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gonzo-rella · 11 months

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The Queer Best Friends of Steve Harrington | Robin Buckley (ft. Steve Harrington) (pt. 1)

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PART ONE | PART TWO (COMING SOON)

Relationship(s): Robin Buckley x gn!reader (romantic), Steve Harrington x gn!reader (platonic), Steve Harrington x Robin Buckley (platonic)

Summary: Whilst coming out to Steve, Robin reveals something equally shocking to the revelation of her sexuality.

Warnings: Coming out scene. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 1.4k

(A/N: This has been an idea I’ve wanted to write for literal years. I found this as a semi-finished draft of my old plus-size-reader-insert blog from back in the day (by that I mean, a few years ago). I haven’t yet finished Stranger Things season 4 (I’m hoping to rewatch the show in its entirety soon, possibly after I’ve finished Yellowjackets), but I still really wanted to write this. Also, as a nonbinary person, I really want to write more gender neutral reader-inserts for Robin, so let me know if there’s anything you’d like for me to write. Also, ignore the fact that Steve uses gender neutral pronouns for you but fails to immediately comprehend Robin’s queerness.)

Cheating death was sure to bond two people, and that’s how you and Steve- a pair of reluctant babysitters- were able to put your differences aside and keep a group of misfit kids out of harm’s way. He didn’t care that hanging out with you meant he was no longer cool, and you didn’t mind that a few girls were insanely envious of you. If anything, it inflated your ego, even if they did whisper about you behind your back.

Over the summer, you saw Steve as much as possible. After all, you were too broke to go on vacation, you didn’t want to hitchhike around the country and you had no one else to hang out with. So, you decided just to hang out with your best friend as much as possible. And, what are friends for if not for allowing their friends to abuse their friends and family discount at their place of work? After all, he abused your 7/11 discount over the past year, so of course you abused his Scoops Ahoy discount. Every. Single. Shift. Hell, you only ever really showed any interest in his work when you were asking when his next shift was. Then you’d make sure to go and pay him a visit, like the good friend you were.

You were often so busy talking to Steve at the campy ice cream parlour that you didn’t notice the curious, gazing eyes of the beautiful girl behind the counter. You remembered Robin from many of your shared classes. You exchanged the occasional comment in class, earning quiet laughs from one another. Little did you know, she’d found her gaze wandering to you long before she started working with your best friend. In fact, other than the fact that she was in the school marching band, you knew very little about her.

That was until the end of the second week of summer, when Steve was in the back room of Scoops Ahoy.

“Hey, Robin,” you greeted casually, as though you were good friends rather than just barely acquaintances.

“Oh...um...hey, Y/N,” she greeted awkwardly, straightening herself into a nonchalant-looking pose rather than her bored, hunched-over position at the counter. “H-how’s it going?”

“Eh. Could be better, could be worse, y’know?” you shrugged. “What about you?”

“Um... I’m fine, I guess. Well, as fine as you can be when you leave the house dressed like this,” Robin answered with a small gesture to her outfit, earning a laugh and smile from you that made butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“Your uniform looks better on you than Steve’s looks on him,” you shrugged, the compliment heating up Robin’s cheeks. “To think he was once the king of Hawkins High.”

Robin smiled a little and chuckled.

“Speaking of the king of Hawkins High, do you want me to get his highness from the backroom?” she asked.

Luckily for her, you hadn’t noticed the way she was staring at you, because you had been too busy flicking through and counting dollar bills in your wallet.

You glanced up at her and flashed her a smile.

“Yeah, thanks.”

After that day, you spoke to Robin a lot more often. In fact, you asked her if she wanted to go to your house and watch the copy of A Nightmare on Elm Street that you’d finally been able to rent. Following that, you hung out with one another far more often, be it at the movie theatre, somewhere else in the mall or at one another’s houses. Steve was definitely a little jealous that his best friend was being stolen, something that you and Robin most definitely noticed and most definitely teased him for.

It was shaping up to be a normal summer, but that’s just not what you get in Hawkins. At least after you’ve been roped into the town’s self-appointed team of defenders.

Of course, it wasn’t long before you were in charge of a very drugged-up Steve and Robin, as well as Robin and Erica. You clearly weren’t as good a babysitter as you’d thought when you lost the elder two of the four, who you would later discover were now sat in the bathroom.

Whilst you were rushing around the mall like a frantic parent in search of their children, they were having a surprisingly emotional conversation.

“Do you remember what I said about you and Y/N always being so close? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?” Robin asked.

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, curious to see where this was going.

“It isn’t because I had a crush on you,” Robin confessed and bit her lip gently. “It’s because... they don’t stop laughing at the stuff you say. They look at you like you’re the greatest guy in the world.”

“Huh? Y/N?” he said.

Robin chuckled lowly.

“Yeah. Y/N.” She paused. “I want them to laugh at the things I said and I want them to look at me as much as they look as you... but they’re always with you, laughing at the stupid things you say and looking at you and your stupid hair. And, I don’t understand because you-you picked on them about everything since you were kids until you guys just suddenly became best friends. And, you’ve always been way stupider than them. And, you’re a douchebag. And-and you don’t even like them like I always did even though they were always the funniest and coolest person and...I’d just go home and just scream into my pillow.”

“But Y/N’s-” Steve responded, confused.

“Steve,” she said softly, tilting her head a little in mild frustration at the fact it hadn’t clicked in his mind quite yet.

“Yeah?” he asked, breathing out a confused laugh.

She looked at him, and then it hit him. His eyes widened a little, but he never looked disgusted, which she’d feared.

“Oh,” is all he could say.

“Oh,” she mimicked softly.

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed out, leaning back in disbelief.

“Yeah. Holy shit,” Robin repeated half-heartedly, also leaning back as she looked to the ceiling. She then looked down at her thighs, sighing a little at the silence they now found themselves in. Filled with nerves and slight relief, Robin looked up at Steve.

“Steve...” she said softly. “Did you OD over there?”

“No, I just, uh...” Steve said almost breathlessly. “Just thinking.”

“Okay,” Robin whispered, scratching her neck awkwardly.

“I mean, yeah,” Steve said. “Y/N’s cool and all, but...I mean, they’re a total dork.”

“So what?” Robin asked.

“They’re in the chess club and they watch Star Trek,” Steve answered.

“They have passions. It’s cute,” Robin defended.

“Look, they’re my best friend, but... if you ever wanna be more than that with them, I gotta be sure that you’re prepared to handle all of their nerdy...ness. Like, we saw the Karate Kid 7 times when it came out because ‘it was the coolest movie since Return of the Jedi’. We saw the Breakfast Club 10 times because ‘it’s, like, the best movie made since the Karate Kid’,” he said, imitating you with an unflattering voice.

“They don’t talk like that!” Robin laughed.

“That was a great impersonation,” Steve responded. “Oh, and when they’re listening to music, they try to sing the words and the instruments.”

“I think it’s cute!” Robin exclaimed in protest, laughing even harder when Steve started singing some Rush song you’d sung to yourself several times, whilst also vocalising the guitar, bass and drums in intervals, not unlike someone trying to do all the parts to Bohemian Rhapsody on their own. Steve laughed just as hard as Robin when she joined in, with the both of them knowing it solely from your renditions of it. Eventually, they were just both laughing with one another, making Robin feel accepted by her friend. When the laughter faded away, and they were both smiling.

“For what it’s worth...I think you should ask them out,” Steve told Robin. “They’ve spent so much time with me and they don’t seem interested, so they must be into girls. And, looking back on it I think they have a crush on Princess Leia.”

Robin chuckled and sighed. “I’m not... you. I can’t just go up to them and ask them out.”

“Well, luckily for you, you’ve got a totally awesome wingman.” Steve said.

Robin rolled her eyes.

“I’ll tell them when we’re not in dange-”

She was interrupted by the door slamming open, and you were standing in front of Dustin and Erica.

“Okay, I’m really mad at you guys right now, but I’ll be pissed at you when our asses aren’t on the line. Let’s go.”

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cherrygummycandy · 2 years

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Babysitting Evil

Platonic!Young!Gru x Babysitter!Reader

(This serves as a part 2 to my Young Nefario x reader fic. I plan to go more into Gru and Nefario's relationship dynamic later, bur I wanted to build up to that!)

Part 1:

(Look at him. Baby boy, baby.)

A few weeks after your encounter at Villainous Records, you find yourself laying on your bed. Laying on your stomach, your legs are kicked up, as you absentmindedly read the latest addition of 'Groovy Greens', your favorite environmentally conscious magazine label. Your eyes trace over the brightly colored pages, speed-reading articles about recycling and making bell-bottoms from recycled denim. Just as you flip the page to a piece on organic alternatives to popular styling products, a ringing sound makes you jolt. Sitting up, you grab the receiver of your rotary phone, holding it up to your face. "Hello, Y/N L/N speaking!" You exclaim cheerfully, only to be met with a scratch voice on the other end. "Y/N, honey, good to hear from you!" You recognize the gravelly voice as belonging to a rather odd woman you met at a yoga class a few weeks ago. 'What was her name?' You think to yourself, brows furrowing in concentration. Maisy? Marcy? Marlena!

"Marlena... Gru, was it? From Sven's yoga studio, Hi!" You greet her. "What are you calling about?" You're cut off when you hear her saying something to someone on the other end, before she resumes the conversation. "You know how when we meet at the yoga studio you said since I was new, I ever ever needed anything, to call you? Well, you're such a sweet girl, so I'll take you up on your offer." She explains. You remember saying that, but it was more of a pleasantry. You couldn't have imagined she would actually take you up on it.

"Uh, yeah, okay. What did you need help with?" You ask, unsure how to approach this. "It's not what, rather who you can help me with. I'm leaving with my spiritual counselor, Jacques." She sighs at the mention of this supposedly dreamy man. "I'll be gone for the weekend, I was wondering if you could stop by and watch my son for a while. Just a couple hours for a few days." She says this so calmly, that it doesn't even click with you what she's asking. "You... want me to babysit your son? Me? A stranger?" You ask, shocked and a little upset this woman would hand her child over to anyone so easily. "Yes, that's what I said, now, can you do it? I'd rather not leave him to his own devices, that devil-boy would probably blow the house up like he did my car." She mumbles the last bit under her breath, but you still catch it. You're conflicted, you don't want to babysit a stranger's kid all weekend, but you also don't want anyone else babysit this kid. What if he gets stuck with someone worse than you? A criminal even! Ignoring the gut feeling that this was a bad idea, you agree. "Vunderful! I'll be gone when you come over, but I'll tell him your coming." She gives you the house address and lays down a few rules. "He's an antisocial child, has a lot of nerve, that boy." She grumbles. "His little friends live at the house too, don't let them get into the tupperware. Ta-ta, now!" She hangs up.

"Wait, his friends live with you guys?" You ask, only to be met with silence. "Marlena?" You ask, before grumbling and slamming the phone back down. You roll over and yell into your pillow, hands white from gripping it so hard. Removing the pillow from your flushed face, you brush out your tangled hair and grab your boots. You pack a few essentials into your purse, and a candy bar for the kid. You think for a moment, before grabbing your magazine as well, rolling it up and tucking it into the bag. You grab your keys and head out the front door.

The sound of tires rubbing against pavement echoes out as you pull into the driveway of Marlena Gru's house. You blink a few times, the garish pink of her house mixed with the sunlight gives you a major headache. You park and walk up the steps, knocking on the door. Three small windows frame her door, and though you hear footsteps, you see no one inside the house. The pink door swings open quickly, and you are still met with no one. "Ahem." A small voice says. You look down to see a very small boy hunched over, arms folded as he looks up at you. "Are you de' babysitter?" He asks, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. His accent is incredibly similar to Marlena's.

"Yeah, I'm Y/N! What's your name, little guy?" You ask, leaning forward to match his height better. You put on your best babysitter smile, though it doesn't seem to change his serious demeanor. "Gru. And I'm not a little guy." He says. He steps aside as you make your way into the house, which is just as bright and pastel inside as the exterior of the home. "So, I have a few things we could do for fun!" You exclaim, shaking your bag. "I'm not super familiar with what kids are into, but I brought-" As you begin to talk about what you brought with you, Gru only sighs. He reaches into his dark jacket and pulls out a small gun with a strange green liquid inside. He presses the trigger, launching a stick string of green goo towards your bag. You squeak and drop your bag, and the green goo sticks onto your bag. Releasing the trigger, the goo recoils back into the gun, and Gru grabs your bag. You're still left in shock when he lets out a weird little giggle.

