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Nightmare paradise; Doctor Strange x daughter reader

I exclaimed as I pleaded it to stop before it was too late, but soon enough my hair resembled a porcupine with it's quills standing up. My dad laughed as the cloak finally released me and I fixed my hair.

"Very funny dad."

"Oh I think it's very funny." He said through his deep baritone chuckle. I tried to adjust my hair but some strands still remained on end. "Here, let me help." He then licked his fingers and I exclaimed.

"Eww gross you know I hate that!"

"Well it's either this or we wet your hair again and you don't have time to argue because you're already 10 minutes late for class."

"WHAT!?" I looked at the grandfather clock and saw that it was already 7:50am. "Shit!"

"Ah-ah-ah-ah language!" my dad scolded me. I growled lowly and said.

"Okay fine just fix it hurry!" he soon made my hairbrush appear and he gently re-brushed my hair to it's normal way. Any crazy strand that was out of place, my dad would lick his fingers and tame it down by stroking it down to the rest of my hair.

"There you go, back to your normal gorgeous hair." I then quickly opened up a portal to my school but before I left the cloak once again grabbed my arm preventing me from leaving.

"What now?"

"You know the rules, come on. No matter how old you get you never leave the house without giving your old man a kiss." I looked up at him then stood up on my tip toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm going to be late."

"You're always late." The cloak finally freed me and I hopped through the portal and gave one last wave to my dad before closing the portal back up. As the last warning bell rang, I quickly raced through the back entrance of the school and raced to my first class.

The day went on as normal. First block Advance Science, second block, PE, followed by half of third block being English and then lunch at 12:15pm and that's where I was right now. We had about a half hour for lunch before continuing the second half of 3rd block since that's how second lunches go.

See my school has this strange set up based on whatever class you have for your 3rd block depends on your lunch schedule. If you had an elective class (choir, drama, band, orchestra, art), a foreign language, or science class you had 1st lunch at around 10:30am (so that means you eat lunch before you would go to your 3rd block class).

Second lunches (like me) follow under English and Math have the first half dedicated to class, then lunch then we continue our class. And then 3rd lunches are for the people who eat lunch after their 3rd block classes, they'd eat then go straight to their last class of the day (history, PE/driver's ED, health, home economics).

I was sitting with some of my friends when I heard a voice call out to me.

"Hey (Y/n)!" I turned and saw my group of friends. I walked over to our table and that's when one of my friends Courtney said.

"Yo (n/n) what be up?"

"Nothing much, just trying to get by in Mr. Gordon's class."

"I still can't believe you somehow managed to pass his class when a friend of mine is struggling so bad. And he's never done bad in the advance classes." Said another friend of mine, Bobi said.

"I think it comes from having a neurosurgeon as a father. Well former neurosurgeon." I said recalling the accident. Of course I never told my friends that my dad eventually became a superhero that could bend time and reality to his will all thanks to his training he did with the former Sorceress Supreme.