author’s note: chance one of my faves™. He’s such a pure gem and this really puts how I feel about him into words. I got this idea as I work at a daycare and Brooklyn is the age of the kids that I work with so I just really wanted to write this.
disclaimer: I don’t own anything but my storyline and Y/N. This is a work of fiction
Y/N was glad that she came back to her old daycare and could work for them, it was the best thing to happen to her in the recent years, besides graduating high school and Brooklyn coming into her life.
Brooklyn wasn’t her child. No, Brooklyn was her best friend’s daughter and she would support him in anything really. Chance Perez had Brooklyn with G/N two years ago, back when they were 17 and unfortunately now G/N wasn’t in the picture. She had explained that she didn’t really want Brooklyn after giving birth to her, but Chance was hooked when he saw her first sonogram and wanted to raise her.
Chance has been living with his mom since then, studying to be a firefighter and work as an EMT so that Brooklyn could have the best life possible and Y/N never left his side. That’s what best friends were for. So while Chance worked Y/N had Brooklyn over at the daycare she worked at.
It was an easy system, plus one that came with the added bonus of a discount at the daycare with Y/N’s job.
So when Chance went to go finally chase his dream of being in a boy band, he had to leave Brooklyn behind for a while. He and his mom went out to LA, only an hour away from his home, but he didn’t want to take Brooklyn away from her routine.
When Chace called Y/N to tell her that he had made it through the top rounds, she was over the moon for him, even when the camera’s called to come interview and tape him around his home. Y/N while not being camera shy, was definitely worried about how she would come across the TV.
“Can you tell us about Chance?” the interviewer asked. Y/N was sitting on the same chair Chance sat at 20 minutes before, looking determined.
“He’s one of the most dedicated people I know. How much he loves his family and Brooklyn, even though she wasn’t planned. He loves with all of his heart and he’s such a great father and friend.”
The interview went on with the Boy Band producer, making Y/N grow nervous. Talking about Chance so much made her start to question things, mostly about her feelings. Back in the summer before seventh grade she had a tiny crush on him but got over it quickly when they got to school. She hadn’t really thought about it much when he was dating G/N because she had her own boyfriend; then when Brooklyn was born she was much more focused on the girl instead of her feelings, just like Chance. Now that she was talking about how good of a person he was, she was starting to realize that maybe her feelings of friendship were a little more.
So time went on and Chance went to the Top 30 audition, which was in front of the architects and they would narrow it down to 18, which would then bring them to three bands that would sing to an audience and the Architects would eliminate someone from each of those groups.
Chance spent about a week away from Seal Beach after that, spending time with his new band Reverb and getting to know their song Stay. It was tough for him, being away from his daughter and Y/N but with daily calls and FaceTimes to check up, he made it work.
He went home after Reverb’s performance so that he could gather more clothes and more of his things as he would be staying longer but still didn’t bring Brooklyn with him.
“So how about you guys come up here now, yeah? I miss you all so much and it’s only been three days but I was gone before that and I just really-”
Y/N laughed at Chance’s rambling, shutting him up with a blush. “It really does not take all that convincing to get me to go to LA and bring Brooklyn with me.”
“Really?” he asked, taking a sip of his water.
“Chance, you literally could have just said, when are you coming up and the answer would have been tomorrow.”
“Wait?” he paused. “Don’t you have to take care of work and Brooklyn at the daycare-”
“I did all of that the day you went back, but because you’re so needy,” she teased, “I didn’t get to surprise you with mine and Brooklyn’s appearance at your hotel.”
“Hey!” he shouted, gathering the attention of the other boys by him.
“Who are you talking to?” a voice asked.
“It’s Y/N,” another answered, “that girl that pretty much has him wrapped around her finger. He’s practically in love with her.”
Chance blushed, looking away from the camera on his phone to the boys. “Devin!” he whispered.
“Oh,” the second voice answered and Y/N assumed that was Devin. “Sorry, dude.”
Chance looked back at the camera seeing Y/N also blushing and he smiled at it. “About that,” he started but Brooklyn interrupted him.
“Daddy?” she asked, tugging on Y/N leg. She looked down at the young girl with a smile.
