Give Me All Of Your Dabloons

Daily Writing (pt: 1)

So i have decided to start a series of Professor Willow x Reader fanfics where the reader is his adopted child. These will hopefully be released daily up until my birthday (22nd March). So, uh, lets get on with it.

Pairing: Prof. Willow X Autistic! TransMasc! Reader

Summary: In which the professor notices something wrong with his adopted ‘daughter’, and stops the reader from making a decision they may regret.

Extra info: Reader goes by He/They. Professor Willow finds this out during the fanfic. Reader also has an Eevee

!!This FanFic Takes Place In Galar!!

Windon was eerily quiet this morning as the professor emerged from his bedroom. The only signs of life being the sound of eevee paws scattering on the hardwood floor in the modest flat.

As he went to go turn on the coffee maker, he noticed a half drank glass of water on the kitchen island, this showing that you probably had yet another restless night. And not that he noticed it he could hear you rummaging for something in your room.

      “Shit, where are they?” Followed a large thump, probably you throwing a plushie.

      “(Name), are you ok?” At this point he was getting worried, you don’t usually have to look for things, they usually have a set place.

There was a slight pause before a door slammed and your eevee skittered into the kitchen. Now at this point he had to go and check on you, and as he got to the door of your room, he saw the mess you left behind and was surprised.

*-*Meanwhile In The Bathroom*-*

You were calling your friend with tears in your eyes as you desperately tried to figure out how to hack your hair off. You were so upset that you didn’t hear footsteps approaching the door.

      “Come on (Name), you can’t be doing this. I really do think you should tell your dad.” Hop spoke up, for once he was trying to be the voice of reason, but you weren’t listening.

      “Hop, you know I can’t do that, what- what if-” you started, but you were interrupted by the door squeaking.

"(Name), what does hop think you need to tell me?"

So-

That Eevee is going to evolve in the future, but can you guess what. (It's already chosen btw [: )

Part 2 may end up happening tomorrow, who knows.

Also planning on giving snippets of my sona at the bottom of my oneshots.

Anyways-

Reblogs are apreciated

-Ez

Main masterlist | Pokémon masterlist | Part 2

What about the massive shoulders and slutty waist, you can't go about ignoring that.

i think i’m funny 🙏🏻

Hey guys, guess what I learned to do

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Chapter 8

Everyone tried their hardest to carry on with their conversations after being told that their attention could make you feel even worse.

The only people you let near you were Mina and Kirishima, who brought you a snack and a soft blanket to help you recover.

Mina was the first to speak.

"So," she paused as she thought of what to say next, "how are you feeling?"

Being unable to speak, you just gave her a look that said 'that should be obvious.' She just laughed and told Kirishima to explain the situation to the Bakusquad.

"Hey, at least you can take some of your emotions out during training this afternoon?" Mina spoke again, "Hopefully that will make you feel better."

Hopefully

--Timeskip--

You had decided against battling your peers during training, instead opting for the training equipment to the side.

You were planning on beating the shit out of a punching bag before being told to rejoin the class. Hopefully that wouldn't be too soon.

*Tap tap tap*

Ugh footsteps.

*Tap tap tap*

Allmight's footsteps.

"Young (L/n), Young Midoriya has injured himself -again-, so I'm trusting you to-"

"No" you glared at him.

He stared at you, baffled. "Young (L/n)-"

"I said no. I hate repeating myself."

You both stood in silence for a few minutes before he spoke back up.

"Ok, but please remember, young (L/n), it's you who's holding yourself back."

You nodded and turned back to the punching bag as Allmight walked off.

Not even 10 minutes later, you hear someone else approaching you, a set of very explosive stomps progressively getting louder until they come to a stop.

"Bakugo," you turn to face him, "What do you want?"

And there he stood, very pissed and looking ready to brawl.

"If you're looking to call me a freak, you need to be more original. Uraraka's already come at me twice today." He still said nothing. "It's 9 in the morning. I've only been up for half an hour."

That's what seemed to break him out of his silence.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THE RAMBLING?!? I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING MAD AT ME!?!"

(Y/n): ¯ \_(ツ)_/¯

"DAMN YOU AND YOUR FACE" He sighed afterwards, and apparently your shock wasn't obvious with how soft and sheepishly he said his next words.

"Listen, that dumbass Deku decided to destroy his body again, and I don't have anyone to practice with. Soooo... I was wondering-"

Shit   .   .   .   .

