#adopted reader

[thejujvtsupost]

Hello, I am a first timer here. I would like to humbly request something. Can I please request for a Platonic Nanami and adopted daughter reader. The reader is not used to a normal environment and they are used to fighting and surviving

Girl Dad Transformation

I’ve been stewing over this so hard bc it’s been giving me the cutest ideas!!!! And ofc Yuuji is so big brother coded here.

Notes: F!reader, brotherly!Yuuji, Nanami and his adopted daughter 🥺. That’s it.

Nanami didn’t think about the long term impact of adopting the orphaned sorcerer. Surely he wouldn’t change that much…

All he knew was there was a 5 year old girl clutching her only toy- a stuffed bear, who could see ‘scary monsters’ and no longer had any family, thanks to the curse that was tormenting humans for fun; he was just a little too late.

The poor thing was terrified. In the blink of an eye his hand was seized by a freezing, much smaller one with a death grip.

Nanami got you looked at by Shoko and you refused to let go of him the entire time. By the looks of it, you were malnourished and you frequently got injured from curses. Your home life was fairly unstable too, financial issues and absent-detached parents. Shoko got a lot more information from you than he ever expected, piecing together some of your history from your seemingly unrelated answers, as children do.

“She’s going to have to stay for observation, probably several weeks until we can get her healthy enough. She’s going to need a special diet too, I haven’t seen a case this bad in a long time and she’s too young for cursed energy.”

His heart was crushed for you, when was the last time you had somewhere stable? “Why are you telling me?”

“You found her, she’s clearly attached to you and you know you can’t turn away now. You look at her like she’s Itadori. It’s just until I can find a place for her at a home or foster.” Shoko never fails with her dead pan demeanor and sass.

She was also right.

He looked back at you, you were passed out in your hospital bed covered by several blankets and hugging your bear. Finally, you were warming up. Finding you a home could take months if you went to a foster or orphanage… “Don’t bother,” he swallowed thickly, “I will adopt her.”

Shoko’s face softened further, “You can’t go back on it, you already earned her trust. If you’re really sure then I think this will be good for both of you.”

He did his best to be at your bedside when he could, and you were quiet but clearly in need of comfort. Your favorite thing to do was have him read to you with cartoons on a low volume in the background. “Nami, book?” Nanami picked up a book off the stack Shoko brought and started reading. No complaints, and after the first few days he didn’t bother hiding his smile anymore.

He spent a fortune on converting his spare bedroom into yours. He didn’t even know what 5 year olds liked, but according to the first years and Shoko, he needed to make sure you had various toys (he bought everything Yuuji pointed out to him- Yuuji definitely went overboard but Nanami didn’t stop him), clothes and of course you’d need signed up for school.

When the adoption was final and he brought you home for the first time, he was thoroughly instructed how to parent by then, he was ready.

You… weren’t. Not yet. You didn’t know that your room was yours. All the toys and clothes, everything was yours. ‘Nami’ kept the ‘scary monsters’ away too…

“Hey it’s okay honey, I know it’s a big change.” He wiped the tears from your chubby cheeks and smiled softly. “You belong here, you’re safe now.”

A grown up was taking care of you, for good this time.

It was a journey every day but worth it as you came out of your shell, and he encouraged you with a gentle hand. Of course there were setbacks too. He wasn’t perfect, he definitely wasn’t good at laundry at first.

He was new to parenting and it was exhaustingly difficult to navigate yet he was completely whipped for you, never turning down a tea party or invitation to watch cartoons together. He became a complete girl dad overnight.

All it took was, “Nami! Play!” And he’d be on the floor in the living room playing with the doll you handed him.

You started eating more, even requesting different meals when he asked what you were in the mood to eat. “Nami, can we have soba?”

Nanami couldn’t say no to you. “Soba sounds great.” He’d have the softest smile on his face too.

You played more often, and eventually made friends! Yuuji claimed the title as your first friend but you were encouraged to make more- he helped you practice asking your classmates about themselves and how to invite them to play with you.

And Nanami… he never forced you to call him dad. He loved you more than he ever thought possible. He was always proud to call you his daughter, bragging about your excellent kindergarten grades and your recent achievement of becoming the line leader at school for the week.

But the first time you did happened a month in, while doing your bedtime routine and picking out a night night story. Instead of ‘Nami’ he was gifted: “Daddy, can you read the star book?” He let out a tear and hugged you tight.

Nanami tucked you in, kissed your forehead and sat on the edge of your bed, “Yeah honey, I’ll read you the star book.”

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open and stay tuned <3

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[backscratches]

'Hey, Sweetheart' part 1

The Sinclair brothers x F!child!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of death, yelling, plans of killing, Slashers, obsession

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That morning Bo had been woken up by his younger brother, Lester. It had been a call to him about the tourists he saw heading down the road to a campside. One car, couple of people, an easy job.

Bo and Vincent hadn't had tourists in the town in a awhile so the preparations weren't hard. Later that day, at the night exactly. Bo went and blew their tires. He made sure that Lester was ready to escort the couple to the town the next day.

The next day Bo was fixing a car in his garage when a couple walked up to him. They looked like a normal married couple, nothing more to him anyway. But one thing caught his eye. The woman was carrying a baby on her back.

"Hey folks what can I do for yall?" Bo asked trying to be polite. The man told him that they needed couple of tires for their car down the road and that they were in a hurry.

Bo couldn't care less about their plans to see the socker game in the next state or anything else about them. So he directed the woman with her baby up to see the famous Trudy's House Of Wax while he and the husband looked at some tires.

He didn't know what was he hoping to be done with the babe but there was no plans of keeping it either. There had been children passing through the town before but evedently there wasn't any kid wax figures.

After Bo had killed the man with a hit to the head he dragged the body downstairs to the basement of the garage and left to go up to the museum.

Now he knew what he wanted. He wanted Vincent to take care of the problem, that being the baby tourist, so he didn't have to worry about it.

But as he soon found out, Vincent wasn't just as attracted to the idea of getting rid of the little specimen. After he had killed the woman Vincent took the crying baby to his basement.

And that was what Bo had walked in on. Sweaty Vincent holding a crying baby girl in the middle of his work space.

"What the hell are you doing with that thing?" Bo asked loudly bewildered. Vincent only turned for a moment to look at him and then turned immediately back to the now fussing baby in his dry hands.

"Don't ignore me freak what the fuck are you doing with it?" Bo shouted at his twin brother or rather to his back.

"Be Quiet" Vincent whispered in his rough voice. He was observing the baby, holding her Infront of his face but after speaking to Bo he quickly moved the babe to his chest.

Holding the baby in his arms, Vincent began to slowly swing her in hopes of her falling asleep.

"The hell are you planning?" Bo asked angerly but alot quieter now.

The babygirl soon fell into a soft sleep in Vincent's hold.

There was a moment of silence, a moment of Vincent quietly cuddling to the babe, a moment of Bo trying to figure his brother out.

"I want her"

The few words that Vincent could muster with his broken face were enough for to Bo to shutdown.

He didn't want this, he wasn't ready for this and Ambrose sure wasn't a place for this.

Only if he knew how much his brother desperately wanted his own family. But his disformated face had quickly put a brick wall Infront of that dream. That hole he wished so badly to fill, that couldn't be treated even with his lovely good girl dog, Jonesy or a hundred wax figures across the town.

This beautiful baby was the most incredible thing he had ever witness even, his mothers world known wax figures couldn't bare fitness to the feeling this babe brought to him.

And nobody was going to take that away from him. Not even his twin brother.

this is my first fanfic I've ever written so yeah tell me your opinion

I will continue this series for at least a couple of parts

Please like

English isn't my first language tell me of any mistakes

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #doctor victor sinclair #trudy sinclair #victor sinclair #angst fanfiction #child!reader x dad #child!reader #child reader #father figure #adopted reader #orphan #slashers #slasher #slashers x reader #angst fic #Fluff #house of wax 2005 #house of wax

[cringe--is--dead]

Peaceful Paradise Interrupted

Type: One Shot

Gohan x Reader, Reader is the adopted daughter of Vegeta and Bulma

Summary: Your peace wasn't often challenged, but when someone came to earth to challenge your father and/or Goku, you end up more annoyed being in the middle of it than fearful.

Your life had settled into a routine, though after most of your childhood and adolescence, you weren't complaining. The structure gave you a peace of mind, minus the occasional extraterrestrial being hell-bent on revenge against your father or challenging Goku.

Those spats, at this rate, lasted a day at the most, an hour at the least. You hardly ever knew of them until after the issues were resolved.

Safe to say you enjoyed your peace, you enjoyed your routine, you enjoyed everything your life had become. Minus this.

The barrel of some weird, foreign gun looking at you had become your new common view. The alien man who had broken into your home, looking for one of the several (like five) Saiyan life forms, only to find you lazing around in your pajamas while attempting to finish some paper due for some class you were beginning to hate.

You craned your neck to peer around at him, studying him as he spoke into whatever communicator his people used, before speaking up, more annoyed than anything, "You realize how stupid this is right?"

He blanched, taken aback by the calm demeanor in which you spoke. He barked some orders before turning his full attention towards you, "Excuse me?"

You shrugged, "This was dumb of you to do." Your legs were beginning to cramp up under you, and you were at least grateful you had worn longer pants, "Haven't you even heard of what happens to people who come to earth looking for a fight?"

He sneered, "They end up choosing life forms far beneath them, yes, little lady, I've heard the stories."

Rude. "I'm just saying - "

"You are not the one I'm after."

"I kind of figured," He narrowed his eyes at you, pressing the gun closer towards your face, "I can't imagine I did anything wrong enough to piss you off."

"Do you know of the Saiyans Vegeta and Kakarot?"

"Hard to not know them," Your voice was dry, and you knew that after the scolding your mother would unleash on you, she'd have some pride in how you were keeping your cool.

"My readings had indicated that they had been here, though upon arrival, I only found you. What is a weak, earthling like you doing around two of the most powerful beings on this planet?"

"Don't let them hear you say that, my father's ego is large enough already."

His eyebrow, or where you would assume an eyebrow would be, twitched, "Your- your father?"

You hummed, introducing yourself casually, before sending a sarcastic smile, "Vegeta's oldest."

"Your power levels are far too weak to be - "

"Adopted," You could feel the energy before anything else, the feeling of your hair standing up on end alerting you that your fiancé had gotten the emergency signal sent to his phone, "But, still."

You braced yourself, the door launching open with the sounds of splintered wood falling all around. Gohan was standing in the doorframe, hair still black, but eyes livid. You glanced at the shocked man before you, if Gohan didn't feel the need to power up than this guy was weak- what had he been hoping to do?

You watched as your fiancé smiled, something cold and dark, a look that was so foreign to see on him. It sent chills down even your spine, "Hi," The cheeriness was forced, "Honey you didn't tell me we had guests."

"Surprise visitors." You glanced sadly at the remnants of the front door as Gohan walked inside, you'd have to ask Goku to fix it again.

The energy coming off of your fiancé was beyond suffocating, and the blaster fell from where it had been pointed at you, trembling in the alien's hand.

"W- Who are you?"

"I should be the one asking you that considering you're in my house." Your fiancé's anger was getting harder to hide, the smile bordering bloodthirsty.

You flexed your hands from where they were bound, sighing, catching his attention, "Please don't destroy anymore of the house."

Gohan didn't look away from the man, who was frantically trying to contact some of his men. You assumed they had all scattered- and odds are some ended up coming across your father and Goku.

They might fare better than this man was about to.

"Of course," You blinked and he was across the room, grabbing the man by the front of his tunic, before lifting him up, the gun dropping to the floor.

"Let's take this outside, shall we?"

Just as quickly as he had gotten across the room, your fiancé had taken the offending man outside, the sounds of shouting growing muffled as they left your home.

You sighed to yourself, twisting further as you remembered the self-defense classes your mother made you take. It felt almost pointless at the time- who was stupid enough to do something to piss off your family? But as you managed to free your sore wrists, you were grateful.

By the time you moved on to untying your legs, Gohan strolled back in, not a hair out of place. He smiled at you, moving to crouch down in front of you, softly batting your hands away to undo the rest.

"Are you alright?"

