritual for you, and now the whole week felt like it was just off balance.

"Woah y/n. Your bad mood seems to have brought the bad weather," a voice called out to you.

Your gaze narrowed in the direction the voice came from. Your hair was slightly damped as you had to run into the front of the building from your parking spot because of course you didn't think it was going to run and didn't bring an umbrella with you.

Looking over, you noticed it was one of the girls from the break room on Friday. You rolled your eyes to refrain yourself from sticking up your middle finger. You just offered a polite smile before marching to your desk. As you moved, you heard her and her friends giggling at you. This is why you despised any sort of office relationship.

"Hey, y/n. You okay?" Jeonghan called out.

You were about to enter your cubicle when you saw Jeonghan overlooking your cubicle again. Your jacket rested on the back of your chair. it would be a miracle if it dried at all before the end of the day. You were also grateful you had a pair of flats you could change into in attempt to save your soaked shoes too. Plus, it as a good excuse to slip out of heels. You didn't mind wearing them but always valued comfort over appearance.

"Yeah," you murmured.

Usually, you would expect a snide comment from Jeonghan. Or a flirty attempt in righting the situation. But there was nothing. It cause you to freeze and look up to see what was going on. Jeonghan was only staring at you with almost a friendly smile on his face. Not a smirk but a smile.

You wanted to question it, but as you were calming down from your hectic morning, something else caught your attention. An iced coffee was sitting on your desk with a winky face on it. What the fuck?

You opened your mouth to question it but looked at Jeonghan instead. In response, he winked at you before slipping behind the wall that divided the two of you.

Standing there, you felt something unusual throughout your body. You felt warm and tingly, especially in your stomach. Your heart was doing somersaults. It was comparable to in cartoons when the heart leaps out of the character's chest. You stared at the coffee, specifically at the marker drawn winky face staring back at you.

Jeonghan did this? For me?

Your eyes couldn't help but wonder to see if this was a prank or if there was a hidden camera. Jeonghan still wasn't lurking in his usual spot. You also noticed that nobody else had an iced coffee on their desk awaiting for them. A blush overtook your cheeks, but you quickly sat down before anyone noticed.

Reaching forward, you moved the plastic container towards you to see it was from the local coffee shop you frequent. It was the place you went every Monday morning, the place you had to skip out on today or else you would be late. But what struck you was that he got your exact order.

Your blush intensified. You kept your head ducked as you took a sip out of the delicious drink. There was no denying the smile on your face wasn't just because of the coffee but because of Yoon Jeonghan.

And on the other side of the wall, Jeonghan was smirking to himself. He got his computer turned on before going to make himself a cup of coffee from the break room. He didn't often frequent coffee shops as they often didn't have decaf coffee. When he walked into the place around the corner from your office building, he asked the woman behind the corner if you had been in yet. Saying no and noting how odd it was, Jeonghan seized the opportuntiy. He asked for your usual order and requested a winky face drawn on it.

"Are you her boyfriend? She's mentioned there's a guy she's interested in at her place of work."

That's all the encouragement Jeonghan needed to go through with his plan. He shook his head but smiled at the barista. "No, not yet. I'm hoping this catches her attention."

And by the looks of your blushing face, he was close to winning you over. He always gets what he wants, and he certainly had his eyes locked on you.

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dino's are fancy! | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

summary: new year eve celebrations are in full swing, however, buddy is set on wearing a dinosaur costume to the party, so leah has to compromise somwhere along the line...

double the trouble masterlist

"Ou' need dis one next! B'ue one next!" You demand, less than patient as you thrust the Lego brick into Monkey's hand, "Ere', Monks'! Take it!"

You're sitting cross-legged on the floor in the living room beside Monkey, near to the twinkling Christmas tree. The two of you are deep into building the massive Lego set that your favourite person got for Christmas.

Monkey generously let you help her-- though she was actually doing most of the work, she had cheekily dubbed you as her "assistant."

"Pass it over here then, shrimp," Monkey mumbles, holding her hand out.

"Ere ou' go! 'Ave it!" You chirp, pushing the piece into her hand with determination.

"Good job," Your favourite person murmurs distractedly, focused on the instructions.

