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gallilovesf1 · 2 months

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P1 Into You: Goodnight

🏁 Character Introductory 🏁

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Pairings (applied to the whole fic): Sergio Pérez x FemHorner!Reader, Toto Wolff x FemHorner!Reader, Lewis Hamilton x FemHorner!Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of sexual topic, Dom/Sub dynamic, Soft Dom! Sergio, Dom! Toto, angst, cheating, fluff, mentions of death

Author's Note: I haven't seen someone write for Sergio so I'll just do it myself, this will be a long fic so bare with me! Enjoy!🏁🏎️

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You graduated as a mechanical engineer at Harvard University, honestly it's one of your greatest achievements in life. Before your mother passed you promised to her that you’ll be a mechanical engineer just like her and you did, years of studying hard, all those sleepless nights, it eventually pays off.

Of course as expected, your dad's not happy on what you've done, you did what he also wanted, worked as one of the engineers in Red bull, you expect him to compliment you for a little but he didn't, except he pressured you enough to cry every night, blaming yourself that why aren't you good enough for your dad to be proud at you, but the good thing is your brother, Jonathan. One of the drivers in red bull is supporting you, you and him always have the best bonds as siblings. He teaches you some stuff on formula one, telling you the basics, like the teams and its drivers, team principal. Besides that he also supports you as an artist, growing up you always love drawings, you always tell your parents how much you love doing tiny doodles and showing it to them, but as always the only person who cares about you is your mom and your brother.

“Y/N?” Your brother says as you snapped back into reality, “Earth to Y/N?” “What-?” “I said, Dad needs us in the paddock, are you coming?” “Yeah, give me a minute-” you said as you grabbed your phone as you and your brother went to the paddock.

You and your brother arrived in the paddock as your saw checo, your best friend and also one of the drivers of red bull alongside your brother.

You met checo at your brothers first win in sakhir grand prix 2020, Checo’s on podium 1 while your brother is in podium 3, you're so happy for your brother that day, checo and your brother celebrated their victory as a team, later that night the red bull team threw a party and you had a blast, you made some new friends, talk so some new faces, until checo approached you, “Y/n, Right?” He smiled shyly as he looked at you up and down, “Yes, that's right, You're Sergio, right? Congrats by the way, you did so well earlier!” You complimented him as he smiled at you, ‘god he's handsome’ you thought, “Ah- Thank you, that's- really thank you.” Checo's cheeks turned light pink, “Call me checo, everyone calls me that and I think you should too.” He smiled, “Checo” you said as you liked the way his name sounds, “Yeah-” he chuckled.

Since then you and checo got really close, he always treats you, going on a dinner date with him, watching a movie with him, having some fun time together, and lastly going in some art museums around the world whenever the team travels for the race.

He knows that you're a big fan of art, he knows that you always liked drawings as a kid up till now, he thinks that you deserve to be treated like what he's doing, making you feel worth it and not neglected.

“Y/N, Luz solar-” says checo as you heard his little nickname for you, “Checoooo!” You run towards him as you give him a tight hug as if you haven't seen each other in years, “How are you?” You said as you smiled up at him, “I'm doing good, Miel, how about you did you enjoy the city here in Mexico?” He smiled at you, “Yeah! I liked it here already, though I haven't explored the city yet since you know, dad always needed me here” you rolled your eyes as checo chuckled, “Luz solar, I'll tell you what, after the practice we can go and take a look at the city, we can eat and maybe find some museum to go in.” He smiled as I pats your shoulders, “Can I come?” Your brother says as he looks at checo then to you, “ye-” “No.” You said “¿Porque mi amor?” (Why, my love) Checo says as he looks at you confused, You chuckled, “Dummy of course you can go! You two are my supporters, I wouldn't be like this if you guys weren't here for me!” You smiled to both of them as checo and your brother chuckled, “Ah, sí, after the race ok? We'll talk about it later-" Checo winks at you as he leaves, leaving you and your brother.

“I swear he likes you-” your brother teased as he scoffed, “He's literally way much older than me, what do you mean?” You looked at him confused, “C’mon, you and checo have been friends for 4 years now and you think checo doesn't like you? He always treats you like you're his wife!” Your brother said as he chuckled, “He's always like that, I think he's just kind and sweet, he knows everything between me and dad, so maybe he's just making me feel appreciated in a way he can.” You said as you had flashbacks of your moments with checo.

It's true, Checo's been treating you as if you're his wife. Honestly, you find checo attractive and god he's so perfect, his eyes, his face, the way he looks at you whenever he talks and listens when you're talking. You liked him, but you just don't know how you will say it to him, you don't want your friendship with him to go to waste if your relationship with him didn't work out.

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The Free practice was done and you cheered your brother and checo as they got the pole position 1 and 2, Checo is in P1 while your brother is in P2, his highest position so far in this season.

“You did great!” You said as you hugged your brother, “Thank you sis! I'm excited for tomorrow-” your brother replied as he pulls away from the hug, You saw checo walking towards you while smiling, “Checoooo- you did great P1 is your highest so far! I'm proud of you-” you cheered as you hugged checo, “Thank you, Mi amor, Are we still going out though?” “Hell yes!” You said as you looked checo in the eyes, admiring his brown eyes, “Way to go checo!” Your brother said as they hugged each other, “You did well too.” Checo smiled as they both pulled away from each other, “C’mon let's get out of here I'm excited to explore the city!” You said as the three of you went to change clothes.

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The three of you arrived in a restaurant, not far away from the paddock, you entered first as you bumped into a tall man, you felt like you bumped into some hard wall, “I'm so-” you said as you looked up seeing The team principal of Mercedes, Toto Wolff.

“I'm sorry-” you said shyly as you looked up at him, ‘Fuck, he's tall.’ you thought, he leans down at you slightly, “It's ok, don't apologize.” He said, smirking down at you.

“Is that Toto?” Your brother says, asking Checo, “Yeah and that's Y/N talking to toto?” They both looked at each other confused. “Y/N-” checo called your name as you looked behind you seeing your brother and checo walking towards you, “I'm really sorry I didn't see you passing by-” you apologize again as you lowered your head in embarrassment, Toto said nothing as he looked down on you as he nodded and left.

“You ok?” Checo said as he looked at you slightly confused, “Yeah, I just didn't see him that's all-” you said smiling at him, “Toto? You didn't see him?” Your brother chuckled as he teased you, “I Don't know, I don't even know who he is, ok?” You said chuckling. “That's the team principal of Mercedes, one of our rival teams, dad hates that guy.” Your brother replied, “That's him?!” You said shocked, “Yeah, your father and Toto are not the best of friends.” Checo said as he looked at your brother and you, ‘Why would dad hate him, he looks kind though-’ you thought, “Hmm, I see, let's just forget it- we need to celebrate for what happened on the practice earlier!” You said as you smiled at Checo and your brother.

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The three of you sat down as Checo asked the waiter for the menu, the three of you took a while from choosing what to eat, “Since it's your hometown, why don't you tell us what's the best food to order?” You said looking at Checo while smiling, “Yeah!” Your brother agreed as checo grins “Ok- how about we choose this?” He said pointing at ‘Torta’ in the menu, “Torta? What's that?” You asked, “Well it's like a sandwich filled with a lot of vegetables and meat-” he said looking at you then your brother, “Well that's sounds delicious to me-” your brother said smiling as checo looks at you, “What about you Y/N?” “Hmm I want to try it!” You said as Checo smiled at your words.

Few minutes later all of your orders have arrived, checo ordered a torta with a diet coke on the side, your brother ordered the same, while you ordered a torta and a sparkling water, the three of you ate and exchange conversation, you liked the food that Sergio suggest to eat, “So, why did you bumped into Toto earlier?” Your brother asked, making checo nod, “Yeah, it's impossible for you not to see him, that guy is tall!” You chuckled, “Well yeah I didn't kinda see him because I was admiring the outside view of the restaurant, plus I'm really excited so I didn't bother to look In Front of me, the next thing I realized is that I felt like I bumped into a wall-” The three of you chuckled, “That's a weird and funny interaction of you and toto- is that the first time you saw him in person?” Checo asked, “Well…Yeah- given that dad only describes him with words and I only saw him in interviews and pictures, so I wasn't expecting he'll be that intimidating…” ‘and damn hot…’ you thought.

The three of you exchanged conversation as you remember that there's a museum close by the restaurant, “Checo, can we go to the museum across the street, please?” You begged as you gave Checo an irresistible eye, checo chuckled, “I don't know should we go, Johnathan?” Checo asked your brother as they teased you, “Hmm let me think about it checo-” Your brother teases you too, you looked at them unimpressed, “alright, ok, jeez-” your brother says as checo chuckled, checo paid the bill as the three of you head out, checo and your brother searched the museum that you might like, “Y/n, what about this?” says checo showing you a picture of ‘Museo de la Ciudad de Mexico’, “Wow- that looks so beautiful…” you said as checo looks at you saying “Yeah, Beautiful…”

You, Checo, and your brother arrived in the museum, you proceeded inside as Checo and your brother bought some tickets. Inside you saw a lot of beautiful carved stones with a lot of symbols in it, you took a picture to post it later on your Instagram, “Enjoying already, Y/N?” Checo asked seeing you taking a picture, “Yeah- these are beautiful-” You chuckled, as you saw your brother having his alone time at the other part of the museum, you and checo strolled along the museum, checo took some pictures of you, “We should take a picture!” You smiled as Checo seemed to be surprised, “Yeah, ok” you took out your phone as you took a photo of you and Checo, Checo's arms are on your shoulders as he looks at you, while you're looking at the camera smiling. You smiled at Checo, “Should we post that? I mean ya know?” As a mechanic of redbull and Checo a red bull driver, you don't want controversy or issues in the paddock, so whenever you and checo are going out or taking pictures you always ask him permission or he will ask you permission to post the pictures, “Of course- it'll be good for your Instagram eh?” He chuckled, “ok ok- I'll just tag you and Jonathan-”

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After thousands of pictures with Checo and your brother you decide to go home to get ready for qualifying tomorrow, “I'll see you guys tomorrow ok? And I know that both of you will do well tomorrow.” You hugged your brother and checo, “Thanks sis! Love ya!” Your brother said as he opened his hotel room door, waving to Checo and you.

Your brother lives in 4th floor of the hotel, while you and checo lives in 5th floor, he said he wanted to be close to you just Incase you need anything, you find it very thoughtful of him, I mean…he's always like that to you, sometimes you think why you and checo aren't together.

You and Checo entered the elevator, he pushed the number 5 button as you posted the pictures on your Instagram, tagging checo and your brother. Silence filled the elevator, Checo's the one who breaks the silence first, “So, how did it go? Did you enjoy it?” He looks at you with full admiration, your eyes lit up “Yes! I enjoyed it a lot- I wasn't expecting Mexico to be a beautiful place, so thank you Checo.” You smiled at Checo as the elevator door opened. You walks out first then checo, standing In Front of your door as checo took a picture of you, you chuckled, “What's that for?” “Nothing, you just look beautiful.” He smiled, “Hmm..” you opened your door as you turned to face checo, “Thank you for today checo, You're the best.” You said tip toeing and kissing checo on the cheeks, “Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow.” You saw Checo's face turned red, you went inside your room quickly, closing the door behind you, ‘Fuck, why did I do that-’ you thought as you sat on the floor.

Checo's still standing outside your door, still shocked by what you just did, “Goodnight too…” he mumbled, smiling as he left going to the other door beside your room, opening it as he caressed his face where your lips once were.

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Omg I hope you like it! This part of the fic is All about checo and Y/N, and of course the meet of Y/N and toto!!

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f1-disaster-bi · 1 month

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I loved your drabble of soldier lando!would love to read Lando as a soldier and caring Max who gets worried!

Thank you! It wasn't one I was expecting to write but I got inspired by Band of Brothers to write it!

