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pucksandpower · 2 months

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To the Moon and Back

Lando Norris x astronaut!Reader

Summary: not many people can say “I love you to the moon and back” literally … but you’re the exception

Based on this request

Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves 🫶

The roar of the engine echoes through the car as Lando revs the McLaren 720S Spider. You glance over at your boyfriend and can’t help but smile. His eyes are bright with excitement beneath his helmet.

“You ready for this, love?” He asks, giving your hand a quick squeeze.

You nod, adrenaline already pumping through your veins. “Let’s do it.”

As an astronaut, you’re no stranger to G-force. But taking a hot lap around the race track with Lando is a different kind of thrill. The track marshall gives a thumbs up and Lando eases the car out of the pit lane. He takes it easy for the first few turns, warming up the tires.

“How’s it feel?” He asks.

“Smooth,” you reply. “Can’t even tell we’re going 200.”

Lando grins. “Oh just wait.”

He floors it down the back straight, pinning you back against the seat as the speedometer climbs towards 320 kilometers per hour. The G-force builds as he brakes hard into the next corner, expertly controlling the slide.

You let out an exhilarated whoop. “Now that’s more like it!”

Lando chuckles. “Barely getting started, babe.”

The next few laps are a blur of adrenaline and speed. Lando dances the McLaren through the corners, braking impossibly late before powering out in a controlled slide. You relish the forces pressing you back into your seat, so similar yet so different from a rocket launch.

As you pull back into the pits, crowds of fans erupt into cheers. Lando parks the car and hops out, pausing to take off his helmet and run a hand through his curly hair before coming over to help you out.

“So, what did the astronaut think?” He asks with a playful grin.

You’re still catching your breath, heart pounding. "That was insane! What a rush."

Lando looks pleased, keeping an arm wrapped around you as you’re swarmed by fans seeking autographs and photos. Most want a moment with their favorite driver, but a few recognize you as well.

“She’s the astronaut girlfriend, right?” Someone asks.

You nod, giving a little wave. “Yep, that’s me!”

The fans seem impressed that you were able to handle Lando’s hot lap so easily.

“Wow, you took those Gs no problem!” A teenage girl remarks.

You laugh. “Well, I have some practice from launch and re-entry.”

“You must be fearless to be an astronaut,” adds an awe-struck boy.

“It’s intense for sure,” you agree. “But so rewarding.”

Lando smiles proudly, giving you an affectionate squeeze. “My girl’s a badass. Takes a lot more than some high-G corners to phase her!”

You laugh and pose for a few more photos before Lando regrettably has to head in to prep for free practice. After a quick kiss goodbye, you wander through the bustling paddock, enjoying the infectious excitement in the air on race day.

You’ve just grabbed a water bottle when you hear rapid footsteps behind you.

“Y/N, wait up!”

Turning, you see Lando’s performance coach approaching. He gives you a polite smile. “Got a minute?”

You nod. “For you, always. What’s up?”

He falls into step beside you. “I wanted to run something by you. Lando seems distracted lately during training and physio. Have you noticed anything off with him?”

You frown, thinking back over the last few weeks. Now that he mentions it, Lando has seemed a little distant at times.

“I have noticed he’s been quieter than usual,” you admit. “But I figured it was just nerves or fatigue going into the season.”

Jon nods thoughtfully. “Could be. I know he really wants to impress this year. But as his girlfriend, I thought maybe you’d have a better sense of if anything else is on his mind.”

“I’ll try to talk to him,” you promise.

“Appreciate it,” Jon says. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

You part ways and head out to the pit wall to watch the start of the race. But your mind is only partially on the action, thoughts preoccupied with concern for Lando. He’s normally so upbeat and energetic, but thinking back, you realize there has been a muted quality to him lately that is unusual. You wrack your brain trying to pinpoint if there was a specific incident that triggered this change, but come up empty.

After the podium, you pull Lando. “P3! What a freaking drive," you give him a quick kiss.

His eyes brighten momentarily. “Thanks, love. Feels good to start the season off strong.”

You study his face, wishing you could read his thoughts. “So … can we talk later? Maybe grab dinner in the city before heading back to the hotel?”

Lando shrugs. "Sure, I guess so."

You frown slightly. His response is lacking his normal enthusiasm. But the paddock is too crowded to dive deeper now. “Great, it’s a date!” You say brightly, taking his hand as you both head out to spray champagne. You’ll get to the bottom of this tonight.

After a flurry of post-race obligations, the two of you finally slip away to a quiet restaurant downtown. When the waiter steps away with your orders, you reach across the table to take Lando’s hand.

“So, what’s really going on?” You ask gently. “And don’t say nothing. Everyone can tell something’s been off lately.”

Lando sighs, avoiding your eyes. He runs his free hand through his curls. “It’s stupid, really …”

You squeeze his hand reassuringly. “If it’s bothering you this much, it’s not stupid. Talk to me, babe.”

He’s quiet for a long moment before responding softly. “I’m worried I don’t deserve you.”

You rock back slightly, caught off guard. “What? Where is this coming from?”

Lando keeps his gaze down. “It’s just … you’re this badass astronaut. You literally go to space! And I’m just a guy who drives cars in circles.”

Your heart aches for the vulnerability in his voice. You give his hand another supportive squeeze. “Lando, you’re so much more than that. Yes, I love space. But racing is your passion and you’re incredible at it. You bring joy to so many people. That matters.”

‘I know, but …” Lando trails off uncertainly.

You lean forward, gently tipping his chin up. “No buts. You deserve the world. I’m the lucky one here.”

He finally meets your eyes. “Really?” The doubt is clear on his face.

“Really,” you confirm. “I fell for you, Lando. Not your job or your fame. Your kindness, your humor, your giant heart … that’s what I love.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “When you put it like that …”

“It’s the truth,” you say firmly.

Lando lets out a long breath, his shoulders dropping as the tension eases. “I’ve been in my own head about this for weeks. Should have just talked to you sooner.”

“Well, you have me now,” you remind him. “No more keeping worries bottled up, deal?”

“Deal,” he agrees, lifting your hand to his lips for a gentle kiss. “Have I mentioned lately how amazing you are?”

You laugh. “It’s always nice to hear.” Your heart swells with happiness to see the sparkle back in his eyes.

Just then your food arrives, and Lando insists you try a bite of his pasta. The conversation flows easily again as you trade stories and banter. With the worry lifted from his shoulders, Lando’s charm and humor are on full display. By the time you meander hand in hand back to the hotel, the moon is high in the sky.

Lando pauses outside your door. “Thank you for tonight. And just … for everything. You’re my whole world.”

“I love you to the moon and back.” You gaze at him adoringly for a moment before adding, “Now, I believe a celebration is in order for that podium today …”

You open the door and pull him inside by his collar as he laughs. As you kiss him deeply, you make a silent promise to always be the safe space he can turn to when doubts creep in.

You’re the luckiest girl in the world to be loved by this incredible man. And you plan to spend every day proving he’s worthy of the same boundless love … to the moon and back.

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You take a deep breath as you stare out the small window of the shuttle, watching the Earth get smaller and smaller as you ascend into the sky.

This is it. Your first mission to the moon.

You’ve dreamed of this moment since you were a little girl, gazing up at the glowing orb in the night sky and imagining yourself walking across its cratered surface.

As an astronaut with NASA, you’ve completed years of intense training to prepare yourself mentally and physically for the rigors of space travel. But nothing can fully ready you for the surge of emotions that hits you now as your childhood fantasy becomes reality.

Excitement.

Awe.

A twinge of nervousness.

And above all, gratitude. Gratitude for the opportunity to push the boundaries of human exploration. To boldly go where only a handful of people have gone before.

You think of Lando. How his eyes lit up when you got the call informing you that you had been selected for this mission. How he immediately started planning a big celebratory dinner, inviting all your friends and family. How he held you tight before you left for quarantine and launch preparations, whispering “I’m so proud of you” and “I love you to the moon and back.”

Your relationship with Lando has always been anchored in mutual love, trust and encouragement. As a Formula 1 driver, he understands the demands and dangers of your job, the laser focus it requires. When he races, you’re trackside or glued to the TV, cheering him on. When it’s your turn to take the spotlight, he’s equally in your corner, hyping you up and telling anyone who’ll listen that his girl is an astronaut headed to space.

You chuckle thinking back to when you first met Lando at an Engineering for the Next Generation event. Him in his McLaren gear, standing out like a beacon in bright papaya. You in your crisp blue flight suit, NASA insignia shining. Sparks didn’t just fly, they erupted into fireworks.

Fast forward five years and here you both are, thriving in your dream careers, happily together and each other’s biggest fans.

Your daydreaming is interrupted by the voice of the commander crackling over your headset. “Prepare for trans-lunar injection burn.”

It’s time.

You watch attentively as the burn commences, adjusting the shuttle’s trajectory until you’ve escaped Earth’s gravity and are hurtling towards the moon.

The next few days pass in a blur of course corrections, equipment checks, meals, sleep, and anticipation. Then finally, the moment arrives. You feel the shuttle tremble as the engines fire, slowing you down until you achieve lunar orbit insertion.

For the first time, you’re gazing upon the entirety of the moon’s pockmarked surface rather than just a slice of it in the night sky. It’s simultaneously familiar and foreign, a world both near and far.

“We are go for powered descent,” comes the voice of Mission Control. The shuttle shudders as the lander separates, ferrying you and your crewmates down to the awaiting surface. Through the window you watch the grey, dusty terrain rise up to meet you. A perfect landing kicks up plumes of powder.

You’ve arrived.

