Believer :: 3Below Reader Insert

"Stuart!" (y/n) exclaimed, swinging the door open to the electronic store and darting inside. Stuart nearly fell off his ladder with a shout as (y/n) pushes through the legs of it and made it tobble. "EEK!" Stuart exclaimed, latching onto the shelves for balance. He breathed out unsteadily once he regained control and glanced down to see the overly excited little girl running up and down the store, making laps around the counter and sliding across the hard floors with her small shoes still on her feet making small dirt tracks where ever she stepped. "Oh Gorbon, starlight, I just mopped those floors!" He called with a exasperated sigh. (y/n) came to a halt, breathing fast as she looked up at the durian in disguise. A bright smile etched across her face when she looked at him, in his green frog squeakers on his feet, disheveled brown and updo hair, red bathrobe with dark grey sweats and terribly rainbow dyed shirt to tie it all together. With a shake of his head, Stuart stepped off the ladder. "What's shaking, eggs and bacon?" Stuart mused, his steps accompanied by honks from his slippers. (y/n) giggled and tittered, dragging Stuart into their apartment.

"I got an invitation from a classmate to go to a party!" (y/n) mouthed, her voice quiet in sheer excitement. Stuart's eyes go wide and he joins in her glee. "An invitation! Really?!" He repeated making (y/n) nod her head wildly. "From who? Is it from a booyy?" Stuart teased. Immediately (y/n) made an exaggerated expression, pulling her lips back into a grimace and letting her tongue hang out with a grossed out look. "Eww! Boys have cooties! It was from a girl named Yvonne for her birthday!" She clarified before kicking her lavender shoes off. Stuart made a silent noise of acknowledgment, nodding his head lightly. "Ah, I see. Got 'cha." Stuart played along. (y/n) dragged Stuart into her room, previous his if not obvious by the pile of old Durian tech laying in the corner swept away thoughtlessly. Stuart sat down on her small bed with a short groan as he bent his knees, the messy and wrinkly blankets moving in motion with his added weight. (y/n) skipped to her closet and began to look through her hanging clothes. "I need help picking an outfit! And I gotta make sure I don't smell like grease!" (y/n) listed, grabbing a pair of pants and a (favorite animal) shirt. "And a gift." Stuart added making (y/n) gasp. "A gift! What do I give her?"
Stuart extended his arms "whatever you want! What do you think she'll like?" He wondered, looking at (y/n) curiously. The girl looked around her room, picking things up off her counter and then throwing it behind her before deciding on a strange object. A doll that she hand made with Stuart's help to look like an alien; a crudely crafted enlongated head, green painted skin that was chipping away to reveal the peachy flesh colored plastic underneath, googly eyes glued onto the dolls forehead above its actual eyes, and to top it all off a clashing eye bleeding assortment of colored clothes covering the dolls body. It was the closest thing (y/n) had to a Durian like doll on Earth, and it was her most prized possession. "This!" Stuart nodded with agreement immediately. "Yes ma'am. I will find a nice present box to put this in right now!" Stuart decided, grabbing the doll out of (y/n)'s small hands. "While I do so, make your hair nice and pretty." He added as he walked out of (y/n)'s room.
"Wait, Stuart!" (y/n) stopped him, running towards him with a small pant. Stuart turned around and looked down at (y/n) again, raising a brow. "Um..." She hesitated, playing with her fingers before speaking again. "When you drop me off at Yvonne's place, can you wait for the party to end before you come and get me instead of joining me?" (y/n) asked making Stuart look confused. "What?" He tilted his head kneeling down to her height. "You- You want me to not come with you? Why?"
(y/n) thought in her head, looking down at her feet. "Well. It's just that I wanna look good in front of Yvonne." She tried to explain to Stuart, taking breaks between her words to breath before continuing. Stuart kept a neutral expression as she spoke, however his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil at the thought of leaving her completely alone. Stuart schools his features before (y/n) could notice and continued to listen to (y/n)'s reasoning. "This is the first time I was invited to something. And all the other kids are going without their parents. So I just thought that-" As (y/n) went on in an attempt to explain herself, a small smile began to form on Stuart's face. He put a hand on (y/n)'s shoulder and put a hand up. "Okay okay. I understand, starlight." He started. "I promise I will let you go to this party by yourself." (y/n) showed Stuart her teeth in a smile as she wrapped- or tried to wrap- her arms around Stuart in a hug. She could feel the small amount of peach fuzz on his chin scratching against her hair as he returned the gesture.