Maybe you should have let him finish.

Stood there, hand on his face, a red mark from your own fist blooming underneath.

"Fight me, bitch."

.  _  .  _  .  _  .  _  .

Sorry this was so late, I've been feeling low lately and have needed to focus more on my final project for college, hopefully I'll be getting chapters out more often.

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Main masterlist | BNHA masterlist | Series masterlist | Chapter 9

tags: @deathkinni

sorry your kid wouldnt stop naming pokemon in order so we had to flatten em into a sheet of lasagna

Maybe I could do a crossover with warrior nun as well

Genuine question

Pls, I need answers asap

Would it be inappropriate of me to make a ghoul oc (yk, the band ghost) and make a crossover X oc fanfic with like BNHA or ROTG or smthn like that?

They will be autistic, of course, because I don’t know how to write neurotypicals and can’t give a shit with learning how. I just have this urge to make stuff because I can’t find enough of it out there.

Option 3: A poetic visualisation of middle child syndrome

Alien Blues

Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks X autistic reader

This one shot contains fluff, nesting, maybe some angst, and something that I always call 'autism dominance' (idk the real term for it, but it's basically and autistic individual who's traits are more noticeable than usual, probably due to stress)

DO NOT REPOST/PLAGARISE

Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Based on this post

Quirk is from my Fan Fic series, Endless Forms Most Beautiful (but not the same universe) and you can read the info sheet here

Right now you just wanted to cry, but you almost visibly recoiled at the thought of your face feeling wet and sticky with salt.

The whole day, all you wanted was to be buried in your lover's arms, wings wrapped around each other, tucked into the corner of your apartment that was turned into a nest.

But instead you were stuck shoulder to shoulder with every type of stranger possible on the subway home from your dream-turned-nightmare 9-5 job.

You swear you've almost been fired a couple of times today. From your 'informal' work attitude because of you're stimming, to not wanting to give you're sweaty palmed and just generally unclean superior physical contact.

You can almost feel how moist your bones are inside your body, and count every air molecule that that you felt pounding against your skin as your finally freed from the metal cage of nightmarish speed. Speaking of nightmarish speeds, that's the one you chose to run at to guarantee no more sensory problems on your way home.

You wish you could fly, you really do. But the contract your company had with you which meant you couldn't use your quirk, unless it was for what was classed as a genuine reason.

As you closed the door to the apartment, you peeled your feet out of the ridiculous dress shoes the company had you wear so you could morph you feet into a more comfortable and natural state.

Stretching your wings and arms above your head, you wander your home searching for pillows, blankets, and most importantly, your beloved, Keigo Takami.

You heard the door open and close mid forage, and you whip your head around, eyes locking on the intruder.

"Keigo!" You sobbed, not realising your love was going to be home so early. Soon you found yourself breaking down in his arms.

"Hey, hey. Baby calm down. Let's get you into the nest, and I'll get you some snacks." He offered, and all you could muster was a quiet 'mhm' , and as soon as your body hit the circular mattress in your living room, you went limp, and Keigo left to get something to eat from the kitchen, as well as the blankets you had dropped.

"Today was shit." You spat out. "They kept on touching me."

"I know, baby bird. How about we finish the nest, order some takeout, and watch that ghost show you like?"

You look up at him from your spot in the nest, baffled.

"You're willing to watch Lockwood & Co. with me? You never do this."

"Sometimes sacrifices need to be made to make people happy."

~*-*~Timeskip~*-*~

A few pizzas and a finished nest later, you and Keigo were cuddling, your back to his chest.

He suddenly spoke up,

"I don't think she did look in the mirror."

You turn to look at him with a raised eye, questioning him.

"The one with the curly hair? I personally think she had enough time to look while George got the net."

. . .

There was silence for a bit before Keigo spoke.

"Nah, I don't think so, c'm'ere."

And before you knew it, you were pinned, deft hands working at your sides, causing you to writhe and giggle, almost to the point of pain.

"NO KEI- STOP, PLEASE." You squealed.

"Only if you stop being such a smart ass."

"AAAAHHH, FINE FINE JUST STOOPP, PLEASE."

. . .

Keigo flopped down onto you, and you welcomed it, the pressure grounding you.

"Y'know," you said, "I lied about what I said earlier." You admitted.

"Oh, shaddup."

That was fun to write

This prompt was made by @mirukosbitchywife

I hope I can use more of them in the future

Anyways, bye for now :]

-Ez