The room feels cosy, the soft hum of New Year's preparations buzzing in the background. You're aware there's a big crowd coming over later, and you're beyond excited - especially since your best friend, Rory, is also coming to the party as well with Beth and Viv.

"Monks'?" You not so politely prod the older girl in the shoulder, "When everyone comin' round?" You ask, curiosity piqued.

"Not until way, way later tonight, remember? It'll be dark and the monsters will be out to get ya!" Monkey tells you with a teasing smile.

Your eyes widen in fear, "No' Monsters!" You exclaim, scrambling to your feet and leaving Monkey behind to continue building Lego on her own, "Mummy! Mummy!" You shout aloud the house without a care in the world, absolutely frightened now.

Leah and her girlfriend, Elle, are both currently in the kitchen in the middle of sorting out all the grown-up drinks ahead of the party when you run in like a deer in the headlights.

"Whoa," Elle is the first to catch you mid-run before you crash into something and hurt yourself like you've done once or twice before, "You okay, little miss?"

"I scared. Where's me, mum?" You ask frantically, your eyes darting around the room to catch sight of Leah, "Mummy! Where are ou'?"

"I'm right here, bubba," Leah chuckles, carrying a couple of funny-looking bottles in her hand as she places them both down on the kitchen countertop, before crouching down to your level and seeing your frightened expression, "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Mummy! Monks' said der' be monsters tonight at the party cos' it'll be late!" Your bottom lip trembles with worry, your eyes wide like saucers, "I don' wan see none of da' monsters!"

"What? Ignore your big sister, bubba. I think she’s just being a bit silly," Leah says, shaking her head in disagreement, reaching down to scoop you up and sit you on top of the kitchen counter, "There'll be no monsters in sight at all, alright? You're safe inside the house."

"Ou' promise?" You look sceptical, not entirely sure whether to trust Leah's word or not.

"I promise, bubba," Leah coos, gently moving a flyaway hair out of your eyes, "Monkey is just joking around like she does, alright? But there'll definitely be no monsters at the party tonight, so you have nothing to fear!" She adds, playfully poking you on the nose.

"Kay' den but ou' better mean it!" You agree, still somewhat sceptical about the answer, "I needs’ to ask ou' a question, please!"

"That's good manners, bubba," Leah praises with a soft smile, "And what might your question be then?"

"When Roo comin' round?" You question, impatiently, "Monks' said no till later on. Dat true?" You ask, letting out a dramatic huff, complete with flailing arms.

Leah smiles softly, nodding in agreement, "Monks' is right there, bubba. It won't be until much later on when it's dark outside, remember?"

"Why no' earlier? It be borin' when it' dark!" You exclaim, scrunching your face up in confusion, "Me and Roo can' no play with me all toys if it' dark, Mummy!"

"There'll be time to play, bubba," Leah reminds you with a soft, genuine smile, "And remember? Roo’s sleeping over tonight. Are you excited about that?"

Your eyes lit up in excitement, "Uh huh! I 'cited for me sleepover, an' I gets to see Auntie Kei as well, right?" You question, getting straight to the point.

"You do, and Holly, too. I know she's really looking forward to seeing you!" Leah grins enthusiastically, "And you know, Auntie Beth and Auntie Vivi will be coming as well, along with some of the other girls now they're back!"

"I more excited to see dem. I already see Holly at Nanas' other day," You retort, sassily with a small roll of your eyes, "She nothin' special anymore, Mummy. She don' even bring me choc'ote, she mean."

"Bubba," Leah starts, biting back laughter, "That's not very nice to say things like that now, is it? You know Holly loves you a lot, regardless if she brings you chocolate, or not."

"Yeah, but, I mean Auntie Kei better than Holly cos' she bring me cookies at least!" You declare, your mind made up on the matter.

Monkey snorts as she enters the kitchen, "Ooft, don't let Holly hear you say that, shrimp." She jokes, ruffling your hair as she passes you.

"Oi, you," Leah turns herself round to look at the teenage girl, "What's this I'm hearin' about you telling Buddy that there'll monsters tonight because it's dark?" She questions.

