childrens playroom

Night People

Summary: Dan is put on the night shift at McDonalds with the new kid.

Word count: 3.3K

[A/N] This is rated M for Mature. Read at your own risk.


Dan came into work at a quarter to ten that evening. It was bound to be a long night, so he had downed four cups of coffee in a span of 70 minutes before coming. Maybe four had been a bit much, but least he felt like he could dance the tango for two hours straight rather than like he was ready to die dramatically in the gross kitchen of the McDonalds he worked at.

The evening shifters were just cleaning up their things when he walked past the counter and into the breakroom. At the table in the corner was a boy he had not seen before. His manager was stood on the other side of the room, squinting at the roster on the corkboard. He turned around when he heard the door open and gave Dan a nod. Dan had worked here long enough to remember when his manager first started; when his eyes lit up every time he saw one of his employees come in. That was now a year and a half ago and boy, had this job sobered him up.

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We’ve gone and done it. TheFerrets have their own playroom. Spring cleaning has started, and this is what happened. The office has moved to the living room (which is good because my husband and I can be in the same room now) and the ferrets can free roam in here while were not home. Tada!!

usuk writing 9/23; nsfw

hello all this is a usuk nsfw omegaverse fic !! pls like and/or reblog if u liked so i know that u liked :’)


It had been years since Arthur had felt this good on account of his stupidly hard-working, stupidly oblivious husband. That wasn’t to say that Alfred never pleasured him. He certainly did – the man was even too touchy at times. But apparently something had gone on at Alfred’s work that day, since the Alpha came home with a palpable frustration and an itch for his mate. 

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“You’re the Best Nurse Ever!” (Nurse!Damien x Mika)

Damien loved being a nurse. He loved the smiles on the kids’ faces whenever he showed up at the hospital. His bag was always filled with carefully crafted and labeled gift bags, each one made for a unique and special child. Blue was Mary’s favorite color, and Damien made absolutely sure to only have blue M&M’s, a small blue airplane toy and a carefully folded blue ribbon in her bag. Black was Jesse’s favorite, and he had black licorice with a race car and a spinning top in his bag. Some children had a favorite shade or combination, like Lizzy who only liked light shades of yellow and purple together at once, or Sam (a young boy with bone cancer in the west wing of the hospital, who Damien made extra special care to visit every day) who loved black and orange things and tough looking action figures.

With careful hands and loving eyes, Damien made sure that each child had something to look forward to every week. Monday was Treat Day, Tuesday was Story Day, Wednesday was Adventure Day (in which he traveled around the hospital with them on a treasure hunt he put together himself) and Thursday was Magic Day (he had learned some slight of hand tricks from Matthew, and the kids LOVED it). He didn’t work weekends, but he always made sure to stop by to make sure the children’s spirits were high and the smiles remained.

He loved his job, and the children loved him.


Mika was extra careful this year. All her secret notes were in a hidden drawer in her grandfather’s study, and she only ever checked them when her husband was at work. Leafing through the pages, she double checked all the names and the plan before nodding and putting the small planner away. She looked through her bag and double checked the contents before nodding once more. 

“Alright, now to make sure everything is going according to plan over there…” Mika pulled her phone out and dialed a number she had memorized the month before, to avoid arousing suspicion from her husband. After a few rings, a young girl’s voice, maybe about 14, answered.

“Hey, Ms. Mika! Are you on your way?”

Mika smiled. Of all the children at the hospital, Anna was the oldest. A trustworthy girl, Mika would have been sad that she lost her legs in a car accident, but the girl’s energy was so infectious that she couldn’t even dream of being sad around her.

“Yup! I’m about to leave the house now. Are you guys ready?” She could hear the jingle of Anna’s earrings, a gift from Damien, as the girl nodded on the other end of the call.

“We are all set! Nurse Damien is on the other end of the hall doing a story time with the younger children, and he never skimps on that no matter what day it is. You have about another hour before he starts his rounds to everyone.”

“Awesome, thank you! Make sure everyone knows not to announce me being there, otherwise the surprise will be ruined.”

“Will do! See ya soon!”

A happy smile covered Mika’s face as she left the mansion and got into her car. Driving to the hospital was simple, as it wasn’t too far away. Her thoughts wandered to when Damien first mentioned how he wanted to be a nurse. Despite his current career path, he decided that working with children was something he wanted to do, especially children who needed something to cheer them up. As a nurse, he would be able to work directly with kids who needed a ray of sunshine, and he was determined from the beginning to be that exact ray. 

