#yes he could say 'you're not going to take your little brother trick or treating anymore?' and she'd be like !!! The perfect reason!

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hii!! Can I request Slashers with a Child reader who has telekinesis like eleven. It kinda sounds cheesy but its just an idea that came to my mind :)

Hannibal wants his child back.

Slashers with child! Reader who has telekinesis!

Michael 🔪

Holy shit.

Now he's only seen it in movies and first time he saw it he thought he was losing it.

Once you confirmed he wasn't he went back to Holy shit.

He's kinda worried you might throw things at him like a chair or knife. Wonders the many cool things you could do with this power.

You may or may not be brought into his murder sprees, only when he's having a hard time though. Doesn't want to look weak in front of a child.

Won't admit it but he loves to see you use your powers, very foreign and unique. You're becoming one of his favourite person of all time.

Sinclair brothers

They almost died.

Bo had to take off his invisible glasses with his hand on his mouth and just staring into space thinking about what he just saw you do. Once he clears his head he's calling you a child prodigy. Just hopes you won't mess with him because you have so many advantages and he can't compete with you. He'll still boss you around. Its his own way of saying that this quirk of yours won't make a negative impact on your relationship.

Vincent was shooketh. He thought telekinesis was only fantasy, he loves seeing you use your powers he may or may not ask you to help a bit in his basement. (you'd better say yes) would awkwardly just stare at you the whole time he's just admiring you. However if your ability causes you to bleed and exhaust after heavy use then he'll immediately make you stop and rest. Expect drastic very rare requests from you from then on.

Lester. Out of these two he's the most dramatic and enthusiastic person. Is very curious and if you could he would beg ask you to lift him and Jonesy. (Jonesy did not like that.) He's still going to treat you how he did before your ability was revealed to him. Yeah sure he loves your telekinetic power but he loves you more <3. If the bleeding thing also happens then he'll do the same thing as Vincent. Instead you two are going to sit down on the grass and drink cold beverages or if outdoor is not your thing then just some chilling inside the house.

Hannibal

I think I already did some like this. But if you want general hc which idk if I already did before since it's been so long, let me know so I can edit.

Billy & Stu

Both went batshit.

Billy was asking you "HOW DID YOU DO IT?? WHAT KIND OF NEW TRICK IS THIS!!??" Stu's brain was still being blown.

You took this as an opportunity to mess with them. You just asked them what they were talking about and just ran to your room.

Later that night you woke them up and told them you heard something downstairs and they went to go check.

Objects were flying everywhere and scaring the shit out of both ghostfaces. You were trying your hardest not to laugh so you can keep a secret a little while longer.

They both held a knife at all times after the incident. You secret lasted about maybe 2 weeks.

They still went batshit.

#slasher x reader #og michael myers #michael myers x you #rz michael myers #michael myers x reader #x child reader #child reader #sinclair twins #sinclair brothers #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #billy and stu #nbc hannibal #stu matcher x you #billy x y/n #vincent sinclair x you #bo sinclair x you #slasher x you #hannibal #nbc hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter #x you fluff #x you

[sunnyie-eve]

2 | Type

Series: Moon To My Sun

Paring Rodrick Heffley x Original female character Jefferson!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

| MASTERLIST |

As Millie was packing up to go home, Rodrick brings up his band's gig tonight, "I hope the crowd loves you guys." She tells him.

"I was wondering if you to come watch?" He scratches the back of his neck so she stops to look at him.

"You want me to come watch?"

"Yeah, I mean why not? We're kind of friends, right?" He asks hoping she says yes.

"I guess we are. I know you and spend quite some time with you now due to the tutoring." She thinks about it.

"Hey, I got a better grade on that quiz than I normally get. That 60 was the best I've gotten so far." Rodrick points out.

"That's very true. You know what, I'll come watch you guys." She agrees.

"Really? Great, now can you come back over a little earlier so you can help me with something. And bring your makeup..." He tells her.

"Sure, you're also my ride since I have no clue where you're playing. I'll see you in a bit." Millie leaves making him excited.

"Also you can just let yourself in when you come over!" He adds.

At her own house she talks to her mom asking her if she could go out tonight with a friend and her mother said she could but be safe. While in her room getting ready, Rowley walks by confused about her plans but goes to get ready for trick or treating tonight.

Like Rodrick said to come over early, he didn't say how early so when she finishes she just goes back over. It was gonna get dark soon anyway because they spent hours tutoring.

Remembering Rodrick's words, Millie just lets herself in and wonders if she should go upstairs so she does. Getting closer before going up the final stairs to his room she calls out to Rodrick.

"You can come up." He lets her know so when she comes into view he smiles.

"Now, why did you want me to bring my makeup bag with me?" She asks with a little giggle.

"I wanna wear eyeliner for tonight's gig. I watched a video on how to do it."

"Sure, and if you need any help I'll be right here." She passed him her bag taking a seat on his bed.

"You are the best person ever." Rodrick tells her, "I'll be right back." He leaves his room so she just sits there till he comes back, "How does it look?" He gives over to her.

"Take a seat." She pats the bed next to her, "You should get your waterline when you're going for that look. Now this might be uncomfortable but push through it if you wanna look good." She tells him then does it and he tries not to blink.

When she finishes he blinks a lot making Millie laugh at him, "Thanks." She just nods her head. Rodrick watches her play with her hands, "So you and Chase still chat?" He starts a conversation.

"He tries to talk to me. Flirts a lot." She rolls her eyes.

"He's not your type?" Rodrick laughs so she looks over at him.

"Not even close. He's full of himself, bullies others, and flirts with multiple girls. I could actually go on forever why he's not my type." She explains to him.

"What is your type, Millie?" He bats his eyes.

"Not Chase. Why do you want to know? What's your type?"

"Why do you want to know?" He smiles so they both laugh as the doorbell goes off. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that's your brother."

"Probably." She agrees as he goes downstairs leaving her. After getting bored she goes downstairs as he tries to scare the boys, "Rodrick, leave them alone." She smacks his back.

"Your plans are with Rodrick?" Rowley looks at the two.

"Hey, Rodrick. I need you to help me out-," Frank walks into the room carrying two buckets of water. "Are you wearing eyeliner?" He looks at his son closer.

Rodrick didn't think it was a big deal, "Millie helped me too." He looks at her so she smiles at Frank.

"Susan!" He yells for his wife.

"I'm on door duty." She replies back to him.

The younger two leave the room then Frank follows leaving River and Rodrick alone, "He just doesn't get it." Millie tells him.

"Thank you." He pets the top of her head so she moves his hand.

"I'm not a pet." She laughs before they leave for his gig.

For their gig, Millie didn't really care for their music entirely. It was mainly because of the lyrics to the songs. All the instruments were great, and the singing was good but needed to improve a bit.

"Can you believe they actually chose them as the entire act?" Millie hears Chase talking to one of his friends so she looks back at him. "Millie." He goes over to her.

"Chase," She says not happy to see him.

"Who are you here with?" He asks but she doesn't answer him. "Hello?" He taps her shoulder.

"Huh?" She plays dumb.

"I said who are you here with?"

"Sorry, I can't hear you with them playing." She lies to him.

"Let's get out of here." He grabs her arm tugging her with him so she tries fighting for her arm back.

"Dude, let me go!" She fights with him.

Rodrick had been watching Millie enjoy their entire set since they started so now he saw Chase and her. He knew automatically that Millie was trying to get free so he stopped playing yelling into his mic.

"Let her go, Holt! Obviously, she doesn't want to leave with you!" Everyone looks over at where he is pointing out in the little crowd.

"Seriously, Heffley?" Chase doesn't let go of River's arm.

"He's my friend so I'm supporting him. And yes, he's my friend. So leave me alone. Make fun of me, I don't care. Rodrick is a hell of a lot better than you are as a person and he's not entirely the best either at times." She finally gets her arm free.

"Have fun with the freak." Chase and his friends leave.

"I will!"

"You okay?" Rodrick pops up next to Millie startling her since she thought he was still on stage.

"Oh, yeah." She gives him a smile.

"That was our last song anyways so we gotta pack up then we can leave." He lets her know so she nods her head.

Rodrick drops Millie off at her house but she sits in the passenger seat without getting out yet, "You know, I miss my old school so much. My friends... I hate it here." She turns her head to look at him as she rests her head back.

"Yeah, it sucks here. Especially at school and the people there, but I'm here." He does the same as her.

"That's the one positive thing being here." She smiles going to open the door.

"River,"

"Huh?" She turns back to him.

"Thank you, for what you told Holt. Especially the part where I'm better than him, but you could have left out the sometimes part." He chuckles a bit.

"Nah, I still get to get a dig at you. That's the fun part for me." She sends him a wink getting out and going towards her house.

#diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick x reader #rodrick imagine #greg heffley #rowley jefferson #devon bostick #opposites attract #friends to lovers

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Idle Gossip

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

Loki's a longer and you're stuck with him.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍯🍯🍯

“It’s just a hobby,” Kitty smiles as she presses a fingernail with pink paint into her thumb, “keeps me busy.”

“I’d love to watch,” you say, “I’ve been trying to perfect my souffles but I haven’t managed any that didn’t fall yet.”

“Everyone wants souffles,” she trills, “but I find them overrated. Cinnamon buns, easy and always good.”

“Ah, yes, darling,” Loki sits beside you, interrupting the conversation and your rare moment of peace. Peace being a moment you aren’t stressing over him, “you might learn a thing or two.” He extends his hand as he leans forward, “Loki.”

She takes his hand softly and he pulls his little trick, turning it as he kisses her knuckles before sitting back on the cushion. 

“The young one, Peter, he tells me you’re quite successful in your little baking habit,” he intones, “a book even. Perhaps, you might be so generous as to issue my betrothed a copy.”

“Loki,” you swallow as you smile at Kitty, “really, it’s fine. I can order a copy of it. I wouldn’t expect that–”

“Oh, not at all! I can send you an e-copy no problem.” she waves off your protest, “I’ve already promised one to Coco and she won’t listen to me when I tell her she could have one of her own. Says she’s too busy, which I don’t doubt with her husband.”

“Mm,” you nod and glance around the room. Which one was Coco with again?

“Bucky,” Kitty offers, “dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a look that makes you want to melt, and not entirely in a good way.”

“Ah,” you shift as Loki wraps his arm around you, hooking his hand around your hip. Thor’s voice rumbles from the other side of the room as he chats with the other blonde among their bunch; Steve? 

“I should go find Peter,” Kitty stands and presses a wrinkle out of her skirt, “and maybe a refill,” she raises her empty glass, “I’ll see ya.”

You smile as you watch her go. You look at Loki as his eyes cling to you, judging you.

“You’re slouching,” he remarks tersely.

You frown and push your shoulders straight. He’s come to you because you’re the only one in the room who will give him the time of day. You know that but it offers you little strength against his searing green eyes.

“Sorry,” you fold your hands over your knee.

“I really think the green dress was preferable,” his gaze drifts down to your sapphire satin choice, “but I do like this on you.” He pinches the fabric along your waist, “you can wear the green for me tonight, though it may not be salvageable.”

“Yes, my prince,” you answer compliantly.

His brows scrunch together as a line ripples above. “Hm, that Muffin creature, you’ve been overly friendly with her,” he drawls, “she is rather pushy for one who doesn’t say a word.”

“She’s nice–”

“She’s got my brother wrapped around her empty-skulled finger,” he snorts, “do not let her give you any ideas, yes? I am not my brother.”

“My prince,” you fidget and reach for your wine glass. His hand slips along your lower back and he watches you drain the last of the champagne.

“How much of that have you had?” He asks and you quickly set the stem back on the table.

“Just one,” you reply, “I thought, because it’s a party–”

“Yes, yes, one is fine,” he leans back on the couch, his hand following a fold in your dress as he watches his fingertip explore. He grins and gives a chuckle.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing,” he says vaguely. You don’t believe him. You’ve fallen for many of his tricks but his lie is obvious.

“Please, tell me, did I do something?” You turn to look at him, craning awkwardly.

“You did nothing at all, darling,” he tickles along your arm, “I only wonder when my brother will tell her.”

“Tell… Muffin?”

“Oh yes, I’m certain she’d be thrilled to know she’s a wife already,” Loki muses, “it’s every woman’s dream, isn’t it?”

The last two words sink in like a knife. Both a slash at you and Muffin, your heart torn between yourself and her. You peek over at her as she presses the volume button on the bluetooth and wiggles her bottom.

Muffin married? And how could she not know? More importantly, what did Thor do and why didn’t he tell her?

#loki #loki x reader #dark loki #dark!loki #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #sweet treats #mcu #marvel #thor #avengers

[trin-gvf]

J.T.K - trick or treat pt.4

2.6k word MINORS DNI

dom!jake x fem!reader

this is the last fic for the trick or treat series so i went all out! there are mentions of blood and knife play so pleaseee skip if that triggers you!!

WARNINGS: slight blood play, knife play, hate sex, slapping, breeding kink, spit, mask kink, biting, oral (m receiving), restriction, face fucking, dirty talk, degradation, edging, unprotected sex, choking

you were in a tense situation. you were at a halloween festival and you were playing a game where you had to pop balloons. jake was on the right of you and whoever popped all the balloons won. you couldn't say you were on good terms with jake.

in other words, he hated you. maybe the feeling was mutual. you had 5 balloons left and the rest of the boys were cheering you on.

"yes y/n! come on, come on!!" they all cheered. you were finally on your last balloon but your aim was shit.

"fuck!" jake yelled, seeing that you were in the lead. he took his scream mask off when he heard the other boys erupt in even louder screams.

"she won! she won!" they all screamed, hugging you.

"what the fuck ever! i could barely fucking see because of this piece of shit mask!" he screamed. you hadn't noticed how serious he was when you spoke out.

"suck it, jakey!" you laughed, gesturing to your lower region.

you practically saw steam blow out of his ears. you knew he hated hearing that nickname come from you.

"fuck off, y/n! i'm going home, what fucking BULLSHIT!" he yelled particularly loud.

you stood dumbfounded along with his brothers. you looked at josh, his eyes were wide open.

"what was that about…?" you asked josh.

"i-..i don't know- it's just a game. he never-" josh took a breath.

"never gets this mad."

you looked at sam and danny, both of them also left speechless.

"i should go talk to him.." you muttered.

"no no no that's not a good idea" sam said, josh nodding with him.

"yeah, no. let him calm down," josh spoke, knowing it was for your own good.

you nodded and continued to hang out with the boys for another hour or so before all of you decided you should head out for the night.

you decided to get a ride back with josh.

"hey josh..can you take me to jake's? i really should apologize" you said reluctantly. josh hesitated before answering you.