"Okay, 'Babysitter'." He uses air-quotes around the word babysitter, which only confuses you. "Let me lay down some rules. 1, I don't need a baby sitter, I'm eleven and 3 quarters. Not a baby." He flicks another finger up. "2, I don't want to partake in any babysitting activities, like puzzles or... baking..." He seems to struggle to come up with things babysitters do, eyes flitting back and forth as he tries to think. "3, do not bother me or come into my lair." You til your head. "Lair? Do you mean your bedroom?" You ask. He freezes, before nodding. "Uh, yes, my... my bedroom." He confirms. He shakes off his thoughts and returns to his hunched posture, before turning to leave.

"Wait, can I have my bag back? And where did you get a-" You try to focus on the tool he used to snatch your bag. "A goo gun?" You ask, unsure. He sighs, as if exasperated by your lack of knowledge on strange weapons. "It's called 'Sticky fingers', I got it from a friend." He explains. As he opens his mouth to explain further, a loud crash can be heard through the house. You and Gru turn to the stairs and see a bright blur of yellow come flying down the stairs. When the yellow blobs land in front of you, you step back a few feet in surprise, and Gru groans loudly.

"I told you to wait upstairs! Why can't you understand?" He yells, his posture straightening as he waves his arms about in anger. When he's done yelling, he puffs out his cheeks and glares at the yellow figures with a red face. It's kind of adorable, and you chuckle. "What are you laughing at, Babysitter?" He snaps, turning to you. "Nothing, sorry." You chuckle, shaking your head.

You turn your attention to the yellow forms on the floor. One of them stands, and you look closer. You gasp a little, noticing the creature looks like a taller version of Bob, the funny little guy you found a few days ago. "Eh, sorry, mini boss," The tall one starts to talk to Gru, presumably trying to explain himself. The second figure gets up from the floor, and you're shocked to see he has one eye. He launches himself at the taller one, yelling and trying to throw his fists. The taller one only sighs and continues talking to Gru. "Stuart, stop that! We talked about fighting in the house!" Gru yells at the smaller one, who only grumbles and walks away. "Gru, what are these?" You ask, and the boy sighs as he begins to explain. "These are my minions, who WERE SUPPOSED TO STAY UPSTAIRS!" He raises his voice at the end, glaring at the two of them.

"Eh, Mini Boss?" a small voice calls from the top of the stairs. You look up, recognizing the voice. Peeking through the bars of the banister, one hand still holding his bear, is Bob. "Bob!" You exclaim happily, which catches his attention. "Patoo, amigo! Bello!" Bob happily shouts as he hops down the stairs, tripping and bouncing off the floor. He doesn't even stop going until he arrives at your spot in the living room. As Bob hugs your leg, Gru and the other two minions look back and forth between the two of you. "Bob, you know the babysitter?" Gru asks. Bob happily nods, hands waving about as he regales Gru with his story. Gru looks at you when Bob is done explaining. "So your the person who brought Bob to Nefario?" Gru asks.

"Yeah, that must mean your Nefario's friend? The one who uses his gadgets!" Gru smile sheepishly. "Well, I do know my way around a few weapons." He admits, looking down at the floor and kicking at the shag carpet. You feel a tug on your pants leg, and look down to see Bob pointing at the other two minions. "Le Kevin!" Bob says, as he points a gloved finger at the taller minion. "Hello Kevin!" You greet. Kevin raises his hand to wave, before being pushed out of the way by the one-eyed minion. "Le Stuart." He says, snapping finger guns at you and pouting his lips. You look at Gru, then back at stuart. "W-what is he doing?" You ask Gru, stepping a few feet back from the minion. "I have no clue..." Gru sighs, shaking his head. "Kevin, Stuart, Bob, back to the lair." He waves his hand, and the minions pick up there pace as they head back upstairs. You wave to Bob as he leaves, and Gru remains there, rocking on his heels. His face is flat and he seems conflicted. You simply stand there silently, letting him think through, whatever he's doing.

"Gru? You okay?" You ask. He jolts, your words snapping him out of his thoughts. "Oh! Yes, of course." He seems like he wants to stay something more. "So, you said you have a lot of gadgets in your, uh, lair?" He nods. "That's a neat hobby." You try to take an interest, since you were genuinely curious. Besides, if you're gonna spend the weekend here you might as well get to know this kid. "Do..." He pauses awkwardly, as if afraid to ask what he wants to ask. "Yes?" You prod, hoping he will continue. "DOYOUWANTTOSEETHELAIR?" he yells, his face red with embarrassment. His words are so loud and quickly you can't decipher what he's said. "Gru, can you repeat that?" You ask gently. He takes a deep breath, and tries again. "Do you want to see the lair?" He asks. You don't answer for a few seconds, a bit surprised. He seems to take this as a no, and quickly tries to recover. "Never mind, it's secret anyways, and no grown-ups allowed, so..." He sputters. You can't help but feel sorry for him, it doesn't seem like he has a lot of people interested in his hobbies. "Aw, that sucks that there aren't any adults allowed in the lair..." You trail off, glancing at him. "How, How come?" He asks, perking up at your words. "Cause' I think the lair sounds cool, if only I could go in there-" You grin as he falls for your trap. "Well, I am in charge, so, I'll make an exception." He motions for you to follow as he bounds up the stairs, clearly trying to act cool. You giggle, seeing how excited he is. He drags you into a pretty standard kids room.

"Wow, nice lair, Gru!" You look around, only to be met with an unamused little boy. He rolls his eyes and scoffs. "This isn't the lair, not that you would recognize a lair." He smirks "You're just a babysitter, not a genius like me." He seems to have regained his ego now that you've agreed to see his lair. "In here." He walks into the closet. You're skeptical, but play along, squishing yourself into the small closet. Suddenly the floor beneath you drops rapidly as Gru pulls a lever. You scream as you plummet downwards next to the boy, who's simply grinning wickedly at your terror. When the fall stops, Gru steps out of the tiny elevator, and turns back to where you're cowering. "Stop shaking, it's just an elevator." He scoffs, walking ahead. You slowly and shakily get up from the elevator, carefully balancing yourself as you wobble forward. "Y-you don't have any other entrances into your lair?" You ask. He smiles and shakes his head, prompting you to roll your eyes at the smug kid.

"Minions!" He yells and raises his arms, stepping forward into the metal room. A flood of yellow minions, each with varying sizes and eyes come into the room, gathering around him. Your jaw drops in shock at the sheer number of them. "Minions, this is the babysitter." He presents you to the minions, who cheer. "Gru, my name is Y/N." You scold him lightly. He looks at you with a blank face, and responds with a sigh. "That is what I said." He looks back over his crowd of minions. "The babysitter is responsible for returning Bob to us, and I will now be giving them a tour of de lair. Please man your stations." He claps his hands and all the minions scramble to various posts throughout the lab. As Gru begins to walk to the first lab station, you look around in amazement. "Gru, did you do all of this?" You ask. He shrugs and smiles, "Well, I did de designs, the minion handled construction." He explains. "This is incredible!" You exclaim, only making him smile more and look down sheepishly. "How many minions are there, exactly?" You ask. "I don't really know, there seems to be more every time I come down here for a meeting." You nod.

Gru shows you around the lab, demonstrating how the minions are indestructible, showing you the various weapons he has (some are cute, like a cheese ray, others are less so, like all the bombs). At some point, you find yourself at a small table, watching Gru kick a vending machine as he attempts to get out a bag of chips. "Gru, didn't you build the vending machine? Just open it up." You say. He pulls on the machine and slips, falling down with a sigh. "I can't, I lost the key." He grumbles. He kicks the machine one more time, before giving up and sitting down with you. "Hey, there's a candy bar in my bag, you can have it." You tell him. His eyes light up as he rushes to go and grab the bag he stole from you. When he returns, he begins to happily scarf down the candy bar. "So, Gru, I gotta ask, what does your mom think about all your gadgets?" You ask. He stops eating the candy and looks down, folding his hands in his lap. "My mom doesn't really like my gadgets, she says they make too many noises, and cost too much on the electricity bill." He says sadly. "She doesn't like my minions either. Last week, Bob got into her makeup, and she kicked him out! I had to sneak him back in through the window." Gru laughs, but it isn't genuine. He seems incredibly sad. You feel a pain in your heart at how lonely this boy is. "Well, what about your friends?" You ask. "I'm... not the most popular in school. Probably because of all the lunch money I've taken..." He trails off. You sigh, "Yeah, that'll do it, Gru." He nods. "What about nefario?" You ask. He seems to light up at the mention of the quirky doctor. "He's a good ally. He helps me with my gear, in exchange for testing on the minions. He also takes me to places my mom won't. Sometimes we get ice-cream." Gru smiles, and you feel your heart melt at the sweet relationships between the two. "Well, I'll tell you what. If you eat all the dinner I'm gonna make, I'll take you to get some ice-cream." You offer. Gru looks at you with wide eyes. "Really!?" He asks. You laugh and nod. You feel a few pairs of eyes on you, and turn to see Bob, Kevin, and Stuart. You sigh.

"Alright, you guys can come too."

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i-writes-things · 3 years

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The Secret

Part 1 part 2

Avengers x Fem!reader

(+) Platonic story

Summary- The newest Avenger is keeping a big secret from the rest of the team...

Not my gif*

If anything, it was the fact that the Avengers couldn't know. Not at all.

You didn't really want them to know.

You have been on the Avengers team for almost 1 year now from graduating top in your S.H.I.E.D. class, and you have tried your best to keep the secret on the down low since you got there.

With this secret you kept from all of them it came with it's consequences...

Being late to almost every meeting as you didn't live in the Compound with everyone, but in a apartment just outside of the city so you could get to the Compound easily.

The few missions you did go on were always extremely stressful, worrying that someone would not be about to get to you if needed on the outside world.

Everyone had there suspicions about why you were late or always stressed on missions or randomly running out saying you had forgotten to do something as simple as turn the oven off or having to change out clothes to the dryer, pretending you had a date that night.

There were so many close calls, them almost finding out.

It seemed Clint already knew your secret but it seemed that if he did know that he was just there to watch the show to see how long it would take the rest of the team to find out.

Tony was oblivious to this secret, it wasn't in his mindset to care to notice much of what these mistakes you made were, because all he really cared for was the top Agent with full marks and advanced training, which you didn't mind this. One less person to keep off your trail.

Natasha, however was very interested in as to why you were ALWAYS late to almost every meeting, having a stuffed teddy bear in your bag once, pacifiers in your pockets and one time a whole baby blanket in your bag.

Always telling them that you were babysitting your brothers kid.

Almost every time you told this to everyone, Clint would try as hard as he could to hold his laughter back, but always would laugh and blame it on something else, while you glared at him, taking your seat in between Wanda and Steve.

Today you were going to be really late no doubt about it, your babysitter was stuck in traffic, and your son's crying was not helping the situation, at all. Once Jane(The babysitter)got there you were ready to run out to your car yelling over your shoulder 'Thank you' and 'love you' to your two year old son, that was crying at the doorway in Jane's arms.

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The door accidentally slammed against the wall as you ran in, apologizing to everyone "Sorry guys, my- um, I had to get through the highway traffic, sorry" you say fast, trying to cover up the "my- um," in the sentence and sorrowfully smiles at everyone, as you go to sits in between Wanda and Steve as you always did.

Natasha was watching you, closely. She noticed your bag.

Tony briefed you on what was said only minutes prior to your arrival.

The meeting ended and you were the last one out trying get all your things together, and trying your best to hide the teddy bear you had hanging out of your bag that you hadn't noticed before, hoping no one saw.

Natasha was waiting for you outside the door.

"Y/N."

You didn't see her as you walk out and jolted a little at her presence behind you, you turned to face her.

"Natasha?"

"What's with the bear in your bag?" she asked calmly

Your hand goes straight to your bag "hmm, I don't- um I don't know, might be my brothers kid' bear." pulling the bear out of your bag knowing it was your son's favorite teddy.