He paused, laughing softly at the question.

"I should be asking you that," The rope fell, and he helped you stand, hands moving softly across you, feeling and searching for any indicators that he should go out and end that man.

"I'm alright," You smiled, "You got here just in time."

Gohan nodded, eyes falling shut, and he leaned down, forehead pressing against yours. You remained quiet, letting him process everything.

"I was so scared when you sent me that signal," He spoke quietly, eyebrows furrowing as if reliving the moment, "I wasn't sure what to expect. And dad and Vegeta were already dealing with their own stuff at the moment."

"He didn't hurt me," You reached forward, pulling your fiancé closer, allowing him to burrow into you as best he could, "I think he was more confused than anything to find a human here."

Gohan laughed, a wet sound from the back of his throat, "Right. Not the terrifying Saiyan legends he was expecting."

"Just a human college student who probably would have hit him with a frying pan had I been in the kitchen," You glanced at the dishes laying in the sink- had you been closer you definitely would have.

"I assume the others are taken care of?"

Gohan nodded, "Dad and Vegeta are on their way here - "

The sound of your name being shouted outside alerted you that more company had arrived, and the sounds of an engine being killed let you know your mother had arrived with them.

You watched as Goku made his way to the front entrance of your house, peering down curiously at the broken door, hand rubbing the back of his head, "Aw man, I feel like I just fixed - "

He was interrupted by your father barging by, snarling an, "Out of the way Kakarot", before he made his way inside. You saw your mother trailing close behind, eyes wide and worried, hand clutched to her chest. Goku had enough smarts to step out of the way, moving to stand where you saw your brother and Goten in the yard, the later of the two poking the unconscious assailant with a stick.

"Oh, my baby! Are you hurt?" Gohan stepped back, hands up in defense as you shot him a glare.

Your mothers arms wrapped around you tightly, your ribs wincing at the strength of her hold, "I'm fine mom, he didn't do - "

"And this is why I still think you and Gohan should have taken one of the homes near us!" She huffed as she let you go, arms resting on your shoulders as she glared at you, no malice behind her eyes, "My security would have ensured that that man never even looked at you - "

"She moves back in and Gohan can go home with Kakarot, everyone's happy," Your father snarked, arms crossed over his chest.

"Vegeta," Your mother turned to glare at him, arms never leaving their place around you, jerking you forward with her.

"To be fair dad he was the one who got here first," You rolled your eyes as your father pointedly ignored this remark.

"Still - with the damages done I think it's best if you two come stay at home for now!"

"Mom, it's literally just the front door - "

"Perfect!" She squeezed you tighter- a warning not to argue.

You glanced helplessly at your fiancé, who only shrugged in response. The man who more than likely stopped himself from killing moments ago, fell powerless in the face of your overprotective mother.

#gohan x reader #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball z x reader #dragon ball super x reader #adopted reader #briefs!reader #gohan x briefs!reader #vegeta and reader #bulma and reader #vegeta x bulma

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Can you pls write yandere!sidney prescott x fem!reader? tysm!

of course! thank you for requesting, couldn’t come up with a title lol so here you go.

pairing: yandere! sidney prescott x fem!reader

summary: sidney doesn’t want billy, she wants you.

warnings: yandere, stalking, obsession, implied murder but nothing major.

It was clear that Sidney Prescott and Billy Loomis wouldn’t work out. They were two completely different people.

They began dating in Sophomore Year and well, things were good in the beginning but now two years had gone by. Sidney wasn’t in love with him and he wasn’t in love with her anymore.

She wanted you, his adopted sister. The moment she met you, things changed. At least from her perspective.

However she had to start by being your friend. “Isn’t it weird that you’re my brother’s ex hanging around with me? You asked her once.

“No, he’s chill about it actually, Sidney lied. “Oh, okay, You replied, believing her. The truth was, Billy saw right through Sidney. After all he was obsessive too. It wasn’t that hard either.

Though she made sure that he never actually caught her. After that the two of you became closer than ever

“So y/n, you want to hang out today? Sidney asked. “I would but I have a date today, You replied honestly. She grit her teeth subtly.”Really?”

You nodded. “I’m happy for you, she said which surprised you. “You’re not upset? You ask her. She shakes her head.”Honest. You deserve a relationship, Y/n.”

With her. Nobody else.

You didn’t know who’d you seek out to even be in a relationship. Until you got asked out on a date, by a jock no less.

She started to follow you. Watch you on your date, even. You seemed happy. But that asshole didn’t deserve you Iike she did.

how could have billy let you go out with him?

Sidney grit her teeth while you giggled and had fun. That was the time she decided, she’d make sure she’d have you. She didn’t want anyone else but you.

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“It’s like he cut me off completely! You whine to Tatum, a friend of yours and Billy’s. He didn’t seem to mind you pretty much being in the group.

“That dickhead’s a jock, what did you expect? Well, I’m sorry Y/n, you deserve better, Tatum said sympathetically.

“You do, And I’m sorry too, Sidney said.”Maybe you’ll find someone else a lot more better than you.” You shrug.”Maybe. I just was really hoping you know? We’d become a couple and stuff.”

Sidney had no regrets. Even though his blood was on her hands. And you’d never know.

#sidney prescott x reader #yandere sidney prescott #fem!reader #scream x reader #obsession #wlw #lgbtq #adopted reader

[yingatlas]

could you do a sentihua with the adopted!child reader prompt you did? i loved it sm!!

Rockabye baby, rockabye

Similar to the kiamei and bronseele one, sort of like a part 2

Sentihua x adopted child reader (platonic)

When you were first taken in you were a lost and confused child, nervous about everything.

Hua saw this and was reminded of pats herself, before Captain HIMEKO had reached her hand out to her. So she made sure to extend a hand to you and help guide you.

Senti before acted like she didn’t care for your existence, you were just another idiot to the crew. This of course did not last that long at all and she began to spoil the hell out of you.

Fu hua always mention you during idle chat when she can. Saying things like “Oh my child also likes that” or “my kid tried to do that once” and such.

Like an old grandma reminiscing about the past. She doesn’t really out right say it’s you as she respect your privacy and simply says “my child”

Senti is much louder about it, she’s like those soccer moms always yelling and cheering for her kid during games but just for like possibly everything in life. She’ll loudly exclaim your name and brag to about you to others

Really Senti should not be trusted with the care of a child but at the same time it oddly works out

Fu hua is always so calm and aloof so Senti balances her out a lot. They’ll clash at sometimes but in the end they both want just what’s best for you.

There’s a nice family activity you all like to do which is to bake together simply because it’s fun.

They like the way your face scrunches up in concentration as you try to measure out something for them or how you squat near the oven to watch the desert raises.

Senti also tries to do it with you but she quickly gets bored. Fu Hua just sighs as it feels like she’s watching over two kids instead of just one

One time when the cupcakes you all had made were done Fu Hua and Senti were in the middle of sparring. You went to go get them as you’re not allowed to touch the oven at such a young age

You didn’t really know how to get their attention as they both seemed to be so focused and you won’t lie it was really cool to see them fight with their different moves.

Quietly you mumbled out “Mother, mama” and their attention quickly snapped to you. This made you nervous and panic a bit

“Uhm… the cupcakes” you turned your head away and started to fidget. Senti looked like she was about to say something only for Fu Hua to hit her (lightly) and give Senti a look.

Fu hua turned to you and smiled “thank you for letting us know sweetie, let’s go get them” she said as she walked over to you with Senti not to far behind.

Slightly pouting due to being hit but she just grinned when you looked at her and caught her eyes

You simply nodded and walked with them. However they couldn’t help but notice the content expression on your face and how you held onto their hands.

#honkai impact #honkai impact 3rd x reader #honkai impact x reader #honkaimpact3rd #hi3 #hi3 x reader #fu hua #honkai impact Fu Hua #herrscher of sentience #senti #honkai senti #fu hua x Reader #Herrscher of sentience x reader #senti x reader #plantoic #child reader #adopted reader #sentihua #fu hua x senti #fu hua x Herrscher of sentience

[lunarmoonanons]

The Dragon Princess

🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕  

Yandere Targaryens

CW: YES there may be some instances of incest. It’s the Targaryens, their family tree is basically a wreath. I’d be Surprised if there wasn’t incest. 

Okay? Okay.  

Masterlist 

I love the mess that is the Targaryens. I love Jaehaerys' family line even more. This current idea fic will be involving them and sweet little dragon princess YN. This is gonna be split into three separate concepts.

Baby YN. 

YN is the baby of Jaehaerys’ family. Born in 84 ac she was treasured and highly protected. Most of her siblings were in their teens or adulthoods when she was born, but something in that messy Targaryen blood made them hyperfixate on her immensely. The small dragon. 

Middle Child YN

YN was born 2 years after Saera, they are incredibly close and loyal to the other even though YN is obviously more favored by the family due to her being a little more obedient and not as sexual (asexual maybe???). Her older siblings think she’s a sweet kid, her younger siblings look up to her, her parents pray she’s a good influence on Saera, and Saera….. She may be in love with her. (I did warn there was incest.) The singing dragon.

Adopted Child YN.

YN was adopted by Jaehaerys and Alyssanne after their daughter Daenerys died. She was 6 years old and had somehow called a dragon to her when a man tried to assault her. She screamed out for help, and Balerion the black dread flew to her aid. The large dragon curled around her and wouldn’t move until the girl asked him to release her, in front of King Jaehaerys. The blood of the dragon sang to her and the Targaryens felt connected to her. She was raised as a princess in King's landing, her childhood was raised amongst Aemon Baelon Alyssa Vaegon and Maegelle. (I will be writing her as a POC woman.) The Dragon Dancer. 

Throughout each of these concepts YN has an unexplainable connection to the dragons. Though the Dragon Dancer has more of a magical connection rather than blood connection like her counterparts. YN is a beloved princess. She never knew her siblings Aegon, Daenerys, Gaemon, and Valerion. She knew of them but never interacted with them. 

The Small Dragon is a beloved child that was coveted by all her family members. Due to her age and innocence. 

The Singing Dragon is adored for her kind heart and melodic voice that  seems to win over anyone. The family thinks she is above sexual filth, butYn just never got interested in that.

The Dragon Dancer has a strange magical connection to the dragons. They protect and listen to her. It is believed she is a dragon in human form, and there are whispers she is the blood of Old Valeria. 

I will be doing individual headcanons about the relationships soon. Each person in the line will have a headcanon with each different YN. 

Stay Groovy. 

Taglist:

@missglaskin

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[i23kazu]

Omgomgomg hello may I please ask for spyxfamily platonic family fluff with the reader as another adopted kid 👀

warnings – none. characters – loid x yor | anya, gn!reader genre – familial fluff. a/n – srsly both of yall have the same ideas HEHEHE i was so happy writing this TT hope you two enjoy!!! | please reblog!! it rly helps a starter blog like me ><

“Papaaa. Anya wants hot cocoa and peanuts!” Your little sister, Anya, tugged the fabric of your father’s pants.

You loved nights like this. Hot tea or cocoa on the tea table next to you, a good book that you began to read, and all while curled up on your father’s lap. Ever since the Forgers had freed you from the chains of your orphanage — and past, this chapter of your life was certainly much more enjoyable.

They provided quite literally everything you needed. Education, clothes, books, outings to fancy museums, your favourite meal — they had been so kind to you from the start. You didn’t like how secretive dad and mom had to be about certain things… but that was their adult life, you supposed. You weren’t about to complain after everything that they had done for you.

“Come sit here with me, (Y/N).” Your father smiled, patting the seat next to him. You gingerly got up and patted Anya’s pink hair, silently asking her to make space for you as you leaned against your father. You sighed tiredly as you thumbed through your next find — a beautiful hardcopy of The Secret Garden that you found in your father’s study.

“Is it good, (Y/N)? I saw you looking at it the other day.” Mrs. Forg- Mom commented. You glanced up as she gently handed a freshly made cup of cocoa to you and your sister.

“Mhm. I just started though. But I like it so far.” You offered her a small smile, helping yourself to the dish of peanuts. Anya was digging through them and finding funnily-shaped ones to show your father.