"yeah..just be careful." he said.

you nodded and within 10 minutes you were outside his house. you saw nothing but the living room light on. you opened the car door, taking a deep breath before standing up.

"if you need anything, just call me." josh half smiled at you.

"thanks, josh" you smiled back, blowing him an air kiss.

you were so close with the brothers but you just never hit it off with jake. thoughts roamed your head as you knocked on his front door. the door slowly opened and the view in front of you was undeniably hot. jake had sweatpants on, no shirt, some necklaces and his scream mask on.

"what do you want?" he spat at you.

"i- why do you have- um.." you stuttered. although the view was hot, you were curious as to why he still had the mask on.

he took it off as he got angrier.

"what. the fuck. do you. WANT." he barked at you.

"i just wanted to apologize-" you were dragged inside of his home. you looked over to his living room and saw his phone set up with a perfect view of where you figured he was sitting.

you took one more overlook over him and saw his best attempt to hide his boner in his sweatpants.

was he…recording himself? you pondered to yourself before being pulled back into reality.

"the fucking audacity you have." he said through gritted teeth.

"suck it jakey" he mimicked you.

"what is your problem with me? what did i ever fucking do to you? you're such a DICK" you yelled back at him.

"my fucking problem, y/n, is that you act like a prissy little bitch." he said, backing you up against the front door.

"i came to apologize but if you're going to act like a cunt, i can leave." it was now your turn to bitch at him.

you didn't even realize you were backing up until you hit the door. your heart started to race and you had to admit, you were a little scared.

"cmon, little girl. do it, what you came here for. apologize." he said, his whiskey soaked breath now hitting your face.

"don't call me that!" you yelled at him. your body took over, not giving you time to think. you spit in his face and watched as his mouth hung open slightly, wiping it off with his fingers.

"you're in for it now." his voice came out as a guttural growl, throwing you over his shoulder. you kicked and punched around, hitting his back with your hands.

"let go of me! fuck you!" you struggled to say. he lifted up your frilly dress and landed a hard smack on your ass.

"ow fuck!" you cried out.

"your safe word is red." he muttered as he threw you down on his bed.

your fairy wings were starting to jab into your shoulder blades as you laid there, causing you to squirm in discomfort.

"look at how pathetic you are." jake dryly chuckled.

"shut the fuck up jake." you whined, attempting to sit up. that was quickly lived when jake pushed you back down.

"do you really think you're in control here, little girl?" he asked rather calmly.

you gave a growl-ish sound towards the man leaning above you.

"now you stay fucking put while i get something." he scowled at you.

the second you were out of his view, you threw the wings you had on to the floor. for a couple of seconds you questioned what you were doing. with jake especially.

he walked back into the room and took a look at the wings on the floor.

"what a fucking brat. can't listen for shit, huh?"

jake set several items down before his hand collided with your cheek, leaving your cheek stinging and red. you couldn't help but moan at the pain.

"you whore."

jake slowly took in your body, letting a lonesome finger run down it. the way your dress situated itself, your tits were halfway out, nipples rubbing against the very top of it.

"i'm going to fuck you until youre dumb." he said before sitting you up and pushing your hands behind your back, grabbing a guitar strap. he tightly tied them together and enjoyed the sound of your whimpers. you tried to pull against the restraints but to no surprise it just dug into your skin.

jake pulled you into a standing position, pulling your dress down making it gather at your ankles. you swiftly kicked it away when jake pushed your shoulders and forced you on your knees.

he pulled his boxers down ever so slightly and let his cock swing in front of his face.

"open." he said.

you did as you were told, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. before you could do it yourself, jake grabbed a handful of your hair and forced his cock down your throat.

a loud gag made its presence, almost bouncing off the walls. your nose touched his lower stomach and tears were already pricking your eyes.

he kept your head still with the handful of hair he had and started to fuck into your throat. wet noises and cries muffled themselves around jake's cock. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying your best to focus on not gagging again.

"fucking gag, whore. i know you want to. let me here how fucking hard it is. wanna hear you struggle." his voice came between his gritted teeth. one last, deep thrust and gave his cock a rest, not wanting to cum yet.

his chest heaved as he calmed down, pulling out of your mouth. a string of spit hung itself between the two of you. jake looked down at you, smirking, still catching his breath. he gave you a hard smack and grabbed your face.

"are you gunna be nice for me, little girl?" he asked, tilting his head. he knew how bad that nickname got under your skin and he loved it.

"fuck. you." you growled.

he pulled your head back and you cried out in pain.

"fucking god!" your eyes started to water again.

he let go of your hair and kneeled down to your ear.

"god isn't here, babe, but i am." he chuckled as he stood you back up, throwing you onto the bed.

he leaned over, biting into your skin. he left bite marks from your shoulders, to your stomach and down to your thighs. he roughly took your panties off, throwing them wherever. he gave a smack or two to your clit, making you jerk.

"aw you poor, little thing. so wet. and who for?" he said, gliding a fing up and down your slit.

when you didn't answer he got even angrier.

"i asked..FOR. WHO." he yelled at you.

"for you! fucking for you!" you pressed your thighs together, needing friction between your legs.

jake walked over to the items he had sat down and picked up a knife.

your heart started beating faster, if that was even possible. you felt like a rabbit running from its prey.

"now, you better sit still or i could seriously hurt you. do you understand?"

"yes sir." you said back.

he slipped his scream mask on and slowly straddled your body, he looked so fucking good above you.

he started softly pressing the knife between your tits. you couldn't see his face but you knew this fucker was smirking.

when he got to your stomach, he dragged it along your skin a bit harder, causing you to wince. thanks to the wince you let out, the knife cut a short line into your body.

"oh..look at that. don't know how to listen?"

he watched the small beads of blood start to form onto your cut. he spread the blood onto his thumb, pressing it to your lips, giving you a cue to open your mouth. as you did so, he spread the blood onto your tongue.

he groaned watching you close your mouth. he kicked off the clothes he had on, letting his cock move freely now.

he tapped his cock onto your clit and then brought it down, letting his cock enjoy the wet, warm feeling it provided. he took the knife to your throat and started to fuck into you.

you gasped, making the knife press harder into your skin, but not hard enough to cut into you.

"if only you could see your pretty, dumb little face." he said as he started to pick his pace up.

your nails dug into his upper arms, definitely leaving them to be bruised later.

"jake please- fuck" you cried.

"don't you fucking dare." he scowled at you, throwing the knife onto the floor. the knife was replaced with his hand, squeezing at the sides of your throat.

you couldn't help but clench around his cock, continuing the assault to your cunt.

"what a greedy cunt. could take my cock over and over."

he pulled out, letting you come down from your almost-orgasm. you squirmed under him, hating the feeling of being edged.

he did it again…and again..and. again.

many ruined orgasms later and you were yet again on the verge. your makeup was smeared, your eyes wouldn't stop crying and your hair was a fucking mess.

"sir please! let me cum! fucking pLEASE!" you sobbed as he finally pushed you over the edge. you vision went black, you couldn't hear your own voice at the point and jake was still fucking into you.

when you came back down, jake had a hand over your mouth, fucking deeper into you.

you bit into his finger as he spoke to you.

"gunna fill you the fuck up. want me to fuck my cum into you, hm? fill your slutty little womb with my kids?" he was so out of breath but that made it hotter. the cold material of the mask was such a drastic change from your burning hot skin.

you nodded quickly as he spilled into you. you were sure this was the biggest load you've ever received. jake's hips snapped into yours as he shot ropes of cum.

his hips slowed and came to a stop. when you both came back to reality, the energy was unspeakable.

you winced as jake pulled out of you, being too sensitive. he stood on his knees and took the mask off. he took deep, open mouthed breaths. his hair was a mess and there were bites on his chest that you didn't even remember placing there. you closed your eyes to try and calm down until you felt a warm towel cleaning between your legs.

"jake what are you-" you asked, looking down at him.

"shut up. i don't like you but i'm not a dick."

"just-...didn't expect it." you said, laying your head back down. he bandaged your cut before taking the guitar strap off of your wrists. they were red and your shoulder blades were now sore, arms numb from being in one position for so long. handed you your panties and an old shirt of his.

"here. return it in the morning. you know where the spare bedroom is." he muttered.

you nodded, putting your panties back on and slipping his shirt on.

the second you tried to stand, your legs gave out on you, making you sit back on the bed.

"uhm..can you- can you help me?"

"god, you're such a handful." he groaned.

"shut up, you're the one who did this."

"and you're the one who was a brat in the first place." he argued back.

he picked you up bridal style, carrying you to his spare bedroom. he fixed the blankets and helped you lay down.

within seconds you were out, softly snoring.

—

the next morning came and you knew you had to get going soon. but all you had was your costume from the previous night.

"fuck!" you whisper yelled.

you quickly dialed josh's phone number, thanking god he answered.

"hey, mamas. what's up?" he asked through the phone.

"um..long story but i'm still at jake's and i uhhhh..i need you to go to my house and bring me some clothes." you shut your eyes as you talked to him.

"yeah for sure..but why?" he questioned.

"don't ask." you groaned.

josh agreed to meet you in about 15 minutes.

you hung up and slowly but surely made your way to the bathroom. you were still as sore as a bitch but at least you could walk this morning. your eyes went wide when you saw yourself in the mirror.

hickies littered your neck, even a single bite mark. you lifted your shirt to see numerous bite marks and bruises.

you sighed and did your business, brushed your hair with one of jake's brushes, hoping he wouldn't notice. by the time you got done, josh was sitting in the living room with his twin. his eyes too went big when he saw you. jake had nothing on his face other than a smug smirk.

"jesus christ- are you- what the- what happend?!" he asked, handing you your clothes.

"like i said, long, long story." you went back to the spare bedroom and put on your new set of clothes. you tossed jake's shirt back in his, it landing on the bed.

you didn't say much other than a "bye" to jake as you left.

"so are you going to explain what the FUCK happened last night?!" josh asked again.

"i don't think you want to know about your brother's sex life, josh." you laughed

"SEX?!"

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #greta van fleet smut #jake #sammy #danny #sammy kiszka smut #danny wagner smut #josh kiszka smut #jake kiszka smut #josh #joshua kiszka #josh gvf #jake gvf #sammy gvf #sam gvf #danny gvf #dannywagner #sammy kiszka #jacob kiszka #jacob gvf #daniel wagner

[russellsppttemplates]

Lewis bringing Roscoe over to your and George’s place for a few days while he goes on vacation and Olivia and Arthur are excited

"Again, thank you for doing this on such a short notice", Lewis said as he handed you the food bag for Roscoe to have throughout the week, "No worries, we're glad we could help and I'm sure the kids will love having him around", you said as you urged the dog inside after bidding Lewis goodbye for his vacation.

Placing the mat and his bowls down, you let Roscoe get used to the house, his feet pattering around as you got the breakfast foods on the table, later hearing some heave steps down the stairs, "Roscoe, there you are, big guy", you heard George's voice before you saw him, the relaxed outfit of some shorts and a t-shirt with his hair unstyled making him look so domestic and handsome, "Good morning darling, I'm not sure how the kids are still asleep knowing Roscoe is downstairs", he said as he hugged you, kissing your lips briefly, "actually, I think I forgot to tell them. Lewis called two days ago and between everything I don't think I actually said that Roscoe was spending a few days with us", you scrunched your nose, "Well, that makes a nice surprise then", he smiled.

About ten minutes later, you heard commotion upstairs, prompting you to go up to make sure the kids were okay, "Good morning, my loves, how did you sleep?", you said to Olivia and Arthur from the hallway, your little boy rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with the sleeves of his Spiderman pyjamas, "Mummy, cuddles", he said as he stretched his arms for you to pick him up, doing so as you brushed the brown locks out of his eyes, "there is a surprise for you guys downstairs", you mused before Olivia's eye lit up, your oldest maker her way down the stairs, gasping when she heard a bark, "did you hear that, Arthur?", she asked her brother, the boy asking you to put him on the ground before they ran inside the kitchen to find the dog, "Roscoe!", they cheered, completely ignoring George, "Hello, my beautiful children. How did you sleep? I slept very well, thanks for asking", he teased, Olivia picking up on his sarcasm, "Daddy, you're here everyday, Roscoe isn't, that why we went to pet him", she said as she stroked the bulldog's tummy, George shaking his head at her smart comeback, "you know she's all you when she says those things", he chuckled, "she's always my daughter when she tells the hard truths, hm?".

Throughout the week, the kids grew used to having Roscoe around, taking turns in whose room he would sleep in that night, feeding him one too many treats as they played tricks with him. When they got home from school, they would go and change out of their uniform and into comfortable outside clothes so they could play, "Go get the ball Roscoe!", Arthur would yell outside in the garden while later Olivia would have his head on her lap, scratching his head as he snoozed, "Mummy, daddy, can we get a dog?", she asked, "you guys saw how much care a dog needs this week, right?", you reasoned, sharing the opinion that it would be good for them to grow up with a four legged bestfriend, "yes, but we can help you mummy", she said, "yeah, we will!", Arthur supported as you looked at George, "I think we can manage it better now, the kids are grown up enough and having a little guy around wouldn't be too bad", he mused, Olivia jumping in his lap while a huffing Roscoe got up and layed next to Arthur who happily grabbed his ears, your daughter already chatting her father's ears off as she mentioned all the names she liked.

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#george russell blurb #f1 blurb #inês writes blurbs

[scarisd3ad]

－ 𝘙𝘦𝘥 －

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮！𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦

Not my gif!

𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 ➪ 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁

𝗙𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲,

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁

𝗜 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗛𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲,

𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗛𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀

𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀

It was Halloween! I can't say it's my favorite holiday but it was definitely not my least favorite. If I had to list the holidays Halloween would be in a solid second place behind Christmas.

Dustin and his friends were all dressing up as the ghostbusters to school today, I tried to tell him no one dresses up to school once you get in middle school but he didn't listen to me. "Oh! I want to see those pearls. Yeah!" My mom squealed as she took pictures of Dustin. Mews sat in my lap as I rolled my eyes. I patted her head as she meowed "yeah he looks pretty stupid doesn't he mews?" I giggled "your the one talking to the cat y/n" Dustin rolled his eyes "well at least the cat doesn't steal my shirts" I scoffed "I do not!" I rolled my eyes "sure where's all my horror movie shirts then?" I asked his face instantly turned a bright red "I knew it! Give 'em back Dustin!" I shouted "ok, ok calm down it's time for school" my mom said trying to settle us down.

"You gonna ride your bike today?" I asked as we walked out the door, he nodded "ok I'll see you later" I said as I unlocked my car.

