#platonic oneshot

[apollowhoo]

could you pleasee do a gravity falls one shot?

so basically Bill Cipher meets the youngest Pines member but they're like 3-4 years old. And basically Bill doesn't know how to react, he's all confused but also in awe. Make it fluff and i know it's going to be hard to write this as canon Bill Cipher so you can ignore if you want <33

Bill Cipher x Child!Reader (PLATONIC)

The forest surroundcing the Mystery Shack was quiet. Somewhere between dimensions, floating lazily, was Bill Cipher, his single eye half-lidded with boredom. His typical schemes to cause chaos were on hold, and for once, he was simply… existing.

That’s when he heard it—a soft giggle, light as a feather. Bill’s eye snapped open, immediately. There, standing among the wildflowers, was a small figure with messy hair, chubby cheeks, and a bright, curious gaze.

The youngest member of the Pines family.

His eye narrows slightly. A little kid, no older than three or four, was staring right up at him. Her tiny hands gripping a stuffed animal that seemed to be some kind of hybrid between a cat and a duck—perfectly nonsensical, just the way Bill liked things.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Bill floated closer, his voice carrying its usual sarcasm. “A little ankle-biter out all alone? Shouldn’t you be with your oh-so-boring family?”

The girl tilted her head, eyes wide and sparkling with the kind of innocence Bill found really weird. She didn't seemed scared. She suddenly reaches out, poking Bill with a tiny finger in pure curiosity.

Bill’s eye widened a little in surprise. Most people who encountered him would either scream, run, or try to strike some ridiculous bargain. But this little human? She just poked him like he was some new toy.

“Hey, hey! Hands off the merchandise!” Bill exclaimed. He wondered, why wasn’t she afraid? Why wasn’t she running? And why, in all his chaotic glory, did he find this child so… interesting?

The child giggled again, a bubbly sound that seemed to echo in Bill’s mind. She pointed at him with her free hand, her other continuing to clutching her stuffed toy close.

“Triangle!” she declared proudly, their voice high-pitched and filled with wonder.

Bill let out a bark of laughter, genuinely amused. “Oh, you’re a smart one, aren’t you? That’s right, kiddo. I’m a triangle, the best triangle you’ll ever meet. Got any other shapes in that little brain of yours?”

The kid smiled. They started babbling, half-formed words about god know what, pointing excitedly as if expecting Bill to just understand them. The demon was used to others feeling fear, but this… this innocent curiosity was something else.

“Alright, kid, slow down,” Bill said. “You think I can just whip up stars and moons like a party trick? You’re talking to Bill Cipher, not some street magician.”

For the first time in… well, forever, Bill felt utterly out of his element. He could outsmart the smartest, scare the toughest, and twist anyone around his finger, but this kid? She just saw him entertainig.

Bill hovered beside them, his eye following them every move. He had cought a small, harmless ball of light, flickering in and out of existence.

“Yeah, yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, kid,” Bill mumbled, though there was no more venom in his voice.

The girl just grinned, leaning her head against his triangular form as if he were just another friend, not a demon with a penchant for chaos. Bill let her, floating there quietly as the sun dipped lower in the sky.

For once, he wasn’t planning anything. No schemes, no deals, no manipulation. Just a strange, peaceful moment with a little human who saw him not as a threat .

And for reasons Bill couldn’t quite fathom, he didn’t mind it one bit.

[pilotingdreammsss]

Pure Vanilla finds random gn child and adopts them. Love your fics btw!

I assume the child is the reader? If not, then please correct me! You didn't make it clear 😅

Pure Vanilla Cookie + Child reader - Drabble + Headcanons˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

"Oh dear... this is no place for a young child such as yourself..."

The cookie's hands gently press against his staff - assessing your wounds - this forest was no place for young dough as yourself! You can't quite remember how long you'd been wandering, with only the clothes on your back and the jellies in your pockets. You'd gotten stuck in a thicket not long into your venture, taking small crumbs out of your dough...

The cookie, one that smelt of warm vanilla, would frown at the scuffs and scratches to your young, still developing dough. You'd only cower under his gaze - was he one of the mean cookies that had razed your village to the ground? The mere thought had begun to bring tears to your eyes.

"Oh - no, little one, don't cry. Here, let me heal your pains."

You flinch as he brings his staff forward, sinching your eyes shut, though nothing happens. If anything, you feel lighter than before. You hesitantly open your eyes again - this time, there's not only him but a larger, more inimidating cookie behind him.

"Pure Vanilla Cookie, who is this?

Pure Vanilla Cookie... that was his name. The name of the nice cookie that had healed your wounds. This cookie was different - large, rigid plates of armor coated his body. A cape draped behind him, along with his long hair. His palette is undoubtedly dark, eyes a stark overwhelming purple. Pure Vanilla Cookie turns to this cookie, and you just barely hold your breath.

"Ah, Dark Cacao Cookie, I met this sweet child all on their own..."

His voice is one of concern, you realise, similar to the villager's voices when the raiders appeared. The blond cookie continues with utmost confidence;

"I do believe this child is in need of shelter, we cannot leave them out here."

You wait in nervous anticipation, as the opposing cookie grumbles, shifts his weight from one foot to another, armor clanging harshly together... brows knitted together in deep thought.

"...We should, yes..."

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Pure Vanilla Cookie as a parent... an ancient cookie, one that has met many young children in his lifetime. He had never quite housed one to raise, so he's admittedly a little nervous when the responsibility falls into his hands. But being the virtue of truth and a natural healer, Pure Vanilla Cookie is patient and nurturing. As he is with all his patients, whatever their age. He knows you're still learning and developing and that he should remain patient in the face of any antics you may find yourself engaged in.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ That being said, does not mean your actions don't have consequences. Pure Vanilla Cookie wouldn't ever dream of hitting or yelling at you. Instead, he opts for a stern talking-to, and if needed, freezes any special privileges you may have had. But only if you're incredibly poorly behaved - Pure Vanilla Cookie recognizes what is worthy of punishment. He doesn't throw things, nor shout nor threaten, he's much too mature for that.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆Once again, he's relatively patient and loving - both through words and through his actions. But if you aren't one to like physical touch, he's more than happy to back away. Pure Vanilla Cookie would never force you to hug anyone, shake anyone's hand, or kiss anyone as greeting. He tries to be as complacent with your boundaries as a child. As you're growing into an adult, you need to know how boundaries work! If someone tries to cross them one too many times, he responds with gentle anger, redirecting them elsewhere... silent seething. Even if he doesn't show it well.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆Sometimes he likes to give you as a responsibility to other ancients. He's not sick of you, no! He just thinks you'll like the scenery to change a little. Whether it's to the snowy Dark Cacao Kingdom, or to the sands of Golden Cheese's... past... Kingdom. It's always a fun day out where you learn unique things about the other kingdoms.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆Conclusively, Pure Vanilla Cookie is an engaged, gentle parent. His nature usually doesn't stray far from it. He's no complete saint, as he does slip up sometimes, but Pure Vanilla Cookie is trying his absolute hardest. He knows how crucial it is to take care of a child whilst it's still in crucial development! General Child-Parent bonding is a frequent occurrence, but it's not only you that benefits, your presence reminds him that he needs to take care of his own needs. Before, he'd sometimes not eaten in a day! Now, he eats with you, all three meals. Who said adopting a child was not mutually beneficial?

A/N: Sorry if this is bad, lol. I can't write children very well because I don't have that much experience... Hope you enjoyed it nonetheless tho (⌒_⌒;)

[rin-tales]

saying "i love you" - corazon x you

in the Donquixote house, there’s no time for romance. meaning it takes quite the upheaval for corazon to say “I love you” (aka how long does it take for him to say it?)

tw: doffy lul

w.c - 2k. not edited

How long it takes: literally says it to establish the relationship, lil bby

Doflamingo was sending you on a suicide mission. You stood, petrified, in one of the many storage rooms in the Donquixote house. This particular place had been one you used countless times. Whether it was to escape from the pressures of your life as a member of the Donquixote family, overcome anxious breakdowns, or participate in thoughtful conversation with someone you had become very fond of, Donquixote Corazon.

Your heart pounded within you, each thump sending another wave of gut-wrenching terror through you. You knew Doffy had planned this on purpose- giving you a mission that would most likely end in your death. He gave you a punishment for the horrible mistake you had made on your last mission. One that had set back the work of the entire family by l weeks.

Your blank eyes stared at the wooden door directly across the room, desperately waiting for that certain man to show up. You knew he would find his way here eventually; he always did. But it was a matter of how long until the awful news reached him. You didn’t even have the energy to cry, the shock of it all sending your body into survival mode instead. Your mind was a battlefield, one half trying to find acceptance in the reality of it, and the other flicking through countless ways to not end up as a sacrifice.

The door slammed open, thudding against the stone wall with enough force that it closed on itself. The shock of it brought forth no reaction from you. Your eyes flickered up to the face of the man who entered- Corazon. A look of anger scrawled across his face, clearly indicating he had heard the news. It instantly changed to one of solemn concern when he took in the sight of your petrified self. Without hesitation, he paced towards you, black feathered cloak billowing behind him.

As if his movement flipped a switch inside of you, you broke free from your frozen state, and took three staggering steps towards him. He fell to his knees just before you, letting you fall into his grasp. His embrace crushed you against him. For the first time since your interaction with Doffy, you felt your breaths quicken, your adrenaline spike, and the utter fear of it all finally hit you like a brick. You buried your head into the feathers on his shoulder, letting out a harsh sob. His arms tightened around you, as if trying to absorb your terror.

After a few long moments of silence, you let out a shaky breath. “Say something,” you begged, trying in vain to keep your voice steady.

He nodded, realizing that he was so overcome with emotion that he forgot to speak. “Silent,” he whispered, snapping his fingers. A purple veil arched over the room, covering the area like a dome. You pulled away from him, but kept close enough to instantly be in his arms again. A small frown donned your face. “It’s a suicide mission…” you trailed off.

“My brother…” he began darkly, sounding like he was about to spew a string of threats. He stared over your shoulder, the horrible things he wanted to do to Doflamingo flashing through his mind. He tensed his jaw, and darted his eyes back to you, forcing himself back to reality. “I refuse to let him hurt you,” he declared.

You shook your head, eyes burning as you tried to keep the tears at bay. “No… I don’t want you to get in trouble. That’s the last thing I need.”

He frowned, “That should be the least of our problems.”

You pursed your lips, not in the best state of mind to argue. You stared at the ground beneath you as your eyes misted over, urging you to break down. You shoved your face into your hands, sobs wracking through you. Cora’s eyes widened, his expression turning to one of partial surprise. His large hands reached for yours, gently pulling them away from your face. He cupped your face, tilting your head up. Your breaths labored as you stared at him with bloodshot eyes, a number of watery tears streaming down your face. He opened his mouth in vain, knowing words would do little to help. He stopped himself when you took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna cry…” You sniffled, “Because one time you said that you’d cry if someone else cries. So if I cry, then you’ll cry, and-” You cut yourself off, taking in his expression.