Monkey winces in realisation, "It was a joke, I swear."

"Yeah, well, it won't be very funny when she's waking up in the middle of the night crying though, will it?" Leah retorts, arching her eyebrow.

"No... I'm only messin' I promise," Monkey protests her innocence, holding her hands up in self-surrender, "Sorry, little Buddy. I didn't mean to really scare you, honest. Do you forgive me?" She apologises to you.

"It'fine. I 'pose' I forgive ou'!" You agree, nodding your head promptly.

Monkey grins cheekily, before proceeding to walk over to the fridge, "I'm absolutely hank Marvin'!"

"Me too!" You chime in, "I 'ank Marvin' as well, Mummy!"

"Oh, you are, huh?" Leah teases, ticking your sides until giggles bubble out of you, "I guess the three pancakes you ate for breakfast didn't fill up, did they?"

"No. I still hungy!" You continue to protest, holding your stomach to emphasis.

"Oh, I'm sure you are," Leah teases, playfully rolling her eyes.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a flippin' horse!" Monkey complains, rummaging through the fridge, and pulling out a bag of grated cheese and digging in before Leah swiftly intercepts.

"Aye," Leah scolds, taking the bag away and shooting her a disapproving look, "If you're going to eat that then at least make a sandwich, eh?"

Monkey grimaces, "Yeah, but sarnies are effort."

"Well, then you're not that hungry, are you?" Leah deadpans, returning the cheese to the fridge.

"Yeah, well, it's a lot of effort," Monkey mumbles in response, slumping her shoulders, "Well, what else can I eat? You've practically written everything off for later for the party, I'm starving 'ere, you know? I'm a growing girl!" She states, dramatically.

"You literally ate breakfast less than an hour ago, I'm sure you'll cope," Leah retorts, not resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"How can you both be so hungry?" Elle chuckles, shaking her head.

"I'm a growing girl, innit?" Monkey insists.

"Yeah, I g'owing girl as well!" You parrot.

"Copycat," Monkey mutters.

You give her your best scowl, "Am not!"

"Are too!" Monkey quips.

"No I not!" You fire back, stomping your foot in protest.

"Yes you are, you're such a parrot recently..." Monkey murmurs, going back to the fridge to grab a can of Diet Coke out.

"Are they always like this?" Elle jokes, amusedly watching you and Monkey bicker back and forth.

"More often than not it seems these days," Leah retorts, chuckling and shaking her head, "Girls, that's enough, you two. Can we go one day without you two squabbling, eh?"

"Sorry," Monkey mumbles, piercing the drink and taking a swig of it.

"I sorry. I only speakin' truth!" You feign innocence, using familiar words you've heard one too many times now.

Leah chuckles, smoothing a flyaway piece of hair out of your eyes, "Right, shall we go and find you something to wear for the party tonight?" She suggests, switching focus.

"Yeah!" You excitedly agree, eager to get down from the kitchen counter, "An Elle help as well!" You add, pointing your index finger in the direction of the woman.

"You want me to come and help you?" Elle repeats, surprised.

"Uh-huh. I need 'elp choosing!" You insist with a firm nod of your head, "Can ou' help me down, please?"

"Sure I can, little madam," Elle retorts, scooping you up off the kitchen worktop with practised ease like she's done it all before.

"Thank ou' very much!" You exclaim politely before you have the advantage to run off ahead of them, "Come on, Mummy! Come on, Elle. We needs' to pick me outfit!"

"It's very important isn't it," Leah teases, catching up with you as she shakes her head fondly, "Which dress are you going to pick out?" She wonders.

You impatiently tug open the doors of your wardrobe before spinning around and scrunching your face up in disgust, "No dress, Mummy. They yucky!"

"Oh, but how about the dress that Nana brought you?" Leah suggests, moving to grab the sparkly silver dress out of the wardrobe, "Or there's the pink one as well..."

"No, Mummy. I no wear a dress!" You state, stubbornly as you cross your arms over your chest, turning towards Elle, "Can ou' tell her that she's being ridiculous?" You insist.

"I'm being ridiculous?" Leah fauxes her hurt, clutching her hand over her chest, "Oh, where has my little baby girl gone..." She pretends to wipe a fake tear from her eye.