➪➪➪

I walked up to my car, after the last bell rang. "Hey gorgeous" billy was standing next to his car presumably waiting for his sister. "Hey" I smiled "your waiting for your sister?" I asked "step sister" he corrected "oh sorry" I mumbled "but yeah that asshole is late again" he groaned as he leaned against his car "I've gotta go over there and pick my brother up I can see if she's there" I offered "no need there she is" he pointed to as she walked up to us. "Your late again." He said bitterly "yeah, I had to get catch-up homework" she said quietly. "Jesus I don't care" he chuckled. "You're late again, and your skating home. Do you hear me?" He threatened.

He threw his cigarette to the ground, "well I'll see you tomorrow sweetheart" he smirked as he got into his car. He quickly speed off before I could even say a word.

"Really him?" Steve came walking up behind me. "Last time I checked I don't have a boyfriend so does it matter?" I muttered "no. but why him? he seems like an asshole" Steve sighed "well I dated you. you didn't just seem like an asshole you were an asshole still are one" i grumbled. "Ok I understand your still mad-" I quickly cut him off "yeah I'm sure as hell still mad! You gave me this whole thing about how you loved me, and you wouldn't hurt me again! Your a fucking asshole and a liar" I pushed past him to get to my drivers side door. "I didn't mean to hurt you" he said quietly "well you did Steve, so if you don't mind please just stop talking to me" I said slamming my car door.

I quickly drove to the middle school, they weren't there. Those little assholes left without even telling me. As I was driving home I spotted the boys on the side of the road. I pulled over "what happened?" I asked "some dude tried to hit us!" Dustin shouted. "Get in the fucking car" i muttered, "why'd you leave?!" I asked just raising my voice a little. "You were late so we decided to bike" Dustin muttered . "Well I was talking to someone so next time just wait" I said softly.

➪➪➪

Normally I was the one to take the boys trick or treating but due to me having to babysit a one year old this year I couldn't so Jonathan took up the opportunity to spend time with his little brother.

"Ok so mom said you need to be back at nine ok?" I asked as I held Laura on my hip. "Yes ok" Dustin groaned "ok I'll see you later ok be safe" I said as I waved goodbye to Jonathan and the boys.

"I guess we're all by ourselves aren't we Laura?" I coo'd as I closed the door. She giggled as clapped her hands together. "Let's go play" I said softly as I walked into my room. I sat her on the ground with a bunch of toys and sat next to her. "Look Laura" I said as I picked up a small teddy bear and making it press kisses all over the baby's face. She giggled as she grabbed the toy. She babbled as she threw the toy "aw Laura you don't like that one?" I coo'd as I picked up another toy and handed it to her.

At some point in time she started to get fussy. "Aw come on are you hungry?" I asked as I picked up the crying baby. "You want some.." I stuck my hand in her diaper bag and pulled out a jar of baby food and a spoon. "Pears?" I walked into the dining room and sat her into an old high chair we had. I put a bib on her and then started to feed her. "Open up" I said as I spooned some food into her mouth.

➪➪➪

I sat in my room the baby sat on my lap as she drank her bottle. "Y/n!" I quickly snapped my head towards my window, there sat a very sad looking Steve harrington. I sat the baby down on my bed and quickly opened the window. "What do you want steve?" I asked he quickly stumbled into my room, "she doesn't love me" he cried as he fell into my arms "are you drunk?" I asked "a little" he mumbled. "What happened Steve?" I asked as I wiped a couple tears from his cheeks. "She said I'm bullshit, that she doesn't love me" he cried "who Steve?" I asked "Nancy" he sighed. "Oh" i mumbled "I'm stupid, shit I'm sorry I shouldn't have broken up with you y/n" he cried "you loved me" he mumble. "Take me back" he grabbed both my hands "no Steve I'm not doing this to myself again" I sighed "I'm not going to invest everything into our relationship for you to leave me three months later because Nancy's into you again" I pushed him off of me. "What?" His face softened "Im not putting myself through that again Steve" I said softly.

"You don't love me anymore?" He asked "I didn't say that" I sighed "I just don't want to put everything I have into a relationship for you to leave me again" I said "I won't I promise" he begged "no Steve, sit here I'm going to get you some water don't hurt the baby" I said. I walked into the kitchen, he was just drunk tomorrow he'd wake up, forget about everything he said and then go back to being all over Nancy. That's what he did. He had called me several times drunk or high begging me to take him back, the next day he had forgotten and was all over nancy again. I filled up a glass of water and grabbed a bag of chips before walking back into my room.

"Hi baby!" He coo'd as he bounced Laura on his knee. I couldn't lie this melted my heart I didn't know Steve was good with kids, he seemed like the type of guy to hate kids. "I've got you some water, and some chips" I said setting them both down on my bed side table. "What's her name?" He asked "Laura" I replied "hi Laura! Your so cute" he coo'd. She giggled and grabbed at his finger.

"Here let me hold her so you can sober up" i said handing him the glass. He nodded and handed me Laura. He practically swallowed the whole glass in a couple seconds, "ca..can I stay here my mom will be pissed if she finds out I was drunk" he sighed I nodded "sure but your sleeping on the floor" I mumbled. "Let me see the baby" he said making grabby hands for the baby. I rolled my eyes and handed her back to him.

"Hi! I'm better than y/n right?" He asked making her giggle "your stupid" I groaned as I sat back against my headboard. She started to yawn and fall forwards into Steve chest, "I think she's tired" Steve said "no shit sherlock" I rolled my eyes. "Here sit against the headboard" I said. He quickly sat next to me, I laid Laura against his chest. "She'll go to sleep fast" I sighed, Steve wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I looked up at him giving him a 'what are you doing?' Look. "Just relax, I'm not gonna hurt'cha" he said softly.

"I didn't see you to be the type of person to be good with kids" I said quietly not trying to wake the now sleeping baby. "Well I didn't see you to be the type of person to be into billy Hargrove" he laughed "We're not going to be talking about this again?" I groaned "I'm just saying why him?" He asked "I don't like him ok he actually kinda makes me uncomfortable" i muttered. "Why don't you just tell him to stop?" He asked "have you seen him? He looks like he could knock me out with one punch" I said. "I could talk to him" Steve offered "Steve.." I sighed "you got beat up by Jonathan byers, I don't think I want you saying anything to billy" I giggled.

"Y/n! Look what-" Dustin quickly cut himself off when he saw Laura sleeping on Steve chest. "Shut up" i hissed "Woah what is he doing here?" Dustin asked pointing at Steve "helping" I said leaning my head on his shoulder.

#Spotify #fanfics #x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joyce byers #will byers #jim hopper #dustin henderson #stranger things 2

[abluescarfonwaston]

Franziska didn’t really get to do Halloween before Miles came to the house, both because she was little and it wasn’t a priority. (Also they’re german so it’s not really a thing for them. VK wouldn’t have celebrated it even when he was in country.) But he asks what she wants to dress up as and her eyes get all big when he explains the holiday and now Miles is taking her out.

She is dressed up like Papa. He couldn’t come so the effect is greatly diminished but she still loudly proclaims that she’s the Best prosecutor when people ask. Puffs out her little chest like ‘guess!’ After a few houses of ???? that’s what she thinks prosecutors dress like? Miles just takes to saying she’s dressed up like her Father. That gets a great deal more cooing.

Miles isn’t dressed up but people keep thinking he is. They get a fair amount of candy before Franziska starts shivering because its COLD. But she wants to keep going!!! More candy Miles!!!! He says Missile is getting cold and they have to turn around, but they’ll hit the houses that look good.

They pour out their bags like Larry, Phoenix and him did last year so they can swap for the stuff they like best. Franziska is four and never had access to this much candy before. She immediately starts stuffing her chubby little baby face with it. He has to slow her down because if she gets sick there is No way they get to do this again.

She spends a Great deal of time every year thinking of matching costumes for them to wear. Miles Objects but is frequently subjected to them anyway. He takes her every year until she’s 9 and declares that she’s too old for trick or treating because she’s an Adult.

He stares at the carefully crafted matching costumes peeking out from where they were stuffed under her bed. Sighs and shakes his head. “I already signed us up for the trick or treating on campus Franziska. It would be unprofessional to back out now.” Which is enough to get her out one last time.

He watches her carefully meter out her candy because she can Only eat x amount in y time so she must carefully ration it out like an Adult especially since she isn’t going anymore- because Again. She is an adult. He sits across from her and lets her ‘trade’ her worst candy neither of them will eat for the best ones at unfair prices and wishes he could tell her you’re not an adult. And you shouldn’t have to pretend to be one. But he knows that’d just make her angry so he just quietly lets her take all the best candy and laments not getting to go again.

#miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #yes he could say 'you're not going to take your little brother trick or treating anymore?' and she'd be like !!! The perfect reason! #which might be what she says at 10 #Kay is 17 and still goes with sebastian #Miles thinks they're too old but does take them when they ask #having an adult with us will really Sell the fact were kids #Trucy and Pearl too #this man is vibrating with joy he gets to dress up and see his (not) kids excited #They carved pumpkins and kay got a glorp in his hair #Simon owns the scariest looking house on the block #and sits still as a statue with Taka #(The eyes follow you) #and then moves to hand them candy and half the kids scream and run away #the other have get extra candy

[mortalfaerie]

STRANDED IN TIME (M. F.) 2/?

Matthew Fairchild x Lost Herondale! Reader

Y/N Herondale gets her just deserts when snooping in Cirenworth's attic sends her back over 100 years.

An indeterminate amount of time passed as you drifted in and out of consciousness. You recalled a silent brother standing over you, buts of hushed and worried conversation, and one occasion when you woke to Tessa sitting by your side, a cold cloth on your forehead and her mixing a tincture by your bedside.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak in your current state, but remembered vaguely that Tessa excelled in healing magic. You tried to reach out to her, but found you lost consciousness again before you could.

When you finally did wake without horrible pain, you found yourself in a narrow bed, in a cotton nightgown you'd never seen, but unmistakably in the London Institute's infirmary, the painted ceiling distinct.

What happened? Did Tessa and Jem take you here because you had been sick? Was Kit okay? Where was everyone? These questions pounded in your head as you stood from the bed, and cautiously padded to the double doors leading to the hallway. You opened the door to look out, but found Tessa and two people you didn't know - one being the man who had carried you - talking outside the door. They all looked to you, pausing, and then Tessa exclaimed, "Oh goodness, you're awake at last."

"I- what happened? Where's Kit? Why are we in London?" You asked, looking rapidly from person to person.

"You should have a seat, if you're able." said the other person - a petite woman of perhaps 40 or 50.

"What's going on?" you asked again, increasingly alarmed. "Is Kit okay? Where's my brother? I want to see him!"

"I'm sure we can help you find your brother as soon as we know who you are." The taller man assured you.

You looked again to Tessa, exasperated. "Tessa, what's going on? You know me, I- Kit and I live with you and Jem and Mina in Devonshire." Your voice started to wobble as panic set in.

"I- I'm sorry, I don't think that we've ever met before now." Tessa said, her face earnestly confused.

Tears spilled over your cheeks as you looked desperately to the other two adults.

"I'm Y/N Herondale." You choked out. "My little brother is Kit, you took us in after our dad was killed. We used to live in Los Angeles but we moved here after the Cohort - Tessa, please, you have to remember me."

At the name Herondale, all parties looked shocked and concerned. You cried earnestly now, shocked and panicked and feeling like you were living in a waking nightmare. You didn't pay much mind as they sheparded you into a chair in the infirmary, and the man called for tea from the kitchen. A blanket was draped around your shoulders, lest you go into shock, and when tea was pressed into your hands you finally ceased crying.

"Now," Tessa said softly, seated beside you and across from the others, "Why don't you tell us from the beginning what you remember, Y/N."

With a shuddering breath, you began. "My name is Y/N Herondale. My dad was Johnny Rook, and my mother was Rosemary Herondale. My mom died before I can remember, and only a bit after my brother Kit was born. We grew up with mundanes were always told we just had the true sight and to be quiet about it, until the day demons attacked my dad at our house, and Kit and I barely escaped with Jem Carstairs and -" you looked to Tessa, "You. We lived in the Los Angeles Institute for a bit, but eventually we decided to go to England with you and Jem when you offered - you said it was because we were the lost Herondale siblings, and that you owed a debt to the Herondales."

You looked to the man and woman across from you, silently imploring if you should continue. The man, who's black hair was flecked with gray and who's blue eyes mirrored your own, cleared his throat.

"Y/N, my name is William Herondale, and this is my wife, Tessa Herondale. And next to me is Charlotte Fairchild, the consul. We don't know how you happened to get here, but rest assured, you will not be turned away."

You could have cried again for relief, but you steeled yourself when the consul nodded to you. "Do you remember what happened before you were discovered outside?"

You nodded slowly. "I was at Cirenworth Hall. Tessa - my Tessa, I guess - gave me a book to read and it inspired me to look around in the attic, and I found something in a box. I - I can't remember what it was, but I remember feeling sick suddenly, and then I was lying in the grass with Jessamine over me."

"You could see Jessamine?" Charlotte asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, my brother and I could both see ghosts after we got our voyance marks. Some that other people can't see, too." You said.

Tessa and Will exchanged a glance, and Will spoke. "That would give credence to your claim of being a Herondale. The issue is, however, that the only living Herondales are myself, my family here, and my sister, now Cecily Lightwood. Our father had a brother, but he and his wife both died before they had any children."

"But his name was Tobias, right?" You asked, gears beginning to turn in your head.

"Yes, actually." Will said, raising an eyebrow. "How would you know that?"

"Because Tobias Herondale was my ancestor. He had a son no one knew about, and that son married a faerie woman..." you trailed off. "And eventually, I happened."

"That raises another question, then." Charlotte said, her expression speculative. "If you are a Herondale, and you bear marks, how is the clave unaware of you?"

"I think," you began, bracing yourself to be called crazy. "That maybe I'm not from this time, or this dimension. I think something I did in the attic sent me here, wherever here is."

"London." Tessa supplied, "July, 1903."

You stood up in shock. "1903? You can't be serious! I - how? I wasn't even born until 1997 - oh my god, Kit, I can't -"

"Y/N!" Tessa exclaimed, placing her hands on your shoulders to push you back in your seat. "Please, calm down, I'm afraid you'll make yourself sick."

You let her push you back into your seat, but stared blankly at the floor as your jaw worked.

"Is such a thing possible?" Will asked quietly to Charlotte.

"To have travelled through time? Not as I know it, but perhaps it could be a cruel faerie trick? It's known that time moves differently in the faerie realms." She replied, still cautious in her tone.

You brought your arms around yourself and hugged your sides as the gravity of your situation set in. Kit - oh god, was he looking for you? Would they know to look in the attic? What would happen to your little makeshift family? You heaved a sob, and the attention of the adults turned back to you.