Stepping outside in your bulky space suit, you marvel at the stark beauty surrounding you. The pitch black sky, dotted more vividly with blazing stars than you could have ever imagined. The rolling plains and hills in muted grays. The unfiltered rays of the sun overhead. And above all, the profoundly silence, unlike anything you’ve experienced on noisy Earth.

You bend down and scoop up some lunar soil, letting it sift through your gloved fingers.

The next two days pass swiftly, filled with collecting samples, setting up experiments, and traversing the alien landscape. Too soon, it’s time to depart. As the shuttle lifts off in a spray of dust, you take one last look at the moon’s cratered face, etching it into your memory.

Returning to Earth, you’re met with great fanfare. Lando wraps you in an enormous bear hug, his relief and elation at having you home safe and sound is infectious. “I’ve missed you so much! Can’t wait to hear all about it,” he holds you tight and refuses to let go.

At the dinner he’s arranged, surrounded by your closest friends and family, you regale everyone with stories about your lunar experience.

Walking in spaces so silent your own heartbeat sounded thunderous. The inexplicable lightness in your limbs from the reduced gravity. Seeing Earth hover above the horizon, a blue and white marble in the void. The sense of wonder at walking upon a heavenly sphere humans have gazed upon for millennia but few have ever touched.

“I’ve always loved you to the moon and back,” you tell Lando, taking his hand. “Now I can say I’ve literally loved you to the moon and back.”

You see his eyes widen as you pull out a small pouch and tip glittering gray dust into his palm — a moon rock. “A little piece of the moon, just for you,” you close his fingers around it.

Lando is momentarily speechless, touched beyond words by your gesture. Then a grin spreads across his face. “You are simply out of this world,” he laughs. “This is going in my trophy case for sure!”

Over the next year, Lando has the moon rock fashioned into a ring, which he wears on race days for good luck. Sure enough, he scores his first ever victory that season, a thrilling achievement after years of near misses and podium finishes.

Standing on top of the podium, Lando whoops and thrusts his trophy high. Then he gazes straight into your eyes and says words meant only for you. “This one’s for the person who has always loved me to the moon and back.”

You beam with joy, pride surging through you. In that moment, all the years of supporting each other through the highs and lows to follow your passions feel profoundly worth it. Because at the end of the day, whether it’s launching into space or racing on Earth, you’re always each other’s biggest fans, connected by a love deeper than any distance — even 768,800 kilometers to the moon and back.

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starkwlkr · 2 months

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can u make an imagine where Noah is graduating pre-k or something and the whole family would be there like imagine proud dad max 😍😍😍

and a little family interaction between reader max and Noah 🥲❤️

oh, the places you’ll go | max verstappen

You, Max, his mother and sister were in the assembly hall of Noah’s school. It was his graduation from pre-kindergarten and you were holding back tears. Your baby was growing up. The ceremony was going to start soon and Max was getting his phone ready to film and take pictures.

“Do you think he will see us? Maybe we should change seats, there’s some empty ones up there.” Max wondered since they were seated right in the middle.

“It’s fine, Max. I let him know where we are sitting. I’m sure when Noah is on stage you’ll stand up and yell his name so yeah i am positive he will see us.” You chuckled. Then Noah’s teacher came out with a microphone to let everyone know the ceremony was starting.

“Please welcome our graduates!” The teacher announced as music started to play while the line of kids started coming in to the assembly hall.

The kids were lined up by their last name so Noah was near the end, but that didn’t bother him. He was happy since he was next to a friend of his. As he walked towards the stage, Noah kept looking for his family. He then spotted his father waving his hand so Noah could spot him.

“Look! That’s my dad!” Noah told his friend. Noah then waved back to Max.

“He saw me!” Max smiled brightly.

Finally, all the kids were on stage in their little plastic chairs facing the audience. After everyone was seated, Noah’s teacher, Ms. Dutton, have a speech about how proud she was of the kids. She then announced that each kids would come up to the microphone and say what they wanted to be when they were older.

Many of Noah’s classmates said the common careers like astronaut, teacher etc. When it was Noah’s turn, you got ready with your phone to take a video. Noah had told you what he wanted to be and you knew that you needed to record Max’s reaction to your son’s answer.

“Noah, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“When I grow up I want to be the team principal of Red Bull so my dad can win more races and be world champion a lot of times.”

Laughter erupted from the audience, many parents knew who Noah’s dad was so they thought it was funny. Max laughed as well loving the answer. He didn’t even notice you were recording his reaction.

“He’s going place.” Max said while clapping for his son.

“Another Verstappen in Formula 1!” Sophie laughed.

After every kid said their answers, it was time for them to receive their diplomas. Now it was Max’s turn to be the photographer. He made sure to get the right angle when it was Noah’s turn.

“Noah Verstappen.” Ms. Dutton said as the Verstappen family clapped and cheered for Noah.

“Hi dad!” Noah waved to Max from the stage. Max waved back then continued to take several pictures of Noah being handed his diploma. His phone was pretty much pictures of Noah anyway.

After the ceremony, you all went to pick up Noah at his classroom. When you arrived, you found him sitting at his regular seat with his friend playing with toy cars. It took him a second to realize his family had arrived, but when he spotted you, he ran towards you and Max.

“My beautiful boy just graduated! I’m so proud of you, Noah.” You picked him up and showered him with kisses then set him down.

“Congratulations Noah!” Sophie hugged her grandson. “Are you going to help your dad win more championships?”

“Yes! And he’s going to win a lot!”

“Watch out, everyone, another Verstappen is coming to the paddock.” Victoria teased.

“Dad did you see me?” Noah asked as Max picked him up.

“I did! Did you see me?”

“Yeah, I heard you so many times and I told my friend that you were my dad and he said that he likes your car because it goes so fast.” Noah explained.

Noah then decided to show his dad around the classroom and show him some of his work that was stapled to the cork board while you chatted with Sophie and Victoria. Max payed close attention to everything Noah was telling him even if half of it didn’t make sense, he still listened. Noah then showed him a drawing that he made of Max, you and him with his car.

“This is you and mommy and me and your car.” Noah pointed out. “You don’t have your trophy because you didn’t win it yet.” Max assumed it was a drawing of them from Abu Dhabi 2021 before the race started.

“It’s beautiful, Noah. I’m going to take a picture of it so I can show everyone in the paddock.” Max them took his phone out and took several pictures.

From where you stood, you watched your boys. It was too adorable seeing Max with Noah. You knew that Noah would be loved and protected by Max everyday. You thank your lucky stars everyday that Max came into your life.

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jarofstyles · 2 years

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“Mm… messy little bug.” His thumb wiped the corner of the baby’s little mouth, cleaning the applesauce from it as they sat on the blanket in the park. Y/N sat dozing to the side, book covering her chest as she had accidentally fallen asleep while they relaxed on their day in the park.

Their baby was finally making moves to crawl and could sit up properly on his own. A curious little thing and also a bit protective, he fussed a little as his view of his mother had been obstructed by his fathers head. Of course he loved his dad, but his momma was something special.

“Oh no. None of that fuss.” He scolded lightly as he brushed the hair from his little face. He had been born with the gift of hair, with was usually combed and in cute little styles that Y/N loved to experiment with. Today they had a teddy bear headband but he had ripped it off not long after settling into their picnic blankets. “I know. Mumma is right here. Safe and sound.” He used his other hand to tuck a bit of hair behind her ear as well.

The two loves of his life, sitting safe and sound in the tree mottled sunbeams. The breeze making the branches sway and moving the beams, making the baby squint every so often as he crawled closer to Harry’s lap to mess with the strings on his jeans. “Your grandmum yelled at me for these jeans you know. Said, ‘why bother buying jeans when there’s holes in them! You should get a discount.’ Which, I think there’s a point to. But it’s fashion, baby bug.” He stressed, watching the big baby eyes look at him with an owl like curiosity. The grubby little hands were tugging lightly on the fabric again before grumbling a little ‘ba.’

“Precisely. You’re so smart. You’ll understand fashion. You get that from your mother, of course. She’s incredibly well read. Look at her. She’s reading….” He squinted, looking at the cover. “Ice Planet Barbarians. I’m sure that’s a classy novel. All about new worlds and exploration of a new planet!” He cooed. “One day, you could do that. Could be an astronaut, I reckon.” Harry ran a finger over the soft little cheek of his baby boy. “Or maybe a musician. A writer? Whatever you’d like to be. We will help you as much as we can.”

“True.” A sleepy voice came from the side, making their baby completely abandon Harry’s jeans and crawl back towards his mother. “But he doesn’t want to go to this planet. It’s a naughty momma novel.” She placed it down, instead grabbing their miracle and plopping it on her tummy. Immediately he settled down, head resting on her breasts as she stroked his back.

“Oi. Stole my spot, bug. Not cool.” Harry pouted, scooting down to lay next to them both. “Very comfortable. 10/10 sleep spot. I’d like it back, but I can share just this once.” He mumbled, leaning over to kiss the back of his head and then Y/N’s sleep swollen lips. “Take your nap in the sunbeams, my loves. Let me take a crack at this book myself.”’

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drunkewok · 11 months

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Tiger Inside Chapter One

Stray Kids Mafia (Ongoing)

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Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

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Remember when we were kids and the teacher would instruct us to draw whatever we wanted to be when we grew up? Boy, were all of mine wrong.

Instead of being the doctor,

the firefighter,

the astronaut,

the vet,

I’m traversing a crowded upscale lounge, delivering drinks to plastered patrons clad in designer suits as they discuss their next business merger. Something I wouldn’t highly suggest digesting beside a bottle of drained soju, but who am I to decide that.

Rather, my drawings should have been that of a scandalously dressed cocktail waitress, the click of heels echoing off of stained mahogany, eyes shallow in the shadows from nights of little sleep, and the forced smile in lieu of a groan at another poor excuse of a drunken pickup line.