"It 'kay, Mummy. I still here, but I big girl now!" You tell her with a cheeky lopsided grin on your face, "I love ou'!" You add, moving to stand in front of her.

"I love you too, bubba," Leah smiles, squishing your cheeks together and kissing you on the top of your forehead, "Right then, so if you don't want to wear a dress. What do you want to wear instead?"

"Hm, I fink... Dino'daur costume!" You exclaim, spotting it out the corner of your eye hanging on a coat hook, "Dino'daur costume protect me from da monsters!"

"Your dinosaur costume, again?" Leah repeats in a silly tone of voice, "Don't you want to wear something cool for the party? You can wear anything you like! You don't need to wear anything to protect you from the Monsters, they're non-existent, remember, bubba?"

"I wear dino'daur costume just in case!" You insist, puffing out your chest with determination.

Leah grimaces slightly in disagreement, "Bubba, I think you might end up getting a little bit hot when you wear that when you're dancing, won't you, hmm? Maybe we could try a different option..."

"No, I be fine. I gon' wear dino'daur costume!" You tell her firmly, your mind made up on the decision, "I dance in dino'daur costume!"

Elle chuckles in amusement, "Well that's certainly a different option, hey?"

Leah still doesn't look entirely convinced on the matter, "Little miss, I know you want to wear your dinosaur costume, but don't you want to wear something a bit more... fancier?"

"Ou' need to understand, 'kay, Mummy?" You tell her with a certain seriousness, "Dinos' are fancy!"

Leah bit back a laugh, "Oh are they, huh? I mean, what about pretty instead?"

"Yuck! No pretty! Dino instead!" You declare.

"But... I thought you liked this one, bubba."

"No, it itchy an' scratchy, an it look horrible!" You ramble off different words you have heard before, shaking your head making your decision firm.

Leah blinks, "You won't look horrible, bubba--"

"Yes, I will! I be look hideous in it! I no wear dat!" You interject, repeating the words that you hear Monkey say when she doesn't like a certain outfit she wears and looks in the mirror.

"Bubba, Nana brought you this one though, and you liked it when you saw it," Leah explains in a gentle tone of voice, "How about we give it a try?"

You shake your head in disagreement, crossing your arms over your chest, "I don' care. I wan' be a dino'daur!"

"Excuse me, little miss sass," Leah mumbles in outrage at your newfound sassiness that she's still not entirely used to.

"Ou' need to understand Mummy 'dat dino'daur better," You wiggle your index finger in front of her face and have a somewhat serious expression plastered on your own, "'Kay?"

Leah stifles her amusement with a bite of her bottom lip, "Right, whatever you say then, my stubborn little miss," She jokes, "Are you sure you don't want to try something different instead?"

"Nooo!" You exclaim loud enough to be heard through the whole house, "I be dino'daur, Mummy. Roaaaar!" You let out an almightly loud roar like one of your favourite t-rexes.

"What, are we pretendin' to be a dinosaur tonight?" Monkey teases as she sticks her head around your bedroom door, "T-Rex or Stegosaurus?"

You ponder the question for a brief second, tapping your small finger on your chin, "I be a t-rex!" You insist, "Roaaaaaar! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!"

"Scary little t-rex," Monkey jokes, pretending to look somewhat terrified, "What're you shoutin' the house down 'bout anyways?"

"I be a dino'daur for da party!" You tell her, pointing your index finger in the direction of the costume where it lay still, "Monks'! Ou' tell Mummy dat she hafta let me wear it!"

"Well, I mean, why not, eh? You can rock the dino costume!" Monkey exclaims, stepping further into the room and taking the chance to ruffle your hair, "We'll have a little dino at the party instead of a little Buddy, eh?"

"Aye, no, Monks' get off me hair!" You whine, trying to push her hands off you.

"Buddy," Leah tries again, "Maybe just for tonight, we can try something different instead, hm? What about this?" She suggests, holding up a different outfit.

"Nooo! I no' wearin' dat," You tell her, scrunching your face up in disgust, "No way I wearin' dat!"