Tessa - motherly Tessa - let propriety slip and pulled you to her side, and you clung to her for dear life. The consul came closer and passed a comforting hand over your hair.

"No matter how you came to be here," she said softly, "You are a nephilim, and you are displaced and distressed, and so you will always be supported at this Institute. We will do all we can to discern this situation, but you will be in good hands with Tessa and Will."

You hiccuped and met her eyes, seeing genuine compassion in them. She offered you a hesitant smile, and turned to Tessa.

"She will remain here until we are able to reverse this. I will confer with the Silent Brothers on this matter, and see if they know of any case like this. Until then, perhaps she will be treated as a ward of the Institute?"

Tessa nodded, her hold on you still firm. "Of course. We'll see to it."

Will went to see the consul out, and Tessa stayed behind, with you still holding onto her. "Y/N?" she asked, all gentleness and care in her voice. You wanted to believe this was your Tessa, the one who had become like a mother to you, but this Tessa knew nothing of you at all.

"Yes?" you said, your voice hoarse from crying.

"I don't know how you've come here, but I want you to know - I trust what you say. I have seen many impossible things, but still I am met with surprises. I also know that since I am a warlock - I am fated to live many, many years. If you truly were not born until 90 years from now, it's possible you know me in your time. I am sorry that I don't know you, but know that you are safe here."

You squeezed her, and managed to say, "Thank you. You've always been so kind to me. I - I'm glad I crash landed somewhere with you here."

#the last hours #cassandra clare #the infernal devices #the shadowhunter chronicles #the dark artifices #the mortal instruments #the last hours imagine #matthew fairchild x reader #matthew fairchild imagine #mathew fairchild

[lavendersugarplum]

☂︎ZEROᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵈ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃ

(The Umbrella Academy x Sibling! Adolescent! Reader)

sᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀs

─━━━━━━⊱☂︎⊰━━━━━━─

ZERO WAS OBSERVING HERSELF in the mirror imagining what her day would be like this morning. The change in the weather already had her feeling gloom, but she didn't really expect much from today. It was probably just going to be just like every morning, or so she thought.

Seconds later, Pogo came in, gently, through the door. "Miss Y/n, Luther, and the rest of your siblings are here." As soon as those words fell out of the chimp's mouth she froze as if she didn't know how to process what he just said. She couldn't believe it. Zero didn't think that they would even attend. After how so Sir Reginald treated them, this must be some kind of joke. Once Zero fully processed what was happening, she positions herself around and raised an eyebrow. "Why hadn't you told me they were coming before?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." Pogo smiled gently at her before walking up to fix the tie on her uniform. Once he was done tying it, he looked at her with his big brown eyes. "You'll do fine. Just talk to them." Zero nodded in understanding, eyes furrowed. "I see....... and Pogo?

"Yes?""You don't have to call me Miss. I'm not quite grown up, as you can see."

"Well, I think you've grown to be a mature young lady," Pogo said smiling.

"Too bad Mr. Hargreeves didn't think so." Zero thought as she walked out of the room.

~☂︎~

TO SAY THAT SHE WAS nervous was an understatement. It had been forever since she had seen any of her siblings at all, including Luther. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Zero's head in anxiousness. Within every step she took getting closer to the living room, the feeling of her throat closing up came with it.

When Zero arrived in the living room, the first person she saw was her bulky brother Luther along with Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Vanya. They had all looked so grown up. It almost made Zero envy for how mature they had gotten.

"Zero has arrived." Pogo announced causing the five to have their eyes zapped straight to Zero. Vanya was the first to walk up to her with welcoming arms. "Zero." Vanya went over to hug her, causing Zero to back away trying to contain her abilities from being triggered. "I'm sorry." Vanya apologized as she backed away.

"You came back." Zero said, putting what had just happened aside. She was just overjoyed and slightly overwhelmed to see her family again.

"I told you I would come back." Vanya shyly smiled, running a hand through her dark brunette hair. The next person to the conversation was Klaus.

"Oh my, Zero! Well I'd say you don't look a day over..... Since I last saw you!" Klaus said acting surprised but was just really being a tease."Some family reunion, huh?" Zero slightly rolled her eyes at him. "Go on, M-I mean Zero. Go sit by Luther." Pogo held his hand out in the direction of the couch. As Zero made her way over to the couch, she tried to avoid eye contact with her siblings in pure shyness.

"So do you come out of your room now or is it just for stupid occasions like these?" Diego asked, clearly annoyed.

"Diego." Allison warned.

"It's fine." Zero said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. As soon as she said that Klaus's eyes widened.

"Wait. She can talk now?"

Klaus asked, but everyone just ignored it as a question.

"Why am I always the last to know about stuff?" Klaus groans as he fixes himself a drink.

A pensive silence starts to enclose over the room. Zero understood it was kinda awkward because none of them saw each other in such a long time.

Zero observed her siblings as they had their moments of silence. She looked to Luther who looked the same just as when he had left. With the chimpanzee DNA he took, he had gotten taller. She remembers when they were younger, with him being the leader. She knows Luther tried his best, but Reginald didn't think that was enough. Luther was always the leader, and she could feel how much it always got on Diego's nerves. Those two were always getting into rivalries.

Sh started to feel bad that he's going to realize he went to the moon for no reason. Reginald didn't read his reports at all; and she knew that.

Even though Luther was raised to be the best and most useful, Zero couldn't deny that he went through some trauma. They all did. He was raised to believe he was the best and a leader. Another example of Reginald's bad parenting. And as a result, his ego is still here, as Zero noticed. He's the only one that still cares for his father, while Zero just doesn't know how to feel after all the things he did to her. They say it's always better to forgive, but Zero just doesn't know.

Luther loved being hero more than anything, she had to  just hope that he wouldn't put that over himself and his family.

Her pupils bored over to Diego. He may be brash, but deep down Zero senses that he's insecure and still wants to prove himself. Still trying to measure up to Luther, even though Diego has become very skilled in Zero's eyes. She still remembers the time when they had first interacted.

~☂︎~

ZERO WAS WALKING DOWN the hall with Reginald's reports in her hand; taking them to him. A thud into her shoulder made every last one of the reports fall out of her hand, but like magic, she reached her hands and the reports defied gravity to arrive back into her possession.

"Sorry"

Zero was about to walk away but Diego stopped her.

"W-wait. I heard you in my mind. What kind of ridiculous trick are you playing on?"

"...... I can read minds and feel emotions."

"Well don't do that on me. I-i don't need a weird girl like you looking through my mind." With that Diego walked away, keeping a guard on his mind.

~☂︎~

ZERO THEN PEERS AT ALLISON. She had grown up to be a very pretty girl, as so Zero thought. Allison was always nice towards everyone in the Umbrella Academy. She never once talked bad about anyone behind their backs, which is quite admirable to Zero. How much Allison craved for attention is what she didn't notice.

Then there's Klaus. Still the same rebellious person he is. Zero admires how he can just move on and not dwell on the past too much. Sweet and vulnerable as a boy, and also her other close friend thanks to Ben. Besides herself, Klaus got experimented on by Sir Reginald the most. Through the years he has become not all himself, which awakens her concern for his well-being.

Finally, there's Vanya. Zero learned that she became a writer. She remembers when she sent her book to Reginald, but he never read it. Zero finds herself wondering how her music career was doing. Though in the past she seemed aloof, not want to have anything to do with her siblings, Zero had always watched them from afar, knowing their feelings and insecurities.

But sometimes it would be too much feelings and insecurities.

Zero's thought process was interrupted when Luther began the gathering speech.

"I guess we should get this started. So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at dad's favorite spot."

"Dad had a favorite spot?" Allison asked, astonished, an expression of surprise crossing her face along with the others.

"You know, under an oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" Luther asked, like it was a usual thing.

Not all of us were his Number One, is what Zero thought.

"Will there be any refreshments? TV? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner." Klaus asked as he nonchalantly popped a joint, joining his siblings in the living room, drink in hand. Luther's face scrunched up at Klaus.

"What? No. And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here."

"Is that my skirt?" Allison says in tone, referring to the skirt Klaus was wearing. "What? Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know. But it's very breathy on the." Klaus motions his hands. ".... Bits."

"Listen up. Still, some important things that we need to discuss, all right?" Luther proceeds.

"Like what?" Diego asked dryly and uninterested.

"Like the way he died."

"And here we go." Diego rolled his eyes, uninterested.

"I don't understand." Vanya mumbles. I thought they said it was a heart attack."

"Yeah, according to the coroner."

"Well, wouldn't they know?"

"Theoretically," Luther explained.

"Theoretically?" Allison asked.

"I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. the last time I talked to Dad, he sounded strange."

"Oh, Quelle surprise!" Klaus exclaimed gurgling his drink.

"Strange how?" Allison asked.

"He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust. Hearing these things made Zero look up from her lap, at Luther.

"Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles," Diego said walking over to him.

"No. He must have known something was going to happen. Zero, you must know something. Did he say anything out of the usual to you?" Luther said kneeling to Zero.

".........No." Zero replied, looking back down.

Luther sighed and got back up. "Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad," Luther said referring to Klaus, causing Allison to scoff.

"I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, "Dad, could you just...stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?"

"Since when? That's your thing," Luther encourages.

"I'm just not in the right frame of mind," Klaus replied.

"You're high?" Allison exclaims.

"Yeah! Yeah! I mean, how are you not listening to this nonsense?"

"Well, sober up, this is important. Then there's the issue of the missing monocle." Luther said.

"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?" Diego said.

"Exactly. It's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge."

"Where are you going with this?" Klaus asked.

"Oh, is it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed dad." Diego said, eyes trained on Luther.

"You do?" Klaus said in awe.

"And I already know exactly who is the main suspect is. He thinks Zero did it." As soon as Diego said that everyone's eyes went wide and Zero tensed up.

"No, Zero. That's not-" Luther reached out for Zero, but she backed away.

"Why......do you lie?" That was the last thing she said before walking out of the room, heading for her bedroom.

"How could you think she would do that," Vanya said in disbelief.

"She's a kid, Luther," Diego said.

"You're crazy, man. You're crazy. Crazy."

Klaus, Vanya, and Diego started to storm at the room not wanting to continue with the conversation anymore.

Allison started to walk away too with a disappointed look on her face.

"That went well," Luther said sarcastically. He sighs and settles down on one the couches and rubs his head in exhaustion.

"Master Luther."

Luther's thoughts were halted by Pogo, who walked in; wooden walking stick glued to his paw. Luther had called him in to ask him about Sir Reginald's Monocle which turned to be missing.

"I'm trying to locate Dad's monocle. Have you perhaps seen it?"

Pogo simply shakes his head.

"No, unfortunately I haven't, but I would assume it would be one of his personal findings."

"It's not there... I've already checked." Luther goes silent almost about to give up.

~☂︎~

ZERO WAS IN HER BEDROOM reading the book Ben gave her. She already read it a thousand times, but this book is the only thing she has of Ben. She soon started to hear the music play in the house. She shook her head and kept reading. Zero' started to think about what Luther had said about their father seeming off. It wasn't just him, she also noticed he was a out of character months before he passed. Reginald started telling her more about the world beyond the Academy. Of course they would have their usual sessions, like playing chest or eating breakfast together. Sometimes they would just sit by the fireplace in silence. No lectures, no teachings, just silence.

Zero's thought process was diminished by a Thunder clap and sound clouding her ears, along with bright blue shadowing over her room. Zero decided she would stay in a room since there is no way she was going outside. A blue glint casted her eyes as she just stared in awe at the illuminating glow. It was some sort of a wormhole forming in mid-air. She saw her siblings going out to look at it as well.

"And just what do they think they're doing?"

She saw Klaus coming out with a fire extinguisher throwing it in. She then saw Luther directing them to back away from it. All the Hargreeves just stared at it with the wind ferociously blowing. The unbelievable happened. A small figure fell from the whole. As soon as the person hit the ground, the wormhole instantly closed up.

The siblings started to inch closer to the figure, along with Zero who examined the person with curious eyes, eyes widening at what it was.

It was her missing brother.

Five Hargreeeves

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #luther hargreeves #luther hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves #allison hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves #vanya hargreeves x reader #plantonic #familal #reginald hargreeves #pogo hargreeves #Grace Hargreeves #sister reader

[catgrrrrl]

Suptober # 24 - Movie Character Mischief

**Silly short story (About 350 words)

**Jack is a child and always was

"Is this seriously the only way we can catch this ghost," Dean complains? "I look like a fool."

"Yes, Dean, this is the only way to catch the ghost. Unfortunately, he only shows himself to children while they are trick-or-treating, causing general mischief and mayhem. We just want to take care of him before he becomes vengeful and starts doing actual harm."

"Alright, but why am I dressed like this again?"

"Because we decided it was a good idea to let the three-year-old pick the costumes, and Jack wanted us to go as the characters from his favorite movie, Guardians of the Galaxy," Cas replies. Then, a bit quieter, he continues, "What I don't understand is why he thought I was a better Starlord than you, but Jack wanted you to be Drax."

It's then Sam enters the room. "I take it back," Dean says, barely able to get the words out from laughing so hard at the sight of his brother dressed as Groot. "you look like much more of a fool than me, Sammy."

"Don't start, Dean," warns Sam. "Eileen is putting the finishing touches on Jack's Rocket costume, so they should be here any minute."

As if his name could conjure him, Jack comes barreling around the corner and almost runs right into Dean. "Isn't this great? Does everyone like the costumes I picked out for them? Is it time to get candy yet?"

"Slow down, Jack," Cas says. "Yes, it's almost time. We need to grab your pumpkin bucket before we go."

"I have it right here, Castiel," Eileen says, entering the room.

"Boy, does my wife make an amazing Gamora," Sam says.

"Sam," Jack admonishes, "you're only allowed to say, "I am Groot."

"I'm sorry little man; I thought that didn't start until we were trick-or-treating," responds Sam.

"I forgive you," Jack replies. "Now, let's go get some CANDY!!"

"A kid after my own heart," Dean laughs. Then, wrapping one hand around Castiel's waist, he claps Jack on the shoulder with the other. "Let's go get some CANDY!!"

#suptober21 #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #jack kline #eileen leahy

[thewidowsghost]

Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 1

So, I started this on my Wattpad, and if figured I'd just put it on here! Just tell me if you want me to add you to the taglist!

Percy's POV

My name is Percy Jackson.

I am twelve years old. I'm a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York, and my sister, (Y/n), taking online schooling at home.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan—twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

I know—it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.

But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course, I got expelled anyway. And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that...Well, you get the idea.

On this trip, I was determined to be good.

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwiches that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

"I'm going to kill her," I mumble.

Grover tries to calm me down. "I'm okay. I like peanut butter -" He dodges another piece of Nancy's lunch.