My body sat propped up by my elbows on the cold surface of the bar, my eyes pointed, but unfocused, on the bottles of liquor adorning the shelf. The music and voices behind me failed to make it past my ears, a simple white noise drowned out by the mindless black screen that sat behind my eyes.

“Earth to Siu, any lights on in there?” I blinked sharply as my attention is pulled to the gentleman standing across the bar with snapping fingers, a tray littered with expertly assembled drinks placed in front of me.

“Shit, thank you” Quickly snapped back to my reality, I slipped the tray forward onto my hand and raised it to my shoulder, before finally looking up to the bartender’s eyes watching me, carefully painted with worry. “I’m good Seongho, just zoned out for a second.” I flashed him my best attempt of a smile before retreating back into the sea of patrons.

Blossom sat tucked away in a back alley, door unlisted, in the dark corners of the Gangnam Business District. Those in attendance only knowing of the location by word of mouth. It made for a simpler atmosphere in terms of customer service. Our patrons were always regulars, creating a social environment, and causing loose lips of the inebriated businessmen made far too comfortable sharing details of their personal lives beyond the front door of the establishment.

This made it that much more surprising when a glance to the door let me observe two unfamiliar faces strolling in and making their way to a booth in the back corner, much younger than the usual, older crowd. My gaze follows the two across the room, once distinctly taller than the other and both in expertly tailored suits. The tray perched upon my hand is now tucked under my arm after placement of the last drink, making my way towards the newcomers now settled in their booth. In my approach I can notice they haven’t spoken to each other at all since sitting, instead they sat silently observing those around them. A tension sat in the air as I neared their table, an uneasy feeling quickly settling into my stomach as I leaned against the end of their booth, giving my best go at a genuine smile in an attempt to slice the thick air as I spoke.

“Been a while since we’ve seen some new faces here, welcome to Blossom.” My eyes flicked between the two, trying to give them a grin, the feeling in my stomach starting to make permanent residence “My name is Siu, what can I get you two to drink tonight?” The moment Siu left my lips the two exchanged a glance before the taller of the two grabs my attention with a clearing of the throat. His hair is a crisp blonde, perfectly swept back with what looked to be enough hairspray to commit arson at just the thought of a spark. His eyes avoid mine, still glued to the peer in front of him. The second male had equally bleached hair, although shorter and much more tousled than the first’s. His cheeks were peppered with freckles, a bit of boyish charm to his appearance. I held my arms across the tray pressed to my stomach, finding at least some solace in closing in my body language just slightly through the tension.

“Two whiskeys, neat.” The first’s voice was sharp, quick and to the point. I pursed my lips with a subtle nod, clearly they weren’t going to be the talking type.

“Alrighty then, I’ll be back shortly with those.” Tucking the tray back under my arm, I settled firmly back on both feet before turning my way back towards the bar.

“Could I possibly get a water with that too? Please and thank you!” The second’s voice caught me off guard, much deeper than I initially would have expected coming from that face, especially paired with the grin that quickly adorned his cheeks. At least one of them seemed friendly. With a smile and a nod I turned back on my heels. “You don’t have to be so cold to her, Hyung.” ever so quietly I could hear him mutter to the first as I walked away. I let a quiet giggle leave my lips, go figure the younger was the more polite one, but even taking to scolding his older was going to be entertaining to me.

“New blood?” Seongho nodded to the two in the corner before glancing back to me with a raised brow.

“Yeah, interesting characters for sure. Not the usual crowd.” I set the tray to the counter, glancing back over my shoulder and catching the eye of the older of the two burning into my skin. I quickly swiveled back to Seongho, with wide eyes. “Alrighty then, we got a watcher, add that to the list.” Our exchanged laughter at the two muffled by the start of a new vocals from the stage where the live artist settled in front of the mic with a fresh trot song. “They want two whiskeys, neat. Oh, and a water too” Seongho made haste pulling a bottle from the shelf behind him, filling two rocks glasses and placing them onto the tray with a grin and a wink.

“Good luck out there, don’t let ‘em eat you alive.” He quickly added a water bottle before shooing me off into the crowd once more, the rest of the night falling into the same monotonous pattern as always.

The two started to frequent the lounge every night, and each night turned into weeks, then quickly months. Slowly but surely I was able to chip away at the icy exterior of the older. He finally began to speak to me in full sentences, and dare I say I’ve gotten some laughter out of him on a couple occasions. I definitely spent more time focusing on him, determined to get him out of his hard shell. Eventually they shared their names, finally getting to put Hyunjin and Felix to their faces. Without fail they always showed up in their crisp suits, never a thread out of place and ties never loosened, their order always two whiskey neats and a water for Felix. Seongho insisted that they never showed up when I wasn’t working, but I kept assuring him that they were probably just sneaking in under the radar as usual and being assisted back in the corner unnoticed.

The night already wasn’t playing out smoothly for me, missing my bus adding time to my already long commute and surely setting me up for a late clock in. I made my way quickly out to the floor, finding Seongho behind the bar as I let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m so glad you’re working tonight, everything has been going wrong and it’s nice to see your face here.” I began to grab a tray and prepare it in front of me as Seongho immediately set two whiskeys and a water onto it.

“Your boys are already here, been waiting for you in the usual booth.” I glanced over my shoulder to see Felix sitting facing the bar, the spot usually occupied by Hyunjin, as he gave me a small wave and soft smile. I turned back to Seongho, with a sigh. “Yeongja tried greeting them and asking their order, but they just told her they’ll happily wait for you to get here.” With a groan I started to lift the tray onto my hand.

“So I’m the only one allowed to serve them? They’re choosing favorites now?”

“Siu, you’re always the only one serving them.” Seongho leaned against his hands on the bar and glanced back to the booth. “This is just the first time they explicitly mentioned you. Maybe one of ‘em has a little crush you never know.” He quickly clapped his hands together with a mischievous grin. “Oh my god, maybe you can finally get a date.” I swear my eyes rolled back so fast that if they had any more force behind it they would’ve popped directly out of my skull.

“You’re very funny, Seongho.” Balancing the tray upon my hand I maneuvered through the crowd to the back corner where Hyunjin and Felix sat, in a tense silence just like the first day they came. Setting the glasses down, I grinned at the two.

“My apologies for my late arrival tonight, one of our other waitresses would have been glad to serve you so you two weren’t waiting on me” My smile wasn’t reciprocated from either of the boys, that original unsettling feeling back in my stomach. This felt like a weird case of deja vu.

“You had us worried there for a second.” Hyunjin took a sip from his glass, staring forward at the table, his cold demeanor clearly back. “We thought you weren’t going to show tonight.”

“Oh no I’ll always be here, just ran into some hiccups that made me a bit late.” My forced smile was surely becoming more evidently fake as I tried to keep the conversation going. Even Felix has a bit of chill to him tonight, the two exchanged a glance before Felix finally looks up to me with a strained smile.

“Well don’t let us keep you, we know you’re probably behind schedule now and have a lot on your plate.” With a smile and slight bow I thanked the younger before continuing to make my rounds around the floor, a full house of patrons making use of their Friday night.

Thankfully the night seemed to progress fast and smoothly, at least my shift was going on without a hitch. Although I realized time had escaped me and I hadn’t had the chance to check in with Hyunjin and Felix for a while, but as I glanced over to their booth I found it empty. A twinge of disappointment settled in my chest at not being able to bid them goodbye, but I knew they’d be back during my next shift and I could once again apologize to them for letting time get the best of me.

Seongho and I slipped our coats on, the night finally coming to an end. He flicked the lights off behind us as we exited into the late night air before turning around and securely locking the door behind us and making our way down the alley to the main street.

“Are you in tomorrow?” Seongho’s voice finally broke the silence as we reached the sidewalk before parting ways.

“No, thankfully I can rest tomorrow, I’m exhausted.” I stretched my arms back, feeling the pull in my muscles before glancing back to Seongho. “Get home safe, alright?”

“You too, Siu. Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.” Seongho patted my arm before making his way up the street as I turned the opposite way and started my own trek home.

I’ll be first to say that I know walking home at such an hour alone is never my best choice, but it had a calming nature to it within the empty streets. Only the occasional passing car and very few other pedestrians littering the streets. It provided me with the much needed calm down period after my shifts, and I wouldn’t trade those walks for the world.

Yet tonight proved itself different, a looming anxiety was firm in my bones that my walk wasn’t as lonely as usual, but could never pinpoint the reasoning for the feeling. No one was in sight, and each time I turned around to check, no one was behind me. I contemplated trying to catch a bus for the remainder of my commute, but instead of feeling like a sitting duck at a bus station I opted for adding a bit of pep to my step and speeding up my steps.

A wave of relief washed over me as I finally reached the doors of my apartment building, slipping in as fast as I could and ensuring the door was firmly shut behind me before making my way towards the elevators. The building was quiet as ever at these hours, not a voice or peep to be heard. There was nothing I was looking forward to more than removing my makeup and crawling into bed under my warm covers and allowing myself to drift into slumber. A warm shower was in the plan as well, my muscles felt stiff and needed some form of relaxation.

Finally settled into pajamas, wet hair, and tea in hand I slipped under the blankets, immediate comfort taking over me as the hot liquid made its way through my chest like the roots of a tree. I flicked on the tv, searching for a documentary to put on for a quiet lull of a voice to assist in my sleep before settling my head onto the pillow and letting my eyelids grow heavy.

The morning sun was the first thing to wake me up, the absence of a screaming alarm giving some comfort to my warm morning. Sitting up, I attempted to blink the sleep away from my eyes, the morning fog starting to clear from my head with a yawn.