His eyes softened and a smile slowly turned his lips up. You couldn't help but note how angelic he looked compared to your deranged state. He shook his head, taking his own turn to stare at the ground. “I only cry over people I love,” he spoke, his voice catching in his throat at the end of his sentence. He choked out a loud cough, trying to cover it over.

You only watched him silence, frozen-still by the thousands of questions that simple statement caused. He unclasped his cloak, pushing himself to his feet in one fluid motion. “I’m gonna talk to Doffy,” he stated.

Before you could react, your entire vision was bathed in black. You coughed as a feather found its way into your mouth. He seemingly had dropped his cloak onto you, the weight and size of it now enveloping you. You shoved the fluffy feathers out of your face in confusion. Once your view was clear, you watched as Cora reached the door. He opened it carefully.

“Wait-!” you called, suddenly realizing the danger of having him speak to Doffy about your case. He hesitated for only a moment, but stepped through the door, outside of the silencing barrier.

You let out a saddened noise, but quieted as you saw him move.

He slowly turned to face you, a fragile smile stretched across his face. His hand threw up a peace sign as two thin tears fell down his cheeks. You stood starstruck as his lips moved to mouth three words. “I love you.” Being outside the barrier, the sound of them never graced your ears. The door closed behind him, his cloak dramatically falling from your shoulders in response. Your eyes went as wide as saucers as your heart thumped from inside of you.

Those simple words left you with more questions than before. You both knew you cared for each other. And every interaction you had with him made you wonder if there was something more there. The simple touch of his hand brushing yours. The way his eyes always found yours in the middle of a family meeting. The way he would go out of his way to create an opportunity to speak to you. All of these things and more had you questioning him- wondering if that was simply his caring side, or if there was something more to it. You let out a sigh, refusing to acknowledge the blush that covered your cheeks as you contemplated all of these things.

Before you realized how much time had passed, the door turned open again, revealing the man of the hour. You stayed quiet, nervousness creeping through you at the idea that Doffy had done something to him. But you reminded yourself that the fact that he was in the room with you was a good sign. He fell against the wood, slumping to the ground. He thumped his head against the door, and let out a deep breath that shuddered through him. “It was a test to prove your loyalty,” he announced, relief dripping from his words. “He’s gonna tell you formally in a few days.”

A crooked smile popped onto your face, the words hitting you like a truck. Bubbly laughter of your remnant nervousness escaped your mouth as you fell backwards onto his cloak, the black feathers billowing around you. “Wow…” you whispered. His words alleviated nearly all the fear you had felt only minutes ago. You stayed like this for some moments, simply relishing in the feeling of safety. In the background, you heard the click of Cora’s lighter as he lit a fresh cigarette.

After a bit, you forced yourself to your feet. You slowly closed the distance between the two of you, hoping your expression conveyed everything you felt. When you neared him, he pulled the cig from his mouth, rubbing it against the stone floor to extinguish it.

You bent before him slightly, bringing up your hands to cup his face. “Thank you…” you murmured. You gently rested your forehead against his, letting your eyes close.

He nodded against you, letting out a low hum in response, the scent of his cigarette mixing with whatever cologne he used. After a moment you pulled away, a questioning look in your eyes. “What did… What did you say earlier? Outside the barrier?” you asked, trying in vain to keep the knowing tone out of your voice.

He hesitated, a lifetime of feelings flashing behind his eyes. He pulled off his fabric hat, scrunching it in his hands. Your eyes widened, his golden hair making his features even more dazzling. “Doesn’t matter…” he spoke quietly, “I think my emotions got the better of-”

“I love you too,” you cut him off abruptly, a small smile teasing at your lips. Before he had the chance to react, you pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. Your heartbeat pounded inside of you as you felt blood rush to your head.

He stared at you in shock, his mouth parting slightly. You swallowed, carefully watching him as a thousand doubts rushed through your mind. This moment would determine your relationship to him for a long time. Determine whether or not all those hints were true. Whether those words were what you really thought. Or if the entire thing was a platonic delusion.

The corner of his mouth turned upwards the smallest amount. “Yeah, I love you,” he announced with confidence. A grin stretched farther across his face as he made the declaration.

He wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you towards him. You made a noise of surprise, your own smile erupting across your lips. He stopped you just inches from his face. “Just don’t tell Doffy,” he whispered, a slight tease on his words. He closed the space between you, gently capturing your lips in his. You melted into him, letting the intimate moment stretch on. Though it ended all too soon for your liking.

As you pulled away, you refrained from making a sad face, not wanting to come off as too strong. Your eyes cautiously trailed up to his hair, taking it in for the second time. You gently stroked your hands through it, letting the fluffy locks cascade every which way through your fingers. Your eyes flicked down to see him gazing up at you fondly, like he had witnessed a shooting star. “I won't tell Doffy,” you laughed softly.

[lostlikesaebyeok]

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝒓𝒐𝒉 𝒋𝒂𝒆-𝒘𝒐𝒏 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

♡･ﾟ₊ title: caffeine and fake blood

♡･ﾟ₊ pairing: roh jae-won & fem!reader (platonic)

♡･ﾟ₊ au: actor au / squid game s3 filming

♡･ﾟ₊ genre: slice of life, comfort, soft, slow evenings, friendship-centric

♡･ﾟ₊ warnings: mild language, mentions of exhaustion, very calm

♡･ﾟ₊ summary:

filming for season 3 wraps for the day, and you're both too wired to go home but too tired to do anything crazy. so, you just have coffee and talk, not about anything deep, you justenjoy spending time with each other.

they yelled cut for the last time just as the sun dipped behind the studio building, and the sky went all pretty colours. you let out a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding and dropped your shoulders like someone had taken a weight off. jae-won was standing a few feet away, already pulling off his character’s jacket and running a hand through his hair.

“you look like you just ran a marathon,” he said, grinning a little as he walked over.

“i feel like i’ve been hit by a truck,” you replied, not even joking.

jae-won let out a soft laugh, bumping your shoulder lightly with his. “you did amazing today though. that one crying scene? i almost forgot we were filming.”

“stop, you’re just saying that.”

“i’m serious! i was like, damn, nam-gyu might actually feel bad for once.”

you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed a bit. it was weird how easy it was to talk to him. you’d only known each other for a couple months, filming for season 3 of squid game, but something about him felt... easy. like you didn’t have to try so hard.

you bent down to grab your bag and asked, “you wanna grab a coffee or something? i kind of don’t wanna go home yet.”

he paused, then nodded. “yeah. that sounds good.”

the coffee shop near the studio wasn’t anything fancy. kind of run-down with weird ass almost broken chairs and a weird mural on the wall that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned since 2012, but the lights were warm and it smelled like sugar and roasted beans, so that drew you in.

you both ordered, him a plain americano with one sugar (absolutely disgusting by the way), and you a caramel latte because you were craving something sweet. the barista looked tired and honestly, same.

you sat down across from each other at this little table by the window. outside, everything was washed in that weird quiet light where the world feels like it’s holding its breath.

“my legs are gonna fall off,” you said, slumping in your seat.

“i genuinely feel like ive been doing parkour all day,” jae-won replied, stirring his coffee absentmindedly. “and for what? two minutes of screen time.”

“if they cut my crying scene, i swear to god–”

“oh, they will. and they’ll keep that one shot where i acidentally blinked into the camera.”

you snorted, laughingg into your drink. “you really think they’re gonna keep calling you a catboy this season?”

“don’t remind me.” he groaned, head falling dramatically to the table. “i still have nightmares about it.”

“you’re the one who said nam-gyu had twink energy.”

“i was joking!” he sat up again, pushing his hair back. “but the internet doesn’t forget. trust me.”

the conversation drifted after that, talking about random stuff like your high school drama clubs, your first auditions, your worst auditions. it was comfortable, nothing forced. you didn’t have to be funny or clever or charming. you just... were. and he was, too.

you watched people walk by outside, their faces blurred in the reflection of the window. your drink was getting cold. neither of you moved to leave.

“it’s weird,” you said after a while. “how normal this feels.”

jae-won looked up from his coffee. “what do you mean?”

“like… this. us. sitting here after filming a literal death game show. talking about old auditions.”

he smiled a little. “i like it, though. it’s chill. not everything has to be some big dramatic thing.”

you nodded. “yeah. sometimes i forget that.”

“me too.”

and that was it.

eventually the barista called out, “we’re closing in ten!” and you both blinked like you’d been in a trance.

you stood up, stretching your arms and letting out a groan. “shit, wanna walk back?”

“yeah, come on.”

the walk back was really calm and peceful. there were no crowds, no fans, no flashing lights. just footsteps on the sidewalk and the sound of cars somewhere in the distance. your arms brushed once, but neither of you said anything about it.

when you reached the lot, he stopped by his car and looked at you.

“same shit tomorrow?”

“obviously. same fake blood, same fake tears that.”

“same shitty ass coffee after?”

you smiled. “no doubt about it.”

he gave you a little wave before getting in, and you walked off to your own ride feeling a little less heavy than you had earlier. it wasn’t anything big. just coffee. just a friend. but in a world that was constantly go-go-go, sometimes that was exactly what you needed.

thank u for reading, angel ♡

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[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

hiiiiii!! if it isnt too much, would you mind writing a platonic oneshot for shadow?

maybe after shadow lost his memory after sa2, the reader found him somehow. shadow is injured or smth (idk something that causes him to have to be dependent on someone, you can decide what the reason why he is dependent on the reader is) so the reader takes him in, despite shadow insisting that he's fine on his own. the reader takes care of shadow, and they have a sort of sibling banter-y relationship. am i making sense? pls tell me if im making sense.

for the readers personality, id like her to be sassy, assertive (maybe a tiny bit neurodivergent if youre comfortable with writing that) artistic, playful, and a bit closed off but still cares. a bit like rouge, maybe. also id like her to be fem, if thats alright. you have full creative freedom with what actually happens. sorry if this is weird and long and awdsdbjebiwebf i just wanna adopt shadow ;-;

You’ll Always Have a Friend”

Pairing: (Platonic) Shadow the Hedgehog x Female Human Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: After finding an injured hedgehog on your doorstep, you never expected to get close to him. But fate is always a strange thing, isn’t it?

Notes: Aghhh I didn’t mean for these requests to take so long, I’ve just been semi-stressed from school, I hope it was worth the wait though!

(Reader will use She/They pronouns.)

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The day was normal at first.

You had a normal morning, eating breakfast, getting your morning jog in, catching up on your favorite TV show, reading a new book…

It was nice.

At least, until you started hearing noises outside.

Thunder, to be more specific.

Well, there goes your plans for the rest of the day.

You let out a sigh, double-checking where you keep the candles and getting them out in case the power decides to go out, along with a flashlight and batteries.

After doing so, you notice a figure outside, which isn’t unusual, considering how many people near your town love walking in the rain.

But this one is strange.

They seem…smaller, around the size of a kid, and they seem to be hunched over in pain.

You open your door, looking outside, only to see a strange sight.

The figure turns out to be a three-foot tall anthropomorphic hedgehog with black and red quills, red eyes, rocket shoes, golden ring-shaped bracelets on, one on each of his limbs, and many injuries adorning his body. He appears to be limping.

Before you can call out to him, he barely takes a step forward before collapsing, going unconscious.

