#miss posting a lil bit so i'm poking my head in
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. | Sully Family
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : "You taught me that love doesn't make us weak, it makes us stronger." Sully! Reader to Sully! Parents? Just a fluffy family fic please
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : sully!family x sully!daughter
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : becoming one with the metkayina's has not been an easy task. as everyone continues to settle in their own ways, your family begins to grow more worried about your well-being. this isn't the sully they know. you're withdrawn, and quiet. what better way to fix that than to seek you out when you least expect it?
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : hi if you're confused so am i! there were issues when i first posted this so i am reposting it again. thank you for the love on the previous one though! // trust me this is fluffy 😭 just have to go through a lil angst to get to that part <33 this is purely a self-indulgent hurt/comfort fic! didn't fully proofread this btw! pls feel free to reblog and leave your thoughts in the comments.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : bullying, discrimination, angst but fluff at the end, descriptions of loneliness, hurt/comfort, you're gonna wish even more that u were a sully after reading this.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.2k words
𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 : hiiiiii my luvs you can read part 2: here !🙏🏼
The ocean was not your friend, you could only look at the endless channel of water in disdain. This was far too daunting for you, you liked the little rivers or ponds back at home. The sealife while beautiful, petrified you.
You missed the lush greens and the smell of the dew from the occasional rain back in the jungle. It was easy to forget your responsibilities, not that you had as many as your other siblings. Being the second youngest Sully had its perks. Not older than Lo'ak, and not younger than Tuk.
The "expeditions" you went on now made you look like a fool. You didn't know the terrain here, how to navigate fluidly through the water like Tsireya, Ao'nung, or Roxto.
Each passing day your siblings got better at managing to hold their breath, and riding their Ilu's. But you were still stuck in the past.
It felt reality kept kicking you in the face. Your stubborn self was annoyed as well. Holding a grudge against your family. It seemed like no one missed home. You understood why your parents made the decision they did, but it didn't make the act of doing so hurt any less.
At least you had these quiet moments before your thoughts ran rampant to practice your breathing.
You were suddenly interrupted from your twisting thoughts when a nudge was directed at your head.
It was Ao'nung and his crew.
"Leave me alone." You hissed at them, not wanting to deal with their bullshit today.
"Leave me alone." Ao'nung mocked you as he tugged on your tail.
You quickly stood up, looking to see if any of your family were close by. They weren't. You were supposed to be back in the Mauri but once again, you lost track of time.
"No one is here to help you, Y/n."
They grabbed your hand, poking insults at you and your family. You knew better than to talk back, especially if no one was here to help you out. It was 4 against 1. So instead you bit your lip and kept your mouth shut.
"Roxto, are you there?" His mother called from around the corner, startling the goonies.
"You're in luck, scram!" Ao'nung hissed at you.
Eyes widening, you stumbled as you rushed back to your Mauri. You didn't dare look back at your tormentors.
Once you were a few steps away, you slowed your pace. Catching your breath, before making your way inside.
The worried chatter of your family halted when you made your presence.
Neytiri stopped pacing, moving over to you and grabbing your face in her hands.
"Ewya help me before I lose it. Where have you been? You're 15 minutes late! I was about to send your brothers out to look for you."
Had it really been that long?
"I'm sorry." You looked down in shame. It's weird being on the brunt end of the stick. Even your parents have grown more accustomed to having to tell you off rather than Lo'ak. It was definitely odd.
"You didn't answer your mother's question, where have you been?" Jake didn't like being stern with you, but you being late to dinner had been happening more regularly.
You used to be a stickler for these dinners, being the one to push for them. How everyone had to be in attendance, and on time. It was family bonding time, moments to catch up on what everyone had done that day.
"Just around, I was with my Ilu - I'm sorry." You looked down to the Mauri's floor, unable to meet your father's eyes. It was hard lying to him.
Neteyams eyebrows arched in confusion, he had just been with his Ilu. You were nowhere in sight. He decided to let it slide this time, but he couldn't help but wonder where you snuck off too.
"Alright well, you really got to keep track of time yeah. You used to love these dinners!"
"Yes, and I still do!" You answered too quickly, not missing a beat.
If Jake wasn't suspicious before, he certainly was now. But like Neteyam, he decided to let it slide. Your brothers had told him and Neytiri how you've been struggling to catch up and learn everything in the lessons.
That was partially it, but if only he was aware of the bigger picture.