The rest of the evening was spent watching the cartoons Anya insisted on watching and discussing the book — until your mind decided that it was finally time to slow down, and your eyelids started to flutter shut. Anya was already snoring next to you.

“Oh, I think they’re both asleep. Could you carry them to bed, Loid?” You heard Mom whisper, feeling the warmth of your father envelop you as he lifted you into his arms. You were too sleepy to protest — and as children are made for their parents, your arms naturally wrapped around his neck.

Living with your new family was albeit hard to adjust to, but oh how you enjoyed it! You loved them to bits and always looked forward to more nights like this.

≪fin.≫

please reblog! it really helps me. :-)

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[lovely-vermin]

Frank Frankly/Dear and Eddie dear with their adopted!hispanic!socially anxious Reader

Summary: Frank and Eddie have adopted a 13 year old, their doing their best to make sure their kid knows about their culture but also that they feel safe even if they have social anxiety as they love their new child

Notes:Reader is based off of me, all of the experience is what has happened to me, Y/N doesn’t know Spanish or anything as I’m still learning it

-They might not understand social anxiety but they’ll completely respect it, they make sure to comfort you and allow you to do things that calm you down.

-If you ask questions about your culture Frank is immediately bringing out books, pictures, and videos so you can learn more. If you wanna learn Spanish or another language then they’ll also learn it with you!

-They explain to the neighbors about your social anxiety and why you don’t often talk to them. Everyone understand and makes sure to go at your own pace.

-Eddie takes you to work with him sometimes. You have your own little mail man outfit that matches his, your his little mailbox helper!

-Frank teaches you about all types of butterflies but you also distract him from waiting for Howdy to be a butterfly as Frank is busy making sure your safe

-If you ask for hispanic treats they’ll see if howdy can get them somehow because 1. They wanna try it as well and 2. It’s from your culture why would they deny it!? Usually takes a few days for howdy to get

“Alright I’ll be back kiddo, you be safe and behave for Frank. Love you both” - Eddie

“Remember me and Eddie love you kid, no matter where your from your our child and we love you for yourself. You’ll always be apart of our family” - Frank

#welcome home arg x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #teen reader #adopted reader #hispanic reader #platonic relationships #no romantic relationships #familiar relationships

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝐍𝐨 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴜʟʟʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ꜱᴏᴏʜʏᴜɴ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ᴠᴇʀ.2

Tw: Blood, Violence, kids killing each other, reader's height is between 5'3-5'7 but not really specified, reader is from Japan, reader is between the age of 15-16, a bit off gore nothing to graphic, blood, a bit of angst, Tuk gets into danger.

A/N: I wasn't sure If anon wanted a Neteyam x reader fic, but I'll do a part two if that's what they want. I kinda based the fight of Mitsuko and Kazuo in a way. Idk why I just didn't feel like adding the exopack mask on the reader, I guess pretend that reader is immune to Pandora's air.

P.s. I hope you guys like this one. Also, stay safe and take care of yourselves &lt;;3

Masterlist

You watched the video on this girl explaining how the game is told to be played. You knew about the Battle Royale's from the news, you didn't think your class was going to be this year's Battle Royale. This had began around the year 2000s, now that the years was 2155 the games got even more intense. At first the games took place in a deserted island back on earth, now it was done in outer space.

You were at school that morning, and now you were in another planet, being told that you have to fight for your life. You had a collar around your neck, if you tried anything to get rid of it, it'd explode. One of your class mates was used an an example and another girl got killed when the teacher instructed us into no talking while the video was playing. You looked around, seen everyone in the building was afraid. No one asked for this, you were here because of the government.

Everyone was assigned a number and given a bag with stuff. You were next to leave, your number was Girl #13, you were then given a bag just like the others and left the building. You did not have an idea, so you just ran, you ran and did not look back. You didn't notice that you were being followed. You stopped running and began to walk, but you manage to get whatever weapon you had in the bag. It was a small hand pistol and a pocket knife, as you walk, you had missed a figure watching in the bushes.

Tuk had sneaked away from the camp to explore, but also to get away from her family for a bit, she wanted time for her self. Tuk was busy looking at the flowers, until she saw someone had ran by. Out of curiosity, she began to follow you in the bushes. It was obvious that you were a human girl, but wearing clothes that she had never seen. She wanted to introduce herself to you, so when she stepped out of the bushes, she saw two other students approaching. Tuk could not believe that other humans were here, but when she notice their weapons, she knew that they were not good humans.

You the turned around for a moment, maybe you were far from the building. You saw a small blue figure there, seen that other students were coming your way. You ran over to the kid and pulled her to the side in the woods, luckily they were still away from where you and Tuk were. "Okay, I know you don't know or understand mw, but I need you to do something." You said, seen the face of worry she had one, you then handed her the pocket knife, which she took. "Run, Run and do not look back" you told her. Tuk nodded and took off running. You took a deep breath and got a hold of your handgun. All you could do if wish for the best and stepped out to confront the students who were after you.

Neteyam and Lo'ak had went out to find Tuk since she took off. "Tuk!" Lo'ak was the one to yell, then it was followed by Neteyam "where are you! mom and dad are going to be even more furious!" he yelled, looking around his baby sister. "I don't get why we have to look for her, she's our sister not our kid" Lo'ak said annoyed with his bow and arrows in hand. Neteyam had also brought his bow and arrow just in case. "Because we're her brothers and responsible for her" he told his baby brother who was still bothered by this.

Then they spotted two figures walking around, they both looked at each other and drew out an arrow, positioning it on their bows then they split. They followed each other from a short distance, then they spotted the two figures cornering a small figure, when they got a closer look. They notice that it was Tuk, with a small knife pointed at two people who also had weapons. She was hissing and warning them to step back. Without thinking twice, both Neteyam and Lo'ak let go of their arrows, hitting the students right in the fetal spot, killing them instantly.

Tuk was surprised seen this, but when she looked at the color of the feather, recognizing them. It was her brothers. Neteyam and Lo'ak both ran over to Tuk. "Lo'ak, Neteyam!" that's all she manage to say, hugging both her brothers tightly, scared of letting them go. "What happened? Who were those people?" Lo'ak asked, while looking at the classmates who were now dead. "I don't know! But I need you to help this human girl!" she said, making both Lo'ak and Neteyam look at her in confusion. "Human girl? What human girl?" Neteyam asked worriedly. "A human girl, she helped me get away while she fought others who were bad!" she said, pulling Neteyam's arm. "Please!" she begged, tears in her eyes. "Fine, lets go" Neteyam said, both following Tuk.

When they arrived, they spotted you, standing over three dead bodies. They noticed how you had a few cuts and scratches, but you also looked tired and sweaty. You looked over, seen Tuk safe. All you could do is smile, then you passed out from exhausting. Tuk and Neteyam ran over to you to check on you. "She's injured" Neteyam said, turning you over to check for any more injuries. "We have to take her back, please, she needs our help" Tuk said, seen Lo'ak was in shock seen another human other then Spider and the other humans left behind. Neteyam then picked you up bridal style "we'll take her to grandmother" he said. With you in Neteyam's arms, both Tuk and Lo'ak followed Neteyam back.

Both Neytiri and Jake were in their hut, worried about Tuk. "I hope they found her" Neytiri told Jake as she paced around the hut. "I'm sure they will" Jake comforted his wife, then they both noticed both their kids returning, but not alone. Neteyam had approached them with an unconscious human in his arms. "Where is grandmother?" he asked, not noticing how both Neytiri and Jake had a look of shock, seen a human girl with a school uniform in his arms. "With Kiri, but who is that?" Jake asked, while Tuk chimed in "no time to answer, she is injured!" she said worriedly for the unconscious girl. "She's probably in her tent, lets go" Lo'ak said, leading both Neteyam and Tuk to Mo'at's tent.

Mo'at and Kiri were surprised in seen a human girl in Neteyam's arms, but she got to work into healing her wounds. Both Jake and Neytiri were talking with the kids. "Where the hell did she come from?" Neytiri asked a bit enraged, not liking the idea that a human in the na'vi camp. "I saw her when I ran off, she was running from others." Tuk explain to her parents. "But where did she and those other come from?" Jake asked, while Neteyam answered. "We don't know sir, we just saw them about to hurt Tuk and we killed them" he said as Lo'ak also chimed in "it's true, we don't know anything about them." Both Neytiri and Jake looked at them, until looking at Tuk who was too worried about you. "She helped me get away from those bad humans, I couldn't just leave her when she helped me." She said. Jake then looked back Mo'at and Kiri who were busy on you. "Okay, when she wakes up, we'll ask her where she same from" He told them. It was strange seen a kid around the forest, fighting and killing other kids, but he needed to know.

A few hours had gone by and you were still unconscious, everyone assumed that you had fallen sleep, but they waited on you to wake up so that they could figure it out what was happening. Tuk had told them the part in which you had saved her from danger, but they needed to hear your part.

Finally you woke up, the ones who were in the Tent was Kiri and Neteyam, they were in a conversation not noticing you opening your eyes. The small light from the tent had been hitting your face, which made you rub your eyes, you had forgot what happened, but then you remembered that kid you had manage to save from your classmates. Kiri was the one to notice you first. "Hey, she's awake" she told her brother who looked over at you. "Go tell mom and dad" he told his sister and she left right after.

Neteyam got a bit close to you, to see how you were doing. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked you, then you looked over and saw an unfamiliar face, causing you to freak out. You got up fast from the mat you had been laying and moved over to a corner. "Hey hey! It's okay I won't hurt you" Neteyam said calmly. While on the corner you then small knife near you and you picked up holding it out to him. "Stay back! or else!" you yelled as if you were a literal banshee.

When Jake, Neytiri, Tuk and Kiri had returned, they saw how you cowered yourself on the corner with a knife pointed at Neteyam. Reading your body language, you were no threat, just scared and confused. Jake was the first one to approached you slowly. "It's okay, we're not going to hurt you, we just want to help you" he said to you. Then you looked over and pointed the knife at him, a bit surprised hearing that he was fluent in English just like the other boy. You weren't sure at first, you don't know any of this people or whatever they were, what frighten you a bit was how tall they were. "Please, put down the knife and let's talk" he said calmly, looking over him, you noticed others like them. An older women, a girl who looked almost about your age and the kid you helped. You looked at Jake and Neteyam one more time, then back at Tuk. You finally dropped the knife but still hid in the corner.

Then Tuk came over and gave you a hug, as way to calm you down. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you" she said, she also knew English. All you could do is her hug her back, still a bit shaken up but slowly calming down. It was true what you assumed, she was a child, that explains by the way she talked. It was very childish, not to mention how you and her were almost the same height. "It's fine, you couldn't even do anything they all wanted to kill." you told her now more calmed.

You watched as Jake quickly took the knife, then he instructed the kids to leave him and Neytiri alone with you. Once alone with the two adult, they got a bit closer but kept their distance from you. "My name is Jake Sully, this is my wife Neytiri. We want to know where you came from and why you're here." You looked at the couple, feeling a bit embarrassed by your little outburst. "I'm Y/n L/n, Girl #13. I came from earth because my class is this year's Battle Royal."

This caught both Jake and Neytiri's attention. "Battle Royale?" Jake asked, in which you responded. "Well, Battle Royale is an event done by the Japanese government, ever since the year 2000, a class from a chosen school gets picked and they are sent to an island and fight to the death, the last person standing is the winner of that years Battle Royale. But since our technology has advance, now the fights are done in outer space in different planets." You told them, seen the horrified faced they had. Jake has heard a thing or two about that Battle Royale, but he never had an interest in it since that wasn't any of his business, but now he was interested in knowing.

"I'm also sorry that your child was involved in this." You apologized to them, hating the fact that a kid was put in danger because of your classmates who were out for blood. You knew it was for their own self defense, but also you saw how this brought out the true intentions of others. "It's okay, we understand it isn't your fault. But I'd like to thank you for helping Tuk out of danger." Neytiri told you in English, she wasn't a huge fan of humans, but since you had helped her youngest child, the least she could do is thank you.

They had allowed you to stay with them, since you had nowhere to really go and who knows what happened to your back of stuff. You were introduced to Kiri, Lo'ak, Neteyam and you already knew who Tuk was. They were kids about your age, they seemed to be nice. They were also interested about the earth and other things about you, since they had never really met another human other then Spider, Norm, Max and other scientists.