You rush over to him, panic written all over your face, checking for a pulse, which you luckily find, causing you to let out a sigh of relief.

Well, you can’t just leave him out here…

Making your decision, you pick up the hedgehog bridal-style, being mindful of his sharp quills, bringing him inside, kicking the door closed behind you with one of your feet.

You set him down on your couch, rushing to get your first-aid kit from your bathroom, coming back out to the living room once you have it, along with a towel.

You begin treating his injuries after drying him off, first disinfecting each of them, with the hedgehog letting off a quiet hiss each time you pour it on a wound.

“I know, bud…I’m almost done,” you say.

It’s a miracle he hasn’t woken up yet.

You bandage the last injury, that being one on his forehead, letting off another sigh.

“Well…guess I have a roommate now,” you say. “Get better soon, alright?”

Odd how he had green blood, was this guy an alien?

Well, of course he is, he’s a giant anthropomorphic hedgehog.

Duh.

The next day, when you awake, you notice him finally awake, trying to get up, hissing in pain.

“Woah woah woah, calm down a bit, bud,” you start. “You’re still healing.”

“Who are you,” he spats. “And where am I.”

“Okay, um. I’m [Name], and this is my house,” you say. “What about you? Do you have a name?”

The hedgehog goes silent, avoiding your gaze.

“Not one that I remember,” he states.

“Hm. Well, I’ll call you “Shadow,” that cool?” you ask.

“Hmph. Whatever,” he says.

You quickly got used to Shadow. It was like having an annoying younger brother, in a way.

Well, sort of, anyway.

He quickly became interested in a lot of stuff you liked, like your many, many books.

His favorite was The Tales of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, surprisingly.

Eventually, his injuries fully healed, and you expected him to leave.

And he did, but…

He always came back.

No matter how many times he would leave, he would always come back to your house for a safe place.

It was nice having the company.

In return for him staying, you would ask him to be a model for your paintings, and you two would bicker about it like siblings.

In the end, well…

You never regretted meeting him.

[osleeplessflowero]

Hi! I saw your post asking for requests, this is my first time asking so sorry if I break a rule just delete if it makes you uncomfortable. Can I get a platonic reader x bad sanses or star sanses? (Or whoever your want I'm not picky) maybe how the reader sees them as a brother or father figure? Thank you in advance!

you're totally fine anon! this is a great request!! :] let's see..i've done quite a few bad sanses oneshots previously, how about we show the star sanses some love? 🌸

CW: Light Emetophobia, Ink is known to throw up when he gets too excited! It only happens once and for a brief second.

It's a peaceful day in the corner of the Doodlesphere that Ink had placed the Star Sanses base in. You sit in your assigned room on your bed, playing one of your favorite games on your laptop. The lights from outside shine in through your window, imitating sunlight. It gives the room a nice, comforting feeling. It's peaceful for a little while, until Ink BURSTS into the room, leaning against the door and holding it shut. You raise a brow in confusion, lowering your headphones.

"Hello Ink." You greet him with a blank look, waiting for him to explain himself. He chuckles sheepishly, jolting when something begins hitting the door.

"Heeey, you! So, funny story.." Another thud. "I kiiinda made Berry mad at me and I need to take shelter here, is that cool?" He holds up his hands as if to pray, pleading with you. You raise your index finger to your chin, contemplating.

"What did you do to Berry to get him this mad? And where's Blue?"

"Blue's in his universe, he left Berry here because they were gonna talk about stuff. And uh..I may or may not have hit him with paint balloons. Bright, neon colored paint balloons."

"Ink, you dumbass-" You sigh, saving your game and closing your laptop. "You know not to provoke the kid."

"Okay, but in my defense, it was insanely funny." He snickers, moving a box of random things you own in front of the door and plopping down on your bed.

"You do realize that won't hold him for long, right?"

"Yeah, but I'll savor my freedom while I still have it. Soooo, what have you been up to? Haven't seen you a lot today." He lies upside down, looking up at you with the goofy grin he always has.

"Well, I was just playing my favorite game and chillin'. At least, up until you broke in." You poke his forehead, earning a chuckle from the skeleton.

"Hmmm..sounds like it would get kinda boring after a while." He rolls over, resting his chin between his hands. "You should come hang out with me, Dream's busy and Blue's gone."

"I mean, I could. But what would we do?"

"We..Huh." He blinks a few times, the small symbols in his eyesockets changing each time as he thinks. "How abouttt.. we go paint the outside of HQ? We could make a masterpiece!" He grins, sitting up with his legs crossed. "C'mon, what do you say?"

"Sounds pretty fun, Ink. But if you throw paint balloons as me as well I might have to kill you."

He laughs, giving you a playful nudge.

"Wait, so does that mean you'll actually join me?"

"Yeah, just let me change first-"

He grins wide, shaking you back and forth excitedly before pausing, running over to the nearest window. You wince as you hear him throw up a bunch of ink, letting it fall into the depths of the sphere before closing the window and leaning back in.

"This is gonna be great! C'mon!" He gently tugs your hand, before the door bursts open. You both freeze like deer in the headlights, looking down at the skeleton approaching.

Berry was a small fellow, much smaller than blue and having an overall cyan color scheme in comparison to Blue's calmer tones. A bandana with a large ribbon behind it is tied around his neck, his eyelights constantly being shaped like stars, where in comparison Blue's only occasionally do the same thing. At the moment, those eyelights have shrunk to mere pinpricks, as he holds up a comically large knife, pointing it in Ink's direction. He hides behind you, as if you were able to defend him. Gee, thanks Ink.

"INK- You Have Dared To Cross Me, And Now You Will PAY!" You can't help but snicker a little at how adorable the little guy looks, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Look, Berry, I said I'm sorry!" Ink struggles to hold in a laugh.

"You'll Be Sorry Alright, WHEN I GET YOU-" He charges forwards, but you interfere, grabbing his head. He struggles against you, swinging his arms to try to get to Ink.

"Now now, Berry, let's just cool it. Ink apologized, let's move on. You wanna come paint with us to make up for it?" You smile as the little skeleton perks up at that, making his blade disappear into his inventory.

"Really?! You Mean It?" He grins wide, his eyelights expanding to a much bigger size.

"Yeah! Right, Ink?" You turn to him, watching him nod before looking back. "Well, it's settled then."

You pause, hearing the sounds of shortcuts, before grinning and running into the living room. Blue and Dream seem to be having a casual conversation before realizing you're there, smiling towards you. Blue promptly runs over, picking you up and spinning you around.

"Ha Ha! I've Returned! Did You Miss Me?" Blue grins before putting you down, putting his hands on his hips.

"You know I did, Blue! How's Paps doing?" You tilt your head, genuinely curious. He chuckles at your reply.

"He's Doing Well! He Wanted Me To Give You A Small Bag Of Suckers That He'd Been Holding Onto, So Here You Go! Try Not To Go Through All Of It At Once, Okay? Sugar Rushes Are.. Scary." He briefly glances over at Berry, narrowing his eyes. You let out a laugh at that, putting the little bag he hands you into one of your pockets.

"Noted." You turn to Dream, who holds his arms out for you. You grin as you leap into his arms, embracing his warmth and the pleasant scents that surround him.

"Oh, I've missed you! How've you been doing while I've been away? Good, I hope? If not I'll have to give Ink a stern talking to." Dream glances at him from the side, earning a laugh from the more colorful skeleton.

"Don't worry, I've been alright. I've just been hanging out in my room, and I just split these two up from a fight." You point towards Berry and Ink, the former putting his knife away the moment he's spotted and smiling innocently.

"Goodness, Berry! What Did I Tell You About Having Knives In HQ?" Blue frowns, walking over and carefully taking the blade away from his shorter "cousin". "You Know Better."

"Sorry, Blue.." Berry pouts, crossing his arms. The taller skeleton pats his skull, smiling a bit.

"Just Be More Careful Next Time! You Don't Want To Hurt Anyone, Do You?"

Berry looks at Ink. "..Maybe."

"Berry! Bad!" Blue frowns again, poking the smaller skeleton's forehead as you finally let go of Ink.

"Me and Ink were just about to go outside and paint, if you'd like to join us. You guys don't have anything else to do today, right?" You offer, silently hoping they'll agree.

"I'd Love To Join In! It Could Be Good Exercise." Blue puts his hands on his hips in a hero-like manner, his cape swaying out behind him.

"I'd like to join, even if I just end up watching. Ooh! I could make some tea for everyone, how does that sound?" Dream smiles as everyone agrees with that idea, stepping into the kitchen to make some magic-based teas for everyone. He made sure to remember your favorite kind in advance.

Everyone moves outside, Ink stopping you a moment so he can use Broomy to paint a grassy area for you all to stand on, grabbing some paint cans he'd left beside the house and walking over to the first blank wall.

"Okay everybody, let's get started!" Ink grins, handing a smaller brush to you. You pause a second, realizing that due to getting caught up in your excitement you forgot to change into something you're okay with getting paint on.

"Wait a sec, I'll be right back." You run back inside to your room, changing hurriedly before rushing back outside. Ink paints a few step stools using Broomy so those who can't reach taller areas can use them, balancing on the large brush to paint patterns with smaller ones.

Berry jumps up onto Blue's shoulders, standing up on them so he can reach the upper areas thanks to the bigger skeleton's height. Blue doesn't seem to mind it all that much, instead focusing on what to paint outside of his room. Dream walks out and places down a yellow gingham blanket, then goes back inside to sit the teacups down where everyone can easily access them.

You stand outside your room, beginning to paint whatever comes into your head that relates to you somehow. You want to ensure that the space feels truly yours, so you put a lot of thought and care into each stroke. Of course, you could always just repaint later, but it's the thought that counts. Berry eventually runs out of ideas and goes to talk to Dream, so Blue takes the opportunity to paint a little bit beside you.

"So, how's adventuring been, Blue? Is it..everything you'd hoped?" You paint a little star pattern. He hums thoughtfully, completing a heart you'd forgotten to finish.

"I Suppose You Could Say That! It's Given Me A Lot Of Opportunities To Meet New People And Experience Other Worlds. But That Can Also Be Kinda Stressful..Especially When You Start Running Into Variations Of You That Are..Well.."

You both look over at Berry, who's currently zooming around a very confused and startled Dream in circles.

"Yeah..I don't know how I'd feel about seeing so many of Me. I mean, the three of you guys alone is a stretch. Imagine if all of the variants were in one place?"

"That Would Be Very Much So Impossible- Which Really Makes You Think..Just How Big Is The Multiverse? What Parts Of It Are So Closed Off, Even Ink Hasn't Seen Them? It's All So..So.."

"Mysterious?"

"Yeah! Exactly." He smiles at a little cutesy painting you made of him right below his window, looking as if he's holding it up. "But I Suppose That's How It's Always Been."

"I feel that. It makes me wonder if we've ever met before, in some other timeline. You think things would be much different?"

There's a short pause.

"Nah, I Don't Think It Would." He smiles, you share it. You continue painting side by side in peaceful silence, until you hear the sound of something splattering. Sharing a worried look, you turn back to see Dream looking down at the ground, a green paint balloon having hit his head. Ink is frozen like a deer in the headlights, and Berry is laughing hysterically.