Jake nodded, looking to Neytiri. She also held a look of concern, but Jake made a silent signal that basically stated:
"We shouldn't push it, not now."
"Well, let's eat before the food gets even colder." Neytiri ushered her kids over, keeping a close eye on you.
Your family gathers around the food that was already set, and start eating. As all your siblings chatted excitedly about the activities they've done throughout the day. You didn't say a thing, not even piping in.
Neytiri and Jake once again met gazes, thinking the same thing.
Something's wrong with our daughter.
Soon dinner was over and it was time to rest, as your family rested together you couldn't help yourself as you removed Tuk's arm that clung to your shoulder.
Maneuvering your way outside, you jumped into the water. Why sleep when you can practice again?
Before Eclipse ended you made sure to squeeze the excess water out of your hair and made yourself comfortable alongside your family. Your body ached and could no longer fight off your sleep deprivation. But it was worth it, you could hold your breath a lot longer now under water.
From then on, it gradually got worse. Even your siblings would struggle to find you throughout the day. You'd take longer naps through the day, and Lo'ak knew you were sneaking out at night. Your essence seemed to further rid itself from you, and all that was left was a hollow shell of yourself.
They too, shared similar thoughts with their parents. No longer could they see you dwindle away. It didn't sit right with them, you're a Sully through and through. Sully's stick together.
So they did what they know best and was most accessible to them, track.
Instead this time they weren't on a hunt, or looking for what was to be a good meal for their clan. They were following the steps of their baby sister.
If you stepped out of your brain for a moment, you would have immediately clocked them. But once again, Y/n was shut in her own bubble.
"Bro, don't you find it weird that she hasn't realised we are here?" Lo'ak whispered as he looked at you behind the leaves keeping them hidden.
"Shut up, Lo'ak" Neteyam grumbled. He didn't want to agree even if his words held some truth.
"Hey, I have to agree with him. We shouldn't have been able to get this far. She's usually far too hyperaware of her surroundings." Kiri observed you, stunned and clueless.
They'd never been to this part of Awa'atlu before. They'd been so fixated on the ocean. They had yet to really explore the area that surrounded their new home. It oddly felt like they were waltzing through their past.
At last, you came upon your tree. You liked it because it had a specific branch that you could curve into. Blend in, and be one with your surroundings. Like you had used to do before in the jungle. This was now your next best option.
Your siblings looked in confusion at one another, not understanding how this could be the reason you've been periodically gone. Did you spend all your time here?
But then it came.
It was barely there, and you were struggling to catch your breath. The cries.
It strikes through the serene sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, and the nearby insects chirping.
Your sibling's ears flattened as they looked at each other in sheer worry. You were a spitfire, but you had always been calm and collected. The physical embodiment of the word warm. Happiness was always with you. So where did it all go wrong?
"Great mother, I fear that I am not good enough. I thought consistency was key, I've been trying to practice anytime I can. But I'm so tired. I've never felt this weak and useless?" You mumbled to yourself, looking up into the sky.
Groaning in frustration, you continued. "Maybe Ao'nung was right. I will never be one of the people. I will always be too alien. I will never be able to live up to my family."
Lo'ak enraged by the doubts you had voiced stepped out from their cover.
Your ears tuned into the noise, you finally tuned into your senses and became more alert. As you hopped off the branch, hastily wiping your tears.
"Brother." You choked out, lips trembling.
He took slow steps towards you, trying to soothe you as he brought you into a hug.
"Baby sister," he said so quietly, solemnly.
You couldn't remember the last time he hugged you, and neither he could he. It wore his heart down, seeing you in such a vulnerable state.
Soon the presence of more arms wrapped around you both, clinging onto you - securing you in their grasps. For the first time in a long time, tenderness surged through you.
"We've got you, Y/n. You're going to be alright. Let it all out now." Neteyam who was at your right side gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead, muttering to himself - "Oh my baby sister."
Kiri had never felt such pain from you, it came off in waves. And it almost debilitated her. In that moment, it was the most protective she had felt for you. It synced through all of them, a fire had awaken in the pit of their souls - so fierce that even Toruk Makto would flinch from it.
Slowly your breaths began to ease, and your tense shoulders slumped down. It was emotionally taxing having had all these emotions balled up inside you. Now it was unraveling, and it felt all too bittersweet.
Your siblings sensing this, mellowed out on their group hug they were giving you. Moving over, you all settled down against the tree you've been confiding in moments before.