I can't really think of much right now but here "Do you know when the next supply drop is?" Max looked up from where he was cleaning his gun as Daniel stood over him. The company medic looked stressed, and exhausted but that was they way they all looked these days except for all the new rich kid high ranked officers that they kept sending who had never seen a day of war. "No word yet, why?", Max sighed as he dropped what he was doing to tuck his gun away. "It's....Lando", Daniel sighed before he ran a hand over his face and looked at Max, "Pretty sure he has some type of chest infection, trying to find some penicillin to give him or he needs to be taken off the line. You know he won't budge" Max sighed because he knew this would happen. He knew that the other was working himself to the bone. He'd tried to talk to Lewis about it, but they were short men and Lando was one of the original members of the company. There was no one they trusted more than him right now to keep the men in line and keep spirits high, but he'd been running himself into the ground. He'd been taking every patrol, been apart of every discussion, fought to be on the night watch, and Max knew Lando wasn't sleeping still. How could he after what had seen? Charles had been struggling too but Pierre had been making sure the other was okay. "Go to Hamilton. He'll be able to sort something", Max advised because it was true. If anyone could get them a supply drop it would be Lewis, "I'll go check on Norris. Where is he?" "I left him downstairs by the fire. He' not happy about it", Daniel laughed softly but nodded at Max's suggested and left to find Lewis. Max followed him down the stairs, parting ways at the bottom to find Lando looking miserable and pale on a couch by the fire. He was wrapped in blankets yet he was still shivering, and the cough he gave made Max's chest hurt in sympathy. "Here to say I told you so", Lando mumbled when he came close enough to knock their boots together. Something him and Max had been doing since basic. "No, here to make sure you stay put until we can find some meds", Max shrugged, sitting down next to Lando, shoulders pressed together, "Someone has to make sure you follow orders this time" Lando rolled his eyes but it was cut short as he started coughing again. Max rubbed at his back as he doubled over, tapping slightly because it was all he could do. There was no way to help right now other than this unless he pulled Lando from the company and arranged transport back to a medical point. "I don't need a babysitter", Lando wheezed as he shook. "Yes, you do"

#wwII au #wwII soldier lando au #lando #max #possible #norstappen

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carpehistoryandthepens · 9 months

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Legacy (what is a legacy?) Part 6

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me

Hamilton, the world was wide enough. LMM.

one, two, three, four, Five

Summary: Mike is 13. Born May 2009. Sid didn’t know he had a son. All Mike had was hope and a prayer for his and his half-sister’s safety.

(Sid is a dad of a teen he didn’t know about AU) Sidgeno.

Warnings: (for the total story) post-child abuse (all off-screen but it affects things and is spoken about often), learning how to parent, panic attacks, anxiety, based on last season, OCs?, realization about sexuality. Post breakups. Desperate lack of in-depth research for CPS in both PA/CA, melodrama?, kidfic, angst, slowburn, playing fast and loose with the law for drama/storytelling purposes.

It takes a while, but Marisol chooses food for her and her brother. Sid makes sure that food is in normal hockey player portions. Mike makes sure that whatever wasn’t eaten was saved in reusable containers he had tucked into his gear bag.

Sid had stared at the containers. They were clean, but clearly well-used. Sid… had never known the food insecurity that the two kids apparently knew. With how both of them fell onto the food the moment Anthony brought the plates into the room, he said precisely how much they had been without steady food.

Sid stared at them as they ate. It was rude, but Sid didn’t honestly care. Sid… had a son.

Sid had a son.

Michael was Sid’s son.

There was no clear way to explain how Sid knew he had a son. Except for this kid, Michael was so clearly Sid’s. He was telling the truth here. And Sid was a father.

Oh, Jesus fucking christ.

Sid was a father.

And his son was fucking abused for the last six months.

Sid took a sudden but deep breath, causing Geno and Tanger to look at him sharply. Both of them gave a weary, tired look that Sid could ready from across the ice. He was not to freak out. The other parents' reminder that he now had different priorities, including not freaking out some kids – who Sid may or may not be related to – kept Sid from letting that deep breath.

Sid… would freak about this later. He had a few choices to make.

Ok then.

“What next, Helena?” Sid asked the care worker after carefully breathing out and controlling his reactions.

Helena sighed, looking at Micheal. “We need official proof if he’s yours or not. So, a DNA test will be best. The sooner, the better.”

That got both Jen’s and Anthony’s attention.

“Can UMPC do DNA tests?” Jen asked Anthony immediately. She started typing into her phone. “And if so, how fast?”

Sid smiled inwardly. Jen was their PR person from the heart. She had grown up with them, and Sid trusted her. Even though she was much higher in the organization now, she was still Sid’s go-to for all his PR needs.

Anthony considered, tilting his head to the side and reaching for his phone. “Normally, no. But I think we can swing it. Give me a moment to make a phone call.” He stepped out of the room, phone in hand. Sid could hear him talk to their main doctor at UPMC.

“A DNA test?” Michael asked, mouth full of the last food Marisol had ordered. In the corner, Sid heard Tanger hide a snort with a cough. Michael looked just like Sid did when he was at a team meal.

“We have to know, for sure. if you… if you are my son, you know?” Sid said slowly. That way, he could have all the legal resources. Sid was positive that Michael was his. The longer they spent in each other’s company, the more obvious it was. But… gut feelings weren’t admissible in court.

God, Sid was a fucking father.

Michael hummed in understanding. He went back to eating, but he was observing Sid.

Sid did his best to look back just as carefully. They were sizing each other up. Sid had no idea what to feel beyond shocked right now, but he hoped that whatever Michael was looking for, he saw it in Sid.

Helena observed them both; Sid did his best to ignore her, choosing to watch the room instead.

Jen was typing something into her phone rapidly – Sid suspected it was Sully, as the lunch break was about to finish, and the three players were soon due into the video room. Geno and Tanger entertained Marisol with some commentary about the food that made her giggle. Charlie was eating and making sure Marisol was eating more.

Sid was kind of taken with how sweet it sounded. A child’s laughter.

His... Well, not his daughter, but his son’s sister. Oh, God.

“UPMC can do it. But we won’t get the results for weeks, though. There is no way to get it faster.” Anthony said when he returned to the room a few minutes later. “We’re sending someone over now to get the tests.”

Sid and Jen pulled faces. It wasn’t ideal, but it would clearly have to do, Sid concluded to himself.

Helena, on the other hand, was nonplussed. “A few weeks? Normally, it takes months to get DNA tests.”

Anthony shrugged, “We work closely with UPMC.”

“Well then.” She said slowly, taking the timeframe in. “We can have a placement ready in a few hours for now.” She reached for her phone. “So after the tests, they will have a place to go.”

Sid felt everything in him freeze at that. “A placement?”

Michael went stiff. He slowly put the food in his hands down to the plate. All of his attention was focused on Helena. Sid was glad Marisol was distracted by Tanger and Charlie.

“Yes,” Helena said. “A placement. They will need a place to stay for the time being.”

“We’re not staying with….?” Michael trailed off, looking between Sid and Helena. He looked so young. Sid thought the rookies and prospects always looked young now, but Michael was a child and should not be so scared or uncertain.

Sid felt there was no way in hell that he would let the kids be given to a foster family. Not when he could do something about it. “They can stay with me!” Sid said, jumping to his feet.

Most of the room, including Tanger but not Geno, stared at him in surprise, but this was something that Sid was sure of. He was going to take care of his kids.

Or maybe. His kid? Or not at all.

Either way. Sid could do something about their situation, and damnit. He was going to do it. He might be under-prepared, but damnit. He was not letting them go!

Geno was the only one who looked approving. Geno had Sid’s back at all times.

“I’m not sure, Mr. Crosby, that would be a good idea,” Helena said frankly. She stared him down; she was about four inches shorter than Sid was, even in her practical heels. But she glared at him better than most players could do across the face-off dot. “If you aren’t the father, it would complicate things.”

“I don’t care,” Sid said. “Even if I’m not his father, I would still want to help.”

Helena sighed, frustrated. She really was trying to put the kids first, and Sid appreciated that, but he had the money, the space, and the ability to do something about their situation.

Sid might be jumping into this, but damnit. Michael was definitely his kid. Sid had no real idea why he knew that, but he knew.

“Do I get a say?” Michael asked, raising his hand to get their attention. He had polished off two burritos and had a half-eaten burrito still in his hand.

“You do,” Helena said immediately - which Sid approved of - before following it up with: “But you must know that sometimes, we can’t follow what you want to happen.” Sid did not like the sound of that.

“I know.” Michael looked at the floor and spoke to his shoes, sounding defeated and tired. He put the food down on the plate. “Then… I don’t want to go to a placement. I don’t want Marisol to go to a placement.”

“Look. I do not doubt you, Michael,” Helena said, making Michael look up from the floor with such concentration that it reminded Sid of his own expression while practicing a skill he didn’t have down. “But if you’re wrong, or your mother was wrong, it would make it harder for you emotionally to move on. If you’re not with a placement. I’m just trying to look out for you.”

Jen reached into her pocket for her phone. After a moment, she flipped the phone around to Helena. Sid could get a glance of the image: it was one from when Sid was young; he was holding Taylor, and she might have been about three or four.

They just looked like Mike holding Marisol, only their coloring was different. Mike really did just look like Sid. Marisol didn’t have a passing resemblance to Taylor, but the position was too similar to one that the siblings were in to miss the similarity.

Helena looked at the photo long and hard, eyes going back and forth between Sid, Michael, and the image a few times before she nodded.

“Ok. I see why you are so insistent, Mr. Crosby,” she said after a moment. “Both of the photos I’ve seen, you look very alike. But I need to know a few things before I can even start the placement. And then, you’re not the final decision.”

Sid had a feeling the questions she was about to ask. But the rapid-fire inquiries about his home, the space he lived in, his daily schedule, what he ate, and if he had cared for any children before were still a surprise. Helena was through.

Sid did his best to answer as truthfully as he could. Making notes mentally, he would have to get a nanny, and one of the bedrooms would have to be adapted to a smaller person. Marisol and Michael didn’t seem like they wanted to spend a lot of time apart from each other, but while none of his guest bedrooms were set up like that, it would take only a few moments to fix that.

Sid had money. And he didn’t mind spending it on this. Helena wasn’t entirely happy with Sid’s answers but wasn’t saying no.

After a lot of questions about his home and life, Helena pulled a face at how many times Sid would be gone overnight. Sid had a knot form in his stomach. Sid would be heartbroken if the basic answers about his life were enough to disqualify him.

He didn’t know what it meant when the one wish he had in his life that he couldn’t get through hard work and determination was handed to him, but Sid would be distraught if he couldn’t help Michael.

She fell silent, staring at him intently. Then, after a moment, when Sid was pretty sure that Helena was about thirty seconds from tearing into him for being under-prepared.

Sid opened his mouth to continue to talk – about what Sid didn’t know – but, instead, Helena cut him off, turning to Michael, “Michael. Are you ok with this? If he isn’t your father, are you ok going with him now?” She asked.

There was an instant when Michael didn’t respond, and Sid’s entire being told him what he wanted Michael to say. He wanted a yes. Sid wanted Michael to say yes so badly. Even more than he wanted to skate, it felt like.

But at the same time, it was Michael’s choice.

It was always going to be his choice.

“... Yes. I want us to go with Sid.” Michael said.

The relief that swapped Sid was short-lived, sadly. Michael didn’t sound enthusiastic at all. He sounded scared. Sid stopped himself from asking if Michael was sure.

This was an overwhelming situation, Sid reminded himself. The kid was tired. Safe for the first time in months, it sounded like he was still worried about everything. Michael wouldn’t be the typical giddy hockey teen with whom Sid interacted regularly.

Helena nodded, “Ok then, I will get that set up Mr. Hernandez…,” she said formally, “Do you have any of your paperwork? Things like birth certificates or medical records?”

Michael pointed at the hockey bag in the corner of the room. Sid didn’t think it was filled with gear, even though it was full, “I have all my paperwork. I have most of Marisol’s. Birth certificates, and our socials. My passport. Whatever Papi had of our medical records.”

“Can I have copies of them?” Helena asked.

Michael eyed her suspiciously. “Just copies, right? They are the only paperwork we have. And I don’t want you to talk to my aunt.”

Helena grimaced. “I don’t think we can avoid talking to your aunt if you want to stay away permanently. But we’ll review the information for the investigation soon if that is all right with you?”

Michael blinked, “Investigation?”

Sid echoed Michael’s question. “What investigation?”

Helena sighed, sounding exasperated for the first time in the conversation. “Yes, an investigation. We at CPS can’t just move kids around without the law being involved. So we don’t have to have a conversation now,” she reassured a suddenly worried Michael, “But we do need to talk very soon.”

“Will that allow me… or someone to keep the kids together?” Sid asked. He went over the next day in his head; he had some time in the afternoon, especially if he moved the meeting with Sully to before practice. Sid felt that Helena’s ‘very soon’ meant ‘right now, but there are upset children here.’

“Well, hopefully,” Helena said clearly, not trying to promise things. “I’m not going to promise any results. But an investigation must happen.”

“Don’t send us back,” Michael said, a note of sudden panic in his voice. He looked between Sid and Helena desperately. “We’ll run away again if we’re sent back.”