My slippers dragged across the floor as I shuffled into the kitchen, in dire need of a cup of morning coffee. After prepping the coffee maker, I leaned against the counter and crossed my robe tighter across my body in an attempt to hold in any warmth before the heater could finally kick on and warm the apartment.

The ding of a complete coffee cycle alerted me to my prepared drink. Sipping from my mug, I leaned against the counter again, waiting for the caffeine to make its way into my veins. I scanned the apartment from my spot, making a mental note of my to-do list needing to be completed throughout my day. My eyes fell on my front door next, more specifically a white envelope on the floor sitting in front of it.

“What the fuck…” I set down my mug and made my way towards it. Surely this wasn’t there when I got home last night, I would have noticed it when I took my shoes off. Its positioning looking like it had been slipped under my door in the night. Bending down to pick it up, I slowly broke the seal of it and began to unfold the paper sitting inside, the name on the sheet quickly making my stomach drop and all source of breath leave my body.

Y/n.

We need to have a talk.

East bank of the Tancheon bridge, 9pm.

- Felix.

Next Chapter

#stray kids mafia #stray kids #skz mafia #skz #lee know x reader #lee know enemies to lovers #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #jeongin #fanfiction #stray kids freeze #drunkewok

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warriors-of-no-hope · 9 months

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Promo?

"Oh! Look, it's on, it's on~!"

The camera opened to a group of five, the one who spoke being a boy with purple hair who shook another boy with blue hair excitedly.

"Hiya hiya hi~! I'm Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader and the class president of the freshman class at Tankadaigaku University!"

"Ouma, you don't have to grip Saihara so tightly, you look like you're about to snap his arm off."

Kokichi pouts, but lets go of the blue-haired boy, who seems relieved.

"Alright, then. I am Korekiyo Shinguji, and they call me the Ultimate Anthropologist. Please, do not ask me to remove the mask."

"Hey, everyone. I'm Shuichi Saihara, and I'm called the Ultimate Detective. Ah... D-Don't get too attached to the title, though, it's more symbolic these days than anything else, heh..."

"Well, heya! My turn then? I'm Kaito Momota, the heroic Luminary Of The Stars, and the Ultimate Astronaut! Don't be shy, I'm a cool guy and I don't bite."

"Aww, but isn't that more fun if you bite~?"

He giggles and Kaito blushes, looking to the side.

"Kidding, kidding~. Anyway, it's... your... turn."

He says this in a disgusted tone as the only girl of the group steps forward.

"Jeez... All these years, and I'm still not good at introductions. Uhh... I'm Tsumugi Shirogane, the Ultimate Cosplayer. I like fashion and makeup and... all that stuff. I also occasionally dabble in engineering."

"That said, guys, can we get a promo? It'd be cool if ya did!"

(( Feel free to ignore, interact if not tagged, or ask for your tag to be removed! MODS that play Kokichi or Kotoko on ANY blog in ANY capacity DNI!!!!!! ))

@project-ultimate-children @after-neo-world @human-monokuma @pizza-for-my-friends @garden-0f-3den and @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer!

#⚽️ former li'l p.e. ; astronaut — kaito 🌙#📚 former li'l social studies ; detective — shuichi 🔎#🎨 former li'l art ; anthropologist — korekiyo ⛩️#🎭 former li'l drama ; supreme leader — kokichi 🎲#🧸 former li'l homeroom ; cosplayer — tsumugi 🪡

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red--story-writer · 7 months

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Can you make a part two where they find out

Also I hope you're doing ok👉👈

Fine, i am beating my mood for you and the other ask in my inbox 😤❤️❤️

'first broken heart'

part 2

It's the next morning after the sleepless night the young hanma sister had. even after her mother tried to not tell Baki and her boys anything, they still know that something is clearly not right.

they sit together at the table eating their breakfast,a weird silence captures the room.

"May i ask....why i heard you cry so terribly my dear?" Baki's eyes move from his plate to his daughter, her eyes, however, remain fixed on her plate, leaving her fathers ask unanswered.

her oldest Brother moves her long bkack haie behind her ear and lowers his head down to look in ber eyes "hello.... Earth to (your name)... anyone there?"

(your name) can't help but chuckle a little "i am Here....what does Earth want?.."

with a smile her Brother continues the little game "earth would like go know what makes It's beautiful astronaut so sad.."

she lays her cutlery down and let's out a soft sight "can't hide it from you can I..... It's about (name)...he-"

before the young girl can finish her sentence the table cracks at the side and the cutlery that is in her father's hands breaks inti pieces as if it's nothing.

"what did he do." Baki's eyes raise up to his daughter furious, his hair flaming up like fire which got lighted up by more wood.

(your name) knew that hiding it is useless....so there was no other way anymore.

"he.....cheated....."

within a second the table on which the three boys leaned on broke in many pieces and the intact cutlery clinked on the floor.

Kozue laid her hand on Baki's "please.....things like these happen.....she will find Someone new and better...."

Baki looks over to Kozue and takes a deep breath " true..." he looks over to his daughter "but. did he hurt you physicaly?."

the young girl shakes her head "just a rude way to tell me he lost interest....."

her brothers are furious and try controling themselfes. even tho the table is down already,the rest of the house doesn't need to be.

"promise me.....you won't hurt him....."

Baki and the brothers look at their sister quiete confused but slowly nod as a promise

"thanks...." (your name) smiles soft and get's up from her chair "i will take a shower now..." she leaves and disapears in the bathroom.

".....how do we kill him dad?." the boys look at their father who leans back in his chair. "slowly and painful." he adds to his son's.

"oh hunny...." kozue covers her eyes with her hand.

#reader #story #character #character x reader #baki #kaoru hanayama #baki hanma #doppo orochi #gouki shibukawa #katsumi orochi #baki the grappler x reader #baki the grappler #baki dou #baki gaiden scarface #baki gaiden

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inevitably-johnlocked · 6 months

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i’m so sorry this is hyper specific…. any fics where john calls sherlock ‘WILLIAM!!’ when he’s in trouble or something?? i think it would be hilarious

Hey Nonny!

AHHHHHH eeeee I don't know if I have anything specifically for that, but over the years I have been asked for William Fics, so I'm just gonna use your ask to finally collect what I have <3 If anyone has anything more specific to Nonny's request, please let us know, 'cause Nonny's right, it'd be funny LOL.

That said, here is what I have for "William" fics, which I just did a search for his name and probably don't have any of them correct :( I pulled what I had on my MFL list as well to make this list a bit longer for you. Apologies ahead of time if they're not "William" focussed.

Please let me know if y'all have more!

SHERLOCK’S CALLED “WILLIAM”

See also: Sherlock Called William (Alexx's List)

Vale Mea by JohntheBlonde (G, 622 w., 1 Ch. || Implied/Referenced Death, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Pining Sherlock, Epistolary) – 'I, William Sherlock Scott Holmes...hereby...declare this my last Will and Testament.'

what’s in a name by flight815kitsune (NR, 1,285 w., 1 Ch. || Soulmates AU) – There were some things you just knew. The name, if you were lucky enough to get one, was one of those things.

Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 23,031 w., 64 Ch. || Post-TRF, Online Dating, Pining, Epistolary, Cybersex, Long Distance Romance) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Part 1 of Dear John

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space

MARKED FOR LATER

A Prequel of Sorts by foxy61 (G, 6,561 w. || Kidlock / Teenlock, Time Manipulation, Big Brother Mycroft) – William Sherlock Scott Holmes was born in a little cottage in the middle of a blizzard January 6th 1977. He was delivered by an ex-army doctor, one Dr. John Hamish Watson who apparently didn’t exist or at least not yet. Part 2 of A Blizzard Started it All

I Don't Need You to Like Me by Ranowa (T, 7,146 w., 1 Ch || Different First Meeting, Autistic Sherlock, Ableism, Papa Lestrade, Big Brother Mycroft, Child Abuse, Kidlock) – Greg's introduction to child abuse cases is a small, surly child with a broken arm named John Watson... and the even smaller, nonverbal boy that won't leave his side. The smaller, nonverbal boy named William Holmes.

To Belong Series by DrFish (T, 19,400+ w. across 4 works || Series WiP || Victorian / Mythical AU || OctoJohn, Scientist Sherlock, Attempted Kidnapping, BAMF John, Protective / Possessive John, Developing Relationship, Being Lost, Size Difference, Capital Punishment, Happy Ending) – William Sherlock Scott Holmes failed to graduate the University of Cambridge class of 1877. Adrift in London, he accepts a post as assistant naturalist on a scientific expedition to the Western Pacific Ocean aboard Her Majesty's Sailing Ship Frontier. Events do not proceed quite as planned and Sherlock finds himself cruelly cast away by his shipmates. Perhaps he will find salvation in the company of a most unlikely sea creature.

The Corvus That Calls at Night by S_IRIS (E, 19,834+ w., 4/? Ch. || Medieval Fantasy AU || Military John, Swordsman Sherlock, True Love, Historical, Politics, Falling in Love, Sexual Tension, Fictional Religion, Angst, Pining, Infidelity) – A final chance at forging peace between the kingdom of Brevaria in the south and the newly-seceded Brevarian Republic in the north hinges on a strategic but unpopular betrothal between the youngest brother of the Duke of Langley, the heir apparent, and Harriet Lily, the daughter of the Brevarian High Consul. Expectations are that a marriage alliance between Harriet and Prince William might soothe tensions on both sides of the border regarding the alliance and end the protracted civil war. However, Sherlock is only going up to the Brevarian moors in expectation of meeting Harriet’s older brother, the most talented military commander in over six generations. But behind John Watson’s legendary prowess in battle is a dark secret.