Tuk grabbed your hand while Kiri tucked your intricate braids behind your ears. You mouthed a "thank you", leaning your head on her shoulder.
All it took was Neteyam to ask a very simple question, "What's been going on, baby sister?"
And once your mouth opened, you decided - why not just let them in on everything? So you did.
You told them about how ashamed and humiliated you had felt when you started lagging behind. How Ao'nung and his friends would tease you whenever they had the chance to do. (It was always away from prying eyes). Due to that, it only made the feelings of hatred you harbored for yourself - increase a tenth-fold.
A deliberately belligerent cycle was born. Self-doubt equated to "I will push myself to the brink of exhaustion". You'd seek out your family thinking they'd have noticed. But they were too caught up in their own commitments to realise your intentions.
All you wanted was for any of them to see the hard work you had been pouring in to adapting here. But how could they when you always lingered on the outskirts?
Late to dinner, late to the lessons, never seen. They couldn't appreciate what was in front of them because they hadn't witnessed it themselves. How utterly ironic.
"I see why you didn't, but I wish you had told us, Y/n. We could have helped you." Kiri insisted as she patted your head.
"I know." You grumbled, but you were grateful for how attentive they are to you.
"Ao'nung will pay." Lo'ak seethed, completely shifting the topic of conversation.
Neteyam rolled his eyes and interjected. "He will, but not in the way you are seeing it in your mind right now. We have to go to dad and mum about this."
Your irritated eyes widened, leaping up from where your back had laid against the tree. Y/n scowled at Neteyam, her tail flicking in anguish. No, not her parents.
"Absolutely not, 'Teyam. They mustn't know anything of this." You countered him, disbelief flooding your features. Your parents would only perceive you as a failure, and that was the last thing you could stomach right now.
Neteyam stood up by you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He shook his head at you and gave you one of his brotherly grins.
"Baby sister, they are just as worried as we are." He looked behind you, and urged you to turn around.
Oh great mother, that could only mean one thing.
Ember crashed on ember, one filled with panic, and two filled with distraught. The tension was taut, but all your parents wanted to do was cradle you in their arms like they had in your first few months of life.
"Kids, back to the Mauri." Jake ordered them, pointing back to where it was.
"But dad-" Lo'ak butted in, worriedly looking at you.
"It's okay. Thank you, Lo'ak." You coaxed him to join your siblings who were also hesitating a little.
They disappeared amongst nature, and their footsteps grew fainter and fainter. Until all that was left was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. It felt oddly comforting being in their company even though doubt was eating you up from the inside.
It's been a while.
Neytiri was the first to approach you, her hands shook as she cradled your face. She took you in for the first time in weeks, and this time she was able to do it properly. Lately, she'd only been able to admire you whilst you sleep, or during meals.
In the morning you'd be gone in a blink of an eye. Throwing a haphazard, "I'll see you later", over your shoulder.
She missed you profoundly, so much that it physically pained her sometimes. Neytiri treasured you deeply, to put it bluntly - her heart felt like it'd been slashed by a Thanotor ever since you started pushing yourself away.
Jake followed in his mate's footsteps. His eye's tearing into your soul and trying to catch if there had been any distinct changes that have occurred to you.
"You don't look like yourself." Jake stumbled on his words.
Neytiri hissed, smacking your dad on the back of his head. A slight giggle escaped you that made both of their hearts sing. "Ma jake."
"Sorry." He mumbled, giving you a cheeky grin.
Y/n's doubts were already melting away before she herself could even acknowledge it. She grabbed both her parent's hands, leading them over to her tree not too far away from where they had been standing.
Mimicking how she and her siblings were just before. She settled against the tree again, bringing her parents down with her.
The trio admired their surroundings, taking in the wonders of Pandora. Especially Jake, and Neytiri. This is the closest they've felt to something akin to the jungle they'd once inhabited.
"I'm sure you heard everything, and it is true. I am sorry if I've disappointed you guys. I thought I could manage it all on my own."
Neytiri played with your hair and could only chastise your words. "You did not disappoint us, if anything - you infuriated us. We were just worried about you, our dear daughter."
Jake nodded in agreement. "We love you, and we want to be there for you. We will if you allow us. That's what we are here for. You don't need to fight these battles alone. Remember what I told you, baby girl?"
You rolled your eyes and pushed your dad away from you jokingly.
"It's us against the world." You mumbled.
Jake teasingly put a hand to his ear. "I'm sorry? What was that? I couldn't hear you."