"Geesh, three-year-olds are so sassy these days," Monkey quips, plonking herself down on the carpeted floor, "You know, she's really not going to want to wear anything other than the dumb dinosaur costume now that she has it."

"Yeah, you're not kidding there," Leah mumbles, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I clearly shot myself in the foot there, haven't I?"

Monkey pulls a silly face, flailing her hands up, "I mean, really, it's sorta your own fault for buying it for Christmas. Whatcha' think would happen?"

Leah shoots your favourite person a disapproving look, "Yeah, alright, thanks for your help, Menace," She mutters, "Bubba, look, it's really not that bad. Why don't you just try it on and see what you think?"

"No! I gon' look like a... I look like a bin bag!" You declare promptly, standing firm on your decision, "I no wearin' it an' ou' can' make me!"

Elle bites her lip to stifle her amusement.

"A big bag?" Leah repeats, baffled, "No, you won't. I think you will look adorable."

You shake your head in disagreement, "No. I won', Mummy! An it be itchy, an' scratchy, an' I be smelly!"

"Smelly?" Monkey snorts in amusement.

"Yeah, I smell 'orrible, like da bin!" You insist.

"Personally, and I'm just saying, my own opinion and all," Monkey begins, exchanging a cheeky grin with Leah, "I think you might as well let her wear the dino costume, cos' otherwise it's gonna end in tears, innit?

"Alright, fine," Leah inwardly groans, "I give in. Bubba, you can wear your dinosaur costume to the party tonight."

"Yeah, I be dino'daur!" You exclaim, practically vibrating with excitement, "An I bring all m' dino'daurs into da living room to show 'eryone!"

"Bubba, no," Leah's eyes widen at the determination in your little voice, "We're not bringing all your dinosaurs into the living room..."

You scrunch your brows together in confusion, "No, ou' listen! I gon' ave' me t-rex, an' me steg'saurus, an' me bron'saurus! I have to show all of 'em!" It's very important, that each one of your dinosaurs gets shown around to everyone at the party tonight.

"You can take a few downstairs to show, but not all of them, alright?" Leah overrules your own decision in a gentle tone of voice, "You have quite a lot now, and we don't want any of them to get broken now, do we?"

You huff in disagreement, "Well den dey should be more careful an' no' stand on 'em!"

"Wha?" Leah blinks in confusion, "Right, Bubba, that's not the point. You can maybe bring one or two downstairs, but no more than that, okay?"

"Why no more? I wan bring 'em all!" You cross your arms over your chest and stomp your foot in protest, "Ou' bein' mean no' lettin' me bring 'em all down! Ou' said I can do dat!"

Leah opens and closes her mouth, baffled by your words, "Since when?"

"Since... Since ou' said so, Mummy!" You insist, stubbornly, "I heard ou' say it! Ou' said I can!" You repeat.

"No, no, I didn't," Leah retorts, shaking her head, "I said you could take a few downstairs, but not all of them."

"But dey all 'ave to come down, or dey be lonely on their own up 'ere!" You exclaim, dramatically throwing your arms up in the air, "Ou' hafta 'ave 'em all!"

"I'm sure there will be just fine upstairs, bubba," Leah chuckles, shaking her head.

You shake your head in disagreement, "I don' think so, Mummy. Ou' might hurt der feelings!"

"Bubba..." Leah looks exasperated, all but ready to give in.

"Cos' ou' can' 'ave one, an' then no 'ave the others," You cut her words short, telling her your over-the-top explanation, "Ou' can' be like meany like dat, Mummy!"

"I'm not... I'm not being mean," Leah mumbles in disbelief.

Needless to say, the conversation ends with you bringing down a whole bucket full of different dinosaurs, and chucking them onto the rug in the living room.

"Auntie Kei!" You exclaim, spotting the woman walk through the living room with her girlfriend, Laura, beside her. " Ou' 'ere!" You don't waste time throwing your tiny arms around her legs.

"Ooh, hello little dinosaur!" Keira coos, scooping you into her arms and squeezing you tightly, "Did you have a good Christmas this year? Did you get spoilt lots and lots?"

