RoseHallowell

Wilbur’s dad came into his son’s bed room and sat down. Wilbur looked up from his home work and smirked “Hey, pops, what you need?” he asked and his father sighed “I want you to visit a friend of mine, the only thing is you’ll need to go back in time about a year after I was adopted to see her.” This father explained “Why do I have to?” Wilbur complained “Because she’s supposed to….just do it I want her to have a friend.” “Fine I’ll visit her every so often ok.” “Alright, thanks” “No problem, what’s her name anyway?”

Concentration etched onto your face. A bead of sweat dripping down your forehead. "Steady...steady..." You typed the co-ordinations into the computer, and leaned back in your chair, sighing in relief. "Hopefully this works..." You took one last look at the machine in front you. A computer hooked up to a large, circular cubicle. Inside it, in the very center, was a shiny red apple. You took one last look at the apple, before resting the back of your left hand on the table. You pressed the 'enter' key on the keyboard. A projector started circling around the apple, moving faster and faster until- You felt a weight in your hand, and you smil

“{First} please help me cook!” You had barely stepped into the kitchen when you heard Hiro’s aunt Cass yell at you.   Groaning in protest, she started wagging an impatient finger to you. “Don’t you get like that with me Missy. Now here chop the onions and tomatoes” She handed you a knife to cut the said vegetables and rushed to the other side of the kitchen to make the macaroni salad.   As you chopped, you exhaled noisily. Normally you would have been spending Thanksgiving dinner with your parents though unfortunately they had to travel abroad to work. Thus you were left behind. You would have spent the ho

Secrecy As you sat on a seat in the common room, a majority of the house cheered. Gryffindor had just won a Quidditch match against Slytherin, so all the Quidditch-enthusiasts were celebrating. Your best friends, Alyssa Kane and Tricia Walters, were among the celebrating Gryffindors, and were actively trying to encourage you to join in the festivities. You brushed them away, trying to find a point of escape. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to celebrate with your friends or enjoy the win, you just had someplace to be. Though they had lost, you still planned to congratulate your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, on how well he played. You

  WARNING: This contains an awful lot of 40s slang, and if you are unfamiliar with it, you might get confused. You might want to open this up: http://www.vintageallies.com/1940s/1940s-slang.html so you can look up the words that confuse you. This is random and all over the place but I had fun writing it and I spent a ridiculous amount of time on it, so I’m gonna post it anyway. I hope you guys like it!  :heart:   “Oh, golly.” Your friend sighed, staring over at a dark haired man in awe. “He’s a total dreamboat.” You rolled your eyes. Sure, he was cute, but Dottie was a bit…khaki whacky. She thought t

“It’s snowing!” You heard people shout excitedly as you exited your Charms class. You stood on your tiptoes and peered out one of the windows to see that it was, indeed, snowing. You raised your arms in a silent cheer; you loved snow! “That’s not snow, that’s sleet.” Drawled Draco as he stood next to you and looked out the window as well. “Snow.” You replied defiantly. “Sleet.” He responded, his grey eyes locking with your __e/c__ ones. “Snow.” “Sleet.” “Sno-“ Draco didn’t let you finish, grabbing your wrist and leading you outsid

“Hello Mrs. Robinson.” You said shyly, holding out your hand politely. “__y/n__, how many times have I told you, call me Franny!” Wilbur’s mom said with a laugh, swatting your hand away and pulling you into a gentle hug. You laughed, arms wrapping around her body in a quick hug. She released you after a moment, and you barely had time to react before Wilbur’s hand was in yours, quickly pulling you away from his family. “Okay thanks mom, bye!” Wilbur shouted, tugging you with him into his room. You chuckled as you sat cross-legged on his bed, flicking him on the forehead. “Your mom&rsqu

Unsafe Contains light spoilers from Big Hero 6. Takes place four years after the movie, and you don't know about Hiro's extra curricular activities. “We’ll bring you more coverage on the fight between Big Hero 6 and Kaiju in just a moment, but for now, we’ve got a video conference call with James Cowell a journalist who has been pretty out spoken in his distaste for our resident superheroes,” Dan Ashton, the head channel 7 news anchor introduces the man as a panel with this person’s image shows up on the television screen. “Hello, Dan.  Thank you for accepting my call.” “Of course, Mr. C

This one takes place four years after the movie. Highly recommend you read Part One: http://katgirl28.deviantart.com/art/Halloween-Hiro-Hamada-x-Reader-507966819 “Oh!  I like this one!” you say as you grab the costume that is packaged up into its plastic bag off of the rack.  The picture on the front shows a model wearing the costume. Hiro sighs in exasperation from next to you.  “Weren’t you already Little Red Riding Hood for Halloween once?”  You had dragged him out of his house so he could go costume shopping with you, but like every year, he had no interest in doing so.  You were tr

Halloween This takes place about a few years before the event of the movie, Hiro is 10 “Alright, (Name).  This is the first year we’re not going trick-or-treating with you.  Make sure you stay with Hiro at all times.  Under no circumstances are the two of you allowed to separate, okay?” You nod obediently at your mom through the rearview mirror.  “Okay, okay!  Can I go now?” your eight year old self bounces in excitement as you grip the handle to the car door. Your mother smiles and nods, “Yes.  Be good.  Don’t stay out too late and say hello to Cass for me.”