"hmm, right." She was eyeing you suspiciously

"I really gotta be going Natasha, sorry. I'll see you guys around though, right?" you say trying to get out of anymore questions

"Yeah, see you around, Y/N." She smiled and you returned it, turning on your heels and letting out a sigh of relief, you put the teddy bear back in your bag and rushed home, as Natasha watches you leave, knowing you were lying.

Her jaw clenched is as she looked over your file, to see that that you in fact didn't have a brother, or any siblings for that matter, and mysteriously had stopped training at S.H.I.E.L.D. 3 years ago but got back into in before graduating at the top of the class about a year and a half ago.

So for around 1 year and 6ish months no one knew where you were, then randomly came back and rose to the top of the class in 6 months.

Something wasn't adding up...

Part 2???

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magpiie · 3 years

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Kidnapped by Baby Yoda pt. 3

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

hey guys pls lmk what you think and be honest!!! thank you so much for 80 notes holy fucking shit wowie

It's weird one day you're assisting teaching a class to a bunch of miscellaneous alien children on nevarro hating your life, and the next you're stuck on a ship with a mandalorian and his foundling who inexplicably decided he needed you to come.

“I'm going to talk to him today kid, believe me” you said to the lump of wool perched on your knee. Mando was out doing maker knows what, and you were left alone with the little guy like always. His big eyes gazed at you dubiously as if to say suuuuure. The amount of judgmental bitchy energy he could produce sometimes was astounding. “No really, i've been living here for what, uh 3 weeks maybe? And all we've really said to each other was the initial greeting and uh the exchange of names?” The last part trails off as you realize you don't even know his name. You said yours but he responded with telling you to call him Mando. So you didn't push it. You dont know alot about mandalorians considering they are almost extinct and their beliefs are often made to seem like folklore. But you do know that individualism and identity is not something particularly celebrated. So you decided to leave the amount of information he wants to share with you up to him out of respect. So far that's been none. “So, kid, how'd you break through his shell? He likes you?” the child just blinks unhelpfully. “I mean you never talk to him, but i've tried that and we saw how that went” literally radio silence from him. You don't particularly think of yourself as an extrovert who constantly needs interaction but you do need some. And currently you have the kid as a companion and if you didn't know any better you'd say Mando was a droid with how he acts. You also resolved that you needed to help out more. Basically you were a glorified babysitter and the idea that Mando was going to realize that he was better off without you on his ship as deadweight terrified you. You were a good cook, I guess you could say, but Mando always brought food back with him when he went out and then would hide in his room to eat in privacy. So that's not very helpful. The main thing that you could offer him was medical help. Back on Nevarro growing up you were the youngest of three older brothers. And considering your mother wasnt really in the picture, you had to take up the doctor role for the amount of fights three older boys could get into. You knew how to treat basically any external damage and how to sterilize and limit risk of infection. But how would you ever bring that up to mando if you guys didn't even greet each other in the mornings? Sometimes you would try to talk to him with something as simple as “good morning!” or “welcome back” or “night” or even just a simple “hey” sometimes he would bless you with a monosyllabic grunt but never anything more. But hey, you would take what you would get. After a week of this call and no response bullshit you kinda gave up and have spent the last two weeks in silence other than your episode this morning with the “good morning” fiasco. You feel your mortification settle back into your stomach at the fool you made of yourself. “Maker above, mando must hate me.” sometimes you wondered if he regretted asking you to come. But he doesn't really seem like the type of person to let you stay if you annoyed him. “Ok bug, here's the plan. What im gonna do is i will say hey when he comes back, sound good?” you look for confirmation from the creature and he gives you a slight tilt of his chin. Satisfied you continue, “and i will uhm say good night and good morning every day until he responds or tells me to shut up.” you finish with a huff of breath. This will either end with you finally finally getting to have real human interaction or left on some random ass planet god knows where.

Mando makes his way back to ship feeling the pebbles crunch beneath the heavy sole of his boot. This planet was a desert planet much like nevarro, he wondered if you missed home. Mean no shit she's probably homesick dumbass he thinks its not like he was doing anything to make the ship feel welcoming. Like talking to you. But you made the ship feel like a home for the kid and that's more than he could ever want. You probably didn't realize how much what you were doing meant to him. You made the kid happy, you were giving him something that mando never could, a mother figure. Mando tried his hardest to be what he thought was a father for the kid but it was hard. He had to go and work and it wasn't safe to bring a kid so he was often swept around to different planets and left for hours by himself waiting for mando to come back and it was hard on mando. But you, now you were there. And the kid was always safe with you. He should probably teach you some self defense he thought considering how dangerous being associated with him was especially considering you needed to protect the child. But honestly, mando had no idea if you knew how to protect yourself, you might, space is a dangerous world. He only knew that you were a teacher but that was it. Slightly alarming that he implicitly trusted you without any prior knowledge of you or your credentials. You could be a bounty hunter assigned to kill him for all he knew, or to steal the kid, but you probably would have done that by now. Mando didn't know what made you trustworthy to him. You just were. And that terrified him.

You're sitting in the cockpit with the child pretending to fly the ship as he gurgles happily in your lap. you giggle at the little guy and make finger guns and pretend to shoot an imaginary monster outside the window, “i'm the most fearsome bounty hunter in the guild,” the child lets out a particularly loud noise at that, “uhhh yes i am dont laugh at me, i am feared far and wide across the galaxy,” you tickle his sides with that one. youre so into playing with the kid you don't realize mando was back and is staring at you from the entryway to the cockpit. “You think i could take on your daddy, bug? You think it'd beat him in a shootout? Huh?” you say with your fingers poised and ready at the window.

“Not a chance,” says a deep voice that vibrates into the floor. You let out an embarrassing startled shriek and feel your heart do twenty somersaults and settle in your feet. The child screams at the interruption and immediately wiggles out of your grasp and waddles to Mando giddily.

“I-i i was uh joking, really i was,” you stutter out cringing at the incredulous tone your voice comes out as. Remembering your resolve to talk to him you continue on even though you feel like you might throw up your breakfast from nerves. “He misses you during the day,” gesturing to the child, “so i pretend to be you” you finish realizing that sounds super fucking creepy, “well not like- you- like- you, but i pretend to like uh pilot the ship and uh shoot um things?” you ramble lamely. A huff sounds from the mandalorian and if you allowed yourself to think wishfully it was laughter.

“Doesn't surprise me. Before you he came everywhere with me.” you feel your eyebrows raise. Everywhere? Shit.

“Must've been difficult to complete jobs and have to keep track of him,” you say nodding your head towards the little lump of brown wool. Mando offers you an affirmative grunt before setting the child down and turning on his heel towards the fresher. So that was an improvement, you think. Got ten whole words out of him. You feel a grin split your face. Hopefully this means you are past the dancing around each other relationship. And maker above, his voice, wow. If only you could wake up to that every morning. Deep and melodic. You wonder how deep and gravelly it sounds in the mornings. Or how your name would sound tumbling off his lips in pleasure. Nope. not going down that path. That is NOT platonic thoughts. You literally had your first conversation with him since the first day you met him and you're already thinking about that? Seriously pull yourself together. You don't even know what he looks like, or how old he is. Like what if he's like 70. And really ugly. What if your having sex dreams about someone like your grandpa. Ew. Your face contorts at the thought of Mando looking like your grandpa. Okay gross stop. You need to get to know him. Have civil conversations. Push down the gross thoughts. Even if his voice sounds like honey. And home.

You're sitting in the chair behind the pilot seat reading a random book Mando left out on the scattered floor. Its some type of mechanical manual so its truly riveting. Note the sarcasm. The child's asleep, and seeing as though mando is cooped up in his room this book is better than twiddling your thumbs mindlessly. You decided that if you were going to stay on mandos ship you should at least try to pick up some mechanic skills. Better than the rudimentary at best you had at the present moment. You knew how to fix blatant errors in engines and how to reconnect wires if the instructions were explained thoroughly and very slowly. Okay maybe you didn't really know anything past engines. But that was better than nothing? Kinda? You sigh closing the book after rereading the same sentences about pre-imperial versus post-imperial hyperdrives. Maker what was the difference? The both made the ship go super fast or something? Was that the hyperdrive? You shook your head feeling the thought start to culminate into a downward spiral of what a hyperdrive truly was. You looked around the cluttered hull and decided that you should probably occupy yourself by cleaning up the mess. Mando might appreciate it, it'll also make you less of a deadweight on the ship. It was crazy how much shit one man and his child could accumulate on one tiny ship. You don't think you had ever seen this many small metal bowls in one place. The stack currently in the corner probably contained about 12. In what universe would 2 creatures ever need the same bowls 12 times. Well you guess now it's three. The thought filled your chest with a balloon of warmth only to be popped by the realization that you weren't part of the little family mando and the child were. At best you were a business associate. The kids stand in caregiver. Babysitter.

The realization that you didn't have anyone to call family at your disposal fell heavy on your shoulders. Sinking you into the corner of the hull. You dont think youve ever felt more alone. In the cold corner of the hull with a hand pressed to your chest in an attempt to quell your ragged breaths. Like a small raft cast into the oceanic expanse of space. If you drowned, who would notice? Certainly not your family, they were maker knows where, probably light years away. You didn't even know what sector you were in anymore. What would your father think of your decision to leave nevarro? You hadn't seen him in a while but you remembered the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. And how he would hug you after a long day. Hold you like you were still his little girl. The craving for a warm embrace from a solid body slammed into you with all the force of a meteor. Leaving you stunned and lost. You briefly wondered how mando coped. How did he deal with the overwhelming feeling of loneliness? How did he leave his guild? Did he miss them? Were they like a family? Did he think about them often? How did he cope with the lack of touch? Or did he not think about it at all? Did he not need it? Was he so disconnected from the world through his beskar that he couldn't remember the feeling of someone's fingers on his skin? Etching a path with the searing heat they exuded. Hearing approaching footsteps you attempt to pull yourself together. Regulate your breathing, get rid of tear tracks and lose the flush coloring your face. You could do this. As he rounded the corner he stopped. You peered up at him from your curled up position on the floor and offered him a smile that felt unconvincing even on your lips. He tilted his head slightly at you and made his way cautiously to where you were. He bent slightly and offered a brown leather clad hand to you. For a second the only sound heard was the faint crackle of his breathing in his helmet. You could see him faltering. Here he was offering you comfort in your clearly distressed state and you were pointedly ignoring it. You laced your fingers with his and nearly doubled over from the strength he exuded into pulling you up. As soon as you were fairly steady on your feet you marveled at your hand shocked by the warmth creeping through the leather of the glove permeating into your palm. He sighed, a deep release of tension from his shoulders followed. “What's wrong?” he said, his hand still lazily grasping your fingers. You looked at him, what was wrong?

“How do you do it?” you said echoing his words from your first meeting to him. his thumb dragged a slow line along your wrist. When he didn't respond you added, “how are you okay with being alone?” if you could see his face you would say he looked taken aback. He released your hand.

“I'm not.” he offered. Confused as to which question he was answering you remained silent hoping to prompt him to continue. He started again, “I'm not alone, not truly. I have him.” he gestured vaguely to his sleeping quarters where the kid slept. He rubbed the back of his neck,

“And neither are you.”

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twstdreams · 4 years

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I've loved your non-romantic/platonic content that you've done so far! Adding on to that list, could I please request a short story surrounding MC, Ace, and Deuce? An accident occurs which ends in MC turning into a little kid and now it's up to the two boys to put their differences aside and babysit their friend until she's back to normal. Girl pronouns plz! Lol I can only imagine the chaos that would ensue. If you don't feel comfortable with this ask you can skip it! Thx for reading :)

I am always up for platonic content and shenanigans! Long story, so the rest is under the cut!

Warning: Minor spoilers for side stories (briefly alluded to)

Length: ~2.3K

“It’s this one!” Deuce declares with unfounded confidence.

“No, it’s not!” Ace rebuttals despite not making it past page 10 in his textbook.

“It’s mine!” Grimm shouts even though he most definitely does not understand the experiment at hand.