"Uh huh, I got lots an' lots of new toys!" You tell her excitedly, flailing your arms in the air for further dramatics, "I' got a dino' costume. See?" You say, motioning to the outfit you're wearing.

"I do, wow," Keira playfully gasps, tickling your sides, "It's very roar-some!"

Leah appears with a drink in hand, "Ah, you guys are here!" She exclaims with enthusiasm, wrapping her free arm around Keira first and then Laura, "I see you met our little dinosaur of the night." She jokes.

"Hiya, Le!" Keira greets her best friend, "We did, and she looks absolutely adorable!"

"Mummy let me choose me outfit me' self!" You declare proudly.

"Yeah... I mean, I did try and sway her mind but well Buddy is very stubborn," Leah begins to explain, "Which I now realise is a trait she has picked up from either me or Jord, apparently."

"Oh, we could have told you that before," Holly chimes in on the conversation, holding another couple of drinks in her hand for Keira and Laura, "Personally, I think she takes after you more than she does Jord, especially when it comes to her stubbornness."

"What? Rude," Leah mumbles before she takes a sip of her drink, "I'm not that stubborn..." She retorts, mocking her offence.

"Sure, you tell yourself that," Keira snickers, thinking otherwise, "Where's the other troublemaker? It's quiet around here."

"Currently chatting Elle's ear off about whether she's watched Shrek or not," Leah explains with a half-amused smile, taking a sip of her drink, "I'm sure she'll be more than happy to see you both though!"

"We're here!" Beth announces, walking through the house with an energetic five-year-old attached to her, "We're not that late are we? Little miss here wanted to choose the perfect outfit to wear."

"No, no, you're just in time," Leah grins, wrapping her free arm around Beth and Viv, before crouching down to Rory's level, "Hi, Roo! Did you have a good Christmas with your Mummy and Mamma?"

"Hi, Auntie Le! I got loads of presents, and friends for Twix as well!" Rory is beaming a great big smile on her face.

"Roo!" You shout in excitement, wriggling in Keira's arms to get down.

Rory's face lights up even more, "Buddy!"

"Let's go an' play!" You are ecstatic to see your own best friend, Rory again, "Put me down' please, Auntie Kei!”

"As you wish, little dino," Keira obliges and sets you back down on the floor.

Beth chuckles, "At least the two of them are happy enough, Roos' been ecstatic about tonight," She tells her, before taking note of your outfit as you are set back down on your feet, "What's with the dinosaur costume? That's an acquired outfit, eh?"

"Let's just say I know which battles to pick, and this battle with my three-year-old, well it's just better to agree to the costume rather than the full-blown meltdown I could have ended up with," Leah explains with a shake of the head.

"Sounds like you've had a fun day then," Viv laughs in amusement.

"Just another day being a parent to a three-year-old," Leah retorts, shaking her head in asperation, "Don't even get me started on the swearing jar, either..."

"Mummy puts' lot of money in der cos' she always sayin' words she shouldn't!" You throw Leah directly under the bus, "An Mama 'ave one now as well!"

"Oh?" Keira arches her eyebrow in amusement.

"Yeah, let's not talk about that," Leah huffs in response, taking another sip of her drink in hand.

"Come on, Roo, let' go an' play!" You impatiently tug on Rory's hand, attempting to drag her over to where you'd thrown all your dinosaurs out, along with the rest of the toys out of your toy box, but there’s is always still room for more, "Mummy say no gettin' all me toys out but I think it fine!"

“Buddy, no more getting any more of your toys out,” Leah calls aloud, shaking her head with an aspirated sigh as she hears the unmistakable clatter of toys being thrown out onto the floor again, “I might as well just talk to myself right now– Buddy, no more, please or people are going to trip over them!”

“Mm, yummy pizza!” You exclaim enthusiastically, rubbing your stomach as you sit cross-legged on the floor, happily munching on a slice, “It good, isn’t it, Roo?” You ask your best friend, your grin as wide as can be.

“Yeah, it’s good!” Rory agrees with a mouthful of pizza, nodding eagerly.

From the corner of the room, Monkey strolls over, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, “Hey, munchkins!” She crouches beside you, her gaze fixed on your pizza like a cat watching a mouse, “You enjoyin’ that, little dinosaur?”