Helena met his eyes evenly. “I can’t make promises about the results of the investigation. But I can promise we will do one and make your and your sister’s safety the number one priority.”

Michael stared at her for a long moment before accepting her words with a nod, apparently past words.

“Mr. Crosby.” Helena addressed Sid, “You will need a lawyer if Michael is yours. To keep him and his sister. A very good one.”

Sid was suddenly very grateful he already had a call with Brisson happening this afternoon. First, to make sure of things. Because he was confident that his agent would have words with him about this.

But his agent would also know someone or at least know of someone who could help them.

Michael looked at Sid, and Sid stared back. Both of them sizing each other up.

Sid realized he had never actually Sid he wanted Michael to stay.

“I get a good lawyer, then,” Sid said.

Michael’s face melted into relief. He smiled. It was small, but it was real. It was the first time Sid had seen Michael smile.

#'sid has a teen he didn't know about' au #sidgeno #8771 #i write?#this will take a while to write #working title: Legacy (what is a legacy?)

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mockingbirdshymn · 1 year

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way too many camp camp headcanons? why not

part two: preston (my favorite boy)

preston's parents died when he was a baby (car crash or something), so he has no memory of them and no real attachment. he likes hearing gram gram's stories of them, but to him, gram gram is all he really needs. he doesn't wish for what he never had.

speaking of gram gram, preston is a grandma's boy. he doesn't get embarrassed when she shows affection towards him and he returns it with the same intensity.

preston and his grandmother live in an apartment, so it's quite small. that doesn't stop preston from decorating the hell out of his room.

preston performs plays for his grandmother in the living room. she's very proud of him, even though she doesn't understand much of it.

preston's grandmother wrote poetry when she was younger, which preston found and inspired him to get into dramatics.

gram gram will sometimes get sad over the death of preston's parents. when she does, preston will try his best to make her feel better.

preston picked up on a few of his grandmother's skills, two of which being cooking/baking and knitting.

preston initially had very bad stage fright, but overcame it as the years went by and he performed more in his school's drama club.

preston has an entire bookshelf in his room dedicated to ideas and plays he's written, as well as the scripts for various famous plays he enjoys. he's fascinated with sequels and the expanding of stories already completed, which is why he makes so many. two of them being ones we already know, romeo and juliet II: love resurrected, and forrest gump 2: too much shrimp. a few others he's workshopped for now are heathers 2: college and hamilton: next generation.

preston has an alarm clock which blares meant to be yours.

preston has a complicated routine in the morning to make sure he looks his best. he probably takes the longest out of all the campers to get to the mess hall for breakfast.

preston takes great care when deciding which camper gets what role, and tries to match up roles with skill set.

after eggs benefits, preston tries his best to not get on nurf's bad side. still, he's a victim of nurf's bullying a lot more often than the other campers.

as a kid, preston was the type to make entire powerpoint presentations to convince his grandmother of something. it worked sometimes.

preston also definitely wanted a pet at some point, but his and gram gram's apartment doesn't allow pets.

gram gram still has drawings made by preston when he was like five or six hung up on the fridge. she hasn't dared take them down, and preston appreciates it.

gram gram has hearing aids, but forgot them during parent's day, as she also doesn't have a good memory. preston usually helps her remember things when she can't.

preston autism. preston autism. preston auti

preston can recite every single line in hamilton at this point, because he'd watch it daily when he was a bit younger.

preston has regular dreams of winning trophies for his plays and becoming successful. his nightmares usually consist of him failing or being publically shamed in some way.

preston is very affectionate. he has all five love languages for giving and receiving. he is not ashamed to show affection to people in public.

when preston sleeps over at nerris' house with harrison, he usually helps nerris' parents cook meals. they enjoy having him help around, and preston enjoys helping out.

preston tends to be the mediator when nerris and harrison banter, and usually stops the arguments before they get too heated.

preston was considered weird and annoying at school, but he never minded, and wasn't really bullied for it.

pansexual preston because 1 alliteration 2 he is not straight

preston's favorite color is purple, and after camp it's the color he usually wears (though after camp, yellow became one of the colors he started to like, and sometimes wears outfits similar to the one he did during camp). he also has green and white striped scarves that he wears, because you cannot tell me he wouldnt.

preston inherited poor eyesight from his gram gram, so they both wear contacts.

preston can speak a bit of french. he gave up after a few months of duolingo, but he knows the basics.

preston's gone to broadway during visits to his aunt who lives in new york. the first time he went, it was when he truly fell in love with the theatre.

one of preston's most prized posessions is an autograph from miguel cervantes, actor of hamilton.

when harrison and/or nerris sleep over at preston's place, gram gram always makes them cookies or brownies and makes them feel as welcome as possible. nerris and harrison adore her, especially harrison. the performance trio will sit in the living room and listen to gram gram talk about stories from when she was a little girl while they do their own thing.

preston has about six books he's working on writing at the same time, because he can't focus on just one. he's probably never going to finish most of them.

preston reads fanfiction. you cannot look me in the eyes and tell me he doesnt read fanfiction.

preston is allergic to bees. he freaks out in the most dramatic way possible when a bee is in a mile radius of him. (same, preston)

preston carries a mini notebook around with him so he can write down ideas when he gets them in public.

preston's pens are all those feather pens that look like quills but they are just normal pens.

preston talks and argues with himself a lot of the time. he also enjoys narrating what he's doing like he's on some sort of reality tv show.

preston had a youtube channel as a kid called 'XXGOODPLAYXX' where he recorded himself doing one-man plays. he deleted the channel and all of the videos when he was 12 and remembered they were out there.

trans ftm preston. supporitve gram gram.

preston gives random gifts to nerris and harrison whenever he feels like it. (can be platonic but intended to be romantic)

preston always goes all in when LARPing with nerris. its similar enough to acting, so he gets as in character as he can. his character is Preston the Brave, a bard who teamed up with Nerris the Cute and Harrison the Magical to save the day.

preston takes inspiration from events happening around him for his plays, though he often exaggerates them or lets his mind wander to the point where the actual event is nothing like the idea he's using.

preston planned an entire surprise birthday party for harrison, with the help of nerris and their parents, after learning harrison hadn't had a birthday party in a few years.

preston loves disney movies. he'll often watch them before going to bed. he always cries over Up.

preston would always lie to get out of doing PE, because he is the least athletic person in the world.

preston takes note of things people he care about say in passing and keep them in mind for gifts. nerris once mentioned that they enjoy baking, and for their birthday preston got her a baking book and some DND related cookie cutters.

prestons two favorite holidays are halloween and valentines day. he never dresses up as something scary for halloween, though.

as a kid, preston promised his grandmother that he'd become famous and rich and get her everything she'd ever want, and live with her forever in a big mansion. even now, preston still holds that promise in the back of his mind and hopes to live up to that promise

thats all for preston who btw is better than everyone else

#camp camp #cc preston #preston goodplay #cc nerris #cc harrison #nerriston #presner #????#harriston #nerrison #can be interpreted as platonic #not intended to be though #headcanons #there are so many

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fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty · 11 months

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I wanna read one of your president fics but I have like .5% knowledge about the US presidents so could you give me a rundown on the presidents in one of the fics I should read-? Also why do you know so much. Are you planning on becoming a history major-

okay so like ngjfgkbh its below but read tags for all issues mentioned:

the chatfic is basically all of them so i cant run down ALL of them, but basically fuck LBJ, fuck reagan, fuck jefferson, fuck FDR, fuck like... a hella ton of those mfs. stan bobby kennedy and jack kennedy. for the linken fic, JFK was obviously the the 35th president. He was involved in the Space Race between the USA and the Soviet Union for like, basically who can get in space faster. His Presidency carried most of the Cold War and he actually started to draw back soldiers from Vietnam and TRIED to repair this stupid ass government, but LBJ said 'fuck that' and put the soldiers back. His soldiers were... uh... well... cant explain but illegally horrible.

Lincoln, 16th President, Civil War. Was Republican which I know sounds hella unusual but back then, parties were basically switched. Hell, Jackson, one of the worst who did the Trail of Tears which took Native Americans' land and forced them off of it, created the Democratic Party. His Presidency was mostly on the Civil War but of course the Emancipation Proclamation came through. The War was originally states rights but became slavery real quick. States--mostly the South, which made up the Confederacy--receded from the start and boom it started. Once it was over they began to come back. Bro got shot ofc as you know. Was hella sad and depressed and had mommy issues + abandonment issues + was probably bisexual.

JFK probably was too, and there's a BUNCH of weird coincidences between them, so that's why LinKen exists. One of the best nicknames i've seen for them is Headshot Homos. He had chronic illness + his back was always in pain and he had to take a shit ton of pills for it. He may've been SA'd as a kid too, which leads into the hypersexual activity, and that leads to the cheating.

SO TL;DR: you dont need to know just about anything to read the fics. I barely go for historical accuracy. For the notes, it's usually at the end where I add in any fun history facts, most of which are on TR because... well. They are. The chatfic and some references may not make sense if you don't know some stuff, but the comments--the 100+ there are, or 200+ i dont remember--have a bunch of facts in them by some super cool ass readers/friends. There's two other chatfics made inspired by mine, and the one by JFKMyBeloved has a bunch of facts in I believe both chapters notes. The other is hella accurate probably too.

Overall you can go in and see them as original characters and you're good. I'll explore the trauma as I have in chapter 11 throughout. And as I said any TR shit WILL be explained because I can't stop including that mf in EVERYTHING 💀💀

and tbh it just started as a hamilton phase, became more, and soon i was reading a fuck ton of books. i guess my brain decided TR would be my ONE president that I care the most about. 2000+ pages have been put into learning about this mf and HOURS of documentaries and reading his letters to his kids (it's in a book, A Bully Father, 10/10 with some spelling mistakes though). So I can barely tell you about the others but I WILL tell you abt TR ahsjdkfghnm

so yeah kind of i guess. if political science doesnt work, it's history, and then english. that's my Plan A, B, and C in order.

#TW SA mention #TW Mommy issues #WHY IS TW MOMMY KINK A TAG #tw abandonment issues #but BRIEFLY mentioned like once #tw trail of tears mention #because that shit was so FUCKED UP #fuck andrew jackson

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Ok Class is Back In Session Cause I’m Drinking Boba Tea and Watching Liberty’s Kids

Bostonians

I just chocked on my boba

What if James and Sarahs first time boning was in a coach while the soldiers were asleep?

“You’ll see them after we’re married.” She tells him to make him anticipate the wedding day even more

BEN CAN WIGGLE HIS FUCKING EAR?

JoHn QuInCy

Henri burned his finger lmfao

Cute little family reunion that Sarah watched from a window

“What do you know about French?” BECAUSE HE IS FRENCH DUMBASS

Henris found his match with John Quincy.

So James is cool just traveling the colonies by himself for newspaper articles.

Yeah Abby is disappointed with John

James is just casually riding with men burning wheat fields

Make Henri and John Quincy look more like teenagers, it will instantly become the hottest ship of the fandom

Wow, Abigail is giving off Eliza Hamilton. Take a fucking break John.

Oh fuck they burned that village tf

Attacking an indigenous village over some misinformation is so fucked up

Alright were catching toads now

“You see with a white mans eyes” BURN

“I will fill your belly with a tale if the English”

This could have been a moment where Abigail started praising Sarah for being so brave all her life despite everything she had been through.

Wait Indigenous people went to Europe?

How in the FUCK did they tie a fucking FLY to a twig!

“I dub thee King George” RIBBIT 🐸

Well at least John asks his wife for her opinion

And she lets Henri read her letter

And then John said bye fam it was lit

Benedict Arnold

*internal screaming*

The villain of Sarahs story

SPIES

That reminds me, I just started watching Turn and I love it so far. I still haven’t gotten to any Benedict or Peggy scenes yet.

Peggys wig

“How many rats is in that nasty weave of yours”

Ah so they’re splitting up

James is fascinated af with spies probably thanks the Nathan

Omg I’ll totally have breakfast with you George

Benedict Arnold could definitely be a Disney villain.

Gaston combined with Frollo

God damn it Arnold.

Oops, bye Andre

The moment James realizes Arnold switched sides, he realized he would need to protect Sarah from him.

“I never argue with my wife” I think you do

“Why did General Arnold just ride off now?”

That gasp

Imagine the shot where you see Sarahs reaction to Arnolds betrayal and you can see angry tears

And then she goes on to write one of the most passionate articles in American history where she compares Arnold to Judas.

“He seemed so thrilled when I told him I had become a patriot. I wonder if he had already become a traitor.”

“You did it for liberty. Arnold did it for money and ambition and he didn’t care who would suffer or die for it.”