"I- I am so sorry, Dream, I meant to hit him, not you--"

Dream looks up, an eyesocket twitching as he picks up one of the balloons Ink had left lying on the ground, throwing it and hitting him square in the face. Berry collapses, laughing even louder.

"Oh Dear, It Seems Ink's Declared War." Blue chuckles, laughing a little as he speaks, watching them begin to form more paint balloons to throw at each other. A devious grin crosses your face as you look back at him. His expression slowly shifts to a worried one. "Oh No. Don't- Do Not Even Think About It-"

"I'm joining in!" You pick up a balloon.

"Pick your side!" Ink grins, getting hit in the side of the head with a red balloon.

You shake your head. "Nah..I'm taking my own side!" You throw balloons at the both of them, before getting pelleted with them yourself. Blue huffs as he watches you, before going still when he feels a presence behind him.

"Nothing Personnel, Double." Berry grins, throwing a cyan balloon at Blue's back.

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN PHRASE IT RIGHT-" Blue sighs, joining in the battle. Paint balloons fly across the yard, splatting the walls as well as everyone laughs, having a great time. The commotion grows so great, even Error finds himself popping his head in from the Anti-Void, before closing up the portal to avoid a balloon to the face.

After a while, you each grow tired, huffing and raising up little white flags before drinking the tea that Dream brought out (that thankfully is somehow still warm, and paintless). You then turn to the walls, seeing a beautiful mess of color accompanying your art from earlier, smiling a bit at your collective handiwork.

"Y'know, I think it looks good like this." You hold up your hands like a camera, smiling.

"I think so too! Hey, you know what would fit?" Ink turns to Dream, seeing if he'll catch on.

"Oh! A picture!" Dream rushes to his room, grabbing his camera and running back out. Everyone stands in front of the wall together, grinning and posing. "Say cheeeese!"

"Cheeeese!"

Getting to spend so much time with the skeletons you both look up to and admire is an experience you wouldn't trade for anything in the multiverse. Anything at all.

"IIIII say..on this momentous occasion, we should all watch a movie. First one to fall asleep gets their face drawn on!" Ink holds up a washable marker menacingly.

"I've got coffee, you won't be getting me anytime soon." Dream grins, going inside to clean off the paint and change his clothes to wash them later. Blue follows after him to do the same.

"It'll probably be you first, Ink." You snicker, using a towel to get some fresh paint off of your face. He calls out after you as you start to head to the bathroom attached to your room. "NUH UH!"

"YUH HUH!" You shout back, going to take a warm shower to get all of the paint off of you.

An hour or two passes, and you find yourself building a strong pillow fort with Blue and Berry. Dream sits to your left, Blue to your right with Berry leaning on him, already looking pretty tuckered out. Ink observes everyone from his spot in front, eagerly waiting for the moment someone falls asleep.

Dream whispers to you as Blue looks through a selection of movies for you to watch together. "Did you have fun?"

You whisper back. "Yeah, I've had a lot of fun with you guys today. I love having peaceful moments like this..it's really nice. I really have to thank you guys for taking such good care of me lately..it means the world to me." You lean on him a bit, and he smiles as he places an arm around you.

"Of course. You're a very dear friend to us, never forget that we care for you. We'll always be here for you, no matter the circumstances."

You yawn a little, the comforting aura emitting from him making you feel safe enough to rest. "Thank you, Dream.."

"Careful." Ink grins like a cheshire cat, watching as your eyes begin to close. "There's still an active threat in the room." He says in a sing-song tone, waiting to attack.

"I'm gonna fucking Get You later."

"I'd like to see you tr-" Ink pauses mid-sentence when he sees that Berry's fallen asleep, grinning madly. "Well. Looks like you'll be spared after all."

"Oh boy." You snicker, the rest of your little group grinning amongst themselves as the movie begins. Ink claps his hands so the lights dim, sitting closer to you and relaxing on some pillows, giving commentary from time to time. Soon your eyes begin to close..those around you growing tired as well from a long day of adventuring.

It's peaceful for a while.. the perfect environment to relax.

..Until a portal opens.

"IIIIINK!"

"Ah fuck."

"Language!" Blue frowns as Ink stands up to go outside. Blue considers carrying your sleeping form to your room like he always does, but decides not to since Dream's already asleep with you. He'd rather not disturb you both, at least not until he needs Dream's aid..

Oh boy.

[rowiewritesstuff]

may I request platonic lmk red son x a demon reader who's overall more calm, composed and polite, (but still willing to support shenanigans, just properly planned ones),

perhaps more of a strategist? Thank you for reading this either way

Red Son X Demon Reader (Platonic)

You met Red Son when he broke into your temple. Red Son was looking for some ancient relic and he was willing to kill you to get it. He was surprised when you went to a large room, fished it out of a box, and threw it to him. 

“What? You’re just going to give it to me?” Red Son looked perplexed before grinning. “Of course you would! I’m powerful and terrifying, any low ranked demon as yourself would tremble before me.” 

Often Red Son went over with the excuse he wanted another relic. Something about you just soothed him. The two of you became best friends even though neither of you made it official. 

Red Son brought you to his home to show you all of the tech and plans he had. His room is a mess, papers and gadgets scattered around. You took it upon yourself to visit regularly to clean up. 

Demon Bull King walked in one time to see the two of you. He huffed at you but was glad his son was talking someone else’s ear off instead of his. You were polite enough and cleaned up after yourself, and that’s all he cared about.

Red Son was always talking about some new plan. Most of the time, you’d tell him how it wouldn’t work. Red Son always made sure to get your approval on a plan, knowing that you were more logical than he was at times. He made the tech, you helped with the plans. Most of the time your plans would go well, and the other times Red Son helped. 

The two of you made formidable foes to MK and his friends. You always apologize when Red Son destroys property or says something rude to them. Red Son got angry when you’d talk to MK, telling him not to talk to “MBDF” (My best demon friend). Red Son’s possessiveness got to be too much and you had to sit him down and talk to him about it, and eventually you made friends with MK and Mei. Red Son begrudgingly hung out with them as well and eventually Red Son stopped attacking MK all the time. 

No matter how many years pass, you’ll always be friends- and nothing will take that away.

[dearest-painter]

Hi!! May I request a Angel Dust PLATONICALLY comforting a kind-hearted teen!reader who is somehow related to one of the other characters (Like charlie's little sister or Alastor's niece or something)? Reader doesn't actually know anyone in the hotel that well, including angel, and hasn't really talked to any of them. like she has said "hi" or had small talk etc but really isn't close any of them

Reader is going through a lot, has no friends, and is struggling mentally, and frequently hides alone to cry when nobody is looking

And she always hides it because she feels guilty and like a burden and she doesn’t want to bother anyone. Plus she is very considerate of other people's feelings and knows that they have gone through much worse so she would feel awful worrying them with her own problems

But one day angel just catches her in crying and he just... comforts her? they barely know each other but he still helps her (crying in someone's arms would heal any of us sigh)

Aw, I love platonic shit and also real.

No CW/TW expect it’s in hell and touches topics such as SA (never detailed but mentioned), belief of being a burden, and bottling up emotions. If these make you uncomfortable please leave! I might have lighter ones but I’m a yandere page so take what I say with a grain a salt! (There is non yandere ones). Angel dust MIGHT be ooc so apologies in advance

You were alone. No one was on your side, not in your eyes. None of them could ever understand you..but maybe they could yet why would you try and figure it out? You were a burden, a sinner who did some fucked up shit and now landed her place in hell like she deserved. It was a miracle Charlie decided to let you stay, she was so nice..so heavenly…everything you wished to be.

You were sobbing in your room as usual, another day of self pity that left you hating yourself more was your routine. You were too caught up in your thoughts to hear the door opening.

“Hey toots..you good?” You quickly wiped your tears once you heard the familiar voice, it was Angel Dust. “Y-yeah, just allergies.” You quickly stated, hoping he would believe the lie just as others have in the past.

Angel Dust sighed and frowned, he knew that excuse, that feeling. He felt it every time he came home from working…came home from Valentino..but he shook his head, he couldn’t care right now, you were crying. “Alrighty, you ain’t gotta fess up but I ain’t leaving.” Angel Dust stated as he sat beside you on your bed.

You sighed, what did you expect? Angel Dust was just as stubborn as everyone in this hotel, you knew lying to him was futile so you laid there until you felt arms wrap around you…he was hugging you…you hadn’t had a hug in so long..it felt so nice, so warm…you started sobbing as you clung to him. Angel Dust sighed as he rubbed your back, he might’ve been shit at comforting people but he knew from experience when Cherri would let him sob into her chest each time he remembered his work that it was nice. So he sat, and sat while you cried. Not moving nor talking.

[dan-the-womans-blog]

Title: Echoes of the Past

(Joel miller x platonic!gn!reader)

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The sky was overcast, a blanket of dull gray that seemed fitting for the world they lived in. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a constant reminder of the life they had lost twenty years ago. Joel Miller walked steadily, his eyes scanning the area with a vigilance honed from years of survival. Beside him, you moved just as cautiously, your steps echoing his, a silent testament to the bond formed in the crucible of the apocalypse.

You had known Sarah Miller. The memory of her was a bright spot in the dark chasm of your past, a beacon of innocent days when laughter came easily and the world was wide open. The night the outbreak began, you had been at her house, the two of you staying up late, talking about dreams that now seemed impossibly naive.

The screams, the chaos, the bullets—Sarah's death had shattered you. She had been your best friend, your anchor, and in a cruel twist of fate, you were left adrift. Joel had been there too, his own world destroyed in the span of a heartbeat. Your shared grief had created a connection that neither time nor the harsh realities of the new world could sever.

"Keep an eye out for runners," Joel's voice broke through your reverie, grounding you in the present. You nodded, gripping your weapon a little tighter. The two of you were searching for supplies in an old apartment complex, the remnants of forgotten lives scattered around like leaves in autumn.

The silence was oppressive, filled with the weight of unsaid words. You both worked well together, a seamless partnership forged from necessity and mutual respect. Yet, the specter of Sarah hung between you, a ghost neither of you acknowledged but both felt keenly.

As you moved through the building, your eyes caught sight of a faded photograph on the wall. It was a family picture, the smiles frozen in time, oblivious to the horrors that would come. You paused, your fingers brushing the image gently. It reminded you of Sarah, of the life she had and the future she would never see.

Joel noticed your hesitation and turned to look. His expression softened for a brief moment before hardening again. "We need to keep moving," he said gruffly, but there was an undercurrent of understanding in his tone.

You nodded, tearing your gaze away from the photo. "Yeah," you replied softly, following him out of the room. The two of you continued your search, finding a few useful items among the wreckage. As you made your way back to your makeshift camp, the tension eased slightly, the familiar routine providing a semblance of normalcy.

That night, as the fire crackled and the darkness pressed in around you, Joel handed you a small flask. "To Sarah," he said simply. You took it, your throat tightening as you swallowed the burn. "To Sarah," you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

The silence that followed was heavy with memories, but it was a shared silence, a moment of understanding and connection. Joel's gaze met yours, and in that instant, you knew you weren't alone in your grief. The world had changed, but the bond you shared with him—born of loss and forged in fire—was a constant.