“Daddy,” Y/N answered, setting her phone down so that she could pull Brooklyn onto her lap so that they could both look at the phone.
“Tomorrow!” Brooklyn said happily, clapping her hands and showing her excitement.
“Yeah, tomorrow, baby girl!” Chance looked away from his daughter to Y/N, who wore a big grin with a lot of blush on her face. “Tomorrow, when you get here, I’m stealing the two of you away for a nice ice cream date.”
“Sounds great, Chance,” Y/N answered happily.
“And then I’ll take you on a date that night, for real.”
“Yeah?” Y/N asked, looking at him and smiling wide.
“God damn it, I didn’t think he was gonna ask her out that quick!” yelled another voice from the back, making Chance and the two girls laugh.
So I kinda wrote a different kind of fanfiction. It’s nothing as in depth as my other fics so I am going to post it here. ENJOY!!***Actor, Real Person Fanfiction, Walking Dead RPF***Featuring: Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Original Female Character, Norman Reedus and others.. (FYI this is total fiction, as in I know nothing about JDMs life or that of his real SO and son etc. Because of this, for this work of fiction, they don’t exist. Jeffrey’s been a typical actor playboy dating fellow stars etc. This is written for sick daydreaming pleasure.)
Aria St. James is a busy woman with a thriving restaurant. She thought she had everything she needed until a few famous faces visit her dining room. A tall, dark and handsome actor decides Aria’s just what he’s been looking for.
Rating: Mature : NSFW **dirty dirty**
I don’t have a masterlist for this fic yet but if you go to tags and choose Too Hot To Handle, it will pull them all up. Thanks!
Jeffrey held Aria against his side in bed, his fingers combing through her hair as they relaxed after their shower. He pressed his nose into her scalp as visions of her bent over taking it, had his stomach clenching and dick swelling again.
“I’m tired.” She mumbled into his chest as she watched him awaken below the sheet. Chuckling, Jeffrey kissed her forehead and replied, “Me too but my dick’s not apparently.” He felt her smile into his skin before her head tilted up to look at him. “Your dick’s insatiable.” “For you, yes.” Jeffrey spoke with a grin, his large hand stroking her smooth back and flared hip.
Wall flowing 🤸
Ok I admit i have a problem and may need some prop rehab 🤔 (and a good redecorater😉)
Seriously I think yogis would make the best architect’s or interior designers! If I was to build a house it would have 1 large blank white wall (with washable paint,🙈) another wall full of play stuff, ceilings with hanging bars, loads of light, a doorway frame perfectly built around my size, and rooms long enough for your camera to record without cutting off heads or legs 🤣 Oh an no furniture, anywhere! And maybe some spongy floors too 🤔
See! And I’m not even a qualified architect! 🤣
Ok back to work for me 😭 What a start to the week! 😭 Hope you all have a great week! How many hours left until Friday???😱
Here’s some more thoughts on the iZombie/Domestic Assassin AU crossover that my brain refuses to let go of:
In this version the separation between Elsa and Anna doesn’t happen until Elsa gets turned as a young adult. The two of them are thick as thieves for most of their lives.
Before dying, Elsa was studying to be an architect. When she suddenly dropped out Anna spent weeks trying to help her work through whatever problems she was having. Of course, Anna figured the problem was something like depression or PTSD following the Boat Party Massacre, not zombie-ism.
The first time Elsa goes into Full-On Zombie Mode is during a fight with her parents. That’s how they learn what she is, and how she learns that Emotions Are Dangerous. Nobody gets hurt, but the experience convinces Elsa that she needs to keep her distance from people she cares about and keep her emotions in check.
This is also when she learns her parents are assassins. A somewhat awkward conversation is had where they both agree that if Elsa ever goes full Romero, they will shoot her in the head.
An equally-awkward conversation follows about how they can use their job to supply Elsa with brains.
Before turning, Elsa was a brunette.
Hans is the one that scratches Elsa at the Boat Party Massacre. So she is less than enthusiastic when Anna ends up dating him later
The discussion she has with Hans about what will happen to him if Anna gets hurt is less a “shovel talk” and more a “eternal punishment that makes Prometheus think he got off light” talk
When Anna finally learns Elsa is a zombie she immediately starts to work on developing a cure
This involves having test rats. In the house. Where they also have a million cats. Chaos probably ensues.