The magicless student can only sigh. Deuce and Ace suck at potions. So when the two bicker about what to add to their cauldron, the prefect doesn’t even blink an eye. Deuce mispronounces an ingredient, Ace corrects him, but neither are even talking about the right thing. She can practically sense Crewel’s glare despite her eyes remaining on the cauldron, cautiously waiting for bubbles to appear so she could add the indigo milk cap mushroom.

What is added next to her cauldron is not the mushroom in her hand but a random root Grimm throws in. In Deuce’s haste to catch the gremlin, he spills over his own cauldron and some of their potion spills into hers.

“What are you doing?” she asks, but it’s too late. The mixture in her cauldron is boiling profusely and suddenly envelopes her in a cloud of smoke.

“Funya! MC, are you okay?” Grim inquires. Deuce and Ace also call out her name but there is no response. When the smoke clears, everyone in the room is left speechless.

The potential beast tamer hasn’t moved but an inch but she’s at least two feet shorter and with rounder cheeks and wide eyes.

“WHAT?” she screeches in disbelief, suddenly too short to even reach the cauldron, “Fix this!”

And this is how the group’s long catastrophic day begins.

Adventure 1: The beginning

“What?!” Grim shouts. If looks could kill, Crewel’s glare would have toasted the monster.

“Yes, it is hard to predict when MC will return to normal because you carelessly threw together that potion. It should wear off in a day, but there’s no guarantee,” the teacher explains through gritted teeth. The bell rings but the quartet barely registers it.

“Go to the headmaster! It’s not my problem anymore,” Crewel declares.

Unfortunately, as most meetings with the headmaster are, the conversation is fruitless.

“Hah? We’re supposed to babysit her?” Ace asks.

“Yes! It’s your fault, is it not? Take care of her until the spell wears off,” Crowley declares.

“Isn’t there any way to break the spell?” Deuce inquires while nervously glancing towards MC.

“It’s hard to tell because you added in unknown amounts of various ingredients,” Crowley answers before muttering, “It takes too much time! I need to know what happens next in my novel.”

“Tch, what a lazy adult,” MC comments with a bored expression. She figured this would happen. She can’t even recall a moment when the headmaster had actually been helpful.

“What did you say?” Crowley demands. Deuce immediately picks up MC and heads for the door.

“Nothing! We’ll take care of her! See you later headmaster!” Ace explains while the two boys dash out of the office. They book it out of the hallway and then set her down on the ground.

“Hey! What was that about? It’s usually Grim saying stuff that gets us in trouble, not you,” Ace comments.

“Don’t tell me…Now she acts like a little kid too?” Deuce wonders.

Adventure 2: Stranger Danger

“Oh? Ramshackle prefect, you seem to be caught in quite the predicament.” MC glares at the Octavinelle dorm leader in return. Ace and Deuce are in the midst of calling Cater and Trey to ask for advice, giving Azul the perfect opportunity to approach her.

“I have an offer for you,” the second year begins.

“No.” MC is firm in her answer and has no intention of making any deals.

“Are you sure? I treat children well,” Azul adds but it only results in her frowning. There’s suddenly a glimmer in her eyes but before Azul can deduce what it means, MC begins shouting.

“STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGER!”

“Stop that!” Azul insists but his wide eyes give away his flustered state. With a smile that looks a little too much like Chenya’s, MC continues her call for help. Soon enough, Deuce and Ace rush to her side.

“Stranger? That’s Prefect Azul! Have you forgotten him?” Deuce inquires with a look of concern. MC decides this is the perfect time to practice her puppy eyes and simply looks up at Deuce, wide eyes and with a pout.

Azul silently admits defeat as he forms a tight-lipped smile accompanied by some false pleasantries before exiting the area.

“I’m hungry!” she announces before anyone can question her further.

“Yes! Let’s go eat!” Grim agrees.

Adventure 3: Sweet Dreams

Getting lunch is a surprisingly painless affair. Though Night Raven College students could be quite self-centred, even they balked at harming a little girl. MC easily orders her favourites before sitting with her friends, though she has to sit on her knees to be at a comfortable height compared to the table.

“Wow! It’s true!~” Cater chimes while taking a seat at the table.

“How are you feeling?” Trey asks.

“Okay! It’s kinda weird but at least it was easy to get lunch,” she replies while taking a bite of her food.

“Now you really look like my minion!” Grim declares. MC shoots the monster a glare but doesn’t give him a response.

“You’re actually a little kid, huh? So, what do you wanna do when you grow up?” Ace teases.

“I want to control all the ghosts and have an army,” MC answers nonchalantly as if she had been discussing the weather.

“What?” Trey asks, slightly taken aback. Wasn’t this the person who was gullible enough to think that oyster sauce went in tarts?

“A ghost army,” she repeats confidently.

“Anyway! Aren’t you lucky? You get all these handsome guys to help you today!” Cater interjects, not wanting to unpack why the prefect wanted an army of the dead.

Her gaze scans the table before looking up at Cater, eyes wide and expression void of malice, and asks, “Where?”

Grim howls with laughter while the four Heartslabyul students try to recover from the blow to their ego. It’s definitely going to be a long day for them.

Adventure 4: Smiles and stares

“Hey wait!” MC whines. One disadvantage of becoming short is that her stride decreased accordingly, thus her struggles to keep up with her classmate’s pace.

“Just walk faster or we’ll be late for class!” Ace retorts, glancing up ahead to see how far away the next building is.

“AHH!” Ace turns around to see MC a couple of meters behind him face-first in a patch of grass.

“Uwah! Are you okay?” Grim asks while flying above the fallen girl. Ace groans at the predicament. Deuce ran ahead to warn the other teachers of MC’s unfortunate condition so the redhead was the only babysitter at the moment.

The situation only worsens when MC begins to sit up, knees scraped, eyes glistening with tears, brows furrowed, and lips pressed tightly together. Ace’s eyes widen at the sight.

“Please don’t cry,” he mutters under his breath before trying to think about how to soothe kids.

“Oh my, that was quite a fall. You’re okay now though, right?” Jade asks while extending a gloved hand. His face is calm, showing no signs of concerns or worry with only a placid smile to demonstrate any emotion. MC stares at his face, analyzing his expression for a few moments. After finding the answer to her unsaid question, she accepts his hand and quickly sniffles before nodding.

Ace watches in amazement as all signs of pain and panic vanish from her expression. He decides not to question her mood change before ushering the prefect to their next class.

Adventure 5: What came first? The egg or the chicken?

“You have to!” Deuce insists.

“NO!” MC shouts back, sitting firmly on the ground. Deuce is startled by the force of her words but stands his ground.

“It’s for your own good! Kids need exercise!” Or at least that’s what Cater told him before going to light music club.

“You can’t move me an inch!” MC retorts.

“I’m older, you should respect your seniors,” Deuce adds, doing his best to retain some level of patience.

“At least I know where chickens come from!” she rebuttals and Deuce feels at a loss for words. It is certainly not honour student behaviour to yell at a young girl but the first year is at his limits. He came to NRC to learn about magic, not dealing with children!

“Let’s play tag,” Jack suggests. Being the only one with little siblings, he is quickly enlisted to help. While disappointed in Deuce and Ace’s carelessness, he didn’t want to risk MC’s safety by leaving her in their care. Thus making him a reluctant member of the babysitting team.

“Tag?” MC echoes before a bright smile forms on her face. “Can it be teams?”

“Sure,” Jack agrees nonchalantly.

“Jack and I are on the same team! We get to chase Deuce and Ace!” she declares gleefully.

“Huh? I didn’t agree to this,” Ace interjects.

“We need even teams!” MC responds with puffed cheeks.

“Too bad, so sad!” Ace replies without remorse.

“This is our fault Ace. Plus we promised the headmaster to take care of her. As Heartslabyul students and men, we can’t go back on our words!” Deuce declares. Jack’s firm gaze and Deuce’s blazing spirit give little room for negotiation and Ace sighs in defeat. Ace really does hate alchemy class from the bottom of his heart.

Adventure 6: Idiots, all of them

MC closes her eyes and enjoys the breeze while resting. Deuce and Jack had gone to the cafeteria to get drinks for everyone after several rounds of tag while Ace lay on the ground to catch his breath. It was quite entertaining to see the fastest first years engage in a game of tag and even more fun to watch Ace try to avoid his inevitable fate. Agile as he was, Ace couldn’t run fast enough to outdo Jack with his insane stamina and speed. She giggles at the memory.

“Bonjour petite princesse!” Rook looks down at the little girl with a shining smile. Her eyes snap open and follow the source of the cheerful voice.

“Isn’t it delightful to see a new side to your friends? Like escorting someone on their first dance, like watching a lazy lion transform into a beast for the sake of the hunt, like observing night flox bloom under a full moon!” Rook beams but MC merely shrugs in response.

“Yeah but I’ve also seen Ace fall off his broom, Deuce compliment plants, and Jack mistake onions for a chemical leak.”

“Oh? Is it not like having several princes tend to you?” he inquires.

She scrunches her nose in thought before replying, “If my prince got stuck in a tree and I had to go save him.”

“Dear me, and I thought you were une petite princesse mignonne [1]! Perhaps that was a misunderstanding,” Rook remarks though he doesn’t seem displeased with the discovery.

Adventure 7: Mandatory nap

“Let’s go to the infirmary,” Ace suggests, “MC needs a nap and it’s the closest building with beds.”

“I’m the one that needs a nap?” she asks while side-eyeing her tired friend.

“She hasn’t even run for 3 hours,” Jack comments.

“Kids need naps! Plus, who knows what the side-effects of the potion are?” Ace adds, “We shouldn’t take any chances with her health.”

“You do need proper sleep to grow strong!” Deuce concurs.

“Sure, sure,” she concedes. When they arrive at the infirmary, there is no staff in sight. Ace guides her to a bed with an expectant smile.

“Well, go to sleep now!” Ace announces.

“It doesn’t work like that. I’m not sleepy,” she responds.

“Just lie in bed and close your eyes!” Ace insists with a huff.

“Shut up. You’re so noisy,” a voice growls. Leona appears on the other side of a room divider. Jack lets out a sigh, disappointed but not surprised by his dorm leader.

“I was having such a nice nap and now I’m… hah?” His sentence trails off as he eyes the little girl before him.

“Well,” you launch into an explanation of what happened, Leona shooting a judgemental look towards Deuce and Ace midway, before concluding, “It should wear off by the end of the day.”

“Tch, what an annoyance. I’m going back to sleep, don’t be loud,” Leona warns before flopping back onto the bed.

“How do you fall asleep so fast?” MC inquires. Leona glares at her, lips pressed together to form a thin line, but he lets any threats die in his throat.

“It’s nap time. Count sheep like a good herbivore until you fall asleep,” he instructs before turning his back towards the group. More than she’d like to admit, her small body requires rest and what better excuse than this? Besides, it’s not like magical history homework was particularly appealing, so she plops onto the bed to rest.

“I’m exhausted. Taking care of kids is tiring,” Ace says before falling onto another bed.

“It’s been a long day. I’m glad MC is okay, though. Haaah…I’m sleepy,” Deuce murmurs before resting on a different bed. Jack doesn’t comment but quietly begins his homework while keeping watchful eye on the little girl, not that he’d admit it if asked.

Adventure 8: The End. For now, anyway

She stretches after waking up, pleased to find her body back to its normal size. Ace snores lightly, Deuce’s mouth is agape, and Leona is nowhere to be found.

“Are you feeling okay?” Jack asks.

“Yeah, I actually feel pretty good!” Their conversation awakens their friends.

“You’re finally back to normal! I’m relieved,” Deuce interjects.

“You’re a lot of work for a minion, ya know? You’re lucky I’m so great,” Grim comments.

“That was a pain! You owe me big time!” Ace adds. MC shakes her head and wonders if she has the greatest or most chaotic friends.