During your time with them, they taught you how to speak na'vi, since it was the language spoken by them. Only a few na'vi could speak English some more than others. They had wanted to take the collar off your neck, but you told them that if they try anything then you'd die, so they left it alone for now. You also met the other scientists that they had told you about, Spider was kind of hyped seen another girl his age being around, he was the one who was teaching you na'vi the most. You also had learned about Kiri and her mother, she seems to really love and cherish her even thought her avatar's body was in a tank. You also watched her mother's video logs with her.

Jake and Neytiri had been the ones to teach you how to hunt with a bow and arrow, as well with a spear. They both took turns into teaching you how to use the weapons the na'vi used, sure Jake used a gun majority of the time, but he still taught his kids how to use this traditional weapons. Of course it took time for you to finally master a bow since you were a beginner, but you had got around using it. As a test they had taken you hunting with them a couple times and for you to get your first kill.

Since you had been adapting to their ways, you had began to dress like them. Well almost, you only wore the tops both Kiri and Tuk would make for you, while you only kept your skirt and underwear on. You'd also let them do things with your hair, such as braid it or add any kinds of beads. You had stopped using your socks and shoes to walk around the forest better.

That day was just a regular day, weeks, almost a month has passed. You went with Jake, Neytiri and other few na'vis to hunt. This was a regular things since you had learn to hunt, you couldn't explain why Jake decided to bring his gun while the rest brought their bows and spears. The group of na'vi had gone ahead while you, Jake and Neytiri stayed a bit behind. Jake had been talking to you about tips involving hunting.

You were focused on what he was telling you, you saw a familiar figure from the distance. No, it couldn't be, he is suppose to be dead. Then you saw your classmate point his gun at Neytiri, so you acted fast. "Watch out!" you screamed pushing Neytiri towards Jake, causing the bullets to hit the tree instead of her. Both Jake and Neytiri looked at you in shock, but also noticed the gunshots on the three. You looked over, seen your classmate disappear into the forest, but you were not going to let him go. You were going to finish this. "What's going on?" Jake asked, seen you going over and taking his gun from his back. "I'll be back, I have something to finish!" you told him and took off, ignoring his calls to you.

Now bit farther away from where they were, you had Jake's gun in hand, good thing it was loaded. You held the gun close to your body and kept yourself alert. Listening closely to the forest and what dwells around it. It was silent at first, but you had manage to hear some footsteps, fast ones. Then you heard the sounds of a gun shooting at you, but you manage to dodge the bullets and threw yourself on the floor, pretending you got hit.

Then your classmate approached you, seen you on the ground 'dead'. He lightly kicked your leg, seen that you didn't move, he turned his back then you opened your eyes and got your knife that was given to you by Jake. You manage to stab him on the side, making him cry out in pain and dropping his gun a few feet away. Then you launched yourself at him, straddling him trying to stab him with the knife, but he manage to push you off. Luckily you still had Jake's gone with you, so you began to shoot at him, but he manage to run not getting hit. You continued to shoot, but then the gun ran out of bullets. "Damn it!" you yelled, throwing the gun in a different direction. You didn't see where he went to, but you had an idea. You then climbed a high tree, to get a better look at but also for another thing.

Meanwhile, your classmate was looking for you, he was not going to give up easily. He was injured, but he was not going to stop. He had his gun in hand as he looked for you. As you were on the tall tree, you watched and followed him, moving from tree to tree watching his every move. Then he began to taunt you. "Come out come out where ever you are!" he yelled, still on the look out for you. "You really think you can beat me? Well guess what! No one will come to save you! So might as well give up already. I am not fucking dying in this fucking planet!" he screamed.

While still on the three, you saw a thick branch barely hanging to the trunk, so you quietly snapped it off and began to sharpen one of the ends, as sharp as you could. It may not be a spear like the ones you were to using by now but it was something. Once done, you quietly walked on the thick branches while you held your makeshift spear with you. Then you stopped, on a branch, the perfect spot for your target. All you had to do was wait for him.

Your classmate continued to taught you. "You really think you're one of them? One of those blue freaks? You're mistaken if you think that you could be like them. You're nothing but a pathetic little girl who is going to die." He said, then you saw him approaching the spot, it was now or never. As soon as he stepped foot on the target. You jumped down with the makeshift spear, you held it tightly over your head. Praying to whatever deity of this planet for help.

He then looked up and saw you, coming towards him fast, he lifted his gun to you, but you were much faster. You stabbed the spear into his chest, deeply. He then fell onto the ground crying out in pain like before, but you were not done, you had to make sure he was dead. Now on the ground, you stood over him and took the spear out of his chest, splattering blood on your leg, but that was the least of your worries. As he cried out in pain, you began to stab the spear allover his chest, over and over and over, not stopping at all.

As you continued to stab him, you knew that he was dying, and not the most humanly or merciful, it was brutal. You stabbed and stabbed until he was no longer moving. You stabbed him one last time on the heart just to be sure. Finally you stopped. Panting you looked down at the now dead classmate of yours, he was dead for sure. Then out of nowhere you just began to laugh. You couldn't explain why, but you just laughed. Not caring that blood was now coating all of your legs, a bit of your torso and some at your face.

As you laugh you didn't notice both Jake and Neytiri coming close to you, seen what you had done, they were a bit horrified by your action, but at the same time glad that you were okay. Then you began to cry, you couldn't explain why but you just stopped laughing and went straight to crying. Maybe it was because you had let out all your fear or anger, but you didn't know. "Y/n" Neytiri had called out to you.

You turned to see Jake and Neytiri, still crying, then you went over to them. Being pulled into a hug, you hugged both Jake and Neytiri tightly, still crying. "It's okay" Jake said, stroking your hair, trying to calm you down. Neytiri did the same, she hated seen you upset, but she kind of understood. Then your collar went off, catching all of guard. "Congratulations Girl #13! You won this year's Battle Royale!" the small voice said, then the collar came off from around your neck and dropping to the floor.

You stared down at the collar, you felt free. You had won the Battle Royale, you didn't know how to feel but free, it felt good. But you did not want to return to earth, you'd rather die then to return. "I'm not going back, hate me if you want, but I'm not going back to earth." That was all you said while staring at the collar on the floor. Neytiri then lowered down to your height. "Good, because I wasn't going to allow you to leave" she said, with a kind smile. You looked up at her, with your face being covered in a blood, sweat, tears and a bit of snot coming from your nose. "You aren't?" you asked, then Jake also got down to your level. "No, you're not one of us, you're a Sully" he said, wiping your tears clean, not minding getting blood on himself. You smiled, and hugged them both again tighter then before.

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2022 #atwow #avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar x y/n #the sully family #the sully kids #the sullys x reader (platonic) #the sully kids x reader (platonic) #platonic #platonic relationships #sully family x human reader (platonic) #sully kids x human reader (platonic) #human reader #human y/n #female reader #female y/n #adopted reader #adopted y/n #sully reader #y/n sully #y/n #aphrodite's writing #Battle Royal Au

[insidethejob]

I have really bad memory and can't remember if I sent a request or not but can you please make some parent yandere headcannons for reagen Ridley? Where the child was adopted by Reagen, please.

OR where a 14 year old joins the cognito task force and views Gigi as a mother figure because the mother who abandoned them acted like her? You can choose which one to do.

I’m going to do Reagan, although I do have another request similar to this

She doesn’t know what to do

She didn’t have good parental role models so she doesn’t really know where to begin on being a good mom to you

She doesn't want to be like her father, so she tries everything to do better

You've met Rand less than a handful amount of times and each other was not on purpose. Also, he was an asshole each time, considering you 'Not a real Ridley' which really pissed off Reagan

^ She almost killed him. She was throwing things at him, but missed [Because she's not very good with athletic stuff]

^ "If you ever come near me or my daughter again, I will kill you."

Type of mom to embarrass you in front of your peers

She tries to do everything her father DIDNT do

She can be overly clingy and affectionate which is so unlike her usual personality (Gurl just doesn’t get social cues)

Tons of hugs and kisses on the cheek and forehead

You’re the only one she puts above work

If you’re sick or not feeling good, she’s off work and getting you from school to take you home (or just taking off work to take care of you)

She doesn’t care to much if you’re smart, in fact she encourages you to be like everyone else. She wants the absolute best for you

If you play sports, she goes to your games. Reads a whole bunch of books about them, so she can rig watch them. You haven’t lost a single game since she’s started showing up!

^ She doesn’t understand why you like the sport, but she still supports you

Is always the loudest because she wants everyone to know that she's proud of you

She goes to every assembly, award show, recital, etc that you have. She doesn't want to miss out on anything

#inside job #reagan ridley #adopted reader #inside job headcanon #inside job headcanons #inside job netflix #inside job x reader #mother reagan ridley #mother reagan

[theladybarnes]

DON’T YOU WANT ME, BABY? : CHAPTER FOUR

“Mistakes have been made.”

▸ summary: a happy reunion happens, but boy drama ruins it all ▸ characters: steve harrington, billy hargrove, max mayfield, & the party ▸ word count: 4.8k     ▸ warnings: angst, toxic exes, and general billy behavior ▸ series masterlist

The clock in Ms. Kelley’s office ticked loudly in the empty room, making you slightly more irritated as you continued to wait out for your counselor. 

 It was only a minute back to your group at gym class that Coach Duffer sent you to leave class early and go into the main office of the school. Something you didn’t think over until you were coming through the threshold with wet hair that soaked the top of your blouse. Could they not have given you at least a second to towel dry your hair?

 “Alright, Miss Henderson.” Ms. Kelley chimed as she entered the room. “While I’m always happy to see you, I’m afraid I’m a bit unsettled by today’s visit.” 

 “You and me both, Ms. Kelley. Which is why I think we should reconvene on better circumstances and call it a day!” you clapped, going as far as to pick up your bag from the floor. The cheery tone only caused her to raise a brow as she settled into her seat across from you. 

 “Miss Henderson, it’s clear to me that today was quite the off day for you. Did something happen before school? Are you feeling alright?”

 There was no good answer that you could give to the poor counselor. Was it the weird sex dream? The hangover? The boys who lie? How do you give her the gist of all that and come off as sane?

 Bringing your hand up, you rub gently at your chin. Normally in court, you would plead a case and go through a million questions before allowing the jury to come to a conclusion. But with Ms. Kelley playing judge, jury, and executioner, you had to go about this differently.

 “Guilty,” you sighed. “I’m not feeling well. And my severe actions deserve their proper consequences.” Leaning forward, you tilt your head towards the women, giving your best sorry face you could muster. “I’ll take whatever punishment you see fit.”

 The thought up answer didn’t seem to satisfy Ms.Kelley. In fact, it made her frown harder as she jotted down a few things on her notepad. “Ms. Henderson, you flipped off a teacher, yelled at two students, and hurt one with a basketball. You mean to tell me that you want to play all that off from not feeling well?”

 Sensing that there was a need for a small bit of honesty, you let out one piece of information that could hopefully close this case. “Well, that and some of the boys are spreading lies about the tellings of my personal sex life.” 

 Her jaw slacked a bit, pen falling to the side before she scrambled to pick it back up in her hand. “That is a serious accusation, Ms. Henderson. Are you sure that’s the reason?” 

 “Well, it’s definitely the main one.”

 A sour sort of look spread over her face and she looked between you and her notepad for a second before she tore off the paper and threw it in the trash can beside her. “I need you to apologize to Coach Duffer for the unsavory hand sign you gave him, and clean up the gym after practice today for Coach Troy for disrupting his class.”

 To say you were shocked was understatement, but you certainly don't question it as you stood up from your seat. Holding onto your bag tightly to leave before she changed her mind. “Sounds like a reasonable punishment, Ms. Kelley.” 

 “I also want to let you know you’re free to come talk to me if anyone else starts spreading more misinformation, okay?”

 “You got it, Ms. K!”

 You made your way over to the door, giving the woman a thankful wave as she called out one more request to you. 

 “And please don’t attack any more boys!”

