#which i have to do with my dad when he throws tantrums

[chaoticbooklesbian]

Having some Complicated Feelings tonight that my brain is too mush to tease apart, love that for me

[cullenbluewrites]

The King’s Perspective

DP x DC

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Danny was watching the news when he felt the distinctive tug of a Summoning Ritual. The reporter was saying that some fruitloops from another dimension were trying to invade earth. An average event for an Amity Park resident, but the rest of the planet weren’t nearly as well adjusted (or rather, numb to the trauma). Danny suspected this was the cause for the summons.

“Um. Danny?” Sam pointed at the TV. “You gonna sort that out or do you think the Justice League can handle it?” The three of them had been chilling out at Tuckers house and watching cartoons prior to the news alert.

“Uh, hang on, I can feel a Summons coming on…” Danny said, standing up and stretching out.

“Seriously? Now? Could these guys not have better timing??” Tucker groaned next to him. Or rather, groaned from the depths of the couch, as Danny couldn’t see much of him inside the wedge of blankets. There was a foot sticking out and that was it.

“Actually… I think it’s great timing” Danny hummed. “I recognize the caller ID” he huffed, letting himself get pulled away by the magic of the ritual, and shifting into his Ghost King appearance - the Observants would throw a tantrum if he didn’t, even if it is just John Constantine.

The ‘King Form’ transformation was different to ‘Going Ghost’. His regular transformation was no different to breathing, or flexing a muscle. He’d blink, and flesh and blood had been changed to ectoplasm and energy. The King Form, on the other hand, felt like a spiritual adrenaline rush. Danny could feel his core humming as his forearms turned to ice, and both arms split in two. His vision sharpened and became more vibrant as his secondary and tertiary eyes opened. He stretched his back and sighed in satisfaction as his flesh tore away to expose his bones- to this day Danny isn’t sure why that feels so satisfying, it’s like getting his back cracked after a long day. His legs melted together to form his long, serpentine tail. He ran his tongue over his sharpened teeth, flexed his claws and flicked his tail in satisfaction. All set.

He’d initially been self conscious about the King form, still was a little bit honestly, but his friends and family had assured him he looked great. Not too Eldritch horror to be traumatic, but enough to be comfortably unsettling. His mother had said the extra eyes were very pretty. His Dad had spent an hour poking at his newly exposed bones, fascinated (which is how Danny found out his spinal cord is ticklish, who knew).

He felt himself reaching his destination, and climbed his way out of the magic and back into the physical plane (no matter how many times he tried, he could never quite explain how Summonings felt. A tunnel of pure energy and ectoplasm was as close as he could get). Rising out of the portal, he was greeted by what appeared to be not only John Constantine, but the entire Justice League. Dang. No pressure. He spotted a lot of people flinch as he arose - not unreasonable, Danny was absolutely massive like this, and he was aware of how intimidating he looked. Constantine waved at him, drawing his full attention to the Justice League Dark and Founding members at the front of the crowd. He smiled at them, and the Flash went pale, seeing his teeth. Oops.

“Evening your majesty” Constantine grinned, “You look delightfully spooky today.” Danny appreciated that Constantine was comfortable enough with him at this point to be jovial, reverence was just creepy.

“Hellblazer” Danny chuckled. “You reek of cheep beer and cigarette smoke. Good to know you’re taking care of your health. Eager to join me in the realms?” Danny crossed one set of arms and set the others on his hips. Batman and Zatanna tensed at the perceived threat, but John just rolled his eyes.

“Hahah. Very funny. Do you really need to chirp about my health every time you see me?” The magician sighed.

“I’ll stop when you start prioritizing it” Danny rolled all six eyes, earning a shudder from Green Lantern. “I take it this is about your new interdimensional visitors?”

“You’re already aware of the situation then.” Batman said gruffly. It wasn’t so much of a question as it was a statement. Danny had to suppress a squeal - Batman and his clan were undeniably some of his favorite heroes, they were part of the reason he wanted to go to University in Gotham in the first place. He’d even taken the risk of apartment hunting near the infamous Crime Alley in the hope of seeing one specific Bat…

“News travels fast Dark Knight. Whoever first said ‘Dead Men tell no tales’ had clearly never met a Ghost before” Danny chuckled. He wasn’t going to tell them he was just watching TV, he didn’t want to give too much away in front of strangers. It’s not a total lie anyway, Ghosts did love a good gossip. “I take it you called me to get rid of them?”

“Indeed we did, a lot of lives are at stake.” Constantine grimaced. “I, John Constantine, on the behalf of the Justice League, ask for your aid in banishing these wankers from our dimension. Please” the Hellblazer’s bowed, the other leaguers following suit. Several JLD members sighed despairingly at John’s lack of formality.

“Eloquent” Danny quipped, and shrugged “of course you have my aid. But you know as well as I, that it cannot simply be given freely, as much as I would like to” Danny grimaced, running a hand through his hair and curling his tail below him to sit on.

“Yeah I know. Formality dictates a deal be made, blah blah blah.” Constantine rose from the bow with an annoyed sigh. “Remind me why you have to do that again? Because it’s not like you’ve got anyone to answer too.”

“I’ll be threatened with more paperwork. My desk is already overflowing, I can’t afford to get anymore.” Danny deadpanned. He really needed a secretary. “Besides, blowing off all the other Ghostly Offices and Officials would be a very Pariah Dark thing to do, and I’m trying to avoid that for very understandable reasons.”

“I get it I get it.” John sighed. “Well, can’t give you my bloody soul since you already have it, and I doubt you want anyone else’s either.”

“Definitely not. I really want to stay out of the Soul Trade as much as possible.” Danny grumbled. It was bad enough he inherited a bunch of contacts from Pariah when he took the throne, he didn’t want any more souls! He’s only acquired two by himself so far, Razer had caught him by surprise, and he couldn’t exactly refuse Satan’s ‘gift’. “Tradition and formality dictate that the payment must be of significant value to the summoner, so something like a sandwich would be considered insufficient, no matter how much I wish it wasn’t. I need something significant, in order to not have those OCD eyeball-jerks the Observants up in arms later.” Green Arrow repeated that last part, muttering in confusion.

“You would save the world for a sandwich?” Superman asked, looking rather taken aback.

“Sandwiches are good” Danny shrugged, ignoring the crowds mutters of ‘why would an eldritch horror want a sandwich’ and a few murmurs of ‘he’s not wrong’. “I have no desire for souls, and find slaves, brides and firstborns to be tasteless and vile. So while they would be sufficient, I would not accept them on principle.”

“Would things of Monetary value be sufficient? Or money in and of itself?” Batman queried. Danny hummed, considering the question. Does Batman have money? Is that why he’s asking? Justice League has to get funding from somewhere… Wes Weston’s ‘Batman is a Wayne family member’ conspiracy surfaced in his mind, and Danny quickly swatted it back to the depths on principle.

“It can be, but the cost would be need to be proportionate to the request, and I’d rather not bankrupt anyone.” Danny sighed.

“You mentioned not wanting souls or lives, but what of blood sacrifice itself?” Wonder Woman asked. Danny recalled that the ancient Greeks would sacrifice animals to the gods, so this wasn’t too surprising coming from her.

“I have… mixed feelings regarding that. I refuse to accept human sacrifices of course, but animals are reasonably acceptable. I’ve no issue with consuming flesh and blood, if anything my Doctor would encourage it, but I have close allies that deeply frown upon sacrifices of that nature, and admittedly I find it uncomfortable myself.” Sam would re-kill him if he accepted a slaughtered animal. “I’ve seen enough dead goats at this point for several un-lifetimes…” Danny muttered bitterly.

“S-s-starting to see why you’d r-rather accept a s-sandwich. This i-is sup-prisingly c-complicated.” Flash grinned awkwardly. Danny attempted to give him a reassuring smile, but judging by his reaction he wasn’t very successful. Dangit.

“Breathe speedster. Remember that I mean you no harm.” Danny murmured as gently as he could. He really didn’t, despite how much work the Flashpoints gave both him and Clockwork (who probably would mean the speedster harm if they ever met). The Flash did not look 100% convinced, but still seemed grateful for the assurance.

“This is getting difficult.” Superman scowled. “Lives are on the line, we need to act fast.”

“I share your anxiety, son of Krypton. I take no pleasure or satisfaction from lives being cut short prematurely, as mine once was.” Danny sighed, leaning back. The JL members were muttering amongst themselves. Trying to come up with ideas. His last comment got a few winces of sympathy from the crowd, particularly the JLD. They no doubt were wondering how violent and cruel his demise must have been, in order to create a spirit like him. Danny was going to let them continue thinking that, as there was no way he was ever letting them find out he died by ‘electrocution & an inter-dimensional portal opening on his head due to Teenage stupidity’.

Danny let the whispers and mutters of the crowd flow over him, but regretted it quickly. Unsurprisingly, the Ghost King form was unpopular. Many people in attendance were clearly frightened and uncomfortable with his appearance. Danny would switch back to regular Phantom if he could, but he could only drop it once the deal was made and no sooner, otherwise he’d never hear the end of it from the Observants!! God he hated those eyeball-bastards and their commitment to traditions. They seemed determined to drown him in paperwork! And thanks to their Traditions and Formalities he was scaring 90% of the caped community. Not the kind of first impression Danny would have preferred.

“…For the sake of my sanity would you stop lusting over the Eldritch horror?!” A voice suddenly wheezed out. Ahh, of course. There’s always one or two Teratophiliacs in the crowd. As much as Danny disliked people being scared of the king form, the Monsterfucker community creeped him out. Sometimes they just got a bit too… intense. Danny glanced over to see who had been speaking, and was immediately stunned. What in the heck? That was the Batfamily. One of them was… interested? What? Most of them appeared to be talking to Red Hood, does that mean… w-was it him? There was no denying that Hood was Danny’s favorite among the Gotham Vigilantes. For… um, multiple reasons, most of which Sam and Val still teased him for. Hood then removed his helmet and… wow. He’s actually pretty handsome… forget that. He’s gorgeous. Danny should probably focus but-

“I will not. That is single-handedly the most beautiful and hot creature I have ever seen in my life, and I have no shame in admitting that!” What. “I do not care if he’s an undead eldritch horror, he could do utterly unspeakable things to me and I would thank him for the rest of eternity. I shit you not, I would have his fucking children if I was biologically capable of it.” Double What. “I have never seen a being more ethereally beautiful and haunting, and I am genuinely tempted to write poetry about how gorgeous he is. And I would appreciate it if you would ease off my back about it, and just let me enjoy my fantasies in peace, alright?” Hood finished his tirade, much to the shock of both his siblings and Danny. He’d been rather loud, and several people had noticed Danny looking in that direction, baffled. Danny on the other hand…

…Oh ANCIENTS. That really just happened?! Holy crap holy crap holy crap! Red Hood. RED HOOD. Thought… all that?! About Danny?! Danny’s vigilante celebrity crush of all people?! He liked the Ghist King form?! ANCIENTS GIVE HIM STRENGTH. RED HOOD IS INTO DANNY. This was definitely not how Danny thought this summoning would go, he’d have thought he’d died and gone to heaven if it weren’t for the fact he was already dead multiple times over!

“Well, I have good news for you Hood” Robin spoke, having noticed Danny’s attention on them.

“What?”

“His Majesty apparently has very keen hearing”. Red Hood abruptly turned and saw Danny staring, and his face went bright red.

“…Oh”

There was a beat of silence, before Danny felt his face heat up and he quickly covered it, letting a flustered little whine escape him, decorum be damned. He’d heard things like t-that before, even in regular phantom form, but he’d never really heard it from anyone who Danny actually found likeable or attractive. Especially not where the king form was concerned. For once, Danny has been gifted a Monsterfucker he was genuinely into!! Thank you universe!! Dammit, he could hear Constantine snickering! Bastard!

“W-well. Thank you, that is um… quite the confidence booster” Danny choked out, peeking out at Red Hood through a gap between his fingers. Hood looked like he was blushing even harder, and damn it was cute! Danny wanted to burn that image into his retinas. All six of them.

