#Pulling small pranks on her cousin

[piastappies]

Can you please write a comfort fic about jealous theo x reader? Maybe he gets jealous and then over thinks the situation so the reader comforts him?

If not that’s totally fine no stress! Thank you!

🧸 BEAUTIFUL BOY

synopsis. thedore nott gets jealous over his girlfriend’s friendship with mattheo.

notes. theodore nott x girlfriend!reader. established relationship, jealous theodore.

theo hated jealousy.

as a child, he used to be very possessive of his things, which always resulted in silly arguments with his cousins, when he threw a tantrum over a tantrum if someone touched some of his toys. as he grow up, he began to realize how much he saw his father in himself, so nott promised himself to never show that side of him again.

and he didn’t. theodore would always bottle up his feelings and then lash it all out at someone, who accidentally got into his path, and made one mistake, receiving a rough punch in the face afterwards.

that was until he met you — the meaning of his life, the sunshine to his grumpy, the member to make his family be found or anything that would make your stomach erupts in butterflies if he said that out loud. you gave him a new point of view, the one that let him feel… lightly, feel relieved about his problems. it was refreshing, really.

he should’ve known from the beginning that you, and your best friend come in a package. and he should’ve known, because the three of you were great friends even before you two started dating.

at first, it was nothing. a mere thought that occurred to him on a sleepless night, vanishing right after his brain was clouded with exhaustion, eyes falling shut. then, the strange feeling of bottled up jealousy got him.

your boyfriend started noticing all those small things that had never really mattered to him before. the way matt’s eyes always lit up when you entered the room, how he laughed at your jokes, how his hands somehow always found its way to wrap around you, or just touch you.

jesus. it made his blood boil, every single time. the outcome would easily disappoint you if you knew right away. when theo hated his possessive side, you despised when he fought random people at parties — even though it was awfully attractive to see him all angry, you hated patching him up, being a witness of every small wince, a gasp, or a hiss as you pressed a gauze to his face. you always thought of consequences as well, what if someone told the teachers or what if it ended up as a case in ministry of magic?

you wouldn’t even know that your boyfriend was struggling with endless thoughts of you, leaving him for mattheo. thank god that you were blessed with lorenzo, who apparently couldn’t keep his mouth shut (“i wouldn’t spill it, nott! you were just sulking, i had to tell her!”).

at the beginning, you just thought it was a silly prank the boys tried to pull on you – to see if you reacted in anyway, or to just mess with your head a little. the perspective changed as soon as you noticed how stiff theo would get, whenever riddle joined you. it was all confirmed, when he began avoiding you like plague.

“teddy.” you sighed, barging into his dorm (ironically, shared with mattheo) without knocking. “we have to talk.” the way you phrased it was enough to make him straighten up in his bed.

in his eyes, you were about to break up with him and reason it that you just didn’t love him anymore, and fell in love with your best friend. he could hear his heart shattering into pieces, see the tears that would dig holes in his cheeks as soon as you leave the room.

“something happened, baby?” he asked, trying his hardest to brush off the pain, accumulating in the back of his head. “did i upset you in any way?”

theodore watched you get closer to him, resting your arms against the wooden frame. “well, was there a reason to get upset?” your eyebrows were lifted as you made eye contact with him. “hm?”

a long sighed left his lips. he stood up from the bed, leaving his sheets all messy. he took a step forward, close enough to wrap his arms around your body, trying to get you as close as possible. “y/n…” he hummed, bringing his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to your shoulder.

it always worked if he tried to calm you down. not this time though.

“can you tell me what’s going on with you?” you asked. taking a few steps back, because you were mad at him and not a single kiss could change your mind (it could, you were just delusional). “did i do something to upset you?” you knew the answer, whatsoever you wanted to hear it from him.

“no– no, baby. why are you saying that?” theo frowned.

“so, you’ve been avoiding me all week long just for the funsies?”

shit, he thought. so you noticed it all. noticed how distant he grew. his eyes closed for a second and you really believed he would brush you off again, just like he did all this week. “it’s stupid.” he turned his head towards you. “i was jealous.”

your silence has pulled on his tongue. “of how mattheo acts around you, and uh. i got scared that if i tell you about it, you’re either gonna laugh at me or agree with my worries and leave me for matt.”

“teddy.” the way you were still using his nickname eased his worries a bit. “i love you, okay? only you, always you.” you confessed, dropping the L bomb for the first time in your relationship, finally feeling ready to. it made his heart flutter, soo much it almost pained him.

“you do?” you chuckled at his words, giving up the tough girlfriend act, your palms cupping his cheeks, bringing him a little closer. “y/n, i am so sorry, i should’ve talked to you.” his arms wrapped around your waist, forehead falling onto your shoulder.

“you should have.” the words rolled on your tongue in a soft manner as you placed a few kisses on his temple, nails gently scratching his nape. “i see where you’re coming from, but you gotta talk to me about things like that.”

it took theo five seconds to pick you up and throw you on his bed, cuddling up to you as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear, reassuring him of your feelings.

“but if you could, you’d choose me over anyone?” theo lifted his eyebrows at you, and you couldn’t hold a giggle back.

“well, over anyone?” you teased, grinning. “i could never not choose pansy.”

[sigma-alpha-writer-chad]

Grow Up, Would You? [Josh Washington]

“I don’t know if you’ve changed any since middle school but I really hope you’ve learned the difference between pranking somebody and just being a fucking bully.”

You can also find this story on Ao3!

Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two

[Italicized chapters are sort of like,, flash backs? Stuff in the past, whatever.]

[CHAPTER ONE]

I’d never been one for parties.

Yet there I stood, staring up at the house of the address I was given, the windows flashing a multitude of colors as the muffled music blared. People were scattered around the front lawn, holding their drinks and talking happily amongst themselves as laughter filled the cool night air. I felt a sense of midding as I slowly made my way to the front door, a small smile formed on my face.

I opened the front door to be met with the loud, hot air of the party. It wasn’t packed, but it was close. Immediately I started looking around for the one who invited me, gently pushing my way through the groups of people. There were faces I recognized, and ones I didn’t. I hadn’t seen anyone in the area since I’d changed schools years prior. But none of them were who I was searching for. Until finally, I saw him.

He was tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes behind a pair of thick black rectangular glasses. He wore a dark green sweater that fit his broad shoulders snugly and blue jeans. I especially knew it was him when I spotted his hiking shoes.

Who wears hiking shoes to a party?

“Chris!” I called. M y cousin, Christopher Hartley, leaning up against the wall and talking to a girl with red hair. He turned to me and smiled.

“Jordan! I didn’t think you’d show,” he said. He took a step towards me and pull ed me into a tight, familiar hug. Chris took a step back as if to get a better look at me. “You look great!”

“Yeah, well, y’know,” I grinned. I tucked a hair behind my ear. It was Chris’s friend group’s graduation party, and it was a big one. A smaller celebration had been held prior by the adults for Chris , a nice outdoor barbecue with baby photos tacked onto the walls and various cork boards. But once that was over and everyone had left, Chris begged me to go with him to a much larger, run by the teens grad party the next week.

“Let me introduce you to my friends!” Chris was practically yelling into my ear to be heard over the blasting music.

“Uhm, no! I’m good, actually, I’ve met your friends!” I’ d met his friends. Mean girls, meat-heads, and -

“C’mon, Jordan, please! You haven’t seen them in like 4 years, they’re totally new people now!” Chris insisted. He grabbed my wrist and began to pull me back towards the red-haired girl. I recognized her then.

“Hi, Ashley,” I waved meekly.

Ashley Brown. Despite the people she surrounded herself with, Ashley seemed like a nice girl. She had red shoulder length hair and hazel eyes under thin eyebrows. Her makeup was subtle and suited her well. She was a very conventionally pretty girl and one that Chris had a huge crush on. Even back in elementary school I remembered seeing her and Chris, nervously sitting together at lunch. Their crushes on each other were so obviously mutual it was sickening to know they were both oblivious to the other’s feelings.

“Hey, Jordan.” Ashley smiled sweetly and waved back at me before glancing back at Chris with a look that screamed “get me out of this.” I decided to get her out of the situation myself while escaping the prospects of having to re meet Chris’s friends. As far as I knew, the group was entirely made up of the same people as it was when I’d changed schools 4 years prior. “Actually Chris, I’m going to go…” I paused. “To the bathroom.”

“But you just got here,” Chris’s face dropped. He knew me well enough to know I was just making an excuse.

“I drink a lot of water, and -”

“Jordan. Don’t ditch me,” Chris said. “Please.” At that moment I despised him for being a sweetheart. I couldn’t say no to Chris, no matter how much I’d wanted to.

Chris spent the next hour or so introducing me to his posse. Just as I’d suspected, it was exactly the same as it had been previously. Emily Davis, Jessica Riley, Matthew Taylor, Michael Monroe, Samantha Giddings, and Hannah and Beth Washington. I noticed there was one missing, but I didn’t dare ask in fear of reminding Chris of th at final person.

“ Sam seems nice,” I commented. “She’s probably my favorite out of everybody that you’ve introduced me to.” And I wasn’t lying. Sam stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the people she ran with. She was active, vegan – not passive-aggressive.

“Yeah, Sam’s great. Hey, I’m going to grab a drink. Do you want something?”

“A water bottle?” Chris gave me a look.

“Really?” I nodded and he left to go get the beverages, leaving me by myself near a fireplace. I took a moment to really look around at the house I was in. It was large, just short of a mansion, and old. The architecture was somewhat gothic.

“ BOO!” I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden scare. Someone had grabbed my shoulders hard as they shouted into my ear. I knew immediately who it was, and I was as far from happy as someone could have ever possibly been. I heard a familiar laughter as I turned around to face him, taking deep and steady breaths.

“Joshua Washington,” I said blankly. “Still fail to grow up?” Josh’s smile fades.

“Whatever your name is,” Josh repeated my tone. I couldn’t tell whether or not he had actually forgotten my name or didn’t care to use It. “Still can’t take a joke?”

“Guess not,” I shrugged. Josh stared at me, his shit-eating grin slowly returning to his face. “Or maybe you should come up with some new jokes. ‘Boo’? So last year.” I held eye contact with Joshua for what felt like an hour.

“An oldie but a goodie.” Josh’s brow twitches in frustration. He still held onto his smile but I could tell it was a struggle.

“Not a goodie if nobody fucking likes it.”

“I like it.”

“Hey, Josh! I see you’ve re-met Jordan!” Chris chimed in. Whether he knew we were about to start fighting or not was a mystery, but I was grateful for the interruption nonetheless.

“ Right, Jordan, that’s what it was,” Josh said. “I didn’t remember her at all other than the amount of crying she did.”

“The amount of crying you made me do.”

“All in good fun.”

“You tried to get pig’s blood to ‘Carrie’ me.”

“Like I said, just jokes.” Chris finally interjected.

“C’mon, Jordan, he didn’t mean anything by -” I hold my hand up to stop Chris there.

“I’m not doing this. You were in on a lot of those, Chris, you know how they hurt me.” I didn’t expect him to be on Josh’s side, but then again it wasn’t that surprising considering the amount of torture he helped exact. Chris looked down at the floor in defeat. I turn to Josh.

“I don’t know if you’ve changed any since middle school but I really hope you’ve learned the difference between pranking somebody and just being a fucking bully.” I huffed at him. I could barely see him under all of the lights but I managed to catch a glimpse of expression other than snark. For half of a second I could’ve sworn it was remorse.

It didn’t last.

“ Well. I’m not a bully, so… whatever.” Josh turned around and walked away, leaving Chris and I. I was shocked to look at Chris and see him glaring at me.

“Did you have to do that?” He asked. I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

“Do what?”

“Start a fight, just like that?” I could feel my heart sink.

“Chris, no, I didn’t -”

“Why can’t you just get over it already?” I could smell the booze on Chris’s breath. I knew he was drunk, he didn’t mean it. He couldn’t. He watched me cry enough growing up to know what kind of effects Joshua Washington had on me and my mental health. I chose to say nothing, my eyes full of tears threatening to spill over. My throat felt tight, and I knew if I said a word, all eyes would be on me as I cried in the middle of the room. So I just shake my head and shrug. I took my water bottle and headed out onto the back porch of the house – where Hannah and Beth Washington happened to be.

They noticed right away that my expression was negative. Something I’d apparently forgotten was how different from their brother the twins were, as they came to me immediately.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Hannah asked as she took my hands into her own. I swallowed.

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” I sighed, looking over the balcony and into the woods.

“Was it Josh?” Beth asked. My eyes flickered to hers. My silence was all the answer that she’d needed. “He’s an ass, for sure. But he’s not as bad as he makes himself out to be. When it comes to you we don’t know what’s wrong with him.” I’m surprised at what Beth was saying. “Have you heard that dumb stuff about ‘he’s only making fun of you because he likes you’ from, like, grade school? I think it’s like that.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at that. The twins ignore the obvious attitude and continued to chat with me. There was absolutely no way Joshua harbored any feelings for me other than disdain, and there was no way in HELL that it could have ever been romantic.