"That's it." I start to get up, but Grover pulls me back to my seat.

"You're already on probation," he reminds me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."

Mr. Brunner leads the museum tour.

He rides up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.

It blows my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.

He gathers us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and starts telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.

Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.

From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn. She would point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now, honey," real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.

One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."

Mr. Brunner keeps talking about Greek funeral art.

Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickers something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turn around and say, "Will you shut up?"

It comes out louder than I meant it to.

The whole group laughs. Mr. Brunner stops his story. "Mr. Jackson," he says, "did you have a comment?"

My face is totally red, I think. I answer, "No, sir."

Mr. Brunner points to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

I look at the carving, and feel a flush of relief, because I actually recognize it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Brunner says, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because..."

"Well..." I rack my brain to remember. (Y/n) would have known the answer. She was nuts for this kind of stuff. "Kronos was the king god, and —"

"God?" Mr. Brunner asks.

"Titan," I correct myself. "And...he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—"

"Eeew!" says one of the girls behind me.

"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," I continue, "and the gods won."

Some snickers from the group.

Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbles to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'"

"And why, Mr. Jackson," Brunner says, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted," Grover mutters.

"Shut up," Nancy hisses, her face even brighter red than her hair.

At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.

I think about his question, and shrug. "I don't know, sir."

"I see." Mr. Brunner looks disappointed. "Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"

The class drifts off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.

Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. Jackson."

I knew that was coming.

I tell Grover to keep going; then I turn toward Mr. Brunner. "Sir?" Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go—intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything. "You must learn the answer to my question," Mr. Brunner tells me.

"About the Titans?"

'"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."

"Oh."

"What you learn from me," he says, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson."

I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armor and shouted: "What ho!" and challenged us, swordpoint against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshipped. But Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and I had never made above a C– in my life. No—he didn't expect me to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much less spell them correctly.

I mumble something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner takes one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral.

He tells me to go outside and eat my lunch.

The class gathers on the front steps of the museum, where we can watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.

Overhead, a huge storm is brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. I figure maybe it was global warming or something, because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.

Nobody else seems to notice, though. Some of the guys are pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit is trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds isn't seeing a thing.

Grover and I sit on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school—the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

"Nah," I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean—I'm not a genius, not like (Y/n). She seems to know everything."

Grover doesn't say anything for a while. Then, when I think he is going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he asks, "Can I have your apple?"

I don't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it.

I watch the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and think about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sit. I hadn't seen her or my sister since Christmas. I want so bad to jump in a taxi and head home. Mom and (Y/n) would hug me and be glad to see me, but Mom would be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I couldn't be able to stand that sad look she'd give me.

Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized café table.

I am about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appears in front of me with her ugly friends—I guess she'd gotten tired of stealing from the tourists—and dumps her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.

"Oops." She grins at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles are orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.

I try to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get control of your temper." But I am so mad my mind went blank. A wave roars in my ears.

I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy is sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.

Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see—"

"—the water—"

"—like it grabbed her—"

I don't know what they were talking about. All I know is that I was in trouble again.

As soon as Mrs. Dodds is sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodds turns on me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester. "Now, honey—"

"I know," I grumble. "A month erasing workbooks." That wasn't the right thing to say.

"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds says.

"Wait!" Grover yelps. "It was me. I pushed her."

I stare at him, stunned. I can't believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death.

She glares at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she says.

"But—"

"You—will—stay—here."

Grover looks at me desperately.

"It's okay, man," I tell him. "Thanks for trying."

"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barks at me. "Now."

Nancy Bobofit smirks. I give her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare. Then I turn to face Mrs. Dodds, but she isn't there. She is standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on.

How'd she get there so fast?

I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. The school counselor told me this was part of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things.

I wasn't so sure. I go after Mrs. Dodds.

Halfway up the steps, I glance back at Grover. He is looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner is absorbed in his novel.

I look back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She is now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.

Okay, I think. She's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.

But apparently, that wasn't the plan.

I follow her deeper into the museum. When I finally catch up to her, we are back in the Greek and Roman section.

Except for us, the gallery is empty.

Mrs. Dodds stands with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She is making this weird noise in her throat, like growling.

Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Dodds. Something about the way she looked at the frieze as if she wanted to pulverize it...

"You've been giving us problems, honey," she says.

I do the safe thing. I reply, "Yes, ma'am."

She tugs on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"

The look in her eyes is beyond mad. It was evil.

She's a teacher, I thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt me. I say, "I'll—I'll try harder, ma'am."

Thunder shakes the building.

"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

I didn't know what she's talking about.

All I can think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.

"Well?" she demands.

"Ma'am, I don't..."

"Your time is up," she hisses.

Then the weirdest thing happens. Her eyes begin to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretch, turning into talons. Her jacket melts into large, leathery wings. She isn't human. She is a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons.

Then things got even stranger.

Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheels his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouts and tosses the pen through the air.

Mrs. Dodds lunges at me.

With a yelp, I dodge and feel talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatch the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hits my hand, it isn;t a pen anymore. It is a sword—Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always uses on tournament day.

Mrs. Dodds spins towards me with a murderous look in her eyes.

My knees are jelly. My hands are shaking so bad I almost drop the sword.

She snarl, "Die, honey!" And she flies straight at me.

Absolute terror runs through my body. I did the only thing that came naturally: I swing the sword.

The metal blade hits her shoulder and passes clean through her body as if she was made of water. Hisss!

Mrs. Dodds was a sandcastle in a power fan. She explodes into yellow powder, vaporizing on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes are still watching me.

I'm alone.

There is a ballpoint pen in my hand.

Mr. Brunner isn't there. Nobody is there but me.

My hands are still trembling. My lunch must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or something.

Had I imagined the whole thing?

I walk back outside.

It had started to rain.

Grover is sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit is still standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she sees me, she says, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

I answer, "Who?"

"Our teacher. Duh!"

I blink. We don't have a teacher named Mrs. Kerr. I ask Nancy what she is talking about.

She just rolls her eyes and turns away.

I ask Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.

"Who?" he asks, but he pauses first and he wouldn't look at me, so I figure he was messing with me.

"Not funny, man," I tell him. "This is serious."

Thunder booms overhead.

I see Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book as if he'd never moved.

I go over to him.

He looks up, a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson."

I had Mr. Brunner his pen. I hadn't even realized I was still holding it.

"Sir," I ask, "where's Mrs. Dodds?"

He stares blankly at me, "Who?"

"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."

He frowns and sits forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling all right?"

Word Count: 3159 words

So yeah, this is the first chapter of this book.

Not much (Y/n) yet, but we'll get there.

Love y'all!              Kaitlynn ❤️😍

#percy jackson x sister reader #sally jackson x daugther reader #demigod reader #fem reader #reader insert #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the lightning thief reader insert #percy jackson and the battle of the labyrinth #percy jackson and the titans curse #percy jackson and the lightning thief #percy jackson and the greek gods #percy jackson and the sea of monsters #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians reader insert

[karasunology]

⸙ ˚₊ ➷ MIYA ATSUMU BEING A DAD HEADCANONS ! ❞

✎ . . . all those dad headcanons are making me so SOFT 🥺✨🥺 do you think you could make some for kuroo, akaashi and atsumu as dads if u haven’t done them already??

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ miya atsumu <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

✎ . . . DAD HEADCANONS.

[ SUGAWARA KOUSHI & OIKAWA VERSION. ] [ BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ] [ KUROO TETSUROU & KOZUME KENMA VERSION. ] [ IWAIZUMI HAJIME. ]

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . hi bubs!! hopefully you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing them at 12 am <3 kuroo's will be uploaded tomorrow along with kenma, while akaashi's the day day after; hope it's alright with you👉👈

MIYA ATSUMU.

➜ atsumu was scared, he really was; he already had his life planned out for him; getting into a good division 1 volleyball team, a good relationship with his brother and a great girlfriend that has supported him though and through ─ especially at volleyball.

➜ but getting you pregnant at the ripe age of 24 was not part of his plans

➜ don't get him wrong, mf loves you ─ like a lot, but atsumu was well, terrified

➜ he really should have wrapped his willy

➜ he wasn't even the best boyfriend, how could he even be a good father ? but nevertheless, he wanted to start a family with you; even if it was unexpected.

➜ he was a perfectionist, it could be seen with how badly he exhausted and beats himself up with his tosses ─ but atsumu would never let him treat his children like they're a mistake

➜ getting through your first pregnancy had a rough start for the journey, atsumu doesn't know  s h i t  about being pregnant

➜ all he knows is HOW you got pregnant um chile😳🔞

➜ but of course, being a loving boyfriend he is, he tried learning the basics as fast as he can just to show his support to you ─ he'd go out every night just to buy something to satisfy your obscure cravings, would try and message your ankles whenever it would get swolen & he even asks for hinata's help because sure enough, bb boy's got a lot of knowledge after taking care of natsu

➜ but of course ─ we're all just humans anyway, every now and then, he'd get doubtful ─ was he even going to be a good dad? will he even be able to support his children even if he has volleyball work to be done?

➜ just like the first person he talked to after finding out that you're pregnant, he once again talked his feelings out to osamu

“ and to think that i thought that i will have a better and happier life than yo ─ ah! ”

“ ─ don't say that as if y/n being pregnant is a burden, are you fucking dumb because i will literally shove this freshly hot onigiri DOWN your pants. ” osamu hits atsumu on the back of his head before continuing.

“ you may not have the best circumstances right now, but i know you'll be a good father. ”

➜ and so he did, he really became a good father. right after your twins ─ aito and akio were born, atsumu would always have a schedule on his day to be with you guys

➜ promising to himself that he would always be apart of his sons' life

➜ he bathes them, he would always create weird depictions of a shark with bubbles on top of aito's hair and a deformed volleyball on akio's

➜ he'd also feed them and they would always fall for the airplane trick ─ though, they actually prefered you feeding them as they are a mama's boys

➜ they got his dad's adoration towards you, so the three would usually fighting for you; but of course if you picked anyone from them, the other two would be upset

“ aito baby of course it's you ” your were guilty, victimized by his glossy puppy eyes as the two other boys puffed out their cheeks, eyebrows furrowed

➜ atsumu & akio : soMEBODY LIED TO HIM SEVERAL TIMES AND TOLD HIM THAT HE WAS FLY, HOT, SEXY AND BEAUTIFUL BUT HE'S NOTHING LIKE THAT, HE'S NOTHING OF THAT SORT😡👊

➜ he loves his sons and all, but he would never let him hand you over to them

➜ he also doesn't take care of their diapers, mama that is all on YOU

➜ and right after your twin boys turned two, he decided he wanted another one

➜ having strong genes, he got you pregnant in an INSTANT ─ but with twin daughters this time 🤪

➜ after bringing nari and natsuki to the world, you bet they got atsumu wrapped around their little chubby fingers

➜ while aito was a sweet, animal loving son that rarely cried when he was a baby, akio was a picky yet bright child ─ a smartass, you would like to say, always finding ways on being a little sly mf

➜ the two resembling a bit more of you yet has their father's hair and eyes

➜ on the other hand with your twin daughters, nari had both inherited his dad's attitude and a bit of her uncle aswell. and with natsuki, she was a very peaceful child as well, prefers you over her dad while nari prefers her dad

➜ the two, taking in more of their dad's appearance but have your hair

➜ atsumu would ALWAYS try and dress up your kids the same style he used to pair with osamu, would either pair by twin, or girl and boy.

➜ reminds him of the 'old days'

➜ sir, you're barely even thirty, sit DOWN

➜ after a few months on giving birth to your daughters, you guys got married with both your daughters as flower girls and your two sons as wing bearers

➜ the afterparty was WILD

➜ hinata running around with akio on his shoulder, osamu having a staring competition with nari because?? why dafuq does uncle look so much like dad and why do i kinda look like him??

➜ sakusa taking a liking towards aito as they LOWKEY TALK SHlT ABOUT HIS FATHER LMAO

➜ natsuki being in your arms because bb girl just loves you a lot and not to say you have favourites but ,,

➜ by the end of the afterparty, nari almost drank her father's wine, akio and aito were dead asleep in their father's arms while natsuki was still side awake wondering wtf happened

➜ the type of father that curses around his kids and would always be the first suspect whenever you hear nari and akio repeat them countless of times

“ fuck ” your head whipped around to scold atsumu for saying such language in front of your kids, but got caught off by nari saying it as well

“ hngg fuck! ” your daughter giggled saying it countless of times as you watched in horror when she made akio do it as well

“ oh my god nari, honey, no ─ ”

“ uhh . . fuck?" akio looked at his baby sister, raising an eyebrow as atsumu was dying of laughter nodding his head as you keep hitting his shoulder

“ yes, fuck ” making them laugh as they thought they really did something

➜ as i said it in my older brother headcanons, atsumu is actually kinda good at baking; while osamu's speciality was at cooking

➜ being a daddy's girl and apprentice, if she wasn't trying to learn volleyball from her dad, nari would always be baking in the kitchen with atsumu ─ fascinated with everything her dad does, nodding intently at everything he says as they bith wear matching aprons that say “bad bitches bake”

➜ they make the BEST GOODS Y'ALL, their chocolate cookies were impeccable along with their brownies

➜ the four kids would usually play volleyball with their dad whenever he wasn't busy, atsumu would teach them all how to do an arm breaking serve to akio and nari since they both wanted to be an ace, setting to natsuki and receiving with aito since he stated he wanted to be a libero because their uniforms hit different LMAOO

➜ of course they're not the same words he used though

➜ also if they ever played volleyball, expect to have another kid in the backyard because as osamu said; atsumu's mental age drops down to 5 years old while on the court

➜ NGL HE'D GET COMPETITIVE WITH NATSUKI BECAUSE YOU KNOW, SETTER TINGZ✨😍

➜ and he knew damn well natsuki just wanted to gain your attention and praises

➜ atsumu is the type of father that would be so proud if one of his children ever memorizes one of niki minaj's rap

➜ like imagine walking into your husband, trying to teach his kids one of the lines from STARSHIPS by niki??? LMAOO

➜ HE'D BEAT BOX ALONG WITH THEM

➜ as they grew up, their bond has never been more stronger, weekly volleyball practices with their dad & occasionally with his team, while you also sometimes joined in

➜ school was natsuki and aito's top priority though while to nari and akio was volleyball

➜ sometimes nari and natsuki really present their dad whenever they get too hard on themselves, either on studying, or volleyball

➜ also going to their father's games & probably half of the time skip school?? HAPPENS MORE THAN YOU THINK SHHJKTSA

➜ anyways, overall, even if your first pregnancy was a total shock to both you and atsumu ─ unexpected and all, but you guys wouldn't want anything else from the world, as you guys believed it all happened for a reason and your beliefs did not falter when you guys saw how everything just falls right back onto the right places in the end

#haikyuu social media au #haikyuu smau #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! headcanons #miya atsumu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines #hq drabbles #miya atsumu #miya atsumu social media au #atsumu smau #hq headcanons #haikyuu masterlist #haikyuu!! #miya atsumu x reader

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Sparkle

Genre: Fan Fiction (Sand Castle)

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: It’s so fluffy!