“Damien…you sweet cinnamon roll…I love you…” Mika murmured to herself as she pulled into the parking lot of the children’s hospital 15 minutes after she left her house. Some of the staff were waiting outside for her, and they quickly ushered her in and led her to one of the staircases. Damien’s floor wasn’t that high up, and there was less of a chance of him seeing her if she took the side staircase. She was careful to stay behind the wall of nurses and one doctor as they all crept past the play room (Damien was in the middle of acting out The Three Little Pigs, so he didn’t notice them) to Anna’s room further down the hall. Once there, Mika pulled the bag off her shoulder and handed everyone their items.

“Dr. Sampson, here are the noisemakers. Maddie, you hand out the hats. Josh and Max, make sure they have these wrist bands…”

One by one, each person involved was handed their mission and they slipped out of Anna’s room to the other rooms, gently shushing giggling children as they gave them wristbands, noise makers and hats. Small signs were placed on the doors and a tray of cupcakes was pulled out of it’s secret hiding spot in the staff lounge. Mika went to the middle of the floor and set up Damien’s birthday cake and his present on the front counter. Candles were lit, and Anna (her wheelchair was right next to Mika, though it was a tight squeeze considering that all the kids insisted on waiting in the hallway) cleared her throat just as she saw the silent okay from the wife of everyone’s favorite nurse.

“Nurse Damien! Could you come here, for a moment? I could really use your help!”

She gently hushed an excited squeal from 8 year old Mary, who proudly wore the red heart necklace Damien got her on her birthday that year. She didn’t have much in terms of family, and the family she had was usually really busy, so her birthdays were uneventful. When Damien heard this, he made sure to never miss her birthday, and he always got her something red, her favorite color.

Damien, who had just finished telling the children in the play room the moral of The Three Little Pigs, looked up in curious surprise. Anna never had to call him for anything, so what could it have been? Mild panic whelmed up in his chest before he remembered that there were other nurses and doctors available. So, what could it have been?

“I’ll be right there, Anna! Just give me a moment.” He excused himself from the children in the playroom, not paying any mind to the odd hurried shuffle of the doctor who took his place. He didn’t notice the odd silence in the hall as he walked down to where Anna’s room was. However, he did notice the large group of people standing around the front desk in the middle of the hall. He did notice Mika staring at him with the biggest smile on his face. And, he noticed the cry of “Surprise!! Happy birthday, Damien! The best nurse in the world!!!” ring in his ears from not only in front of him, but behind him. When he turned, he saw the kids and the doctor from earlier donned in the same hats and wristbands as the kids and staff in front of him. Behind his wife was a cake, and an oddly shaped and wrapped gift next to it.

He didn’t notice the tears that came to his eyes. He didn’t notice the grin that bloomed on his face. But, Damien did notice the crowd of children that awww’d and hugged him from all sides, the pats of his co-workers, and the warm embrace and kiss of his wife. Her murmur of “Happy birthday, my love” earned a tight hug in response from him as his heart soared in disbelief and happiness.

His very own birthday party, thrown by the kids he encouraged and the woman who encouraged him. It was so much more than he could ask for!

In fact, he didn’t think it could get any better when he blew out the candles on the cake, or when Mika handed him presents from his brothers and the staff. But, when he questioned the one on the counter, all wrapped up and oddly shaped, the looks he got from her and the kids made him realize that it could indeed get better.

His hands shook as he tore open the wrapping paper. His eyes widened when he saw the cover, and as he flipped through the pages a new wave of joyful tears sprang to his eyes. Wiping his face and clearing his throat, he read the title out loud to everyone, sure that they knew it already:

“’Happy Birthday, Nurse Damien! We Love You!’ By ‘The Kids of Lurie Children’s Hospital’.”

Every page was made by a child. Hand drawn and hand written, words of happiness, gratefulness and love were directed to him from each and every child in the hospital. Each page was unique, displaying the unique personalities of every child that Damien was careful to visit and cheer up every single day.

They made him a book. A book! And there wasn’t a single child who didn’t create a page for him! How could he be so blessed?

He thanked everyone from the bottom of his heart, and as everyone cheered at his acceptance of the gift, he hugged and kissed the one woman who truly gave him everything he could have ever wanted, and more.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He said into the crook of her neck as he held her, inhaling her scent and basking in her presence. Mika returned the tight embrace, overjoyed that the surprise party was welcomed and loved by him. She had wanted to let him know that he was appreciated dearly by those around him, and she was so happy that she succeeded. Of course, she couldn’t have done it without help from the kids.

“Damien, the truth is…” She pulled back and looked him deep in his beautiful blue-purple eyes, shiny with tears, “What did we ever do to deserve you?”

Damien wouldn’t tell you of a happier moment in his entire life. To this day, he reads the book every chance he can get, and he can’t help but cry every time. To be accepted and loved by so many people, and for them to make him his very own book…

He didn’t deserve them, but he couldn’t imagine life without them.

12 DAYS OF AKAFURI

Look at this almost day two and here I am wandering in at last call with day one, jeez. (IT’S NOT MIDNIGHT FOR ME YET I’M STILL IN DAY ONE IT COUNTS.)