Before dying Elsa had to contend with Anna constantly raiding her chocolate stash. Said stash now consists entirely of chocolate mixed with pepper–the hotter the better. Anna, who cannot stand spicy food, has made exactly one attempt at stealing Elsa’s chocolate since she died. Elsa almost considers becoming a zombie to be a fair price for the safety of her chocolate supply.
yo Allronix answered my Salty asks meme (and the answers easily pass as a meta for the fandom), and this part kind of made me smile, not in a nice way though: “What kind of woman could handle a brilliant, cheerful, crazy ball of energy like 80′s!Flynn?”
My opinion is: a woman that never existed, but was created by mediocre storytellers who have no sense of character building or continuity.
So here it is
Canonically Jordan Canas is an architect, designer of the ENCOM building and has designed several other office building as well. Ok.
In the US, if a 18 years old student decides to become an architect, they need to obtain an university degree, go through training and internship. It is around the age 33 when somebody actually becomes an architect. Designing a high rise building takes weeks/months, building such takes about two years. In 1982 the ENCOM building already houses the company with no sign of the ribbon having been cut recently. Long story short: the architect of the ENCOM tower should be in his/her forties/fifties in 1982, it is literally impossible for that person to be a twenty-something individual, the way Jordan is depicted in the Betrayal cartoon and in the flashback scenes of Legacy.
If you overlook this part, next step, in canon Jordan and Kevin Flynn meet in 1982. Flynn, who is not over his relationship with Lora Baines, freshly back from his first adventure on the Grid, newly appointed boss of ENCOM (the point I am trying to make, he is over occupied at this time), falls in love and proposes. Jordan, who must be a super intelligent person, does NOT notice that Flynn is not ready/not husband material at the time being/F*ING DISAPPEARS FOR HOURS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT WITH NO EXPLANATION, falls as well, and they marry.
Jordan gets pregnant immediately, giving up her career (in Betrayal we see her having a difficult pregnancy and being bedridden for the most part of it.) Throughout the years she never has second thoughts about Flynn’s obvious other life, she lays down as a living incubator. Again, we are talking about an accomplished professional here. She does not call out Flynn for not being there for her or for missing Sam’s birth.
Aaaaand in 1985 Jordan conveniently dies in a car accident. She is remembered as perfect, beautiful, whatever. Flynn dedicates a book for her or something.
Jordan Canas is an unrealistic, badly written character, and I can not make myself to care.
Okay because Mina is the best and I’m so proud that she has 3K followers, I did a thing.
Here’s my dumb interpretation of her percabeth Youtuber AU.
“In ten thousand years, no one’s even going to know about Youtube videos. I want to build something real, something that matters.” Annabeth’s voice was threatening to be drowned out by the raucous drone of the other attendees, all so excited that they get to spend a weekend with their favorite stars from the internet.
VIP pass strung around her neck, Canon camera in one hand, phone in the other - Annabeth was acutely aware of the time, and VidCon was running on schedule.
“You sure about that? Half a million of your subscribers might disagree with you.” Piper’s eyes were drawn upward at the sound of her name, and she smiled at the group of girls waving to her from the balcony above, simultaneously calling out their adoration. She had twice as many subscribers as Annabeth. After thanking them, she mumbled under her breath, “I will never get used to this.” Then she whipped around to add, “And what do you mean something that’s real? What we do isn’t real?”
“Well, no, it’s real. I mean, it doesn’t really have much permanence, right? It’s all just ones and zeroes.”
Piper froze in the middle of the packed aisle and put a hand on Annabeth’s shoulder. Her spectacular gaze seemed to pierce right through her very being. It was way different seeing it in person, rather than through a Skype call. “Please tell me you’re not quitting your channel. You’re so good. It would be a disservice to humanity.”
Annabeth laughed. “No! I’m not quitting! I’ve just been thinking about expanding, creating something bigger than myself.”
Good wood - ‘Lake’ a temporary museum by Studio Anne Holtrop. The curved timber maze was designed to stage an exhibition of landscape paintings. Made from untreated poplar, it had a lifespan of just six weeks.