  While Ms. Kelley had given you a break today, most of the day seemed to go on longer than you expected. During lunch you had a hard time finding Jonathan, needing to be with someone who isn't currently judging you. But that ended up being a bust. Then when it came around time for you to clean up the gym, Coach Troy seemed to purposely drag out practice. 

 Though you spent a good chunk of the day avoiding conversing with others, you couldn’t help but feel bad as you finished cleaning up. Most of the other students were a bit wary of you. Possibly worried they’d be the next target in your yelling spree. Although not everyone seemed to get the hint. Considering you did see Steve by your locker earlier that day. And while you’d like to maybe talk things over with him, it was best not to add fuel to that fire. 

 It was nearing the evening when you finally left the gym. The winter sky had turned dark blue due to the time change. Since Jonathan seemed to disappear from school grounds today, you were stuck taking the long way home. Something you’d definitely be complaining to him on the phone tonight.

 Just as you get on your bike and down the long driveway of the school, you’re about to pass the middle school’s joint hill when you first notice them. Or mostly notice her. The group you now know as your cousin’s “party” were all crowded together on the front steps. Each of them looked worried while the young girl looked confused. 

 “Maximilian! As I live and breathe!” 

 The boys all look over at you with a curious look before the redhead lets out a chuckled sort of gasp. “No way!” She said, rushing down the steps. “You’re here too?”

 Her body colliding with yours nearly took you off your bike, making you giggle as you wrapped your arms around her figure. It’s been quite a while since you’ve seen the young girl and you’re happy seeing her in different circumstances. 

 “Is this where you went to?!” Max exclaimed, moving to look you over. “You still look the same.”

 “Well moving would never stop me from looking good.”

 Giving her a once over, you smile at the sight of her slightly Tom boyish style seeping through in fall clothing. She was always more bright and sunny back in California. You wonder if she’s struggling with the cold as much as you did.

 “How the hell do you guys know each other?” Dustin blurted, stepping down the steps to join at your side. “And why are you at the school so late?”

 Frowning you point a finger at him sternly. “I’m here because it’s none of your business and I know her because she's from back home.” 

 “She used to date my step-brother before she dumped him.” 

 “You have a brother?” Mike asked, a familiar look of displeasure on his face as he crossed his arms. 

 “Step-brother.” you both corrected him. 

 Turning back to the others you can’t help but feel their tension. “Are you guys hanging out together?” Peeking, you notice someone missing. “Why are you guys here so late? Where’s Will?”

 Max scrunched her nose, pushing a fiery lock behind her ear. “I’m not hanging out with these guys. They were stalking me. And Will just—“ 

 She’s cut off with a harsh nudge from Dustin. The slight push caused her to bump into you, making you nearly trip off your bike. “Geez!” she whispered, looking over at him with wide eyes. You can’t help but notice that they’re keeping something from you.

 “Hmph,” you hummed, looking over at the group. “You guys are acting weirder than usual.” 

 Lucas stepped up with a sorry sort of smile on his face. “Uh we’re not, just worried about Will. His Mom had to come pick him up because he went into another weird episode.” The rest of the boys turned back into a slightly worried expression.

Jonathan had told you before how Will would become spacey sometimes, but lately it seemed like things were going backwards in his development. 

 Nodding your head, you place a hand down on Max’s shoulder, giving her a small smile. “He’s going through things. He'll be better in no time.” It wasn’t easy to lie to her, but considering you didn’t want to involve someone else in the mess from last year, you’d have to tough it out to protect her.

 “Considering we’re not clouded by smoke from Billy, I’m guessing you’re gonna take your board home.” 

 Max peered over your shoulder to see across where the parking lot was. “Asshole.” she muttered before looking back at you. “I guess I am.”

 Turning to the boys who were trying to huddle together, you pointed over to the bike rack. “Let’s get going! We’ll all ride together.” They all groaned a bit, hating the break up of their little get together. “Nuh uh, I won’t have any of that bitching, twerps. It’s gonna get dark and we don't need to be here a minute longer.” 

 Max ran back inside to quickly grab her backpack from her locker, leaving you alone with the boys for a second to quickly discuss what you couldn’t before. 

 “So, do you guys think Will is okay? I thought he was getting treatments or something down at the Lab?”

 “We have no clue.” Mike sighed, adjusting his footing on the bike pedal. “He was off on Halloween and today he totally seized out on us. I wish we just had some clear answer.” The other two boys nodded, looking back at the school door to spot out for Max. 

 “And what about Max?” you asked, catching their gazes again. “What is she doing in the mix of all this?”

 “Geez, you sound like you don’t want us to hang out with her.” Dustin scoffed, gripping onto his bike handle tightly. 

 “As much as I’d love for her to have friends she can punk around like you guys, I’m worried she might get involved in something that’s too big for her. Like you guys already are.”

 Mike frowned a bit at that. “She’s not a part of the party. Don’t worry.”

 There’s a slight disdain in Mike’s tone. Which you’re pretty familiar with, but it felt slightly unwarranted since he’s most likely known Max for less than a week. “Okay, noted.” you chuckled, making him shrug his shoulders.

 The heavy door creaked loudly as Max pushed her way out. Bright hair blowing in the wind as she placed the board down on the ground. “Alright, you guys okay?” she panted, noticing the change in the group’s demeanor. The boys gave you a glance before you smiled over at Max. 

 “Yup! Let’s get going!” You called out, turning your bike to lead the way. It was just in time to miss the look of suspicion from her blue eyes.

  To your surprise, when you finally got home with Dustin, Tina had been waiting on the phone. Wanting to hear the details of what happened after you left the gym class. Mostly because the rumor mill must have had some missing details.

 Your vague answers did little to satisfy her, but she was willing enough to share the news of Billy having come over to them at lunch. Claiming he wanted to spend some time with Vicki that day. It would seem he was finally over you and therefore making Tina accept you back into her inner circle for now.

 The phone call left you with a sort of sick feeling.

 After a few attempts of trying to call Jonathan, you gave up for the night. Eating dinner quickly to get into bed early that night. All you could hope for was tomorrow being a better day without any trouble.

  “Did you hear about your little weirdo and Nancy Wheeler?”

 You had barely been able to get your book out of the locker when Tina and Vicki came into your line of vision. “No, can’t say I know what you’re talking about.” The brunette raised a brow, leaning against the metal door with a slight smirk.

 “Some say they ditched early the other day. Left around lunch.”

 “Others say they ran away together because they’re secretly in love!” Vicki giggled.

 You stole a glance over to the locker beside you. Usually you managed to avoid the girl when getting your books, but now and then you’d see her there. But now that you’ve thought about it, it’s been three periods and you haven’t even seen her or Jonathan yet.

 “I doubt that’s what’s going on.”

 “Enlighten us, babydoll.” said a deep, agitating, grating voice. 

 The metal locker door creaked as he slowly shut it to reveal Billy’s face. The toothy grin plastered on his face as he annoyingly chewed gum loudly. “The girls and I have been trying to figure it out since first period.” 

 The other two giggled a bit, even going as far to twirling a piece of their hair as they nodded eagerly. Unfortunately, with the lack of contact from either person, you couldn’t give any of them the truth.

 “They’re friends. Probably skipped the day to go hang out.” you shrugged, trying to play it off coolly. “Is that suddenly a crime?” 

 The two girls seemed slightly to agree before Billy scooted in closer, placing his arm across your shoulder as he leaned in to you. “We both know that Wheeler recently dumped Harrington too. You mean to tell me she’s not trying to rebound onto this Jonathan guy?”

 Did Nancy break up with Steve? Was the reason why he had been crying at the party? Had it been yesterday when she went into the gym after you left? 

 Something in your face must have given off the confusion because suddenly the two girls are giggling at you. Playfully pushing at your shoulder. “It seems not even Byers’ only friend would know what the hell is going on.” Vicki said, making Tina smirk slightly in amusement. 

 “Poor thing.” Billy cooed. “I should help her catch up. We’ll see you guys at lunch.” he winked, waving them off with his free hand. You silently pleaded with your eyes, even shaking your head a bit to get them to stay. But the two giggled at Billy, ignoring your pleas as they waved goodbye to the two of you. Billy finally released you from his grip, allowing you to take a small step back. He remained cocky as he slid to lean against the locker.

 “What is your damage, Billy? Since when do you care about gossip?”

 “I care when it involves our friends.”

 “God, they are not your friends.” you spat, rolling your eyes. “They’re like your obsessed followers.” 

 The comment made him chuckle, rubbing his hands together in front of him as he gave off a meek shrug. “What can I say? They adore me here. Not like they have anyone else to look up to considering Harrington is nothing but a loser these days.”

 Something didn’t sit right with you to hear Billy talk about Steve that way. He didn’t know why he had fallen out with his friends. And while he wasn’t sitting with the same group of people, there were some who still held him in high regard. So why did Billy’s words bother you so much?

 “So,  if the competition is low, why bother with checking out rumors that don’t mean squat to you?”

 “Well for one, competition is still competition. And two,” Billy leaned in, a dark cast over his light eyes as he pointed a finger at you. “because it matters to you.”

 You frowned down at his finger. “It doesn’t matter to me. I hate the guy. Anyone will tell you that.”

 “And yet he likes you.”

 There was no way in hell Billy did not hit his head on the way into Indiana. Because at this point in time, even a child could tell that Steve Harrington only had eyes for Nancy Wheeler. Shaking your head, you look at Billy skeptically. “You’ve been here less than a week and think that?” you laughed, turning to go towards your next class. “I think you need a new informant because he is definitely not into me.”

 “I have eyes, no need for clarification.” he sighed. “I’ve also been told by Tommy that you like him too. Since you came into town.”

 Your sneakers squeak against the floor as you quickly turn to face Billy. Eyes glaring hard on him. “Tommy Hagan was practically trying to get real estate up Steve Harrington’s ass last year and you want to believe one of his deranged rumors?”

 “He says you were practically all over him despite his attempts to get with Nancy.”

 Laughing loudly, you shake your head at the boy. “I hung out with Tommy and his scheming girlfriend for one week and they came up with that shit?” Billy only stared at you with his calculating eyes, trying to pick out the lie in your words like he usually did with others. But you know him well enough now to cover up what you didn’t need for him to know.

 “The three of them were assholes and I was done with all their bullshit by the weekend. When they figured I wasn’t going to hang out with them anymore, they decided to campaign against me.” 

 “Because you’re so worth lying about?” Billy asked, cocking his head to the side.

 “What can I say, Billy? People tend to act a certain way when it comes to me.” 

 Your words seem to work because Billy chuckled lightly, nodding his head a bit before he extended a hand towards the direction you were going before. “Just thought I’d ask about it. I’m only looking out, babydoll.” The nickname made you cringe lightly. 

 “Well I don’t need you to look out for me.”

 “Oh I know,” he smirked, waving you off. Not waiting for your leave, he turned to walk down the opposite direction. But not without giving you what felt like a warning.

 “I’m looking out for me.”

  As of this week, the school day left you falling into a funk. Not only were most of your friends icing you out because of Billy, but Jonathan really did skip out on the day. Leaving your lunch plans practically dead. 

 It wasn’t until you were inside the cafeteria, holding a plastic food tray tightly in your hands that you suddenly felt ill. 

 Never in all your high school life had you been such an outcast. You had so many friends back home. But as of right now, the idea of being friends with anyone felt like a risk. Were they going to leave you too? Was there anyone you could trust anymore?

 Not one for letting your real emotions show, you cock your head up, ignoring some of the leering eyes of the student body as you made your way to one of the center tables that had been abandoned. You’d eat quickly, but confidently. With no signs of discomfort on your face. That way no one could get the satisfaction of thinking they made you feel bad.

 You pulled out a magazine from your bag, placing it down in front of you so that you could keep your attention focused on something other than the students around you. But just as you had begun to eat into the school’s overheated pizza slice, another person slid on the seat across from you.

 “We need to talk.”

 You kept your eyes down on the page rereading the same paragraph of the quiz ‘who your celeb soulmate is’ as you ignored the boy across from you. “Don’t really see what we have to talk about.” you mused, turning the page for results. 

 “Would the fact that everyone keeps talking about us not be good enough reason?” 