“Girl, don’t worry. You can hang with us.” Hannah grinned at me as she hopped excitedly. “He’ll leave you alone if we tell him to, or whatever.” I smiled at the girls. Just as I had with Chris, I could smell the booze on them and could only assume this kindness and promise of friendship was temporary. Once they were sober, they wouldn’t remember this at all. And if they did, I was sure they would regret it.

“Sure, that would be nice,” I admitted. Even if it’s just for the night, I would never complain about having friends – even if they were related to my sworn enemy.

“Great! Give me your phone!” Hannah insisted. I did as she’d asked, and next thing I knew I had their contact information. “We’ll hang out after tonight, we promise.” I nodded. I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t hoped it would happen, that these two would somehow integrate me into their lives.

It was severely unfortunate that it didn’t last long.

[storiesfromafan]

A/N: Hi everyone, been a little while. I have been working on various stories in an attempt to break the writers block. Finally finished something, though I'm not 100% on how I feel about it. Hope you enjoy.

Mattheo x Fem!Reader

Spin The Bottle

How the Hell did you get here, starring down at an empty glass bottle. Which was pointed at you, and on the other end was none other than Mattheo ‘God’s gift to every Hogwarts girl’ Riddle. That pointed, smouldering gaze boring into you, making you want to slink back to oblivion.

Ah yes, good old days where you weren’t on anyone’s radar. Not even Mattheo fricken Riddles radar. The bliss of not being notice, blending into the students around. Free of social queues, or being social in general besides you’re few friends. It was such a nice existence, and this past month you began to miss it.

But like every teen girl, towards the end of fifth year, you began to feel a bit restless. The need to feel pretty, to be seen by the opposite sex as something to desire. So, during the break you had taken a trip with your parents to Paris to visit family. While there you sort out advice from your older female cousins. They were beautiful, graceful and everything you wanted to be. They took you under their wings. Guided you, and made you over.

So, when it came time to gather on Platform 9¾ and head back to Hogwarts for sixth year, you were nervous but excited. Joyous but also filled with dread. For the invisible nerdy girl finally took off her glasses and used contacts. No longer boxed in by framing bangs, now they are slowly growing out. Along with the growing out your bangs you had ditched tying your hair up every day, instead letting your (colour) locks flow over your shoulders in soft curls, all thanks to your cousins and their tips. Finally, your frumpy clothes were gone, replaced with more fitted and fashionable ones.

Your sixth year was your fresh start. New year, new you. That’s what you told yourself. Unfortunately, your lack of social queues made you oblivious to notice all the eyes that saw and followed you. You were the shiny new penny, with a gleam catching everyone’s eye. Including the Syltherin heart throb that’s gaze was currently all you could notice.

Now back to the question at hand; how the Hell did you get here. Chalk it up to teen insecurities, some ambition and lack of male attention. That’s how you got here. Along with your friends pestering you to finally go to a Slytherin House party. They had begged, no pleaded with you. And reluctantly you gave in. Though a small part was intrigued. The stories over the years of House parties always piqued your interest. And going from an ugly duckling to a beautiful Swan made you think you should go. But you did not expect to play spin the bottle, nor have Mattheo land on you!

The boy should be outlawed for being so good looking, as well as charming and over all dangerous to the female population! And just like all the other girls, you had a small crush on the guy. But what female student didn’t? And if they said they didn’t, they are lying. For Mattheo was every girl’s type. All girls like a bad boy, and Mattheo was the definition of bad. He had the looks, the attitude, smokes, drinks, skips class, pulls pranks...you get my drift. Mattheo was the bad boy every girl wanted to save, or sacrifice themselves in the process.

“It’s you” Ella, one of your friends whispered nudging you.

Her words brought you back to reality, which also made time seem to return to normal. Releasing the breath you had been holding you looked to the bottle and then back to the Slytherin before you. Now came the time for the game to claim your first kiss, and with Mattheo.

Shakily you moved to your knees and moved to lean over the bottle, Mattheo following your movements. You both met over the bottle. He looked into your eyes, which no doubt showed how frazzled you were. A soft, sweet smile formed on his lips, which seemed to settle your nerves.

“Eyes on me” Mattheo said softly. “Forget everyone else, it’s just you and me...”

With some ease in your eyes and body, Mattheo didn’t wait for that spell to break, for he was the one to close the distance. The feel of his soft lips against yours brought you back to reality. Mattheo Riddle was kissing you! (First name) (Last name) were locking lips with the most crushed on male in your year, no school!

Slowly Mattheo moved his lips against yours, his tongue coming out to run along your bottom lip. Your body stiffened. First your first kiss, and now your first French kiss he wants to take!? Who did he think he was?

Noticing your hesitance, Mattheo pulled back and looked at you with questioning eyes. He hadn’t forced his tongue into your mouth, nor did he take your first French kiss. Part of your heart skipped a beat at how the bad boy had some gentleman in him. The ohhhs around you both brought you back to the present. You had just kissed Mattheo. In front of a group of your peers.

Feeling the heat in your cheeks, you averted your eyes while moving back to your spot. But before you took your turn you decided to make a quick exit. You couldn’t play on. You shouldn’t have played in the first place! Some groaned and protested of your choice to leave. But Ella saying she’d spin instead helped ease those around you.

It didn’t entirely matter to you. You were a mixed bag of thoughts and emotions. Escaping the party, which was in fine form, you headed to a bathroom. You need a moment of as much silence you can get so you could sort yourself out. Once in the nearest bathroom, you turned on the tap at the sink. Cupping the cold water you were about to splash your face but stopped, you remembered the make up you wore. Instead you let your hands cool before placing the cool, wet hands on the back and around your neck.

‘I’m an idiot!’ you thought with a groan, as reality sunk in.

After kissing Mattheo you practically ran from the circle of your peers. Who does that? No one had ever done that before. You knew that because there has never been any gossip of someone kissing and running. Until now. You will be the talk of the school. How pathetic you are to kiss the schools heart throb and then run away like a baby.

Then you replayed the kiss in your mind. Mattheo had been gentle, and not forceful. From the way other girls talk about him, he was meant to be some scoundrel that takes what he wants, but does it in a way that makes you want more. He might be a bad boy, but he still was respectful. You touched your lips with your fingers. It was a perfect first kiss. You smiled at that. Only for it to fall knowing you’d had ruined your chance by taking off like a spooked animal.

‘Good job’ you scolded yourself, looking at your reflection. “Just perfect” you huffed.

“You or the kiss?” Came a curious voice behind you, making you turn around and clutch the sink behind you.

Upon turning around you were greeted by the boy on your mind, Mattheo Riddle. He gave you a soft smile placing his hands in his pockets.

“Personally, I think both are perfect” his voice was soft and slightly echoed against the walls.

It took a few minutes before his words sunk in. Mattheo Riddle just said not only was your kiss perfect, so are you. No doubt the look on your face marked with confusion and some horror. He thought you to be perfect. Was he crazy? Possibly. Or was this some big joke? More likely.

“I...I don’t understand...” You said in disbelief. “I’m far from perfect...”

Mattheo gave a soft, genuine smile. “I think you are”. He slowly moves across the bathroom. “I think your caring, smart, thoughtful, attentive, adorably cute...and that was all before your change”.

He stopped before you as he finished his words. Once again you were floored. Mattheo has noticed you all along! He saw you when you thought you were invisible, or rather thought you were invisible. You always thought your friends, some of your house mates and teachers always saw you. You had only became visible when in your first broom riding class in first year when you fell off your broom while a few meters off the ground. Also the numerous times you had been a klutz and fallen down staircases, quiet ungraceful too. Being uncoordinated and smart, every mistake or accident got your peers laughing at you.

“I-I don’t understand” you said softly. “You noticed me before?” You asked, needing an explanation.

Mattheo brought his hand up and moved a bit of hair out of your face. “It’s hard not to when you were the first person I encountered on the train in first year. You were all alone in a carriage. Dressed like a boy with crazy hair” he chuckled.

A light bulb went off in your mind. How had you forgotten that moment? He had asked if he could share the carriage, and you had meekly said yes. You both sat quietly, studying the other. Finally Mattheo took the initiative to talk, though he had been rude. After seeing you jump, he realised you were nervous, maybe a bit scared.

“First time away from home?” He had asked with a sigh.

You nodded your head watching him with big (E/C) eyes.

“It’s like that” he offered with a softer tone of voice. “Your parents were sad to watch you go. But they were just like you, leaving their family to go to Hogwarts”.

Once again you nodded your head, but slowly.

“Look at it like this, you’re on an adventure” he sat back further with a genuine smile. “Every moment away from home you are learning, exploring and making memories, all stories to tell your parents when you see them”.

Mattheo had shown a moment of kindness to you. But looking back over the years there were other times he had been kind to you. From opening a door and letting you enter first, to helping take potion ingredients that are too high on a shelf down for you, to stopping you from falling into the lake a few times when students had tried to push you in. Mattheo Riddle had always noticed you and had been so kind.

“You were always kind to me...” You said slightly dumbfounded.

Mattheo playfully rolled his eyes. “Don’t let everyone hear you say that. I have a bad boy rep to keep intact”.

You laughed at his words. “Sorry, I won’t go broadcasting it”. Mattheo then laughed.

Once you both stopped laughed, you both looked at each other. You took this time to study the boy before you. He had changed so much since first year. He was cute back then but now he was handsome. Much taller now, you had to tilt your head up to look at the male before you. His gorgeous brown eyes shining with humour and delight, a rare sight to be seen, as they usually show coldness and boredom.

“You’ve changed so much since the tomboy with crazy hair” Mattheo chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, “shut up” you chuckled playfully pushing him.

Before you could retract your hand, Mattheo reaches out and took your hand in his. Watching you closely he brought your hand to his lips, leaving a chaste kiss to your knuckles. You felt your breath hitch at his ministrations. He was being charming, like he would with many other girls, but with you it was real.

“I didn’t mind the tomboy you. Nor did I mind the frumpy, nerdy look you had going” Mattheo stated, thumb caressing the back of your hand that was still in his hold. “But I would be lying if I said I didn’t like your new look. I want you to know I have always like you, the you on the inside”.

If your brain was working you would have either melted, knees would have gone week at his confession and actions. He was making it hard not to fall head over heels for the boy before you. Than you asked yourself why he followed you? Why he has said what he has?

“Why? W-why tell me this now...” You thought out loud.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Mattheo asked. “I thought I was being apparent, and I thought you were smart” he joked. “(Y/N/N), I like you”.

You were shocked. The school bad boy just admitted to liking you. And possibly liked you for sometime. Any girl would swoon and kiss Mattheo for such a confession. But you weren’t like those girls. You pulled back your hand and moved away from Mattheo, thinking of running from the room. Running was something you liked to do recently.

“Where are you going?” He asked watching you with slight worry but a lot of hilarity. “Going to run away again? Might have to call you Cinderella”.

You stopped and shot Mattheo a dirty look. “I’m not like Cinderella”.

“Yes you are, you ran after we kissed” he stated matter-of-factly walking towards you.

“I-I” you spluttered trying to figure out what to say as you move backwards, Mattheo moving with you.

Feeling your back coming in contact with a wall, you jumped. Mattheo taking no time, placing a hand on either side of your head blocking you in.

“No running away this time Cinderella” he said softly, holding your gaze with his deep brown eyes.

Seeing as you weren’t going to speak, or run, Mattheo moved his left hand to caress your cheek. The contact made you jump, but the soft movement slowly soothing you.

“I serious (Y/N/N). I like you. Past, present and future” his words held sincerity that made your heart flutter. “And I hope I’m part of that future...”

Mattheo’s words left you speechless. You had never heard him speak so much to you, let alone hear how much depth he had in him. The Hogwarts bad boy, Slytherin heart throb was opening up to you. Mattheo Riddle likes you. The ugly duckling, turned beautiful Swan, as stated by your friends.

“Are you going to say anything?” Mattheo asked, fear leaking into his voice. He of all people was the last you’d think to be self conscious.

Snapping out of it, you stood up straighter. “I like you!” You blurted out not thinking. Once realising what you just did you groaned and hung your head.

Mattheo started to laugh, but it wasn’t malicious. It was hearty and warm. As his laugh died down, Mattheo lifted your head up. He looked you in the eyes, nothing but warmth and joy in his eyes.

“You are too cute love” he said softly. “And I’m glad you like me back”.

You smiled threw your embarrassment. Before you could say anything, or try to say anything, Mattheo took the opportunity to capture your lips. Shocked you tensed up, but feeling him lace his fingers in your hair relaxed you. He was soft, tender with you. But then his tongue ran along your bottom lip, causing you to jump a little again.

Pulling back Mattheo looked at you reassuringly. “It’s alright love, no rush”.

Mattheo took you into his arms and held you close. You rest your head against his chest, muttering sweet things in your ear.

Unfortunately that was the moment a few girls walked into the bathroom, and came across you both. You all looked at each other, before you felt your face heat up and you pushed Mattheo away. Not waiting for him or the girls to speak, you took off out of the bathroom. Without skipping a beat, Mattheo took off after you and the girls found themselves giggling at what they walked into, or what they could have walked in on. If Mattheo’s reputation was correct.