[1] une petite princesse mignonne = a cute little princess

#writing Rook and Deuce are hard #Rook is so extra #and Deuce's speech pattern is something I'm not used to #hope you enjoy #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #deuce spade #ace trappola #leona kingscholar #jack howl #rook hunt #cater diamond #trey clover #wow I cannot believe this is 2K

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shoyoluvrr · 4 years

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Platonic Class 1-A x reader where she’s hit with a de-aging quirk and becomes a toddler and they realize that the badass reader was actually bullied as a child and just never let her emotions show? Tweak if you want booboo! Have fun and Thanks~

a/n : ahhh i like this idea a lot lol tyty

summary : in the middle of training with another class y/n is hit and becomes a toddler, which sparks them to relive some bad memories and until they can figure out how to fix it the rest of class 1-a is supposed to watch them. what could go wrong?

pairing : platonic class 1-a x reader

word count : +1k

warnings : fluff, angst, light cursing, possible trigger warning

The students were buzzing with excitement as Aizawa was about to tell them what they were going to do in training today.

“Settle down.” Aizawa looked as tired as ever. His voice was raspy. “Today we’re going to do some combat training-”

Groans were heard throughout the classroom. No one liked combat training, except you of course. It was your specialty and the whole class knew that. And let’s be real, no one likes getting their ass kicked.

“I’m not finished. We’ll be training with Class 1-B. So let’s go.”

Once again, Aizawa’s words were met with groans. It was going to be a long day.

You got up from your seat, following the class to the gym. You smiled to yourself. It was going to be another easy day of training. You couldn’t wait to put those class 1-b assholes in their places, more specifically Monoma. A fire ignited inside you and nothing was going to stop you from being the beating everyone in today’s combat training. Your class watched as you a fiery spirit surrounded you. They knew how you were and gave you space. Out of everyone in the class, they were most intimidated by you. You didn’t really talk to anyone in the class. Your silence rivaled Todoroki. You weren’t at U.A. to make friends, only to become a hero, and no one would get in your way.

Training went on just like you expected. You had beaten everyone you’ve faced. It was no surprise. The class watched as you defeated opponent after opponent, tearing apart Class 1-B. But you didn’t show any sign of superiority. That’s what made it worse. You knew you were good, maybe even the best, but contrary to popular belief you didn’t like to gloat. You just didn’t see the point of it. Unlike some other students.

Training was coming to an end and you faced one of your last opponents. You didn’t know their name and you weren’t going to make an effort to learn it now. You readied yourself and so did the person across from you. They charged at you, throwing a punch, but you dodged, studying their form. It was sloppy but strong. It was now your turn to take them out. You launched at them, kicking their side. Within almost seconds of making contact with their stomach, a beam released from them. Sometimes using quirks, was just a reflex and it seemed like this was one of those instances. Everyone’s eyes turned to the fight, as the beam shot at you. Almost blinding.

Once the light died down, everyone rushed over to where you were standing. Your opponent backed away, slowly, apologizing. “I’m sorry it was just a reflex. I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”

Aizawa reassured them. “Kid, it’s fine. No one’s hurt-”

“Mr. Aizawa, you might want to see this.”

Everyone’s attention was now back to you. There you stood with big eyes as everyone towered over you.

“Is y/n a-”

“Yeah. I think so”

“Y/n’s a toddler.”

You began to grow nervous as everyone starred at you. It wasn’t something you were very comfortable with. Your eyes began to swell with tears. Their eyes piercing your skin, a feeling you were familiar with. Your lip quivered with fear as the rest of your body trembled. Almost as if it was reflex, you began wailing. Tears pouring out of your eyes. As Aizawa reached his arms to pick you up, your body jerked back in response. Your arms were raised to cover your face. Aizawa flinched as he realized what this meant.

By this time Class 1-B had already left, leaving just you and the rest of Class 1-A. And after speaking with the student who left you like this, he learned that you would only last an hour or so in this form. Which was a relief, but that still meant you were going to be a toddler for an hour, and frankly, Aizawa wasn’t qualified to be a babysitter, let alone a teacher.

As you continued to cry, your classmates tried their best to you entertained. Momo made some baby rattles. But you refused to touch them. You only sat with your legs close to your chest as you watched your classmates stare. And anytime anyone tried to touch you, you would flinch. So after Uraraka had made an attempt to pick you up, and you only began to cry, even more, Aizawa pulled the rest of the class aside and had come up with a plan, leaving you in the middle of the gym.

“I think by now you’ve all noticed y/n is uncomfortable whenever you make attempts to touch them.” The class nodded in response. “Now, I need to go talk to principal Nezu, so you will all need to watch y/n for the time being. I’m leaving the class president in charge.”

As Aizawa left, the class turned to Iida. “I think it would be in our best interest to have the students who feel more comfortable watching kids take care of y/n. So Bakugou I think you should sit this one out.”

Kaminari snickered at the comment leaving Bakugou mad. “WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I’M NOT GOOD WITH KIDS!”

Y/n looked visibly distressed after Bakugou yelled. Your crying intensified as you repeated, “Please don’t hurt me.”

The class glared at Bakugou, who began to walk away. “Alright, alright I get it.”

Uraraka walked towards you slowly. “Hey, it’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you.” Her voice was soft. It melted away the pain and you relaxed.

Momo was also by her side, and a few other students were there as well. You looked up at them with big eyes. The tears had stopped and you unfurled yourself. You were now sitting with your legs crossed and watched Koda call over birds. Their chirps welcomed you and Momo even made some bird food. Your frown had softened into a smile as you played with other animals Koda befriended.

By now you had all left the gym and were now in Uraraka’s arms. You were all sitting in front of the school on the grass. The students were trying their best to keep that smile on your face. This was the first time they had genuinely seen you smile like that. They were surprised when they first saw you smile with the birds. But now you seemed less tense as you crawled out of Uraraka’s arms. They all made sure you didn’t wander too far. You began walking over to Ojiro and picked up his tail. Ojiro flinched. He lifted his tail as you held on. You giggled as he swung you around. Now, this was new, around the class you only had a few emotions and even then you barely showed them. Laughter, especially, wasn't one of them.

Your classmates as you began to play with the others. You suddenly began to open up and grew more curious as the day passed, whether it was playing with Kirishima's spiky hair or Jirou’s earphone jacks. You showed the class a new side of you that you didn’t expect to ever show.

Another hour passed and Sero was now teaching you how to make origami cranes with his tape. Your little hands struggled to follow him, as he delicately folded the paper. But you managed to make a few, with the help of Todoroki, of course. After making a few, Uraraka used her quirk to make them float. You watched them dance above you. Your eyes filled with wonder as an even bigger smile adorned your face. The class watched proudly as you chased the paper cranes.

The running, however, had made you very tired and you made your way over to Uraraka who was talking to Midoriya. You lightly tugged on Uraraka’s skirt, trying to get her attention. You raised your arms to be held. Uraraka got the message and picked you up, rubbing circles on your back. Your eyes slowly closed as you buried yourself in her arms.

Your classmates all let out a collective sigh as they walked back into the classroom. You were asleep as Aizawa entered the classroom. It was only an hour another for you to be a toddler. So they all let you sleep until you changed back.

You opened your eyes to the sight of your classmates gathered around you. You sat up in your seat. “What happened?” You rubbed your eyes.

“It’s a long story, but we’re glad to see your alright,” Aizawa said with a small smile.

Your classmates nodded in agreement. They all looked drained as they sat back in their seats. Now it was their turn to take a nap.

#bnha imagines #class 1a #bnha #mha

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☆Smile For Me Headcanons Pt. 5☆

I finally had enough put together to do another one of these! I was going to do some about Habit and Kamals home life and what living with then would be like so I figured this would also make a good follow up to this imagine I did, so check that out too! (These are all intended to be platonic, but feel free to use your imagination)

{Note: Reader is Flower Kid}

Part. 1 Part. 2 Part. 3 Part. 4 Part. 5 Part. 6

• Habit would be ecstatic if you agree to move in with them and if you're still unsure, Kamal reassures you that he's okay with it.

• "It's a win win situation, kiddo. You get a couple of cool dentist roommates and I get a free babysitter for the green bean over there.

• Kamal works a normal 9-5 as a dental assistant, with Boris only coming into the office for big operations and acting as a sort of part time dentist. Most of Boris' work life is spent at his flower shop.

• You're going to have to go through all of the hurdles that Kamal did when they first moved in together. Kamal is a pretty easy roommate but you're going to have to lay down your boundaries with Boris.

• Boris gets up at 6am every morning and for the first few mornings, he'll wake you up as well. The guy's just an early riser and he probably just wants to have some company. If this bothers you you can let him know early on that what time you usually get up and he can wake you up then instead! Or if you're uncomfortable with that you can just set an alarm...

•Kamal eventually caved in and let him do it after their first few weeks of living together. It makes him feel useful.

• Are you okay with his face being the first one you see every day? If you say yes, he has a few interesting ways of waking the two of you up.

• His methods usually unfold in this order: He's very gentle at first, simply nocking on your door and calling your name. After that, he'll step inside and gently shake your shoulder. It can go two different ways from there.

•If you at least respond a little bit, even whining that you're to tired to get up, he'll leave and come back with Pabit. Geting the puppet up in your face and using it to encourage you to wake up, making it act comically angrier and angrier if you continue to stay in bed.

• If you refuse to acknowledge Boris altogether after he shakes your shoulder, by rolling over or covering up your head. He'll make a big show of counting to five and if you still ignore him, you're gonna get tickled until you agree to get up.

• If after all of that, you're still unable to get up, Boris will ask, "Do you need some help?". You nod sleepily and he smiles, "Alrighty then! :-)" Then he'll gently pick you up, carry you out and set you at the kitchen table. You can usually do the rest from there.

• He goes through the same processes with Kamal. On the mornings you manage to wake up before Kamal does, you might get to hear the sound of pleading laughter coming from his room after Boris goes in to wake him up, followed by his limp body being carried out and sat at the table with you. Some mornings Boris has to carry the both of you out of bed

• I just love the mental image of Boris cheerily eating his breakfast as you and Kamal sit half asleep on either side of him. You're just barely keeping your eyes open and Kamal is face down in his pancakes.

• On another note, Boris has been making breakfast for him and Kamal every morning since he started taking cooking classes and now he gets to cook for you too! Sometimes Kamal has to rush out the door and can't stop to eat but now he doesn't have to feel as bad since you're there to keep him company. (Boris also serves everything in Boris sized portions, so dont feel bad if you can't finish it all)

• After Kamal leaves for work and you and Boris have finished breakfast, Boris will leave to head to his flower shop. If you don't have anything better to do that day, he'll ask if you'd like to come with him.

• It's a short drive but he usually spends a good part of the day tending to all his flowers. It might get a bit boring but you can tell he really enjoys having someone there to talk to. There's also a tv in the small room behind the counter if you wanted to watch something.

• He won't ask you to help but if you offer he'll gladly except, taking it more as an opportunity to teach you about his plants than to have you work around the shop.

• While he does try to hold a schedule of consistency, he's not above closing early if business is slow...or if you can convince him to go get ice cream with you.

• On days where you and Kamal are home alone together, you find that he's not much of a talker. He's usually absorbed in his own hobbies or work that he brought home, but he'd be up to play a board game or watch a movie if you offered.

• When the three of you get to spend the day all home together, Boris would spend it bouncing between you and Kamal looking for something to do or talk about.

• I see him as the kind of guy who never really wants to be alone, even if he's just lounging around his house. Boris craves interaction with others, as much as he can get.

• He'll knock on your bedroom door, leaning around the corner and asking what you're up to. If you brush him off he'll probaby just pout and walk away, coming back a few more times after getting similar responses from Kamal. It's a battle to see which one of you caves first and gives him what he wants.

• If you're the one to give in and invite him to come sit with you he'll take a seat behind you on your bed, focusing intently on whatever you're doing, for the first few minutes at least.

• If you still manage to ignore him even when he's sitting right behind you, he'll get a bit finicky. Taping his fingers against the top of your head, hugging you from behind, humming a little tune or....squishing your cheeks around? no wait... yeah, he's feeling your teeth....

• Probably doesn't even realise he's doing it, he's just kind of bored.

• If you want to make him happy, once you and Kamal have finished whatever you were doing, maybe get together and watch a movie. With Boris sitting in the middle so he can hug both of you to his sides.

Aaand there is part 5, hope you enjoyed!

(Headcanon/Imagine requests are open now as well, so feel free to send one in if you want me to write about something specific!)

#Smile for me #boris habit #kamal bora #dr. habit #You and Kamal might look out for Boris #but he certainly does his fair share to take care of the two of you #sfm writing

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talesofsadhuman · 4 years

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words left unsaid: social media au- get to know the characters!!