"We'll get through this," Joel said, his voice steady and resolute. "For Sarah."

You nodded, the weight on your chest easing slightly. "For Sarah," you agreed, the words a promise and a prayer. Together, you faced the uncertain future, two souls bound by the past but determined to survive.

In a world gone mad, you found strength in each other. And as long as you remembered Sarah, her memory would be the light that guided you through the darkest of times.

Me every time I see someone telling me not to write angst^

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Seaside Sunset ↠ Platonic!Old Longfellow x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.4k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » You missed your dad, and sitting out on the porch of the cabin with Old Longfellow made you feel safe again.

Even as the fog obscured the majority of the sky, the sun still pushed against it, causing short beams of light to stick through the wall of mist. The eerie quietness of Longfellow's small island instilled a somewhat peaceful feeling in you that fought against your initial uncertainty. You liked it here and could see yourself bringing Shaun to visit once you'd found him.

“You remind me of my dad." You said, breaking the lingering silence, "Before all the bombs.”

He glanced at you and chuckled, “Do I?”

“Yeah, he was stubborn too.”

He hit his elbow into your arm, “I ain’t that bad.”

The gentle water lapped up onto the shore, making the sand darken before retreating back toward the ocean. You took in a breath, relishing the way the cold air struck your nose and the radiation stung your lungs. In the months you'd been living in this new world you'd found these things to be more calming than anything—a little reminder that you still existed.

"You outa be careful tomorrow, heard there's gonna be storms all day," Longfellow warned, taking a swig of the bottle he nursed in his hand.

"I always got radaway on me."

"Be sure that you do, that stuff's bound to be nasty."

The longer you spend around him the more you saw the resemblance between him and your old man. It was almost jarring.

"Don't get yourself into trouble out there either." He added after a moment.

"I'll try." You said, "As long as you cut back on your drinking.”

He let out a huff as he lifted the bottle back up to his lips, “We’ll see”

The tree limbs danced lightly through the freezing air, swaying as grass would in a field. They scratched against each other, the noise echoing quietly in the emptiness of the place.

The sun dragged downward slowly, casting a low glow onto the scenery before it, anchoring itself lower below the currents before it disappeared under the water entirely, leaving behind nothing but a dark sky.

His hand rested on your shoulder as he spoke, “C’mon, you best start heading to bed if yer gonna be travelin’ all over the island in the mornin’. I’ve got your bed already set up in the cabin.”

You smiled, before getting up and dusting yourself off. The wooden floor creaked under you as you made your way past the front door, him following behind.

“Thanks, Longfellow.” Was all you said before you laid down on the cot he'd scrapped together for you and fell asleep.

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Hello! This is my first time doing something like this! May I please request Cactus Gunman comforting a reader who has nightmares often? I need some sweet fluff in my life.

I hope this is alright, this is my first time writing for him! Also I hope you don’t mind I made it more platonic than romantic.

You suffer from nightmares quite often, which would sometimes keep you up for half of the night before you’re actually able to go back to sleep. However, since you’ve arrived at Gregory House, you swore they only got worse and occurred more often.

You sat up quickly in your bed, eyes wide with fear as you looked around the room, a bit of sweat rolling down your face. You had just woken up from the second nightmare of the night. You got out of bed, slipped on a pair of slippers/sandals, as you’re not walking around barefoot in this damn hotel. You sighed softly and walked out of your room, walking towards one specific room. There was one resident, aside from Gregory, who knew about your constant nightmares, and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell Gregory about them.

You walked up to a dark green colored door with CG carved beautifully on the door. You knew exactly who this room belonged to, and that’s exactly who you’re here to see. You knocked on the door and called out, “it’s alright, G, it’s just me!” It was silent for a few moments before you heard a faint ‘come in’ from the other side of the door. You opened the door and walked into the room, closing the door behind you.

“Hey, G.” You rubbed the back of your head, as if nervous about something. Cactus Gunman had noticed your nervousness, and he immediately picked up on what could be the problem, especially since he was the only one aside from Gregory who knew about your nightmares.

“Did you have another nightmare, Y/n?” He asked you, sounding a bit worried

“Yeah, I did… and I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

“Did you want to talk about it?”

“Well, I would, if I remembered what it was…”

“Hey, that’s alright, it’s not a bad thing to not remember the nightmares. At least you don’t have to think about it, it wasn’t scary enough to be remembered, or at least that’s how I see it.”

“Huh.. I suppose you’re not completely wrong.” You sat down beside him on his bed.

“Of course not! I’m not stupid, Y/n.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You laughed a bit, shaking your head.

“If you want, you could stay here for the night..?” It sounded more like a question than a suggestion, but seeing as you weren’t going back to sleep anytime soon, you figured you may as well stay here.

“Alright, if you’re so sure.”

“Of course I’m sure.” You shook your head once more and lie down, looking around at some of the things in his room, which you hadn’t really noticed before. Well, you have, but you haven’t really thought much about it.

“Hey, G?”

“Yeah?”

“…what is with half of these things in your room?”

“Oh, uh, I suppose it reminds me of home in a sense.”

“Huh.. I suppose that would make sense for you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you’re constantly on the run, yeah? Or at least, were?”

“…just go back to sleep, Y/n.” You laughed a bit in response. Gosh you would hug him if you could, but you knew if you did, you’d be picking out prickles from your pjs, and you were not in the mood to be doing that at this moment. You really appreciate what he does for you, letting you talk and ramble about not only your nightmares, but other things such as what you could remember from before you ended up here at Gregory House.

“Hey, G..”

“What is it?”

“…thanks for being here to talk to me about the nightmares, and just in general. You could literally be spending your time talking and paying attention to anyone else, yet you like being around me.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to be around you, Y/n? I should be the one thanking you, putting up with my shenanigans.”

“Yeah, you don’t say.” You said in a bit of a playful tone, making him roll his eyes in response.

“Oh hush you.” You chuckled a bit and closed your eyes.

“Oh..? Are you going to try going back to sleep?”

“Yeah, I think I will.”

“Alright, sleep well, Y/n.” You heard him shift a bit, most likely turning over onto his side or something. You shrugged it off and after lying there for a bit, you both soon fell asleep, and for once, you weren’t bothered by nightmares for the rest of the night.

[apollowhoo]

Hello there could you please do a continuation of gravity falls one shot?

With 3-4 year old Pines reader. Their interactions with Mabel, Dipper, Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford, Wendy and Soos? You can make parts of it.

Like how they treat them, etc. Also will they keep the danger stuff a secret? If they do and the child found out how will they protect them?

GRAVITY FALLS X CHILD!READER PART 1

Glitter Wars and Secret Smiles

The Mystery Shack’s attic is a rainbow-colored wonderland, strewn with crafts, stuffed animals, and an EXPLOSION of glitter. Mabel sits on the floor, hot glue gun in hand as she works on her latest art project—a glittery crown fit for royalty. The reader, dressed in a matching llama sweater, is right beside her, carefully sticking sparkly stars onto a small paper sword.

“Look at you! My little knight in sparkly armor!” Mabel grins, pressing a handful of stickers onto the reader’s cheek. “Now we just need to find a dragon to slay.”

The reader giggles, waving their paper sword. “I’m brave!”

Mabel’s smile falters for just a second, thinking of the real dangers that lurk outside their safe little bubble. But she quickly shakes it off, determined to keep things light. “You’re the bravest! Braver than Dipper when he sees a spider, that’s for sure.”

The reader’s eyes widen. “Dip scared?”

Mabel leans in, whispering as if sharing the world’s greatest secret. “Yep. But don’t tell him that I told you—he likes to pretend he’s a big tough guy.”

They continue crafting. Mabel watches her little sibling, filled with a fierce protectiveness. If she can keep things sparkly and fun, they’ll never have to know about the monsters. And that’s good enough for her.

[pilotingdreammsss]

Can I request candy apple X teenage reader?

I'm going to be keeping to the platonic side for this one, anon. Sorry if you expected a romantic oneshot! It's just not specified completely what age Candy Apple Cookie is.

Sweet trickery! ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

"Hey! I thought that trick was awesome!"

She'd so insistently pleaded with Shadow Milk Cookie to acknowledge her clear affliction to deceit, and just like him, he was... not very phased. You could see the hurt suddenly sprout in her face, the utter awe turn to bitter resentment of whatever was keeping 'Master Shadow Milk Cookie' preoccupied. You began to feel for her, her upset, the lack of acknowledgement no matter how hard she tried to push to be acknowledged. Instead of being treated as some common minion.

You never understood her infatuation so much - why should she keep pushing, if he was clearly not receptive? Too preoccupied with his newest addition, Truthless Recluse, to think about his dear minions. Those loyal to him...

Nevertheless, she swerves around, ponytails bobbing, at your cry. You thought her sweet trickery was awesome! You totally believed that she was that different cookie. If Shadow Milk Cookie wasn't going to make note of it, you would! Her eyes spontaneously sparkle, a squeal escaping her lips at your praise.

"Y/N cookie! Haha! Tricked you again!

She abandons her fruitless swooning at Shadow Milk Cookie, almost tripping over herself to reach you. To which you're immediately smothered in a big hug, she's still giggling slightly afterwards, so much so that you worry she may start hiccuping. She bears her one fang in a wide grin - though she is thankful that she managed to deceive one, even if it was just one, she too secretly was delighted to see her dear friend!

"I missed you, a little bit. Hehe!"

You smile brightly back at her - it's quiet for a moment, until she grabs at your garment sleeve, pulling you forward. It's enough to make you yelp and jump a little, though she just chuckles airily.

"Come on! Some cookies dared enter the spire... let's play some tricks on them!"

She cries, tugging at your sleeve to emphasise her eagerness to deceive these newcomers. Though admittedly you're not so eager to deceit, nobody can resist a little bit of trickery, particularly if it was this sweet! Sugared around the edges, and fun! Irresistible. Particularly with a good friend! It felt nice to see her do things for herself, and not for Shadow Milk Cookie, sometimes. Even if her 'pranks' were sometimes in ill taste and sometimes hurtful.

You'd slowly relent your stubbornness, only giggling slightly then pushing forward in front of her, much to her surprise. She'd suddenly cease her grip on your sleeve.

"Yeah, let's!"

A/N: No ideas for this one... I just had to get it done bleghhh :P ...

[rin-tales]

worthless - shanks x platonic!reader

shanks being a father figure. you feel like you're not good enough for his crew and he comforts you

tw: self harm

w.c - 3k. not edited

Your opponent- a fellow crew member, towered over you on the deck of the ship. You bounced on the balls of your feet, throwing up your hands in defense against whatever the burly man was about to throw at you. A few others watched boredly, but there was no air of anticipation. But you were about to change that after you took a beating, and hopefully won. But this wasn’t about winning, this was about standing on your feet by the end of this, win or lose. You slowly circled each other, each expecting the other to swing the first punch, or throw the first kick. You had all the time in the world, apart from the waning sun on the horizon.

After a few steps, you caught sight of a particular shadow being cast to the wood from someone above you. Your eyes flicked up to the deck above. There stood the captain of the ship, his dark red hair rustling in the gentle breeze. Shanks. His eyes sparkled, almost encouragingly, but not without anticipation for the entertainment.