Feeling a tad humiliated you didn’t listen to Mattheo and his calls to slow down or stop. You had decided you were done for the night. And hoped tomorrow’s gossip mill isn’t about you.

A/N: as always, happy for feedback :)

[bones4thecats]

This is just another request but can I please ask for Loki Thor and Poseidon with kianna komori

But in this scenario she ends up dying but ends up being resurrected as an angel but she still remembers them

Kianna: what made you think I would forget you?

Fun fact in an alternate scenario she ends up dying but father Demaryius( my other OC)

Ends up bringing her back to life as an angel

Their S/O Gets Reincarnated As An Angel

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Loki, Thor, and Poseidon Name: Their S/O Gets Reincarnated As An Angel Requester: @nunezs-stuff

A/N: I read about an angel’s wing color, so to sum up the Reader’s different ones; Pink - Chamuel (Angel of peaceful relationships), Purple - Zadkiel (Angel of mercy), and Green - Raphael (Angel of healing)

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🐍 Loki hailed himself as a God who did not enjoy humans being around at all. Whether it be male, female, even a child, if they were human, Loki did not like being around them, for what reason? I have no clue

🐍 Probably just Odin rubbing off on him

🐍 But, when Thor came home one day with a duo of supposed humans, Loki gained interest in the shorter one, that shorter one being you!

🐍 He had begun to hang around you all of the time. From annoying you as you worked on stuff to just laying out small pranks on you whenever he wanted. He basically was hanging off of you like you were the bamboo to his koala

🐍 Once you both started your relationship, Loki had gained quite a bit more of an interest in you. So like, what your hobbies were, what your previous life on Earth was, etc.

🐍 Because of how much time the God of Mischief began to spend with you, he started to become very clingy and attached to you

🐍 So, it broke his heart into smithereens when it was announced that the traitor of the Greek Pantheon and the third-born of the four Olympian Brothers, Adamas, had attempted to ally the Goddess you were visiting; Aphrodite, in his endeavor

🐍 And, due to her attempting to pry more information of his reasoning for this battle out of him, he had thrown a spear in a random direction, and unfortunately, you were in that direction. Once the blade had pierced through your body, you had died, causing Aphrodite to attack Adamas herself in a fit of rage

🐍 Loki had an old scarf that you gave him on your first date in the winter, and he never let go of the long fabric ever since that fateful day

🐍 As he walked around the old garden that the Norse Pantheon had in their domain, he had gotten the message from Huginn and Mininn that there was an angel coming in for a meeting with Odin and the main Gods of the Pantheon, meaning Loki had to be there

🐍 Despite his sour mood, Loki gripped the green and purple fabric closely as he bee-lined for his uncle’s estate. And, once he met the room and walked inside, he had seen his cousin, Thor, patting the head of the supposed angel as Odin smiled, he was genuinely smiling!

🐍 Loki stood there as the angel turned around, their large pink wings flowing behind them as their tiny white halo glowed in the sunlight, and once their eyes met his, Loki dropped the scarf and ran towards them, wrapping his arms around their form, encasing them in a tear-jerking hug

" Holy shit… " " Hello Loki. "

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🌩️ Thor was beyond depressed, he didn’t even train for weeks after hearing the news of your passing

🌩️ You and him were very close. He had met you as he took a small stroll around the human realm, since he just needed some space from his cousin, Loki’s, antics

🌩️ He had been sitting beside a small pond in the middle of the woods as he heard a voice ask him if he was alright, making him turn around and nearly pull out his hammer to attack

🌩️ Once his eyes met yours, his heart skipped a beat; you had the most beautiful eyes, eyes that could, in his perspective, compare to those of the Deities of Beauty or Purity

🌩️ Thor began to travel down to the same pond to meet you, and eventually during your second month of knowing one another, he asked if he could court you, which led to dating, then marriage, and then you and him starting your real lives together

🌩️ Nothing was going to stop him from having a happy life with you, but, unfortunately, life had another idea for him

🌩️ The God of Thunder had heard the news from a distraught Loki, who had been a witness to your demise. He claimed that a minor God from the Pantheon had gotten angry with the fact that you, a human, was married to Thor, so, in the fit of rage, they had wrapped you in vines and squashed you to death as their poison flowed through your system, much to Loki’s horror who found your body just minutes later

🌩️ Thor had ordered for the guilty to be brought before him, and once they were, he hadn’t given them a fast death, he let them suffer at the hands of multiple Gods, Odin, Loki, Poseidon, Hades (whom the previous two you had grown close to), and him of course

🌩️ While many tried to woo him in the same way that you had, nobody had come close in his eyes at your place. You were his one and only spouse, nobody could ever come close to you

🌩️ Now, it was the marking of the day of your anniversary of your first meeting, and every year, Thor would go down to the forest to the pond that he had his fellow Deities keep in tip-top shape, and this year was pretty much the same

🌩️ But, seeing someone sit there, nonetheless an angel sitting there with their purple wings holding out and their bright halo holding above their head, its glow getting brighter as the God of Thunder neared you

🌩️ And, despite the stoicness staying strong on his face, his eyes lit up in joy

" It is lovely seeing you here again, Y/N. " " You as well, my dearest. "

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🔱 Much like Loki, Poseidon prided himself on his superiority against both humans and Deities alike

🔱 Poseidon loved to watch others tremble in fear at his mere presence, it showed how perfect he was compared to those ‘disfigured’ beings that laid underneath his feet dipped in scum

🔱 But, when his oldest brother Hades had brought a human soul to a meeting with the claim that they had a soul purpose of helping them out with their duties, he gained interest in you, that poor soul

🔱 Unlike Adamas and Zeus, he did not attempt to either seduce you to do things with him against marriage or threaten you into doing things for you, Poseidon just asked you and you did it. Due to these actions, you gained a mutual ‘respect’ for one another

🔱 This fake respect eventually developed into true respect, then a shared romantic interest before becoming a real connection of two souls wrapping around one another

🔱 Once he asked you to become his for the rest of your shared lives, he began to really show himself to you, no strings attached. Well, he did make sure you didn’t tell anyone how soft he was with you, but you get the point

🔱 Poseidon was shocked to watch Proteus run inside, slamming the doors open of his office where he and Hades sat down discussing matters. The first thing the two brothers noticed was the major amount of bloods on his hands, causing his heart to stop momentarily

🔱 Hades looked at his brother and nodded, which sent the God of the Seas running after the God of Rivers who was leading the way towards the edge of the sea’s boundary, at the land where the Greek’s led their lands to another Pantheon

🔱 The two brothers stopped once the bloody sight of one of your oldest friends, Apollo, holding you as blood covered his hands, sending waves of thoughts through your lover’s mind, the main one being; what in the name of Valhalla happened to you?

🔱 That sight was one that Poseidon never forgot, every time he saw blood, he would think of your form in Apollo’s arms on the ground

🔱 Ever since that day, Poseidon never left his castle unless it was necessary, preferring to spend his time looking at papers he needed done or look at old photographs you had wrapped up in a book. These photos had you, him, friends, family members, and allies during meetings and whatnot

🔱 A few years later, Zeus had requested Poseidon to attend a meeting with him and some of the other Gods, and, due to it being mandatory in Hades’ words, he had headed towards his younger brother’s home

🔱 Gripping his trident, Poseidon opened the doors and looked inside to find an angel sitting on his seat’s arm, much to his annoyance, since angels were ranked below the Gods

" Holy being, step aside. " " I’m surprised you're being so cold to someone you once cared for, Poseidon. "

🔱 His ocean-colored eyes widened once he saw the angel unwrap their green wings from their body, allowing their water-looking halo to drip down into small droplets of rain as Poseidon lightly sank

" Y/N? " " Hello, my love. "

[charliedawn]

Ok, hear me out... Nurse Y/N that has an identical twin or is an identical triplet. What if they switch to see how long it takes for everyone to notice or if they notice that it's not Y/N? Or one day someone says that Y/N has a visitor and someone identical to her walks in and everyone is just: 👁️👄👁️

(my cousins do this to me all the time and each time I have to guess who is who, it doesn't help that their names rhyme 😭)

Also love the blog! Haven't heard from you in a bit, how are you?

You asked your twin to take care of the slashers while you were out of town, but didn't expect the slashers to immediately see through your trick.

Jason felt it the moment he hugged your twin. He felt her hesitate, whereas you...You had never hesitated before.

He also felt it when he tightened his hold on you and he felt the woman in his arms squirm.

"I...It hurts.", she complained and Jason's breath quickened as he tightened his hold even more.

It wasn't you. It couldn't be.

"...Not Y/N."

He was about to crush your twin when he heard someone clap behind him and turned around swiftly to see you standing there with a small playful smile on your face.

"I see that you've met my twin. Settle down, Jason. She's a friend."

He immediately released your twin who ran to hide behind you and coughed multiple times before smiling.

"Wow. You got quite the strong grip, fella'."

Jason didn't say anything.

Instead, he let out a soft grunt and turned around to leave. He doesn't like pranks.

Freddy didn't notice right away. It took him a few days to realize something wasn't right and it was only when he managed to get a glimpse at your twin's eyes that he was convinced that this wasn't you.

"Your eyes...They're different.", he told your twin who took a step back and answered with a small giggle.

"They're eyes, Freddy. They don't change."

But, Freddy wasn't in a laughing mood. He stared even harder and frowned.

"Yours did. You're not looking at me right. And I find it weird."

He then took a good look at your twin and his frown deepened.

"Ya don't look right either...Come on. What's the matter with ya, huh nursy ?"

He cooed before raising his clawed hand to your twin's face who instinctively took a step back, making Freddy's eyes widen in shock.

He suddenly pinned your twin to the wall in front of him and spat.

"Okay. Who the fuck are you and where is my nurse, ya wannabe ?"

Thankfully, you returned just at that moment and separated the both of them.

You then explained to Freddy what had happened and he took a moment to understand what kind of prank you had just tried to pull on him and finally grinned.

"I see...Good one."

He wasn't particularly mad at you since he did far worse, but wouldn't have expected it from you. But, not bad.

"..."

Knives first. Talking after.

Your twin had no idea what she was getting herself into when she entered Vincent's bedroom.

She was met with various wax figurines and didn't think more about it at first, not until she fell face to face with an exact replica of one of the guards she had seen that very morning.

It seemed so lifelike and then, the statue's eyes moved and she screamed before falling backwards and crawling away from the statue.

Unfortunately, Vincent heard her and came in to find his beloved nurse crawling away from one of his creations in fear.

He was taken aback at first, since he thought you liked his art.

But, shock turned into anger as he saw the way you were looking at him...as if he was a monster.

He grunted loudly before raising his blades in the air to cut your twin in two.

But then...

"VINCENT !"

Your voice brought him to a sudden halt as he looked up and found you at the door with widened eyes.

Your twin quickly got up and hid behind you while you looked at the wax statue with a disapproving frown.

"What did we say about taking living people for your art ?"

He lowered his head in shame and you sighed before turning around to leave.

"I will take my sister back. When I get back, you better have gotten all that wax off the poor man..."

Your sister had asked Bo to drive her to town so she may see you and switch back, but she didn't expect Bo to find her out in the car.

Her mistake: the slight shiver she had at Bo's proximity. Bo had this effect on some people. They could feel his malicious intent before he even told them.

"Yar cold or sumthin' ?", he asked before eyeing your twin up and down suspiciously.

"No.", she replied with a weak voice.

"Hmm...", he hummed before eyeing your twin again with narrowed eyes. There was something not quite right here.

"I need to go check on Lester. Stay here."

She nodded and Bo got out of the car.

It was a lie.

Lester wasn't in St Louis. He had been spared the journey...But, your twin didn't know that.

When Bo returned, his eyes darkened and a naughty smirk spread over his face.

Your twin immediately locked the doors of the car at the sight, but didn't expect it when Bo used his elbow to shatter the window and drag her out.

"COME HERE, BITCH ! LET ME TEACH YA A THING OR TWO ON WHAT HAPPENS TO LYING BRATS !"

He effortlessly shoved her on the ground and your twin screamed as she desperately tried to get away.

Thankfully, your car drove by and you almost jumped out of the car to stop Bo.

"THAT'S ENOUGH !"

Bo indulged and let her go instantly, but you had learned your lesson by the way his eyes stared a little too intensely at your twin.

Never switch again.

"You...smell different.", he uttered next to her ear with a low and threatening voice.

"I changed shampoos.", she tried to explain—but Brahms didn't believe her.

"You're hurting me. Let go.", your twin said as Brahms gripped her arms tightly.

"...Liar."

He then proceeded in almost breaking her arms until you walked in and separated them.

As soon as you explained what was going on, he smiled and nodded understandingly.

But, he preferred if you would have told him earlier.

Brahms doesn't react well to strangers and if you hadn't intervened, I don't think your twin would have made it.

Ghostface knew something was up, but wasn't exactly sure yet.

He stared at 'you' and waited until your twin and himself were alone before tilting his head and asking the question that would be sure to give him the answer.

"...Hello Y/N...Tell me. What is your favorite scary movie ?"

Your twin stilled for a second too long before turning towards him with a fake smile.