An Aftertaste Of Memory by Raithwithwings57 (M, 39,009+ w., 20/? Ch. || Post TRF, Rosie is in this Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Amnesia (Sherlock), Torture, Scars, PTSD, Divorced John, Divorced Lestrade, Misunderstandings) – Sherlock Holmes was believed by most to have died by jumping to his death. A few people, Mycroft Holmes included believed he died in somewhere in Serbia, tortured to death, though his body was never found. Sherlock Holmes himself doesn't believe either of the above, obviously. After being extensively tortured in Serbia, he suffered a traumatic brain injury that left him with amnesia, and deafness. But the doctors say that the deafness is psychological in nature. It doesn't matter much to him. All he knows is that his name is William, and that he was once (and it seems he always will be) in love with a man by the name of John Watson. John has suffered much in the last eight years. Losing his best friend to suicide, marrying and then later being divorced by his wife, battling for joint custody of his child, and generally trying to forge ahead and figure out what the seemingly bleak future holds in store for him. But what he could never expect is Sherlock's sudden return. Nor the man's conviction that once upon a time they were madly in love.

Proper Manners by Jade5687 (E, 40,449 w., 2 Ch. || Medieval Royalty AU || Class Differences, Religion, Post-War, Master/Servant, Identity Issues, Period-Typical Attitudes, First Time, Light Bondage) – Sherlock Holmes is a charming—if somewhat eccentric—nobleman who often spends time with John, an apothecary’s son. When John is offered employment at King William’s castle, however, he fears he will have to say goodbye to Sherlock. But in the end, they might actually become closer than before. Part 1 of the King William's Castle series

Sehnenfäden by holmesian_love and Strange_johnlock (M, 67,879 w., 22 Ch. || Violinist Sherlock AU || Idiots in Love, Alternate First Meeting, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Humour, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, First Time, Nature, Music, Seclusion, Angst with Happy Ending, Non-Explicit Sex) – William Sherlock Holmes is a world-renowned violinist, uncompromising with his principles and his punishing schedule, pushed to breaking point by his manager. John Watson is a lost, retired army-doctor, returned to London with nowhere to live. Both men end up in situations which lead them to a secluded German village in the mountains, escaping from the unforgiving world around them. A chance encounter brings them together, sharing a friendship and understanding neither of them have found before. Will they be able to find a way to express their true feelings for one another, to find the path to be together, despite Sherlock’s chaotic lifestyle?

The Killing Principle by Vulpesmellifera (E, 104,593 w., 46 Ch. || American AU || Gay John, Serial Killer Mary, Bum Appreciation, Sherlock is William, Dating Difficulties, BAMF Sherlock, Slow Burn, Thriller, Confessions, Whump, Angst with Happy Ending, Minor Character Death) – John Watson served twice in AmeriCorps, married his high school sweetheart, and then entered med school. A sudden arrest and accusation of multiple murders ends his promising career, irrevocably altering his life's trajectory. Acquitted of his wife’s crimes, John spends the next ten years as the maligned ex-husband of convicted serial killer Mercy Mary. A job offer draws him out of hiding and back to Connecticut - the very state where the crimes were committed. He needs the money, and the job is a dream. Then he meets the brilliant William Vernet, and it seems like he has a second chance at life and love. But the past has a way of catching up.

Beyond Recall by elwinglyre & MrBotanyB (E, 110,201 w. || Apocalypse/Dystopia AU, Alternate First Meeting, Case Fic, Amnesia/Memory Loss, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, First Time, Alternating POV) – Dropped into Cardiff on a mission he doesn’t remember, everyday he wakes to a past he doesn’t recall in a world torn apart by pandemic. William (Sherlock Holmes) finds purpose when John Watson finds him. For Watson, this man is a mysterious thief with the uncanny ability to see into people. But there’s something more to this man, and Doctor Watson helps William find the answers to his “magical” deductions. Is he a mad man? A serial killer? Or just damn clever? And what’s his connection to the epidemic that wiped out most of the world?

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #sherlock is william fics #help steph find fics

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onetwothree · 7 months

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wait since people are sharing their grownup anipoke cast hcs im gonna share mine too :]

there's a lot of thinking behind every single one of them so please send asks if you're curious about one of them (or more) okay!!!! i love talking about my hcs LMAO

ash: ive got an entire story arc written for that boy. BUT im not gonna explain it here cause it's too long but basically he would become a pokemon teacher (NOT A PROFESSOR, im thinking more like what kukui does in the anime? which is teaching children about pokemon stuff in a school setting)

misty: i like to think she'd become quite the sporty type and maybe become a professional swimmer and participate in competitions and stuff

brock: pkmn doctor!!!! he has a lot of experience and maybe he'd train other younger doctors-to-be :]

tracey: i think art is more of a hobby to him, but @juliamex3 's idea of him taking commissions and becoming gary's assistant is genius so im stealing it HEHE

gary: pkmn professor and rival to goh, they don't specialize in the exact same fields but sometimes they work together. gary still loves to tease goh (they respect eachother but the teasing is eternal)

may: ill be completely honest and say may is the one ive given the least thought to. I'M SORRY BESTIE... id say she's still a coordinator and likes to bring smiles to people with her performances

dawn: im not 100% sure but im thinking something like a professional dancer but like not competitive, maybe she'd make a duo with zoey and they'd both do performances together

iris: she's still unovas champion ! she also beat cynthia's ass and now her goal is to beat ash's ass (in a battle.)

cilan: S class connoisseur, but there's still things to learn! which is why he rarely stays at the striaton cafe.

clemont: definitely not a gym leader anymore. he decided to let his sister take his place. hes an engineer and he's well known around the world for all of his inventions

serena: i don't think she'd keep doing performances all her life. after she becomes kalos queen, she'd start focusing on fashion designing. also i like to think that shauna would model for her :3

mallow : as the owner of ainas kitchen she opened a new restaurant in konikoni city where she lives with lillie!!

lillie: she writes children's literature!!!

lana: okay so i like to think that lana would specialize in water pokemon preservation. she would dive in specific areas to check the pokemons conditions and stuff

sophocles: he said he wanted to be an astronaut, i believe in him!! YOU CAN DO IT SOPHOCLES

kiawe: hes going to become kahuna after olivia but it's not going to be easy. hes going to travel across the world to learn more about pokemon and people first, and only then will he be recognized as kahuna

gladion: he researches pokemon at the aether foundation and someday will take his mother's role as president. he and goh have worked together before and they get along well

goh: pokemon professor, as i said he and gary are still rivals. goh specializes in legendary/mythical pokemon!!

chloe: i like to think that she would do something "normal" LMAO, maybe journalist, i can see her writing articles in newspaper, or photographer. it's hard to find something good for her because the anime didn't give us any clue ghdbfhd. i have more hcs for koharu but not related to her future job

#horizons squad not included for obvious reasons which are we haven't known them for long enough #mew.txt #pokeani #also i tried so hard to avoid doing any propaganda for my fav ships but erm. hashtag jellowshipping forever guys #if you're curious about which ships i hc feel free to ask though!!!#i hope i didn't forget anyone and if i did then. OOPS

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screaming-universe · 2 months

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just a random short list of buddie fics that are AUs based on books/movies, and that I like a lot 🧡

my sun, my moon, my guiding star by diazs (75k, rated general audiences), aka The Martian AU

Astronauts Diaz, Han, Panikkar, and Wilson were all safely able to reach the Mars Ascent Vehicle and perform an emergency launch at 7:28 a.m. central time thanks to Commander Nash's quick action. Unfortunately, during the evacuation, Astronaut Evan Buckley was killed when he was struck by debris. Commander Nash and the rest of his team are now heading home… but Evan Buckley is dead.

to the waters and the wild by june_nights (@beecauseevan) (64k, rated teen and up audiences), aka The Scorpio Races AU

The stranger turns. His eyes meet Eddie's and Eddie's breath catches in his lungs. The seagulls, the chattering tourists, the wind, it all fades away. Across the harbor, the man smiles. Eddie feels that smile in his toes. Someone bumps into him, breaking the spell. Eddie takes a deep breath. The salty harbor air fills his lungs. He doesn't allow himself to look back at the ferry. He doesn't allow himself to wonder about that man. He's a tourist and he's here in the middle of October. He wants to ride in the Races, and that means Eddie will stay far, far away. Or: The Scorpio Races are Thisby's oldest, most beloved and deadliest tradition. Three years ago, when tragedy forced him to give up riding for good, Eddie swore he would never look back. It turns out life may have other plans for him.

Hymn to the Sea by @sevensoulmates (52k, rated explicit), aka Titanic AU

It was the unsinkable ship of dreams to everyone else. To Eddie, it was a slave ship, taking him and his son back to America in chains.

even when you’re sleeping keep your eyes open by @spaceprincessem, aka The Hunger Games AU, a series:

you and i’ll be safe and sound (51k, rated teen and up audiences)

“Our second tribute from District Twelve is Evan Buckley.” Eddie’s eyes snap up and he’s pretty fucking sure his heart stops beating all together. If he lets his eyes flutter close he can feel the patter of rain, harsh and ice cold, against his skin. The way the air saturates with the smell of burnt bread. He can see the shape of a boy thrown out into the mud, hands cradling something precious in his hand. The way that bundle was placed in Eddie’s own, shaking palms as a voice whispered, I’m so sorry I can’t do more before he was gone. But Eddie doesn’t let his eyes close. He watches as Evan Buckley — Buck, please just call me Buck — ascends the stairs to take his place next to Eddie. Not you. Please. Anyone, but you. [or the buddie hunger games au]

but when it’s over i’m still awake (52k, rated teen and up audiences)

Eddie doesn’t have to guess which name will stand alone on Reaping Day. He’s going back into the arena. Eddie doesn’t hesitate as he takes off out of the house at full speed. If his family is calling after him then he can’t hear a single word. Not with the blood roaring in his ears and the desperate urge to run run run pumping thunderously in his veins. He needs to get out of here. Out of District Twelve. Out of Panem. Out of his skin and this body doomed to go back to the one place he was supposed to be safe from. He doesn’t want to go back into the arena. He survived. He got out. He’s a fucking victor. But, of course, who is ever really safe in a place like this? [or the buddie catching fire au]

#i have been so normal about all of these #they are just so good!!!#911 #weewoo #911 fanfic #fanfic #buddie #buddie <3 #titanic au #scorpio races au #buck buckley #eddie diaz #fanfic rec #hunger games au

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 11 months

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Fate Brought us Here

Stuart Scola X Reader

The Reader is a informant for the FBI and Stuart is in charge of their case. The reader gets into a dangerous situation and Stuart helps them and falls in love with them in the process.

