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Bokuto x Akaashi's Sister! Reader The Fukurodani gym was bursting with energy and sweat. Players flew by you while practicing various skills. Currently there was a rotation going on with people receiving, spiking and setting. Your setter brother was finishing a test at the moment thus explaining his absence. "YEAH!" shouted an owl-like spiker catching your attention and fury. You saw him and were seething. Four freaking hours! That's how long you waited for him! What was he doing the whole time you waited at the airport? Volleyball! Of course!  Volleyball was important, but practice wasn't that long and he had promised to come and get

Prompt: It’s your graduation day and the boys can’t make it. Warnings: None You were a proud Winchester. You had the looks, (Luckily) The smarts, and the attitude. You decided to stay in school instead of making hunting your living. You had average grades, But with the help of Sam, You managed to be able to bring those grades up. You all had moved numerous times before you were able to pass a grade, But you all made it work and made sure you were comfortable in your new environment. It was your day. The day you’ve been waiting for. The day you worked so hard to get to. Your graduation day. Sure, It seems dumb for some and

Bokuto x Akaashi's Sister! Reader The Fukurodani gym was bursting with energy and sweat. Players flew by you while practicing various skills. Currently there was a rotation going on with people receiving, spiking and setting. Your setter brother was finishing a test at the moment thus explaining his absence. "YEAH!" shouted an owl-like spiker catching your attention and fury. You saw him and were seething. Four freaking hours! That's how long you waited for him! What was he doing the whole time you waited at the airport? Volleyball! Of course!  Volleyball was important, but practice wasn't that long and he had promised to come and get

“I don’t understand. Why am I the one being offered a deal?” (Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat as she looked between her lawyer and Aizawa’s. Her grip on the plush caterpillar in her embrace grew a little firmer. “Hear them out.” Her lawyer suggested with a sympathetic smile. “Ms. (Y/N) from what we understand you and Shota Aizawa were dating before your supposed kidnapping. The more I reviewed this case the more I couldn’t help but think no jury would buy it.” “Oh…and why is that?” “Well to start you and Aizawa had been in a steady relationship for 3 years

"We never get any work out here, Bree.." You wipe your forehead with a grubby rag as you complain to your fellow mechanic, and friend, Breeuna. You both decided to start a mechanic shop out in the middle of absolute nowhere, which was sort of smart considering some people got flat tires, but it was stupid because no one really comes out here. "We'll get some work eventually. Someone has to get a flat tire eventually, right?" Bree rolls from under the current car she's working on to give you a smile, her face smudged with grease. You hand her your rag. "Yeah, right.. Oh, hey, we're out of bolts and we need a new Phillips head." You write up

You hugged yourself tightly, trying to generate some heat as you rubbed your hands up and down your upper arms. Your sweater scratched against your (s/c) skin, the friction sparking some heat against your cold frame as you quickly walked down the halls of Hogwarts. You were returning from the Great Hall after barely touching your food, and walking the halls was always the part that you hated. There was never a grey area when it came to the temperature of the castle that was Hogwarts. You felt as though you would get hypothermia when you so much as stepped out of a classroom in the colder months, and the warmer days made you feel as if you wer

Key: (y/n) – Your name (n/n) – Nickname (f/d) – Favorite drink “Jeff, where do babies come from?”     Said man turned away from the TV that was currently playing some horror movie and stared at the little girl seated next to him. She stared innocently up at him, batting her lashes and making puppy eyes with her green orbs. Jeff rubbed the back of his neck while you grinned at him from across the room where you were sitting in a chair. “Uh, Sally, where did this question come from…?” He was a little afraid to find the answer to that. “I saw a movie and there was a lady with a big belly

Kasanoda tenses as he reaches for the door to the host club. Even after visiting Haruhi there several times over, he can’t seem to get used to the feeling. If it wasn’t for the fact that nobody else knew that Haruhi is a girl, he wouldn’t feel so nervous about going to see her. All of the female students stare at him so intently that it’s like being completely exposed. Above all else, that was the worst part. With a steadying breath come and passed, he walks in and heads straight for where Haruhi sits waiting for him on the sofa. She smiles upon seeing him. “Hey, Kasanoda. How’ve you been? It must be a we

Fear wasn’t present when she fought the titans. (y/n) would go into battle with no fear in her eyes as she expertly sliced at the back of their necks, ending their unneeded existence. She looked almost like an angel of death when in battle. Her (long/short) (h/c) hair flew behind her like beautiful ribbons, her (e/c) eyes focused and shining, her petite figure easily maneuvered and flew through the air, rivaling even Sasha’s talent on the 3D maneuver gear. She was so gifted, she was titled humanity’s second hope. But that wasn’t the only thing that was special about her. When not in the battlefield, (y/n) was the shyes