"Hum...I'd say Halloween. Why ?"

In an instant, she was pinned to the wall with a knife pressed against her throat.

"Wrong answer, dummy."

He had asked you the question so many times...He knew the answer by heart by now.

"...It is ours. It has always been ours."

His Y/N knew that she was working with slashers, horrifying monsters...soulless killers. And she liked to imagine herself in an horror movie—but one that would end with a happy ending.

So, Ghostface knew by your twin's answer that it couldn't be you.

And he was proven right when you returned just at that moment and separated them both.

But, he wasn't upset. He found it rather entertaining.

"...Not. Ours."

"W...What ?", your twin tried to say without trembling—but she failed.

It only took one glimpse at your twin and Michael knew it wasn't you.

Not only does he have two personalities trapped in one body, but he also memorized your every move and reaction.

He could tell your twin was far too tense and uncomfortable around the slashers to be you.

He waited until the slashers were all gone before calmly standing up and grabbing your twin by the throat and raising her up in the air.

"NOT OURS !", he repeated with an uncanny calmness while your twin was desperately trying to kick him.

Finally, you arrived and convinced Myers to let her go, but he wasn't fond of the prank and you could see it with how he ignored you for weeks after that.

Micheal Myers is not a fan of pranks.

"...You can't fool me, sweetheart. You may look like her, but when you spend as much time with her as we do, you learn a thing or two. For example..."

Jack took a step forward and reached out for your twin's hair to pull on one of the loose strands/curls.

"Nurse Y/N prefers to tie her hair in a knot in order not to let them get in her eyes when she's working and..."

He wiped his thumb over his vest, which left a pinkish trail on its way.

"She doesn't wear makeup. Not like that anyway."

He then smirked before eyeing your twin up and down.

"She also always puts pants on because she knows that there are some serious perverts in the facility."

Your twin hesitated before pulling down her skirt a bit and Jack clicked his tongue before pointing to his own lips.

"And finally, she is always smiling. Because Y/N isn't afraid..."

Your twin tried to smile, but it felt forced...fake. Jack's eyes seemed to bore into hers and even though his posture seemed relaxed—his eyes were drilling holes into her skull.

"Now, tell me...Who the hell are you ?"

The game was over before it even started.

Jack is observant. He's a writer. He likes to watch people and your twin wouldn't even have to speak a word for him to notice the difference—as long as he's sober that is.

"NEW FRIEND !"

Penny didn't hesitate before hugging your twin, but didn't make the mistake.

He knows your mind by heart and would immediately notice the difference.

However, his eyes lit up yellow when he smelt something he hadn't smelt in a long time.

"....Fear."

Penny smirked ad his teeth sharpened before he leaned forward and was about to open his mouth when you came in.

He immediately released your twin, but you weren't fooled.

You looked at the both of them and frowned in disapproval at Penny.

"...Penny...I thought we were over this."

Penny lowered his head, but when he looked up at you—you didn't fail to notice the way his smile widened.

"...Penny sorry."

Yeah. Somehow, you didn't really believe him...

Pennywise knew from the start that something was wrong. You didn't feel the same. You may have looked like yourself, but your thoughts and gestures were different.

He wasn't usually bothered by you—sitting down next to him.

But then, you started touching him. As if you didn't know or care about what he thought.

At the end, he was the first one to notice and when your twin tried to touch his shoulder, he grabbed her and snarled.

"DON'T TOUCH ME !"

It brought the attention of all the other slashers who gathered around the two of you.

Michael was about to stop Pennywise when he stopped dead in his tracks and suddenly, they all seemed to smell the same thing...

Their heads simultaneously turned towards the woman Pennywise was currently holding by the throat as her face was covered in tears and her heart seemed to beat a thousand times a minute.

....She was afraid.

And everyone knew that nurse Y/N wasn't afraid.

So, they all seemed to understand that this wasn't you and when you finally decided to show yourself and explain the situation, some of the slashers were amused—some much less.

Pennywise took it the hardest and grumbled something about 'Stupid humans' and walked off.

Yeah...Give him time and he'd come around.

He usually likes a good prank, but your twin touched him. And that, that was a no go.

[asa-do-your-thing]

The Maelström

Alyrie Targaryen, the middle child of King Viserys and Queen Alicent Hightower, embarks on a diplomatic mission to the north just before her brother Aemond heads to Storm's End. Contrary to her mother's description of Lord Stark as a savage, she discovers a refined, honorable and handsome lord. However, her former fiancé, Jacaerys Velaryon is also present and tries to hinder her interactions with Cregan, wishing to have his attention for himself. When Jacaerys learns of his Lucerys' death at Aemond's hands, his rage erupts towards Alyrie. In a bid to protect herself and to escape a potential war, Alyrie urgently asks Crgan to marry her.

For the whole story, check out AO3 <3

Thank you @hotd-bigbang and @darushi-chan for everything ^-^ dividers by @targaryen-dynasty Below are some excerpts... :)

Jace.

She wondered what he had been doing these past few moons. Was Rhaenyra also looking for a new match for him? Who would he marry? Was he also being pushed around to try and convince Great Houses to support their side? Of course he was, she thought bitterly, he was Rhaenyra’s heir.

Her fingers halted their meticulous dance across the fabric, her mind awash with memories. Jacaerys — Jace — had been more than a cousin to her; he'd been her confidant, her companion through countless dreams and adventures within the castle walls. His presence had been like a beacon of light in the shadowy labyrinth of courtly intrigues, his laughter a cure for the lonely hours spent amid lessons and meaningless teas and dinners with her ladies.

She missed him - missed the sound of his voice, the way his eyes would twinkle mischievously before he pulled one of his harmless pranks. The memory brought a smile to Alyrie's face, quickly dimming as she remembered the circumstances that now separated them.

A sharp jab brought her back to reality, her thumb having strayed too close to the needle. Sucking at the small wound, she cast a long glance at the darkened window. The moon hung high in the sky. She wondered if Jace was looking at that same moon wherever he was, thinking about her.

Alyrie bit her lip, her mind spinning. Why was Jace in Winterfell and why hadn't she known about this sooner? She thought back to their last meeting, the words left unspoken, the feelings left unresolved. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked towards Lord Cregan.

"And why is he here?" She asked, striving for casualness but only managing to sound frail.

"I don't know," Lord Stark admitted with a shrug, leaning back in his chair. "He arrived unannounced a fortnight ago. He claimed that he needed some time away from court and that he would be staying here indefinitely."

Alyrie's brow furrowed in confusion. That didn't sound like Jace at all. He thrived at court, loved the thrill of politics and the bargaining of alliances. For him to abandon it all so abruptly... something was amiss.

"And you just accommodated him?" Alyrie questioned, her violet eyes flickering with suspicion.

Cregan held up his hands in surrender. "He is still Prince Jacaerys," he pointed out. "It is not my place to refuse him shelter. And if I might remind you, your Grace, that I have accommodated you just the same."

Alyrie nodded slowly, mulling over his words as she paced around the room, her eyes gently scanning the ancient books scattered across the shelves.

"Would you wish for me to leave?" She finally asked, turning to face Lord Stark once more.

"Well," Cregan began, his brows knitting as he mustered her carefully, “there is no need for that. Winterfell has welcomed you with open arms and I will be willing to listen to King Aegon’s… wishes. As long as you do not start a fight here, you are more than welcome to stay.”

Alyrie let out a soft breath she didn't even realise she had been holding. She knew she wasn't one to start brawls, but with Jace... well, things could go awry quite easily. If not physical, then emotional, at least. "I will do my best to avoid conflict, my Lord."

In her solitude, she hoped for a sign from the Seven or any gods that would listen – a sign that she was on the right path, but none came. Well, in one way or another it did come, a few hours later - as promised, Lord Cregan came to collect her to show her Winterfell’s glass gardens.

He leaned against the wall on the other side of her chamber’s doors, waiting patiently for her to come out. “Your Grace, I hope you’ve had a peaceful day, doing… your womanly things.”

Alyrie grinned and nodded. Gods, he was so charming, she thought to herself and thought back to her mother ranting about him. ‘He’s as hairy as a bear, has a child with no septa tending to it and has almost no manners, I’ve been told! I cannot fathom how a man like him can be a Lord Paramount. Or maybe it is even better like that… If he is such, then how are the other people from that frigid wasteland?’

“Oh, ‘twas very peaceful indeed. I played the high harp and embroidered. How was the fight with the mopey Prince?”, she cheekily asked back and took his offered arm. Gods, how big it was, she thought with a small blush and held her head up high as they walked through the corridors out towards the Godswood.

He chuckled deeply, a sound that resonated through his chest and caused the arm she linked with to vibrate slightly. "Mopey? Hm. The young Prince can fight, I'll give him that. But he definitely needs a stronger grip."

A curious smile spread across her face as they walked, her eyes darting around the corridor. “Oh?” She arched one thin brow at the lord alongside her and let out a soft giggle. “And what can you tell me about your grip, my lord?”

Cregan glanced down at their arms linked together, a slow smirk spreading on his lips. "Strong enough to hold my own in battle, my princess." He let the words hang in the air for a moment too long, loaded with double entendre.

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Kijimuna

CR 2

Chaotic Neutral Small Humanoid

Adventure Path: Jade Regent: Tides of Honor, pg. 84-85

These coastal cousins of the common goblinoids lack most of the malicious bent that can be found in goblin clans in the Inner Sea Region, for more than a few reasons; they don't want for food, they live simple lives, and their pyromania is considerably less destructive than that of their landlocked kin. Unlike many of the larger goblin clans in the Inner Sea, the Kijimuna are also cut off entirely from the wicked teachings of the Goblin Hero-Gods (this ironically includes Zogmugot, despite her dominion over goblin shoreline societies) and instead their culture seems to have been born from kindly spirits of fire and the sea... not that any of them remember it. Whatever story in their past happened to make them the way they are today is lost to time.

Combat-wise, the Kijimuna are nothing to write home about; this article is mostly about their lore and behavior rather than what they can do in a fight. They come armed with spears that deal 1d6+1 damage with one attack, and most of them carry around entangling nets to make their victims easier to beat to death. More often than not the spears are only used as deterrence, the Kiji rarely ever fighting to the death and preferring to render enemies unconscious, then steal their stuff and leave them tied up somewhere for someone else to find. Any fights to the end are always the result of someone attacking to kill THEM first, and in every other case, they prefer to take it easy.

The most shocking thing they can do is Steal Fire, calling any nonmagical fire of campfire size or smaller to their hand and turning it into a ghostly Dancing Lights at their command. The Kijimuna can command their orbs to crash into someone or something, either causing 2d6 Fire damage (and potentially igniting something flammable), or outlining them in ghostly fire (as Faerie Fire) for 5 hours. Both modes have their uses, but ironically, it's likely the Faerie Fire that's the more dangerous one! Any source of flame snuffed by Steal Fire cannot be relit for 24 entire hours, and Faerie Fire makes the victim glow like a beacon for every predator in the coastal forests the Kiji call home... predators they can no longer see coming or ward off with flame, because they can't relight their torches or campfires. Kijimuna are not especially dangerous on their own, but they can still cost someone their life indirectly... not that they're in a hurry to.

Kijimuna spend the majority of their days doing one of three things: fishing, planning pranks, and pulling pranks. Living on the bounty of the seas has given them a +4 racial bonus to both the act of fishing itself AND to Swim checks, giving them a total of +9 to Profession (Fisherman) and +10 to Swim, typically meaning a single Kiji can catch far more than it will ever need to eat on a given day. A portion of their catches, in fact, end up rotting on the shore when they inevitably get abandoned, the Kiji growing bored of the act and forgetting to store their food. They fish both for sustenance and for entertainment, and when fishing is no longer fun, they quickly move on to the aforementioned pranks.

Consummate pranksters, Kiji can spend hours concocting their jokes, their homes literally littered with diagrams and sketches of their next big prank (whether they have the same belief about the written word as landlocked goblins is not stated), making their huts, caverns, and tree-houses look like the lairs of some maniacal villain. When it comes to launching them, things rarely go as well as they hope for, but part of the fun is trying at all! Besides, if they DO end up working, then it's all the better.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, Kiji pranks run the full gamut of harmless but inconvenient to legitimately dangerous, with the Kiji having difficulty grasping why anyone wouldn't want to be a part of their comedy acts (which, again, points towards them having fey origins). To the Kiji, being included in the bit is an honor, and anyone who grows angry or resentful over being pranked--even if the prank caused them actual harm--is just a spoilsport who clearly needs to be pranked even harder until they can see the actual humor in it, in much the same way a comedian who offends someone with an off-color joke may attempt to double down on them until the soured audience member either leaves or laughs. In this case, though, the poor target may eventually die... though in the Kiji's defense, this isn't on purpose.

Kiji are not killers, you see. They try and avoid directly causing deaths to any creature that doesn't wish them death first, with only the dreaded octopus (a creature they are, as a whole, irrationally terrified of) earning their lethal ire no matter what. Any settlement living nearby a clan of Kiji never fears for starvation, as the goblinkin will gladly stock their storerooms with fish (even and especially if they have to break in to do it), and the Kiji will even come to their defense as guardians if a true threat actually arises. There are a few reasons why they do this, mostly because if their friends and neighbors die, they'll have no one to share fish and jokes with!