“Y-you’re Welcome.” Hood replied, sounding a little hoarse. Now that Danny thought about it, he’d never heard Hood’s voice without the Helmet’s vocoder distorting it. He has a very nice voice, you can actually hear the Jersey accent. It would sound pretty nice screaming his naaaAAA DANIEL JAMES FENTON. NO. BAD GHOST KING. NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE HORNY.

“Oh my fucking god” Red Robin and Spoiler wheezed, partially collapsing from laughter. Signal and Orphan looked like they were barely keeping their composure, and Robin and Nightwing looked various different levels of horrified. Oh fuck, right, they have an audience here. Focus Danny focus!!

“Ahahah let’s back to the negotiations ey???!” Danny yelped, turning back to Constantine and removing his hands from his face and forcing a more confident grin onto his face. Constantine was clearly not convincinced by the display, and the other JL members weren’t quite sure how they felt about seeing more of Danny’s teeth. Batman looked like he was reevaluating life decisions, which was fair.

“Yes. We d-definitely should” Constantine choked, still laughing. Danny glared at him.

“John I swear to the ancients I can and will sic Youngblood on you again if you don’t shut up” Danny hissed. Constantine immediately groaned.

“Oh Christ please don’t. He threw eggs and toilet paper at me for a full forty eight hours. I don’t know where he got that many eggs, or that much bog roll, but I can’t face doing that much laundry again” he groaned, causing a few snickers from his coworkers. “Alright look, you’re a Guardian Spirit right? Protection based obsession? You could probably knock the price down since this likely counts as obsession fulfillment, right?” Oh fuck, yes! Why hadn’t Danny thought of that sooner!!

“You’re right, it does, I should have thought of that. It would decrease the price dramatically, since I’d be protecting such a large volume of people” Danny felt his core buzz excitedly at the prospect. “Actually, Obsession fulfillment can be considered a form of payment in and of itself!” It just didn’t happen very often because obsessions are complicated.

“Alright then! Now we’re getting somewhere!” Constantine grinned.

“Do you have other obsessions we could fulfill?” Zatanna queried. Green Lantern paled a little.

“His other obsessions could be something weird and dangerous, why would she ask that?? That just seems so unnecessarily risky” He muttered under his breath. Danny folded his arms, a little annoyed.

“I can hear you, Lantern” Danny said coldly, and the man immediately went white as a sheet and began stuttering apolgies. He shut up when Danny held up a hand.

“I understand your concern, believe me. There are plenty of unsavory spirits out there. I just wasn’t thrilled with your tone.” Danny sighed. “To answer your question Zatanna, my other primary obsession is Space. I’ve been in love with the cosmos since I was very young, and it carried over in death.” Danny explained sheepishly.

“That explains the cloak, I just thought it was for aesthetic purposes” Aquaman hummed. Danny lifted some of the material, smile fond. A few awed gasps sounded out as a couple shooting stars zoomed across the folds.

“Ah! I’ve got an idea!” Constantine grinned. “It fulfills the space obsession, and the protection one a bit! Your career started out as a small town vigilante right?”

“Started and remains so, I haven’t yet left the hero business, and don’t really plan on doing so any time soon” Danny shrugged. “Why’d you ask?”

“Wait, Constantine, you can’t be thinking of..” Green Arrow began.

“A Justice League membership would give you watchtower access.” Constantine grinned, and Danny’s eyes widened. Several people sputtered.

“Constantine, King Phantom is a massive unknown to us, we can’t just—” Superman protested. Batman nodded in agreement.

“It’d be fine. Phantom is a Guardian Spirit at heart. Giving him long term access to the watchtower would mean it’s protected against all supernatural threats, and in the case of a similar incident ever cropping up, we could simply call on him as another Member, and we wouldn’t have to go through this summoning ritual bullshite again. I can vouch for his character” John explained, before turning to Danny and speaking in choppy Ghost Speak with a mischievous grin. “It also mean that you is more likely to be path-crossing with Red Hood.”

Holy crap. This would be AWESOME. WATCHTOWER ACCESS?! He could hang out on the coolest space station ever?! Surrounded by cool heroes?! Working with them?? Making a much better second impression since the first one is scaring most of them?? Local hero Danny Phantom finally getting the recognition, support and respect he’s been craving since he was 14?? And beating Red Huntress to it is so totally a bonus!! Suck it Valerie!! And… oh man. Red Hood. Working together. Sharing a break room. That. That is an image. That is an image Danny likes. Oh ancients, potential for Office romance moments? (Is Danny still reeling from the fact he actually has a shot with Hood? 100%).

Who cares if the Observants don’t think it’s enough, Danny is not passing up this opportunity. “You’ve got a deal Hellblazer. I’d be honoured” Danny replied, bowing and barely containing his excitement. Danny stretched out his hand, condensing energy into solid matter and forming a Contract, holding it out to Constantine to take. The mage took it, grinning victoriously, but was met with several people protesting loudly. Dangit, Danny thought it was too easy —

“I stand with Constantine on this. A Guardian Spirit as strong as High King Phantom would be an invaluable asset to us all” Dr Fate spoke out over the crowd, silencing all voices of dissent. He’d been silent up until now, but Danny had noticed him scrutinizing him. Guess he… passed the test? Yay regardless. “…Do remember to read the fine print Constantine” the doctor murmured quietly.

“I’m not a bloody rookie, get your shiny mug out of my arse you wanker” Constantine grumbled. “No insidious loopholes for us to be snared in, and we’re allowed to terminate it at any time. Best deal you can probably get, especially from someone of Phantom’s caliber” Constantine smiled, signing his name and passing it to be signed by the rest of the JLD and Founding members. They all scanned the contract before signing. There were still some grumbling, but Zatanna told them that it was worth it for the amount of lives that will be saved. Finally, the contract was signed, and dissipated in a puff of smoke. Danny felt the distinctive tug on his core indicating the deal was done. FINALLY.

“Alright, the deal is made and all the terms are agreed upon. The contract is officially signed. I will deal with the invading forces, and make sure they will never be able to cut through to another dimension in the name of tyranny again” Danny straightened up as he spoke. “I will depart and deal with the threat at once.”

“The Justice League is in your debt King Phantom” Batman spoke, bowing respectfully. Now, Danny needed to go and chuck the fruitloop invaders back into their own dimension, and ward it against them escaping it again without noble intentions. It shouldn’t be too time consuming or exhausting… so he… Danny probably had time to… oh for the love of, just do it coward!! Danny turned once more to Red Hood, who immediately snapped to attention. Robin and Nightwing both reached for their weapons, while Red Robin pulled out a phone, smirking.

“Um. B-before I go, uh…” Danny mumbled nervously, looking away nervously. “R-Red Hood, if I may speak with you for a moment?” Holy crap he’s really doing this holy crap holy crap holy crap. Be cool Fenton! Red Hood walked up to the edge of the summoning circle, apparently oblivious to the terrified hissing and discouraging from Nightwing and Robin. Danny gulped nervously, hoping that his normal form wasn’t too much of a let down, and shifted back to regular Phantom, keeping the ring, crown and cloak. Danny immediately felt relieved when the blush returned to the vigilante’s cheeks - standard Phantom was still a hit! Blushing, Danny reached into his chest and began fumbling for his phone. Keys, wallet, emergency chloroform, Fenton Thermos, Soup Thermos, PHONE!!

“I-I’m cool with exchanging contact info, I-if you’d like to meet up and get lunch sometime?” Danny smiled nervously. “T-this is a lot easier than summoning circles, certainly much less messy” he explained while gesturing to the beat up looking phone. Hopefully this isn’t too sudden…

Red Hood gaped at him for a minute, before frantically fumbling for his own phone. “Y-yeah! I am very cool with that. Totally cool, very enthusiastic. I would love to have lunch with you sometime” he said, pulling out the phone and pulling up the New Contact page. The pair exchanged phone numbers, putting each other’s contact information in.

“Um. Y’know, not the first time someone’s y’know. Reacted like that to the Ghost King Form. It’s just… first time it’s been from someone this hot” Danny admitted, glancing up at the vigilante. Ancients he was hot. Now that they’re eye level Danny could see all the details and was mentally filing them away for later when he was alone. Ugh, those muscles, and his hair looks so fluffy! Scars look pretty hot too, Danny could wouldn’t mind adding in a few of his own marks to that stunning canvas - focus Danny!!

“R-really? High praise coming from you King Phantom” Hood smiled. Danny resisted the urge to kiss that smile… and that jawline… and neck…. shoulders… wait shit! He needs to give the guy his actual name first!!

“Oh, you can call me Danny. My full name’s Danny Phantom.” He said quickly while phasing his phone back into his body, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

“Danny then. Cute name” Hood smirked. Oh Danny really wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. Preferably by pinning him against a wall. Or floor, or potentially a ceiling — The nearest available flat surface. “So, you thought I was hot?” Focus Danny, you can be horny later.

“Oh yes, drop dead gorgeous.” Danny laughed. “Not to mention what you said had my cold dead heart skip a beat or two.” Or maybe flat out stop it for a few seconds, but no one needs to know that.

“Was that a death pun? What that two death puns?” Hood asked, eyes wide with amusement and surprise. Ahh, so he also appreciates dark humour. God, he was way too perfect. Danny is definitely going off the deep end here.

“Mayybe” Danny smirked. Time to show off, just a little. And also indulge, just a little (he couldn’t resist, Hood was WAY too hot!!). Danny pushed some energy into his hands, and casually tore through the summoning barrier. He leaned in, while his target was still stunned, and promptly gave Hood a chaste little peck on the cheek. Ancients, he smelt fantastic! He smelt of Lazarus Ecto, Curses and tea, plus Danny could actually detect a hint of gunpowder, which was insanely sexy.

He then yoinked himself back and flew away, before his poor impluse control got the better of him. He spotted Nightwing lying prone on the floor and Spoiler wheeze laughing. Guess the guy fainted. “OKAYGOTTAGOSAVELIVESNOWCALLMEBYEEEEEEE!!” He screamed, hurting out of the watchtower window and towards the dimensional rip. He couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“FUUUUUUUUCKKK YEEEEEEEESSS!!” Danny screamed with joy, body slamming a spaceship back through the Interdimensional Rip. He has a date with The Red Hood! Danny Phantom has a date with The Red Hood!

Finally, the invaders were dealt with. He’d basically just drop kicked several battleships back into their native dimension, and sent Dan, Fright Knight, Pandora and the Skeleton Army to collect (and beat up) any stragglers, while weaving a ward around that dimension. Unless they were doing it with good intentions, no one could get out of that dimension.

He opened a portal into his room and collapsed on his bed with an exhausted but happy wheeze. He pulled his belongings out of himself with a grin, before shifting back to human form. Jazz was walking by, but upon noticing the flash of light from his transformation, quickly dashed in.

“Danny!! You’re back!! I saw the news, you did it!!” She cheered, bundling him up into a crushing hug. Danny, at that point, was too exhausted to hug her back, so just nuzzled his head against her chest. She released him, and laughed as he plopped back down into his bed like a ragdoll. “Oof, okay. You look like shit, so I assume you’re exhausted.”

“Dead tired” Danny chuckled.

“Can you at least give me the highlights??” Jazz smiled, then smirked. “You’ve got a stupid grin on your face so I take it something good happened.”

“Well, firstly: I’m joining the Justice League” he grinned. Jazz’s eyes widened, before she squealed in joy and hugged him again, this time lifting Danny up and spinning him around the room, before droppping him back on the bed. “Don’t tell mom and dad until tomorrow. I don’t have the energy for their particular brand of enthusiasm right now” Danny wheezed.

“I won’t but congratulations congratulations congratulations!!” She grinned, sitting up. “You’ve earned it little brother, seriously. Anything else??”

“Ohhhh definitely. But you can tell nobody, it’s my news to share” Danny grinned. She nodded gravely, grinning again when Danny lifted his phone. Time for the bombshell to end all bombshells: “I got Red Hood’s fucking phone number” he grinned victoriously.

Jazz proceeded to loose her mind, quite loudly. Danny had to clamp a hand over her mouth, laughing, so she wouldn’t wake their parents. Suffice to say his big sister was happy for him.