Dear I am a pest ok that was funny

#sarah phillips #libertys kids #liberty's kids #james hiller #henri lefebvre #john adams #abigail adams #john quincy adams #benedict arnold #peggy shippen

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How to Choose Family-Friendly Restaurants for Picky Eaters

Dining out with picky eaters can be a challenging experience for families. The struggle to find a restaurant that caters to the needs and preferences of everyone in the family can often dampen the joy of eating out.

However, with a bit of research and careful consideration, it is possible to find family friendly restaurants that provide delicious food and create a welcoming environment for picky eaters.

In this blog post, we will discuss the steps you can take to choose the perfect family-friendly restaurant for your picky eaters, ensuring that dining out becomes a delightful experience for the whole family.

Researching Family Friendly Restaurants:

A. Utilise online resources:

When searching for family-friendly restaurants, the internet can be your best friend. Start by searching for the best family restaurant Hamilton in your local area. This will provide you with a list of options to explore further. Additionally, make use of review websites and apps to read reviews and recommendations from other families who have visited these establishments. Their experiences can give you valuable insights into the restaurant's suitability for picky eaters.

B. Ask friends and locals for recommendations:

Word of mouth is a powerful tool for finding hidden gems in your local area. Reach out to friends, neighbours, or colleagues with children and ask for their recommendations. They might have already discovered family-friendly restaurants that cater to picky eaters. You can also join local parenting groups or online communities where people share their experiences and suggestions. This way, you can gather diverse recommendations and make an informed decision.

Assessing Menus and Food Options in Nice Family Restaurant:

A. Look for diverse menu options:

One crucial factor to consider when choosing a family restaurant Hamilton is the variety of menu options available. Look for restaurants offering a wide range of cuisines to cater to different tastes. This ensures that even the pickiest eaters in your family will find something they enjoy. Additionally, ensure the restaurant has options suitable for adults and children, ensuring a balanced dining experience for everyone.

B. Consider dietary restrictions:

If you or your child have specific dietary restrictions, confirming whether the restaurant can accommodate those needs is essential. Look for symbols or labels indicating vegetarian, vegan, gluten-free, or other dietary options. Restaurants that are mindful of dietary restrictions are more likely to have a flexible and accommodating approach towards picky eaters. If your child has specific food allergies or sensitivities, inquire about the restaurant's ability to cater to those needs to prevent potential issues during your visit.

Examining Ambience and Amenities:

A. Evaluate kid-friendly features:

When dining out with picky eaters, it is crucial to consider the ambience and amenities offered by the restaurant. Look for establishments with dedicated play areas, activity corners, or child-specific menus designed to engage young diners. These features can make the dining experience enjoyable for kids and help distract them from any food-related apprehensions. Additionally, check if the restaurant provides high chairs, booster seats, and changing facilities, ensuring your young ones are comfortable throughout the meal.

B. Consider noise levels and seating arrangements:

Some children are more sensitive to noise than others. If your child is easily overwhelmed by loud noises, opting for the best family restaurants Invercargill with quieter sections or outdoor seating areas is a good idea. This will create a more peaceful and enjoyable environment for your family. Furthermore, ensure the restaurant has enough space to comfortably accommodate your family. A cramped dining space can make the experience less enjoyable and may lead to unnecessary stress for picky eaters.

Prioritising Service and Staff:

A. Observe customer service reviews:

Customer service plays a significant role in creating a positive dining experience for families with picky eaters. Before finalising a restaurant, take the time to read feedback regarding the staff's friendliness and willingness to accommodate families with picky eaters. Look for mentions of the team going above and beyond to make dining experiences enjoyable for children. Positive reviews in this aspect indicate that the restaurant values families and understands their unique challenges.

B. Call ahead to inquire about special requests:

To ensure a smooth dining experience for your picky eaters, it may be helpful to contact the restaurant beforehand. Discuss any specific needs or requirements you have, such as customised meals or seating arrangements. Assess how receptive the staff is to your inquiries and requests. A restaurant willing to work with you to create a pleasant experience for your family is likely an excellent choice for picky eaters.

Conclusion:

Choosing family restaurant Hamilton for picky eaters may require extra effort, but the rewards are well worth it. By utilising online resources, assessing menus and food options, examining ambience and amenities, and prioritising service and staff, you can confidently choose restaurants that cater to the needs of your picky eaters. Remember, dining out should be an enjoyable experience for the whole family, and with these guidelines, you can ensure that even the fussiest eaters in your family have a great time. Bon appétit!

#restaurant hamilton nz #family restaurants invercargill #family restaurant hamilton

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any good hamdad anecdotes? i've heard of a few and they're always really cute

Absolutely. I'll spare you the sad ones.

The time Hamilton chose crabs over Angelica's pie and teasingly reassured her it wasn't because they moved it (Hamilton was prone to forgetfulness, it's likely Angelica taunted him about this);

Give my love to Angelica & assure [her] that I did not leave her pye out of resentment for her having changed its original destination; but because it was impossible to take it with us without abandonning a basket of Crabs which was sent to my care for Mrs. Rensselaer. It has always been my creed that a lady’s pleasure is of more importance than a Gentleman’s, so the pye gave way to the Crabs. It was a nice question, but after mature reflection I decided in favour of the latter. Perhaps as a Creole I had some sympathy with them.

(source — Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Hamilton, [1801])

Three days before the duel, Hamilton laid out under a tree with all his kids until it got dark;

The next day, Sunday, before the heat of the day, [Alexander Hamilton] walked with his wife over all the pleasant scenes of his retreat. On his return to the house, his family being assembled, he read the morning service of the Episcopal church. The intervening hours till evening were spent in kind companionship; and at the close of the day, gathering around him his children under a near tree, he laid with them upon the grass until the stars shone down from the heavens.

(source — Life of Alexander Hamilton, by John Church Hamilton)

While preparing for the Grange, camping out in the yard reminded Hamilton of his war days and he told the kids about war stories;

[D]uring the erection of [Hamilton’s] rural dwelling, he caused a tent to be pitched, and camp-stools to be placed under the shading trees. He measured distances, as though measuring the frontage of a camp; and then, as he walked along, his step seemed to fall naturally into the cadenced pace of a practiced drill. It was his delight in his hours of relaxation to return to scenes and incidents of his early life, when fighting for this country, and praying for its protection.

(source — Life of Alexander Hamilton, by John Church Hamilton)

Hamilton often slept besides his kids, and found amusement in playing with Holly;

I am here my beloved Betsy with my two little boys John & William who will be my bed fellows to night. The day I have passed was as agreeable as it could be in your absence; but you need not be told how much difference your presence would have made […] The remainder of the Children were well yesterday. Eliza pouts and plays, and displays more and more her ample stock of Caprice.

(source — Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Hamilton, [March 20, 1803])

Hamilton used to sing while Angelica played the piano;

Hamilton's gentle nature rendered his house a joyous one to his children and friends. He accompanied His daughter Angelica when she played and sang the piano. His intercourse with his children was always affectionate and confiding, which excited in them a corresponding confidence and devotion.

(source — Reminiscences of James A. Hamilton)

Hamilton used to take James on carriage rides when he had to travel places and gave him advice;

While we were living at the Grange I used to drive out with my father, and often accompanied him when he dined with his friend Gouverneur Morris. During one of these drives, soon after my conversation with my uncle, I told my father what I had learned, and made the suggestion which Mr. Morton had requested. He replied without hesitation, ‘‘No, my son; if I received a part of the profits of that business, I should be responsible for it; as I cannot attend to it, I cannot consent to receive what I do not earn.’’

(source — Reminiscences of James A. Hamilton)

Hamilton often helped his sons with their speeches, and once gave James a thesis on discretion as a subtle hint he was a bit too talkative;

The first impression as to the words underscored was, that I might need the Thesis as an exercise. Immediate subsequent events of the most painful character induced the belief that it was intended as an admonition that I wanted that ‘homely virtue,’ discretion, of which the thesis treated. How far I have profited by the admonition this relation of the errors of my life may prove. The reader may perhaps say that in attempting to write these reminiscences I have shown that the admonition was thrown away.

(source — Reminiscences of James A. Hamilton)

Hamilton was overjoyed at Philip's performance at his last oration, that he said he was the only one who could have surpassed him;

The eldest child was a son, on whom his hopes rested with a confidence that would not have been disappointed. Distinguished for genius and elevated feeling from his earliest years, this youth had recently graduated at Columbia College. So satisfied was his father with the display of talent in an oration delivered by him at the end of his academic career, that he re-marked: ‘‘I could not have been contented to have been surpassed by any other than my son;’’ and never was he more delighted than with the gratulations which poured in upon him on this occasion.

(source — History of the republic of the United States of America, as traced in the writings of Alexander Hamilton and of his contemporaries, by John Church Hamilton)

He used to play marbles and fly kites with his younger boys;

What a home Hamilton's lovely nature made to all its inmates! By his family he was adored; the humblest member of his household seemed contented with his lot, as he walked forth at early morn to direct their labors with kind greetings and kinder smiles. “Would not this be well?” “Might not this be better?” were the terms of his guidance. [...] Their education now was under his frequent supervision; their course of reading was indicated, and their themes corrected. Every source of usefulness and virtuous pleasure he would cultivate with severer studies—music; (he sang a little)—the graces and the arts; with his younger boys he played marbles and flew kites, making merry pastime.

(source — History of the republic of the United States of America, as traced in the writings of Alexander Hamilton and of his contemporaries, by John Church Hamilton)

Hamilton was too anxious about letting Philip travel on his own, so he barely let him travel for very long and had a friend keep an eye on him;

As my eldest son Philip, who lately graduated, will pass through Providence on his way to Boston, I give him this line barely to introduce him to you; since the time I have prescribed for his return will not permit the stay of more than a day at Providence.

(source — Alexander Hamilton to Jeremiah Olney, [August 12, 1800])

The night before the duel, Hamilton slept besides John C.;

I recall a single incident about it with full clearness. [...] The day before the duel I was sitting in a room, when, at a slight noise, I turned around and saw my father in the doorway, standing silently there and looking at me with a most sweet and beautiful expression of countenance. It was full of tenderness, and without any of the business pre-occupation he sometimes had. “John,” he said, when I had discovered him, “won't you come and sleep with me to-night?” His voice was frank as if he had been my brother instead of my father. That night I went to his bed, and in the morning very early he awakened me, and taking my hands in his palms, all four hands extended, he said and told me to repeat the Lord's Prayer. Seventy-five years have since passed over my head, and I have forgotten many things, but not that tender expression when he stood looking at me in the door nor the prayer we made together the morning before the duel. I do not so well recollect seeing him lie upon his deathbed, though I was there.

(source — Interview with John Church Hamilton, reminiscences about his father)

That's all I can think of for now, but I'm sure there's more.

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Garage Organization Guide

If you’re like most people, your garage is purely functional. It serves as a catch-all storage unit for whatever you don’t use every day. This means you might have stacks of boxes filled with clothing to be given to charity, random holiday decorations, camping gear, sports equipment for your kids, etc. The problem is that over time, this space can be overrun with clutter, ironically making your garage less functional than even a storage locker would be. In many cases, the garage has become so filled with stuff that cars have to be parked on the driveway or in the street.

If all this sounds too familiar for comfort, don’t worry. Even the most unruly of spaces can be whipped into shape with the right plan, some patience and a little elbow grease. Here are some tips and tricks you can use to transform your garage from a mess into a marvel.

Start With Measuring Your Space

Before you start moving things around, get an accurate measurement of the dimensions of your garage. This should include the height from floor to ceiling. Knowing exactly how much room you have to work with will be essential for many of the techniques outlined here.

Keep the Floor Clear

The floor of your garage should be kept as free from clutter as possible. Not only does this prevent tripping hazards, but it also means your belongings can be protected from oil spills, melting snow, leaks and vermin. Whether you use shelving, hooks, pegboards or a combination of methods, you want to make sure you leave as little touching the floor as possible.

Group Similar Items Together

It seems like an obvious tip, but many people find it difficult to keep items used together grouped together in the same space or container. For instance, if you have a badminton net, rackets and shuttlecocks, they should all be on the same shelf. It will save you from wasting time digging around every corner of your garage looking for the drill bits because they weren’t right next to your power drill.

Label Everything

Storage bins and tubs hold a lot of stuff, and if you’re not careful when putting things away you could end up with a different kind of mess on your hands. Rather than spend hours digging through these bins looking for the one item you need, take the time to label each bin with a general description of what’s inside. If you’re looking for a particular string of holiday lights, for example, it helps to know that you only need to open the bin labeled “Holiday Lights” instead of going on the world’s worst treasure hunt.