Perhaps their lackadaisical and mischievous approach to life also has something to do with the fact that they have a maximum lifespan of 15 years, with most of them passing away at around 10, an absolutely ephemeral pittance when half the playable ancestries can easily hit 100 and still have life left in them. With their own histories lost to their kind, Kijimuna may be subconsciously motivated by the need to be remembered by someone else. A single human being can see four, five, or even six generations of Kiji come and go, so they can remember pranks pulled in the past, acting as unintentional living libraries of things the Kiji have already done and essentially forcing the next generation to come up with new material, because the old jokes won't work on them anymore.

You can read more about them here.

[monsteraddict1]

Chapter 4

I got into the shower before we had to leave.

The four of us grabbed the minimal things we brought and got on the plane. My aunt talking to someone with the last name Vargas. I smiled softly to myself because that was Jackie's last name. Though I was well aware there was probably no relation.

"You wanna get trained quickly?" Aunt Kate looked at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked cautiously. I was not in the mood to be thrown into a war zone.

  "Lieutenant Ghost and Sargent Soap are currently on their way to Mexico."

  "Ghost and... Soap?" My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

   My aunt let out a sigh. "It's their call sign." She clearly didn't understand either.

  "So I'm being flown off the Mexico?"

  "Yeah, but this part isn't all beaches and resorts." John walked in.

  "I gathered that." I mumbled. Honestly it just came out. "When do I go?"

  "Now. I just informed Ghost and Soap, as well as Alejandro." Aunt Kate spoke. "We will be on the plane behind you." She then grabbed my bag and handed it to me. I just looked at her and gave a small nod.

  "Alright. Umm. So I just get on the plane?" I asked. Now I wasn't so sure of joining this mess. if you were to ask me a month ago if I'd join the military I would've said it went against everything I stood for.

  "Na, you can swim, private." Kyle joked sarcastically. I shot him a side eye and he laughed.

  "Wouldn't mind swimming in Mexico." I mumbled my thoughts out loud.

  "Now, (Y/n)!" My aunt scolded. I perked up.

  "K boss." I nodded and ran off. I heard Gaz and Price laugh.

  I found the plane I was meant to get on. A few other soldiers getting on. I followed behind them. I didn't look at any of them, they all wore a uniform and had guns on them. I did as well but my hand was no where near the trigger.

  I ended up sitting next to a guy who looked genuinely pissed off that I was next to him. I looked at his uniform for a second to make sure I wasn't next to a lieutenant or captain. Or anyone else of high rank. He looked like another Sargent. Which was higher than me so I guess he had every right to look annoyed. I get it. I'm a teenage girl.

I just pulled out my phone and opened up the group chat with Damian, Darragh and Jackie.

Guess who's going to Mexico!!- me

Finally we are hearing from you!- Damian

If you run into my cousins slap em for me!- Jackie

I'll slap Pablo for you- me

Ugh please do. He's the worst of them. Or Martin that way he knows you're mine, poo bear<3- Jackie

Unless your uncle wants me- me

Girl- he is twice your age- Jackie

Even better ;p- me

When I went to Mexico with Jackie and her family I had the absolute pleasure of meeting most of her cousins. Pablo was a year younger than us and is an absolute fiend. He would pull random pranks on us the entire time we were there. And Martin. He was a year and a half older than me. He would not stop hitting on me in the worst way possible. He was a player but swore he would treat me right. No one believed him. Even his father said to slap him if he tried anything. And his father was more fine than he was.

Na poo bear is actually crazy- Darragh

I let out a small huff of laughter. I mean what friends don't flirt with each other.

You're just jealous that I can bag a baddie- me

Na Damian is kinda fine- Darragh

EXCUSE ME?!?!- Damian

You heard me, oil up- Darragh

Okay, now that's crazy- Jackie

I'm a child of god!- Damian

I heard the plane start to rumble and start rolling.

The plane is leaving now, I'll talk to y'all later- me

I shut my phone off and took a deep breath. In a few hours I will be in Mexico. And hopefully not running into any of Jackie's relatives.

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The plane landed and I immediately texted the group chat before standing up.

Landed. Keep y'all updated;p- me

Remember what I said!- Jackie

Don't worry. I remember -me

I quickly stood up and grabbed the gun that I had placed by my feet. I got off the plane and looked around. Gaz said I was looking for a man in a skull mask and a guy with a Mohawk.

There were a few other planes on the base. One that landed at the same time as us.

"Alejandro!" I heard a Scottish accent yell.

"Sargent MacTavish." A Mexican accent.

"Call me Soap."

There they are. I saw the man in a Mohawk and a skull mask. I slowly approached them.

"Lieutenant, Laswell says they call you Ghost." The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't see the face of the man. And there was no way that I knew him. I didn't even know what part of Mexico I was in.

"Actually, I believe he prefers to be-"

"That'll do!" Ghost interrupted and I couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Welcome to the city of souls." Alejandro spoke. They then turned around and I froze.

No fucking way this was Martin's fucking father. Jackie is gonna freak when I tell her this.

"Ah. Um. Hello." I gave a polite smile. "I'm sure my aunt told you guys I was joining you."

"Private (Y/n). Yes. Lasswell mentioned it." Soap smiled.

Jesus Christ these men are fucking jacked.

"(Y/n)?" Alejandro looked down at me. "You're Jackie's friend."

"Uh yeah."

"The girl my son was obsessed with."

The girl who was obsessed with you.

"Yeah, yeah I remember." I cringed. There was no way I was going on a mission with this man. Especially after everything I said about him to his niece.

We continued walking. The Soap spoke up.

"Never been to Mexico."

"This isn't Mexico. This is Las Almas." Alejandro responded. He moved his arms as he spoke.

"Shepherds contractors are inbound to reinforce. They're bringing hardware, they'll need room." Ghost spoke in a gruff english accent.

Ew.

"My base is your base."

"Good. Now, where's Hassan?"

Does he just not have manners? I thought British people had too tier etiquette.

"Cartel safe-house, ten clicks from here."Alejandro responded. I don't know how he just tolerated that. I hate when people talk to me like that. And if I was I higher rank than that there would be no way I'd tolerate that.

We walked to the armored car. And I stood next to Soap because Alejandro got in the passenger seat.

"She gets the middle." Ghost's rough voice was heard from over the car. I was gonna get in the middle anyway. I'm the smallest one here. Also. Why is he acting like he was going to get forced in the middle?

I opened the door and slid into the middle seat. This was probably a nicer car than the one me and my friends rented for prom our senior year. Not even two seconds later I was squished between the two Brit's.

Damian would be so disappointed.

"This is my second in command, Sargent major Rodolfo Parra" Alejandro introduced the driver. I met him as well. We called him Rudy. He's funny. A little more reserved than Alejandro.

"Le tengo miedo a los fantasmas." Rudy said dryly. I smiled but looked down. It was obvious the men next to me didn't know that meant 'I'm afraid of ghosts'

"You know Spanish? (Y/n) don't answer that." The colonel looked back at us. And I couldn't help but let my face go red.

I spoke a little Spanish from school. But I can't quite get the accent down. So when I introduced myself to Alejandro when I first met him I spoke in Spanish. He laughed and introduced himself in perfect English.

"No." Soap responded.

"You will." And with that Rudy started driving.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi hope you are fine can you make a fic where Charlie and ruby had a younger brother ,who is Lizzie's pet. so both Charlie and ruby along with their cousin Billy played a prank on him saying he is adopted. So after that whatever happened he thinks that is because he is adopted then the truth came humorously that he is not adopted infront of whole family.

Hey love,

This is a bit on the shorter side and I did change it a bit, but hopefully you like it! Today went well for me and I'm avoiding falling into the pit of despair by writing. Thank you again to everyone who offered support <3

Warnings: Sad kids

Things were always moving a little bit faster than you at Arrow House. No matter how hard you tried your little legs couldn't keep up. They were clumsy, and you often skinned your knees on the ground. Ruby used to help you all the time, but you felt that she would rather run ahead with Charlie these days. 

While sitting in the patch of mud you had slipped in, you sighed remembering the real reason you didnt fit. You were adopted. You thought back to that night, angry at yourself for not having been tough. The cousins were telling spooky stories, you had gotten scared and tried to cling to Ruby. Such a baby’s mistake. Billy had said that you were scared because you were adopted. That your dad never got scared, which was true, so naturally you weren't his son. 

You had tried to push his words out of your head since, but every time you landed on the ground, knocked something over, or couldn't play the game well, the words came back to haunt you. You weren't really a part of the family. 

Lizzie came to help you and you looked up at her feeling embarrassed. She wasn't even your mum, she shouldn't have to help you all the time. You got yourself up and walked back to the house. You brushed off her attempts to help you no matter how much you wanted her help. 

These feelings only weighed you down further as the family came around. The other kids were too loud to compete with. Tommy was busy, he didnt have time to waste on a little boy who got scared. This information didn't soothe the ache in your heart as he would twirl Ruby in the air, or ruffle Charlie’s hair. 

You pulled away and tried to get used to doing things on your own. Charlie and Ruby seemed happy that you didnt bother them anymore.

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There was a big ball being held at the house and Ruby was convinced that it was because she was a princess. That Tommy was looking for her prince charming. You felt even more sick at the thought of being introduced and shown off as one of the Shelby family. They were supposed to walk out with Lizzie and Tommy, and then Esme was to take them downstairs to hang out with the cousins and Finn. 

You looked down at the fancy suit they had put you in and tried to imagine yourself being tall like Tommy. Tall, and Feared. But no matter how tall you imagined yourself you knew that you wouldn't grow right. You would look however your real parents looked. 

Were they tall or short? 

“Come on, times almost up.” Tommy’s voice made you jump. He surprised you by picking you up into his arms. You tried to hide your face ashamed of the tears forming in your eyes. 

For a small moment, you felt that your dad had tried to find you specifically like they wouldn't go out without you. 

“Hey, now. What’s wrong?” He asked. 

“You don’t have to take me out there.” You whispered feeling so small. 

“Can’t be a Shelby entrance without all the Shelbys” He answered easily. “It’s alright if you're shy, I’ll carry you.” 

“No, but I’m not a Shelby.” The tears fell and you looked up at Tommy watching his eyebrows come together. 

“Not a Shelby Eh?” You nodded sniffling. 

“Look at me.” You tried to maintain eye contact with him but it was a challenge. “You are a Shelby, I’ve worked very hard to build a life for you that you can be proud of - ” 

You didnt understand what he meant. 

“But everyone told me I’m adopted it doesn't matter what kind of life you're proud of.” You stumbled on the words and it took Tommy a long moment to answer. 

“I watched over you in your mum’s belly for nine months, I watched you come into the world, and I was the first person to hold you. There is no way you're adopted.” 

“Your lying. I get scared, you never get scared so cousin Billy told me that it’s because I'm adopted.” 

“Cousin Billy is full of shit.” He laughed. “I’ll tell you a secret.” He lowered his voice to just a whisper. “I get scared all the time. I just learned not to show it.” 

“Oh. I should hide it then? Just push it down?” You were so relieved that there was a way to get better. Your father stared ahead for a long moment till Mum yelled at him from the top of the stairs. 

“No” His eyes flashed down to you finally. “If you're scared, tell me.” 

“THOMAS” Your mother called from the stairs and you watched your dad roll his eyes. 

“You ready then?” He asked you and you nodded happy that he held you tightly the whole time. He carried you down the stairs as everyone was announced. Some old people pinched his cheeks and cooed at him. Then your dad sent you off with Esme with a wink. 

She held your hand and you thought about telling her about Billy. Anger filled your tummy and you decided you would have to handle this like a grown-up. How your dad or uncles would handle it.

“Alright, Finn?” Esme called and Finn rolled his eyes from where he had perched himself in the widow sill. Esme laughed then let go of your hand and left. You looked around the room still angry. 

Finn was on the opposite end of the room as Billy, so it seemed like a good time to strike. You walked over grabbing a toy truck from the ground. 

He paid no attention as you walked over. 

“I am not adopted.” You announced with a new sense of power.

“Yes you a-” You didnt let him finish as you smacked him hard across the cheek with the toy truck. You felt guily as soon as you had done it. Finn almost fell trying to get off the window sill and scooped you up into the air before the bigger boy could retaliate. 

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR -” Billy let out a loud groan. Finn tried to compose himself, but you could tell that he wanted to laugh. 

“I AM NOT ADOPTED.” You shouted at him. 

“Alright, no one is adopted. No hitting.” Finn looked at each of the boys. Despite the age difference between you and Billy both of you knew that Finn was the coolest person on the planet. He had cigarettes and girlfriends, he could drive, and his hair was all swoopy. 

Both boys apologized and the night continued on. You didnt try to chase after everyone, and eventually, Finn came and put you on the window sill with him. He read you a storybook that had no pictures, but it was just as good because he did the funny voices. You hoped that he had enjoyed it just as much as you did.