Oh ancients, Danny could not wait to text Red Hood in the morning…

PART ONE

And here’s the highly requested part two!! Thank you all so much for all the love on the first part, I’m so glad you all enjoyed it! Hope this lives up to your expectations.

I will be continuing this further, and posting this on Ao3. All future additions to the story will be posted there.

Again, thank you for all the love, & if you’ve got potential date ideas for these two idiots I’d love to hear them.

[81pastrys]

Lost at a Race

Summary— when Lando’s wife goes on a business trip, he has to bring his little girl to the paddock with him. However, when he got distracted she wondered off.

Warnings— none

A/N— I was inspired by someone else’s fic, if I find it I will be tagging the original!! I added a little Carbono too.

Dad Lando List

Lando didn’t like his wife’s idea of having his little girl at the paddock without her, but he had no choice. She was out for a business trip and he had free practices to do. When it came down to it he took his eyes off her for not even 10 seconds and she was gone.

“Where did she go?” He asked, slightly panicked. Hoping she just went to Oscar’s side of the garage. “I just had her next to me.” He went on. Oscar noticed his panicked teammate and trotted over.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, mate.” Oscar stated. Then it hit him, where’s little Norris? “Wait, where’s your daughter?” His eyes widened and they split up to look for the little girl.

The garage hadn’t noticed their drivers disappear, let alone scrambling around looking for a toddler. When they did, the drivers were already jogging from garage to garage asking for her. “She looks just like me? Did she come in here?” Lando asked a Ferrari member. A shake of their head was all he needed to move on.

“Little curly headed baby, looks like Lando?” Oscar asked a RedBull mechanic. The guy looked towards the pit lane and then back to Oscar. “I need an answer Lando’s going nuts right now.” He spat out quickly to show the urgency. The mechanic shrugged his shoulders with a no.

However in the Williams garage, Carlos was holding the little girl. Her favorite uncle. He was showing her around and explaining things. Alex had joined in, seeing how adorable she was and couldn’t resist. “She’s adorable, Lily would die seeing me with her.” He joked. Carlos took a picture of the three of them and it was sent to their girlfriends along with Lando.

Lando had made it to Haas before he got the message, severely panicked and shaken up by losing his little girl. He had called his wife at this point and had her freaking out from a different country. “Fucking wanker.” Lando mumbled seeing the text.

“What?! Did you find her?” His wife rambled on, still freaking out. “Lando!” She yelled. He sighed before slowly making his way to William’s. He motioned to Oscar, who was confused seeing as he had no little girl.

“She’s at William’s with Carlos, my love.” Lando said defeated. “He just sent me a picture of him and Alex holding her.” He explained. She went on yelling at him about responsibility, she was so loud he put his phone on speaker, then turned the volume down. “I love you, but I’m at Williams though so I have to go get her.” He said tired of her nonsensical yelling.

“She’s not very happy.” Oscar mentioned walking to McLaren, leaving Lando at Williams hospitality. The Williams workers looked confused as Lando walked in like it was his team. His anxiety from his little girl missing was smashed by seeing her giggling in her uncles arms.

“Dada!!” She squeaked seeing him approaching. Carlos relinquished the baby to her father with a chuckle. “Uncle los!” She pointed to Carlos.

“Yeah?” Lando said with a smile. “I see uncle Carlos, sweetheart.” He nodded and she hugged his neck. “Please don’t ever do that again.” He whispered to himself sighing with relief to have her tiny arms wrapped around his neck.

“She’s a pleasure to have around.” Alex joined. Not understanding how the little girl even got into Carlos’s possession. “Why do you look so pale?” He asked Lando, who gave him a seriously mean look. Alex recoiled and walked off.

“Cabron, be glad she found me.” Carlos joked. “Liam would throw a tantrum if she found Max.” He stated, which was true. Liam wasn’t fond of anyone other than redbull employees strolling on in to their garage.

“I know, but she nearly gave me a heart attack.” Lando mentioned. He walked back to his garage and held her the rest of the evening until he had to get in the car. “If you lose her you’re dead meat.” He warned his trainer.

“Like you did?” Jon joked. The death stare he got was not worth it. Jon, in fact, did not lose the little girl. He sat in Lando’s driver room with her while they watched free practice.

Carlos pov

Carlos had went to Ferrari to wish Charles and Lewis luck during the practice. On his way back to Williams he spotted a little head with curls. He stopped and crouched down. “Los!” She squealed. Of course, McLaren and Ferrari were right next to each other. “Dada’s in there.” She explained in toddler babble. She was right near the exit of McLaren, how she got through the maze of an exit he’ll never know.

“Is he sobrina?” He asked. He picked the little girl up and went on his way to the Williams garage. He didn’t think it was too big of a deal. He showed her his helmet and Alex’s side of the garage. “This is Alex, sobrina.” He explained seeing Alex light up.

“Why hello!” He greeted her with a smile. “Sobrina? Is that her name?” He asked. The little girl giggled as Alex tickled her.

“No, it means niece in Spanish. This is Lando’s daughter.” Carlos explained. Alex had shown her his helmet and then they went on to take a picture and sent it to Lando and their girlfriends. A few minutes later Lando was in his garage. “She nearly gave me a heart attack!” Lando explained. The little girl was returned unharmed.

‘cabron’ means multiple things apparently, but it is used casually like dude in this fic 😳. ‘Sobrina’ means niece as Carlos mentions.

[qcomicsy]

I think a thing that people get wrong about Jason's anger is that it's not explosive.

It's cold. Jason isn't the type of person who storms off at every little thing or goes throwing tantrums and setting things on fire blindfully.

He's the type of person who's very practical. He keeps to himself, always. You rarely see issues where Jason's anger is reactive at the moment where the trigger happens to him. If you see his character up close, most of the time when he's triggered his reaction is calm. Even cold.

He gets triggered -> He keeps to himself → He makes a plan → And then he reacts.

Jason's anger being something explosive and out of character and out of place is actually how other people (characters) see it, because they have no idea on how it's playing out on Jason's head.

And that's a thing you can see operating since he was a child.

Where the only exceptions about this effect is either when someone he believes needs his help is involved.

See Nightwing Annual (2021)

But In Batman #411 when Jason learns the fact that Two-Face was responsible for his father's death and Bruce was keeping that from him as a secret his first reaction isn't to blow up on him.

Was to seethe.

Bruce goes up home after dealing with a Two-Face case (in my field we call that poetic irony) and asks Alfred where Jason is, Alfred's answer is that he's been sleeping all day (which is a conclusion that Alfred drew probably after going to check on Jason and seeing him in fact on his bed all day).

But when you see the next panel, even though he is on the bed, He's fully awake and both his expression and his body language shows that he's in fact angry.

This is the first time he appears again in the comics after learning that Two Face killed his dad.

Jason doesn't go towards Bruce immediately to demand an explanation or ask why he did this, or even to throw the truth on his face.

(Which could be debatable that that's something the Dick would usually do, but I'm not that literate on Dick's comics)

His reaction wasn't immediate.

His reaction was to go to his bed and stay quiet. Jason stayed calm and collected the whole trip until meeting Two Face again.

But the moment Jason as Robin has the opportunity to get his hands on Two-Face he does this

From Bruce, and maybe Alfred's perspective it could be interpreted as out of place or him storming off.

But it isn't. Jason was able to keep his cool (even though he shut off), until he was face a face to Two Face.

Does that mean he planned that to happen?

That's debatable, in any moment of this issue it is shown that Jason was actually planning to get to Two Face and do this. I my personal opinion, other and much more plausible explanation is: That he was in fact trying to keep to himself but couldn't hold back the moment that he saw his dad's murder.

You can see the same thing happening as Jason learns that Batman got another Robin in Red Hood: Lost Days.

Talia asks "You all right?" and Jason's first answer is "Sure Why Wouldn't I Be Alright?"

When he's alone he finally has the moment to break down.

(Actually both Red Hood: The lost days and Batman: Under the Red Hood are great case studies on how that usually play out on Jason's head.)

Jason is way more in control of his emotions than people ever give him credit for. The thing is that Jason holds it back until he either blows off or is capable to throw it back in someone's face.

[ipushhimback]

my world

pairing: lando norris x reader warnings: none word count: 1.2 k

summary: lando with a woman and 2 kids in the paddock?

Lando has always been a private person. Of course, he occasionally posted a vlog, showed clips of his golfing, streamed, or just showed some racing related stuff.

What no one of the fans knew was, that after every single race there is his family waiting for him. They nearly found out when Lando streamed and their daughter decided that it was the perfect moment to throw a tantrum because she didn’t want to eat her dinner as it was ‘the wrong shape’.

But now that Livy was three and understood what her dad does for a living she really wanted to watch a race so Y/N and Lando had agreed to take her to the Monaco Grand Prix. It was near their home so if anything became to much for the kids, Y/N could just take them home and they would watch the rest of the race from their balcony.

So today you were dressed in a simple baggy jeans, that weren’t so baggy anymore when you compare them to Charles’, and a papaya colored shirt, though no one could see the ‘LN4’ printed on it because of the wraparound baby carrier in which the one month old Aiden was sleeping peacefully.

Livy was wearing a cute white dress with tiny orange flowers printed on it. She was holding Lando’s hand and happily walking through the paddock as if she had done it a million times before.

“I’ll just introduce you to Oscar real quick. Lily isn’t here today so if you want to go to another garage to talk to someone other than the mechanics you can just do that, ok?”, Lando asked as he looked at you with a wide smile that let you know he was happy for you to be here today.

“I know, Lan. You’ve told me that ten times already”, you said leaving forward and pressing a kiss on his lips.

“I know, baby, Just making sure”, your husband said, still smiling.

“Daddy? Why are there no cars?”, Livy said as she looked up at Lando, looking completely confused. Her dad picked her up.

“They are in the garages, baby girl. You will see them later, ok?”

Livia scrunched her nose in disappointment.

“Hm. Wanna see cars now.”

“I know. Oh! There is Oscar! Hey, Osc. How’re you doing?”, Lando asked casually.

You couldn’t help but see how confused the Australian looked.

“Uhm… good? Who… is that?”, Oscar asked while he tried to be polite but he looked absolutely puzzled.

“That is my family. Surprise, I guess. Y/N, my wife. Livy, my daughter. And the little one is Aiden, our baby boy. Sorry I didn’t tell you about them but I really didn’t want the kids to be in the media so much already.”

What Lando didn’t know was that the whole internet was already going wild.

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f1gossip Lando Norris seen at the paddock with a woman and kids. Does he have a new girlfriend?

username1 omg. lando is dating a single mom??

username2 pretty sure she is a gold digger…

username3 did she baby trap lando…?

username4 please tell me lando isn’t going to retire now bc he feels like he has to take care of those kids…

username5 pretty sure she only wants his money…

username6 guys do your research. she is Y/N L/N… ceo of some company and literally richer than lando…

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Livy in the meanwhile was mesmerized.

“Oscy has pretty hair”, she whispered into her dad’s ear though it was so loud that Oscar heard it and started laughing which made Livia all shy.

“Thank you, little one”, he said while he was still laughing which made Liv hide her face in Lando’s neck who just bounced her a little and laughed.

“She is a little shy. Sorry, mate”, he said to his teammate.

“All good. And this is Aiden? He is super cute”, Oscar said while looking at Aiden who was peacefully sleeping.

“Yes. That’s our little one. He was super mad today when I woke him up to get him dressed though so he is mostly sleeping now”, you said smiling at your little baby boy who sighed in his sleep.

Oscar smiled while looking at the newborn and you started wondering if he will ever also have a kid with Lily.

“Daddy. Wanna see the cars now. Please?”, Livia asked though she was immediately distracted when she saw Charles with his girlfriend Alex walking by. But these two weren’t the ones who got Liv’s attention. It was Leo who was running after the couple on a leash.

“DADDY! THERE IS A DOGGY!”, she explained and squirmed in her dad’s arms to make him put her down.

The second her feet touched the ground she started running over to Leo and plopped down on the ground next to the dachshund who immediately started licking her face.

“Livia Norris! You can’t just run off, did you hear me?”, Lando scolded his daughter. “There are many people and cars which can be dangerous. Mommy and I told you to always stay close to us.”

„Sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to but dog is cute, look!“, The toddler said while pointing at Leo. „What’s doggy‘s name?“, Liv asked Charles who was standing next to her.

„That’s Leo. He is cute, isn’t he?“, the Monegasque said to Liv while looking at his dog with a proud smile which made Livy nod enthusiastically.

Livia was now looking at Alex who was standing a bit behind Charles.

„You pretty“, she said looking at Alex�� red dress and then looking back at Leo.

„Thank you sweetie! That’s very nice of you! But so do you. Such a pretty dress. Did you choose it yourself?“, Alex asked while crouching down to be on the same level as Liv.

„No. My mommy said I should wear it because it makes me look like a princess. But daddy said I wear it because the flowers are orange“, she answered shrugging nonchalantly.

Alex just nodded not knowing what to say now. But it didn’t really matter anyway as Liv already spotted Lewis and was immediately obsessed with his braids. She squealed and ran over to the ferrari driver.

„Your hair is so pretty! Did your mommy do that? My mommy always does my hair!“, the little girl said looking up at Lewis while Lando just groaned.

„She already loves half the grid more than me“, he said to you pretending to pout as he wraps an arm around your waist and walked over to Lewis and Livy while he pulled out his phone. „Oh wow the internet is calling you a gold digger now. Interesting“, he said rolling his eyes.

„Let them talk. They will find out who is paying for your golf trips soon enough“, you said chuckling.

But Lando really couldn’t just let them talk. You were his family and important to him.

lando My world (and just for the record she is not a gold digger)

username1 lando has been hiding a whole family for years???

username2 cant believe lando is dating her… he could do so much better

username3 the haters are always gonna hate…

username4 such a cute family they look so happy

username5 not liv loving half the grid more than lando…

a/n: y’all don’t know how long this took me even though it isn’t long or anything…

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[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Family Of Four

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: none

Being a young mother of two small children, one of whom is 3 months and the other 4 years old, is something no one could have prepared you for. You knew from the beginning that it wasn't going to be easy since Lando couldn't always be there to help you with the two of them, but sometimes you thought you were gonna lose your mind.

Phoebe was 4 years old, the spitting image of her dad. She was a little lady with big brown curls and sassy attitude who always stole everyone's hearts with her personality. On the other hand, Kian was only 3 months old, usually a very calm little baby boy who was a perfect mix of both you and Lando.

This was one of those days when you wanted to jump out of your own skin. One of those days when you didn't know what to do first, who to take first, who to comfort first. Both kids were screaming crying, Phoebe because she was hungry, even though she refused to eat 20 minutes before when you asked her, and Kian because he had stomach cramps that were very painful.

While Phoebe was throwing a tantrum and rolling on the floor screaming, Kian was crying so hard that you almost cried too because you didn't know how to help him anymore. You were going crazy while waiting for Lando to come back from work duties.

Days like this didn't happen often, but when they did, you felt like you were failing as a mother. Deep down you knew it wasn't true, but you just couldn't understand how a pregnant Nara Smith manages to literally produce cereal for her children's breakfast, yet here you are, not even able to calm your two children by yourself.

"It's okay, it's okay baby boy, please stop crying" You despaired, talking softly, rubbing Kian's back and walking around the living room with him. "Phoebe, get up from the floor right now!"

"I'm hungry!"

"Can you just wait 5 more minutes until your brother stops crying? Can you please do that for me?"

"No, I want daddy!" She yelled which startled Kian and made him cry even more.

"Oh my God.." You were on the verge of a breakdown. "Shh, baby, it's okay..shh"

Thankfully, minutes after she screamed for her dad, Lando walked through the front door.

"Guys, what is going on here?" He asked taking off his jacket looking at the chaotic scene in front of him.

"Please, do something" Your voice trembled, the tears already formed in your eyes threatening to spill out.

"Baby, what's going on? Are you okay?" He approached you putting one hand on your cheek and the other on Kian's back.

"No" You shook your head. "I'm going to the bedroom to try to calm him down. Phoebe's hungry because she didn't wanna eat 20 minutes ago when I begged her to. Now she's screaming for no reason."

"I'll deal with her, don't worry, okay?" He said kissing your cheek before you left with Kian in your arms.

"Pheebs, get up, c'mon" Lando said gently pulling her up by her arm.

"Daddy" She cried with no tears.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked lifting her up in his arms and brushing her hair from her sweat-sticky face.

"I'm hungry"

"Okay, but have you ever been hungry for more than 10 minutes before you got to eat?" He asked walking to the kitchen with her and sitting her down on the kitchen island. "Have you?"

"No.." She said quietly sniffling and looking down at her hands.

"Baby, look at me" Lando gently lifts her chin up with his finger "You're a big sister now, and big sisters don't act this way. If your brother is crying because he's in pain, you need to be patient. No one's gonna forget about you, but you need to help mommy, and you screaming while she's trying to calm him down is not helpful at all."

Phoebe stayed silent looking at Lando with sad puppy eyes before asking "Do you l-love baby brother more than me?"

Pheebs was daddy's girl from day one. She was his first one. His everything and more. She had him completely wrapped around her finger and he knew it, but he loved it.

Since he was away a lot, he couldn't spend as much time as he wanted with his kids so he was always very lenient with them. Especially with Pheebs because she was older. She always got what she wanted and Lando was always very happy to fulfill her every wish.

He could never say no to her. How could he say no when every time when Lando goes on a race, she calls him on a video call to say "I miss you daddy, you're going to win tomorrow because you're the best" It makes his heart melt every time.

"Baby, mommy and I love you and your brother equally. There's no way we love one more than the other, okay?" He said cupping her cheeks. "But you're always gonna be daddy's little girl, yeah? My tiny princess" He starts tickling her showering kisses all over her face making her giggle.

"Will my princess eat now so we can go get ready for bed?" He asked to which she quickly agreed nodding her head.

After dinner, Lando helped her brush her teeth, put on her pyjamas and put her to bed.

"I love you, daddy." She stretched out her arms for one more hug before Lando got up and left her room.

"I love you too, darling. Good night."

Once he was done with Phoebe, he went to see where you and Kian were.

"Y/n?" He said quietly entering your bedroom with dimmed lights. You were lying on the bed next to Kian who was finally asleep. "Are you sleeping?"

"No" You answered quietly as he sat down next the two of you.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked noticing that your eyes were red from crying. "Come here" Opening his arms, he pulls you to himself.

"I'm so tired, Lan" You sob quietly into his chest. It was all just too much for you. You didn't have any time for yourself. You were with two little kids 24/7 and you just felt like you were losing yourself. "I feel like I'm losing my mind. He's still having cramps and it hurts me to see him in pain. And I feel like I'm neglecting Phoebe like I'm not giving her enough attention since he came and-"

"Y/n, baby, stop. I don't wanna hear you being hard on yourself. They're kids, they have their good and bad days. It doesn't mean we're failing as parents if they're having a bad day. You're the best, most loving and caring mom ever, but you need a break. Let me please find someone to help you out with them when I'm not home."

"No, I can take care of my own kids when you're not home" You were being stubborn. You were refusing to get a nanny even though you knew you needed it when Lando was away because both your and Lando's parents were not living in Monaco so they couldn't be there when you needed them.

"I know you can, but I need you to be okay above everything else." He says leaving a kiss on your head that was still resting on his chest.

"I know, I'm sorry, it's been such a hard day and I missed you so much"

"Shh, I've got you, baby."

Later that night, when both kids were fast asleep, Lando and you finally had some time for yourselves. Both of you were in the living room on the couch in front of the TV. You were half asleep with your head in Lando's lap as he played with your hair and watched some TV show.

He smiled softly when he noticed you fell asleep. He didn't want to disturb you, but he wanted to cuddle you so he pulled you up closer to him. You laid your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead whispering how much he loves you and how much he's proud of you.

[gamblersdoll]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

a dragon-king! bakugou who finally meets someone who can take him— and maybe this marriage isnt such a bad thing. p in v, virgin! katsuki, (he gets a little bit excited) established relationship, breeding kink/ pregnancy mention.

katsuki hated the fact he was the new heir to the throne, his father passing away and that was truly a part of his sanity. mitsuki was the one who pushed marriage, he had to have a wife and sooner or later, children.

‘in what fucking planet do we live in to where we have to get married, hag?’ he remembers being a teenager and asking that question over and over and over again. just to be hit with a ‘our numbers are depleting, katsuki. we have to do these things in order to survive.’

he still rolls his eyes to the thought, but not now— since his old hag of a fucking mother is actually serious. she actually seeded out women who always wanted to be a woman on the throne, a woman who has seen the dragon queens’ son and wanted to risk it all for him. he despises it, women who throw themselves to a man.

“which one do you like the most, son?” she asks, smile lines on her aged face pulled by her fanged smile. “and hurry, we dont have all day.”

“none of them.” he deadpanned.

“boy— pick one or ill have your head!”

“and everyone wonders how dad died—“ he says, before receiving a smack to the back of his blonde head. “ow!”

“pick one, now.” she repeats, fixing herself and smiling to the line of girls presented to them. “alot of them are just lively.”

he sighs, crimson eyes wandering and his eyes match onto you, seeming like you truthfully didnt want to be here. “you,” he barks, a finger pointed at you and he nods up. “do you not want to be here or something?”

“to be picked by a dragon king who doesnt have anything better to do? absolutely not.” you snort, his eyebrow twitching and mistuki chuckles.

“perfect! we’ll set both of you up on a evening together.” she announces, a good bit of the women groaning and both of you lock eyes. didnt she just hear you werent here on your own will? katsuki scoffs, storming off and a hand dragging down his face.

“please excuse him, he’s not used to these things and doesnt know his duty as the new king.” she phrases, hands on your shoulders and a beaming smile. “youre going to love my son, im sure of it.”

“uh.. okay.” you say, at a lost for words.

you would love her son, huh? yeah, guess you could say that. his temper tantrums died down over the months— yet, one thing was weirder than anything,

that hes never once initiated sex. was he nervous? no, he’s never nervous to sit you on his lap when barking orders to servants or to behead a woman for questioning your intelligence and beauty, so it couldnt be he was nervous.

“bakugou, i have a—“

“woman, ive told you to call me katsuki.” he interrupted, a hand on a hip of yours and a deep grumble in his chest. the tribal jewelry jingled against his skin, a huff from him.

“katsuki, i need to ask you something.” you correct yourself, not daring to look to him— and yet he was staring deep into you. “why dont you ever.. why dont you ever try and touch me?”

he pauses himself at the question, a tight squeeze and then he looks away. “because you ain’ ready yet.” he solemnly says, a hand patting your hip. “ill let you know when.”

“you say that every time, though.” you reply, trying to press the matter further. “whats the real reason?”

he pinches the bridge of his nose, defensively irritated. “because you arent ready, woman.” he growls, agitation reaching his veins. “im not going to sit here and repeat my damn self.”

you get off of his lap, hearing a ‘sit back down’ from his lips and storm off. you werent hurt from his words, but you were questioning them. what in gods hell did he mean ‘you werent ready?’ youre a full fledged adult, not some child who couldnt understand why she couldnt go near the ocean.

maybe a few hours later, your king stumbling in and you both lock eyes. he opens his lips, eyes burning into yours. “im not here to fight with ya,” he says, a hand reaching onto your thigh and he huffs. “i just dont think youre physically prepared, nor mentally.”

“you arent my keeper, katsuki,” you remind, looking over to him and folding your arms in a groan. it was too late for this, especially after doing daily tasks as his wife. “you dont make that decision for me.”

“technically, i do. i dont have to fuck a woman.” he reminds as well.

“and what, do you not want pups?” you ask, his eyes flickering to you and his bouncing knee stops. “or is it im just not doing something for you?”

“not once have i ever said i didnt want children with you, y/n.” he growled, his gripping on your thigh tight. “i just said that you weren’t ready for that kind of thing, what apart of that dont you understand?”

“and how do you know what i am and am not ready for? is it because you havent slept with anyone before?”

he looks at you, straight faced.. you feel a chill go through your body, and you feel as if you had entirely fucked up— forgotten that this was a dragon king that you were married to..

and that you were dealing with.