Three-year-old Olivia was sitting on the floor in front of the television, watching her favorite movie. She'd been exposed to the movie with Mommy a few weeks ago, but ever since it was the only thing she'd even think about watching. Daddy would never watch it with her, and Mommy got tired of the damn thing after ten straight viewings. Olivia giggled as Dory and Marlin bumped into each other, which was at the same time Daddy came stomping through the door, nearly growling as he stomped the extra snow off of his boots. He kicked them off and removed his hat and jacket, leaving his red flannel and black wool socks on. Olivia's eyes never glanc

#1.) Wreckers don't call for back up, they call for clean up. #2.)It takes a special brand of Bot to be a Wrecker. Not just anyone has what it takes. #3.) Roster calls are pointless. #4.) If you leave a Wrecker behind, you better go back and get him. #5.) The motto is Wreck and Rule. Not Roll out, not Wreck it Ralph. Get it right. #6.) Explosions and Wheeljack don't mix. #7.) When in doubt, shooting it usually works. #8.) Bulkhead should NEVER be allowed to learn Circuit-Su less we repeat flattening an officer. #9.) If still in doubt, shoot it again or poke it with a stick. #10.) Top Spin and Twin-Twist are the other pair of terror t

   "This is a violation of privacy, Sherlock!" the blond ex-soldier bellowed towards his taller companion.   "Hum, my brother knows no thing about that," the detective stated while he adjusted his coat collar.   "Are you really going to waltz into her home!"   "Correction, John. We are really going to waltz into her home."   John Watson sighed out of exasperation and the audacity of his flatmate. This was a very good example of not having interesting cases in a course of two days. Two days. Sherlock found out about his older brother's girlfriend out of boredom.   Mycroft obviously kept it a secret from everybody because he might hav

It was during one of your visits over summer break when he popped the question. “Hey, will you come to Tokyo with me?” Sousuke, a member of Samezuka Academy’s swim team, asked you. The two of you sat next to each other on the bottom bunk of his dorm while his redhead of a roommate was out. “Huh?” Was the answer he received as you cocked your head to the side. “My parents…wanted me to visit them.”  He forced out while his teal eyes darted around the room, focusing anywhere but on your (e/c) ones. Sousuke was uncertain and the swimmer you knew never doubted himself. So when he bit his bottom

You’ve noticed this for the past few days and it was honestly making you nervous. “Why does Mikoto-san keep staring at me?” You whispered to Anna and Yata, the same aged boy who had grown used to your presence, blinking in surprise while a small smile painted Anna’s lips, her knowing the reason why. Glancing back to see if he was still gazing at you, your coloured orbs ended up making contact with his sharp pair and your heart stuttered, a dark blush covering your cheeks. Quickly breaking the contact, you placed your head in your folded arms and groaned, loud enough for your two friends to only hear. Yata glanced bet

“You’re fine, Kid,” you muttered for seemingly the millionth time that day. You never were quite sure why you bothered saying that to the young Reaper. Despite your quiet words, he continued his morning ritual of checking and fixing literally everything within his home. You knew well it never eased his anxiety, and it pained you to see him this way. It may have caused those around him to mock his condition, even grow angry with him. But, just as physical illness should be treated with respect, so should a disorder of the mind. Especially one that triggered so much apprehension... But, you figured it was still enough to sh

Dress Dilemma (Grell x Reader x Sebastian) (Follow me on Wattpad for future stories! https://www.wattpad.com/user/Cuddlyrawrbear) “No, no, no!” Grell protested.  He placed his hands on his hips and tipped his chin in a derogatory manner.  “It’s too boring!” Sebastian sighed quietly and shook his head.  He held your clothes folded over his arm like a towel.  They were now perfect squares of material.  “Black is flattering on any lady.” “But red is so passionate!  So bright and sexy on a woman!” Grell exclaimed dramatically, placing the splayed fingers of his left hand over his heart wit

“Onii-chan! Guess what?” You grinned at him as you pounced on his bed. “What?” Rin sighed, rubbing his forehead with his fingers exasperated. He hadn’t expected you to visit today, but you had come anyway. He also didn’t want you to get too comfy in his dorm whilst Sousuke was still in the shower. “I got a job!” You giggled and his jaw practically fell open. You, job? No. “As in a proper job or helping with the Iwatobi boys with Gou?” You scolded him for sneering about your little sister, besides, at least she wasn’t grumpy all the time. “A proper job earning money.&#

Your eyes slowly flutter to life, and you quickly slip them shut. Seeking for sleep to overtake your body once again. A frustrated breath pushes past your lips when you can't drift back to sleep. Thinking a change of position might help, you turn over on your side. Squeezing your eyes shut and relaxing your breathing. As you wait for the sleep to come, it feels like hours have gone by when in reality it's only been about five minutes. "Argh I can't sleep!" You suddenly exclaim into the darkness of your dorm room. Your legs flailing around your bed in all your frustration. You slowly sit up and remove your blankets from your body. "Maybe