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: thank you @rmtndew​ for the edit of Sy in glasses :D More Sy and Wispy? Why yes! 

Henry Cavill Master List

“Uncle Sy,” Annie giggled at her uncle, as he pulled a face. “Sit still.” Her voice going firmer.

Beside her, Willow had her hand on her hips shaking her head at their uncle. “Uncle Sy, we need you to stay very still.”

“Fine, fine.” He gave in sitting statue straight, still as could be.

“Close your eyes, please.” Annie instructed.

Doing as he was asked, Sy closed his eyes and leaning against the couch to support his back. Cross legged on the floor, a mound of pillows under him, he fought the smirk that kept threatening to creep onto his face. The two little girls painting the floral scented mud, clay, paint? Whatever the cool, thick stuff was onto his face. Around his beard, across his cheeks and forehead. Sy felt the soft brush that Aimee had handed them against his skin.

“You know Sy,” Aimee's voice greeted him, yet his eyes remained closed, “this stuff is actually pretty good. It might even help brighten that complexion of yours. Tired and sunburned was so last year.”

Snorting, Sy shook his head, both nieces scolding him for moving while they tried to apply the mask. Directing him to pucker his lips, Willow stood in front of him, a glob of lip moisturizer on her brush, she slapped it on spreading it thickly against his red chapped lips. The girls were taking good care of their Uncle Sy.

At least they wanted to do it at home this time. Sy was unsure of the product quality, but the service was far better and cheaper than when he'd taken them to an actual spa. Now that had been a sight, the look on the woman's face when the giant, bearded man in boots strode into the salon with the two little girls in tow. Despite the initial shock, Sy had to hand it to them, those ladies were magical.

He'd left feeling like his hands, feet, and face had been kissed by angels and butterflies. Hell, he'd even let Willow and Annie pick out a polish for his toes. Sitting in the chair chatting with the woman painting his toes, while his nieces had watched from their own pedicure chairs, Sy learned that men coming in to dote on their daughters and nieces wasn't really all that uncommon. He, however, was one of the first to ask for Pompeii Purple toes. The shade had really brought out his eyes.

In his sister's living room, Sy chuckled when Willow announced that he absolutely needed to trim that scraggly beard of his. In their life time, neither of his nieces had ever bore witness to their uncle without his beard. He liked it too much to part with it. Besides, the women loved it. Clearing his throat, Sy opened his eyes, a mocking frown on his face.

“Don't you dare touch my beard, understood bub?” He smirked. Willow nodded and Annie, standing just out of sight giggled. “There will be no cutting of my beard, until I say so.”

“Oh come on, Sy.” Aimee teased from the kitchen. “You could use a trim,” she winked at Annie.

“I would prefer to do it myself, thank you sister dearest.” He winked at Willow, a near impossible task with the clay beginning to set on his face.

“What if we just make it pretty?” Annie piped up, shuffling into the room with a hairbrush and bows in her hands. “Can we?”

“Please, Uncle Sy.” Willow pulled out the puppy dog eyes. Bouncing on her tip toes with excitement.

Playfully grumbling, Sy waited a minute or two. Letting the little girls get antsy before agreeing. Under some conditions. Nothing but a comb and some pink sparkly bows went into his beard. If they so much as tugged the wrong way, Sy was combing it himself. His beard was his pride and joy, right after his Wispy. He'd worked hard over the years to grow this bad boy.

“Gently,” He reminded them, lifting his chin for Willow to gingerly take the comb through his thick beard.

Climbing onto the couch behind him, Annie sat with her legs crossed gently rubbing a hair brush through his growing curls. A full out pamper day wasn't entirely bad. Enjoying his “spa treatment”, Sy winced when he heard Aimee giggling like a child on too much sugar. He knew his sister well enough to know that this was not going to be good.

“Aim, what in the hel-ck are you doing?” Sy asked glancing at his sister. Her phone poised as she giggled and shrugged.

“I thought ma might like to see. Maybe fire one off to the boys. You still in touch with the Major? Show him what retirement does for ya?”

“You wouldn't dare,”

“Send one to the Major? No. But I would send it to ma and everyone else we know. Come on Sy, you're adorable. You should let me share this on that mommy blog, it would be a hit.” She laughed. “Former Army Captain attacked by Girl Scouts.”

Sy replied with a grunt. More than one single mother, and a few not so single, on that damn blog Aimee was part of had themselves hot and bothered for the youngest Syverson. Every time Aimee mentioned her brother, at least one woman would ask if he was seeing somebody or how he liked children, who weren't his. Sy liked children fine, but he had no interest in taking on any to parent.

“Leave Uncle Sy alone,” Willow pouted, as she put the last bow into his beard. “Don't be mean, mommy.”

“I wasn't being mean, baby girl. Uncle Sy and I were teasing. Now, why don't you finish up those bows and help him wash his face. You can't leave the mask on too long, remember.”

“Oops,”

“It's okay bub,” Sy pulled away from the hair styling by Annie. “You ladies clean up a bit out here and I will go clean my face off.”

Striding down the hall, Sy could feel the clay on his face hardening and drying. If nothing else his pores would be flawless for a few days. Chuckling as he went, he could hear Annie and Willow in the living room. No doubt discussing their next plan for their uncle's beauty treatment. If he had to, there was a lovely yellow nail polish that he'd been eyeing in the box of tricks. It may not be the right season for yellow, but it would surely make the hair on his big toes really pop.

In the bathroom, he grabbed a wash cloth and turned the taps. Allowing the water to reach a nice, warm temperature he began scrubbing the dried clay away from his face. The bows in his hair and beard were a sight to behold. Admiring the handy work, Sy stood for a few seconds looking at the man in the mirror. The one grizzled, gruff, hard as nails and fearless Captain was reduced to a soft and gentle giant.

He loved spending the time with the kids, allowing them to have their fun, before Uncle Sy packed up and drove back across town. It was no wonder people were forever asking him when he'd have his own. Ah well, it was better this way. Sy enjoyed the company of the kids, but all the time and he would be even more grizzled and cranky than he was when he was stationed over in the desert.

Being home had it's perks, like getting to be with his family whenever he wanted. Having sleepovers with the kids, whenever Willow decided that he was lonely in his house. Or how she was forever trying to set him up with any woman they came across, while he had her out. That one was less and less cute, especially as she had somehow been targeting only married women lately.

The last thing Sy wanted was to get his ass kicked by some woman's husband or wife, for hitting on their wife because some kid said she was pretty. Shaking his head, he finished checking himself in the mirror to make sure he had all of the clay off.

Cleaned up and refreshed Sy joined the girls in the living room.

“Ladies, what's next?”

“Lunch!” “Make up!”

Laughing at their very different ideas, he nodded to Annie. “I agree lunch is the much better idea, make up can be after.”

“But mommy said we could go out for lunch. You can't go out unless you have a proper face on.” Willow pouted. Annie sighed. Her cousin had a point.

“Girls,” Aimee spoke, she was about to do everything in her mom power, to get Sy out of this one. As amused as it would be, seeing her brother go to lunch in a full face of make up.

“No, no she's right.” Sy nodded in agreement. “Aim, why not let Annie do your make up and Wispy can do mine. Then we'll all be ready for lunch, hel-ck, I'll even pay. Treat all of my girls.”

“Yeah!” The cheers went up from the girls.

Aimee, rolling her eyes and making a mental note to kill her brother later on. She would never forgive him, nor forget. Some day, she would get him back.  This is when she should suggest wearing their best dresses – Sy included. Instead, she'd pay him back when he least expected. Maybe the next time, she'd insist they go for lunch wearing some over the top princess costumes.

Sy chuckled, what did they have to lose? At 11 years old, Annie was more than capable at putting together some make up. Willow was eccentric with her colour palate, but Sy wasn't worried much about that.

“Mommy, please. Please, we can all do our make up and go for lunch.”

“I hate you,” Aimee whispered passing her laughing brother, sitting down on the floor. “Okay, girls, let's get to it. Then we can make Uncle Sy take us for the best lunch, we've ever had.”

“Drive thru at Burger King isn't that fancy,” laughing, Sy nudged his sister with his elbow.

“Oh, but Sy if we have our best faces on, we need something better than cheap burgers in a bag. I was hoping maybe we could go to Janet's.”

It was Sy's turn to roll his eyes and stifle a groan. Of course Aimee would insist they go inside to eat. Saturday was the busiest day of the week for the small diner. Whatever, Sy was man enough to take it. With more confidence than anyone had ever seen, he would walk into that diner, head high, and his beard bows sparkling. The things he did to keep these children happy.

If it meant buying a hundred ponies, wearing full make up, and walking across a floor of legos – Sy would do it all to see these kids smile.

“I love Janet's!” Willow squealed dancing on her tiptoes, nearly poking her uncle in the eye with the eye shadow brush she was using. The hot pink creme shadow she had chosen for him was really going to pop with his dark beard. “Uncle Sy, please. Please can we go? You said that you would take me there the next time we went for lunch, you said that I could have a big sundae and...”

“Sy?” A sideways glance at her baby brother, Aimee puckered her lips for Annie to apply some lipstick. Offering the kids ice cream as a meal wasn't a crime, but it would explain why they sometimes came home bouncing around like mad hornets in an old coke can.

“Wispy, you're not supposed to tell your ma that I let you at ice cream as a meal.”

“Sorry, but can I?”

“Maybe for dessert, you can Annie can shade a giant sundae.” Aimee reasoned.

“Fine, but the next time we go....” Staring at her uncle, Willow pouted.

“Whatever you want, bubs.” Smirking at his sister, Sy conveniently pointed to the blush in the bag, asking Willow if she thought the orangeish colour would work for him.  “Whatever you want.”

#captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #henry cavill

[fayeimara]

Meant To Be Series || One For Every Billion

Episode 4. If You're A Masochist

Putting your phone away after posting your latest update, you look around one more time for either of your cousins. The oldest, Ren, had left you with his brother Shin, strictly telling him not to leave you alone before he met back up with you both. But then you convinced Shin to call the car and drop off the bags you'd overloaded him with, agreeing to meet back here this cute café. It had been pretty easy to convince him, seeing as how you could barely make him out over the bags and boxes of items you'd bought for your friends and family back home. It was fair play, after all, you'd brought just as many gifts with you for your cousins here when you'd arrived.

Smiling as you tip the cup of coffee up to your lips, you consider if you've harassed him enough for the day or if you should top it off by ordering him something he'll hate just to see that distressed look on his face. He deserves it for the prank he pulled on you a few days ago, when they picked you up from the station, literally scaring you half silly when he snuck up from behind you, grabbed you, and started to run. You were pretty worried because not a single person in the busy terminal had tried to stop him even though you were clearly (momentarily) terrified and not aware of who had 'kidnapped' you until he'd finally put you down. You guess you should have expected this with him though, given you both have always messed around with each other, pulling fun pranks and stupid stunts, since the two of you were kids, but you'd gotten completely complacent since you'd last seen these oh so lovely cousins of yours.

If there was any doubt on whether you had any payback planned for Ren, well, he was the one who'd grabbed not only your bags but also several pictures of your embarrassing slip in composure, i.e. your briefly terrified face, and shared it with the world. So yeah, you were sure he was sleeping with an eye open for the time being, which is why you would call on your considerable patience before hitting him subtly and satisfyingly when he least expected it.

With that in mind, you head back to the counter to place another order and then ask if there are any specialty dessert shops in the area. Happy to hear of one pretty close, you're sure you'll be able to quickly head over and back before Shin returns.

The shop is as incredible as promised because it only takes them about ten minutes to prepare your custom order of mochi with a spicy twist. Trying one out, you can't help but enjoy the sweet flavour and texture even if you're disappointed that it doesn't seem to have the effect you were hoping for, until you feel the heat slowly build the more you chew. Oh. Oh my. Oh my g- Mouth burning, you quickly gulp at the coffee still in your hand to try and relieve the pain. Okay so.. it's perfect! Cue evil laugh.

You thank the brilliant artisans, because that's what they are, and promise to leave a review on your way out. It's not until you're walking by an alley (how typical, right?) between shops on your way back to the cat café, that you're pulled from your thoughts of not-so-sweet revenge.

"Give it up, kid." It's nothing alarming at first. Not until you hear the next cry.

"Don't touch me! Leave me alone!"

Um. What?

You've stopped even before you turn your head to look in at a couple older guys surrounding a little kid. Seriously, what's with the cliché? You honestly thought this only happened in anime but you guess dummies always prove people wrong.

Debating who you should call, because you're not going to assume adding yourself to the equation alone is going to be any help, you quickly look around only to realize that the only people passing by near or across the street either don't seem to care, or aren't the kind of people you'd feel comfortable asking for any assistance from. People can call you out on stereotyping but really, where's the kind but strong elderly gentleman or tough, no nonsense, do-gooder woman when you need one??

"Hey!" The tears in the kid's voice draw you back, with your head whipping around to witness one of the bullies reach out to grab his collar. Quick kid, he manages to dodge even if barely but he's about to be blindsided by one of the other guys.

You don't even have time to sigh at your stupidity as you run up between them as fast as you can, slapping the second guy's hand away from where it was reaching for the kid's arm.

With that loud sound and dramatic entrance, all eyes are now on you, but the element of surprise does provide enough time for you to pull the boy behind you and back the two of you up a bit so you're both not completely surrounded.

Okay, this kid barely reaches over your hip, he can't be older than about 6 or 7 maybe, what's he doing here alone?

"Well, well. What do we have here?" The first guy that had tried to grab the kid's collar studies you. You want to say his voice is annoying or that he's an ugly creep but he's just an average guy of about a few years older than you. The only distinct feature are his glasses and that's probably because you don't typically think of wannabe thugs in glasses. Again, so sue you for you conventional stereotypes, but you're in a kind of delicate situation to be worried about thinking inside the box.

"Why don't you tell me," You shoot back, pretty upset about this pathetic tableau, "since it looks like three guys old enough to know better than to bully little kids."

The third guy hasn't done much until now but he laughs at your statement and, okay, at least his laugh is kind of annoying, like a dumb donkey's braying. You hope he's trying to fake an evil laugh or something and that's not his real one? Seriously, it sounds forced and fake so you hope for his sake it really is or no one will trust him once they hear it if that's all he has to work with for the rest of his life. You're tempted to say that to his face, but you've also been told by your friends that your reckless impulses tend to escalate the situation when you need the opposite so you hold back.