“I eatin’ pizza, Monks’!” You beam proudly, completely oblivious to her intentions, “Ou’ can’ have any! It mine!”

Monkey lets out a playful gasp, clutching her chest in mock offence, “What? Not even a single bite of it? I’m starvin’ over here!”

“Nooo!” You cry, clutching your pizza slice to your chest as if it were your most prized possession, “It mine, Monks’. No’ ours'!”

Monkey chuckles, but her hand moves faster than you expect. Before you can react, she pinches the tip of your pizza slice and takes a playful bite.

“Hey!” You squeal, scowling at her as you pull the now-smaller slice away, “Da mean! Dat mine!”

“Mm, it tastes even better when it’s stolen,” Monkey murmurs, licking her fingers with exaggerated satisfaction.

You glare at her, your cheeks puffing out in frustration, “No steal, Monks’. Dat bad!”

“Aw, come on Buddy,” Monkey ruffles your hair with a cheeky grin still plastered on her face, “Sharing is caring!”

“You can’t eat her pizza!” Roo exclaims, giggling as she keeps a tight hold of her own pizza.

“Nooo!” You huff, your voice growing louder in protest, “Mummy!”

“What’s going on in here?” Leah’s voice cuts through the room as she steps in, her hands on her hips, “Why does it feel like you two are always arguing at the minute? What’s happened this time?”

“Oh, hey, Le!” Monkey says, flashing her an innocent smile, “We’re not arguing, honest. We’re bonding! Right, Buddy?”

“Mummy! Monks’ is ‘tupid!” You accuse, pointing an accusatory finger at the teenage girl.

“Whoa,” Leah frowns as she crouches down to your level, “Hey, bubba, we don’t use words like that, do we? It’s nice not.” She tells you, her tone is gentle but still holds a sense of firmness.

“But she is doh! She ate m’ pizza!” You insist, your tiny fingers still directed at Monkey like a prosecutor in court.

Leah pinches the bridge of her nose, glancing up at Monkey, “What did you do that for?”

The teenage girl shrugs, still grinning sheepishly, “In my defence… Well, I guess there is none, but the pizza tasted super good!”

“There’s plenty of pizza left, Menace,” Leah sighs, shaking her head, “You’re only upsetting her when you take her things.”

“Yeah, okay, I didn’t think that one through,” Monkey admits, scratching the back of her neck, “Sorry, Buddy. I didn’t mean to eat your pizza. Am I’ forgiven?”

“No, m’ pizza gone now!” You whine, your bottom lip quivering as you clutch the remains of your slice, “I don’ like ou' right now, Monkey!”

“I’m really sorry for eating it, shrimp,” Monkey looks incredibley guilty about eating the pizza.

Leah strokes your hair gently, “It’s okay, bubba. We can get you another slice, yeah? It’s just pizza, there’s plenty of it.”

“But it’ mine!” You protest, sniffling, “An’ she ate it!”

Monkey’s guilty expression deepens, “Hey, Buddy. I’m really sorry for stealing your pizza,” She says, crouching to your level, “Tell you what–how about I make it up to you with some… lemonade?”

“Fizzy pop?” You ask, your tears momentarily forgotten as curiosity takes over.

“Yeah…” Monkey hesitates, instantly regretting her offer but knowing she’s already said it.

“Yeah!” You exclaim, your face lightening up with excitement.

Leah blinks at Monkey, her disbelief evident, “Are you serious right now? It’s almost 8 pm, Menace!”

Monkey shrugs with a custious smile, “Hey, look how happy she is now! Win-win, right?”

“Unbelievable,” Leah mutters, shaking her head, “You can have one small cup of lemonade, bubba, but no more than that. Just this once, and we’re not telling your Mama about this either, got it?”

“Oou' got it dude!” You beam a wide smile, sticking your thumb up in the air.

It’s inching closer to midnight, but you’re nowhere near tired. You’re sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the living room, surrounded by your toys, stacking blocks and chatting to Rory with endless energy.

“Stack it’ like dat Roo!” You insist.