Neytiri let out a soft laugh at you two's antics, watching with endearment sparkling in her eyes.
Clearing your throat, you reiterated your words. "It's us against the world."
Jake did extravagant hand motions, "More enthusiasm please!"
You were beaming, yelling out, "It's us against the world!"
"That's right baby, it is." Jake wrapped an arm around your shoulders bringing you to his side. Neytiri instinctively leaned against you both.
Y/n couldn't help but admire her parents. They were her foundation, her protectors. She couldn't believe that she used to be ashamed of being a Sully. It was her legacy, one she is only beginning to pave. She wasn't about to let Na'vi who didn't truly know her, dictate her life any longer.
"You taught me that love doesn't make us weak, it makes us stronger." You started, staring at your parents.
"I just - I couldn't catch up. There are so many other bigger things to worry about, and I thought.. I don't know. That I'd overcome this. I tried to love the ocean and the people. But I miss home. I miss everything that was green, now it's just all blue! That's actually why I like this place so much." You rambled, arms waving erratically. It felt gratifying to get it off your chest, especially to the two people you have wanted to tell from the get-go.
Your parents nodded, taking all your words in. But they were still conflicted. Their daughter had a competitive nature like no other, every time the world pushed her down - she always got back up. If you were lagging behind so much, you would have just pushed yourself more. Work extra hard, and seek help from your family.
But you haven't done any of that this time. All the means necessary she could have used as a stepping stone were left out of this equation. Instead, you had suffered in silence.
"You know, Y/n. It's not your fault for feeling like you don't belong. But you are one of us. You are Sully, you are the embodiment of strong heart. It does not matter what others say to you when no one else is there. It does not matter that you have 5 fingers." Neytiri protested, sighing.
She made sure you were looking at her, hearing her.
"What matters is how you control how it affects you. You are still growing, baby. This is a lesson you will remember for a lifetime and the next." Neytiri advised you, squeezing your hand.
"Your mother is right. At the end of the day, the power is in your hands. So use it, sweetheart. Follow your heart, and let us know next time if it gets a little too much. Alright?" Jake expanded on what Neytiri had told you.
You looked down at their hands holding yours. Yeah, Sully's really do stick together. And you wouldn't trade that for anything else in this world and all the other's orbiting you.
"Alright." Y/n restated, tugging both of her parents up with her. They stared at their child with confusion.
"Let's go back home." This time what you threw over your shoulder to them was a sweet smile, dimples and all.
Neytiri and Jake spoke with only their eyes as they let Y/n guide them back to their Mauri.
Our daughter is going to be just fine.
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Y/n's laughter could be heard inside the Mauri as she played in the water with Tuk just in front of their home.
Jake turned to Lo'ak and Neteyam who were doing some chores.
He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck.
"I'll turn a blind eye if you decide to give Ao'nung a beating or two. Just for today." Jake mentioned, before going back to cleaning his gun.
Lo'ak had a devious grin, rubbing his knuckles together, "Yes Sir."
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Been a lil' bit since I posted anything. Hope I just formatted this right. Not much of anything other than fluff, really. But oh well.
Brief flashback of adults being dicks to each other in front of a kid, and a throwaway line implying they were dicks to said kid.
As always, lemme know what you think- I super appreciate comments. Also this is an 18+ fandom so minors and ageless blogs will be blocked.
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Snow.
Soft.
Quiet.
Blinding.
Pure...
They always had a love-hate relationship with snow.
It was gorgeous and gentle, blanketing the land and putting everything to rest.
Sleep... Sleep and only resume work when the warmth of Spring comes to rouse you from my slumber...
The snows of winter slowed down time and society. It wasn't a bad thing, to them. So much as a moment of peace was hard to come by in the hustle and bustle of modern life, every second to stop and stand still was worth holding onto.
But if your home was a prison, well...
"Daryl! Daryl it's snowin' again! Driveway's gonna need shovelled and you know I can't do it with my bad back... Daryl are you even listening?"
They flicked the little stick they held between their fingers.
"Goddamnit woman, for the hundreth time I heard you! I'm gonna do it once it stops snowing, now let me get back to watching the game! Ain't no point to shovelin' if it's still gettin' buried right now..."
It was the same argument they had every year before. Snow piled so high they were stuck at home, not able to go out and see any of their friends. As they brough the stick up to their mouth and held it there, they figured the argument probably wasn't any different this year either.