 “Nope.” You drawed out, frowning down at the paper. “Damn, I got Tom Cruise. I wanted Michael J. Fox.”

 The magazine is snatched from your line of vision. Making you snap your head up to finally look at your unwanted guest. “Give that back, Steve! I have to find out if Tom Cruise likes what I do!” 

 Steve folded the paper over, giving you an exasperated look before leaning in close. “You can figure all that out later. We gotta get these rumors under control.” 

 Blowing air through your nose, you keep your composure under control as you begin to pick at your lunch. Eating bits of the pizza with your fork. “Us sitting together is just gonna make things worse.” 

 “That’s what I’m talking about! We should be able to do things like sit next to each other without it meaning anything.” 

 Leaning back against your chair, you raise a brow at Steve. “Well, get Nancy to help clear some of the air. She’s a part of this as much as we are.” 

 His face fell at the mention of the girl. Suddenly emotional, he reached over to your lunch, ripping a chunk of pizza off as he chewed on it harshly. “We can’t go to Nancy right now.” 

 Glaring at the now torn off piece, you try and move past his sudden indulging of your lunch. “Well no, I know she’s not here today. But tomorrow..”

 “No, we can’t go to Nancy right now because..she and I are fighting.” 

 “Okay, so make up with her.”

 “It’s not that easy, trouble.” 

 Something was telling you that you’d regret going on with this conversation but your curiosity had a better hold on you than you thought. “Well why the hell not? You guys are practically making out in the hallway these days. Just bring her flowers and make up already.” 

 Steve, having grown more annoyed, leaned towards the table, brows furrowed as he spoke softly. “I can’t just make up with her because she thinks we killed Barb.” 

 Pushing your tray aside, you move to lean close to him. Not wanting to risk anyone hearing the conversation now. “What the hell do you mean? Is this why you were crying the other night?!” you hissed. 

 “I was not crying…but yes. Among other things.”

 “Like what?”

 He looked hesitant at first before he dived into a brief explanation of the night. And you were unfortunately correct on them being off from the start. But you really didn’t expect the last part. “..Apparently, we were never in love, I’m bullshit, and now she’s run off with Jonathan out of town.”

“Shit.” you said, reeling back a bit. The two of you have a bit of a stare down as you try to think of how exactly you were supposed to reply to that. While you had your own problems with Steve. 

 What Nancy was blaming him for was unfair. No one could have figured that Barb would be taken by a demogorgon that night. It was just a party, where stupid teens were supposed to make stupid decisions. How could the blame be on either of them for something that wasn’t even a part of this world?

 “I’m sorry,” reaching out, you placed your hand gingerly on top of his. Feeling the warmth from his palms as his fingers twitched from the contact. “It’s not your fault..I hope you know that.”

 Steve’s lips parted slightly, words being suddenly taken from him as his gaze moved between your hand and your face. Turning the hand over, he gently allowed your fingers to slip into his. Only for a second before he gave a squeeze. “Thanks.”

 Figures that the one time you’re actually having something of a nice moment with Steve it has to do with you comforting him about Nancy. But a small selfish part of you is lingering onto the way his touch feels to you right now. 

 “I know I’m probably the last person you think would suggest this. But maybe we can find a way to figure out where Nancy and Jonathan are. Help figure out what mess they’ve gotten into-”

 “You know Harrington. When I mentioned leaving behind some girls for you, I wouldn’t have expected you go after my girl of all people.” The chair beside you screeches loudly as Billy plops down beside you. The strong scent of his Aramis making you nearly gag as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Steve is quick to drop your hand as he leaned back in his chair, glaring over at Billy.

 “Okay, first off. I am not your girl. Second, what the hell are you on about, Billy?” Pushing his arm off, you turn a bit to face him. Though his tone was playful, you couldn’t help but notice the familiar look of fire behind his eyes. He was upset.

 “Lover boy here is obviously having some relationship problems as we’ve discussed.”

Steve’s brown eyes snapped to you, giving you a questioning look as Billy went on. “I thought I gave him some humbling advice but he clearly ran off with it.” 

 “God, do you ever stop talking?” Steve muttered in disbelief. 

 “No, he lacks the capacity to have any sort of tact.” 

 “Others would say I'm just brutally honest.” Billy interjected, attempting to make a point. But all you and Steve did was scoff in reply. 

 Scooting your chair away from his side, you turned to face him better. Not needing to be plagued by his close scent anymore. “What asinine advice did you give Steve?”

 “Easy, I told him there was plenty of girls–”

 “Not the word I remember hearing.”

 Billy blinked hard, nose flaring before he went on. “That he should move on and find some other bitch to help him forget Wheeler.” The harsh words made your face twist uncomfortably. “And like I mentioned before, I didn’t think he’d do that with you of all people.”

 You couldn’t help but recall the conversation you had with Billy earlier in the hall. His comments about Steve possibly liking you felt so out of pocket. Even now, right before he had come in and invaded your conversation. All you and Steve were doing was talking about how upset he was because of Nancy.

 “Who she talks to is none of your business.” Steve said suddenly. “From what she’s told me, she dumped you last year, leaving you a mess back in California.” 

 “Oh is that what she said?” Billy asked, followed with a dark chuckle that you knew was being led to a worse reaction. “What else do you suddenly know about her?”

 “I know she’s obviously grossed out by you and yet all you’ve done since you’ve gotten here is invade her space, man. It’s like you aren’t getting the hint.” Steve countered, almost leaning across the whole table with how close he got.

 “Really! You of all people are able to grasp hints all of a sudden!”

 “Believe me, I’m not the only one seeing the signs. She’s practically crawling away from you every time you’re by her.”

 “And just how many times are you watching whenever I talk with her? She’s my girlfriend!”

 “She’s not!”

 “ENOUGH!” you yelled, suddenly pushing your chair back. The cafeteria deafens as the students around you notice the drama that's at your table. “I’ve about had it with you two!” 

 Both boys’ jaws dropped as they noticed your sudden anger. It wouldn’t be the first time that either one of them has dealt with your fury and from the way they act it certainly wouldn’t be the last. And while you hated the idea of having an audience, you could not hold back anymore.

 “For the last and final time, Billy. I am NOT your girlfriend. You’re an egotistical man-whore who needs a god damn reality check! Leave me the hell alone!” The blonde nearly paled through his tan complexion as his eyes flickered to those around him. 

 Your gaze turned to Steve, making him nearly jump in his seat as his face almost mirrored the same look from last year when you gave him a piece of your mind. And while the anger wanted to come out, a part of you held back. “We’re not friends.” The words felt heavy when you saw Steve’s face fall. “I don’t need you to defend me and I definitely don’t need you to speak for me.”

 Turning the students around you, you cock your chin out, letting out a calm breath before speaking again. “Shows over, assholes!” And with that the other students quickly diverted their attention back to their meals, not willing to be the next target in your tirade. 

 Grabbing your bag from the table, you quickly gather your tray, and push in your chair. Steve defeatedly holds up the magazine to you, making you swallow at the sight before you snatched it from his hands. 

 The stress of dealing with petty high school drama was beginning to get the best of you. And for the second time in your life, you’re walking away from telling off Steve Harrington. And like last time, it’s left you questioning just how you really felt about him.

a/n: pls be kind. this chapter was such a struggle for me 🥹 

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Raine Whispers and male/adopted son reader

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Summary; You were just a regular bard whose magic came at a young age. Your parents ended up passing away while you were attending Hexside, but since you were on your own you couldn’t keep up your studies at the Bard Cash Course. You’d come late everyday and get terrible grades, constantly fall asleep in classes. So You were forced to drop out as you needed to fund yourself but that was until Raine found you.

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Author’s Note ; The pronouns that have been used for Reader is you/your and he/him ! as usual instead of y/n being used it was [Name] :p This is just a little platonic Raine comfort bc I love them, enjoy ! <3

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It was so overwhelming for you, having to fend for yourself after your parents unfortunately passed away. You were doing so well at Hexside but couldn’t keep up your studies anymore so you had to tell Principal Bump that you had to drop out, now all you had to do was to do street music so you can keep a roof over your head. It was until you started getting in trouble for playing street music and as you got slightly older, you needed to join a coven. You didn’t feel as if you deserved to join a coven since you weren’t very powerful, but even though you needed to join one, you ended up not joining one since the money to keep your parents home was still needed. So for a long time to get money, you were on the run, doing illegal performances..since you didn’t have a permit.

At least [Name] isn’t as wanted as the so-called ‘Owl Lady!’ yet..All he wanted to do was peacefully play songs. [Name] tried his best not to release the magic of the bard but sometimes he just couldn’t keep it in and stuff and people started to move! It was only a matter of time before you were kicked out of your parent’s home. So here he was, a hungry child with no hope left for the world, he barely knew his family there was barely any time before his parents passed on. [Name] hurried through Bonesborough as he was being chased down by some guards. Currently [Name] isn’t as strong anymore from being scarce on his food supply. However, he'll makedo lost time, trying to pickpocket and steal..! Finally [Name] lost the guards eventually.., before he started to hear a peaceful tune coming from the city and some witches without covens were running free from the guards trying to force the witches into the covens. He got out his violin to help with the distraction but by the time he finally got out of hiding the guards were already gone. The person [Name] stared directly at him, fear overcame him once more so he was prepared to fight before [Name] knew it, he was being dragged away but it wasn’t by a guard it was by the person he was about to fight.

The two finally stopped [Name], scared, started kicking to get away but hear, “Hey Calm down..,you're safe here.” the voice said. The Voice was calming, had its own shade of nervousness, it somehow calmed [Name] nerves down. He stopped kicking and was put down, “Mind telling me your name? And where is your place of residence?” the person said, are they trying to sound professional? Should [Name] say he’s still living with someone or at least somewhere..? no it would be too obvious he isn’t living anywhere, might as well tell the truth.. “It’s..[Name], and,..I don’t live anywhere right now.” You sighed, admitting the truth no all of a sudden, you looked sad. “Hey it’s okay,” they said while looking at you. “The name’s Raine Whispers.” They introduced themselves as their calming-sounding voice was soothing to you, “You can stay with me for awhile, if you would like.” Raine offered before all the emotions just broke free from [Name] as he hugged them. “I’d assume that's a..yes?” They joked but still sounded slightly nervous.

You grew closer to Raine overtime, actually having a home to go and come to. You also had more friends or just friends to hang out with when Raine had to do their coven duties as head witch. BATT was honestly fun to hand around but times could come when the members of it would get on [Name]’s nerves. Raine felt honestly the same around the little bard they took in, “Hey, Little Songbird..” they addressed you with a nickname before handing over adoption papers, “Wanna make it official?” They asked [Name]. He nodded his head with a quick “yes ! :)” a smile launched on his face. “Then I guess I’m your parent now, ‘both king and queen,’ you know..’best of both worlds.’” Raine said, patting [Name]’s head, while he knew full well that Raine was quoting someone.

“C’mon ‘Little Songbird’ what do you want to do?” They teased [Name] with the nickname again.

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"Hey Sweetheart" part 4

This is based on the 'Hey Sweetheart' universe and this request :)

The Sinclair brothers x F!child!reader (platonic)

I'm skipping alot of time between these parts because I think it will be easier to write about someone who is closer to my age! But If you send me requests with a "flashback" or a "timeskip" then I will still write them!

IN PART 1 AND 2 READER WAS COUPLE OF MONTHS OLD, IN PART 3 SHE WAS A LITTLE OVER 1 YEAR OLD, IN THIS SHE'S 2 AND HALF YEARS OLD!

Warning: yelling, cursing, kidnapping, slashers, death, reader is a minor (from between a baby and a teenager), orphan child, use of Y/N (tell me of any else)

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*again a timeskip*

Lester called Bo later that evening, telling him about a group of tourists, two cars, young adults. Many people but nothing that the brothers hadn't taken care of before... They just need to be separated and surprised...

But, Bo and Vincent had a daughter to take care of, so Bo told his younger brother, Lester, to stay in town to help them and to look after their child.

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Bo saw his brothers car drive to the town, behind him a car following. The victims had arrived, or at least a part of them. Bo turned from the window, to look at his twin on the floor, playing with their daughter.