[tetsunabouquet]

Not A Prank - Eren Yeager X F!Reader

You waited at the entrance of the amusement park and you couldn't help but feel like you were being pranked. Because why would Eren Yeager ask you to meet him at the entrance for a date? I mean, you did understand the logistics, his car had broken down last week so you knew he couldn't pick you up just like you knew Eren and Mikasa had broken up last month- the girls at college wouldn't let anyone forget Eren was single. However, why he asked you out was beyond you. You were friends, sort of. Being Sasha's cousin, you've been dragging her and Connie out of trouble since you were kids, generally being the only braincell of the trio. You often were invited to group outings with their friends, but having gone to a different high school it wasn't until college that you actually became part of the group. Eren was a nice guy, even though he could be quite the hothead. Speaking of hot, Eren certainly qualified. As he approached you, his hair was pulled up in the man-bun only the seldom individual could pull off and look hot, his shirt having a v-neck and showing glimpses of the chest that had all the girls drooling, wearing the leather jacket you knew Connie had given him his previous birthday. He smiled to you, "I hope I didn't make you wait too long." "Not at all," you lied. Honestly you didn't knew if you were waiting for a minute or an hour- the anticipation had been agony. He guided you into the park with a grin, children's laughter and the screams of teenagers and adults filling the air. "I really am sorry my car broke down. The line at the Roc Bird's probably hours long at this point," Eren groaned softly and you looked at him, a small smile lingering on your lips. "Ah well, the Formule X never has that long of a line. How about we go there before we buy something for lunch?" Eren grinned from ear to ear, looking at you with such delight that you were surprised. It was such a happy, fond look that all of your musings how Eren couldn't be serious about liking you were discarded. As the two of you walked to the red rollercoaster, Eren nudged you. "You're studying my face like it's exam time. What's up?" "Ah well, I am just surprised." You said, embarrassed, "I didn't expect you to have a thing for me, really." Eren's green eyes softened and your heart skipped a beat. "Well, we haven't been that vocal about it, but Mikasa and I have been growing apart since graduation. Before we knew it our hearts were already moving on. " He scratched his neck, trying to find more words to properly confess his feelings. How in the attempts to ignore Mikasa and Jean's ever growing closeness he started distracting himself with his friends, allowing him to get to know you better. How he'd always noticed you were pretty, but had never noticed you had common ground in things like your shared love for amusement parks or a similar untamable spirit. "Well, suppose I'm a lucky gal then, huh?" You teased lightly, nudging him back. "About as lucky as this guy over here," he said and you smiled broadly at Eren who gave you a moony eyed grin that made you dizzy. "I hope you'll still like me if I end up with my spit flying at the speed." Eren chuckled at your slightly flustered but playful demeanor, "Of course I will. I'd love to see it captured on photo." You looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Are you seriously going to look at how the ride's pictures come out?" "Yes, and I will be buying our photo. Our first shared humilation, is there a better way to start a relationship?" You laughed at the thought, knowing photos taking during the ride were the worst kind of photos- even worse then the stiff faces you had to pull for your ID pictures. "It certainly would be a bonding experience, like wearing matching onesies. Even better if we wore them to class." "Now you really sound like you grew up with Sasha and Connie." You giggled but you couldn't deny they were responsible for part of your brain being fried. "You better get used to it if we're going to date," you told him. Eren tugged a lock of your hair behind your ear. "I think I will.".

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 12: Mischief

Fandom: Encanto

Pairing: Camilo and Bruno

Summary: Camilo uses his powers to cause mischief in Casita.

(Have to include this uncle and nephew pairing on this list ❤️😁)

"Camilo!"

Bruno turned as pounding feet came up Casita's stairs.

A figure that looked like Felix jumped up the stairs. "Ha-ha!"

Bruno watched as the Felix figure jumped away from one of Isabela's vines before turning back into Camilo.

Camilo then darted down the hall toward Bruno. "Uncle Bruno!"

The older Tio jumped as his nephew rushed behind him. "Camilo? What are you doing?"

"Hiding from them!" Camilo pointed.

When Bruno looked up, he saw Mirable, Luisa, and Isabela storming up the stairs. All three were covered in red glitter and looked absolutely upset about it.

"Wow, wow, wow." Bruno stepped toward his neices. "What's going on here?"

Isabela used her vines to spin Bruno out of the way. "Stay out of this Tio Bruno. This is between us and Camilo."

Camilo tried to run again as the three girls approached him. However, he barely made an inch before Isabela had him wrapped in vines.

"You think it's funny to prank us all day?" Isabela demanded.

"U-uhum," Camilo stuttered.

"Do you know how hard it is to get glitter out of fabric!" Mirabel demanded.

"Or out of hair!" Isabela added.

"We can't even shower yet. I have to go out looking like I rolled in something dead! And glittery!" Luisa growled out.

Camilo craned his neck away from the three angry girls.

Meanwhile, Bruno rushed forward and in between the heated debate. "Woooow, wow, wow, wow. Wow. Camilo, how many pranks have you pulled today?"

"Uhhh, sixteen and counting," the teen replied, his voice going up several octaves at the end.

"And counting!" Isabela demanded.

"I had a lot of free time this morning."

A second later, Isabela turned her cousin upside down with the vines he was wrapped in.

Bruno held up his hands. "Okay, okay, okay. Look, you three go get cleaned up as best you can and I'll talk with Camilo."

"But he---!"

"I know." Bruno turned the three around. "But ganging up on him when you're this upset is not going to end well. Take some time to destress before you have to go back out."

A few moments later, the three girls walked off while Camilo dropped to the ground.

"Thank you sobrinas. Tio Bruno loves you." Bruno brushed his hands off. "Okay, Camilo. Let's---Camilo?"

When the older uncle turned to address his nephew, he discovered Camilo was gone.

Bruno looked around upstairs. "Camilo? . . . Camilo."

There was no sign of the teen upstairs so Bruno moved downstairs. A quick scan showed Delores standing off to the side of Casita, adjusting a few paintings on the wall.

"Hey Delores, have you seen Camilo?" Bruno asked.

The older teen tilted her head then shook it.

Bruno studied his sobrina. "Are you sure?"

"Mh-hm," Delores answered as she continued adjusting the paintings.

"Uh-huh, then why are there two of you?"

Delores stiffened and turned. When she looked to where Bruno was pointing, there was indeed a Delores walking and talking with Mariano outside of Casita.

Meanwhile, the Delores inside Casita slowly turned her eyes to make eye contact with Bruno.

Bruno stepped closer. "Camilo, what are you---?"

Something moved out of the corner of the older Tio's eye. When he looked up, he noticed a bucket hanging on the railing of the second floor. Looking down, Bruno also saw a small wire just near his foot.

The older Tio deadpanned as he made eye contact with Camilo disguised as Delores. "Really?"

Then the Camilo disguised as Delores took off.

Bruno took off after him, "Camilo! Get back here!"

As he darted upstairs, Delores turned back into the mentioned teen. "Sorry Tio Bruno!"

However, before he could get far, Camilo tripped. He landed with a loud thud on the floor.

Bruno skidded to a stop by his nephew. "Gracias Casita."

A few of the tiles flipped over in response.

"Thanks for selling me out Casita," Camilo growled.

One last tile flipped up to pop the teen in the forehead.

"Ow!"

Bruno chuckled as he grabbed Camilo up by the collar. "Come along Sabrino."

"Why are you targeting me!" The teen exclaimed and struggled to get out of the hold. "They deserved it!"

"I sincerely doubt it."

"It's true-AH!" Camilo stumbled forward as he was gently shoved into Bruno's tower.

Bruno shut the door. "Camilo, you're going to get hurt if you're not careful."

"But Tio, it's just some stupid little pranks!"

"I know, but if you do too many, people aren't going to trust you." The older uncle squeezed his nephew's shoulder. "They're just going to think you're only trying to prank them."

Camilo shrugged. "Eh, I think I'll be fine."

Bruno sighed as his nephew started walking toward his door. "Camilo---."

"I promise Tio, I'm alright."

Just as Camilo reached out to grab the handle of the door, Bruno grabbed his shoulder. "I don't believe you."

Camilo turned. "What?"

"I said, I don't believe you."

"Huh?"

Bruno pulled Camilo back into his arms. "You have not done anything that has shown me you are."

"Hey!" The young teen squirmed.

"Nope." Bruno wrapped his arms around his nephew. "Why should I believe you?"

"Because I said I am!"

"Uh-huh." The older uncle started wiggling his fingers into his nephew's sides. "But why should I trust you?"

Camilo broke into laughter while curling into a ball. "Becahahause!"

"Becuase yohou're soho trustwohorthy?"

"Yehes!"

Bruno spidered onto Camilo's stomach. "Even after you sprayed all three of your cousins with glue and glitter?"

"Yehes!"

Bruno dug in to the middle of Camilo's stomach. "And after you pretended to be your sister Delores?"

"Ah! Yes!"

The older uncle paused. "And after you then tried to drop a bucket on me?"

"Uhuhuh, maybehe."

Bruno tsked. "Unfortunately, due to circumstances, I don't."

"What? Why?"

"How do I know you're not just going to get ready for another prank?" Bruno asked.

Camilo's eyes went wide. "Uhhh . . ."

"Mh-hm." The older uncle placed one hand on his hip. "So you see why I don't believe you?"

"Kind of . . ."

"Hm, guess I have to be more persuasive."

"Huh? Ah!"

Bruno scooped up his nephew.

Camilo gripped his uncle's arms. "Tio!"

"This should persuade you," the older uncle teased.

Before Camilo could ask again, Bruno lifted the teen up to blow a raspberry into his stomach.

The teen squealed loudly at the ticklish feeling. The mix of vibrations and facial hair felt absolutely torturous!

And Bruno did not stop after one. He made sure Camilo's entire stomach was covered in ticklish raspberries.

"SQUEE! TIO BRUHUNOHO!"

"Have you learned your lesson?" Bruno asked.

"Yehes! Yes! I promise!" Camilo sagged in his hold. "Ihi wihill stop thehe prahanks!"

"You don't have to stop them completely." The older uncle set his nephew down. "Just tone down how much you do it. Fun is good in moderation."

Camilo brushed off his ruana. "Thank you Tiho Bruhunoho. I'll keep that ihin mihind."

"Aw, you're welcome sobrino." Bruno ruffled the curls on Camilo's head. "Now, how many pranks do you have left that we need to take down."

The teen rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh . . . A lot . . ."

Bruno gave his nephew a deadpan look. "I was afraid you'd say that. Well, better get started then."

Camilo smiled and hurried after his uncle to take down the remaining pranks.

[lapetitechatonne]

Lightning Strike

so, this was originally for dpxdc ship week back in Febuary, and i just realized i forgot to cross post it lmaoo, so here's my obligatory wlw contribution to tumblr ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ ao3 link - here! kate's masterlist - here!

Lightning Strike - 2.5k

Since becoming Clockwork’s apprentice, Dani had seen it all. The beginnings and endings of societies, civilizations, and even whole worlds. She understood now why Clockwork had taken her on, it wasn’t because he needed the help, but rather the company.

Watching all of time pass, over and over again, was a lonely business.

But Dani was used to lonely.

Her years spent on the streets, watching people pass by but never really interacting, taught her that. Sure, she made some friends along the way, but the connections were fleeting as the pull in her core demanded she move on.

Clockwork’s tower was the first place she felt okay truly staying at, but that had to do with the infinite possibilities playing on the portals all around her. It was hard to feel suffocated when you had a new adventure every day.

It wasn’t something she thought about often, but doing her routine portal checks was tedious, and perhaps she had seen one two many happy groups of friends or couples. The human part of her deep down wanted that. Someone to talk to and joke around with who didn’t know all her punchlines—she swore hanging out with Clockwork got more frustrating every day.

Father Time truly was a big blob of dad. All the way down to finishing her jokes for it.

Maybe she should pay her cousin dearest a visit. At least he wouldn’t see her pranks coming.

Her mind was so occupied with the pranks she could pull, she didn’t even notice lightning start to break through thick ectoplasm, until the was a large crack and a hole tore open right beside her.

Dani jumped as an arm of lightning reached out, almost hitting her square in the chest. The green of the zone mixed with the golden colored lightning, swirling in a bright halo of the oddest electrical storm she’d ever seen.

Almost too quickly for her to see, the storm collapsed in on itself, settling into an uneasy silence. Then, as quickly as it collapsed, it expanded to twice the size before spitting out a yellow blob. The blob shot straight through Dani, who barely had time to go intangible, and into the ghost zone, lightning trailing behind it.

Dani didn’t wait for her thoughts to catch up, she just raced after the thing. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but she was pretty sure it was her problem. God, she hated being Clockwork’s personal bouncer.

It wasn’t hard to follow the blur, electricity tended to linger in the ectoplasmic filled atmosphere longer than others. When she finally caught up with it, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Floating upside down, wiggling her legs, was a redhaired girl in a yellow superhero suit—or at least Dani assumed from the Flash symbol on the girl’s chest. Her red hair was falling out of the back of her bun, swaying with her movement, and when she caught sight of Dani there was an immediate fire in her hazel eyes.

Dani liked this one. She seemed fierce.