“the last woman i tried to marry with could barely take anything that i gave her, you want to be next?” he warns, a small ounce of venom tracing his lips and he raised an eyebrow. “watch how you address me.”

“you know damn well thats not what i meant—“

“so what did you mean?”

“i meant if this is your first marriage, your first woman you slept with, ever.” you admit, scrambling for words to better help your case.

“yes and no.” he replies, patting your thigh. “the many women i tried to mate with could barely handle the tip.”

“okay.. so she left you because youre big down there, boo hoo—“

“no, you’re not understanding what i’m saying.” he stops you, grabbing your hands. “im your first dragon man, so..”

“us dragon men, we are bigger than the average human being. thats why we are better suited for dragon women, because their bodies can handle it.” he explained, still staring into you. “you arent ready for that kind of thing yet—“

“yeah, if you dont even attempt with me.”

he runs his hand through his hair, a nervous scoff. “the last woman who said that, her cervix was bruised and she cant have pups now, do you want that for yourself or do you not care about us?”

“katsuki, you dont have to be scared to do this with me.” you say, not even taking into account that he was a competitor, saying such words strikes a chord within him. and his chest swells with pride, him crawling onto you.

“no one is scared, woman.”

dragon men were definitely alot bigger than the average human man, you could feel it against you through the clothes that he wore, and his hands being big enough to wrap around your entire thigh.

his lips leave your neck, a whine coming from your throat and a deep grumble comes from his. he ran hot, his palms heated and sweaty from the passion and him grinding himself into your stomach.

he was needy, he hadnt been this needy in years.

“katsuki..” you mumble, hands along his sides and he kisses your lips, shutting you up.

“you think yer’ ready, little one?” he asks, his eyes blown out and dilated. he had been waiting for this, you can tell. you nod, teeth pulling at the small of your lip corner and he nods with you. his pants fall… and he wasnt lying, being nine inches long and twenty two centimeters wide. you swallow thick, looking down to the second beast he was swinging around. “you like to listen now, dont you?”

you nod, spreading your legs and he licks his lips. you watch his crawl ontop of you, kissing your collarbone and pressing his tip against your folds.

“kat—“ you say, him grunting and looking to you. “dont be nervous, okay?”

he softens a little, immediately forgetting that and hardening again. “let me know when to stop, ‘kay?” he says, pressing his tip and pushing it in.

his eyes widen, hearing you groan from the sudden stretch and he feels heat swell in his stomach. he cant fucking believe it, watching his cock slip deeper into your walls and he starts to pant. his eyes turn to slits, his canines growing sharper and wider— he was losing himself, realizing he’d finally met a woman who can take more than just the tip of his dragon cock.

“katsukiiiii..” you whine, a hand on his pelvis and he growls. “see..? im okay.”

he licks his lips, saliva pooling at the corner and then dribbling down the side of his mouth. “no fuckin way..” he growls, gripping your hips and jerking his hips. “fucking half way.. half way.” he repeats to himself, bottoming out and he claws at the sheets.

the dragon king holds your hips, raising them a little and then pulling you up, slowly pulling you back down and letting you adjust to his size. “give it to me..” he growls out, it being a echo.

“give you what..?” you ask, chest heaving and nipple hardened.

“your grace, give me the go ahead to take you.” he repeats, seeing you nod and pressing your legs to his chest. he licks at your calves, seeing the fire inside of his eyes while his cock drives into your cervix. “fuck! take all of it— take it all!” he growls, folding you up and slamming his body weight against your thighs.

slapping of wet skin, slick and creamy folds echo throughout the dragon kings bedroom—the dragon king becoming animalistic and he grabs your breasts in each hand. “katsukikatsukikatsuki!” you chant his name, eyes rolling and you cant remember how many orgasms youve been through from the dragon king.

“fuck— fucking have them, have my fucking pups!” he rumbles, nails digging into you as crescent moons into your skin and he presses his forehead to yours. “carry my kids, fucking take them— getting fucked fat with my kids— fuckk!”

he groans, pulling you down onto his cock as he stills. his cock gets pushed out, the dragon kings’ semen being in so much amounts it forces it out. he pants, ragged breaths and he falls against you, his body returning to his original state and his eyes return normal.

“katsuki?”

“mm.” he grunts, looking up to you and his face gets covered by your plush breasts.

“i dont want to say i told you so…

but i told you so.”

“do you remember when you thought i would die from having sex with you?” you say, sitting in the bathtub and bubbles cover your wet skin. “you were so nervous.” you chuckled, putting your hands on your round belly.

“yeah.. was kind of a punk for that.” he chuckles, smile lines, but yet— frown lines pulled from his chuckle. “you look gorgeous, beautiful.” he praises, kissing your cheek and putting a hand on your belly. “water too hot?”

“im carrying dragons, katsuki.” you remind, raising your hand to his cheek and caressing it. you feel his smile, and his lips press to yours. “the midwife should be here, soon.”

she was already there, both of you being enamored with each other to miss the part that was most important.

“what do you mean she’s having triplets?!”

[bruciemilf]

I know this is a DC blog but I NEED dad Logan. Get that murder teddy bear some kids ASAP.

Fancast + non canon Headcanons ahead.

BOBBY MY BELOVED / 16

“Sure everything in my life is terrible. But at LEAST I’m gay”

Makes pop culture references Logan doesn’t understand. “Logan threw the first brick at stonewall” “what are you SAYING” “he’s an ally”

Can, will, and has gaslight Logan into thinking he’s homophobic just for not letting Bobby do what he wants

Stole a beer from Logan once and they found him drunk crying at 3 am. He calls Logan to apologize about it. “I’m sO sorryyy. You know I love you??” “Go to bed” “noOoo” Logan is next to him.

Has a secret YouTube channel and everyone watches for Logan interactions specifically

Mabel Pines coded

KITTY… that’s his half pint your honor. / 17

Logan is terrified. Why are you such an easy kid. Why aren’t you rebelling? Why isn’t defiance bleeding on your fists?

Why aren’t you clawing and biting and snarling for your freedom? Why aren’t you being a kid? Who do I have to skin-

Daughters are not supposed to exist quietly.

I hc that Kitty’s family is extremely unsupportive of her being a mutant, — but they’re just traditional in general. Specifically she’s petrified of being around/existing along men.

Certified babysitter when Logan’s not around. She’s so big sister.

“guys!1!11!!!! mr. Logan said not to do that!1!1!1”

Logan BEGS her to be a shitty teenager for like 10 minutes. Be bratty!!! Tell him to fuck off! Throw a tantrum!!!! “But I’m not a kid.” “You’re MY kid.”

JUBILEEE daddy’s girl / 15

Problem Child TM

Plays Rock n Roll by Avril Lavigne at 4 am to piss Logan and her siblings off when they annoy her

Grounded all the time but if she fake cries Logan will shamefully relent.

Always puts Logan’s patience to the test because she anticipates him leaving/giving up on her

Foster child with issues. She spent half her life looking for people and the other half being abandoned by them. This won’t be any different.

Except Logan is very good at fighting destiny.

Your honor I don’t CARE Logan is made to be a girl dad!!!!

“On the spectrum. Not saying which one”

STRONG she/they energy

Most affectionate with Logan out of all the kiddos. Her love language is terrible pancake making (Logan eats them anyway) and cat cuddling.

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LAURA (murder baby) / 7

Brings dead birds/mice to her family members (affectionate)

Charles has the bright idea to enroll her in school with the kids. “It’s important for children to socialize with peers their own ages.” “Can’t socialize if they’re all DEAD.”

That meme of the little boy and his father with an arrow in his shoulder

Youngest child privilege

Steals Bobby’s phone and shoot’s hilariously off angle family vlogs. One of them includes her stealing Logan’s motorcycle while he runs after her

[epnusika]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- GRI3F3R Romantic Headcanons

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•] You must be the most patient individual in the entire world because I don't understand how you were able to handle GRI3F3R.

•] His nicknames for you are Bae, Babe, Baby, or a shortened form of your name. He's not that creative but that's okay...!

•] Would definitely show you off to his Dad that he got a partner like you—with the widest, proudest grin on his face.

"DAD! DAD!! L00K AT MY P4RTN3R, AIN'T TH3Y JUST TH3 B3ST?! HAH! 4ND U TH0UGHT I COULDN'T PULL ANY B1TCH3S!!!"

•] He then proceeds to tell his Dad everything he knows about you. He's like a highschool girl talking about their latest obsession. Which in his case is... well, you.

•] Has definitely yapped about you to his pet gorilla as well.

•] Talking about yapping... Remember the shelf in his room that was filled with unopened pack of cards? Be prepared because you're about to have hours upon hours of conversation about it. He's telling you about his favorite cards, how some of them have a lot of value and can be traded...

•] Also, he finally learned the word 'hygiene' when he got with you.

•] Anyway, he's the biggest man child ever. The first time that you were over for dinner at his Dad's, he's throwing a tantrum towards how his Dad is 'ordering' him to do the dishes.

"UGH... YOU'R3 PUSH1NG M3 AROUND AG4IN!? AND 1N FRONT 0F MY P4RTN3R TOO!? GO DO 1T YOURS3LF, DAD. 1'M A GR0WN M4N, STOP T3LL1NG ME WH4T TO DO."

•] Ironic.

•] Looking over to you though, his entire demeanor immediately switched when he saw the mortified expression on your face. He's clearing his throat, filled with shame, as he immediately stands up from his seat to gather the dirty dishes.

"ACTU4LLY... N-N3VERM1ND... SUR3 DAD, I'LL T4KE CAR3 OF THE D1SH3S."

•] Mayor Thaniyel is very grateful that his son found you. The Heavens must've heard his prayers when he prayed that his son needs to get hammered down by a peg or two.

•] Oh! And have I mentioned your bullies? No? Good, because you don't have any. With GR1EF3R as your partner, even if someone gave you the tiniest insult, he's crushing them to the dirt.

"WH4T D1D YOU JUST S4Y, PUNK!? S4Y TH4T AGA1N, I D4RE YOU. I'LL M4K3 YOU B1TE TH3 CURB. NO ON3 T4LKS TO MY P4RTN3R L1KE TH4T! AP0LOG1ZE R1GHT NOW B3FORE I CH4NGE MY M1ND 4BOUT G1VING YOU A P4SS."

•] Surprisingly, GR1EF3R'S pretty adventurous. Sure, he spends most of his time on his PC, yelling and bullying people on the internet but... When he's not? He's dragging you by the hand while you run around the jungle with giggles leaving your lips. You guys had ticked off the people of the indigenous tribe, again. For the hundredth time.

•] Still... you can't believe how flexible and agile your loser partner is.

•] Moreover, despite his enormously inflated ego, he isn't too big on PDA. He's too embarrassed to admit that he's going soft for someone. Yes, he loves you so much but... that type of thing is just out of his comfort zone.

•] That's why his love languages are gift giving and words of affirmation. At this point, he has memorized the entire jungle like the back of his hand because of how long he's lived there. So, picking up random trinkets and items around the jungle or using the pocket money that his Dad gives him so he could buy you stuff, he hands them to you in the form of a gift.

"B4BE! LOOK AT WH4T I G0T YOU! DO Y0U L1KE IT?! ...HUH? H0W D1D I G3T MY H4NDS ON TH1S Y0U ASK? 1T'S EXP3NS1VE??? N0NS3NSE!! 1 DON'T C4RE, I'LL EV3N BUY YOU AN ENT1RE BR4NDED ST0RE IF YOU 4SKED M3 TO! ANYTH1NG FOR Y0U!!!"

•] RIP Mayor Thaniyel's wallet.

•] Moving on... His words of affirmation isn't what you're imagining right now, no. If anything he's pretty bad at it. Even then, it surprisingly works on you. The slangs he uses and how he pieces words together doesn't fail to crack you up every time. At first, he's utterly puzzled when you started laughing. But then, he smiles. He's glad that you found his words silly and that he made you feel better.

•] He isn't too used to kisses, but he does have some confidence to initiate it first. Mostly just swift kisses though. Doesn't matter where but he'll do it as long as he can hide away his flustered face from you. If you caught him in a long one though, he's definitely going to want more from you. Unfortunately, he wouldn't admit it so you would have to improvise.