Use a Mix of Open and Closed Storage

Not everything should be put on a shelf or closed up in a cabinet. This is why when planning out your storage options, you should use a combination of the two types. It provides you with protection for items that might need to be kept away from the elements or out of reach from little hands, as well as provide easy access to other items that you use all the time.

Dedicate a Space for a Workbench

Even if you’re not exactly the handy type, you at least need a special corner of your garage where your tools can be found. A simple countertop gives you an area for fixing things without worrying about messing up your kitchen table.

Hang Shelving From the Ceiling

You have more room in your garage than you might think. Suspending a shelf from your ceiling makes a great, out-of-the-way place to stash things you might only use once or twice a year, including shop vacs, folding chairs or your artificial Christmas tree. These can free up more space along your walls and cut down on cluttered areas.

Once you get your garage organized, you’ll find it’s much easier to find what you’re looking for and keep everything nice and neat. Whether you follow these ideas to the letter or just use them as a springboard for your own organization system, you’ll be glad you took the time to do it.

Author bio: Sydney Hamilton currently serves as Senior Director of Digital Marketing with The Container Store. Her team’s mission is to improve lives through the power of organization. With over a decade of experience in retail, travel and hospitality marketing, she enjoys the constant growth and challenge this industry brings.

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flindtsherman · 2 years

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Online Dating Tips: Guideline To Christian Dating

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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I loved the Stepdad!Charles blurb. Could you write something about how would Danny, Lando, George and Pierre would be if you had a son??? I love the Stepdad trope (if it is a thing).

I think I have baby fever right now.

Daniel: your boy and Dan would be besties from the first moment. He would always get super excited when your son joined your plans. He would also love to make plans only for him to enjoy, he would introduce the kids to karting. "Hey, buddy, why don't you go and tell your mum where we are going tomorrow?" "Karting, mum! Danny will let me drive" "NO!" They would wreak havoc around your house and Daniel would be super excited when his step-son met his niece and nephew. He would introduce him as cousin YSN and would consider him as his son.

Lando: both the kid and he would be a little shy at first. It took them a couple of weeks to warm up. After that, you would have two kids at home instead of one. Lando would go to his parents' house to pick up some of his old toys just for your kid to have something to play with when you visit him in Monaco. Just imagine them playing on Lando's scalestrix (he sure had one as a kid) for hours, getting super competitive. Lando would get so grumpy when your son won. You would be laughing and clapping, proud of your little boy. "You won a race to an F1 driver, baby" "Oh yeah, embarrass me a bit more" "He is my favourite, Lando. I'm sorry".

George: George is super mature. When you told him about your son, he offered you to take all the time you needed. "Hi, YSN. I'm George" Your son would be so astounded because he was the biggest Merc fan. "Do you know Lewis Hamilton?" George would laugh about it. On his first GP with the both of you with him, he would carry your son on your arm the whole time. He would show him everything and would convince him to be a driver like him in the future. He would let him sit in his car, he would take him to meet Lewis and would take a bunch of photos. It would be so natural for him to take care of your son that he soon started thinking about giving him a baby sister or brother.

Pierre: He would need time to process you are a mother but would not stop seeing you while so. He would ask you to go slow because he may not feel completely ready thinking his lifestyle may be too much for a little boy. One day, you had a date but the babysitter got ill at the last moment. When you called to tell him, he would invite you both. He would take you to your kid's favourite restaurant. Then you would take a walk and have some ice cream. He would instantly start talking to the kid and try to meet him. YOur son would be so happy, grabbing both of your hands and walking between your bodies around the city. When he got too tired, Pierre took him in his arms and carried him to the car. "He is a nice kid, I would love to meet him again. If you want of course" Also, he would teach your son how to swear in French (Don't ask why, I just feel like he would do it).

#pierre gasly #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #george russell #blurb #fluff #pg #dr #ln #gr #f1 #dad!driver

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Kazuichi, Byakuya, Gundham, Rantaro, Gonta, Leon, and Toko with an ultimate Broadway actress s/o

Desc; headcanons of kazuichi, byakuya, gundham, rantaro, gonta, leon, toko with an ultimate broadway actress s/o

Warnings; i tried to make this spoiler free, fem!reader, reader uses female pronouns, i guess this takes place at hope’s peak academy? pre-tragedy?? i dont really know about the v3 boys, haven’t finished the game lmao-

Gundham:

◊ He already knows a bunch about Musicals; especially the darker ones.

◊ He thinks your Ultimate is amazing, he loves all your plays.

◊ Neither of you know which between the two of you is more dramatic.

◊ Your dramatic personalities often intertwined, merging the two of you and making you both into one huge drama queen.

◊ It gives everyone a headache as you both scream, “My toe hurts!-” “My king’s toe hurts! Someone bring an ambulance, stat!”

◊ “Someone get the fucking chlorofoam-” “Hiyoko no-”

◊ This is a bad example, but you get my point-

◊ He enjoys Shakespeare and dark love story plays/musicals.

◊ So he would definitely enjoy acting one with you on stage, if you let him.

◊ He’ll somehow incorporate his Dark Devas into the play just for an excuse to bring them with him on-stage.

◊ Once he was playing Romeo and abandoned Juliet to save Cham-P after he ran offstage to eat a sunflower seed someone dropped on the floor.

◊ Fuck Juliet, mans knows his priorities.

◊ He’s kind of a musical theatre nerd, he enjoys discussing the message behind musicals you’ve played.

◊ Throwing in some compliments about how well you perceived the character, and how pretty you looked.

◊ He is always extremely proud and amazed at your ability to sing, dance and act so well all at the same time.

◊ He believes you don’t get enough credit for doing what you do, so he makes sure you know how proud he is of you.

◊ He sometimes quotes Shakespeare or some other dark musical while you two hung out, it was kinda cute seeing him geek out like that.

◊ “As said in ‘The Merry Wives of Windsor’, Better three hours too soon than a minute too late." Gundham quoted, pride laced in his words as he was proud of remembering that. “Gundham... it’s literally 5 am in the morning, the party starts at 12 pm. Go back to sleep.” Gundham blinks and nearly falls asleep where he stood. “Mmkay.”

◊ If he saw you dress up as the witch in Wicked, he would be whipped.

◊ His evil queen? In an evil costume? A dream come true!

◊ He thinks you look absolutely fabulous and praises you a bunch after the show, telling you how pretty you looked while you acted.

Kazuichi

◊ He wouldn’t know much about musical theatre, since he’s more into machines.

◊ But when you told him to come to a play you were going to star in, he jumped at the offer.

◊ 90 minutes of you? He must be the luckiest guy in the world!(Nagito would be proud)

◊ After watching his first play, he decides he is obsessed with musical theatre now, going to all your shows.

◊ He loves all the romance based musicals, he’s a sucker for romance what can he say?

◊ He’d obsess over all your plays, going into a lot of detail about his favourtite parts.

◊ He’s kinda like, your #1 fan.

◊ He has posters of musicals you’ve starred posted around his dorm room, just a bunch of merch of you and all the musicals you starred in.

◊ When you tell him he has a backstage pass because he’s your boyfriend, he is overjoyed.

◊ He actually trained a bit to be one of the backstage crew members.

◊ He learned how to fix your make up during intermissions, fix a loose stitch on your costume, all that good stuff.

◊ Though every time he sees your face up close for make up, he goes speechless.

◊ He wonders every time, how the hell did he get someone like you?

◊ Though his hands are shaking from how nervous he was, he still managed to make you look absolutely amazing.

◊ He’d blast a bunch of musical soundtracks while he works on his machines, screwing on and unscrewing things with a bop.

◊ I can imagine Kazuichi jamming with you in the car. The car moving violently as you two bounced to the rhythm like mad men.

◊ I think he’d get pretty insecure if he saw you with a love interest, he would think that when you two shared a staged kiss or scene, that it was actually full of love and not fake

◊ But when you cheer him up and tell him how much you love him, he realizes he was being silly over nothing.

◊ After watching many many romance musicals, you notice he gets more romantic; most likely mimicking the love interests.

◊ He is still a bit insecure, but if he does more romantic things, you’ll love him right?

◊ You enjoy the silly grand gestures of love, but you try and assure him constantly that you don’t need any of it.

◊ You only need him <3

Rantaro:

◊ w o a h

◊ He’d love the fact that you’re an actress

◊ He thinks it’s so cool like-

◊ constant fanboying after shows

◊ He’s always bringing you flowers once you’re off the stage, showering you with praises and affections

◊ He’s literally so proud of you wtf??

◊ i think he’d be the type to show you off a lot

◊ “Hey you!” He points at a naked passerby(this is an inside joke, i am so sorry), “Guess what? My girlfriend’s a Broadway actress!” “Rantaro stop, people are staring-” “Are they? hEY YOU! YEAH, YOU STARING!! MY GIR-”

◊ if you ever started spitting out hamilton raps, he’d be the one beatboxing in the back ground for you.

◊ “Pshh, packow, psshh psshh, packow!” “How does a bastard, orphan, son of a-”

◊ you two would jam out to musical soundtracks in your dorm, dancing dramatically as you did.

◊ you two kinda become like a duo of musical theatre kids.

◊ if you stood on a table and started belting lyrics, he would hop on and join you

◊ unless it was a solo, he would never steal your thunder.

◊ if you ever felt a bit nervous before a big show, he would assure you that’d you’d do great and tell you how much he believed in you until you felt better.

◊ he’s your charger before and after a big show.

◊ if you felt exhausted from acting and dancing around the stage, he’s always there to give you what you need most.

◊ whether it’s water, food, flowers, or just him and his cuddles, he always has it ready for you.

◊ the most recent musical soundtrack that you’ve played will be stuck in his head.

◊ For example, if you recently played in Hairspray, ‘Mama, I’m a big girl now!’ will be stuck in his head until the next play he watches.

◊ you’d catch him humming it during everything he does,

◊ and it’s actually so fricking adorable.

◊ if you heard him sing a familiar tune, you would hum along with him.

◊ “Hmm, mmwhen I was, just a kid ♪”

◊ Your ears perked up at the familiar tune, slowly you turned around to face him.

◊ “♪....You never let me do just what the older kids did…♪” You joined in quietly, Rantaro whipped his head towards you, a rising smile on his face.

◊ “♪ But lose that laundry list of what you won't allow ♪,” His voice rose slowly in excitement, pointing at you with a big grin across his face.

◊ And at the same time, you both sang obnoxiously loud, as if it was rehearsed, “♪ 'Cause mama, I'm a big girl now! ♪” Running to each other with excitement,

◊ You let out a fit of giggles as Rantaro picked you up, “MY WIFE, PLEASE BE MY WIFE!”

◊ This is how you two met and you can’t tell me otherwise-

Gonta:

◊ Gonta wouldn’t know much about Broadway musicals- which to you, a broadway actress, was unacceptable!

◊ so you made it your mission to get him to watch as many musicals as he possibly can.

◊ You’d tell him to come to all your plays, him excitedly agreeing despite not knowing what a play is.

◊ You’d do extra good knowing that Gonta was in the crowd watching you, wanting to give him the best first experience with musicals.

◊ He’d applaud at the end of every scene, trying to show his support the best he can.

◊ for his first play he watches, he ends up clapping a bit too early.

◊ he cheered and applauded super loud when he saw you on stage, but stopped when he realized everyone was staring at him.

◊ Though it was a bit embarrassing for both you and him, you felt your heart flutter at how his first instinct was to clap for you when you walked in stage.

◊ You’d introduce him to various musicals, beauty and the beast being his favourite.

◊ He definitely starts to obsess over the more ‘gentlemanly’ characters.

◊ his first impressions of the beast were bad; Denying that old lady shelter? How ungentlemanly!!

◊ so when the dude got cursed, he cheered lmao

◊ but as he kept watching, he could see the beast wasn’t too bad.

◊ The beast had some flaws, but he obviously cared for belle, he thought.

◊ Oh but he hated Gaston, he really really hated him.

◊ If you acted with someone who played Gaston(and you as belle), he would have to hold back and not rip his face off every time Gaston said something idiotic or sexist.

◊ He had to keep reminding himself that, that Gaston wasn’t real(and thank god for that, real gaston would’ve been torn to shreds.)

◊ the dancing scene was his favourite part for sure.

◊ He’s sad he doesn’t get to play beast with you, but he still enjoys the scene nonetheless.

◊ something cute I can imagine him doing is surprising you by dressing up in a prince costume from the musical and asking you for a dance.

◊ It’s the cutest thing ever oml-

◊ It’s such a beautiful moment, you two just dancing together in a random room with no care in the world.