Even tho Vincent had claimed the girl at first, Bo fell in love with her and wouldn't let anything or anyone hurt her. Now this large group, was a threat for her. Bo knew that all the three brothers would be needed, that meaning Y/N needs to be left alone... He didn't want to do that, but there wasn't any options. She needed to be safe, hidden away from threat and protected by them.

Bo walked to his daughter and crouched down, next to her. He admired her little drawing, touching her head and complimenting her.

"Hey honey, that's beautiful. Dads gotta go to work now..." He looked down at his daughter and pat her hair. She nodded her head, still focused to drawing. Bo looked at his brother, sitting next to them, they made eye contact. Both of them knew what they needed to do, nodding, they prepared to make sure their little girl was safe.

Bo picked the girl up into his arms, ignoring her protests, and making his way upstairs to her room. Vincent went to the kitchen to get her a water bottle and snacks. She might have to stay there for awhile... Vincent took her favorite toys and the food to upstairs, following Bo. They made it to Y/N's room, sitting her fussing figure down on the bed.

Bo got down on one knee in front of her. "Sweetheart, I need for you to listen to me..."

Getting his young daughters attention, he continued.

"Dad and I need to go to work... Okay? That means you'll be alone... Well leave you some water and food, but the door will be locked, so you'll be safe... I need you to be a good girl and stay here. Okay?" Bo asked sternly but carefully.

"Why do you need to go...? I don't want to be alone..." Y/N asked uncertain. Bo's daughter had amazing patience for a toddler, but he wouldn't be surprised if these news made her shed tears.

Bo looked sadly at his daughter and turned his head to nod at his brother, a signal for him to go on ahead of him.

Y/N watched longingly to her leaving father before returning her gaze to the man in front of her.

"Baby, I need for you to be a good girl, to be on your best behavior, because we will not be here and you need to stay here, safe.." Bo said to the girl sitting in front of him, on her bed, looking at her feet with a sadness in her eyes.

Bo put his arms around her, hugging her. "Hey, hey, hey, it's alright. We'll be right back, here with you. Okay baby?" Bo breaks away from the hug, keeping his arms on her but looking for her gaze.

Y/N lifts her to look at her father, Bo cuddles her cheek with his hand and kisses her forehead. Keeping his face in her hair for a moment, thinking over this decision, but still moves his face away, ready to go help his brothers.

"I love you baby, so much" he tells her with a sweet smile.

"I love you too daddy..." she answers in a whisper.

Bo nods, getting up towards the door. He looks back at her, for the last time, before he turns around, getting out of the room and locking the door from the outside.

Bo hesitated for a moment, he wants to stay, to protect his daughter here. But he continues his way downstairs anyways. Bo puts on a stern face, getting into character. He needed to focus, in order to protect his daughter.

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Their actions hadn't... exactly gone as planned.

The night had fallen, making coordination in the town harder for the tourists due to the darkness. But that didn't mean that the Sinclairs had the advantage. When Vincent had attacked the separated group of people, in the House Of Wax, one of the victims had ran away, slipped through his fingers...

Now Bo was in search for this punk, praying that he hadn't found his way up to the house. Vincent made sure that the House Of Wax was filled with nothing but death, while Lester helped Bo with the search.

In the night, sound carried more easily, and that is how Bo became aware of the escaping victims location. The sound of a breaking a window alerted the searching brothers... That fuckin tourist had found their home... Their girl... Bo and Lester quickly picked up speed to a run, closing in on the driveway on the hill.

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Y/N had fallen in to a light sleep, on her bed, until she was startled to awake by a loud sound from the downstairs.

In the dark room, alone she was scared, longing for her dad's. Y/N turned on the side table light, looking around her room in confusion but a sound of steps towards her room made her focus. She hoped for the return of her fathers, she had a boring night, alone in her room, but now finally she heard something.

The sound of light and uncertain steps made their way along the hallway. Y/N got up from her bed, walking to her room door.

She rattled the nob, until she realized that it had been locked from the outside. Her actions caught the wanderers attention, making their movements come to a quick stop.

"Open!" She yelled in a whine to whoever was outside, in hopes of finally getting out.

In a fast action the person outside was now trying to knock down the door, telling her to stay calm and that he was getting them out of there. His words made her backup in confusion. This wasn't her father...

The fear of a stranger trying to get to her, shot through her body. Y/N froze in her steps, looking at the door that is going to be knocked down any moment now...

She picked up the sound of a door slamming open downstairs. Unfortunately at the same time, the stranger had gotten through...

His gaze found her, and he walked to her fast, picking her up into his arms... She was so confused, this wasn't one of her fathers or her uncle... He murmured her comforting things as she was in distress somehow...

The mans expression turned to fear as the noise from downstairs, made it's way towards them. She hoped to God that this was her father. The footsteps fastened, and the man searched for a escape, with her in his arms.

Her holder rapidly went through the hallway, looking for a way out.

They came to the end of the hallway, she looked over the mans shoulder, seeing her dad coming for them.

"You fucker... Give her back!" Her father yelled to the man, alerting the younger brother to make his way over to them.

Lester quickly found his way next to Bo, seeing the same thing as him. A escapee holding Y/N tightly to his chest...

"Y-You sick fucks... You're keeping a child here?! Don't you dare to hurt her!" The man yelled towards the brothers, in the other end of the hallway.

"GIVE HER BACK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Bo yelled with rage.

The startled girl, became to weep.

"DADDY!" She yelled in fear, reaching towards her dad, with tears running down her face.

Bo didn't know what to do... His daughter was in danger, yelling for him.

Unfortunately the man came to a conclusion... This was their daughter in his arms... He had the advantage...

"LET ME GO OR I'LL KILL HER!"

(its late and I promised to post today, so unfortunatly I had to stop this to a cliffhanger. PLEASE SEND REQUESTS AND SUGGESTIONS!!)

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[cringe--is--dead]

He Sees You When You're Sleeping

For once in what felt like forever the house was quiet, it was calm. You, Trunks, and Goten were in the living room, your brother and Goten quiet as they concentrated on untangling the strings of lights. Your mother had given it to you as a task, but once she left to make hot chocolate, you quickly planted the lights in Trunks’ lap, opting to organize the tree ornaments.

“This is stupid,” He was mumbling to himself, and it took all your strength not to laugh at his apparent struggles. Instead, you covered your snort with a cough, though judging from his side glare, it was safe to say he still got the message. 

“You’re doing great guys,” You encouraged them, smiling as he poked his tongue out aggressively at you, before his concentration shifted as he and Goten started to make a breakthrough.

You could hear your mom and grandmother in the kitchen, soft music playing through one of your mother’s homemade speakers. You had just gotten into a nice rhythm of organizing when your father walked in, sweaty as he was leaving the gravity chamber, and he paused in the doorway, eyeing the two of you curiously.

“What on earth are the pair of you doing?”

“Getting ready to decorate the Christmas tree,” You replied cheerfully, holding up some ornaments to emphasize your point.

Trunks nor Goten were paying attention, too focused on making sure they didn’t re-tangle the previously tangled knot of lights. Your father looked unamused as the two hurried to start wrapping the lights around the tree.

“You earthlings and your holidays. You all seem to just enjoy excuses to receive material items.”

You couldn’t fully argue with him there, opting to shrug as the boys worked on reaching the top of the tree. They moved a bit too quickly, and there would be gaps in the lights, but it was endearing to see them so excited about this.

“Do you wanna help us, dad?” Trunks landed with a proud look on his face, Goten landing next to him, excited as he rushed to grab an ornament from you.

Your father scoffed, “No.”

Trunks rolled his eyes, souring at your father's answer. “This is why Santa doesn’t bring you presents, dad. You’re like Scrouge.”

“You mean Scrooge?” Goten looked puzzled at the jab, and Trunks paused, embarrassed at being corrected.

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“Who is this… Santa? And why would he bring presents?”

The three of you looked at him, mixtures of confusion, bafflement, and amusement.

“You don’t know who Santa is?” Goten spoke first, eyes impossibly wide.

Your father merely tsk’ed, already annoyed with the topic at hand. You were astonished, to say the least. How had your father been on earth as long as he had and hadn’t learned who Santa was? You didn’t expect him to necessarily believe, but at least know of him. 

“He’s Santa Claus,” You started to explain, knowing full well both Trunks and Goten still believed in him, courtesy of your mother and mother-in-law, “He uh, he watches the kids of the world. If they’re nice he brings them presents on Christmas.”

“If we’re naughty we get coal!” 

Trunks laughed, “Yeah dad! You gotta help us or else you’ll get coal for Christmas.”

Your father remained quiet, though his gaze didn’t move from you. You could feel a bead of sweat forming on your scalp— why were you getting the infamous Vegeta stare-down? Trunks was the one goading him. 

“There’s an earthling that just… watches the children of this planet, and judges them?”

“Well I mean,” He sounded dangerous, and you were floundering with your words, wishing your mother was here to explain better than you could, “Yeah?”

“Not just kids,” Trunks started to butt in, and as much as you loved your younger brother, he needed to keep his mouth shut, “He still brings (Y/N) gifts!”

“He watches you as well?”

“Well. I suppose? It’s just like— it’s what he does. He—”

“It’s like the song!” Goten supplied cheerfully, “He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake, he knows if you’ve been bad or good—”

“Thank you, Goten,” You cut him off with a smile, “You— I think my dad gets the point.”

In the kitchen, Bulma and Pancy were talking, hushed voices discussing the gifts that they had gotten, what had yet to be bought, and what plans they had coming up. Bulma was excited, holidays were always a special thing, even when she was younger. As she’s gotten older, she’s had more people to celebrate with. Going from her, her sister, and her parents, to the large family she’s created has been a gift in itself.

She was finishing up adding little toppings to the hot chocolate when you came into the kitchen, almost crashing through the doorway, panic evident on your face.

Pancy coo’ed, “What’s wrong dear?”

“Uh— mom I think you need to diffuse dad.”

“What happened?” She sounded more annoyed than afraid, knowing whatever it was that set her husband off could boil down to something as simple as Goten making a comment about his father. 

“He learned who Santa is,” You stood up, wringing your hands together nervously, and Bulma placed the tray of hot chocolate down, “And he is not exactly too happy about the idea of a strange man stalking his kids.”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, before motioning for you to walk. The pair of you made your way into the living room, Panchy offering to finish the drinks for when the events were over. In the living room, Trunks and Goten looked more panicked than you had, trying to calm Vegeta down. 

“Vegeta— what is going on?” Your mother’s voice was loud and demanding, and Vegeta turned to her quickly.

“You mean to tell me you have been aware of a grown man stalking the earth’s children all year, and then deciding to play judge, jury, and executioner during the Christmas holiday?”

Oh, you hadn’t been kidding.

“Well,” When he puts it like that it does sound a bit creepy, “Didn’t you celebrate holidays on your planet?”

“We celebrated births, wars, conquers, and deaths. But we didn’t have our children being watched by some fat creep throughout the year!” He turned gold quickly, the blast of his energy knocking over the tree.

You watched it with a sad expression— at least you hadn’t placed any ornaments on it yet. Nothing was shattered or broken. 

“Vegeta,” Your mom sighed, “It’s not like how you’re thinking—”

“If he just watches children, tell me, why does (Y/N) get gifts? She’s an adult— you mean to tell me he watches her as well?”

You closed your eyes, burying your face into your hands to muffle your groan. Why hadn’t your mother told him about Santa years ago? This day would have been peaceful.

“She’s still young enough to get gifts from Santa.”

“So he still watches her, does he?”

Bulma cocked a hip, eyeing him with curiosity and annoyance, “I— yes?”

“She is a married woman,” He all but growled that out, still sore that his eldest had married Goku’s oldest, “And he lays his eyes on her in the privacy of her own home.”

“Okay, dad—”

“That is not what he does—”

“What is he talking about?” Trunks turned to Goten, watching as the energy of his mom and older sister shifted from annoyance to embarrassment.

Goten merely shrugged in response, “Your dad’s not going to go kill Santa, is he?”

“He’s not in the North Pole right now,” Trunks shook his head, arms crossed as he answered like this was the most obvious thing in the world, “He could be at any of the malls around the world visiting kids. He can’t waste time searching for him.”