Because you're outnumbered. With only a crying kid at your back, quite too literally.

"Oh no, we're not bullying him. He's my kid brother, you know? We were just messing with him since he was being a brat and grabbed the new games we just bought."

You hesitate, thinking it over. Did you make assumptions and jump in too fast? He didn't call out for help or say anything specific to indicate he didn't know these guys. You don't want to turn away to look him over, but he had been holding something clutched against his side.

You feel a little hand clench into the back of your dress and a couple tugs follow, so without turning away, you cast your gaze down and meet teary hazel eyes that are peering up with a little hope among the fear, "He's lying, oneesan, I don't know them."

"Ahh, stop lying and dragging the nice, pretty girl into this." Second guy speaks up, trying to reach around you to grab the kid, but you quickly shift the both of you back a bit more. You realize the wall is just behind you, if the kid's gasping sob means anything. You're out of space to maneuver.

So...you're in a tough spot, you've got your hands literally full and you're up against three guys that are definitely living up to your first impression of them. You don't really have time to think it over as 'glasses' loses patience and reaches for you directly, grabbing your arm that's holding the trick mochi and trying to pull you forward. "What's this? Maybe we should take it for the trouble you've added by interfering in a family issue."

"How about this instead?" And before you can pity the loss, you've thumbed off the lid to your delicious hot coffee that you guess won't get to finish drinking, and toss it in his face.

"Arhggh!" Wow, high pitched for a tough guy, but you really can't think about that right now. Goodbye, coffee, your sacrifice is appreciated.

"What the hell, you crazy b-"

"Don't bother, dumbass, it's probably not hot enough to permanently scar him at this point." True story, you like your coffee cooled down more than most.

They're staring at you like you're crazy but it's really just the recklessness you're known for. Although you should have held on to that reminder of your friends' warnings that ran through your head earlier because the situation has definitely been escalated if the mean, hateful looks that are appearing from behind their fake polite masks are anything to go by. They clearly weren't even trying that hard to pretend. While the second guy is supporting his friend who's flailing, 'Fake laugh' reaches for you, this time angled for the collar of your dress or even your neck, "You stupid bitch."

Oh okay. Well, I'm so sorry for my impertinence, god. This is payback for the mochi prank, isn't it? You actually roll your eyes upwards for a split second with that thought.

Then you prepare to drop the maybe-unlucky box for the coming fight but just before his hand reaches you, another suddenly shoots out and grabs it. Hard.

"Don't you know how to treat women, buddy?" Wow, now that's a nice voice.

Shifting your eyes to your left without turning your head, you catch sight of a handsome bedheaded guy about your age. You would probably be all heart eyes in any other situation- who are you kidding? This is literally the perfect situation.

"I don't think he does, but that's probably because he has zero experience with them." Yay, your mouth can run freely with your attitude now that you have some back up. Not that it stopped you earlier, though..

This new guy shifts his gaze to meet yours and looks pretty surprised at your smirky smile (yes you're calling it that). Why so surprised though? You guess you should have been crying or even praising this god for stepping in. Whatever, he's just a boy. Even if he is drool worthy.

He studies you and pauses briefly on the redness marking your wrist from where one of the guys had grabbed you and then his golden eyes flick down to the boy hidden behind you before focusing a steady stare back on the bullies, "I think you should leave before I really get pissed off."

He must be a magician because they vanish pretty fast after his low declaration, supporting their friend who's managed to wipe most of your precious coffee off of his slightly reddened face. Looks like, he'll live to be a dumbass another day. Could've told them that and avoided the escalation. Oh wait, you pretty much did, right?

The guy is turning back to you after watching them leave the alley and you reach for the little kid with the hand that once held your coffee. Feeling his little hand slip into yours, you start to walk the two of you towards the street while keeping your body angled so you don't completely turn your back on this new guy. You swear the amount of times you've had a situation like this turn into something unexpected is a little unnatural. "Wow. Well... Thank you, stranger, for your help."

He narrows those stunning eyes on you but you don't think he's angry, just a little confused for a moment, before he realizes you're equally wary of him. He moves out of the alley after you both, but thankfully not too closely, because you have to turn your back on him so you don't trip or walk into anyone once you reach the main street.

"It's Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsuro."

You silently startle around at the sound of his voice coming from a lot closer to you than expected but compose yourself quickly so as not to offend him by whirling around in alarm.

"Oh, uh.. nice to meet you." Okay, you both should be safe now. You turn back to face him and the kid is now glued to your side, tiny hands gripping your dress with both hands, one at your back and one at the front. At least it's not silk because that would leave quite the wrinkles. "Anyways... we have to get going now to find whoever lost this little guy."

His arm moves up, rubbing his hand in his hair at the back of his sheepishly tilted head. Probably can't get his hair any messier at this point. "That would be me."

"What?" You raise a disbelieving eyebrow. Always the unlikeliest odds with you and really, what are they anyways here in this situation? But it turns out he's not kidding and you're not misunderstanding.

"I'm the one who lost him. That's my little cousin you're trying to walk away with."

"Hey!" You protest his teasing implication, before looking down at the boy. The other guys tried this too, though.

So you delicately crouch down (aware you're in a dress and heeled ankle boots that could spell impending disaster if you lose your balance) to make sure you're at eye level with the kid. He's not crying anymore, but not looking happy or relieved either. Just staring back at you steadily, a little like the calm gaze of this other guy, actually, but let's not go with confirmation bias. Maybe he's just not an overly excitable kid to begin with.

"Do you know this guy?" You ask softly. He told the truth before, under the stress of a pretty scary situation, after all.

He looks over and up at the tall teen claiming to be his cousin before nodding. "Oh." You give the little boy a reassuring smile before leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Can I ask your name?"

And when you turn your ear to him so he can whisper a reply, you hear, "Itsuki."

Giving him another sweet smile, you stand back up and he's glommed right back onto your side. You meet the bedhead's eyes with your own slightly narrowed but steady too, and settle on a serious expression with an eyebrow raised. He hasn't looked away from you even once but that's fair considering you might actually be trying to take away his little cousin... whom he's lost already once today, if we're all being honest.

"What's his name?"

He raises an eyebrow to match yours, stance indicating he's in no rush but expression definitely amused, "You mean Itsuki?"

"Yeah.. okay, then." You look back down at the boy who's reluctantly releasing you as Kuroo moves closer to you both, your smile back on my face. "It was really nice to meet you, Itsuki. Thank you for being so brave and strong back there. I couldn't have sent those bullies away without you!"

"Or me?" Kuroo asks but it's not really a question more like an amused statement sliding into remind you that he did save you both in the end. Isn't he a little too close for politeness?

"I suppose." Now you have tilt your head back to look at him again. Argh, why is it like a compulsion to just stare your life away when you look into those eyes? "Thank you, then.. Kuroo."

"Not that you needed my help." Ohh, he's smirking at you and it. is. something. "You looked like you were mostly holding your own before I stepped in."

You laugh, because he's really just being nice and you don't know what expression your face might make after seeing his smirk if you don't pick amusement, "Pretty sure it was painfully obvious who brought the most advantage on our side if it came to a fight... and it wasn't me."

"Oya? Our side, huh? And what's your criteria for assessing that advantage?"

And before you can stop yourself, his question has you looking him up and down like.. like you're checking him out. Cue your blush. Ugh. You pass it off and try to push through, "What? I'm not supposed to notice that you have the physical advantage over me?"

Yeah, you worded that deliberately and wouldn't change it for anything because it's so worth it to see the red lightly tint his own cheeks. Yeah, I see your thoughts went there.

"Anyways," You start to step backwards, "Really, thank you."

You turn away to walk over to the coffee shop just another door down.

"Wait," You look over to see both Itsuki and Kuroo catch up to you quickly, the latter now holding on to the former gently but firmly, "I should be thanking you. You did step in to help my cousin when not many others would."

"Oya?" You copy his cute phrase with a look at him from the corner of your eyes and a teasing smile of your own, "How do you know he didn't step in to help me?"

"Somehow I doubt that." The three of you come to a stop in front of the coffee shop and Kuroo's distracted for a second, "Wait, this is your stop?"

"Yeah, why?"

He chuckles, "Ours too. We'd just stopped in here ourselves when Itsuki wandered away." We?

"Oh, I was here a little earlier too, but I needed to grab.." You lift the box, ".. this, for someone. I left my order here though."

"You lose your coffee often or just an addict?"

"Haha. Neither. It's... a thing. You'd think I'm horrible if I explain."

"I doubt I'd ever think that at this point. Can I pay for your new order and you can tell me about it over your next cup? You know, as a thank you for putting yourself in a dangerous situation for my cousin." Why does he make that sound both grateful and like a stern admonishment at the same time?

"I covered it already and it wasn't really for me. But I really appreciate the offe-"

You're cut off by the door opening and Shin bursting through with a very exasperated look on his face. Whoops, guess you took too long. He immediately starts complaining, "Where have you been?! Imagine my worry when I arrive here and you're gone! You promised you'd wait here."

Another guy has walked out behind him but you ignore that because you see that Shin's holding the drink you got him, but that has your name on it, and can't help but point out both literally and dryly, "Clearly so worried, you picked up my order in the meantime?"

"Hey, there are two drinks so I figured one was mine! But they're both awful!" Of course he tried them both. His face turns into a sad pout, "Why would you order such sour drinks when you know I hate them! And I know you do too! So... do you really hate me for that little thing? You've been so mean today."

You chuckle because this is literally the perfect opportunity. Well, actually, Kuroo is still standing by politely with Itsuki, watching you both with interest, but that other guy has walked up to them and is now also standing there. Is he gaming out here? Never mind.

You give Kuroo an apologetic smile with a finger held up to indicate you'll be a moment and then turn back to offer the box you've been holding onto this whole time to your dear cousin. "I can't imagine why you'd feel that way, but I did get you this, too. You can't have it all though, it's also for Ren."

He reaches for the box when you pop it open and happily exclaims, "Mochi? Aw, I take it back, you're the best!" before proceeding to pop two in his mouth. Oh. Uh-oh.

Okay then, closing the box, you walk back over to Kuroo as Shin happily munches away behind you. "Sorry, yes, I appreciate the offer but as you can see, I have my hands full with-"

"Ahhh! OMG, my mouth is burning!!! What is this?" Is he crying? He's definitely chugging that 'horrible' drink. "I take it back that I took it back. You do hate me. And for what?! I'm sorry I tried to kidnap you, okay?! Ahhh! Make it stop-"

He keeps rambling, even while alternating between choking down the sour drink and pausing for quick panting breaths every now and then, as tears actually run down his face. Even the gamer boy is momentarily distracted watching. You can't help the satisfied smile that stretches across your face as you watch Shin dissolve into tortured agony from the corner of your eyes and finish your sentence "-a pretty troublesome commitment already."

Kuroo looks a little worried but definitely way more amused, "I thought that box was something really special, the way you held onto it the whole time."

"Yeah, even in exchange for my precious coffee-" You wipe away a pretend tear and swear he mutters 'so you are an addict' under his breath before you finish, "but it was worth the revenge, wouldn't you say?"

"Well... He tried to kidnap you?"

"Ugh, don't ask. It was a stupid prank that I briefly fell for. But I think he won't try getting me back for a while. At least a week of peace."

"So.. don't mess with you, is what I'm hearing."

You laugh at his accurate interpretation, "Pretty much. Or do, if you're a masochist."

He looks slightly awed and a whole lot intrigued when he states, "At first I thought you were some incredible angel.. but you're pretty much more an incredible devil, aren't you?

"Incredible, either way? I'll take it." You smirk, thinking of the irony he'll probably never understand.

"How about my request for a name?"

"Isn't it Kuroo Tetsuro?"

"I'm asking for your name, Kitten." He's a little exasperated and just a smidge embarrassed that you made him spell it out. I mean, you like that he's all witty and smooth but... you really like a guy's direct side, too.

You do still smile and tease a little more, "Kitten could work, given the irony..." He gives you an unamused look, but you were continuing anyway, "But since you asked so nicely.. I'm Y/-"

"Oi!" Ren is standing across the street with the car, door open, "I've been looking for you. It's time to go."

"Oh," You look back at Kuroo who's still looking at Ren a split second longer before focusing back on you, "I'm sorry, I have to go!" You smile at him apologetically then face Itsuki, slightly crouched, to give him a bright smile, "Bye Itsuki! Take care and don't wander off again!"

You don't have time to say anymore than those goodbyes to the pair of cousins before your own is dragging you away, cursing you out and swearing he'll get you back. He's listing a lot of pretty creative ideas, silly boy, you'll just use them before he can.

You check both sides of the road as he's pulling you across since it doesn't look like he's going to but you both make it safely to Ren who just gives the two of you a droll look. "You guys definitely didn't listen to me."

He didn't even pose it as a question. You just shrug and give him a kiss on the cheek before sliding into the back of the sleek car, followed by Shin and then Ren, who calls out to let the driver know to take you all home. Maybe you glance out the tinted windows to steal one last look at Kuroo before the car starts to move away. Maybe you see that he's looking too, he's staring at the car but his mouth is moving and when it stops, the gamer boy says something back.

The last thing you see before the car pulls away completely and you can't see anymore is Itsuki pulling Kuroo back towards the café and he takes one last look your way before heading inside with his friend following.

You turn back around, not realizing you'd shifted your whole body. Ren is looking at you oddly so you just raise an eyebrow at him, but smile when Shin happily exclaims, "Hey Ren, we got you some treats too!"

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Behind The Scenes!

-Kuroo not only didn't get Y/n's name, but was pretty curious as to her close relationship with the two guys that we know as Shin and Ren

-If she had to measure, Y/n felt about the same level of attraction and connection with Kuroo as she did with Oikawa when she first bumped into him at the boba shop; he was interesting but still just a casual, fun encounter in the end

-Gamer boy was obviously Kenma, yeah?

-Is it funny for anyone else that Bokuto is liking or retweeting the posts about Y/n? Or is it just me because I clearly know too much?

-Itsuki is non-canon, if you weren't sure :(

A/N: I really like how this one turned out, I don't know why. It could have something to do with the fact that I've been a Kuroo simp the longest but I dunno, it just... flowed. And I barely even chewed over the edits.

Btw, if you guys ever see first-person POV (my, me, I, us, we) or 'Faye', it's probably a good time to restate that this started out as a purely self-indulgent imagining, which is why I write most seamlessly as myself in the scenarios. I then change it over to 'Y/n' and reader perspective during multiple levels of edits so you all can hopefully enjoy the story/scenarios too, but it can (and likely will) still slip through sometimes. Just let me know, and I'll fix it, thank you :) <3

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[niawritess]

The Lovestruck~Chapter 4

{28 November}

8:12 am

"Potato!"