•] The small spoon when it comes to cuddling. Snuggled close to your body, he's grumbling about how he's just giving you the chance to be the big spoon when it's so obvious that he enjoys being held.

"DON'T L00K AT M3 L1KE THAT... AS 1F I ENJ0Y B3ING IN TH1S POS1TI0N... WH4... H-H3Y! DON'T M0VE YOUR 4RMS AW4Y! K3EP 1T WR4PP3D AR0UND M3. TSK..."

[willowser]

really what prompted my double boy dad bakugou post was the idea of his older son — who is six, nearing seven — coming out of his room with messy, sleep-mussed hair and wandering into the kitchen on an early morning when katsuki's getting ready for work.

and your youngest is a little terror. spoiled rotten, katsuki thinks, was too babied and that's why he doesn't listen and has temper tantrums in the middle of the floor and is already throwing punches at three. katsuki's old witch of a mother thinks he'll be bulkier than his older son and twice as mean, prone to pinning his brother to the ground until he's declared the greatest.

(katsuki feels both horror and pride, at the very thought.)

it hasn't always been easy for your oldest; becoming a big brother never is. not that katsuki would know what that's like, but he hated to even share a playground with deku, much less share his one and only mommy, so he can only imagine what his own son went through when his brother arrived.

but he's been great about it, which comes as no surprise because his oldest has always been great about everything. gets his little brother out of bed and reminds him of his manners—even as he's getting whacked—gives up his toys just so the baby won't cry. he's too smart for his own good, acting like a big boy now—and it makes katsuki nostalgic in a way that hurts.

there hasn't been a lot of time for just the two of them. not like there used to be.

so when his firstborn comes to stand beside him in the kitchen, to lean his head against his dad's hip and rub at his sleepy eyes—katsuki just ruffles his already messy hair, before giving his ear a little tug.

"should be asleep," he grumbles to him, "sun's not even up yet."

his son only shrugs, yawns hard; despite this, he says, "'m not tired."

katsuki snorts and continues with his routine: finishes his protein shake, gives the kid a sip when he thinks he wants one (he doesn't really, though he tries not to make a face at the taste as he nods, as if he likes it), makes sure he's got all his work shit in his bag for patrol later. and his son is mostly quiet, content to share in the morning just between the two of them after katsuki sits him on the counter.

and then he asks, "can i come to work with you?"

on instinct, katsuki glances at his shut bedroom door, where you're still fast asleep, on the other side, and then down the hallway to where his youngest is sleeping, too.

technically, the kid probably could because you're off work today, and you could come pick him up later before katsuki has to head out, but—

"your brother won't be happy if i take you and not him."

and your oldest is a good big brother. has more patience than katsuki ever did, knows how to share—but on this morning that the two of them are indulging in, he only shrugs.

"well," he sighs—and he sounds so grown up, sounds like you when you're leveling with katsuki. "if he wanted to go then he should have got up, too."

"that why you're awake?" katsuki frowns, though his son only shrugs again. the idea that he's gotten up way too early, at the ass-crack of dawn just to have some extra time with his dad is too—

"yeah," katsuki murmurs, nodding at him to hop off the counter. "get your socks on so we can go."

there won't be anything for him to do in the agency office, besides get an endless amount of cups of water from the dispenser and all the candy in the receptionist's bowl and attention from the older ladies that thinks he's just so stinking cute.

but at least they'll be together, just the two of them. like old times.

[shuenkio]

Midas touch | 선우 (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°) 엔.하.이.픈 ᝰ.ᐟ

Paring: Sunoo X Male!reader ᝰ.ᐟ Genre: Suggestive, Fluff.

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Synopsis: Big boy is upset and sulking knowing that you'll be working as a makeup artist on the other members

Cw: slight Curse, jealous, a lil possessive.

Non proof read / Eng is not my 1st.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

AᝰN: Sorry to my anon that I didn't do justice for this to be smau :( after thinking and write through for a while I'm okay with the suggestive instead. I hope you don't mind and give it a go >< thanks for the idea .

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Every fans dream was to be close to their own idols, such as work as stylists, make up artists, managers and so on. But little did they do, there was no love involved. Work means work, you can't go to work just to love your idol, you go to work for passion and living, isn't that right? Common sense.

However it was one in a million that you get chosen as a male make up artist for one of a popular boy group, ENHYPEN. Yet that was in the past, actually you've worked for them for God knows how long, ever since their Debut era, Given-Taken. If somebody asks how many things you've witnessed watching them grow, Proud is the only answer.

Being this young, and getting to walk in the same journey with the 7 boys, it's truly life changing, not only watching them grown, your mindset, maturity, emotional have grown too. You get to pinpoint what's right or wrong.

Present time, the one and only member that you've been working for the ultimate is Sunoo. To say how experienced you were with him, is quite easy. Sunoo is a guy who's easily outgoing, fun to talk to, making you feel exist, being by his side is never bored just sometimes when he's bored, he's scrolling his media.

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Making your way to the music show make up room, because ENHYPEN just came back with a new repackage album. There'll be tons of work for shooting promotions music shows, make up is very... Important.

Today is different, the boy's manager approaches you with some other new staff as well. He announced that you will be moved to work with another member, that turns out to be Jungwon for the next few months since the former staff took their break, while Sunoo got a new female staff member. Somehow it makes no sense why you have to move, when the new staff could go right to Jungwon but soon, was explained by the manager himself, that Jungwon suggested he wanted to work with you, also Sunoo is getting along pretty well with girls so why not. It clicked after the manager in the state, nothing more to be curious about.

Get to work right after, as you are doing make up for Jungwon, the leader seems happy that you agree to work with him while he chit chat with you how he had seen your work, your calm presence, and your aura around Sunoo and other people as well which response by your chuckle. Is that all he wanted? Silly boy. Beside that, Jungwon would find many dad crack jokes on you, practice his flirty skills out of the blue that affect you a lot, finding yourself tummy freeze from laughing.

Unbeknownst to you, Sunoo is upset and sulking on the other side. He was pouting all the time as the new female staff did her job quietly, and didn't dare to ask why. He was seen taking a deep sigh, chin resting, and introvert the whole time. Not when he heard Jungwon is flirting with you, all the goofy and cheese stuffs hearing from the other side that would make him hot. Yet he bottled it up, waiting for the right moment to have a talk with you?

Nearly time up for the attendance for the promotion shooting, the manager would ask all the members to get prepared, pee or drinks and essential things to do, that could delay the time. Coincidentally, as you are making your way to the bathroom, you see Sunoo was there too, but it seems like, when he looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed together just like you did something to make him mad.

Just like usual, best friend for many years, you go up and ask what's wrong with him, politely when he responds back making you surprised.

"M/n you never know who I am but... Seeing you with Jungwon makes my heart hurt!! Come back to me" instead of throwing a tantrum, Sunoo jotting his bottom lip out, pouting on the edge of crying as he speaks.

What is going on really, this is not sad but funny.

"oh gosh Sunoo snort i never knew you'd cry for this, but it's just a few months. It's not like

I only did it on him bias, sometimes I'd work on other members too including you, stop sulking it's not Sunoo anymore" You claim, explain how it works, as results that does light him up a lil bit, before flashing you a bright smile like he used too.

"Hug? Please~"

" sigh Okay, Hug" intended your arm open, as his talk frame wrapped around your small body. His hand smoothed over your back in slow, soothing circles, and you could feel the unspoken comfort in the way his chin rested on the crooked of your neck. All at once, the naughty hands of Sunoo grope both of the cheeks behind your back, His hand found your cheek with a touch that was both rough and unintentional, the calluses of his fingers brushing against your skin like an afterthought.

"Sunoo!? What's this behavior" You whine, as his hand feels your butt cheeks, carelessly on it as if he worships them, giving them some attention in case they need it but that's just him.

"but I miss this saur much, well I think it's bigger than mine now the last I've touched it, haha" Sunoo wheeze under his throat, as he pulled back his hands away and handed up like a police officer arrested him.

"You naughty boy, you're only sunshine in front of the fan but not for me" Blushing, tinted on your face. Crossing your hands over your chest, turn away from his playfulness. At some points his touch does make you feel the unspoken strange too, it kinda... Hot?

"okay okay, I won't do it again M/n don't be mad at me. Oh they're calling! See you later, I'll treat you to a cup of coffee after this, mwah" Blowing the sweetest kiss, before disappearing out of your sight.

Exhaled softly alone in the rest room, you find yourself thinking about his sudden touch earlier that does magic on you that can't be forgotten easily. It's just a few weeks apart from him before the comeback, but he grows more bold? Sigh deeply.

"Shit, why am I rock hard over this. Pull yourself together M/N!"

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[songmingisthighs]

childhood bestfriend!ateez - how you became friends

group : ateez

pairing : ateez (individual) × reader

genre : fluff ?

wc : 3.3 k

warning : children-related shenanadoodles

a/n : i've had this idea since november of 2023 and for some reason it has just been sitting in my drafts, collecting dust like my bachelor's degree so I'm taking it out of the dungeon to see the sunlight FINALLY

buy me coffee ?

hongjoong

Hongjoong didn't like people. Moreover, he didn't like people who were not family whom he was forced to be introduced to. So when his parents brought him over to the new neighbour's house, Hongjoong had the biggest pout ever. But when the neighbours brought you out and introduced you to him, his pout only deepened. Maybe it was the way his mom practically melted with the way you shyly introduced yourself. Maybe it was the way his brother immediately welcomed you to the neighbourhood and even complimented your shirt. Or maybe it was the way his dad gave you a caramel candy 10 minutes into knowing you. But overall, Hongjoong was not pleased.

He wanted to throw a tantrum when his mom practically shooed him away to hang out in your room, but his dad had already given him a warning stare, so Hongjoong was only able to grumble and follow along. Initially, he had planned on just sitting by himself in the corner, maybe pretending to be super interested in one of your toys. But when he started playing a tune on your toy piano, you immediately gasped and rushed to sit next to him on the carpet of your room.

"You're so good at that!" You complimented, taking Hongjoong completely by surprise. His eyes blinked as his body froze, but you were bouncing excitedly, "Play it again! Play it again!" you asked. Flustered, Hongjoong didn't complain and simply played the same simple tune, which seemed to absolutely blow you away. "It's just something simple..." he muttered, yet he didn't stop playing. "I can never play. My dad paid for piano lessons once, but I could only make weird noises." You shrugged, but your eyes were practically shining at him, "Can you play more? What other songs can you play? I bet you can play A LOT!" you rambled excitedly, which stroked Hongjoong's ego.

Turns out, all Hongjoong had to do to warm up to someone was to have them praise him to hell and back because when it was time for Hongjoong to go home, he actually whined and asked to stay longer. It didn't even matter that Hongjoong was playing some notes wrong because to you, it was a symphony, and Hongjoong absolutely loved the attention.

seonghwa

It was the first day of kindergarten, and Seonghwa was beyond nervous. That morning had been particularly rough on him because his mother had just told him that she would not be accompanying him into his classroom because she would not be allowed into the school, which was then followed by the news that he was not allowed to bring his bunny plushie because toys were not permitted. It was one bad thing after another because apparently Seonghwa didn't know anyone in his class, and for his teacher to put him on the spot by calling him up to introduce himself made him want to run out and find his mom.

It was during arts and crafts when you noticed him by himself at one table. The other kids were already paired up into groups of 4-5 and Seonghwa was too shy to approach anyone. So not only was he alone, but he didn't even have crayons to start drawing. Tears were already wetting his blank paper when you suddenly plopped down on the chair next to him. Even through teary eyes, he took notice of your bouncing pig tails and front-toothless grin. "Can you draw a shark? I tried but it looks like a doody," you said as you hold up your paper right in front of his face. Though sniffling, Seonghwa took the paper and examined it. "I-I think you shouldn't use brown," he suggested. You pursed your lips and scooted closer, "Can you show me?"