“Are you just going to stare?” The girl crossed her arms, glaring at Dani.

Dani just giggled and reached out, poking the girls shoulder. She squeaked as her body hurdled around. Dani used a hand to stop her from going in a circle.

“Oh,” the girl blushed lightly and gave Dani face splitting smile, “thank you. You wouldn’t happen to know where I am, would you?”

“The Ghost Zone.” The girl tilted her head and furrowed her brows. It was too cute. “Well, some people call it the Infinite Realms. Or the Place Out of Time. Oh, and the Between.”

Dani tapped her chine, trying to remember any other names. It seemed like every Earth and time had a different name for it, so Dani didn’t really retain any of them.

“Hm. Do you know how I could like, get home?” The girl cringed as she looked around, and a small frown played across her lips.

“Probably,” Dani crossed her arms behind her head, leaning back, “Clockwork would know. If anyone can get you back to your time, it’s him. I can take ya, if you’d like?” Her chores could wait. This was way more interesting.

“Don’t really have any other options, so I guess so,” the girl smirked, playful and a touch mischievous. “I’m Impulse.”

The girl held out her yellow gloved hand and Dani smirked back.

“I’m Dani—with an i.” She took Impulse’s hand, and even through their gloves Dani could feel how warm she was. It was nice. “Humans can fly in the zone, so just hold onto my arm and you should be fine. Wait, you are human right?” Dani blushed as Impulse giggled.

“Meta-human, if that makes a difference?” She tilted her head and blinked her long eyelashes.

Dani could feel the cold ectoplasm rise to her cheeks giving them a green tint.

“It shouldn’t, but I guess we’ll find out,” Dani gave Impulse the cheekiest grin she could muster, and the other girl actually laughed.

Dani offered her arm to Impulse like the movies she’d watched with Jazz.

“A proper gentleman,” Impulse teased as she placed her hand in the crook of Dani’s elbow.

“Of course! I was taught to treat cute girls right.” Dani winked, and they both dissolved into laughter.

Something fluttered in her stomach as they laughed until they were out of breath. It was a euphoric lack of oxygen that stopped all critical thoughts in Dani’s head. The only thing that existed was them and this moment.

“Do you want to take the long way?” Dani asked, not knowing what she was saying until she heard herself. She couldn’t bring herself to regret it.

“Sure,” Impulse smiled, all teeth and pretty pink lips, “we’ve got time.”

Dani beamed at her and began the flight back to Clockworks. She flew slower than normal, but not by much. Irey’s brain was fast, making connections that Dani couldn’t dream of faster than she could keep up.

Still, there was something oddly content about the redhead as she flipped around in the green atmosphere. Dani showed her some of the more interesting sights, almost running them into the River Styx because Impulse wanted a closer look.

“I can’t wait to tell my brother, he’s gonna be so jealous,” Impulse gushed as Dani pulled her away from the black churning waters. “You know, this is actually the slowest I’ve ever gone. Well, my brain I mean, not me physically.”

“It makes sense,” Dani let them float up towards the far frozen, the last place on their little tour, “the Infinite Realms are technically a place outside of space and time.”

Impulse hummed in response, looking deep in thought. Dani let her think—it was a lot to learn there was an afterlife of some sort, Dani learned that on her travels. It was sometimes even harder for people to understand that it wasn’t what they pictured or believed in.

Dani witnessed a lot of breakdowns she didn’t know how to stop before realizing it. Sue her, she was technically like four.

They stayed silent until they reached the Far Frozen, which got the redhead rambling again. This time about biomes and how they related to different species across the universe. Dani thought that she would get along too well with Danny.

It was all too soon that they reached Clockwork’s tower, which rendered Impulse speechless for the first time on their journey.

“Here we are!” Dani gently held Impulse’s sides and brought her down to the platform. Dani could feel her hot breath fanning across Dani’s face and the static electricity that covered the girl's body.

“Thank you,” she smiled, her hazel eyes sparkling with different golds and greens across the deep brown surface, “not just for helping me, but for being so kind. Not everyone is this nice when you fall into their dimension.” She giggled, and Dani sensed there was history there.

She wished they could talk about it all. Funny—even in a place without time, Dani never felt like there was enough.

“It was my pleasure. And kinda my job? It’s a little unclear.” Dani shrugged, while Impulse shot her a questioning look. Her head was tilted to the side, her brows furrowed making a cute little indent on the bridge of her nose. Dani wanted to run her fingers over the area until it smoothed out.

Dani shook the thought out of her head. Now wasn’t the time.

“I’m Clockwork’s apprentice, though, I think he took me on to keep him company more than anything,” Dani pushed open the large doors to the clock tower, the screech of the hinges echoing against the dark stone. “And you’re lost in time. So, it’s kinda my job to help get you back. That’s why I chased after you in the first place.”

“Oh,” Impulse frowned a bit, almost looking disappointed.

Dani felt herself internally panic—oh god, did she make a pretty girl sad? How was she supposed to fix this?

Dani took a deep breath, trying to calm her suddenly racing thoughts. This was not something Vlad’s programming taught her, but you know what? She could figure it out. Yeah. She could do this.

“But I’m really glad I was the one that found you,” Dani said. She watched as the frown on Impulse’s face softened, and Dani knew she was on the right track. “You’re the most interesting thing to happen around here in a while. I liked showing you around.”

Impulse smiled at her and stepped forward into Dani’s personal space. The redhead reached up, and slipped off her mask, revealing more of her tan skin—and freckles that dotted the bridge of her nose.

“My real name is Irey.”

Dani could only stare at Irey, both amazed and shocked by the show of trust. And even though she might never see the redhead again, Dani wouldn’t—couldn’t—let her walk away without knowing the girl behind the ghost.

Dani held eye contact as she let her transformation go. Waves of cold power washed over her skin until she was fully human.

“My name’s still Dani,” she chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck, “but I’m part human too. Half ghost, half human. A halfa.”

“That’s sick,” Irey laughed, a small yellow spark jolting through her eyes.

Dani could have stayed there staring into Irey’s eyes for eternity. Unfortunately, Clockwork had other plans.

“Danielle,” the sound of Clockwork’s voice pinged off the walls as he descended from the top of his tower, “I see we have a guest. Aren’t you going to introduce us?” He gave her the smirk he got when he was actively trying to be a little shit.

Sometimes they were too similar for Dani’s tastes. Now was one of those moments.

“I’m Impulse,” Irey put her mask back on, staying close to Dani’s side. “I’m a little lost. We hoped you could help get me home.”

“Of course, child,” he smiled as his form shifted from an adult to an old man. He flew up the tower without another word, just expecting them to follow.

Typical.

Dani huffed, but walked up the broken staircase with Irey, helping her jump from the harder platforms.

“A bit cryptic, isn’t he?” Irey asked as she effortlessly parkoured over the platforms. It was hot.

“That’s his brand or something. We’ve given up questioning it,” Dani shrugged lazily floating up, enjoying the show. Dani’d never seen anyone seriously attempt to take the stairs, even Sam and Tucker would make her or Danny help them.

“Yeah, I know the type—ah!” Irey squeaked as a platform moved at the last moment, causing her jump to fall short.

Dani rushed into action, propelling herself forward to catch Irey. She wrapped her arms around Irey’s lean frame, static electricity and heat coming off the redhead in waves.

“Are you okay?” Dani asked searching Irey’s eyes for any sort of pain or discomfort.

“I’m good,” Irey’s voice was breathy as she relaxed into Dani. She wrapped her arms around Dani’s neck, pulling the dark haired girl close to her.

Dani let her eyes flutter closed, the scent of burned rubber and apple shampoo burning itself into her memory. Her boy tingled where it met Irey’s in a pleasant way, and the heat warmed the parts of her usually cold to the touch.

After a few moments, she felt Irey’s hold on her loosen and the warmth pull away. Dani pushed down the urge to chase the feeling.

“Thank you.” Irey smiled and the bridge of her nose tinted pink. Dani knew that she probably looked like a tomato by now.

“Anytime.”

Dani broke eye contact and floated up to the top of the clock tower. She gently let their feet hit the ground, not wanting to jolt any possible ankle injury Irey might have sustained in the fall.

“Well, you took your time,” a child Clockwork commented, a pleased smirk on his face. “Anyways, I think I’ve found your time.”

With a flourish of his staff, a portal sprung to life, swirling in front of them. In shades of green, Dani could see people dressed a lot like Irey with lightning bolts adorned all over their bodies in a field looking around.

“That’s it! That’s where I was when—well whatever happened, happened.” Irey excitedly pulled out of Dani’s arms, the electric field around her crackling.

Clockwork laughed, deep and boisterous as his form switched to adulthood. “The Infinite Realms is the place between universes. The buffer of the multiverse if you will. Instead of moving between earths, you were going just fast enough to get stuck between them.”

Dani watch different emotions cross Irey’s face faster than she could keep up.

“So, I could come back if I wanted?” She eventually settled on excitement, the air around her crackling with small yellow lightning bolts, the light catching the shine of her hair perfectly.

Dani didn’t know that someone could took so beautiful standing in the middle of a lightning storm. She was suddenly sad lightning didn’t strike the same place twice.

“With your abilities? No doubt about it.” Clockwork shared a look with Irey that Dani couldn’t decipher when her heart was pounding in her chest.

The idea of getting to see Irey again was exciting in a way that life hadn’t been for a long time.

Suddenly, in a burst of wind and yellow, Irey was standing right in front of Dani, their faces only inches apart.

“I’ll see you soon.” The way she said it, like it was a promise, made Dani grin back.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Irey leaned in and placed a small kiss on her cheek, soft and electric all at once.

As quickly as she was there, she was gone. Through the portal back to her world. Her family.

Dani smiled, a dopey stupid grin that Danny so would have made fun of her for, but she didn’t care.

Dani couldn’t wait for the next storm.

[ottpopfic]

People are home from work now, the later shifts still trickling in. Katie doesn't expect Lit for another half hour, the wrestling team he coaches is going to state soon so they're getting in extra practice. Aunt Georgie is in the kitchen with Aunt Calypso taking out some anger on potatoes

“What's with Aunt Georgie?” Katie asks the room as a whole

“I had three field trips today, THREE!” her youngest aunt cries “A middle schooler tried to lick a statue’s ass! What the hell is wrong with kids!?”

Ah, she must have been on tours today. Aunt Georgie is much more of a conservation and archives kind of art historian, but the Illinois State Museum has everyone do a tour shift at least once a month to keep it fair. Aunt Georgie loves her job, but she doesn't do sticky fingers and snotty noses, or dumbasses who touch the art

Katie leaves her aunt to take out her day on the potatoes, she hopes Aunt Calypso doesn't need them diced because they're edging towards mashed.

Katie turns her attention to the WorkShop

“What are you doing to my cousin?” she asks Uncle Leo who still has his upper torso in the dragon's neck

“I'm updating the-”

“Aren't you supposed to be troubleshooting his hydraulics?”

“Uh-”

“Wasn't he supposed to be closed up hours ago?”

“Don't do me like this” Uncle Leo pleads peeking his head out

“Put my fucking cousin back together” Katie scolds, ridiculous

Uncle Leo starts grumbling about how she sounds like the worst combination of her dads but gets his shit together. She hears Uncle Jason snickering at his husband from the couch, the shit she has to deal with with these grown-ass men she can't fathom what her dads had to deal with when they were chock-full of hormones

She gets to packing what she needs from the workshop, pulling her backpack from under a bench. It's less of a classic backpack and more of a fancy leather folding tackle box with backpack straps. Inside is a multitude of small snap lock boxes filled with a shmorgishborg of shrunk-down objects. She only needs to pack tools, current projects, and single-use weapons, everything else is either in Lettie’s bags or already there.

“If you steal my good pliers again I'm coming after you” Uncle Leo threatens from inside Festus

“There my pliers!” she protests

“There Katie’s pliers,” Uncle Jason monotones, turning the page in his book “she brought them with her when she moved here”

“And she stole them from me when she was still in school!” Uncle Leo defends pulling his head back out so he can gesture “There my pliers!”

“Just get new pliers”

“It's the principle of the thing!”

“Oh just like when you left the lid off my carbon paint”

“That has nothing to do with the good pliers”

“Ladies ladies you're both pretty, please don't fight” Lit taunts deadpan as he enters the room. Everyone gives a soft cheer at him coming home before going back to what they were doing

“Lit!” Katie calls “Are the blue pliers mine or Uncle Leo’s?”