WARNING: Sexual references “Come on Reid, can’t I go swimming?” You whined to the male in front of you, who was blocking the door to the pool. “No, __y/n__, it’s not safe.” Reid replied hastily. “Please? I haven’t been swimming in ages, and I’ll just go for a few minutes. Besides, I have you to protect me.” You said, a light blush dusting your cheeks. You saw Reid flush slightly and took that opportunity to bolt past him and run out the door. You pulled off your robe and hopped into the pool. “__y/n__!” Reid called sternly. “If you want me to come out you&rsquo

Jushiro Ukitake. The friendliest person in the whole seireitei, the academy that Genyrusai Yammamoto created boomed with students that were soon to be soul reapers. A wavy haired, laid back student rubbed the back of his head in confusion at his female friend. "Just tell him how you feel, it's not that hard (name)-chan." "Not that hard? It is hard! I don't know what to say or how to speak to him." The student buried her head on her desk as she confined in her easy-going friend. Although Shunsui did try his best to help his friend, all she needed to do is break the ice. "Look, whenever Ukitake speaks to you just think of something cool."

You met Tino Väinämöinen the first day that you began moving into your new home, the first day of spring. He greeted you with a bright smile, brighter than the potted daffodils you had brought from your parent's house, and he offered to help you.  You normally never trusted strangers, Tino appeared so friendly, you ended up caving in and letting him help you. And honestly, for such a cute face, Tino was strong. He often helped you around your home, and he would call his four other brothers in case you really needed help, like when you decided to landscape your house that same summer. The project had taken quit a few weeks, but it had been so

A small giggle echoed through the room as Japan awoke from his sleep. Sitting up in his bed the black haired male glanced around his room. Nothing...just like every morning. Only a dream yet again. With a sigh the young man got up to start his day. Japan shuffled into his bathroom and glanced at himself in the mirror. His hair was sticking up in several areas begging to be brushed down. He opened the drawer where he usually kept his brush only to find it empty. "What? Where could I have placed it?" Japan mused out loud as he moved some things around in his drawer. He was about to go and check his bedroom when the sound of a ringing phone

“Tsukki, why don’t you help [Name]-chan out?” Said blonde male gave his freckled companion a blank look, his eyes flicking back and forth between him and said female. The pair watched as she tried to reach for a library book on one of the top shelves, her arms outstretched far above her head in a vain attempt to snatch the piece of literature she needed. She was cursing quietly to herself, her fingertips barely brushing up against the book’s cover. After a while, she decided to try hopping in place in another attempt to retrieve the book. It was obvious to the two of them that she would never reach it like that. R

Chloe Price, a brash, blunt, rebellious, and foul-mouthed troublemaker. [F/n] [L/n], a kind, polite, generous, and overall a big sweetheart loved by all. No one would think that you two would be friends, considering how much your personalities contradicted one another. Yet they didn't know her story, or yours. But mere strangers didn't need to know anyway. On the other hand, Chloe, more often than not, always wondered how you could still be so....positive even after everything that has happened-Her biological father's death, Rachel's disappearance, Max leaving for Seattle, her transition into a punk, and so on. Through it all, however, yo

"Mmmm!" Clanking could be heard about the kitchen as the young {HairColor} headed girl worked. She had just finished a small cake she had been making for the past hour and was finally about to have some. She had gotten her plate and cut the cake. Getting ready to eat it, she was stopped by the door bell. She huffed, calling for her Boyfriend, "Nooooiz! Can you get the door?" It got quiet, waiting for a reply. "No." A simple (yet quiet) response sound through the small apartment they share. She groaned, dropping her fork and and standing from the bar stool she sat herself in. "Stupid.. dick pierced.. idiot, to busy to get the door. I need

The Hanahaki Disease: an illness, where the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided, or unrequited love. * You had stopped recording skating videos for him, even thrown out all the trophies that you’d gotten with him when you were both kids and liked to participate in duets-which the two of you almost always won. But still, you couldn’t get him out of your mind, and it was going to be fatal for you. The disease had progressed to a point where you couldn’t go without a tissue in hand, and a mask on your face, blocking the awful streams of blood that accompanied your vomiting fits, and hiding the flower

"Is there any reason as to why you're following me, Ryuzaki?" He stares at you with large brown eyes. "No particular reason, exactly." "Shouldn't you be working on the Kira case?" A blink. "Everyone seems to be taking a break for the afternoon. It seems as though dwelling at headquarters alone would be a waste of time." "Uh-huh..." Silence. (F/n) sighs and clears her throat. "I can't argue with that, then." "I didn't expect you to. Though, there was a thirty percent chance you would have." You scrunch your nose in confusion. "What?" "You seem to have a knack at letting your emotional side get the best of you in certain situations. I

ZukoXReader Do You Blame The Prince? You took a deep breath and began to bend. Not bend your body, but bend your elements. Or elements, in this case. The salty air washed over you as the sea began to form into a watery dragon. It winked its fiery eye at the growing crowd and began to slither up onto land. A few excited squeals erupted from a couple of young kids behind you. The dragon lifted its flowing head and you closed your eyes. You had to concentrate. The next steps were critical if you wanted to do this right. Taking another deep breath, you leapt into your second element while holding the water in place. Gasps were heard from all ar