Why, yes, they will all be interconnected into one AU!

Day One Prompt: Kindergarten

Title: And I Called Your Name (Part 1 of 12)

(Other Parts: Part 1(here)/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/ Part 10/Part 11/Part 12)

Synopsis: Furihata Kouki makes his first friend in kindergarten, and he’s very pretty, and very red.

AU: Childhood Friends AU

Pairing: Akashi/Furihata

Word Count: 800+

Note: Largely unedited because I’m just gonna churn these out with no time to go back and make them much better so please forgive any huge flaws you may spot.

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Louis Smut// Naughty Can Be Nice

Happy Golden Birthday Lou and Merry Christmas Everybody!

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You finished wrapping all the presents for Louis and your kids. You put them all in the closet as Louis walked in the room with a bag.

“Babe, I have an idea for the kids,” Louis said, placing the bag on the bed. “I want to surprise the kids with this.” He pulled out a red coat, a bread, and a hat.

“Did you buy a Santa costume for the kids?” you asked, walking over to him. “Louis, they’re gonna love it. Put it on, put it on,” you smiled. 


You walked into your childrens’ playroom watching them play with each other. The were playing around the small tree you and Louis let them decorate for themselves.

“Guys we have a visitor up stairs that I would like you guys to meet,” you told them, walking over. “He really wants to meet you guys.”

“Who is it?” your five year old son, Marcus, asked.

“Come up stairs and find out,” you smiled going up stairs with your kids behind you.

“Where’s daddy?” Isabella, your four year old, questioned. 

“Daddy will be home soon, but a good friend of his is here.” You walked into the living room where the Christmas Tree sat aglow. 

“Ho ho ho,” Louis mimicked, coming from up stars with a red bag filled with the presents. Your kids eyes went wide as Santa walked down the stairs. 

“Santa!” they all cheered. The two older kids crowded him with excitement. “I thought you only came on Christmas Eve?” Marcus asked.

“I have a long route this year and your dad said I could drop off your presents early this year,” Louis said.

Your daughter’s eyes went brighter, “You know our dad?” she asked. 

“Yes, he’s a great man,” Louis said about himself.

“Where are your reindeer?” Marcus asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Where’s your reindeer?”

Louis looked at you not having a response. “Your father gave Santa a ride here,” you quickly covered up.

“Exactly,” Louis smiled. “So what do you guys want for Christmas?”

Your kids sat in his lap happy to tell him exactly what they wanted. You took photos of this precious moment that you knew you would forever want. Louis answered every question that the kids where able to come up with. He was honestly really getting into character. 

“Now these gifts are for you guys, but you have to promise Santa not to open these until Christmas morning,” Louis told his kids. “But I need you to clean your rooms and get to bed on time if you want these presents.” They both nodded quickly before giving Santa a hug goodnight and off to their rooms.

“You’ve really made them happy,” you told Louis, pulling down his fake bread to reveal his clean shaved face. 

“No no no.” He pulled back up his bread and sat you on his lap. “You never told me what you wanted for Christmas.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I don’t know if a naughty girl like me should even tell Santa what she wants for Christmas.”

“We’ll Santa see everything, and I agree you’ve been a naughty girl. And here you are sitting own another man’s lap while your husband is out.”

You bit your lip. Your fingers played with the hairs under his hat. “But I’ve been told that being naughty can be nice,” you mumbled, pulling down his bread and placing your lips on his.

You untied his bread from his face, letting it fall off. His hands softly touched your stomach that was exposed through your lifted sweater. Chills ran down your spine as his finger touched you. You giggled as he picked you up by the backs of your knees to carry you to the bedroom upstairs.

“I don’t think I’m the only one that has been naughty,” you laughed, removing the Santa hat. 

He chuckled making it to the bedroom and laying you on the bed. His knee laid between your legs. He placed kisses around your collarbone as his arms gripped your waist. His hands roamed around your breast causing you to sigh in pleasure. He removed your sweater revealing your lace bra. Louis unhooked it from the front letting your breasts spill out of them.

His lips traveling down the valley of your breasts had his hands kneed your breasts, receiving a moan from your lips. Your hands wrapped around his back as your tried to stay quiet.

“I don’t think I’m the one showing much of her naughty side,” you breathed out. 

He licked his lip looking up into your eyes, “Then lets see what you can do.”

You smirked as you removed his Santa coat, throwing it on the ground, still under him. 

“Not even in these pants you can hide how turned on you actually are, babe,” you smiled removing  them to reveal his boxers. You palmed him through his boxers causing a moan and a buck from his hips.

You slowly removed his underwear while he cock slowly came up behind them. He sighed in relief. You gestured Louis to lay down on his back; he did so. Your fingers gently stroked up and down his member from the tip down. You allowed your thumb to circle around the head.