Before you know it, you and Seonghwa were deep into a conversation about favourite animals and food and when it was time for pick up, Seonghwa's mom was delighted to see that he was holding hands with you. While your own mom looked at you in horror because you were practically dragging Seonghwa through the sea of children yelling, "MOMMY, SEONGHWA CHANGED MY DOODY INTO A SHARK!"

Nevertheless, you two were an interesting combo that no one could expect.

yunho

You two never meant to stray from your moms when they brought you to the park to play. You two didn't even know each other but you both were simply lured away by a stray puppy. Neither one of you even knew who the other was, nor did you notice the other until you accidentally bumped heads in an alley where the puppy had ducked away somewhere and disappeared.

"Where's the puppy?" you pouted, looking for the puppy still which made Yunho start looking for the puppy again. Whilst looking around, you finally looked up to see that you were no longer in the park and that there were strangers around. "M-mommy?" Your bottom lip quivered as you started whimpering and you forgot all about the puppy. "Mom-mommy? W-where-" you started sobbing and looking side to side frantically. It was then did Yunho came up to you and grabbed your hand in his. "It's okay, don't be scared. I don't know where my mommy is too. We can look together," he suggested. You immediately nodded and let him lead you out.

The two of you walked around confusedly; you were still sobbing while Yunho seemed to not be affected. He led you gently, and his hand never left yours, which made you felt really safe and you had even thought that he was so brave.

It took you both a while but you finally reached the park where you saw both of your moms talking to the police frantically.

"Mom!" you screamed, running towards her while still holding onto Yunho so that when you collided with your mom's legs, Yunho was just standing there, staring at you openly crying and saying that you were scared, but Yunho was there to protect you. Yunho's mom knelt in front of him and smiled, "While I'm a bit mad that you ran away, I'm glad that you were being brave." It was at that moment that Yunho finally burst out crying, screaming that he was scared too and that he only pretended to be brave so that you wouldn't worry.

In the end, your moms decided to take you two out for ice cream to calm yourselves down, and you and Yunho shared flavours even through tears and snot.

yeosang

It was your first paired project of third grade, and you were paired with Yeosang, who was mostly quiet but was known to be very smart and responsible. The project was to copy a drawing of a flower from your book and explain some facts about it. You had hoped to work TOGETHER but with how Yeosang was barely saying anything, you ended up taking charge of the project instead. And by that, Yeosang allowed you to decide which flower to draw and how to do the presentation, offering minimal opinion but absolutely doing whatever you told him too.

Although you felt slightly disappointed to be paired with someone so seemingly disinterested, you were determined to make the best out of the situation. You kept rambling on about what you know about the flower, and Yeosang kept a straight face as he helped colour and write some information, only talking when he was asking if what he worked on was correct. Despite his presumed disinterest, you kept going on about your excitement of using that particular flower and at one point, you decided that you didn't care if Yeosang didn't care.

During the presentation, you were so absolutely confident, and you were presenting like no one else. While Yeosang delivered his part with punctuality, you delivered yours like you were sharing something so that it was nuanced.

"That doesn't even look like the picture in the book!" A kid from the back row yelled out, cutting you off mid-presentation while his friends snickered. "W-what?" you stammered, caught off-guard. "That drawing doesn't look anything like the real one. Do you even really know what you're talking about?" His friend mocked. Your brain blanked, and you were suddenly shaking from nerves, your mouth weren't working and the hecklers took that as an opportunity to mock you even more.

"She does know her stuff!" Yeosang hissed, surprising everyone, especially you. "(y/n) chose this flower because she spends her weekends helping her grandma maintain them, and her grandma told her everything she knew, even things that weren't in the book!" Yeosang then began ranting about basically everything you had rambled on during the whole preparation process, even pointing out that you had corrected him and helped him add more relevant information for his part. After his rambles ended, he turned to look at you with a shy smile, "You did the most in this project, so don't listen to Jinyoung and his friends, and their C-average grade." The class clapped for you and Yeosang after the teacher sent you both back to your seats while the hecklers pretended that they weren't just called out in front of the class.

After that moment, you decided to pair up with Yeosang every single time there was a group project, which allowed your friendship to bloom outside of the class and even school. It took some time, but you eventually took Yeosang to your grandma's house to show him the flower that started your whole friendship.

san

San walked out of the small bookstore in disappointment, yet again. It had been the third time that week, and he absolutely hated himself for getting an ice cream before he went to the bookstore for the first time because he didn't have money for the cat sticker he wanted. He convinced himself that he would be able to buy the sticker the next day, but unfortunately, when he did come back, this time with his whole lunch money intact, he was devastated to know that someone had bought the sticker. The owner, who was an old man, felt bad so he told San that he would let him know if the sticker was ever restocked. Little 7-year-old San took that as 'the sticker is DEFINITELY coming back'.

It was torture for him, and he actually wanted to cry because he blamed himself.

His sad thoughts were cut off when the sound of the bookstore's door opening and closing was heard from behind him.

"Thank you, mister!" he heard a girl say, and when he turned around, he saw a girl in his school uniform walking out happily. But what truly caught his attention was the sticker on her backpack. The same sticker that San wanted.

Without him realizing, he started following the girl and when she noticed someone following her, the girl turned to look at him with a frown.

"Why are you following me?" you aske, cautious because your mom had warned you about stranger danger and in your innocent mind, it included kids you don't know. San huffed and pouted, pointing at your backpack, "I wanted that sticker, I was gonna buy it, but you got it first!" There was a bit of banter between you and San because you told him that you didn't know him or that he wanted it, and it wasn't like the sticker was on hold. But seeing how red in the face San was, you felt bad. So you slung your backpack to the front and carefully peeled the sticker off before handing it to San. "Keep it, I still have more at home," you told him, which made him feel bad. With careful hands, San plastered the sticker on the strap of his backpack and looked up at you, "I'll give you a different sticker for this. Can we meet up at the school gate tomorrow?" His sweetness made you crack a grin, and you immediately nodded, offering to bring the whole pack in case there were more you could exchange.

Later that evening, both of you yapped about the nice kid with cute stickers to your respective moms, who immediately realized that their kid was about to have a new best friend and they couldn't be happier.

mingi

It was arts and crafts in second grade, and your class was making a family tree, which included everyone to cut out leaves and glue them on the printed bare tree along with pictures and decorations. The teacher had reminded the class to be careful to avoid making a mess, even nudging the fact that they were already in the second grade, so she had high expectations for everyone.

While the teacher was rounding, helping students with placing the leaves and pictures aesthetically, you were happily putting each leaf neatly while talking with your seatmate. It was when you turned to get the pictures from your bag that you noticed a kid by himself in the corner of the class, looking around confusedly with a piece of paper glued to his hand. You knew his name was Mingi, but you weren't really friends with him. You didn't even know who his friend was because usually he just kept to himself. He didn't look panicked, nor did he look like he wanted to cry, he was just looking around worriedly, not knowing what to do.

At first, you just wanted to let it be, thinking that the teacher might notice and help him soon, but five minutes passed and he still had a paper glued to his hand, and he was sadly looking at his tree on his desk. So you approached him and sat on the empty chair next to him, "Are you okay?" you asked, and he hesitated at first, but he raised his hand without saying anything. You pursed your lip, and you assured him that you would help him. Mingi winced slightly when you carefully started peeling the paper off his palm; his skin felt like it was stinging, but he didn't want to seem weak. "My cousin put gum in my hair once. My mom had to pull it off, and it hurt so bad I cried. I don't know how you're not crying right now, you're so strong," you assured as you were finally able to pull the paper off completely. "Thank you," Mingi meekly said, smiling, and it was honestly the first time you saw someone so adorably innocent that you just wanted to protect him.

So unlike before, you didn't even think twice to ask if it would be okay for you to bring your stuff over so you could help each other make the tree. Mingi excitedly nodded, and while you brought your things over, he started clearing the spot, and it surprised you to know how kind he was.

You two had a blast making the tree, and when Mingi had another accident that involved coloured pens and his face, you immediately plotted a way to sneak Mingi and yourself out of the classroom to wash his face. The joke that Mingi was a klutz and you were his mess fixer carried on especially when you two were adding and decorating more pictures in your friendship photo album.

wooyoung

One morning during kindergarten recess, you found yourself on the swings, a rare occasion since the swing was always crowded, so you took the chance to just enjoy it as long as you wanted.

Unfortunately, not even two minutes since you started swinging, Wooyoung came by and stood in front of you, just staring as you swung. You knew him because he was loud and had loads of friends, not to mention impulsive and very outspoken.

"I want the swing," he said when you didn't say anything to acknowledge his presence. You shook your head and continued swinging without a care, "I got here first," you simply stated, and your easiness made Wooyoung frown, "But I want the swings," he pushed. Still, you shook your head and continued swinging. Wooyoung glared at you once before walking away, and you thought that it was the end of it.

All of a sudden, you found yourself falling flat onto the ground. You looked behind to see Wooyoung innocently standing behind the swing. "I want the swing," he stated once again before he moved to take a seat.

Now, normally, any other girls would just cry and run away to tell the teachers, but you did not like how Wooyoung just took things forcefully like that. So you stood up on slightly wobbly feet and glared at Wooyoung, who smugly started pushing himself to start swinging. "That was not nice!" you exclaimed before you pushed Wooyoung off the swing backwards, making some kids stop playing to watch what you just did.

Wooyoung, now on the ground, stared at you with shocked eyes. "It hurts, didn't it?" you asked him pointedly, and for the first time ever, Wooyoung felt what other people had been feeling when he pushed his way into getting what he wanted. Literally or figuratively.

You actually started feeling bad when Wooyoung's eyes dropped to the ground as he nodded softly. So you reached over and offered him a hand to help pull him up. "I think we can switch around so I get 5 swings and you get 5, and we push each other?" you offered, and Wooyoung happily accepted, and you spent the rest of recess making plans on what to do when someone had things you wanted, and Wooyoung actually listened as he responded and even asked questions. From then on, he started coming to you to tell about how he didn't do the things you told him were bad.

While your method was highly unorthodox, the teachers noticed the effective method you implemented because Wooyoung started to hesitate before he pushed other kids or said mean things. Even after knowing what you did exactly, his mom simply laughed it off and even offered you a cookie for being such a good friend to Wooyoung.

jongho

For reasons beyond the understanding to your 9-year-old self, your parents decided to bring you over to the dinner party hosted by your parents' new friends. They were happy and ecstatic because you all had just moved, so you didn't want to ruin their fun. Not even after knowing that their friends' children were horrible children. The boys were rowdy, loud, and destructive, and the girls wouldn't let you play with them. Naturally, your attention shifted to the only other quiet kid in the room.

While the others were breaking whatever they could break and screaming, hitting each other with pillows, and throwing food around, you walked over to the corner where the boy sat with his book.

"Hi. Mind if I join you?" you asked sheepishly.

The boy initially seemed stunned that you were talking to him, but after the initial shock had subsided, he nodded and scooted slightly to let you sit on the carpeted floor. "I'm (y/n)," you introduced yourself, holding a hand out. "I'm Jongho," the boy answered, taking your hand to shake it. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, you two started talking about books and other things you liked, which was how you found out that the two of you shared a fondness for the same cartoon and had similar temperaments, and also, a low tolerance for disruptive children. Your parents and his were absolutely thrilled to find out that you two had bonded, especially his.

It became a pattern for you two to go to the dinner parties with different books to swap to the point that a quarter of your collection was no longer in your house. So thinking that it would be such a great thing for you both, your parents decided to extend your friendship beyond the dinner parties to private playdates, which was where you two fully explored the things you liked and bonded over them. From then on, you two became inseparable and also became each other's support system through new environments and uncomfortable situations.

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Beach Day

R. Cameron x reader

category: fluff

warnings: past drug use mention, teary rafe

summary: family day at the beach

a/n: sorry for it being so short, i’m lwk depressed so i’ve got no motivation lol love this man though

“baby, she’s gonna be cold and get sick…” rafe muttered annoyed from the sand, watching you and your baby sit together on the shallow water, only small waves hitting your feet.

“rafe, handsome, it’s not even cold out, she’s having the time of her life” you chuckle, watching the toddler splash water around.

the older cameron snickers, walking over to you, “should we re-apply sunscreen-”

“rafe, jesus christ! can you stop freaking out and have some fun with us? everything is fine, i promise.” you interrupt.