A/N If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work !

Y/N’s POV

If you had asked me when I was a little kid where i thought my life would be i would have told you a astronaut or a president. Being able to see a whole future in my reach is what was so important to me.

I could look out into the world and see it is a kind and loving place. Where I could grow into one where it would accept me for who I was and who I was going to be.

But that was years ago and the world was anything but accepting and warm. Life had thrown so many curveballs at you. That you couldn’t catch them all. By the time you were sixteen you had fallen in with the wrong crowd.

Things had home had been rough. Your parents were being true parents they were so self absorbed in everything they were doing they didn’t care about you. I mean you tried everything to get their attention and it didn’t work.

You started small and then it got bigger. You meant a guy who was older and he was giving you the attention you craved. You thought it was love but now realize that it was the farthest thing from the truth.

But how do you get out ? That all happened when you were a child not you were older and you had no where to go.

You didn’t see a light at the end of the tunnel and that was a scary feeling for you. It’s not like you had anything to loose or any one who even cared.

You were doing anything you could in order to survive. Right now you were a dealer for your “boyfriend”.

You were selling to soccer moms and frat boys in the white neighborhoods. No one really suspected anything. So you thought you were okay.

But lately there was this feeling you couldn’t shake. There was a new player in town trying to worm his way in. He didn’t look like the typical type.

You expressed your concerns to Jason your boyfriend. He just pushed you away because he said you were being dramatic.

But you knew to be careful around him. Trying to avoid selling in the same spots. Not showing up where he was but it was useless.

It seemed like he was following you. And you never wanted to just up and leave because that was even more suspicious.

He never caught you yet doing anything illegal. I mean if he was running the same crowd he knew what you were doing but he didn’t have anything legal to prove it.

Right now it was a friday night and you were currently working. It was a packed night club around 3am. Which for your business was more like midnight.

You were at a slightly newer spot. It was risky but you needed to branch out competition was getting cut throat and Jason was not happy.

Sitting on a couch on the sidelines you were trying to keep of surroundings. When suddenly a all to familiar voice scare the everlasting hell out of you

“Branching out I see” He said

“Jesus fuck” you yelled clutching your chest.

“What do you want” You said

“Me nothing just looking or for some party favors” He said

If this didn’t sound like a trap you don’t know what did.

“I think there were some party favors over there” You said blowing him off

“Come on you know what I mean” He said

“I really don’t” you said

Suddenly you saw Jason coming over and you were surprised he was there and also scared because looking at his face he seemed like he was pissed as hell.

“Hey who the hell are you” His voice echoed loudly.

“Me no one just looking for some fun” The man next to you said

“Back the hell away from her” Jason yelled.

By this point he was already face to face with you and he grabbed your arm. It was tight and it hurt and your face gave away.

“Hey man let her go” The guy yelled

He ran over and grabbed Jason and ripped him off of me. Jason swung at him and the guy ducked and reached out and punched him in the face hard.

“Come on let’s go” The man yelled.

He grabbed your arm and you both ran out of the nightclub. You got out and he pulled you to a car. Your adrenaline was just running and you didn’t even think much about it because you just got in.

He speed off and you could feel your heart beating out of it’s chest.

“Where are we going” You asked

“Uh don’t know i just started driving to get the hell out of there” He said

“I just realized I don’t even know you name” You said to him

“It’s Stuart” He said

“Y/N” you said

“SO Y/n what the hell are you doing with a guy like that” He asked

“Why do you care” you snapped

“Sorry I didn’t mean to pry” He said

You instantly felt bad because you didn’t mean to get so upset. Everything was just starting to come down and you were spiraling.

“No I’m sorry it’s me i just am running a mile a minute” You said.

“I get that it’s okay” Stuart said

“I guess it’s just what I know. I mean he isn’t that bad sometimes” You said.

“You deserve a hell of a lot better than that son of a bitch” Scola said

“I don’t know men are all the same” You said

“Ouch that hurt” Stuart said

It made you laugh a little and he was smiling at you. There was something about him that just made you feel so relaxed. That you had this gut feeling you could trust him.

“So FBI right” You asked

He snapped his neck to look at you and gave you a confused and panicked look

“I been on these streets a long time i know when someone is real or under” You said

“I uh wow I could tell you were hella smart” Stuart said

“But yeah your right FBI” He said

“So do you really know where were going and your secretly taking me to jail” you asked

“I’m not sure i’m still thinking about it” He laughed

You laughed to you didn’t think he was serious one minute.

“No seriously is there somewhere I can take you” Stuart asked

“I don’t honestly i live with him” You said looking down at your hands.

It really hit you hard in this moment that you really didnt have anyone. No friends or family. Your whole entire world was Jason.

“Theres a local motel down the road I can go to” You said

You were looking straight ahead and not really saying anything. You could feel the burning in your eyes from the tears.

“You mean that crappy motel 6 up the road” Stuart said

“Yeah and its not that bad just until things cool down until tomorrow” You said.

“Wait your seriously not gonna go back to that guy are you” Stuart asked

“I don’t have any where else to and he’ll apologize he was just stressed” You could even hear yourself making excuses for him.

“Hell no i can’t let you I’m not letting you” Stuart said.

“Why do you care you barely even know me” You asked

“Because not all guys are dicks like he is and actually care what happens” Stuart said

You didn’t even know what to say. Were you upset because he was right or upset because it seemed like he was judging you and he barely knew you.

“Hey how about i stay with you would that make you feel better” Stuart asked

“I don’t need a baby sitter” You mumbled

“I’m sorry i didn’t mean it like that It’s just that I don’t think you should be alone right now” He said.

He was right about that. You really did’t wanna be alone right now but you were to proud to admit that.

So you did the next big things and just didn’t say anything and hoped he would get the message.

You were looking ahead and didn’t even pay attention really to where you were going until you saw the motel 6 passing in the corner of your eye.

Your anxiety started rising when you noticed it.

“Hey where the hell are we going” You asked

“Like i said no way in hell are we staying there were going back to mine place” Stuart said

“What so you can murder me or something” You said

“Yea exactly I have a secret chamber hidden away no one will hear anything” Stuart said with a straight face

“Because you work for the FBI i believe it” You said to him

“Ouch” He smirked a little back.

The conversation kind of fell flat after that. You just let the warm air hit your face and it made you really sleepy.

You guys were driving for a while. You were getting in the rich people area. The houses here were beautiful and everyone seemed so happy to be here.

It was the most perfect ideal life to live. You looked over at him trying to read him. There was just something so you don’t know.

He pulled into a garage parking lot for a rich apartment building. The garage was filled with SUV’s and Bentley's. A far cry from your part of town.

“Damn this is where you live” You asked

Stuart smiled over at you. His blue eyes pierced into yours.

“Yeah well before the FBI i worked on wall street” He said

“Well that makes zero sense why you leave wall street for the FBI” You asked

“Because I wanted to make a difference” Stuart said

“Ah so unique” You said laughing

“What ever come on” Stuart said getting out of the car.

You got out and walked besides him following him up to his place. You were in awe at the view it was just so beautiful.

Both of you made your way up and he was on the 22nd floor. You got out and followed him to his apartment. He opened it up and when you stepped inside it took your breath away.

Everything was so nice and so beautiful. The view oh my goodness the view. You walked straight over the window and just looked out how beautiful it was.

Everything from up high just looked so little. Not trying to sound dramatic but everything didn’t matter anymore that it seemed like little problems.

“Enjoying yourself” Stuart said

“Yea sorry I uh just got caught up” You said

“No worries i was the same when i first got here sometimes i still am after a hard day I just go straight their and just clear my head” Stuart said

“It’s just so beautiful” You said

“Yeah it is i’m extremely blessed” Stuart said

“Are you hungry or anything” He asked

Just as you were about to answer you stomach started growling loudly

Which made him laugh at you

“I’ll take that as a yes” He said

He walked over into the kitchen area and you followed him. You sat on the bar stool on the island.

Stuart went to the fridge and looked in it and kinda looked sad.

“Well how does pizza sound” He asked

“Only if you promise not to get some with pineapples on it” You said smiling

“Hell no that’s one thing we can agree on” Stuart said.

He pulled out his phone and ordered the food.

“Come on let’s get comfortable” He said

You both moved to the couch and he put the TV on. It was some old crime show but you loved it.

Even though you just met this man you wanted to lay your head on his shoulder. You just seemed so safe around him.

You felt like you could just be with him. But it made you sad because the only true reason you were meeting was because he was trying to arrest you.

After a little the food came and Stuart when and got it and paid. He brought in and you ate on the couch. Either you were hungry or this was the best pizza in the world.