You grinned, “Watch me, Shanks!”

“What’s it look like I’m doin’?” He shouted back with his own smile tugging at his lips.

Your enthusiasm rose with those simple words. You turned your focus back to your crew mate, preparing yourself for-

WHAM!

You didn’t even have time to process the kick. Your face slammed onto the deck, pain flaring through your temple. Black spots danced in your vision. You had to push the pain away. It wouldn’t conquer you that easily. You let out a groan and slowly pushed yourself to your feet.

You shakily raised your fists, clutching them close in a defensive position. But despite that, you took a step forward and swung. The loud crunch of your fist against his jaw pierced through the air. You cracked a grin.

SLAM!

His fist pummeled you square in the chest. Not only sending a shock of pain through your spine, but knocking the wind out of you. You fell to your knees, feeling your lungs clench in agony as they searched for oxygen. You let out a wheeze, and then another, but nothing could ease the pain that throbbed in your chest and head. Pain that wanted to consume you. Pain that you hated. That made you want to run away. But you could take more than that. You had to take more than that.

Moments passed, but you never stood up. you silently begged with your eyes for your opponent to give you another chance, or another minute to push the blazing pain away. But he only shook his head, turning away briskly. A shudder racked through you as you sought to take another limiting breath.

And then the familiar thud of the captain's boots walking down the small set of stairs met your ears. You clenched your teeth, failure wracking through your body like the pain that still lingered. You braced yourself for the words you knew were about to leave his mouth.

“Still gotta work on that pain tolerance a bit!” He shouted to you, with what seemed like kind intent. But those disturbing, patronizing words would only ever remind you of your failure.

You picked yourself up, scurrying away like a frightened dog before he could reach you. You bolted down to the sleep quarters, knowing well enough you weren't safe from his presence if you simply ignored him in your hammock. Instead, you hoisted yourself into a lone empty barrel in the corner of the room. You curled in on yourself and latched on the cover, letting your head fall to your knees.

You were the youngest on Shanks’s crew, and you had been on it for some years. But it was only within the past few months that you had graduated from chores to participating in the actual fighting. Despite that, you had only participated in a few battles. It was quickly discovered your pain tolerance was close to zero. And while you had been trying to build it up every day through training with different crew members, your progress was also close to zero. Shanks was well aware of this, and time after time his signature words had pierced your ears “Gotta work on that pain tolerance!”

The door to the room loudly creaked open, and you could practically feel the weight of Shanks standing in the doorway. You clutched yourself tighter, trying to will the pressure that built up behind your eyes. You felt even more of a coward for not being willing to face him, but something was different today. It had been the final straw. Maybe it was because you believed you could last more than two hits, maybe it was the encouraging smile Shanks had flashed you earlier. But you had expected yourself to do better. And you had totally failed.

His voice suddenly pierced through the air, “If there were a young someone in here… I might say there’s progress to be made, but we'll get there.” He paused, adding, “And try not to be late for dinner.” Though his words seemed genuine, you knew they were far from it.

You felt his presence leave after a short moment, but you didn’t bother chasing after him. You didn’t want to be around his faked enthusiasm, telling you it would be okay. You knew he wasn’t proud, and the fact he tried to cover it up only made it worse. You knew it was fake, you knew you couldn't trust his words, because you had never been able to trust the words of anyone from your past. Any one of your previous caretakers. So why should he be any different? Your memories turned to thoughts of your past, but you forcefully pushed them away, unwilling to face them.

Slowly, the minutes passed, and eventually, your limbs were too stiff to stay cramped in the barrel any longer. You popped out, smelling a delicious aroma in the air. At least the crew would be busy with dinner right now. You gave a stretch and cautiously made your way to the deck. Almost no one would be up here, and that was good enough for you. You paced to the bow, sitting criss-cross on the head of the boat. You looked over the sparkling waters that glistened with the eve of day.

Your fingers absentmindedly made their way to the knife in your belt, the tiny blade it was. You twirled it in your fingers, accidentally giving yourself a scratch or two. They were welcomed though, as you considered them a part of your training for pain tolerance. You did this for a little while longer, letting the thoughts of that day entirely consume you. You knew that Shanks sat somewhere, shaking his head at your failure, wondering why you couldn’t do better. You spun the blade in your hand one last time before a twisted, awful idea hit your thoughts.

You spun in your seat, facing the entirety of the empty deck. Without looking down, you tested yourself as you brought the blade sharp against your thigh. You gently pressed into it, earning a small wince from you. And then-

SLICE

Right through your flesh. You grit your teeth, your entire body clenching at the pain. You stared down at the thin streak of blood left on your leg, just below the hem of your shorts. It burned, but it was manageable. You let out a shaky smile.

Again, you slashed yourself, a mere inch below. Pain flared. But it was tolerable for the most part. A single tear fell down your unhinged face, as you smiled at the blood flowing from you. You glanced at the empty ship, almost hoping a certain someone would show. To prove to him that you could take it. That you weren't the failure he thought you were. That you could earn your position on his crew, and for the first time, truly belong somewhere.

You brought the tip of the blade another inch down, and let it rest on your skin. You pictured the whole slip of metal entering your leg. You couldn’t. You shouldn’t-

A wave crashed against the bow, throwing the boat up, and then down. And the blade went with it, sinking right into your skin, all the way to the hilt.

You let out a high shriek of pain and ripped it right back out. You stared in disbelief at the fountain of blood that smeared down your leg, at the pain that bloomed from the simple cut. Your cheeks glistened with fresh tears, but even with that, the sheer amount of pain was less than you imagined. You could handle more. You had to handle more.

You brought the tip of the blade to the bottom of your thigh, near your knee. A blank canvas ready to be painted with your own blood. Slowly, you pressed down, letting the pain seep into your leg. You stared at the thing like it was a treasure to behold.

“STOP!” A loud voice suddenly pierced through the air.

You jumped, sending the blade deeper into your skin. You cringed but kept it there. You tilted your head up, watching with some relief as you saw Shanks bounding towards you. All this pain wouldn’t be for nothing now.

When he was a mere 10 feet away you put up one hand, signaling for him to stop, but he only grew closer. Your other hand rested on the handle of the knife. Wet tears streamed down your face, as your wobbly voice addressed him with a smile. “Watch me! I can finally take it!”

You sounded deranged. Like a wild animal. But that didn’t stop you from giving the blade a sharp twist, letting it tear through you even more. No less than a second later did he reach you. He loomed over you and gripped the knife, quickly but cautiously pulling it from your skin. He flung it hard to the deck. Horror morphed onto his face as he took in the sight beneath him.

You winced at the action, but only watched him scan your leg, “What the hell is all of this?” He asked in disbelief, though his tone suggested he knew.

You blinked away a stray tear, “I’m working on my pain tolerance,” you said simply, feeling exhaustion start to crawl over you. You followed his gaze down to your bloody skin and you grimaced at the scene. You may have gone further than you realized.

“I’m stitching you up,” he said forcefully, turning to gather the supplies.

You nodded slowly, an eerie sense of fear creeping through you at his tone. Whatever wild energy that had consumed you was all but gone by now. Your tears dried quickly, as you quietly, and calmly, contemplated what you had done.

He returned quickly, kneeling in front of you to patch you up. He silently wrapped a clean bandage around the shallower cuts, saving the stitches for the deeper ones.The fact he was cleaning your own self-inflicted injuries made you feel slightly guilty. But even worse than that, was how you could practically feel the disappointment radiating from him.

Your eyes pooled again. “I wanted to make you proud,” you began, trying to explain, “To show that I could be a worthwhile member of the crew.”

His skillful hands began threading a needle through your skin, earning a small wince from you. Had it been anyone else, you would’ve expected only a harsh and fiery response. But that was far from what you received. He moved his head to look you in the eye, a saddened smile now replacing his earlier look of disbelief, “You do not have to put yourself in harm’s way to earn my pride.”

“But I have to prove myself!” you pressed, sniffling. “I’m not some weakling. I can take this stuff.”

He turned back toward the stitches, continuing. “And you have already proven yourself! More than enough.”

You huffed. There he went again with his fake encouragement. “Why do you do that?” you threw at him.

He creased his brow slightly as he continued to stitch you , “Do what?”

“Everytime I fail, you always pretend like I succeeded, like I actually did something worthwhile. It’s always this stupid fake encouragement that we both know isn’t helping anyone.”

His voice lowered gently as he looked at you, not hiding the disturbed look in his eye, “Is that how you really feel?”

You went silent, staring at your wounds, wondering if you already said too much with those simple sentences.

He placed a hand on your uninjured knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. He urged you to speak, “Is it?"

You took a shaky breath, trying not to break down in front of him. “Every time I fight I always try to push myself. I just want you to accept me like a normal member of the crew. But after every failure you always throw up this happy facade like you don’t want me to know that you’re disappointed deep down.”

He began shaking his head, trying to process what he had been accused of, “I’ve never once been disappointed in you. And it was never my intention to be seen as fake. I’ve never meant anything other than what I say.”

You looked at him with suspicion, wondering if even now he was lying.

He let out a small amused laugh as he snipped the thread with scissors, finishing his work, “What’s that look for? Don’t take my word?”

You shrugged, not really knowing.

He went on, addressing your previous words, “Your victories or failures do not determine your place on my crew. I would never lie about that.”

“What determines my place then? Why do I get to stick around? Is it the fact that you’d feel guilty if you got rid of me? Because all you do is babysit me!” you snapped at him. You cringed inside. You were angry at yourself, not him. But you couldn't hold back from lashing out at him because of it.

Because deep down, you were well aware that you weren't good enough for his crew, or anywhere else.

“If you were good enough then I wouldn’t have to babysit you.”

Those were words your former caretakers had once told you. You had been told that line (or something similar) so many times it was hard to keep count. You were passed around from “parent” to parent, always being known as the orphaned child who was a drag to every family you entered. The sheer amount of physical and emotional trauma that took place in those homes was enough to haunt you to this day… But that was until a certain Shanks took you in. But even then, you could never quite shake off the old, horrible memories… Because ultimately, you believed you were a burden to everyone, including Shanks. And instead of telling you that himself, he simply covered it up under fake encouragement.

“I would feel guilty if I abandoned you-”

You cut him off frantically, “Just tell me I’m a burden at that point! I’m a burden no matter what I do! I’m a burden if I stick around here, and I make you feel guilty if I’m gone!” you slammed your mouth shut, realizing you had reached the heart of the issue.

Something changed in his usually calm expression. He reached for your face, cupping both cheeks with his hands. “You are not a burden,” he spoke intensely, lowering his voice. “I would feel guilty because I care for you. You are my friend, and absolutely nothing less.”

You swallowed in an effort to force back the tears. You stumbled over your words, frantically searching his eyes for any hint that he was lying. Almost too shocked by his words to believe him. “But… Everyone else always… They called me a drag…” you trailed off, but he was quite familiar with the past that you were referring to.

“You have left that life behind,” He reminded, wiping a stray tear off your cheek with the pad of his thumb, “You are far from being such a thing here. And if you ever were, we would willingly bear you to the end. I took you in for a reason. And I’ve never regretted that decision.”