Reader- grad student (bio) but has to take an english class bc it is a req, and hates it bc she can’t write a paper to save her life. Maybe with a cute professor, she’ll actually try. Works in a lab under Alexander Pierce (he is her grad advisor/supervisor) and also teaches a human anatomy class. Lives with Wanda, Nat, and MJ; loves them to pieces. Likes to bake when stressed out and to destress. Super allergic to dogs and cats but still loves them. If this is how I go, THIS IS HOW I GO. Also, Harry Styles’ #1 fan. Don’t ask.

Nat- grad student (legal studies) why don’t you just got to law school? Because there’s more to this system than to just being a lawyer. does want to be judge just so she can have a gavel. Loves her housemates, esp reader bc she is a cinnamon roll. Has history w buck but they ended on good terms and likes to make him uncomfortable sometimes. Is not ready to settle down and dates a lot but don’t judge her. That’s her job.

Bucky- prof (English) likes books, not people. Is best friends with Steve and Sam although he acts like he loathes Sam. Writes on his spare time. Became a professor bc he didn’t know what else to do with an English degree but wants to do more. Lives with Steve. Has a cute lil cat that he takes with him to class. Not sure if students like him or his cat. Nerds out to Star Wars.

Steve- prof (biochemistry) wins trivia all the time bc he knows so much. Nerd. Best friends with Sam and Buck. Tolerates Tony. Loathes Clint. Voted hottest professor on campus by undergrad girls. Saw the poll. Voted for Bucky, Sam was pissed. He works in a lab near reader so they always see eachother. She goes to his lab one day asking for some material and they strike up a platonic friendship. Will sometimes not go home because he is stuck in his lab.

Tony- professor (electrical engineering and computer science) teaches notoriously difficult class and tortures students all year but passes all of them at the end. Babysitter of clown trio (Bucky, Sam, and Steve). Is happily married to Pepper Potts and has an adorable daughter, Morgan. He befriends undergrad sophomore, Peter, and they tinker with stuff together. Unofficially takes reader under his wing as he helps her create a code to make lab life easier.

Sam- prof (physics) also teaches one of the most difficult classes on campus but is great at teaching it, and is loved by students. Best friends with Steve and Bucky although he’s always fighting with Bucky. Believes he’s the cutest of clown trio and not not down for engaging in shenanigans. Lives with Clint but spends a lot of time at Steve and Bucky’s place. Always drags the boys to bars and events to get them to socialize. Is an enabler.

Wanda- grad student (behavioral psychology) got into psych bc she’s into serial killers. Oddly enough, so are many of her peers. Analyzes her friends’ behavior and calls them out. They love/hate her for it. She’s an instructor for an intro to psych class and also interns at a clinic. Got into behavioral psychology bc she wants to be a behavior analyst. Although she is p responsible, she is an enabler and seeks to provide her friends w cheap thrills

Peter- undergrad student (Computer Science) looks up to Tony and is a giant nerd. He befriend Tony and they tinker together. Volunteers at an animal shelter; sometimes fosters pups and cats. In love with MJ. Tags along with MJ and her house bc they love him. Is super smart and helps everyone around but sometimes, bc he is too good to others, he forgets to take care of himself. Which is where MJ comes and does so.

MJ- undergrad student (psychology) unlike Wanda, MJ is a serial killer. Jk. But reads into people and figures might as well put it to use. Read a lot. Like Wanda, analyzes her friend’s behavior and calls them out. Draws and designs for fun. Can’t go out for shenanigans w housemates bc she’s not of age but doesn’t mind it, she hangs out with peter and they watch movies. Looks up to all her housemates and loves them, esp since they took her in when her original housing fell through. Also, in love with Peter but denies it.

Clint-prof (pe) not actually a prof, more like a coach. Is a giant goof ball, loved by students and surprisingly, very good at yoga. Teaches 5 different courses: Yoga, Archery, Tennis, CrossFit, and swim. His classes are always filled with students who think he’s hot and he’s totally oblivious that they’re flirting with him, he just thinks they’re being nice to him. Total gym bro but still great. Spends a lot of time adventuring but hangs out with the guys as well.

#marvel au #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky au #bucky #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers #natasha romanov #wanda maximoff #clint barton #tony stark #sam wilson #social media au #michelle jones #peter parker #words left unsaid #bucky social media au

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ao3feed-bakusquad · 3 years

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We're Here for You :)

We're here for you :) by thecrustywitch

An extremely short fic where little Kaminari has a nightmare. He texts the groupchat.

Words: 243, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Shinsou Hitoshi

Relationships: Kaminari Denki & bakusquad, Kaminari Denki & Shinsou Hitoshi, (implied) Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual Age Play, Nightmares, Class 1-A Group Chat, Kaminari Denki is a Ray of Sunshine, Kaminari Denki Needs a Hug, Kaminari Denki has a nightmare, Age Regression Little Kaminari Denki, Babysitter Shinso Hitoshi, Platonic nicknames, Pet Names, no beta we die like his friends in his dream

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32245180

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Kaminari #♡#Denki Kaminari #Mina Ashido #Kiribaku #⚡#👽#⚣#R:T #A:Thecrustywitch #Bakusquad #Chat Fic

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( twenty six , cis male , he/him ) ✉ ― hey babes, have you met OMARI JOSEPH. they’re vacationing here, a few villas down from where you’re staying. you might hear COMFORTABLY NUMB BY PINK FLOYD playing from their villa, it’s their favourite song. yes, they hear that they look like AVAN JOGIA alot, actually - it’s really uncanny. their friends back home in SEDONA, ARIZONA say that if they were on a tv show, their trope would be THE BROKEN ACE , how funny is that? ✎ sammy , twenty two , he/him , eastern .

hello mtv ! welcome back ! wow , these things really come at you fast huh ? this is my third child , omari , ready to cause more drama than you’ve ever imagined .

believe it or not , but omari was not always this way . and by ‘ this way ’ , i mean crass , unmotivated , aggressive , desperate . i suppose i’m getting a little too ahead of myself , so let me start from the beginning .

from the minute he was born , his mother knew she had just gifted the world someone really , really special . didn’t know how , or why , but she did .

childhood was relatively normal for kids attending the same schools : hang out , party , record music , make beats & act like you were the next best thing . the usual .

part - time job in retail since his mother wanted him to be independent from the start , instilling the simple fact in him from young : no one could ever have your back like you do .

life was actually pretty fucking good . well .. until he turned sixteen . this prominent age , path to adulthood was supposed to be normal , quickly turned out to be anything but .

a careless upload to soundcloud on the night of his birthday serves as an easy present to himself , months of hard work & layering non - stop vocals . what he’s unaware of , however , is the power of technology .

his first official song , good control , garnished tons of traction overnight , crowning him to be an overnight sensation . bigger than he could ever imagine .

little did he know , this was just the beginning . slowly but surely , his life transitioned : endless moves , countless meetings , acquiring proper staff for his team , recording eps , promoting albums , tours , production deals . . the whole nine . with progress comes backlash & this is where things get interesting .

male had seen instances where scandals , gossip & the mere pressure can have an immense impact on someone’s career . he vowed to never be that person .. until he was .

trouble with police , alleged violence against fans , counts of careless driving & drug possession , probations , violations . too much to revive his career .

it's what they fail to mention during those etiquette classes , how people will purposely & maliciously go out of their way to fuck up your reputation .

usually any press is good press in his eyes , though his manager fails to see the exact vision .

that’s why he’s here at the resort for the second time in his life ( though the first wasn’t under such circumstances ) , per request of his mother & useless management , forced to find & face his issues before returning back home . if there’s miniscule to no changes come time to record his highly - anticipated fourth album .. bye bye career .

problem is : is that what he wants ? or what he’s most afraid of ?

summary : he’s the obnoxious , rockstar piece of shit that y’all voted for . he’s not nice at all , sarcastic , boyish charm to make you hate him even more . overall bad , bad person .

headcanons / aesthetics :

messy room . prefers to be alone . hates being confined to one area for long periods of time . usually sarcastic , the utmost fluffy . ultimate wish is to lay in bed and do absolutely nothing . naps are vital . couple doodles here & there , creativity is essential to every fiber of his lifestyle . eye bags . tiredness at the very break of dawn . always has music playing . usually spends the night looking up at the stars , erases all of his thoughts . feels best when someone genuinely sees past his fame . softly wild hair , thanks wind . comfortable & easy accessible clothing . never fully buttons any shirt . pure gold jewels wrapped around his fingers .

wanted plots :

[ 1 / 1 ] publicity stunt : it wouldn’t be fame if there weren’t any of these . give me either : current one , past one that ended sour ? possibilities are endless here .

[ 0 / 1 ] best friend : everyone needs that one person to keep them sane throughout everything . this person is the only person who understands him , who knows him , and who is safe from his wrath .

[ 0 / 1 ] undercover babysitter : lmao okay , so i was thinking that his manager got in contact with this person & asked them to watch over him . but , of course , be discreet about it .

+ other honorable mentions :

best friends , exes , exes to lovers , friends to lovers , lovers to enemies , acquaintances , platonic friendships , friends with benefits , slow - burn relationship , forbidden love , secret relationship .

#villasintro #just smile n wave boys .#smile n wave .

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queen-of-my-goofball-army · 4 years

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Hazbin Hotel OC

Hey guys!! I’m back and fully recovered for the most part but I made some new friends so I wanted to talk about my new character that I made. I love this show probably way more than I should and since Addict came out yesterday I decided to redesign my OC.

Appearance: Estelle is a white fox demon, she has bright blue eyes like she had in life. In life she was petite and usually had to stand on a ladder in order to get something from the top shelf. It was either that or Angel had to be the one that helped her get it down for her. He was a regular in her shop since they grew up together when he accidentally hit her upside the head with a soda can after she had been thrown into the trash. She has marks on her throat from when she was gripped there harshly by her deceased mafia husband. She wears a chefs hat over her ears and is usually found working hard in the kitchen if she’s not playing cards or comforting Angel.

Death Backstory: After Angel Dust overdosed and left her behind she quickly found herself slowly sinking. Her bakery was losing clientele because her sweets had gone downhill after a rival shop opened across the road. She had lost her purpose in life. Maybe that’s why she had agreed to marry the local mafia boss in Little Italy. She had agreed to the proposal to save her shop. Even though it was the 20’s she had always been as Angel had lovingly called her “different” she didn’t get engaged by the normal sexual things. In fact, she was openly repulsed by them. Every time Angel did a sex lecture she would only listen to him partially. At first, she thought that the marriage would be fine since he still had his mistresses and she didn’t think that he would ever want sex from her. She was naive and of course he eventually got interested in it with her. She remembered a lecture that Angel had given her about consent if she had ever been forced into sex. She grabbed the closest thing that she could to his head, a lamp and just went crazy on him. Accidentally, he was murdered by her and since it was the 20’s nobody believed her when she had said the truth that he would’ve raped her if she hadn’t done anything. She was hung and sent to hell for her crimes against humanity.

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school? Her best subjects were math, astronomy and home economics. She was always a master at figuring out puzzles so math came more easily to her than it did to most of her classmates. The stars had always fascinated her and Angel would take her to the tops of the rooftops of New York where you could see the stars for miles around. Home economics was her favorite because she could bake for a class. She had always been a lover of baking and even though not everything turned out perfectly she still found a lot of success with the artform.

B: Do they have any allergies? She isn’t allergic to anything that she knows of. She did make a lot of sweets that were allergy friendly was one of the first to be able to do so.

C: Can they swim well? She is an incredible swimmer; it used to be one of her favorite things when her and Angel were kids. (Of course he was a piece of shit whenever she was nervous and would give her a push forward that was his job).

D: How do they react to being flirted with? She’s actually used to it since Angel has been jokingly flirting with her despite women not being his cup of alcohol.

E: How are they with children? In life, Estelle had a lot of siblings she was the go to babysitter when Angel didn’t need her for anything which was rare. She loved her family even if often she wasn’t understood by them. It was a little bit trickery for a lot of people that weren’t her best friend to understand her.