“Mmm man this is soo good” You said

“Hell yea best pie in the work Panzi is incredible ” he said

“Mm these rich people can cook” You said

Stuart just laughed and coutined to eat

“Hey I wanted to say thank you even though you gotta take me in tomorrow” You said

“I uh was thinking about that” He said

“What do you mean” You asked looking at him confused.

“What do you think about becoming my CI” He asked

“Wait you mean like you hold what ever you got over me and then I gotta hope you don’t decide to press charges” You said sitting up

“No not like that I mean technically but you help me out and I help you. I’m trying to avoid you going to jail. This gives you the chance to make something out of yourself” Scola said

“Like what I didn’t finish highschool I have no friends no family I’d be better off in Jail.” You said

“Hey don’t say that you are smart and you are kind you got a lot going on I’ll be there to help” He said

“I can’t trust that I’m sorry people always let me down” you said

“Listen i got no reason to lie to you or hurt you okay let me help you” Stuart said.

You didn’t know if you could trust him. Your heart was telling you to. But your brain said hell no run away. Just get out of here. But here this was the moment people always talk about. Where they can choose a path.

Are we getting out and trying or are we gonna die in the same position. You at least wanted to tell yourself you tried. That you gave it everything you had.

“Fine I’ll do it”

#stuart scola #Stuart scola x reader #stuart scola imagine #stuart scola one shot #fbi cbs #fbi imagine #fbi x reader #FBI #Johnny boyd

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Someone Believes in You

Written for Dannymay event 2023 Day 24 Prompt: NASA Fandom: Danny Phantom Character: Danny and Lancer Words:1,054 Summary: Danny wants to get into a good college for Space, but he doesn't think he's able to do it. Lancer believes in him.

“Alright, kids. Today we will be discussing jobs. What do you want to be when you grow up?” an older lady asked her classroom of five-year-olds.

“I want to go to space!” a small five-year-old Danny yelled, jumping up and down for joy.

“That’s nice Danny, but we are talking about Jobs today, not plans,” she said gently, trying to not hurt his feelings, as the class laughed at him.

During free time Danny decided to angrily color space and the planets to get his feelings out. “I think space is really cool!” a dark-skinned boy said, walking up to Danny, sitting next to him.

“Do you really!?” Danny asked, eyes shining with excitement.

“Maybe not as much as you, but I think it’d be cool to go to space one day.”

“My name is Danny!” the small black-haired child said, holding out one of his crayons for the other boy.

“I’m Tucker!” Tucker smiled as he took the crayon offering. A friendship was born.

“Alright, class we’re finally starting our section on space,” a tired teacher said, clearly not ready to deal with the middle schoolers before him.

“Finally!” Danny shouted excitedly, cheering in his spot.

“Quiet Fenton. This will not require a discussion,” the teacher rolled his eyes as Danny blushed, Tucker patting his back supportive as Dash and Kwan laughed at the two.

“What nerds,” the Jocks teased.

“Don’t listen to them. I think it’s pretty cool how excited you are for space,” the new girl with short black hair whispered, sitting behind him.

“Really?” Danny asked.

“Hell yeah,” she smiled at him.

“Manson! Fenton! Watch the video and stop whispering!” the teacher shouted as they paid attention.

After class Sam walked in front of the best friend’s desk. “I’m Sam Manson,” she held out her hand.

“Danny Fenton,” Danny shook her hand as she looked over at his best friend. “Oh um, I’m Tucker Foley.”

“Want to go to the Nasty Burger after school and do some research on the different planets within the solar system?” she asked as Danny’s eyes went wide.

“Oh um sure!” Danny shook his head excitedly as Tucker teased him.

“Don’t know what you’re laughing about. We can’t research the whole thing alone,” Sam rolled her eyes as she walked out of the classroom to her next class.

“So what do you want to do when you get out of high school?” Sam asked as Danny showed them the portal his parents had just finished building.

“I want to be an astronaut and work for NASA. I’m good at science and mom is always willing to help me out, but I’m not so good in the math department. I think that’s what’s going to give me the most trouble,” Danny shrugged.

“Makes sense. Your parents did build this huge portal,” Tucker said.

“A portal that doesn’t work,” Danny scoffed.

“Since it doesn’t work let’s get a few pictures,” Sam asked.

Later this day Danny Phantom was born, of course, he did spend two weeks in the hospital but that’s more because of the electricity that he was shot with.

“Alright, kids! College applications time. If you need help come see me after school or during my lunch period,” Lancer said, passing out applications to the seniors, and waiting for them to hand them back in.

It was a week later that Danny was called into his office. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Lancer?”

“Ah, Mr. Fenton yes. Please come in,” Lancer said, Danny, closing the door behind him as he sat down in the free seat. “I’ve reviewed your applications and you want to apply for an Astronomer?” Lancer asked.

“Yeah I’m not fully sure what I want to do, but if a college will accept my horrible grades I would like to go into something space-related,” Danny shrugged.

“Danny you’re grades are not as bad as they were your freshman year. You have done an excellent job of bringing them up. I fully believe that you will be able to get into a space program, that’s not why I called you in here,” Lancer said carefully, looking at the boy who thinks he has already ruined his chance at higher education. Lancer watched as the boy looked up at him with a look in his eyes. A look that Lancer has seen in many of his students that he has tried to save from an edge. A look of surprised hope.

“You really think that I can do it?”

“Danny you are a smart kid. I’ll admit you’re grades gave me a small scare when you were a freshmen, but you have been doing good. I believe that you could be a part of NASA with how good you’re doing,” Lancer praised him.

“Thank you, Mr. Lancer. Really,” Danny beamed at him.

“Now I called you here because you didn’t write down a college, you just wrote down a few states,” Lancer put the application in front of him.

“There are so many options I couldn’t decide,” Danny shrugged.

“Well if you want to get into a good science program I recommend this college here in California,” Lancer said writing down the name. “It’s in one of the states that you wanted to attend so I think it’ll be perfect for you. Just be warned that this course is meant to challenge you it will not always be easy,” Lancer warned.

“I want in,” Danny said, determination burning bright in his eyes.

“You will need to study harder. Take the ACT again and try to score better. I am willing to help you if you are willing to make the time,” Lancer suggested.

“I am. I want to get into this school,” Danny said again, writing down the name of the college on the application.

“Meet with me every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for your lunch period and we will get you ready to take the ACT. As a just in case we will also study for the practice exam.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lancer! Really,” Danny smiled, grabbing his book bag to walk out.

“I expect great things from you, Mr. Fenton,” Lancer smiled back. He knows that the young boy will put in the effort and he knows that Danny will truly be a brilliant student meant for the field of astrology.

#dannymay2023 #danny fenton #danny phantom #danny is ghost king #danny is in college #lancer

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Happy WIP Wednesday!

This first bits are from chapter three of my slowburn Dead on Main DPxDC fic, "Putting the 'Fun' Back in 'Funeral'", and the second is from a little crackfic I'm writing because oh god I made C3 very depressing and it made me sad. The first part of PFBF is from Danny's POV and the second from Jason's.

Just an FYI none of this has been beta'ed yet, so please pardon any errors!

While the local ghost hero was waiting for a response, he was lazily heading south from Fentonworks. Easily drifting on his back above the cloud layer currently overhanging Amity, Danny couldn’t help but rest his heavy gaze upon the millions of twinkling stars before him. It was only twenty-four hours ago that he had fought his last ghost as a semi-normal person. His entire world had shifted, changing completely. Danny now had the ultimate power of the Ghost Zone. It was a startling realization that hit him quickly and he couldn’t help but grieve his childhood. While he hadn’t really had much of one in the first place, Danny still wished things could have been different. That he was in university with his friends, studying astrophysics, trying to be an astronaut.

But no. He had to step into a portal to a different dimension and have it open up on top of him. He had to die before he even started highschool - and he couldn’t even do that correctly.

A loud groan of annoyance left cold lips, gloved hands coming up to grasp at white hair. The ghost boy flipped around to float on his belly, facing the dark clouds rumbling below him. Grasping on the tingling feeling of intangibility, Danny summoned his power to the forefront of his being before letting gravity take hold of his form. He dropped quickly towards the ground, eyes closed. It was from years of practice that he knew when to allowed such a pesky notion of gravity peel away from him, his monochrome shape hovering just above the down-trodden apartment complex he called home.

A bright flash lit the sky behind Danny’s still form, the clap of thunder chasing behind not even a second later. Bright green eyes tracked his shadow as the late-spring lightning storm passed through Amity. He hovered there, for a moment. Allowing the wild winds whip around him and such a storm’s power picked up, shaking the leaves of blossomed trees. Distantly, Danny registered that rain began drizzling from the cloudbed he was just so far above. It was with a mournful shake that Danny finally moved to enter his barren apartment.

When his boots lightly tapped his threadbare carpet floors, Danny let the rings of his transformation wash over him. Gone was the royal outfit he had still yet to inspect, and in its place was the slightly dirty clothes the young man had pulled from his floor earlier that very day. Black hair flopped to cover his eyes, no longer snow-white and being kept out of view by his powers. It was with a quiet sigh that Danny moved to push the strands back, pulling his beat-up phone out from his pocket.

With practiced movements, Danny allowed himself to fall back onto the worn couch shoved in the middle of his living room. The halfa didn’t move to turn on the lights around him - there would be no point in it, after all. He could see better than an average human. Just another of the many side-effects of half-dying.

A quick entering of his password had Danny’s cracked phone unlocked, icy blue eyes skimming the two messages of confirmation from Sam and Tucker. Quickly tapping out “jazz?” and smacking the send button allowed Danny to let the device fall onto his lap. He threw his arms back dramatically, face tipping back to eye the water damage on his ceiling critically.