You let out a shaky sigh, not expecting those words. “But… It always felt like you were disappointed in me and were just trying to cover it up.”

“I’m not quite sure where you got that idea from,” He spoke seriously but gently, setting his hands down, “Everything I’ve ever said I’ve meant sincerely. What you can and can’t do on this ship does not determine your value.” He glanced at your wounds, “And you do not need these to prove that you are not a burden.”

“Then how have I proven myself?” you asked bluntly.

“Through your determination. You’ve shown the character you hold, and there’s hardly anything more to prove. That is why you are a member of my crew.” He went on, “But do not scar yourself. Scars hold memories of noble trials.”

You nodded slowly. This certainly didn’t classify as a “noble trial”. You let out a small sob as you tried to take all of his words in, “Are you mad?” you asked weakly, but your simple sentence implied much more. Despite his words, your lingering trauma made you wonder if Shanks was through with you because of your actions.

The question hung in the air between you. Eventually, he gave you a small smile. “If that is your way of asking if I’m done with you, then far from it.” He added softly, “Haven't you been listening?”

Your lower lip quivered upon hearing those words. “I’m sorry…” you whispered, not being able to meet his eyes. Nevertheless, behind those simple words were doubts that flooded your brain. Doubts that he actually didn’t care for you that much. That he wouldn’t treat you the same after this.

He reached forward, wrapping his arms around you, embracing you with more care than you had ever known. Minding your leg, he held you tight. It was as if he could sense your doubts as he softly spoke, “I’ll have you know that nothing could ever how I care for you.”

Perhaps he knew that your doubts couldn't be dispelled after one day. But something in you broke, as you realized that those words were his promise to prove that he truly cared for you. That one day, he would destroy every last doubt inside of you. You leaned into him, letting his presence, (perhaps for the very first time) finally comfort you.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Meant To Be

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> When you find yourself transported to the future, you begin to question if you were always meant to be here.

Disclaimer: Kinda open ended, platonic!Steve x reader, fluff, angst, Reader comes from the 40s, MJ scaring people, oblivious idiots, swearing, mentions of violence. Not Proof Read.

You groaned as you hit the solid ground. “Oh, I am gonna kill Howard.”

Coughing a little before rolling onto your front to try and stand, you took a look around you. 

“Where the fuck-”

As you brushed some dust from your skirt, a loud blaring alarm sounded overhead. You were quick to cover your ears before trying to find an exit. What was the wager that Howard had set something on fire again?

But before you could call out, the floor beneath you fell open and you went sliding down. A scream let itself out from your lungs, only stopping just before you landed and rolled onto a pristine white floor. 

“Jarvis, who is she?”

Once again, you groaned. You held your head, keeping your eyes closed. “For god’s sake, Howard. You know who I am. Don’t pull that bullshit with - ow - me.”

As you stood on your feet, you looked around you again. The whole room was white. Where the hell were you?

“Jarvis?”

You recognised the name, but not the voice that said his name. 

Slowly turning around, you started to realise where you were. It wasn’t like any you were used to but you were, in fact, in a cell. 

“I can��t seem to find an ID for her from this century.”

“This century?”

You looked through the glass. “Where’s Howard?”

The man looked right at you. “I ask the questions here.”

“Considering I’ve just landed who the fuck knows where, I’d say I’m the one who should be asking questions. How much did he pay you? Thirty, forty bucks?” 

“Forty bucks?”

The man seemed disgusted. 

“What? Keep Y/n distracted so he can run around town again? Just so you know, if I don’t kick his ass, Peggy will.”

“Stark! What the hell is going on?”

Tony watched as you lit up a little at the voice coming down the hall. 

“Steve?!” You called out. 

Tony had already been confused when he got an alert from Jarvis that someone had broken into the facility. Then he was confused even more when you asked for Howard. But now? Now he was more confused than ever. 

“Steve!? Oh, thank god. Tell this moron to let me out. Howard’s probably ten seconds away from setting the whole building on fire. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Tony turned to his side and took a long look at Steve. He looked…pale. Shocked, to say the least. Like someone had just stuck a knife into his heart and he was watching himself bleed out. 

“Y/n?”

“You know her?” Tony asked quietly. 

You laughed. “What? Did Howard pay you, too? Just so you know, once I’ve kicked his ass, I’m gonna have Peggy kick yours.”

Steve turned towards Tony with a slightly heated gaze. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything. She just showed up here. Who is she?”

Reading the room, you took a few steps forward. Something told you that this wasn’t just a prank. “Steve, what’s going on?”

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

Steve felt the breath leave his lungs. “What…What year is it?”

You chuckled. This game again?

“1944.”

Steve couldn’t breathe. 

“Sir, though I’m not quite sure how it’s possible. I do believe this is Agent Y/n Y/l/n. Born in 1921, she went missing the summer before Sargent Barnes fell from the train.”

That sentence made you panic a little. “Okay, Jarvis! Howard, I get it. You can call it off now!”

“Call what off?” 

Steve ignored Tony for a few moments. “Y/n, I think you’re gonna wanna sit down.”

“Steve, what’s going on?”

“Tony, open the doors.”

He didn’t think twice and the glass door slid away and behind the panel, letting Steve inside. 

“Steve?”

He didn’t say anything. He just hugged you. Tight. Like he’d waited years to do so. So, you hugged him back. “Steve, you’re scaring me now. What’s going on? Where’s Howard? I swear to god if this is some-”

Steve leaned back and shook his head. “No, this isn’t…it’s not a joke.”

You stepped back a little and took in the two men in front of you. Although he wasn’t Howard, he did have a funny resemblance to him. And Steve…the last time you saw him…he’d been wearing his uniform. Not a blue button down and a pair of jeans. 

“You should probably come with us.”

Less than ten minutes later you were sitting in Tony’s lab. Some kind of floating projector showed different images and other things. All the while, you could feel Steve’s eyes burning a hole into the side of your head. 

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Being in the underground bunker. Howard’s testing some new chemical weapons. It’s meant to melt weaponry from the inside. Steve, what happened? Jarvis…s’voice…he said Bucky fell. Did we lose?”

Steve shook his head, taking your hand in his. “No. The war…we won the war. But…Hydra…they captured Bucky. We all thought…I thought he was dead. I thought you were dead.”

You couldn’t do anything else but laugh, though it wasn’t happy. “Steve, I was with you less than twenty minutes ago. And Howard-”

“Howard’s dead.”

“Tony.” Steve scolded. 

“What?”

You looked back at Steve, then at Tony. 

“Y/n, this is Tony. Howard’s son.”

You heard yourself gasp a little. But before you could understand what the hell was going on, the doors across the lab swung open. 

“Mr Stark! I’ve finally figured it out! If I just change the chemical- oh. Hello.”

You looked over at the young boy who couldn’t be more than seventeen or eighteen. 

“Y/n, this is Peter. Peter, this is-”

“Holy shit, you’re Y/n Y/l/n.”

Both Tony and Steve looked at Peter. “You know her?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, MJ goes on about her all the time. MJ’s my girlfriend, by the way and she thinks you're, like, super cool. But- hey. Wait a minute. How can you be here?”

“I’ve been asking myself that same question.”

“Mr Stark?”

Tony sighed. “Best we can figure is that my old man went wrong and somehow…”

“Invented time travel?” Peter finished. 

Tony nodded, as did you. 

“Sounds like Howard.”

“Maybe you should call Scott?”

“Why Scott?”

Peter shrugged. “I was gonna suggest Hank but I didn’t think you two are still talking since the burrito fiasco in the cafe the other week.”

Steve just looked at Tony and it took a few minutes but the Stark kid threw his head back before grumbling and pulling out his phone. “Fine.”

“He’s just like his dad,” Steve heard you whisper as you watched him walk away. 

“Hey,” Steve said softly, bringing your attention back to him. “How are you feeling?”

“Dizzy. Terrified. Angry. A little more dizzy.”

Steve just held your hand tighter. 

“Steve, I need you to tell me everything that happened because right now I have too many questions and…I don’t even know where to begin.”

Steve nodded understandably. You’d been missing for longer than he’d been in the ice. You’d become a part of some of the ghost stories with the walls of Shield. You’d become a small block of text in the Smithsonian since nobody knew anything else. 

Your name was one of the first that he searched for when he got out of the ice. If he can be left sleeping in the ice for seventy years, gods can wield magic hammers and aliens can fall from the sky, then surely you could still be alive somewhere, right?

But there had still been no trace of you. 

Until today when a loud rad alarm started to sound throughout the kitchen to alert whoever was left in the compound that someone had broken in. 

So, starting from the beginning, Steve told you as much as he could in the short time you had together. With Peter filling in a few gaps. 

Steve told you about when you went missing. How Howard has a black eye for three weeks since Peggy had hit him hard when she realised what he’d been making and didn’t think to use any safety precautions. One thing Howard knew for certain was that you weren’t dead. How he knew that, the others couldn’t figure. But it was easier to accept than thinking Howard Stark had just murdered one of his closest friends. 

Steve told you about when Bucky fell and when he went into the ice. He told you about the end of the war and him and Peggy. 

Peter told you about Tony and the little snippets he knew from what he’d been told. Peter accidently let slip that Bucky had been the one to murder Howard and his wife, Maria. 

Steve explained about the Winter Soldier programme and waking up in the ice. He told you about New York and The Avengers. Peter mentioned how he, too, was a Superhero. Steve explained about Natasha, Sam and Bucky. Peter mentioned bringing Bucky and Steve up to date with Star Wars and other movie franchises. 

Then Steve explained, briefly, about Wakanda and what Bucky had been through. 

Tears slipped from your eyes and Steve helped you wipe them away. “So…he’s…he’s alive?”

Steve nodded with a smile. “He’s alive.”

You felt yourself breathing again. Steve had only told you the key things about what happened to Bucky. You couldn’t begin to imagine the pain he went through, or the pain Steve went through realising he’d lost Peggy. 

Last you knew, Peggy and Steve were crushing hard on each other. You and Bucky had a bet running for how long it would take for Steve to finally ask her on a date. 

“Okay, he’s on his way. He doesn’t believe me, but I don't even believe it.” Tony announced as he walked back inside, pocketing his phone. 

“What happens now? What am I meant to do?”

Steve looked at Tony who just shrugged. “You stay here with us until we can get some kind of answer, I guess.”

You tilted your head at Steve. “I’m meant to be in the 40s. What the hell am I supposed to do whilst I’m here? Better yet, what the hell am I meant to do when I can go home? What, am I just not meant to tell you anything? Or Bucky for that matter? Oh, my god! Can I even get home?”

Steve placed his hands on your shoulders and led you back to your seat. “Okay, just sit down. Just breathe.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“Blueberry?” Tony suddenly shoved a silver packet into your face. “They can help calm the nervous system.”

Tony didn’t say anything else. But he did unfurl your hand and place a packet in your palm. 

“Can I even get home?”

“Uhh…”

“It’s not a question of whether or not you can get home. It’s do you go home?”

Everyone, including yourself, jumped. All except for Peter. 

“Jesus Christ,” you swore to yourself, holding onto your chest. 