F: What’s one thing they’re really bad at? If I were to label one thing that she’s really bad at it’s probably going to be directions. She gets lost really easily if she doesn’t have somebody walking around with her. Angel always had to be the more alert one of the two of them especially if it was late at night. He wouldn’t let anybody hurt his best girl not while he was around.

G: How do they flirt? If she were to flirt it would probably be very sheepish compliments. The only person that she could ever flirt genuinely with was Angel though that might be all the couple pet names talking.

H: What is their deadly sin? Her deadly sin would be gluttony. She has always had a really slim figure, something that her best friend has always been jealous of since her diet has a lot of sugary stuff involved.

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves? On a scale of one to ten Estelle probably loves herself at a three. She has a lot of self doubt that manifested itself into her being a shell of who she used to be. Being forced to have sex wasn’t something that she had ever been planning to do. It wasn’t until she saw Angel again and learned that he had to go through the same thing that it suddenly dawned on her. She’s not alone, she never really has been. She’s been immensely blessed to have the most amazing best friend in the entire world. He helps get her back on her feet and gain that confidence that he’s always seen in her.

J: What’s their sense of humour like? Her sense of humor is rather wordy. She loves puns and making jokes about the wacky antics around her. She is also super sarcastic which is a side of her that really only Angel knows well.

K: How do you know when you’ve upset them? She shuts down, it’s hard to get a reaction of anything out of her. She’s broken up inside about a lot of things that have happened to her in her life that once Angel hugs her tightly to him and tells her that everything will be okay she believes him. He’ll always have her back. It's something that she has grown to love him like a brother for.

L: What is their favourite board game? Her favorite board game is actually anything that she can play with cards. As kids one of the first things that her and Angel started to really get into was war and the stakes were salt water taffies in their favorite flavors (He would almost always win and split them with her anyways giving her tips on how to do better next time).

M: What is their favourite dessert? This is the hardest question in the world but if she were to have a desert island dessert it would probably be struffoli. It’s donut holes dunked in honey and powdered sugar. Her family growing up was of Italian descent and when she met Angel she fully accepted that part of her life.

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast? Usually it’s a freshly made something that she made that morning whether it be a bagel or a croissant and a cup of hot chocolate.

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out? For Angel to fully abandon her for the sake of Cherri. She has gotten used to having her around, in fact they are so different from each other that they are surprisingly close.

P: How do they handle money? She handles money extremely well because she had to kickstart her own business because her parents wouldn’t help her out.

Q: Are they patient? She has had to be the patient one between her and Angel for the entirety of their friendship. He is always the first to get irritated by what’s going on around him and she’s always had to be the one that pulled him back from doing something stupid. The one time she wasn’t there he overdosed and she hadn’t been able to see him in the hospital.

R: What are their hands like? Her hands are small and usually covered with flour because it’s really hard to get her to take a break.

S: How stealthy are they? She is not stealthy at all mostly because she’s almost always humming something under her breath. Cherri got her into 80’s music once she arrived in hell and everything changed for her after that.

T: Where are they ticklish? She is immensely ticklish which is her curse once she arrives in hell and finds that Angel has become a spider with arms to torment her with.

U: What’s their voice like? Her voice is usually quiet unless she gets really frustrated with something that isn’t turning out right in the oven.

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them? The easiest way to annoy her is to pinch her cheeks. They’ve always been huge and her best friends have never let her forget it.

W: Can they dance? She can dance, she was amazing at the charleston but her dance skills are a little bit last century as Cherri loves to tease.

X: What’s their most petty little secret? Her most petty little secret was her initial jealousy of Cherri once she arrived in hell. Mostly because she was so much like Angel and thought that she wasn’t needed anymore.

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to? Why her husband wanted to be married to her when he could’ve had anybody that he wanted quite literally.

Z: How do they sleep? She sleeps very rarely because she doesn’t technically need it but Angel always makes her sleep when he’s with her. She feels protected around him and trust me when I say that he isn’t letting anything get to her ever again.

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? She does sleep with stuffed animals once she arrives in hell and Angel saw that she didn’t have any here he got her some so that she could feel more comfortable.

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child? Once she arrives in hell she gets a cat companion the same day that Angel finds Fat Nuggets.

Ask them to describe their love interest. Estelle doesn’t have a love interest. I decided to give her a found family love instead of having to force her into a romantic relationship because platonic love is just as important as romantic.

Do they look good in red? She looks good in just about everything but she does have a flowy red top that Angel bought her that she loves

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! She would give a speech to Angel about how being broken in the same way doesn’t have to be a bad thing. They understand each other better than they ever could have when she was alive.

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is? She will always confide in her best friends first they get first priority. She will never take advice from her ex-husband or Valentino (he gets his ass kicked once she meets him)

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themselves in three words. I would describe her as immensely kind, snarky and a lover of everything that is her best friend’s. She would describe herself as a good listener, a bit broken but still beautiful and an amazing baker but that’s things that she starts to believe after reuniting with Angel.

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)? She empathizes with a lot of her books that she keeps in her at home library.

What age do they most want to be right now? She mostly is happy with where she is, but she has her two best friends and who can complain about that legitimately?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save? Spend it on something for her friends there’s not even a second thought going through her head. Her second idea is to make improvements to her shop with what’s left over.

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)? She does love romance just not the one that she got. She can be found crying every time she watches Painted Veil and Angel just hands her a box of tissues.

Name one thing their parents taught them. Her parents weren’t around for a good percentage of her life but they did teach her that hard work is extremely important a little bit too well considering that she rarely ever takes breaks.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? They would agree with that term because she does love things that wouldn’t be loved by other people, mostly crappy B movies that she watches with Angel just to laugh at something.

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work? To her lazy days are a waste of time but she grows to love them once she becomes friends with Angel. He shows her that taking time off from constantly trying to work herself to death. Taking days where you can do nothing but laugh and joke around it’s perfectly healthy.

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear? They would probably own more cute dresses that expressed her femininity more. At the moment it’s a skirt over leggings with a cute hoodie.

Do they like children? She does love children!! It’s just she doesn’t want to be in a relationship at the moment.

Kissing: tongue or no tongue? At the moment she’s pretty kiss adverse except for the platonic cheek kisses that her and Angel have.

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews? She was a practicer before job interviews when she was alive and she did always study before tests too because she could never be too careful.

What do they like that nobody else does? Hmm there isn’t really anything that I could think of to answer this question. I think that between her, Angel and Cherri they have most everything in common.

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw? It would take a lot to eventually break up with somebody but as soon as they tried to force her into sex that was a big no-no for her.

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to? She does actually love pet names but mostly the platonic ones that her and Angie have. Sweetheart, hun, doll face, and eventually spider-babe and foxy.

Stability or novelty? Stability would be the way that would comfort her the most.

Safety or possibility? She loves feeling safe and Angel makes her feel safer than most anybody out there.

Talent or effort? Talent is the best way to go and she’s talented at a lot of things.

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)? Forgiveness she would forgive just about anybody except for her bastard of an ex-husband

Would they date a fixer-upper? She would date a fixer-upper but she isn’t currently interested in seeing anybody.

#oc #Hazbin Hotel #Angel Dust

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ao3feed-dadzawa · 4 years

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Can't Hear the Fireworks of Your Art

Can't Hear the Fireworks of Your Art by cereal whore

Bakugou's hearing is slowly deteriorating due to the constant usage of his quirk within close hearing proximity, and his body's inability to compensate for its irreversible damage.

Everyone else (except for shinsou because he's technically not a part of the class, and the class collectively shares a single brain cell with every rat that lived during the black plague): hol y sh ti hes dyinGg

Or: Bakugou literally disappears for one day, and returns to an entire conspiracy spawned by his class's emotional inability to properly and healthily communicate their thoughts (and to no one's consent, especially his own, Bakugou accidentally ends up making friends).

Words: 99393, Chapters: 13/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Class 1-A, Utsushimi Camie

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Class 1-A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Bakugou Katsuki, platonic relationships are my relationshits, Bakugou Katsuki & Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Utsushimi Camie, Bakugou Katsuki & Shinsou Hitoshi, bakusquad - Relationship, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Deaf Bakugou Katsuki, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, iida stress bakes, Bakugou Katsuki-centric, once ur friends with bakugou ur stuCk in his unofficial hAREM nOW suCkeR, Hard of Hearing Bakugou Katsuki, bakugou's emotional constipation, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, bakugou screams but aizawa screams louder, bakugou: a sUPER unreliable narrator, mina solves her problems with a metal bat, Chaotic Evil, Medical Inaccuracies, Watch Todoroki Get His Ass Handed to Him [NOT CLICKBAIT], uraraka fears no god other than Herself, i reply with stan twitter culture slang and im sorry yeehaw, tokoyami going to beat someone's ass with his mcr album i love him, mitsuki has 'older-sister-as-unwilling-babysitter' energy; aka sketchy parent w best intentions

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13421247

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♦#Aizawa Shouta #Bakugou Katsuki #R:T #A:Cereal #Dadzawa #Disability AU #Mental Illness

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6rookie-writer0110 · 4 years

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Johnny Cash said go to Williamsburg

platonic GOT cast X Male reader

Request - Ok good I was just asking if you would cause I wanted to ask for the platonic GOT cast X Male reader (au happy ending with Dany alive and good) being one of Dany's dragons but this one can talk and he had to do the CGI and all that and it was really fun like Benedict Cumberbatch in hobbit and his character is sassy from time to time and during an interview they showed all kinds of bloopers with the dragon trying on different accents and famous voice impersonations and dancing on his hind legs(1)

2) the reader is around 20 and his kid was born during highschool and the reader has a great talent at drama class and is the comedian of the group and he doesn't go to a lot of interviews and during one they see his shirt which has in big words world's best daddy and has glitter

You rarely do interviews because you want to keep your personal very private. You agree to do a cast interview on the show Late Night with Seth Meyers.

You left your son with the babysitter and you have to do an interview with your co-stars. You see you co-Stars all dressed fancy while you have on a shirt in big words world's best daddy and has glitter.

”Wow, Y/N,” Emilia said.

”Everyone looks amazing!” You cheerfully said.

”Why you didn't tell us you are a dad and why you didn't dress up?” Lena said.

”I really don't like to dress up. And I promised my son, I would we're the shirt he made me” You said.

”Oh, Y/N that is so damn adorable,” Emilia said.

”Soon, everyone will meet him,” You said.

You sit between Kit and Peter. Seth asked questions about the show and the characters etc.

”Y/N, who made you that shirt?” Seth asked.

”My son, he is really into art. He is a toddler and he is shy and clingy” You said.

”Does your son knows what his father does for a living?” Seth asked.

”I told him I play a dragon, he starts to touch my face and he laughs and said no,” You said and everyone laughed.

”That is cute,” Kit said.

”Any other stories?” Seth asked.

”I really don't need an alarm clock, because he always wakes up early. He will lie on top of my face suffocate me and he starts to giggle” You said.

Everyone starts to laugh again. Seth showed bloopers of the cast. You do CGI for one of Daenerys Targaryen’s dragons. In the video, you are next to Emilia and you start to different accents and she starts to laugh. Next, you forget your lines and Emilia made you laugh. Then you start to dance and Emilia and Kit try to copy your dance moves but couldn't.

✧ ✯ ✧ ✫

You didn't go to work today because you wanted to spend the day with your son because it's his birthday. You invited his friends to the party and the theme is Spiderman. You watch your son try to make friends but he runs to you. And you picked him up.

”You don't want to play with them?” You asked.

He shakes his head no and he gives his face on your shoulder. Emilia arrived with gifts and Kit has on a Spiderman costume. He points at them and you smiled.

”Happy birthday, Bobby. Look who came to visit!” Emilia said with a smile.

”Happy birthday, Bobby! I'm glad your father told me about your birthday” Kit said.

Bobby starts to smile and he wants Kit to hold him.

”Now go have fun with Spiderman,” You said.

You hugged Emilia and she gave you the gifts.

”Thank you, for you and Kit coming to the party,” You said.

”I bought him dinosaur toys and a kid's book of Spongebob,” Emilia said.

”He will love it. Come, I will grill food for you” You said.

”I will love that because I really need to eat something,” Emilia said.