“right- right- sorry i just wanna make sure im doing everything right…”

“love, you’re the best dad ever, stop stressing so much, otherwise you’re gonna spend more time freaking out than with your daughter” you reason, gently, but making sure your message gets through.

he sighs, finally sitting down beside you, pulling his shirt off, “you’re right, sorry baby…”

“don’t apologize, you’re good” you smile, kissing his cheek.

he smiles, holding your cheek, pulling your face as to properly kiss him. in between pecks, your daughter giggles, poking her dad’s chest, trying to get his attention.

rafe grabs a hold of her, poking her belly too, making her laugh, throwing herself against the water.

as he laughs and shakes her playfully, the water continues to hit her body, eventually getting into her eyes. now, any other kid would’ve gotten slightly scared and their parents would clean their eyes and they’d go back to normal. not your daughter, her dramatic genes (she probably got from her father) made her hysterically scream and cry, throwing a tantrum.

rafe though, started freaking out. immediately pulling her up into his arms and running over to your bag where bottles of water were sitting.

when the stinging in her eyes stopped and she calmed down, rafe looked up from the sun chair he sat on, his lost puppy eyes and lip pouted.

“hey, it’s okay, honey. she’s alright, everyone’s got salt water in their eyes at least once” you tried comforting, but it was no use.

“but it was my fault, i let the stupid ocean hurt my baby girl- see i told you this wasn’t a good idea…” he rambled.

“rafe, handsome, it’s okay, accidents happen. all she’ll remember is how her daddy saved her, okay? you’re good.” you chuckled softly, rubbing his back as he gazed down at the baby snuggled in his arms. “it’s late and she was getting fussy anyway, the sun’s already setting, let’s go home, yeah?”

the older man nodded, wrapping a towel around the baby girl, holding her against his body, rocking her gently. you chuckled, grabbing the bags and car keys.

when you finally got home, rafe made sure to feed her properly and give her a nice shower before tucking her in, wanting to "compensate" for his earlier mistake.

after coming down the stairs, rafe sits beside you on the couch, your hand instinctively rubbing against his buzz cut.

he sighs, resting his head against your shoulder. “i’m scared of messing up…”

“messing what up?” you ask, leaning forward to look at him.

“this whole fatherhood thing… what if im not a good dad?”

“rafe, sweetie, you went through so much trouble with your dad, i’m sure you know what our daughter does and doesn’t need in a dad…” you attempt to comfort, kissing his forehead.

“still, what if i mess up? what if i neglect her enough to make her do drugs like me? what if—”

“rafe.” you interrupted, “don’t ever say something like that. you fell into that because of multiple reasons, we won’t let her, okay? you didn’t have your mom to turn to… so even if you accidentally neglect her — which i’ll make sure you don’t — i’ll be there for her. and look at you, even though you fell into that you’re here, doing well, with your own business, wife and kid. everything will be fine, alright? i’m right here with you…”

“thank you, sweetheart. i know that as long as you’re with me everything will be alright. thank you for always being here for me…”

“of course, i love you more than anything, rafe” you nod, cupping his cheeks.

his slightly glossy eyes close as his chin, tucked into a pout, trembles. you instantly hug him, kissing his head and rubbing his back repeatedly, whispering soft words to him.

“i love you more, gorgeous”

you chuckle softly, kissing him.

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Childhood Memories

Relationship(s): Bodhi Durran & Riorson!reader, Xaden Riorson & sibling!reader (mentioned)

Summary: Your cousin Bodhi and you reminisce about your early childhood days.

Written for @empyreanevents's Tyrrendor Week Day 1: Childhood.

AO3

"What's your earliest memory?"

You flop down across your cousin's legs, and think back to the years before everything had gone to hell, summers spent running through flower-dotted meadows and swimming in mountain lakes, winters when the snow on Aretia's streets had piled up as high as you had been tall.

You're not sure how the conversation you'd meant to have about what Bodhi wanted for his birthday had turned to this topic, but you're not complaining. It's nice to think about the good old days, when everything had been so much simpler than it is now. There's still plenty of time to figure out a birthday gift for Bodhi later.

While not as tricky as that question, this does take some serious thinking, too. Your earliest memory... Which one might that be?

There's that time you were walking somewhere with Xaden and Garrick one winter, and one of them had lifted you up to pick an icicle from a windowsill — you'd been very little then, but you're not sure it's actually the earliest you can remember. You must have been three, maybe even four. There has to be something from even longer ago than that.

Finally you settle on something, and say, "Hmm, I think that would be the time you and Xaden took me horseback riding when I was like two or three."

You have fragments of memories older than that, but those are no more than fleeting impressions, disconnected and evasive. That first time you rode a horse is the earliest thing you can remember with absolute clarity, though you know it wasn't the first time you sat on one. Your dad always used to let you and Xaden come to the stable with him to see him off when he had to leave on provincial business, and had sat you on his horse a few times on those occasions — but only while it stood still.

"Oh gods, I remember," Bodhi laughs. He himself must have been around six at the time. "Your mom was furious when we came back and she saw you and Xaden on that big-ass horse. She was sure you'd fall off and get hurt."

Turning your head, you glance up at him in surprise. "Wait, really? I don't remember that part, just how we went riding."

You remember the wind blowing through your hair, the horse's warm neck beneath your small hand when you'd petted it, how secure you'd felt atop its back despite being much too small to reach the stirrups. With your brother's arm across your front holding you close to him while he held the reins in the other hand, the possibility of falling hadn't even occurred to you.

"Oh yeah, she made a huge fuss. Practically ripped you out of Xaden's arms and looked you over for injuries. You kept squirming and trying to get back to Xaden — or maybe to the horse, I don't know." Bodhi chuckles, then continues, "Either way she wouldn't let go of you, and once she was sure you were okay she spent like half an hour scolding us. And after she finally let us go inside we got another lecture from Fen and my mom when they realized we took you riding without an adult there."

"Damn. I'm kind of glad I don't remember all that."

And not just because you hate scoldings — remembering your mother always leaves you with the bitter aftertaste of abandonment. Too many otherwise happy memories are tainted by her.

Bodhi shakes his head, oblivious to those thoughts. "It was only Xaden and me who got scolded, not you. I don't think you were even there for the second lecture."

"Probably for the better," you laugh. "Do you remember how upset I used to get any time someone was angry with you or Xaden?"

The slightest critique of either of them had been enough to set you off, and no one other than the boys in question had been able to calm you.

It wasn't until you were a teenager that you stopped throwing tantrums at the mere suggestion that your brother or cousin had done anything wrong, though even then, you never entirely outgrew whatever underlying instinct made you so sensitive to those things. It still takes conscious effort to rein in your temper any time someone implies that Xaden or Bodhi are less than perfect. You know they aren't perfect — they have flaws like any other person. That goes for Xaden especially, with his abandonment issues and secrets. Regardless, you can't help getting furiously defensive of them both when someone speaks negatively of them, be it justified or not.

With a grin, Bodhi nods and reaches down a hand to playfully tousle your hair. "The only one who was allowed to complain about us in your presence was yourself, or you would burst into tears."

"Don't act like you guys didn't take full advantage of that to get away with all kind of shit," you say, rolling over to lie on your stomach, head resting on his knee.

"Of course we did! What kind of kid wouldn't love having a little crybaby who lies to keep them from getting in trouble?"

"A well-behaved one?"

Bodhi almost chokes on his laughter. "That's big coming from you, considering you were the least well-behaved of us all."

"I'm not claiming to have ever been anything but a brat," you grin, "but you guys weren't angels, either."

"I didn't claim we were," he echoes your own words, nudging you with his foot. "Just that we weren't as feral as you."

You snap your teeth at him. Bodhi pushes you away with his palm on your forehead. Seconds later, you're wrestling on the floor like a pair of feral kittens, your laughter and yelps loud enough to scare off a bird that had been perching outside the window.

No, he might not be quite as wild as you, but he's willing enough to play along.

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gonna go ahead and yap about my stobotnik fankid au

General Info:

This is Serenity Robotnik(-Stone) (she/her) She's a tube baby created by Eggman to be an heir to his empire (and also just to prove that he CAN create her). She's a goat via a mishap with a latte during the DNA sampling.

Relationships:

She thinks her dad is super embarrassing because he can't catch the blue rat. Eggman tries to overcorrect by giving her everything she asks for, spoiling her rotten.

Serenity does. not. like. Stone. He tries to teach her stuff like "good manners" and that "she can't throw a tantrum whenever she doesn't get what she wants." He can't actually ground her or anything because she'll just threaten to tell Eggman that he's being mean to her.

She doesn't actually care about destroying Sonic and others herself, she just doesn't like how incompetent (in her eyes) Eggman is. She has definitely run away at some point and stayed over at one of their places just to piss Eggman off. Otherwise, they are just treated like anyone else (which is, call an army of badniks on them if they do anything to piss her off).

Other:

She has control gloves!! They are purple like her eyes and lens color.

She's left handed.

Her horns are turned toward each other like devil horns.

She was made around Sonic Unleashed as a side project and aged every [IRL] year until around TMOSTH

In universe reasoning for above is because they didn't want to raise an actual toddler for too long. IRL reasoning is that I wanted her to be around the other mobians' age.

Birthday is March 11th (cause that's when i first doodled her!!)

This is a gaslighting Sonic into thinking Agent Stone has always been there AU "what do you mean you don't know Agent Stone? We are literally married! We have a CHILD together!!!"

She's mainly based on Piper from Henry Danger

Feel free to ask anything about the AU!!

[clairewritesfanfics]

if there were enough supplies in the wasteland for the marks to survive until angstrom got back on his bullshit what do you think wouldve happened?

(I will be basing my answer on my headcanons about the Marks' personalities and mainly the TV show variants.)

First, I'm going to rank them from most to least reasonable: Omni-Mark, Viltrumite > Full Mask, Maskless > Shiesty, Target, Sinister > Prisoner.

Omni would try to lead the group, he has strong big brother/dad energy and from what we've seen in his fight with Main!Mark, he has great control over his powers, which implies discipline, which implies patience. I imagine he would be very willing to wait things out. He doesn't seem like someone who would go around murdering everyone else right off the bat, the risk-reward ratio would be too low because the others would surround him. The same thinking can be applied with Viltrumite. However, taking a leadership role means that he (just Omni here) has all the power and most of the trust. Backstabbing is not out of the question once the numbers dwindle.

Full Mask and Maskless would be antsy but also cooperative. (I still haven't fleshed them out in my head so I'm afraid that's all I can say.)

Target comes off as an impudent thing, very childish, but not to the same extent as Shiesty. I feel like his "I won't keep you as a slave in my empire" was more like a disappointed superior than a kid throwing a tantrum, so while he doesn't like the situation, he's going to cooperate.

Sinister is manipulative and while a little arrogant, he isn't stupid. He's going to play nice to ensure his survival.

Shiesty maybe immature, but he gives off spoiled baby brother vibes. He is the baby of the bunch (even if they're likely all the same age), and like all babies, he may cry and whine, but he is still going to obey his older "siblings."

Prisoner, my darling, my baby, he would be furious and upset. He went straight from one prison to another. He'll pick fights and fly around screaming, trying to find a way out. The others have to wait for him to calm down before they can start conversing properly.

edit: I forgot about Mohawk. Having a harem is harder than it looks. I need to make a checklist.

Omni-Mark, Viltrumite > Full Mask = Maskless = Mohawk > Shiesty, Target, Sinister > Prisoner

Mohawk isn't an idiot. He knows that banding together, even if temporarily, is smarter than fighting or leaving the group. He doesn't want to murder anyone for no reason, so when he works with the others, he isn't pretending, he's genuine in his efforts to stay alive. Hopefully, everyone would still be alive so they can kill Angstrom together.

inside the little theatre (random scenes that form in my head, you may ignore them if you want)

You/Me: I love them!

The judge holding my harem responsible for their actions: They murdered over a million people across the multiverse.

Us: *shakes head dramatically* If they died then that's a skill issue on their part! They're just NPCs!