Daryl was an ass and their mom was an enabler. Fucked up as it was and as miserable as they were, there was something almost nostalgic about it. They wouldn't live through it again willingly, but at this moment in time, they almost found themselves missing those two they used to call family...
Or were they missing what they wished could have been?
"Sunshine, the cookies are almost done! Are you just about ready to come decorate?"
And then there was Sunny Day Jack, his cheery voice breaking through their thoughts. They looked up just as he poked his head around the doorway.
The sweater he was wearing was as garish as his usual outfit, but it looked cozy and warm compared to the frosted window they were leaning up against.
His eyes narrowed at the sight of the stick in their hands and a brief look of panic flashed across his face. However he was quick to compose himself and stumble out a question.
"Uh, haha, Sunspot what uh... What do you got there?"
They cocked their head, holding the stick higher up, as if they were trying to wave with a lit cigarette in hand.
"You mean this thing?"
"Yeah, what is that?"
"It's just a stick."
Confusion.
"A... stick?"
"Eeyup."
"Why are you holding it so... questionably though? Were you a smoker? Why didn't you tell me? I can help you if you ever have the urge to pick up again, there's no need to go back to bad habits... O-or to start them either! You're not thinking of picking up-"
They waved their hand.
"Jack, shush. I've never smoked and I've no plans too. My childhood caretakers smoked enough around me to last me a lifetime. Just... Something about the motions feels familiar and calming. That's all."
A frown. They knew it wasn't going to be that easy to put his mind at rest.
"Do you not believe me, Jack?"
"N-no, that's not it at all Sunshine! It was... very concerning to see is all. I'm still uh, processing."
They weren't convinced by his words, but they offered him a small smile anyway. Putting the stick down, they stood to approach him.
"The snow just has me thinking a little too much about the past, that's all. C'mon," they patted his chest and then leaned in close. "You said something about decorating cookies?"
If they couldn't ease his worries right now, then the least they could do was distract him.
It seemed to work as he lit right back up and wrapped an arm around their shoulders.
"Ah, yes, the cookies! They're going to need to cool, but that shouldn't take long. Let's make some hot chocolate and we can drink that while we decorate."
They flipped the light switch off as they left the room. Casting a quick glance back as they did so, they could still make the stick's tiny shape out on the windowsill.
Jack was always going on about plans for the future, even if the future he was planning for wasn't more than a month out. There was always something to look forward to with him.
Perhaps that stick was part of a past best left behind...
They'd figure out what to do with it tomorrow though. This evening was for cookies.
Jack's back was turned to them as he got the hot chocolate going. Swiping a bit of icing from one of the bowls, they walked up to tap him on the shoulder. He turned around, only to be met with a poke to the nose that left it smeared with aforementioned stolen confectionery product.
"Heehee, I got you back for getting me with the melted chocolate last week!"
Jack's grin was wide as he gave them a quick kiss, leaving them speechless.
Yeah, this was certainly worth thinking about more than some stuffy old house with a couple of miserable chainsmokers. Let them be miserable. Happiness was right here, in the warm glow of a Sunny Day.
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A lil questions about SR OCs :)
How did Janie got in contact with the team again? Did she get back into running ?
Do you have voices headcanons for your OCs?
I'm debating a few ways Janie reaches out again-- I think she at least starts by trying to network with other runners in Seattle, which is hard depending on whether the runners trust her or if the runners are even worth trusting sjdhfksdjfhsdk
She does some poking around on the BBS as well, trying to connect to a few, but that's hard as well, since they're meant to remain fairly anonymous. Posting a missed connections with vague details can only help so much.
I'm debating her either getting in contact with Gobbet somehow (she does tell the player she'd track them down if they ever left) or having her run into one of the pirates. She doesn't want to be far from Duncan and Raymond, but the team is her family too, and she loves running, so she tries to find some kind of compromise in there somewhere. It's a lot of emotional work and revelations for all three of them. She does make a point to stay and make sure both Raymond and Duncan get on their feet. It's also a whole adventure trying to get back out into the running world, and even Heoi, now that she has a SIN again. (I also feel like when she makes it back over to Hong Kong, the team might be spread out a little just due to circumstance, and she works to try and find them all and bring them back together)
As for voices, I definitely can hear them all in my head, but I have a hard time finding people to compare them to! ;o; and I wish I easily could aksjdhfksjdhf (it's also odd in the case of Oval and Hide, since they're both meant to be German, but I'm pretty bad at 'hearing' German accents in my head compared to others).