“Y/N, don’t be such as tease,” Louis groaned.

“But being naughty is more fun,” you reminded him, but you gave in to his plea.

Your soft lips wrapped around the head. A soft moan escape his lips already. Your tongue circled around it. You took more into your mouth. You took it slow with Louis making buck his hips in pleasure. He tried to thrust his hips into your mouth until you pressed them down. 

“Baby, you’re killing me.”

“Just enjoy yourself,” you told him before placing your mouth over his cock again. 

Your mouth worked more on the head; your hands worked the bottom part of his shaft. By the profanities falling out of his mouth, you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. You bobbed your head faster.

“I’m not going to cum like this,” Louis told you, lifting you up.

“Who said I was going to let you anyway,” you chuckled, wiping your mouth. 

“All fours. Panties off. Now,” he demanded while grabbing a condom from his nightstand.

You obeyed his command. You removed your underwear, leaving them on the bed. You placed your hands and knees on the bed.

Hands were placed on your hips. You could feel his hard member on your ass. His hand cupped your heat causing a moan.

“Doesn’t take much to get you wet, babe,” Louis growled before sliding himself into you. 

You let out a long and low moan as he fully entered you. You adjusted yourself before Louis started quickly thrusting into you.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re still so tight,” he moaned. 

His hips met yours at a quick pace. One hand wrapped around your torso to your breast. He grabbed your left breast, squeezing it.

“Fuck, L-Louis, harder,” you pleaded.

His growl was similar to a dark chuckle, “My girl is a naughty one,” he chuckled before a hard slap came across your ass. You groaned in both pleasure and pain.

His thrusts were relentless. Thighs and arms were as weak as your breathing was uneven.  

“Hmm, Louis you feel so good,” you hummed in between breathes. He slowed down, but you knew he wasn’t close yet.

“I want you to ride me,” Louis told you.

You giggled as you got up to pick up the Santa hat that was left on the floor, “I think I should wear this; its fitting.” He chuckled as you climbed back onto the bed. “Lay down.” You pushed him down into the mattress with a bit of force to his chest.

You straddled his lap before taking a hold to his member. You sunk down on his receiving a groan from you both. Your hips rolled against his as you placed your hands on his chest for balance.

You began to bounce on his cock leaving you in bliss. 

“Oh shit, Y/N,” Louis mumbled out, trying to keep his composer.

His hands grabbed your waist to assist you. Your pelvises collided faster bring you closer to your high. 

Louis couldn’t take it much longer. He thrusts were upward to met your hips. The force was too much for you to bear for much longer.

“Lou, I’m so close.” Your voice was up an octave.

“Come on, babe, cum for me,” he growled.

His thrust her sloppily as you met your high. He sat up, his chest meeting yours as he still helped you ride out your high by bucking his hips into yours.

“I got you, baby,” he sighed as you both rode your highs out together. 

You sighed out multiple times before your breathing became normal. You and Louis were still close when you finished your high. He kissed your temple.

“See naughty can be pretty nice,” you laughed, removing the Santa hat from your head.

“I’ll say,” he smirked. “Maybe we can test that again on my birthday or Christmas or New Years.”

“Maybe,” You kissed him once more. “Only if you’re nice.”

Captain Swan AU Prompt Series No. 4

Prompts could be: Spy school, rival spies, secret agents and a sprinkling of Marvel inspired madness thrown in. Because why not? ;)

Link to No. 1: Alphabet City

Link to No. 2: Of Singing and Streaking

Link to No. 3: Lie to me (I’ll lie to you, too)

Excerpt 

“We’re down to one pistol, a knife, and our brains and good looks.”

Her attempts to gaze disapprovingly at him dissolve into a small laugh instead, and she shimmies down to his branch and leans forward to rest her forehead against his. There is nothing romantic about this moment at all, certain death is less than two miles from them, and who knows where the hell rescue is, but they are together, she is breathing him in, so she can still smile.

“That’s plenty.”

Like Toy Soldiers

It was hard for him in the Orphanage at first. Killian was not like the other children, who arrived there barely hours old, squalling their displeasure into the wind. He was a full ten and half when he was bundled through the doors by the stubborn constable who had refused to believe that Killian’s dad was coming back for him, and he had paid for this behavior with the giant bruises the boy had dealt his shin.

Stay right here, son. Don’t move, all right? I’ll come back for you, right at this spot.

But when will you come back Dad?

Just stay right here, all right? There’s my brave boy.

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Story Time

One afternoon, Ofelia set up the playroom with comfy bean seats and set out some books on the play table. The children could read a little, but they were old enough now to begin seriously teaching how to properly read. After everything was set out, she called them to the room.

“Children! Come to the playroom, please!”

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