“This way?” Rory replies in question, gesturing to the green block in her hand.

“Uh huh!” You nod in agreement.

“Come on bubba, time for bed," Leah says softly, holding her hand out to you.

You cross your arms stubbornly, sticking your bottom lip out in defiance, “No' bed. I stay up tonight with all da grown-ups!"

Leah crouches down to your level, tilting her head, "Oh no little miss. You definitely need to get some sleep, or you'll be super grumpy in the morning, won't you?"

"I no like dat. I be fine. I gots to stay awake!" You insist, stomping your foot for emphasis.

Leah bites back a smile, "I think it might be a bit too late for you, bubba," She says, pointing to your drooping eyelids.

"No, I stay 'wake. I wish 'erybody 'appy new year!" You tell her with determination.

"Buddy,” Leah sighs, rubbing her temples, “It's going to be very late, and I might get into trouble with Mama if I let you stay up, and she finds out, hmm?"

You shake your head, "Dat don't matter. I stay up wif everyone else!"

"Bubba--" Leah begins to speak.

"We don' hafta tell her. It 'kay!" You declare confidently.

Leah shakes her head, amused but exasperated, "That's not the point, little miss..."

Keira, lounging on the sofa, chuckles at the exchange, "She's really trying to blag you there," She says, grinning.

"Oh, she definitely is," Leah replies, raising an eyebrow at your mischievous grin.

"I stay up. Deal?" You say, holding out your tiny hand like a seasoned negotiator.

Leah laughs incredulously, "... What? No deal, bubba. Little girls like you can't stay up that late, it's bedtime for a reason, New Year’s Eve or not."

You pout dramatically, "Don' be borin' Mummy. I no like ou' when ou' like dat!"

"Umm excuse me little miss, I'm not boring,” Leah places her hands on her lips, feigning offence, “I am just wanting to make sure you're going to sleep at a reasonable time.”

"Come on Le, what's the harm in letting her stay up late for just tonight? It is New Year’s Eve after all, eh?" Keira chimes in, smirking.

Leah exhales a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I don't know why I even bother," She mumbles, "Fine, but if Jord questions it then it's on you to tell her!"

“It’s fine, I can deal with that,” Keira grins as she gets up off the sofa and scoops you up into her arms, “Come on my little dino, let’s go and find the biscuits in the cupboard!”

“Not too many because it’s near to bedtime– Oh, that went in one ear and out the other. Never mind…”

The living room hums with the warm buzz of conversation and laughter as Keira carries you into the kitchen. Setting you down on the counter, she holds you steady with one hand while rummaging through the cupboard with the other.

“Right then, little dinosaur,” Keira says, peering into the cupboard, “What biscuits do we fancy?”

“Da choc’late ones!” You exclaim, clapping your hands with glee, “Choc’late da bestest!”

Keira chuckles, pulling out a pack of chocolate biscuits and handing one to you, “Chocolate it is. But just one, alright? It’ll be our little secret, yeah?”

You nod eagerly, biting into the biscuit with a big grin, “I no tell! It our ‘ecret!”

Keira winks, popping a biscuit into her own mouth, “Exactly. Our secret.”

By the time midnight was approaching the party was in full swing. Laughter and music filled the room, and you were more determined than ever to prove Leah wrong by staying awake and joining in the celebrations.

Rory had long since succumbed to sleep, her head resting on Viv’s shoulder, but you were still fighting valiantly to keep your eyes open.

As the countdown began, your resolve wavered and you curled up on the sofa, a party hat sat crooked on your head, and a party blower hung limply from your mouth.

“10... 9… 8…” Everyone began to count down in the room.

But you didn’t even make it to one.

The sound of fireworks outside should have been enough to keep you awake, but it was all too much for you it seems.

“I think the partying might’ve been a bit much for her after all,” Holly quips with a grin, gesturing toward your peaceful, sleeping form.

Leah chuckles softly, crossing the room to you, “Oh, bubba,” She coos, carefully tucking a blanket around you. She brushes a stray curl for your forehead, her expression warm and tender, “Happy New Year, my little dinosaur.” She added, pressing a gente kiss to the top of your head, lingering a moment for straightening up.

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