“I do not care” Lit grumps before collapsing face-first onto a free couch, those kids must be wearing him out

Katie makes eye contact with Uncle Leo, holds up the good pliers, and holds eye contact as she shrinks them down and adds them to her packing. He makes a ‘your dead meat’ throat slice and thumbs down motion and then goes back to closing up Festus. Katie is going to have to double check she locks the door to her and Lettie’s room when they leave, her girlfriend will not be happy if pranking starts up again

They are saved from having to duke it out (aka, Katie continuing to pick a fight, Uncle Leo trying to turn Katie upside down from her ankles and shake her like he did when she was a kid, failing at it because she's taller than him now, and them play fighting on the floor of the workshop like proper Hephustus kids until Uncle Jason has to break them up because there doing it by the saws again and that stresses him out) by Lettie leading in a very bedraggled trio of Steel children

“What happened to you?” Uncle Jason asks

“This stupid place keeps sending us to the fucking elephant’s room!” Jackie wails, she has hay in her freshly washed gray hair

“Yeah, the Way Station is still pissed at Gus for exploding the west wall when he was here last” Uncle Leo tell them “It likes to try and get people to step in Livia’s shit when its mad”

“I said I was sorry!” Gus yells to the ceiling. Katie can feel a prickle of annoyance against her brain stem, from the snicker Uncle Leo lets out as he goes back to closing up Festus he can feel it too. A cabinet on the wall opens and smacks the seventeen-year-old on the back if the head

“Come clean up and set the table” Aunt Georgie suggests, also feeling the building “Way Station will forgive faster if you show remorse through action”

[edenshiba]

Your number

Character: Shibaman x Waitress! Reader

Summary: The scary and creepy guy at the cafe actually wants your number.

Warning: None

Note; okay so we all know that ryu is a big baby in the Rampage so why not pit some of his personality in this oneshot???

“I’m late!” You mentally screams.

Your class ends late than usual since someone thought that it would be nice to pull a prank on someone and the teacher has been in everyone’s ass since the recess.

Without caring about the looks that the pedestrian gave, you sprint as fast as you can.

“Oi!”

There goes your day.

“Sorry!” You yelled before continuing your steps.

After you arrive at the cafe, you quickly went to the backroom and change to the uniform. Finally you made it.

You’ve been late to work for weeks because of the teacher. They always made you do something after school.

“Looks like you early for the first time (y/n). Good job.” Your manager said without looking.

She’s been counting the money at the registers. You smiled at her words.

“The teachers..”

“The teachers talk too much, I know.” She replied with a monotone voice.

You bit your inner cheeks hard. You could feel the blood in your mouth but you choose to ignored it. You need this job.

For god sake.

“I can’t always forgive you kid. The others would think that I’m playing favourite since you’re my little cousin.”

Before she could continue, the small bell on the door rings, two people walk in. You let out a sigh of relief. Finally you could cut her nagging.

“Go.” She said.

You grab the tablet from the registers before heading towards the men. Both of them is chatting with each other.

“Hi my name is (y/n) and what can I get you gentlemen?” You forcefully said it with a cheerful smile and voice.

Both of them look at you before turning their gaze to the menu except for the man with the red hair. He stared at you for a solid 5 minutes before his friend with blue glasses nudge him on the ribs.

“I take the Ice Americano and strawberry shortcake.” The guy with blue glasses said.

You tapped the screen to place his orders before looking at the other guy. The man still stared at the menu before deciding to place his order.

“Mango smoothie and your number.”

“ I’m sorry, what?”

You looked at him with horror in your eyes. Man...

“ Sorry, mango smoothie and red velvet cake.” He apologize before looking away.

You quickly walk away from the table. What a creep.

While you were taking orders and just sending them away, you realize that you’ve been stared at. You look around before seeing the same red head still looking at you in awe. You quickly brush it off.

“Table 5.”

You sigh. That creep.

You bring the foods and beverages to the table with a cheerful smile.

“Ice Americano, Mango smoothie, strawberry shortcake, red velvet cake. That’s all, enjoy your meal.” You said before nodded slightly and leave them as quickly as you can.

You put the tray on top of the table before sitting on the chair. You massage your left foot since it hurts before applying bandaids at the back of your foot.

“Ne, (y/n). The guys at table 5 is so handsome. I’m jealous of you.” You colleague said before pouting.

You scrunched your face in disgust. That creep? Or the other scary guy?

“That creep? Oh please.” You said while rolled your eyes.

Your colleagues hit your shoulder slightly.

“Don’t you know who they are?” You shook your head.

She gasped in horror.

“They’re the famous Oya High duo! Shibaman and Tsuji. Well i guess now trio since they always followed Todoroki around. That’s what I heard from my brother that went to the same school.” She explain.

“Another reason to not get involved Aika. We all know that Oya is a place where delinquent and jerk stay. They’re lucky that they got to stay at school.” You said in disgust.

Aika hit your forearms, hard. You wince at sudden pain that you received.

“ Don’t hate too much (y/n)! You know they said, if you hate something eventually you will like it. There, Shibaman has been staring at you for awhile now.” She said while secretly points at the man.

You look at her direction, the same red head that asked for your number is staring at you. He then quickly look away after seeing that you notice him. You get to see a faint pink hue on his cheeks.

You gagged at the sight.

If he likes you that it’s a sign to not serve or see him again. Oya kid is a bad news.

Very, very, very bad news.

Your attempt to stay away from the particular Oya High kid didn’t work at all. He kept coming to the cafe everyday. Sometimes with the same braided hair guy but sometimes alone.

Today he definitely with the braided hair guy.

“Mango smoothie and red velvet cake am I right?” You said without looking at him.

He ordered it every single day for the past two months.

Shibaman nodded shyly before saying thank you to you. You walk to the small cake section and pick up the cakes before going to the small window that connects the kitchen and outside to wait for their drinks.

“Table 5.” The chef said.

Yeah. He always sits at the same table, same position. You walk quickly to their table to send the food but accidentally bumped into someone.

“ Hey!” The man yelled.

“I am so sorry sir!” You apologize.

All the food and drinks splattered all over the floor and the sound of broken plate attracts people’s attention to you.

Gosh this is embarrassing!

“Are you blind?!” The man yelled again.

Shibaman's head perks up after listening to the ruckus. His eyes widen when he see you apologize profusely to the man but he kept yelling at you. He got up with Tsuji and walk up to you.

“She apologized. No need to yell at her.” He said while gave the man a menacing look. His hands on the man’s neck, making the guy gasp.

You look up to him, feeling a bit happy that someone tried to protect you and help you from feeling embarrassed.

“ If I see you bother her again, you die!” He snarled at him.

Without waiting any longer, the man left money on his tables before ran out from the cafe. Shibaman looks at you, trying to see if the man hurt you or not.

“ Are you okay?” He asked.

You nodded your head, not knowing what to say.

“Um, thank you for helping me. I’m sorry for your orders, I’ll send them right away.” You said before runs to the back.

Shibaman was dumbfounded by your reaction. Tsuji smiled at the interaction. He can say that you are shy.

“Nee Tsuji, I think she hates me.” The red hair said after they sat on the chair.

Shibaman likes you. He genuinely is. Maybe he needs to change his facial expressions since you seems scared whenever you see him.

It’s true he always here because he wanted to see you. Maybe he scared you during your first encounter, or maybe you just not interested in him.

“I don’t know man. I think she likes you but she just shy.” Tsuji said.

Shibaman brows furrowed. He doesn’t believe his partner’s word.

He saw the horror in your eyes when he messed up the first time.

“Mango smoothie, red velvet, white mocha and chicken sando. Enjoy your food.” You said with a wide smile.

They both says thank you at the same time. You walk away after serving their food.

When Shibaman take the tissue to wipe his mouth, he saw black ink on the tissue.

A note actually.

Thanks for helping me

602 XXX XXX

(y/n)

He smiled at the small writing before taking his phone out from his pocket. He tapped the number into his phone before saving the number. His heart fluttered happily. He finally got your number!

“Why are you so happy?” Tsuji jokingly asked.

He knows the reason but he tried to act like a fool. Deep inside he’s happy for his partner.

“I think I’m in love.”

[jaidens]

bro i was js thinking abt twin sister!reader with like bradley or nick bc i’m a sucker for sibling bonds <3 (ONVIOUDLY NIT ROMANTIC THOO)

(you're the only friend I need) sharing beds like little kids

sm headcannons about sister reader (or figuratively, you can imagine twin reader.)

bradley bradshaw x sister!reader

warning [s] : mentions of death

a/n [s] : requests are open! writing this while im on bed rest pleh

- I fully believe you and Bradley are constantly arguing, fighting, and trying to get one-over the other.

- Whether it had been in grades, sports, awards, and friends; there was always competition. Your mother despised it; seeing her too sweet kids fighting and kicking shoes and expensive baseball gear everywhere.

- HOWEVER, if some dickhead idiot tries to hurt his sister? Bradley is getting Out of School Suspension and a call home for what he did to them during baseball practice.

- The sense of protection was almost overlying the competition. You looked after Bradley and he looked after you: it was like an unspoken rule you both followed.

- In middle school, you both found your cliques and friends, and Bradley became a part of the popular guys who picked on girls if they didn't like their weird tactics to try and get a girlfriend. You admitted how you wanted to beat his friends every time they went behind your best friend and messed with her. Then, the next day, Bradley has switched the conversation and pulled the guys away from messing with your friends.

- Whenever Bradley told you and his mother about his choice of joining the Navy like his father before him; that was the first time you saw your mother get so angry. She was sick, lying in a hospital bed, and red-faced as she heard Bradley was being drafted.

- You supported Bradley; during the times when the phones were cut off and all you could do was send letters. You made sure the time you spent with your brother was wisely spent, getting ice cream and watching movies in blanket forts. Then, he would go back to fighter jets and crappy beds that hurt his back.

- Whenever your mother died after a long and hard battle of sickness, it killed you and Bradley, to stand there alone. With no close family to help mourn besides a few random cousins, and Maverick, you and Bradley became each other's protectors.

- You and B always somehow get a prank on every time you see someone from his team. Whether it's something small or something big: it's happening. It's inevitable.

- All in all, Bradley is the best brother ever. With his dumb, stupid mustache and obsession with Ray-Bans and his Ford Bronco, he's the best.

- You and Bradley are like, THE siblings at The Hard Deck. btw.

[mooonveiled]

𝘚𝑎𝜈𝑒 𝛭𝑒 𝑎 𝘚𝑝𝘰𝘵

──✩₊⁺⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧──

“Liam Payne of One Direction died.” My younger brother informed me and my heart sinks.

“What?!” I reply, hoping that it’s just a hoax or my brother messing with me. I grab my phone and quickly google “Liam Payne.” There’s already articles about his passing but I’m still holding onto the hope that it’s not true. I read through the article and it’s confirmed.

“This cannot be true.” I tell myself. Perhaps I’ll wait until there’s an official statement by the other members and his family. Later, my worst fear is fully confirmed as the boys make their tribute posts in memory of Liam Payne. Yet my brain cannot process the truth. “He’ll be okay — he’s got to be. He’s Liam Payne! There’s so much for him to accomplish and live for. This cannot be the end.” I think to myself. My brain and body go numb for the rest of the day after hearing the news. However, my brain is constantly replaying the words, “Liam Payne dead at 31 years old.”

But I cannot cry. It’s like my brain refuses to comprehend the words, ‘Liam Payne of One Direction dead’ because he’s so young and it’s so sudden and he can’t just be gone. Besides, there’s so much more for him to do. This is when I’m entering the first stage of grief — denial. Everyone else around me has continued to do their daily tasks, meanwhile I felt stuck in time.

I feel a knot beginning to form in my throat but the tears won’t come out. “Am I supposed to feel this devastated over someone I didn’t personally know? Is it normal?” I ask myself.

At work, thankfully there’s no small talk being made by my coworkers otherwise I felt like I would’ve definitely broken down then and there. And work goes by smoothly.

As I start making my way back home, my emotions are once again numb. But I don’t dare to play their music — One Direction. Because I know that the second I hear Liam’s voice again, I’m going to break down for sure.

When I get home, the rest of my family is already in bed so I quietly make my way to my bedroom. I once again get my phone and go on TikTok and there’s already fans around the world gathering together and mourning Liam Payne. I look over at the comments and one of them says, “he’s someone’s baby.” I lock my phone and start crying. He’s really gone. And here I was spending the entire day hoping that this is a horrible nightmare or some kind of prank pulled by the media but that’s not the case.

As the days go on, I find myself constantly checking on Liam’s socials somehow hoping that he posts something and tells us that it’s not true. That it was all a misunderstanding and that he’s still alive and well. I also find myself reminiscing when my cousin got me into this British boy band.

“They don’t really catch my attention.” I tell her.

“Just check out their song, “Gotta Be You” she says. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop bugging you about them.”

“Okay, fine.” I relent and allow her to introduce me to One Direction.

I was sixteen then and she was fourteen. “Their songs are not bad.” I admit and my cousin welcomes me into the fandom. And for that, I’m always going to be thankful to her.

To Liam, thank you for all the memories of my teenage years and for making high school a lot more bearable. You and the boys are what got me through and I’ll forever be thankful for that. Because of One Direction, my cousin and I bonded a lot at school. But most importantly, thank you Liam for getting me through 2020/2021.

Especially 2021. I was in a very dark place mentally and even though at that point, you and the boys were each doing your own thing, you all got me through. Yes, including you Liam. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much. I wish that you would’ve gotten the opportunity to heal and become the best version of yourself. To have gotten the help that you needed and it breaks my heart that it’s no longer possible. I’m so sorry that we didn’t save you like you saved many of us but I hope that you’re in a much kinder, loving place. Whenever you visit the stars, save me a spot beside you for when I join you.

I’ll love and miss you forever, Leroy.