◊ Your arms wrapped his extravagant costume and his arms wrapped around your pj’s.

◊ He’s a bit shy to be so close to you, but he tries his best to be confident and as princely as he could so he pushes his anxiety aside.

◊ As his stomach fills with butterflies, he becomes slightly confused and concerned, ‘Did Gonta eat butterflies??’ He slightly panics-

◊ ‘Those poor butterflies!!’

◊ He’d watch a lot of videos on how to ballroom dance in advance for this moment.

◊ He’s actually not that bad!

◊ Well- as long as you dance with your feet on his, so he doesn’t crush your toes.

◊ If you ever did some beauty and the beast scenes for him, he would be so happy.

◊ He’d be even happier if you let him play the beast with you.

◊ He’d be smiling the entire time during a fight/sad/serious practice scene.

◊ *almost gets stabbed* “Haha oh no!”

◊ When you sing during one of the scenes, he kinda just-

◊ becomes a puddle of a gentleman.

◊ his heart melts and disintegrates(haha what) of love for you.

◊ he absolutely loves your voice, and would beg for you to sing him one of the soundtracks from beauty and the beast before bed.

◊ He’s really proud of all your plays, and is extremely happy that you–of all people–are his girlfriend.

Byakuya Togami

◊ In all honesty, he thinks your ultimate isn’t all that great.

◊ But as he watches one of your plays, his mind ultimately(see what i did there?) changes.

◊ He becomes impressed and dazzled from how passionate you look when you act, not noticing how you had him sitting on the edge of his seat.

◊ After watching you act, he literally cannot watch another play unless you are in it, finding it unworthy of his time and money.

◊^^this is before you two got together,

◊ you two got together after you found him in your crowd, applauding like the rest of them with the same bewildered expression on his face.

◊ You confronted him and he attempted to compliment your acting, but he accidentally let his feelings for you slip out instead, “I find you truly captivating- Wait no, I-I meant your plays. Your plays, they are truly captivating.” You watched in amusement as he stumbled with his words, eventually interrupting him with an, “Are you available right now?”

◊ So yeah, eventually you two get together, and good for Togami! Because now he doesn’t have to secretly applaud you as a fan, he can applaud you whenever and as your lover.

◊ After shows, he’d give you a single rose as a congrats or applause (so romantic!)

◊ If you ever decided to be chaotic and start belting out lyrics, he would just sigh and let you finish.

◊ Very rarely, you would catch him humming a small tune of a musical song you sang.

◊ But very very rarely. If you ever catch him and confront him about it, he will deny it completely.

◊ I think he’d probably like the more serious plays, he enjoys the meanings and emotions of them more than the sillier and playful ones.

◊ If he ever watched Mean Girls, he would start to slightly mimic Regina George.

◊ “Byakuya wha-” “Get in peasant, we’re going shopping.”

◊ It’d be lowkey hot when you hear him sass you like Regina George tho-

◊ He’d have more big dick energy after watching Mean Girls, emitting his dominance to everyone.

◊ Makoto during a class trial: “So we know that she was at the scene of the crime, right?” “Shut up.” Byakuya flipped his imaginary long hair as Makoto stares at him in confusion, silence filling the room. “Shut up!” “I didn’t even say anything-”

◊ “The new motive is going to be-!” “Whatever, I’m getting cheese fries a book.” Byakuya sighed, turning on his heels and catwalking away.

◊ ...

◊ “IT’S PUNISHMENT TIME-!” “MONOKUMA WAIT NO-”

Leon

◊ Would go to every one of your shows.

◊ Would act like an absolute mom in the crowd.

◊*holding a video camera* You’re doing great sweetie!.

◊”That’s my girl!”

◊ You’d get embarrassed every time he does that.

◊ Hypes you up when you get nervous before going on stage.

◊ In back stage, he’d praise you and give you a bouquet of flowers.

◊ Where did they come from? When did he have time to get flowers when he was yelling in the crowed??

◊ Helps you rehearse lines even if he has no idea what they’re about.

◊ Will fight anyone that makes mean comments towards you.

◊ Even if it’s just constructive criticism, he will take it as an insult.

◊ “Hey s/o! You did great! Maybe next time you could-”

◊ Leon: “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY PUNK!? DO YOU KNOW WHO SHE IS?! I HAVE FRICKING ARMS OF STEEL, I WILL-”

◊ Will take every chance to pick you up and call you a queen.

◊ When you guys watch other plays together, he always says how you’d play a better role or that you’d do so much better.

◊ He is pretty jealous of your talent, he has always wanted to be a singer instead of a baseball star, but his ultimate wouldn’t allow that.

◊ So if you let him sing some musical song duets with you, his heart will be so full.

◊ You make him so happy, he almost breaks into cries.

◊ You two of weekly karoake nights, always singing some Heather’s duet together.

◊ One time, you, Sayaka and Leon sang the Candy Store song, Leon being Heather Chandler, Sayaka as Heather Duke, and you as Heather McNamara.

◊ It was... amazing.

◊ Everyone was cheering, clapping and it praising all of you.

◊ You made Leon feel alive, and he really, really loves you for that.

Toko

◊ She loves your ultimate, and fangirls over you a bunch.

◊ She’s amazed at your confidence to go up in stage, knowing she could never do that.

◊ She thinks your confidence is kinda hot, and decides she is in love.

◊ Likes to add a character in her books that are a lot like you, maybe making them a broadway actress-

◊ She thinks about you a lot, sometimes accidentally blurting out how pretty you were in your last performance in front of everybody.

◊ You confronted her for it, and she almost passed out.

◊ “W-w-why d-do you think t-t-that? D-d-do you th-think you’re b-better than m-me or so-something?”

◊ You already know her and her inferiority complex, so you don’t take offence to what she said, simply replying with, “I think you’re really cute.”

◊ Toko goes silent, except for a few “!??!??” noises that came out of her.

◊ “... U-uh, a-are you j-joking, be-because that isn’t f-funny!” She flushes, denying that you complimented her.

◊ “I’m not joking, here’s my number! Call me, kay?” You grinned before turning on your heel.

◊ She’s kinda dumbfounded, did her crush just ask her out??

◊ She denies it hard at first, not believing that you asked her out.

◊ Thus, not calling you.

◊ Well, I mean, she kinda did.

◊ She dialed your number one day, feeling a bit lonely.

◊ But as she heard your morning voice, she squeaked and hung up quickly.

◊ She felt her face turn into a fireball, her thoughts going into overdrive from how attractive your voice sounded.

◊ Your voice, she was attracted to your voice.

◊ The next day, when you ask her about what that call was about, she denies it and calls you stupid.

◊ Sprinting away while she screamed, “I-i-idiot!!”

◊ Acts like an absolute tsundere around you.

◊ You constantly flirt with her, trying to get her to accept a date with you.

◊ Being the dramatic hoe you are, you try and give her a declaration of your love.

◊ Knowing she is the Ultimate Writer, and into poems, you write one for her.

◊ You declared your love during one of your plays, knowing she sat in the crowd somewhere.

◊ You interrupted a scene and jumped off stage, “Toko Fukawa!”

◊ Her head perked up in surprise, eyes widening as she saw you on one knee for her.

◊ “W-what are you d-doing!?” She yelped, moving her legs away from you.

◊ “I am in love with you. Completely and utterly in love with you, everyday when I see you so immersed in writing a book, I believe I am looking at an angel.”

◊ The crowd stared at the both of you, gasps and aws filling the air.

◊ Toko flushed, you watched her while she wrote?

◊ “For every time you’ve told me I was a fool, an idiot, you weren’t wrong. Because I am a fool, a fool in love with you.” You had one had on your chest, looking into her eyes sincerely.

◊ Her eyes glossed over so slightly you couldn’t see, looking around at the crowd before uttering out, “Y-y-you r-really love m-me, h-huh?” Her face contorting into a lopsided smirk, watching as you giggled.

◊ You laughed out, “Absolutely.”

◊ WHY DID THIS TURN INTO A ONESHOT WHAT WHY WHAT WHYYY

note; thank you so much for reading and sorry for the wait!! we tried our best to finish these together, thank you so much for your patience.

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have some random klavier HCs that i have asserted through various means over the years:

klavier is a stage name, real name is konrad. may or may not have legally changed it.

is actually german on his mother’s side (affected bavarian accent). dad is…. american.

lives in a highrise in downtown LA (that looks like this in my head). it has a doorman and an elevator

loves and romanticizes the 80s even though he was not alive then, has genuinely sighed and stared out the window, longing to have been a teenager in 1986

prince is a GENIUS, purple rain CHANGED MY LIFE, “oh prince, we’re really in it now.”

is not a “car guy” like edgeworth is a car guy—just likes to go fast and look cool—but they bond over it anyway.

f1 fandom, stans lewis hamilton unironically. they go clubbing. klavier definitely told him those diamond earrings look cool.

in addition to the motorcycle (which I refused to call a hog, I’m sorry) he bought an early 70s corvette C3 with a hardtop when he was 19, painted it bright purple, and nearly got murdered by daryan for consistently making “little purple corvette” jokes when literally no one asked.

had it repainted to black when he was 23/24 (listen sometimes you need to go places without FORCIBLY ANNOUNCING YOUR IDENTITY TO THE WORLD) but it absolutely still has purple details

klavier’s hair is much thicker and more unruly than kristoph’s, also darker in color and naturally wavy. klavier spends HOURS making it do what he wants. and also bleaching it. when he was younger he wished his hair looked more like kris.

kristoph looks more like their mother than klavier does. they have the same eye color and broader face, although klavier has her smile.

mommy issues abound. they both loved her a lot, she used to give music lessons from their parlor. kristoph has her tea set, klavier pretends he doesn’t care.

klavier grew up learning the piano while kristoph played the violin. classical training. chopin my beloved ❤️ stopped playing after their mother died, took up the guitar after meeting daryan at age 13/14

does not go anywhere without at least three guitars, by the way. you know how when you were a kid, you used to make sure that all your stuffed animals got to take turns sleeping in the best bed positions so they knew they were equally loved? that’s klavier and his guitars.

daryan taught him to play (and is actually better than klavier, you can’t be the best at everything). daryan plays lead in concert while klavier plays rhythm because it’s HARD to sing and play lead at the same time.

Klavier and Daryan knew each other before becoming a prosecutor/detective

in addition to the house they grew up in, kristoph also inherited their family wine cellar. klavier CANNOT drink red wine because of it.

klavier: either orders a whiskey that costs $150 a pour or literally the most insane cocktail you can possibly imagine.

if he MUST drink wine, rose all day 💗 maybe a dry riesling sometimes idk.

(i still maintain that he deals with the trauma and fame as a high functioning alcoholic but. unpopular opinion????)

canNOT live without coffee: strong, cream, no sugar. oat milk is actually good too.

bi icon 💗💜💙

serial monogamist. hopelessly romantic. falls in love with everyone who is actually nice to him (not klavier, lead vocalist of the gavinners OR klavier gavin, scourge of the courtroom). unrealistic expectations of love. bad habit of sleeping with his hair and makeup artists. lots of short, explosive relationships. not a lot of experience with long term, committed things.

klavier gavin love language time. to show love? all of them. must be touching. always. but giving gifts, too. receiving love? acts of service just hit different. you did that for him without expecting anything in return? 😳

absolutely cannot wash his hair more than once every 3 days, is most certainly a diva about the products he uses. a cotton towel, you must be joking, ja?

nine step skincare routine, will actually die if he forgets to wear sunscreen, he WILL freckle.

literally cannot leave the house without mascara on, definitely tints his eyebrows, wears foundation on a regular basis because, again, freckles.

not a morning person, but wakes up early anyway to have enough time to get ready.

not good at sleeping. just as likely to pass out on his desk or in an uncomfortable yet stylish armchair as in bed.

converted one of the spare bedrooms of his place into a studio and another into an extra closet.

dodgers hat on when trying to pass incognito, but has never watched a baseball game in his life.

some of his jewelry is sentimental and some of it is just a constantly rotating selection of whatever he’s feeling that day.

pays people to do things like decorate his apartment, clean it regularly, stock it with groceries, drive him to famous people related places.

cannot cook and will never learn how to ❤️

#realized today that i never posted these here #i cut these because they got SO LONG #aa headcanon #in case you are wondering what i mean by a car guy #i truly believe miles is the type of man who will sit there for hours discussing the merrits and shortfalls #of the Honda engine vs the Renault #but i also believe that miles would never actually TOUCH an engine because. grease.#i also stan lewis unironically btw

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kerosene-insomniac · 3 years

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To Be So Lonely

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku

Warnings: Strong language, sexually explicit smut, violence, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, cancer sub-plot, major character death {not bakudeku}

Word Count for Chapter: 2,791

Summary: Midoriya Izuku has always wanted to be a musician. Something about the lyric working with a melody to convey his feeling just made his heart race. After his father died when he was three, Izuku has always relied on his mother. She worked two jobs to care for him and always supported his dreams. But when his mother is diagnosed with breast cancer just after he graduated high school, Izuku has to shift his focus. Now he’s working two jobs and takes care of his mother with the help of his gay neighbors.