Later, you took many pictures of your son with everyone. You are really happy that Kit and Emilia made your son happy. Bobby won't leave Kit’s side because he thinks Kit is the real Spiderman.

Everyone starts to sing happy birthday and he hides his face on your arm. Kit took the pictures of you and Bobby together.

✧ ✯ ✧ ✫

You still don't do a lot of interviews like your co-stars. But they watched your interview with Ellen DeGeneres.

”Y/N, how did you get into acting?” Ellen asked.

”It started in high school, I would never miss drama class. I felt happy making people laugh and I always loved to put a show. When my son Bobby was born, I gave up acting for a little bit. Because taking care of a newborn was extremely hard for me” You said.

”Did Kit really dressed up as Spiderman, for your son’s birthday?” Ellen asked.

You don't post a lot of pictures of your son on Instagram if you do you cover his face. Emilia posted a picture of kit wearing the Spiderman costume. And she wrote; Happy birthday Bobby! 🎂🎉😊😙

”Yes! And all-day he didn't want to leave Kit’s side so now Bobby has a new father” You said

Everyone laughed along with you. While talking to Ellen she scared you two times and you ran off stage and she can't stop laughing.

✧ ✯ ✧ ✫

Your co-stars went to San Diego Comic-Con, but they think you won't be there.

Before going to comic con, you go to Party City store with your son. You and Bobby walk around trying to decide what to wear.

”Any ideas, what I should wear?” You asked him.

He points at the picture on the wall.

”Iron First!” He cheerfully said.

You high five him.

”Good choice. Do you want to be Batman?” You asked.

”I want to be Batman. Dad, can I get Pokemon cards and candy?” Bobby asked.

”Yea, you can. Let's go tell the staff to get out costumes” You said.

Bobby high five you again.

Finally, arriving at Comic-Con you spend time with your son and you bought stuff for him and yourself. You see your cast on the panel, you and Bobby get on and he has the mic.

”Hello! and my dad love's you guys and has a surprise for you,” Bobby said.

You take off your mask and Bobby does the same. Everyone started to cheer and go crazy. You get the mic and you pick up your son.

”We are glad to be here and this my son Bobby,” You said.

”Hi!” Bobby yelled into the mic.

You hugged your friends and they hugged Bobby too. You answer questions about your character and about Dany too. Bobby is sitting on your lap and he waves at people.

Later, you take pictures with the fans and they are very happy to meet you. Bobby would photobomb every picture you take with everyone. They didn't mind he photobomb the pictures.

Much later, you go to a cafe shop with your friends. You are still wearing your costume and Bobby too.

”I’m going to pay, so tell me what you all want,” Peter said.

”I want a medium caramel mocha,” You said.

”Me too!” Bobby said too loud.

”Bobby, you can't have coffee or ice coffee,” You said.

”Dad, I'm not Bobby. I’m Batman” Bobby tried to mimic Burce Wayne's voice.

Everyone laughed.

”Well, Batman can only have chocolate milk,” You said to Peter.

✧ ✯ ✧ ✫

Your manager told you to go to the 70th Emmy Awards and you said sure. But you had to wear a suit and you said fine. Bobby wasn't supposed to go but the babysitter had to cancel at the last minute.

You don't trust just anyone to watch him. So, you helped put on a suit and he is very happy to go with you to the show. You put on men's cologne

”Dad, spray perfume on me,” Bobby said.

”Its called cologne. Come here and I will show how to put it on” You said.

You showed him to spray it on and he did it.

”Bobby, you don't have to take pictures if you don't want to,” You said.

You are on one knee for eye contact.

”I want to take pictures with you,” Bobby said.

”Okay, let's take pictures together, buddy,” You said.

You and Bobby posed for the paparazzi. You meet up with your friends and hugged everyone. You told them why Bobby came.

While sitting with them, Bobby told you he is hungry. You take out a small packet of apple slices from your blazer. Bobby starts to eat it

”Nick! I have apple here” Bobby said.

He doesn't know how to say Nikolaj properly so he just calls him, Nick.

”Thank you, I like apples,” Nikolaj said with a smile.

He high five Bobby.

”Peter, you want apples?” Bobby asked.

”Of course,” Peter said.

Now he is sharing his apple slices with Nikolaj and Peter.

The show won an Emmy and everyone is on stage. Bobby is holding your Emmy and he waves at everyone.

”Trophies up!” Photographer said.

”Woot! Woot!” Peter said.

”Woot! woot! Yay!” Bobby said.

You did go to the after-party for a bit then went home with Bobby, because he is falling asleep.

#got cast #game of thrones imagine

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fknlivvy · 5 years

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Is that LIV MYERS? Wow, they do look a lot like KAYA SCODELARIO. I hear SHE is a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR who originally attended LUXOR Academy. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be FOOLHARDY and EXPLOSIVE, but on the bright side they can also be LOYAL and JOVIAL. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.

I’m real bad at intros but pls love her anyway??

basics

full name. Liv Annalise Myers nicknames. Livvy height. 5'1" age. 18 birthday. october 31 zodiac. scorpio sexual orientation. bisexual romantic orientation. biromantic languages. english, russian. place of birth. new york, new york hometown. new york, new york siblings. hunter myers parents. jason myers, amelia myers parental involvement. turbulent

about: tw drug use

From a young age, Olivia Myers was starved for attention from her parents. Most of her time growing up was spent with nannies and babysitters- a constant flow of them giving the young girl nothing in the form of guardian stability was something that showed at an early age. Liv would often act out. She would break things, throw tantrums, scream and yell until finally, someone was paying attention to her.

She took up ballet, a form of art her mother was enthralled with, in order to try to gain some sort of pride from the woman but it ultimately left her more hurt as she would often miss recitals and other important events. Olivia only remained attached to the dance because she had grown quite fond of it and it proved to be a bit of a distraction when she was able to get out of the empty apartment she lived in.

Still, her craving for attention continued on into her teenage years though it was more deliberate as she grew older and was introduced more and more into the rich kid party circles. Her dramatic tantrums were replaced with binge drinking and quick highs. Pills she and the other kids she hung out with found in their parent's medicine cabinets. She thought that when she overdosed on a bad batch of extasy it would finally clue her parents into just how much she needed them but instead, they did the opposite and shipped her off to a boarding school so she was no longer their concern.

Olivia is angry and has a tendency to bring that rebellious party girl everywhere with her. Boarding school or not that had become who she is. It was a crutch and she knew it could completely derail the entire plan she had in place for herself but she often felt like she had nothing else.

She’s skeptical when it comes to love of any kind, cynical as hell. It’s hard for her to open up and grow genuinely close with people but once she’s deemed someone worthy, she is fiercely protective of whoever it is. Liv’s parent’s consistent rejection of her continuously makes her question her self worth and whether she’s worthy of any sort of love and affection. She has a terrible habit of sabotaging herself and the relationships she forms pushing away both romantic and platonic friends.

classes

i. Literature (english) ii. Trigonometry (advanced mathematics) iii. Advanced Biology (advanced sciences) iv. Theatre (arts) v. Shakespeare studies (advance english) vi. Advanced psychology (social sciences) vii. Russian (second language) viii. Advanced Ballet (dance)

connection ideas

i. best friend- someone she’s been close to for a while ii. rivals- could be a couple of them liv is stupid competitive. probably another dancer but mostly just someone who pushes her. can be friendly or not iii. exes- 1-2 ex-boyfriends. Could have ended on bad terms or good terms? iv. crush- some liv genuinely has feelings for but is much too in her own head to act on them v. fwb- no strings attached, 3am booty calls kinda thing

I might add more. Honestly open to anything an everything

#luxorintro #intros are hard man

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fandom-meanderer · 5 years

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Best Friends Until the End

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Platonic!Tenth Doctor x Reader

Part: 1/1

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 983 Words

Warnings: None

Other Notes:

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You're an ordinary girl. You go to school, you eat food, you sleep in beds. There's nothing out of the ordinary for you.

You are in 11th grade, just an average student. You're passing all your classes and you don't have too much drama in your life. Every day is the same routine.

Wake up, eat, go to school, eat, come home, eat, homework, then sleep.

And all over again

Then one day something different happened.

A blue police box inside your room. You were confused, but at the same time amazed. It's the only thing different after what felt like a whole lifetime of the same. Your hands run across the wooden box gently. Your hands brush over the handle. You pull it, it doesn't open. But then, you push it. Inside the box was something you hadn't seen before. And in the middle was a man in a blue suit and a trench coat. He held his hand out to you.

"All of time and space, where would you like to go first?" He says to you. You don't respond for a while.

"It's bigger on the inside," You say. Looking around the room. The man smiles.

"(Full Name). Living a mundane life in a mundane town."

"Why me?"

"Well, why not you?" The man asks, tilting his head to the side. There was a strangely pained look in his eyes.

"Excuse me, I'm the Doctor. It was rude of me to not introduce myself."

"Well you already know who I am," You laugh. The Doctor smiles.

"Welcome to the TARDIS!" He suddenly says, his voice bouncing. "Time and Relative Dimension in Space!"

You felt a strange familiarity with how he spoke, you felt like you could trust him.

"She can take us any and everywhere! You just say the word, and we'll go," He says. You run your hand along the console. The TARDIS was buzzing with life.

"Where does she want to take us?" You ask. The Doctor smiles again.

"Why don't we find out?" He says as he presses some buttons and flips a couple of switches. "Allons-y!"

And that was your beginning with the Doctor. All the wild fun and games. The thrills and the on edge moments. Every day was a new adventure. You loved it, you craved it. From the Singing Towers to New New New New New York, everything was better than you could ever imagine. And you loved him. Not in the love-love way, you loved him as a best friend. You could rely on him, you could tell him everything. You owed him so much for coming to your room that fateful night, and one thing was for sure.

Your life was never boring again.

Of course there were the days when he didn't come, and you were subject to your mundane life again. Those days you would revel in your most recent memories with the Doctor, or reminisce in older ones. But you would always look forward to your next adventure.

The years past, your memories with him grew. You remember your wedding day, as you looked to crowd, you saw a familiar blue box at the end of the aisle and your smiling Doctor, leaning against the door. Applauding with all of the others as you exchanged your vows.

You remember when you had a dilemma where you couldn't find a babysitter in time for your kid. And luckily, the Doctor was in the right place at the right time. He was more than happy to watch (him/her).

You remember when he took you to Barcelona, the planet mind you. You absolutely loved the ridiculous looking dogs.

You recall hearing the familiar sounds of the TARDIS ringing in your ears, you child shaking you awake in happiness always exclaiming the same thing, "The Doctor's here! The Doctor's here!" And you would rush out of your bed and hug the alien to death.

Every now and then the Doctor would drop by and just hang out, telling you about his latest excavations and some of his companions. You recall some of them, a young girl named Rose Tyler, a doctor named Martha Jones, and a sassy redhead named Donna Noble. These stories didn't bother you in the slightest, in fact you looked forward to hearing him speak about them, he was so animated when he did, so alive.

And now here you are, lying on your bed. Silently staring at the ceiling. It was time you embarked on a new, different kind of journey. You hear the door open, then close. Someone sits next to you. You couldn't see the person. But you knew who it was. Oh god did you know. You took his hand in yours as you took your final breaths. You said slowly and shakily,

"Go back. Find her. Take her to all of those extravagant places and don't stop. Give her more than a lifetime's worth of experiences to share."

And with that he gave you one last tight squeeze.

"I will. I will."

You smiled softly as you said your last words,

"Allons-y, Doctor."

And with that you closed your eyes, and began your new journey.

The Doctor frowned as he felt your grip loosen. He stands up slowly and leaves the house, giving one last goodbye to (Child’s Name). He walks into the TARDIS and presses a couple of buttons.

"Well, you heard her, girl. Let's go," He says.

He lands the TARDIS in an all too familiar location. He leans against the console and waits for a bit. Finally, the door opens and familiar figure walks in. He smiles.

"All of time and space, where would you like to go first?" He says habitually. He then catches his mistake and is about to say something until the figure speaks up.

"It's bigger on the inside," She says. The Doctor smiles. She never changes.

#Doctor Who #x Reader #Platonic!Tenth Doctor x Reader #Tenth Doctor x Reader #One Shot #Flash Fiction #Doctor Who x Reader

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