He really should put in a maintenance notice.

It was there that Jason could see the form of Dick, back turned towards Jason as the elder fiddled with something on his light-stained butcher block countertops. As much as Jason wanted to annoy his brother by sneaking up on the distracted Nightwing, exhaustion still pulled heavily on his limbs.

“Didn’t I say that any bannings in Alfred’s kitchen extended to my own?”

The question clearly startled Dick, but he didn’t show it besides turning around with a bright grin.

“That’s only for cooking, Little Wing!” The older winked at his brother, gesturing him closer with his hand. “I ordered some delivery, I got your favorite from that one Thai place.”

Jason couldn’t help the creeping excitement in his voice as he fully stepped into the kitchen space. “Moo Yai?”

“Of course.”

Clapping a hand on Dick’s shoulder, Jason easily reached up to start grabbing the dishware the two of them would need. He passed Dick whatever he grabbed with a practiced ease.

Having various Bats and Birds hide away from the rest of the family at Jason’s apartment had become something the young man had come to expect. Often, he was told it was due to the coziness of his loft or his cooking prowess. He knew it wasn’t only because of those two things. The theme of finding one of his siblings breaking into his home had only begun after a particularly bad incident at the manor which caused Dick and Tim to recruit the others into making sure Jason was okay. It was information that he was not supposed to be privy to, but after the first time Tim had passed out at Jason’s place, he managed to snoop through the younger’s phone and put two and two together.

It wasn’t something Jason was… against, per se. But it was annoying when he was having a particularly bad day with the Pit Rage and he was surrounded by people he didn’t want to hurt again.

However, despite everything, moving around another person (or persons) in his kitchen had become a routine. One he never expected, but he was grateful for it all the same.

This next bit is from a pure DP one-shot within the realms of "crack treated seriously". I'm hoping to get it posted in a few days!

The last couple of weeks had been a chaotic stream of pandemonium. It all started with one Vlad Masters pulling an absolute Fruit Loop move which resulted in an ancient evil being awoken from his sleep. A sleep that, according to any ghost willing to talk to Danny, Pariah Dark was forced into because he was the Biggest Crazy Ever™. Of course, Danny did what any fourteen year-old superhero would do! He fought the bad guy, locked him back up in his creepy sarcophagus in his creepy castle, and then passed the fuck out.

Worst of all, that wasn’t even the really chaotic part.

No, that had to come after Danny had woken up in his bed with Jazz fretting over him. A ghost Danny had never before met had begun haunting him whenever he went on patrols. The clock-themed ghost had started off with saying things like “You bested Pariah Dark in single combat, now it is your time to take the crown” and “Young Danny, you must come back into the Infinite Realms and take your place as the Crowned Head.”

And look, Danny wasn’t the smartest kid on the block. He didn’t have the best grades, was often oblivious, and tended to ignore things that he didn’t want to deal with.

So he just ignored the blue annoyance following him everywhere.

That is, until the dang ghost stopped time and made him listen. Clockwork, which was apparently the ghost’s name, all but dragged him into the Ghost Zone, set him in front of Pariah Dark’s spooky coffin, and made him eat part of the ghost?! Apparently a “core” is something that all ghosts have but it was still gross! Danny kept throwing up afterwards, but he couldn’t seem to upchuck the weird pearl thing he had been made to swallow like an angry cat that wouldn’t take their medicine.

And now he’s here. Sitting in Mr. Lancer’s English period, waiting for the clock to tick by and end his day.

Danny’s stomach started to feel a bit weird mid-way through the previous class (algebra one with one of the football coaches) and he was fully planning on heading to the Far Frozen once the day is done.

The Far Frozen was an area in the Ghost Zone that the ghostly blue annoyance had herded him to before forcing him to eat another person. The ghost yetis there were pretty cool and were basically ghostly doctors. One of the yetis, Frostbite, had made some awesome hot chocolate and Danny was absolutely craving it. He figured it was because his stomach was upset and he really didn’t want Jazz hovering over him.

So, therefore, a trip to the Zone for some hot chocolate with some ghost yetis.

Hope you guys enjoyed the WIPs :) Chapter three should be posted within a couple of weeks, and I'm hoping to get the silly little fic posted before the end of March uwu

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Any thoughts on Chico being a parent?

I have a couple, thanks for asking😂 I love the idea of Chico as a dad, and have played around with it in fanfiction. He loves hard. That’s gotta mean something, right?

Chico Guerra as a Parent would include…

He’s not exactly the classic “fatherly” type

He never really saw himself with kids and a family

Mostly because he never thought he could

(I write Chico with an older brother, Roberto (Bobby), who joined El Norte before him on the outside and when his older brother was killed in a gang war, he just stayed because that’s all he’s ever known. This is important for how I view him)

He’s reckless and wild

But he’s kind to kids, always

Even before he has ones of his own

He was always the “cool cousin” at family functions

There are lines even criminals don’t cross

His stomach turns when he heard about Beecher’s son

He’s up every night for a week wondering how terrified that little boy must have been up until the end

Breaks his heart💔

When he gets a chance for kids, adopted or biological, he surprises everyone at how he is with them

He’s not necessarily a perfect dad, but he’s a loving dad

Supportive

Chico likes to get on his knees to talk to his kids

His friends think it’s “fruity” but the kids really like someone meeting them at their level

He always makes it seem like they’re getting away with something

“Here’s three dollars, don’t tell mom/dad.”

“Can you keep a secret? I always wanted to be an astronaut. Shhhhh…”

*making chocolate chip pancakes* “and now we add extra chocolate and don’t tell anyone about it.”

The kids love it, they feel like he really sees them

He loves kids; they say the weirdest stuff

“You think spinach tastes like horse feet? Ok. Explain.” 😂

Big fan of putting his kids on his shoulders or neck

They always get the best views at all shows and parades

Fuck the people behind him tho

Only the best for his kids

Sees them as an extension of Bobby; giving them the life his brother never had

He is SHIT in the kitchen… but literally anytime his kids are hungry, he’s on his feet asking what they want…

even though he knows fuck all about kid tastes

“Ok… an afterschool snack…” *rifles past the beer and cornflakes* “umm…”

His significant other comes home to find the kitchen a mess but some very happy children eating what Chico calls “sugar seizure bagels”

(Bagels with jelly, marshmallows, chocolate chips, chocolate syrup, and sprinkles)

Likes to toy with his kids

“Ok… we have spicy lobster and squishy peas or… cosmic brownie?”

“BROWNIE!”🥰

“Hmmmm okay, if you’re sure…”😂

Chico’s in charge of the pantry

Comic brownies, devil dogs, roll ups and gushers… looks like a fallout shelter for a five year old millionaire.

Makes breakfast every Sunday; egg bagel sandwiches he personalizes for each kid.

Keeps trying to add stuff to show off for his kids

Doesn’t realize they think it’s perfect with just a little cheese lol

Kids watch cartoons while dad cooks

Dad making comments from the kitchen

“Y’think he’s ever gonna get that mouse?”

“Wish my car worked just sticking my feet out of it…”

“No. You cannot call me papa Smurf. Please.”

Likes it when the kids take naps on his chest afterwards

That’s something he’d miss terribly as they grew up

Until one day after a fight his teenager, seeing him reclining on the couch, just goes and sits next to them, watching tv until they both fall asleep, Chico pulling his kid close.

Chico lets his kids paint his nails but he draws the line at wearing it out.

Though he quite liked the black polish…👀

If you’ve ever watched Liar Liar with “the claw”, Chico has something similar with his kids; the Tickle Police

“Scuse me, ma’am/sir, you know how cute you were going just then? That’s a write up.”🥹

Insists on tucking them in

Will tell stories that may or may not be kid appropriate…

“Then Prince Carlos threw his… drink… at the officer.”

Is INCREDIBLY supportive

Tolerant and Chico Guerra don’t automatically go together… but he wants his kids to have what Bobby didn’t.

“You want to be an engineer? No one’s got a better head than you, kid.”

“A surgeon? I’d go to you if you were my doc. Wouldn’t trust anyone else.”

“You want to be an interpretive dancer… that’s… pretty cool.”😂

No one ever told Chico Guerra that he could do anything

So he wants his kids to know the world is theirs.

When they’re sick, he treats them like royalty

He’ll take off work and stay home with the them, watching movies and refilling their Gatorade.

He never hesitates to cuddle them when they’re sick, often resulting in him getting sick himself.

Chico used to be a huge baby when he got sick

With kids, he wants them to see him as Superman, so he always makes it seem less bad than it is

“Nah kid *blows nose* I’m fine, Daddy’s fine.”

If anyone bullies his kids, he genuinely will not know how to cope

He doesn’t want his kids fighting everyone like he did

But damn does it boil his blood when they get home crying.

He sits with them and talks, listens to what the other kids said or did

“You’re not gonna take this. Next time they fuck with you… *gets look from S/O* *sigh* go tell a grown up.”

He’s trying really hard to be a positive influence

He doesn’t want his kids to had the life he did

When his kids are old enough to learn about gangs in the neighborhood, Chico tries to explain.

“They’re gonna pretend they’re your friends and they’re not. I’m saving twenty years of your life here, kid.”

When some of his old “friends” talk about recruiting his boy, Chico almost breaks parole.

“Let me make this painfully clear…”

Every day he tries to protect his kids from men like him, and it changes his view of life.

If his kids are happy, he decides, then his life won’t have been a waste

And when you ask family friends and onlookers, Chico Guerra has some happy fucking kids.

Bonus: the movie Inside Out made him cry. He watches a lot of movies with his kids but that movie just quirked something inside of him. He loves that fucking movie.

#hbo oz #oz meme #chico guerra

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