In an attempt to learn self-defense, Izuku takes a few classes at a local gym. It’s there that he meets Toshinori Yagi, an older beta who used to be a professional heavyweight boxer. Yagi notices Izuku’s potential and encourages the small omega to eventually go pro. So, in order to make more money, Izuku eventually agrees.

Bakugou Katsuki has only ever wanted to fight. Orphaned as the young age of four, Katsuki has been fighting to live for his entire life. Fighting is all he’s ever known. After fighting underground for a couple years, Katsuki is noticed by Todoroki Enji. The older alpha takes him in at 19 and names him the official successor of his legacy (especially since all of his actual kids hate him).

Now, Katsuki is 25-years-old and the professional heavyweight champion.In a whirlwind of events, Katsuki meets Izuku in the unlikeliest of places. He watches the small omega perform and can’t help it feel extremely protective and absolutely enamored with him. The older alpha gets to meet him and say goodbye without even learning the omega’s name. Katsuki isn’t sure that they’ll ever meet again.

That is, until Katsuki officially meets Izuku at a professional lunch with his manager’s rival.

{OR}

The one where Katsuki is a professional alpha boxer with arrogance issues and Izuku is a stubborn omega that’s way little too reckless with his well-being. With a wacky cast of characters (including three idiots, a manly best friend, a traumatized bastard with daddy-issues, and many more) absolutely hell-bent on getting them together, neither men can seem to catch a break

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{0.1} Sweet Like Honey

“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”

― Laurell K. Hamilton

K A T S U K I

“C’mon, Bakubro! Smile a little!”

Katsuki scowled even more as Kirishima dragged him towards the run-down bar. On some level, he wants to be here and have fun with his friends. On another, however, he knows that he’ll have to deal with a hangover tomorrow.

And fuck that.

The shitty bar smells vaguely of coffee and beer, as well as a mix of pheromones. It has a decent amount of people inside, but not enough to feel overwhelming.

“How did Pikachu find this shitty place?”

Kirishima gave him a look, as if he was a scolding parent. “His boyfriend actually did. It has live music and decent alcohol.”

Katsuki huffed, pulling his hood over his hair. “Who the fuck would want to court Pikachu? He’s annoyingly dumb.”

“Well, not everyone thinks that.”

Before Katsuki can argue, sweet-smelling arms wrapped around his neck.

“Blasty!! You made it!” Mina screeched, already smelling of red wine.

Katsuki growled, immediately pushing the omega off of him and towards her alpha. Kirishima caught her easily. “Don’t touch me, Raccoon Eyes! Ever hear of personal space?!”

Mina giggled, whispering loudly into Kirishima’s ear. “He’s so grumpy already.”

“I know. It’s pretty funny.”

Katsuki bristled, baring his teeth. “Fuck off, Shitty Hair!”

Kirishima chuckled, ignoring Katsuki directing them further inside. Closer to the bar was Kaminari and a purple-haired beta who obviously didn’t get enough sleep the night before.

The audacity.

Kaminari glanced their way, his face lighting up. “Bakugou! It’s nice to see that Kirishima-“

“Shut it, Dunce Face.” Katsuki grumbled lowly. “I’m just here to babysit you idiots.”

Denki shrugged, taking a shot of something that smelled suspiciously like Fireball. “Whatever you say, Bakugou. Hitoshi is already our babysitter for the night.”

The purple-haired beta blinked in Katsuki’s direction, taking a sip of his water bottle. He looked like he was silently analyzing and judging Katsuki, which immediately made the older alpha bristle.

“Calm down, Blasty.” Mina snickered, leaning against Kirishima. “You scowl too much.”

Katsuki scowled even more, watching as everyone ordered drinks.

Kirishima glanced at him, offering a sympathetic smile. “Just chill, Bakubro. Shinsou says the live music is really good!”

That’s unlikely.

“I know the performer.” Shinsou murmured, still studying Katsuki. “He’s a childhood friend.”

Katsuki ignored the insomniac troll doll and took a seat next to Kirishima. “This better be good, Shitty Hair. You know how I feel about music.”

Kirishima nodded, accepting his drink from the bartender. “Well, Jiro also speaks highly of the dude. She’s as serious about music as you are, so I’m sure he’s pretty great.”

That’s a little reassuring.

Before Katsuki could speak again, a small voice came from the stage.

And god, Katsuki’s interest immediately heightened.

A small man climbed onto a stool with a guitar in his hands. He had dazzling green eyes and a head of green curls that made him look soft. He was wearing a grey hoodie with ripped skinny jeans, making him look even cuter.

And the freckles.

Katsuki took a deep breath, immediately freezing as omegan pheromones washed over the small bar.

Chocolate and cherries.

He’s so screwed.

“Our first request of the night is called ‘Save Yourself’.” The omega murmured, his voice sweet as honey.

The small omega started strumming a dingy guitar, making it look effortless. But Katsuki knew better than to assume.

It weighs heavier on one's heart

I could tell right from the start that sweet ones are hard to come across

Well there is more than meets the eye

A heart like yours is rare to find

Someone else's gain will be my loss

“Holy shit…”

For once, Katsuki could agree with Pikachu.

Shinsou chuckled lowly, earning glances from everyone else. “I’m glad that you think he’s good. I’ve tried telling him that, but he never wants to hear it.”

“He’s adorable!” Mina squealed, almost a little too loudly.

Katsuki gave her glare, which didn’t go unnoticed by Kirishima. In fact, the red-haired alpha grinned and followed Katsuki’s gaze.

Woah, woah, oh oh

Oh woah, woah

Woah woah oh

Hey hey

Well little things that make you smile

Dancing barefoot in the dark

If only I had strength to change your mind

Oh for what you need

You will not see

Choose your words before you speak

Can you see that all you've got is time?

Katsuki couldn’t fucking breathe.

The small omega sounded soft and sure, obviously confident and lost in the song. A stray curl rested on his forehead, moving as he strummed the guitar.

Whatever it was about him, Katsuki couldn’t look away.

Woah now

Save yourself

Oh you save yourself

Oh darling save yourself for someone else

Yeah, save yourself

Oh darling save yourself

Oh won't you save yourself from someone else

Woah

Don't give in to their feelings

Don't give in darkness and faith

You should be safe, yeah, with someone else

Tell your secrets to the night

You do yours and I do mine

So we won't have to keep them all inside

Oh, for one so pure

Count these off

Let your feelings take control

Hold on to the world that he's begging for

“What’s his name?”

Shinsou looked at Kirishima, almost as if he was bored. “He’s not comfortable with me telling people. He’s a very private person.”

Mina pouted, whining slightly. “But he’s so good! Wouldn’t he want people to know his name?”

“He’s going through a lot right now.”

Katsuki glanced at Shinsou, immediately meeting the beta’s gaze. “For once, I agree with Raccoon Eyes. Private or not, he’s obviously good enough to go somewhere with a voice like that.”

The beta raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware that you complimented people, Bakugou. Not everyone is a cocky boxer with arrogance issues.”

Ex-fucking-cuse me?

“At least I know how to fight, you knock-off troll doll!”

Shinsou blinked, obviously unaffected by Katsuki’s words. “Just because you’re a professional boxer doesn’t mean shit, Bakugou. If I remember correctly, you were underground once.”

Katsuki glared, scowling harshly. “Underground?”

“He’s an underground boxer, Bakubro,” Kirishima murmured, looking amused with the whole interaction. “He’s pretty good.”

Whatever.

Katsuki focused on the musician again, obviously pouting.

Woah now

Save yourself

Oh won't you save yourself

Go on and save yourself for someone else

Yes darling save yourself

Oh won't you save yourself

Go on and save yourself for someone else

Woah are you going to break?

Are you going to break?

Woah aren't you going to take me?

Yeah are you going to break?

Are you going to break?

Woah what's it going to take?

Yeah, are you going to break?

Are you going to break?

The small omega strummed the last few notes, his voice cracking slightly as the last lyrics finished. He shyly smiled at the crowd, using his bandaged hand to brush his curls out of his face.

Wait.

Bandages?

Katsuki watched with narrowed eyes as the small omega talked with the crowd, obviously trying to take more requests. Something about him was off and it made the alpha slightly suspicious.

Why does he look like that?

I Z U K U

“-and thank you for coming out! Goodnight!”

Izuku waved at the crowd as he exited the stage, his heart in his throat at the small amount of applause. His guitar felt heavy in his small hands, matching his equally heavy shoulders.

Music doesn’t have the same relief it used to.

The small omega chewed on his bottom lip anxiously as he placed his ratty guitar in it’s case. Izuku had saved up two summers worth of money to buy it, so he definitely felt more attached to it than most.

“Here’s your tips, Midoriya.”

Izuku snapped out of his daze as the female omega handed him the money, his pretty green eyes looking a bit grey. “Thanks, Jiro. I really appreciate this.”

Jiro smiled warmly, her dark eyes completely gentle as she watched him place the cash in his case. “It’s no problem, Midoriya. Tell your mom and the dads that I said hi!”

“I will!”

Izuku waved goodbye and made his way towards the exit. Hitoshi normally waited backstage to take him home, but he’s currently on a date with someone. It wasn’t like Izuku was afraid, but walking alone at night did give him some anxiety.

After all, Izuku is an omega.

In their current society, it was extremely easy for omegas to be victimized. They were completely at the mercy of outside forces, which caused a lot of weaknesses. Dominant pheromones from an alpha could completely shut them down and make them vulnerable to orders.

Alphas didn’t lack in strength like many omegas did, so they could easily overpower anyone slightly weaker than them.

While alphas experienced ruts or periods of extreme arousal, that was nothing on omegas. Omegas experience heats every month, which was a mess of fevers and the need to be knotted.

Ruts could easily be controlled and ignored.

Heats were the opposite.

If an omega was to go into heat while in public, that left them at the mercy of any alpha nearby. An alpha could take what they want, regardless of consent, and not be held liable.

So, yes.

Walking alone made Izuku slightly nervous.

As Izuku walked down the dimly-lit street, he was aware of the different smells. He could smell cigarettes and cheap perfume, all containing a mix of omega pheromones. It was slightly fruity and stale, making his stomach churn.

Don’t focus on -

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

Fucking fuck.

Izuku’s blood ran cold as someone yanked him backward, grabbing at the soft skin of his cheeks. “I’m just walking home. I-I have people waiting on me, so-“

Bright blue eyes locked with his.

Dabi.

Shit.

“I almost don’t recognize you without the mask, bunny.”

Izuku’s soft green eyes immediately hardened as he shoved the drunk alpha off of him. “Don’t touch me, Dabi. We both know that I can kick your ass in or out of the ring.”

Dabi growled, grabbing Izuku by the hoodie again. “It’s a shame you got such a smart mouth, bunny. I might’ve considered marking you.”

So fucking gross…

“Get fucked, Dabi.” Izuku snapped, pushing him back again.

The blue-eyed alpha huffed, causing the intense smell of alcohol to waft over the omega. “Why are you being such a frigid bitch, bunny? Sounds like someone needs a nice kn-“

Izuku pulled his arm back and punched the alpha square in the jaw.

Dabi released him and shot back, muffling a bunch of curses as he rubbed his jaw. Judging from his pheromones, he was obviously pissed off.

But then again, so was Izuku.

“You little bitch.” Dabi growled, standing at his full height.

Izuku scoffed, widening his stance and shifting into an all too familiar position. In the street light, the bandages on the omega’s fingers were much more visible than before.

The small omega clenched his jaw. “I’d stop it with the insults, Dabi. I’d hate to kick your ass again.”

Dabi lunged, but Izuku quickly ducked.

In a quick move, the small omega landed a harsh kick to the alpha’s stomach. It was a cheap move, but Izuku didn’t care.

He’s always hated pigs, anyway.

Before the small omega could move, though, Dabi growled and grabbed him by the hair. He yanked Izuku upright and shoved him towards the wall of the alley.

Shit.