Daniel shouted as soon as he opened the door of your room and saw your sleeping figure, you were lying on your stomach with one arm above your head while other was hanging down by the edge of the bed.

"Potato wake up!" Daniel shook you and you raised your head a little.

"What? Where am i?" You mumbled and dropped your head again before rolling on your side and covered your face with blanket.

"Get up! Make me breakfast!" He pulled down the blanket from your face and you groaned as light from the window hit your face.

"Why did you wake up so early? It's sunday, let me sleep." You mumbled pulling your blanket to your face.

"No! I'm hungry! Make me breakfast then you can sleep the whole day." He made you sit on the bed while your eyes still close and your hair all over your face.

"Woah! Did conjuring ghost possesed you or what?" He snickered looking at you and you shot him a glare as soon as you opened your eyes.

"Yeah, because he wants me to kill you." You snapped, flipping your hair up before you grabbed a pillow and threw it in his direction but he caught it.

You huffed and got out of the bed before pushing him out of your room and you followed him behind while shooting him daggers with your eyes for ruining your peacful sleep.

*

You threw yourself on your bed after making the breakfast before closing your eyes to sleep but your phone buzzed.

"Who is it again?" You groaned rolling on your side before reaching out as you took your phone from side table and checked the caller ID.

"Oh, it's my bestie." You put the phone close to your ear as you answered. "Hello?"

"Yah! Are you awake?" She yelled and you flinched, pulling away the phone from your ear but then put it back again.

"Why are yelling in the morning?" You grunted.

"I called to remind you that i'll pick you up at 10 am sharp." She stated and you could hear her walking back and forth.

You frowned. "Why? Where are we going?"

She let out a exhasperated sigh. "Don't tell me Y/n you forgot! Today is basketball game."

You sat up as you recalled. "Oh, yeah yeah but why are you in a hurry? we still have like," You trailed off to look at the clock. "2 hours."

"Yeah, but i can't choose any outfit, i'm confused!" She whined and you shook your head. "We're not going to a party, we're going to watch basketball game."

"You're so not fun y/n! Anyway i think i chose my outfit, so i'm gonna take a shower and you get out of the bed already!" She ordered and you smiled at your bestie who knows you so well even without seeing you.

"Okay!" You replied and she hang up.

It was 9:40 when were done with your dressing and walked towards the dressing table.

You looked at yourself in the mirror after you got ready, wearing jeans paired up with white shirt and denim jacket over it while your hair in a high ponytail making you smile in satisfication as you took your phone and went downstairs.

"Ooh, look who is ready." You heard Ria's voice from living room as soon as you came down. "When did you arrived?"

"Just now." She answered and you looked at her outfit resembling yours, she was wearing a black shirt and jeans with denim jacket over it.

You chuckled. "Really?"

"Twinning." She giggled.

"What are you two supposed to be?" Daniel asked giving you both weird look.

"Besties." Ria wrapped her arm around your neck and you nodded smiling proudly while daniel shudder in cringe.

"Where are you two going?" He asked.

"We're going college, today is basketball game and our seniors are gonna ace it again." She cheered.

"Oh is Baekhyun hyung going to play?" He asked and you both nodded.

"Can i go too?" He stood up looking at you both pleading eyes.

"Uh-uh." Ria shook her head. "We don't have enough tickets."

"Then let me come with you and potato doesn't even watch games, it'll be waste of money." He said and you smacked his arm.

"Yah! It's Noona for you!" You glared at him. "Are you really my brother? Why do you like him so much?"

"He's cool." He grinned and you rolled your eyes while Ria groaned. "Don't start your bickering now! We're gonna get late."

"Sorry Dan but not this time." Ria patted his arm and he plopped on the couch sulking.

"Let's go." She looked at you and you nodded before glancing at daniel.

"Stop sulking, i'll buy your favorite walnut brownie." You said and his corner of lips turned up making you chuckle. "Look after the home and don't open the door unless it's me, okay?"

He nodded before you and Ria went out as she giggled."You brother and sister are really made for eachother."

You laughed and looked ahead. "Hm? Scooty?"

"Yep, now get on." She handed you helmet and wore hers before you both drove off.

***

You both reached your college where some girls were running towards the court as the game was going to start and Ria didn't wanted to lose the entry of the Seniors.

"Come on! We'll be late!" Ria jogged towards the basketball court and you followed behind.

As you both reached, going inside you sat on the third row of bleachers and looked around to see the whole area filled with almost girls as usual since everyone was waiting for this game.

"Here." You handed a juice bottle to ria and she took it with a frown.

"When did you bought this?" She asked, as she opened the bottle cap.

"When you were doing your business." You replied, taking a sip from your juice.

"Hang on, you left me when i was inside?" She questioned in a chidding tone and you nodded. "But I came back before you were out."

"Fine, i'll let you off this time." She crossed her arms to her chest.

"Oh thank you so much, I was so scared." You pretended to shudder and she rolled her eyes.

Then all of a sudden, crowd started cheering loudly and then you followed their gaze to see the Boys entering one by one in their jerseys.

You spotted Baekhyun, his jersey number was 04, his hair were down and a band on his wrist. Then you saw Rowoon in jersey number 13, you couldn't recognize your other Seniors since you've never seen them but just heard their name and that was thanks to your bestie.

"Y/n, that's Chanyeol Sunbae and the captain of the team." Ria whispered in your ear pointing at the guy in jersey number 61 and you nodded.

The boys were discussing and then they all stood in their position before Chanyeol and other guy from the other team stood across eachother before the refree blew his whistle and threw the ball up in the air.

The game started and it was getting tempted since both teams were playing so well that others couldn't even predict that who's going to win.

Your eyes followed Baekhyun, he was so concentrated in the game and you couldn't help but notice his serious expressions that you've never seen before because he's always smiling whenever you both talk.

As of now, the other team was leading by one point and the refree blew his whistle again where they halted on their positon before going to their seats as they got ten-minute break.

"Boys! Let's focus more!" Chanyeol spoke as they all sat on their seats and others nodded

.

Rowoon was drinking his water while roaming his eyes around the court, spotted a familiar face. "Y/n is here too?"

Baekhyun who was talking to chanyeol, turned his head towards Rowoon as he heard your name and following his gaze he spotted in the sitting area with your friend.

His brows knitted in confusion as how you are here and how Rowoon knows you before frowning as he looked at him. "You know her?"

He nodded. "Yes, we have a class together."

"Class together? She studies in this college?" Baekhyun asked in a surprise tone.

"Yes, but Sunbae, do you know her?" Rowoon asked and looked at Baekhyun who was lost in his thoughts and decided not to say anything.

"Baekhyun?" Chanyeol called him and shook him and he snapped out.

"Come on, let's break it!" He smirked and Baekhyun nodded before they did a high fived.

"What's gonna happen now?" You asked ria as the team was tied now.

"Don't worry, they're gonna break it." Ria replied smiling smugly.

The game got more interesting and everything was happening in a swift. As of now chanyeol's team was leading by 4 points and it seemed that the game was about to end.

Jongin who had ball in his hand and the other team's guy was blocking him from getting away but Jongin had another thing in his mind as he smirked and made a move tricking the guy where he quickly passed the ball to Sehun.

Taking the ball, Sehun made his way to the basket as he looked at his members where they exchanged looks before he passed the ball to Baekhyun and he passed it to chanyeol who was close to the basket. Getting the ball, chanyeol jumped and threw it in basket and it went in.

"We won!" Everyone one shouted as they jogged towards eachother and did a group hug before the crowd cheered loudly while clapping and so did you.

Your phone buzzed, pulling it out to see the caller ID, it was Daniel. Since it was loud inside, you went out and signaled Ria to go with you as she followed.

"Boys me too!"

The boys pulled away to see their coach running towards them and they did a group hug again.

"Let's go BBQ!" Chanyeol yelled.

"Junmyeon hyung's treat!" Jongdae shouted.

Why it's me again?" Junmyeon who confusingly pulled away.

"Because you're rich." Baekhyun said making everyone laugh.

"It's okay Junmyeon-ah, we'll split the bill." His coach wounded his arm around his shoulder while they were going to their locker room laughing.

Baekhyun looked back at the bleachers as everyone was leaving but he couldn't find you so he just went out.

"What was Dan saying?" Ria asked as you both walked to her scooty.

"Potato don't forget my brownie." You mimicked him and she laughed while siting on the scooty.

He's still on that?" She gave you the helmet before wearing hers.

"That's how he is." You wore the helmet and sat behind her and you both drove off to bakery shop.

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8:29 pm

"Cheers!"

The boys with their coach were gathered at the restaurant, celebrating their victory. They went straight to their home and rested including Baekhyun since he didn't had to go to the cafe today.

They sat down on their chairs while eating as Kyungsoo was the incharge of cooking as usual which his coach and some of his juniors helping him.

"It was an intense game!" Chanyeol spoke as he took a sip of his drink and Jongin nodded. "Right! It was more intense than last year."

"But how the game was going, i thought we would win by 2 or 3 points but we won by 6 points." Sehun joined in.

"But either way, we won!" Jongdae cheered loudly and took a bite of his chicken stick.

Baekhyun who took a sip of his soda as he doesn't drink and upon hearing about basketball game, you popped up in his mind, where he saw you today. He was wondering, how come he never saw you and why you never told him.

"Baekhyun-ah!" Junmyeon called him but he didn't listened and he called him again making him Baekhyun snapp out.

"What are you thinking about?" Junmyeon asked him but before Baekhyun could say anything Jongdae snickered. "His love life."

"What? Is it true?" His coach teased him and Baekhyun rolled his eyes.

"What are you talking about?!" Baekhyun whined and took a bite from his chicken stick while others laughed.

"Why? You even visited your home suddenly, isn't because of her?" Chanyeol looked at him with raised eyebrows and Baekhyun just stared at him as he couldn't utter a word since he did go there after listening to your words.

"See!" Chanyeol smiled mischeviously at his friend and Baekhyun narrowed his eyes at him.

"Still, there's nothing like what you're all thinking." Baekhyun stated, taking a sip again.

"So there is a girl!" Sehun exclaimed.

"Woah!" Everyone cheered and baekhyun just facepalmed.

"Stop it!" He yelled and everyone stopped, then looked at him before bursting out in laughter again and Baekhyun just shook his head as he knows his friends won't leave him alone that easily.

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[athenamikaelson]

Would you be able to write a Sam Winchester x fem!reader where the Winchesters get kidnapped by demons on a hunt and a few days later, reader comes to save them, taking out a ton of demons all on her own even though she's small and smiley, and neither of the brothers thought she could fight at all? Sam is dumbstruck like "where did that come from?? You're babie??? That's not allowed."

Sam Winchester x Reader

Request- Would you be able to write a Sam Winchester x fem!reader where the Winchesters get kidnapped by demons on a hunt and a few days later, reader comes to save them, taking out a ton of demons all on her own even though she's small and smiley, and neither of the brothers thought she could fight at all? Sam is dumbstruck like "where did that come from?? Your baby??? That's not allowed."

Warnings- swearing, reader killing demons

Word Count- 785

“Sammy Winchester! If you don’t call me back right now, I’m going to find you and make you wish you never met me!” I took a sigh as the beep signaling the end of the recorder sounded.

“Nothing of Sam?” Castiel asked from his seat at the table nearby. 

“No,” I sighed as I sat beside him, “Sam and Dean left on the hunt and they haven’t been home in awhile. What if something is wrong Cas? I have to go find them.” Cas only nodded as I stood up from the table.

“I’m coming with you. Sam would stab me if something happened to you.”

“Ok, so we both know the plan of attack right?” Castiel asked as I looked upon the old warehouse where Cas had tracked Dean and Sam.

“Yes, we go in guns blazing.” I say as I start to move towards the door. Until Cas steps in front of me. A confused but strong look on his features.

“I have no idea what that means but our plan was not that. Our plan was that you wait for me to go in and get Sam and Dean and you stay safe.” He turns around and starts to walk towards the door.

“Stay here.”

After waiting for what seemed like an hour, I had had enough.

“Screw this. Guns are going to blaze.” I push my way through the door, Ruby’s demon killing blade at my side. I push open the door and 2 demons make their way over to me in question but I drag the blade through their hearts without a thought. Their bodies dropped to the floor. I run into a room and see Sam and Dean roped to 2 chairs and Cass unconscious on the floor. I look around and see 4 demons turn to look at me. 

“Y/n! RUN!” Sam yells as he sees me. A look of fear on his face. His body starts to thrash against the ropes.

“Get her!” A tall, angry looking demon yells. The three other demons looked at me and charged. The first, a small odd looking man went for me and I raised my foot and kicked him in the chest pushing him back and stabbing him in the throat right as the 2nd demon charged for me. Resulting in him grabbing my stomach and pushing me  into him.

“Cute trick sweetheart, but you aren’t going anywhere.” The demon whispered in my ear as Sam’s screams filled my years.

“Oh. Are you so sure about that?” I pulled my little handgun out of my holster and shot the demon in the head, distracting him long enough for him to back off, and I dragged the knife into his chest.

“Two down, two to go.” I grab the knife out of the demon's throat and push towards the 3rd demon, who has an uncertain look on his face. I move towards him only for him to back away and raise his hands in surrender. 

“What are you doing!” The boss of the demons yells. 

“She's a crazy man, I’m out here.” Black smoke emerges from the demon’s vessel and it drops to the floor.

“It looks like it’s just you and me little girl.” I’m about to rush for him before an angel blade seeps through the demon’s throat. 

“Take that assbutt.” The demon falls to the ground and standing there is Castiel in all his glory. 

“Guns blazing right?” Castiel smiles as he looks at me. I throw a smile at him before I rush to Sam and Dean cutting them loose. They brush themselves off and just stare at me.

“What?” I throw an innocent smile on my face and Dean starts to laugh his ass off. 

“Damn girl. Remind me never to get on your bad side,” he looks at Sam, “good luck with this one Sammy, you got a good one. Treat her right or I will.” He smirks at us as he walks away. Patting me on the back before walking to Cas. 

“I- What.” Sam looks at me flabbergasted. I quickly stand on my toes and press a swift kiss to his lips. 

“Let’s go home.” I started to walk away before his hand grabbed mine.

“Hey wait,” I turn to face him and the confused look is still there, “How? You’re my baby? My fragile little angel, not some bad ass assassin. Where the hell did that come from?” I look at him and just smile. 

“You’re just going to have to get used to having a bad ass woman saving your ass every now and then.” 

The confused look on his face turns into a small smirk. 

“I could get used to that.”

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