“Oh, he visits malls now does he?” Vegeta turned his gaze to the two of them.

“Yeah, we went to see him last week,” Trunks answered, pointing to the mantle piece where your mom had printed out the picture of the two of you with Santa.

Your mom had insisted the pair of you wear matching red and white outfits, and though they were itchy, the trip to visit Santa had been fun, refreshing almost. However, with the way your father’s mind was rearing, seeing a photo of his children, one perched on Santa’s lap, the other leaning against his side, was enough to seal the deal: he had to kill Santa.

“I told him what I wanted for Christmas, he even knows our names!” Trunks looked so proud, Santa had in fact told him he’d been a good boy that year.

“Trunks!” You couldn’t help but hiss his name at him, and he looked confused as to why you were scolding him.

“Okay, Vegeta,” Your mom pinched the bridge of her nose, “Calm down.”

“I will not calm down,” He seethed, “This man holds too much power, and to hold it over our children? I will not allow such a thing.”

“Dad,” You sighed, “It’s a normal thing! Christmas is a widely celebrated holiday, Santa visits all those who celebrate it and—”

“So he’ll be visiting our home then, correct?”

“Yes, but—”

“Good,” Thankfully, he powered down, his energy decreasing, blonde fading the black, “I shall wait for him then.”

“Oh boy,” Your mother sighed.

“When he enters our home, which as I’ve learned is considered breaking and entering, I shall challenge him. Any man able to travel the entire planet in one night must contain an immense level of power.”

“Oh my,” You turned towards your mother, exasperated, “Mom!”

“Vegeta,” She pats you on the back, “I need to talk to you. In the kitchen.” Your father scoffed, arms crossing over his chest, but he moved to walk to the kitchen nonetheless, “You three— clean this up.”

“We didn’t make the mess,” Trunks whined, but Goten moved to prop up the tree and defeated, Trunks helped him.

Your parents left for the kitchen, hopefully, your mother would explain to him that Santa was in the face, not real, so there was no immortal man stalking the children of the world. You cringed a bit— it does sound a bit creepy when explained like that.

A knock echoed from the door, and a moment later Gohan was walking in, a large smile on his face. It faded when he saw the boys struggling with the tree and the stressed look on your face.

“What happened?” He stepped forward almost cautiously, moving to wrap his arms around you, “I thought you all were just tree decorating?”

“Dad learned who Santa was today,” Your voice was muffled from where you had buried your face in his shirt.

“Oh,” He nodded in understanding, “I assume he didn’t like the idea of him?”

“He’s gonna try and fight Santa when he comes to deliver our presents,” Trunks supplied from where he was in the air, trying to help Goten steady the tree once more.

“Oh?”

Goten looked over at his big brother, “Do you think Mr. Vegeta’s gonna try and kill Santa?”

“If he does I hope I’m still on the good list,” Trunks looked stressed, “I’m not the one trying to kill him.”

Gohan laughed, “Relax buddy, your dad’s not going to kill Santa.”

“Our dad really likes Santa,” Goten floated over to you, and though you had grown more than used to the group of Saiyans using their powers around you, having Goten or Trunks fly up to be eye level with you was always funny, “He didn’t know who Santa was when he came back from the dead! Mom had to tell him, and when he first met him dad was really excited!”

“Oh yeah?” You side-eyed your husband who snorted, “Yeah. Guess it makes sense that Vegeta didn’t know about Santa, but it was surprising with dad.”

From the kitchen, a very loud, “What?” echoed throughout the house, and you had a hunch that, if your dad didn’t like the idea of Santa, he liked the realization of being fooled even less.

“I think it would have been easier to let him fight one of the mall Santas,” You muttered to Gohan, watching as Goten and Trunks plugged the lights in, marveling at their own handy work.

“Don’t say that,” He looked amused despite the worry in his voice, “Can you imagine that poor worker?”

You laughed, it proved to make a funny sight. Though you knew the poor minimum wage worker wouldn’t stand a chance against your father. Family Christmas fighting the law doesn’t sound like a good way to end the year. 

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[hymn-of-muse]

You can stay

A Master Joris + Adopted Child!Sadida!Reader. requested by anon!

using they/them for reader by default, Y/N = your name

Dust begins to settle as the commotion comes to an end. Much of the land, a huge part of the Sadida forrest, was damaged during Nox's attack on the tree.

Many of the people of the kingdom were injured, some even lost in the damage. Some of whom were parents even.

Joris let out a solom sigh as he looked about, checking around places in the forest that were damaged to see if anyone needed help, when he heard a noise that made him pause and listen.

Joris strained his ears to listen for it again. in the quiet of the once lively part of the forest there was a distant voice, a cry. weeping. sad calling and wailing that made his heart drop as his feet quickly took him closer to the source of the sound.

There, at the edge of the ruined forest, sitting by a group of dead tree stumps, a small Sadida child weeping and calling out for their parents between sobs.

He stepped a bit closer, slowly as to not startle them, and called out. "Hey there, little one" Once they lifted their head from their hands and stared at him through watery eyes he extended his hand out to them. "You'll be alright. Do you want to come with me? Maybe we can find your folks, okay?" He spoke softly, offering a small, sweet smile in attepmt to comfort.

The child whimpered, rubbing some more tears away before nodding and taking his hand, letting him pull them to their feet and lead them further into the lush part of the forest and to the heart of the Sadida kingdom where more people were staying after the attack.

"I promise you'll be okay, little one. Do you have a name?" he asked, their hand still firmly in his own.

The child was quiet, giving the softest verbal response despite their voice cracking as they tried to keep from crying more, still in the process of calming down. "Y/N..."

"Y/N...I like it, sounds just as special as you." He offered another smile, earning a small thankful one from the child in return.

Soon they arrived at a small station where people who've lost their homes in the attack where staying until things got sorted out. he had y/n stay seated while he went to talk to someone about finding their parents, but he'd soon find out how difficult that would be.

"what do you mean you dont know? there's plenty of people here, surely someone knows something. they have to be here, or somewhere in the forest, we cant just leave the kid here without their parents!" Joris huffed as he discussed the situation with an older Sadida woman.

"I'm sorry, Master Joris, thats just it. Theres so many here and so many unaccounted for that we cant keep track like that. we'll see what we can do but it might take a while, at least a day or so before we can find anything out about their parents." The woman explained with a sympathetic expression.

"What do we do with them in the meantime?" Joris sighed, crossing his arms and glancing back at y/n.

"well...they could stay with you." The woman offered.

"me? what, why?"

"er-it would just be until we find their parents, i mean, you do seem fairly good with kids and have already taking a liking to each other, they'd probably feel safe with you too." She offered, a kind smile spreading across her face.

"hmm...i guess you have a point, but just until this is all figured out." Joris stated, a bit hesitant but willing to give it a shot.

"We'll have someone alert you as soon as we have some news." The woman said before turning to tend to someone else's issues.

Joris walked back to the kid, running through his mind how he'd bring this up and explain without worrying the kid anymore than they already are.

"Hey kid, how are you holding up." He asked, taking a seat next to them.

"okay...did the lady say where my mommy and daddy are? are they here?" y/n asked, looking at Joris with hope in their eyes. it just about was enough to wrench his heart out.

"we still dont know yet, but she did say you could stay with me till we find them, would that be okay with you?" he asked, hoping this didnt make things hurt worse for them.

y/n's face fell at the first half but listed back up a tad bit at the later. The idea of staying with him seemed to be a good idea and bring a sense of safety, just like the woman had said.

y/n nodded in agreement. "thats okay!" they stated, sounding almost eager towards the idea before suddenly leaning into joris and giving him a big hug.

"alright then, guess you'll be with me for a bit" Joris nodded, lightly patting their back.

a few days passed by, Joris hadn't yet gotten any news or updates of the situation about the kid's family and he was beginning to adjust to having them around like a second shadow.

He was sitting with them at the table when a knock came at the door. "one minute, little one, i'll be back after answering that" Joris excused himself and got up to answer the door.

"Yes?" He opened the door to see someone from the shelter giving a nervous smile on the other side of the door.

"um..Master Joris, I bring some news...*unfortunate* news, I'm afraid." They said hesitantly.

Joris stepped outside, closing the door behind him and looking up to them when he crossed his arms. "I'm guessing you haven't found their parents yet?"

"well...we did, sort of...but thats just it, what i came to tell you. they were found but, theyre..not among us anymore." They continued to speak nervously, pausing between some words as they attempted to explain.

Joris very quickly understood the implications of this news and it felt like his heart was being held my sharp claws and in his throat. "i...i see...so then what about Y/N? what happens to them?"

"they dont have any family left, theres no one else they could stay with..." they stated sadly.

"yes but-...no one else? are you suggesting they stay with me longer?" Joris rose an eyebrow

"Yes, permanently in fact. things between you seemed to have been going well for the past few days, theyre safe with you and they do seem to really like you." they pointed out "we all agreed it was the best idea"

"i...youre saying i should take them in...?" Joris rose an eyebrow, doing his best to process this.

"Adopt them, yes. youre the best choice, clearly, theres not much else that can be done either." they admitted.

"...adopt? me? ....i..." he sighed "i'll have to have quite the talk with them." Joris mumbled.

"It'll be worth it for you both" they smiled thankfully before walking off.

Joris went back inside and back to the table where he'd previously been sitting with y/n.

"who was that?" y/n asked, tilting their head slightly in curiousity.

"that was...someone from the shelter bringing news." he answered, trying hard to think up a quick few lines to better phrase the news for the kid.

"did they find mommy and daddy?" they asked, once again the hopeful look in their eyes returning.

Joris hesitated some more when they asked, eyes shifting about before landing back on y/n as he came up with what to say.

[author lost motivation to complete the story, many apologies.]

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[xyvyl]

𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 | Modern Family x teen! M! reader

Summary: Spending time with your family can be fun, I swear.

A/N: Starts in season one, Cameron and Mitchell have already adopted Lily. Does not follow the events completely. Want to be notified when a new chapter comes out? Let me know by replying to this, or any, chapter and I'll add you to the taglist!

Bit of a shorter chapter, but I wanted to get this out so y'all would have something to read.

Word count: 375

Warnings: None

Pronouns used: he/they

Type: Part two

Prologue | Part one | Part three

MasterLink

F/F= Favorite food

F/C= Favorite color

F/S= Favorite show

L/S= Least favorite show

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I didn't like the silence one bit.

But then they all started talking over each other, I was hearing things like, "Nice to meet you!" "How old are you?" And more, until Mitchell shut them all up got some order.

"How about we introduce ourselves one by one?" Jay proposed, to which everyone agreed.

"Hi, I'm Manny. Gloria's son." A smaller kid introduced himself. "Nice to meet you" "Likewise." He seemed pretty chill, maybe a bit to mature for his age though.

"I'm Luke, your new cousin." A brunette kid stood in front of me. "And I'm Phil Dunphy, Luke's dad." A man now stood next to Luke.

"Alex." A brunette with glasses came forwards and shook my hand, "Nice to meet you. Also don't mind Haley, she gushes over almost every guy she meets."

"And I already met, Claire, Haley, Jay and Gloria." I pointed at each of them one by one.

Okay, so after the VERY awkward introductions we had some food and played some games (Jay wasn’t a big fan of Monopoly)

"I'm gonna get something to drink, does anyone else want something?" Phil asked around, "I'll come with, I'm quite thirsty too." I called out, following Phil into the kitchen.

"So, how's living with Mitchell and Cam?" Phil asked me to start a conversation with me.

"It's been good so far." I filled my glass with something, I didn't really look at the label.

"So, what do you like? You haven't really told us about yourself." Phil asked me, "I like F/F, uhm, F/C and I enjoy watching F/S." Phil looked surprised, "I didn't take you one for F/S, more like a L/S kind of person." I pulled a disgusted face at that, "No way, I hate that show."

After a some silence, I proposed we go back to the living room.

"Hey." Cam whispered to me when I sat down next to him, "Hi" I smiled at him.

After playing some games and eating some food, it was time to go home. Until Cam suggested something, "How about the kids spent some time together? It would be good for them to bond and get to know each other." Everyone agreed and so the kids stayed at Jay and Gloria's house.

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