Dabi chuckled lowly, placing his knee between Izuku’s legs and wrapping his hands around his throat. “You look pretty with my hands around your throat. Maybe I should-“

“What the fuck are you doing?”

The scarred alpha froze, his blue eyes flickering to the entrance. After a few seconds, Dabi immediately scowled. “Mind your business, golden boy.”

Golden boy?

Izuku struggled under Dabi’s grip, feeling slightly light-headed as the seconds continued to pass. “Le-let me-“

“Fuck off, staple-face.”

And just like that, the pressure on Izuku’s throat was gone.

Izuku coughed and gasped as his world adjusted, his green eyes landing on the mess of fighting alpha’s in front of him. The smell of cigarette ash was now accompanied by caramel and cinnamon, which shouldn’t have made his heart race.

Alphas.

Izuku inwardly scoffed, rubbing his throat as he slowly made his way towards the exit. The sooner he got home, the better.

He really doesn’t want to be yelled at by Aizawa.

“I’m sure your dad would hate to watch me kick your ass, stitches. He probably wants to do it himself!”

Izuku snickered softly, glancing back to look at the fighting match.

Dabi was completely unconscious on the ground, nearly overshadowed by the mysterious alpha. This same alpha was dressed in a black hoodie and baseball cap, which hid his face pretty well.

The small omega made a mental note to remember this when he fights Dabi next week. These nicknames were top-notch.

The alpha fixed his jacket, spinning to face Izuku.

Shit. Shit. Abort.

Izuku squeaked and turned to bolt. At this point, plenty of people were exiting the club. Plenty of people would probably help him if he screamed.

“Not so fast, freckles.”

The small omega was pulled back yet again.

Izuku spun around, his green eyes sharp as he bared his teeth in an obvious snarl. “Don’t touch me! I’m not sucking your dick just because you felt the need to play hero.”

Red eyes locked with his.

And for a second, that split second, Izuku felt like the world stood still. Instead of some ugly alpha with questionable intentions, this alpha simply looked annoyed and frustrated.

Not the usual type to defend Izuku in an alleyway.

“What the fuck are you doing out so late by yourself?”

Izuku blinked, pulling himself out of his daze as sweet caramel greeted his nose. “Does it matter?”

The alpha’s eyes twitched. “I think it does. Any omega with a bit of common sense would know not to be by themselves at this time of night.”

“I’m not most omegas.”

Izuku’s words caused the tiniest smirk to dawn on the alpha’s face.

This mysterious alpha was much taller than Izuku and definitely stronger. The hood of his jacket covered ash-blond hair, but no amount of darkness could hide those eyes. And even more so, it was obvious that he had a resting bitch face.

“Hah?! A resting what?”

Ah, fuck.

Izuku blushed bright red, chewing on his bottom lip in an attempt to keep his mouth shut. “I-ignore that. I tend to mumble a lot.”

The alpha narrowed his eyes. “I can see that, freckles. But what the fuck were you doing out here by yourself?”

I’m not helpless…

“I can handle myself. I don’t need your help.”

The alpha scoffed loudly, his scowl becoming more prominent on his face. “Don’t be fucking reckless. If I wasn’t here, Stitches would’ve done worse than choke you.”

Izuku rolled his eyes. “I had it handled.”

“Stop lying to yourself, freckles.”

The small omega clenched his jaw and pulled himself free of the alpha’s grip. His skin felt hot with fury and annoyance, especially since this alpha seemed so arrogant.

Izuku walked out of the alley, adjusting the strap of his guitar case and glancing around. The sidewalk was still full of people, so he was probably safe to finish walking home.

Before he could do so, however, a warm hand grasped his arm.

“Hold on, freckles. Let me walk you home.”

Izuku froze, glaring suspiciously at the alpha next to him. “I’m not helpless, you know. I don’t need a big, strong alpha to walk me home.”

Thank god for sarcasm.

The alpha shrugged, releasing Izuku’s arm and waited to follow him. “I’d feel much better knowing that you got home okay. I don’t want to see your fucking face on the news, freckles.”

Freckles? That’s the best you got?

“Fine.”

The small omega looked away from the alpha and started walking home, his heart fluttering in his chest as the smell of caramel enveloped him. Izuku’s never been good with attractive people, though.

Especially alphas with red eyes, which is his favorite color.

“What’s your name, nerd?”

Izuku blinkled, adjusting his hoodie. “I have enough survival instincts not to tell you. Stick to the shitty nicknames.”

The alpha huffed. “They’re not shitty!”

“I’m not convinced.”

Blondie {which Izuku decided to call him} growled in obvious annoyance, easily keeping up with the short omega. “Don’t you want to know my name? I’m sure you’re curious, shitty nerd.”

Izuku shrugged, glancing both ways before crossing a dimly-lit street. “Not really. It’s not like I’ll ever see you again.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Because it’s obvious that you’ve never been here before.”

Blondie gave him a sideways glance, his red eyes glinting in the street light. “I’m that obvious? What gave it away, freckles?”

Izuku chewed on his bottom lip, slowing down as his apartment complex came into view. “If you were, then you would’ve known that I can handle Dabi. This won’t be the last time he tries to kick my ass.”

Silence.

Hehe.

“So he does that often?”

Izuku stopped in front of his complex, turning to glance at the red-eyed alpha. “More than you’d think.”

The alpha nodded, looking up at the apartment complex. “Well, I’m glad that you let me walk you home. Should I follow you inside?”

“I’m not too comfortable with that, Blondie.’

Blondie froze, shooting Izuku a scowl. “Don’t call me that, shitty nerd.”

Izuku snickered, punching a code into the door and opening it. “Thanks for the entertainment, Blondie. I’m sure that you’ll get better with the nicknames.”

He went inside, leaving alpha outside.

Thank god that’s over.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

I’ve caved and decided to cross-post here! I’m loving the community on here and definitely enjoy the responses I’ve received!

All the love love love,

Ash <3

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Stray Kids as Teachers!!

Bang Chan

Definitely the music teacher

Type of teacher that is super caring

Anyone can talk to him about anything

Offers life advice

Mostly good, sometimes joking

“Pay your taxes and don’t drink and drive.”

Finger guns

Tries to use young people slang

Fails even though he himself is super young

Keeps pictures of his dog on his desk at all times

“Mr.Bang, who’s that?” Points at picture of Barry

He then goes into Barry’s life story, slowly gaining an audience of other students

Every kid has a crush on him

It’s a rite of passage at this point

“Have you seen his ass?” “Duh, who hasn’t?”

Lee Know

The tired art teacher

Has sass battles with his students

Winner gets some candy

He almost always gets the candy

Plays movies once a week

Thinks everyone deserves to relax

Super chill with what students want to create

After all, art is personal

Not at all harsh with grading

Sneaks his cats into the school sometimes

Gets caught, claims they’re there to be models

Almost always has music playing

Students go to him when they need someone to vent to

Gives somewhat violent advice so.... Don’t take it

Everyone wonders when he’ll get with Mr.Han

There’s bets going

Even staff are in on it

Mr.Bang started the bets

Seo Changbin

Everyone’s favorite gym teacher

Specializes his class for students' needs

For example, the asthmatic doesn’t have to run laps, instead, they do some weight lifting

Stresses the importance of warmups and cool downs

Thursdays are pool days

Everyone worships Thursday, as shirtless Mr.Seo is quite the sight

Fridays are fun days

Students pick whatever they want to do that day

Even group nap time has been approved once or twice

He is the best spotter

Have you seen his arms?

Can be frequently found bothering Mr.Kim

Always wearing a tank top. Always

If students aren’t feeling well, he lets them take a nap in his office

Has a special cot with soft blankets and pillows he bought himself

Does not tolerate students making fun of their peers

Has the record for the most detentions given in one day

The class ganged up one on kid who wasn’t good at the sport, so they all got detention

The kid got a free soda of their choice

Hwang Hyunjin

Drama instructor

Specializes in helping students put emotion into their lines

Musicals are his favorite

He makes the Choreo himself

Kind of strict about it ngl

Still understanding somewhat

Just... Not as much as he could be

Basically a mom to his drama kids

Gets told all the tea

The Gretchen Weiners of the staff

He knows whats happening with literally every student

Has shown up hungover a few times, just lets the student directors take charge

Will fight for the theatre department to get more funding

Makes some of the costumes himself

Talented boi

Tries to modernize everything

“Listen, I know Hamilton takes place in the boring times, but Jefferson needs some shades.”

KING of improve

Actually an amazing actor

Blows everyone's minds

Like, yeah, he’s goofy and hot, and he LOVES spilling the tea, but holy shit can he do Shakespeare

Leaves the school at exactly 3:30 PM, unless there’s practice

Has stayed till 11:30 PM once

His students worship him, trust me

Han Jisung

The cheery Kindergarten teacher whos energy rivals the kids

His classroom is an explosion of color

Loves his kiddos

Is great at calming upset little ones

Works incredibly hard

Every other teacher thinks his classroom is a total mess

Blocks everywhere, paints on every table, and nap time mats still out

If you look closely, he does have a system

Only pink paint on this table

The mats are in a specific corner

The blocks are for the kids to make words whenever they understand how to spell something

Big fan of the reward system

Has had many kids call him Dad before

Parents love him so much

Their kids come home rambling about their teacher who taught them the alphabet and they can count to five now!

His kids are pretty much little geniuses

Gets sick so often since he works with little kids

Makes sure his sub is fun

Also make sure the sub isn’t as fun as him so the kids still like him best

Found in Mr.Lee’s art room… way too much

Lee Felix

The school’s therapist

His room is the definition of Happy Yet Zen

Light yellows, pinks, and blues fill the room

Basically a pillow fort

Has a scent diffuser and let’s the student pick the essential oil

Walks around school with a happy smile always

We know he’s Stay’s sunshine, but he’s now the students

Has a wall of cheesy jokes for students who just need something to make them laugh

Let’s students show him their special interests with no complaints

Gets into almost all of them himself, just to bond with the kids

If the kids just need somewhere to calm down, his room is almost always open

Need a twenty minute nap? He’ll put on some calming sounds and supply the pillows and blankets

The type of teacher who gives gifts to his senior students when they graduate

Always ready to show students music he thinks will help them

The other teachers love him because he brings baked goods once a week

Doesn’t care if students swear in front of him

Kim Seungmin

Middle school English teacher

Students are lowkey scared of him

But they still enjoy him alot

He frequently roasts students and other teachers alike

“Mr.Bang said he’s the best producer? Next person to have his class, tell him to check his ego.”

His favorite time is independent reading time

Mainly cause the kids know to be quite

Heaven forbid someone interrupt his reading

Every time they finish a book, the movie is played

It’s a nice break for everyone

It’s also a break for him

It’s tiring being that sassy all the time

Pretty strict grader when it comes to essays

Only because he goes over what to do super thoroughly and even a baby could do it truly

You think he wants to grade a 7 page paper? No

4 Pages maximum

Definitely has favorites

Tries his best not to show it

Everyone knows

Loves the quiet kids in the back who love reading

Reminds him of himself at that age

Ya know, a whole 5 years ago

Mr.Seo shows up in his classroom all the time, just to mess with him

The kids love it

Yang Jeongin

The other kindergarten teacher

The admins of the school put the quieter, more nervous kids into his room

Jeongin has a very gentle personality when it comes to kids

The shy ones tend to flock to him

His classroom closely resembles a herd of sheep

Just a bunch of baby sheep hiding behind protective mama sheep

Super calm, but someone messes with his kids?

He’ll fuck you up homie

While Mr.Han’s classroom is an explosion of bright colors, Mr.Yang’s is more pastels

Parents are amazed as their kids slowly open up

Seriously, sudden their super shy kiddo has like, five other super shy friends and won’t stop rambling about their cool teacher

Prefers a quieter way of teaching, unlike Jisung

Gentle nursery rhymes, soft blankets, no dance parties

Even though him and Mr.Han are polar opposites, they’re best friends

He calms the excitable teacher, and Han brings out his energy

It’s always funny watching the two classes interact

It’s like watching a sheep and fucking golden retriever interact

When the two classes go to gym?

Mr.Seo is in for a treat

One side of the class is screaming like madmen while running around, their teacher joining them

The other is calmly waiting for instructions on the line

Not that Mr.Han’s class is badly behaved, just… energetic

Mr.Yang just chills in the back of the gym, working on some lesson plans while his kids get their limited energy out

Nap times are the best

He sometimes joins in, but shhh, don’t tell the other teachers

Only Chris knows, and has a million photos of Mr.Yang napping at his desk while his students sleep soundly

#Stray kids au #Stray Kids #Stray kids fluff #OT8 #SKZ #Stay

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