“How the hell did you get in here?” Tony turned towards the curly haired girl standing beside Peter. 

“Peter texted me.”

Tony just stared at the girl. “That still doesn’t answer my question.”

Steve sighed. “She’s training with Nat and Laura, remember?”

That seemed to answer something. 

“See, that’s how you give me information.”

“Oh,” Peter jumped back into the conversation. “Agent Y/l/n?”

“Please, call me Y/n.”

“This is MJ, my girlfriend.”

You smiled at her and she gave you a small smile back. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

Half an hour later, three people walked inside who were introduced to you as “Ant-Man, but not the original Ant-Man-.”, “Hope”, “She’s the Wasp.”, and “Hank Pym.”

“I believe you might be able to…help.”

Hank nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“What ‘we’ can do?”

“Why ‘we’?”

“It’s my lab, Pym.”

“And it’s my research, Stark.”

“I found her first.”

“But you called me, remember?”

The argument continued on for a few more minutes until finally you stood up. 

“Hey!” 

That shut them up. 

“I am not some lab rat that you’re gonna be poking needles into! I understand that I’m over seventy years out of my time, but I’m not some experiment. I’m human, alright?!”

Hope nudged MJ. “I like her.”

Hank and Tony seemed to come to a silent agreement. “Okay, how about we start with the basics?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Over the next few hours, you had your heart rate monitored, your blood pressure taken, your memory tested. You filled out multiple different medical forms. You told them everything you could about where and when you were born, what you did in the last week of your life in the 40s and was fed so many blueberries you were pretty sure your skin would turn the same colour. 

“MJ?”

As the boys messed with things on the other side of the lab, you took a seat beside the girl. 

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled. “I was hoping I might be able to talk to you.”

MJ nodded. “What about?”

“Earlier, when you said it’s more about do I get back…Peter mentioned you might know a few things about me, after I went missing.”

MJ nodded slowly. “I…might.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone anything. Whatever you know will stay between you and me.”

MJ nodded. “Okay.”

“Just…tell me everything?”

And she did. 

About the rumours, about the ghost stories. That’s all they were, but there was always a hint of truth in stories. Some people still looked for you, others believed you hadn’t ever existed at all. There was a lot of research done after your disappearance. What had caused it, where you could have gone. 

“Does this research still exist?”

“You’d have to ask Mr Stark about that one. Mostly it was his dad’s stuff. I only know because Agent Romanoff was helping me find references for a college paper.”

You smiled. “Thank you, MJ.”

That was when Jarvis, who wasn’t Javis, spoke. “Uh, Captain Rogers, sir. Sergeant Barnes and Captain Wilson have returned.”

“Thank you, Jarvis.”

You looked over at Steve. 

“I’ll go and get him.”

You just nodded and watched as Steve jogged down the hall, out of the doors and towards the stairs. 

“Did you date?”

You turned back to MJ. “What?”

“You and Barnes? There were always rumours. And I’ve seen the footage.”

“Footage?”

“They still show clips in the Smithsonian. You know, like Steve keeping a picture of Peggy in his compass. I’ve seen some of you and Barnes.”

You could only nod, letting her know you’d heard what she said. 

Truth be told, you and Bucky hadn’t been dating. You were just friends. He’d save you a dance at every Hall. He was the one, besides Peggy, who you’d been closest to. On the days where all his confidence and charm would leave his body – mostly when he was geeking out at the technology fairs – you’d stick by his side and help him out. 

Some women he’d try and talk to, so you’d give him a push. But others…he was nice to them, but he just wanted some time alone. The war was a lot and with his own call-up looming, he just wanted some time. So, making sure he didn’t constantly bump into people, you’d both pretend you were on a date. It kept some girls away, and you and him had a great time. 

And despite your growing crush over the last few months…no, you weren’t dating. 

Your head kicked back into gear. “No. No, we weren’t dating. Just friends.”

MJ just gave you a look. You knew that look. Because it was the same look Peggy had given you three days ago when she cornered you in the girls bathroom after you excused yourself when one of the blonde agents waltzed her way over to talk to Bucky. 

Before your conversation could continue further, however, there were multiple sets of boots pounding on the floor. The noise was growing closer and closer. 

You stood up from your chair, standing directly in view of the glass doorway, your skirt swishing a little around your knees. 

And through the glass, you saw Bucky come to a halt. 

He just stared at you. 

He was in dark blue tactical gear, a man stood behind him with a jet pack attached to his back and Steve remained beside him. 

Bucky stood alone just staring at you. 

Then he started walking. 

Opening the door, your name fell from his lips before he ran towards you and you ran to him. 

Crashing in the middle, Bucky’s arms held your tightly almost crushing your bones. 

“Y/n,”

“James,” you felt yourself smile. 

“You’re alive?”

“Apparently.”

He just held you tighter. “I didn’t believe him. He told me…you were here and…you’re really here.”

Bucky felt himself laugh a little. He was stunned. To him, he hadn’t spoken to you in over seventy years, but he knew, to you, you and him had spoken that morning. 

He never forgot you. 

He never let himself forget you.

You meant too much to him. 

“I don’t have a clue what’s going on, but boy am I glad to see you.”

Bucky laughed again before leaning back to look at you. Instinctively, he held your face. Both of you had tears in your eyes but that didn’t matter. 

“God, you’re alive.”

Bucky hugged you again. 

“If you two love birds have finished, might we get back to work?” Hank called out. 

Scott nudged him and Hope slapped him across the head. Meanwhile, you remained fixed in Bucky’s arms. 

Hours and hours and hours of work later, you were sitting on your own since Bucky had left to go and get you something to eat. 

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Sam came and sat beside you. 

“Something tells me I don’t make it back home.”

“Maybe you’re not meant to.”

You just looked at Sam. And he took a breath before talking again. 

“First time I asked Bucky about his life before,” Sam started. “The first person he mentioned was you. You were close to him. And he was close to you. He told me losing you was one of the worst pains he ever suffered through. And when Steve mentioned your name today, I saw someone come back to life inside of him. A person even I haven’t seen in Bucky since that day when he first talked about you.”

You didn’t exactly know where Sam was going with his speech, so you just let him continue. 

“Maybe, for whatever reasons will help you rationalise this, you were meant to be here instead. With these two, but most importantly…” Sam just pointed to Bucky across the room who was handing out different lunch meals to everyone as Peter carried the tray. 

“Nothing is as I remember it.”

“Maybe you’re not as you remember.”

You just looked at Sam, puzzled. 

“Those two science nerds will probably have some big, elaborate explanation but, maybe you didn’t time travel. Maybe you just got stranded in time. Pushed through each year in order to get to this one. And, whenever you dropped-”

“Literally.”

“Into here…it was because you needed to. Because it was meant to be.”

You rolled your eyes a little and laughed. “Okay.”

Sam just chuckled and nudged you. 

Bucky eventually made his way over to you, just in time to hear Sam ask; “And if you’ve got any tips on how to tap into Mr White Wolf, I’ll take ‘em.”

Sam tapped Bucky on the arm as he passed him by, heading towards the food Steve was opening up at one of the tables. 

“It’s not ration food, but it’s the closest I could find to something familiar.” 

You smiled accepting the meal as Bucky sat beside you and ate his own with you. 

Looking around you, you took everyone in. The super soldiers, the humans, the ego filled scientists and the kids. And the longer you looked, the more it started to look familiar. 

Maybe a different room, maybe a different year. 

But it was still the same. 

Then Sam’s words echoed in your head. 

“Meant to be.”

A month later, you were still in the future. People were still looking for answers but the longer time pushed on, the more you began to realise maybe Sam was right. Maybe this was where you were meant to be. 

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Hello, I'm back with another request😁 A human reader x Nine (platonic), where reader is travelling with Sonic and is basically everything but what the Chaos Council is, which are the only humans Nine ever saw, so it kinda confuses him and maybe how their relationship would go forward, you know, how he would change his thoughts on reader and his behaviour. Hope you'll get it

“Ugh, Why Did it Have to be You?!”

“Pairing”: (Platonic) Nine x Human Reader

Requested: Yes (by @grapegirlpoland , hello again!).

Description: Nine didn’t trust humans. Not in the slightest. So why was he drawn to you? Someone he swore to despise?

Notes: This one was fun to write! I hope you enjoy it!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

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Okay…This was definitely the strangest adventure you’ve been on.

First Sonic breaks the Paradox Prism, then you’re in this industrialized version of Green Hill.

Now, you’re at a train station, getting glares from a two-tailed fox named Nine.

Sonic seems to think he’s Tails.

You know he’s not.

“Sonic, come on,” you say. “Let’s leave him be.”

“Listen to the human,” Nine spats. “Leave me alone.”

“But- [Name], it’s Tails!” Sonic says.

“My NAME is NINE!” Nine yells, pushing Sonic away from him. “Now leave me alone before I blast you to bits!”

But Sonic didn’t budge.

Eventually, Nine gave up trying to shoo Sonic away.

But he wouldn’t let you in his workshop.

“Go away, human,” Nine spats. “You’re not welcome here.”

Okay, so maybe you were a bit hurt by that.

It’s fine…

You were used to other Mobians being wary of you for being human…

It’s fine.

Let’s skip a while further, shall we?

You’re now in The Grim, ropes around your torso and wrists, with two Cyber Sonic replicas guarding you.

For what it’s worth, this is a better hostage situation than the other ones you’ve been in.

Except Nine keeps glancing over at you.

You don’t understand it.

“You good over there, bud?” you ask. “You keep staring at me.”

Nine’s fur bristles up as his pupils dilate, and he immediately turns away, averting his gaze.

“I’m not your bud,” Nine spats. “And I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“C’mon, Nine, you’re smarter than that,” you say. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“You talk as if you’re not captured,” Nine says. “You must be pretty pathetic, then, if you’re used to this.”

“Nice way to dodge the conversation,” you say with an eye roll. “Heard that one before. Got any new material?”

“Weak, dull-minded, human trash,” Nine spats. “Is that new enough for you?”

“Nope,” you state, popping the ‘p’. “Heard that one too.”

“Ugh! I’m not arguing with a stupid human!” Nine yells.

“What do you have against humans, anyway?” you ask.

“Tch. Does the Chaos Council ring a bell?” Nine asks.

“So…What, you meet a handful of bad people and think we’re all bad?” you ask. “Sure, those guys are rotten eggs, but us humans can be pretty chill.”

“And how can I believe you?” Nine asks.

“If I was a bad person, Sonic wouldn’t keep me around,” you say.

“Sonic is a bumbling idiot,” Nine states.

“That I can agree with,” you say with a chuckle.

You hear Nine snicker.

Maybe you can get through to this kid.

“Yeah, he can be preeetty foolish,” you say. “Saw him run face-first into a tree the other day.”

Nine’s laughter gets a bit louder, but quickly disperses, and he clears his throat.

“This doesn’t mean I trust you, human,” Nine says.

“You can call me [Name], you know,” you tell him.

He turns away from you again.

He thinks he can get used to you.

…Maybe he’ll share his paradise with you, instead.

No, no! What is he thinking?!

…

Maybe…

Maybe humans aren’t all so bad…

Maybe you're the exception.