Janie's voice is a bit low and calm, almost like someone who's just woken up, whereas Hide tends to sound more clear and professional (and has a hard time shaking the "corporate" out of his voice). Oval tends to be pretty sarcastic and deadpan, but her voice isn't very low in pitch at all.
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(hey mpc? you dont have to, but I really want hajime to see this, could you post this a bit sooner? its okay if you cant, I just wanna make sure this gets through to him!!)
regarding this post, (https://fictionkinfessions.tumblr.com/post/690340191983009792/i-miss-nagito-a-lot-i-loved-him-so-much-even-if)
hey,,, hajime (👕🥀)? listen, I may not be your nagito, but I just want to say (and I'm realizing this is a very Me line), don't lose hope, seriously. At one point or another, you keep poking around in the right places, you keep your head high and you put yourself out there, you say who you are and what you're looking for loud and proud like I KNOW you can -- because if you're anything like the hajime I remember, you weren't afraid to be a lil loud and direct with your thoughts -- something will come up. it may not be quickly, and heck, the first couple Somethings may not be THE Something, but it's a step. And step after step after step eventually creates a PATH, one with many directions, and eventually, what you're looking for! It could take ten steps or a hundred, but every step you take is one closer to what you want. So just keep stepping, keep looking around, keep your hopes high and I promise you, you'll find your something!! /genpos
good luck to you, man, and I hope you find what you're looking for -- I know you will!
-Nagito, danganronpa, #🍀🌈☀️ or however my tag goes I forgot whatever it's the colorful one with those emojis I have given up trying to remember lol
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THA LIL CHIRPIE BIRD N CLLUD FOR UPH N RIN PLS IENOXKS
THIS IS SO LATE LALA BUT AM ALL UP MY FEELS NOW SO THATS PERFECT 🥹🥹🥹
˗ˏˋ answering asks abt this post !
🐥 - how are mornings for you guys? are you groggy and grumpy when you first wake up?
so!! i like sleeping in when i don't have anything planned & rin doesn't mind either, so when it's a day off we definitely take our time!! i'm a light sleeper though so i wake up for a bit, prob poke around at his face for a little until he whines and tells me to go back to sleep, and being the good girlfriend that i am, i oblige. v_v we both are early risers in general though, and on every usual day rin goes for a morning run while i sleep for a lil longer :3 i get up when he comes back though to make us some coffee and breakfast, rin hangs off of me as i cook and is being clingy, there's LOTS and lots of kisses. our mornings are slow but cozy (unless i sleep in late for work/uni LOL but rin knows the schedule already n' wakes me up if i do < /3 BABY) and usually end w/ him driving me to either uni or work on his way to practice :3
☁️ - whats your nighttime routine? is it easy for you guys to fall asleep or does it take awhile? do you have anything you do before bed, like reading or journaling?
we do our nighttime stretches together !!!!! rin usually does it at practice / gym earlier in the day but i do mine right before sleep so why wouldn't he just join hehe >_< so it's a nice way to wind down at the end of the day for sure ! sometimes he joins in my skincare routine too if it's a ~special~ day - he loves using up my masks bc his skin feels nice but he hates putting them on lol - so he peeks thru the door and just slithers his way into the bathroom when he sees me applying one akjhfalkj stands there and waits until i sigh and turn to him. he's a little shit smirking and all 🧍♀️ BUT usually we just wash up &&get to bed, i make us some tea - something fancy to me and regular chamomile or lemon balm 4 rinnie - and i probably end up watching some shows w/ him curled up on top of me < 3 he keeps his head on my tummy cuz he likes the way my fingers feel when i run them thru his hair. takes him literally 0.003 seconds to fall asleep that way :( OR at least that's what it seems until i put my ipad down &&turn off the lights and sUDDENLY rin's like..... umm aren't u forgetting something miss 🙄 one insatiable man he is akhfasflk BUT YEAH.. yeah. v_v he knows how to tire a gal out before sleep
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Olive Rose, Yeah
Summary - Neville Longbottom tries to stay out of trouble... but maybe a little trouble is exactly what he needs from the Weasley twins to set his plan in motion. A plan to get the girl of his dreams. Yes, trouble and maybe just a little bit of luck... or love.
Neville Longbottom x Platonic!Weasley Twins x Fem!Ravenclaw!OC (?) This is a shifting story so the “OC” is myself, I do not know if that counts…
Category - Fluff, lil' angsty if you squint ;)
TW - Very small usage of cursing, written a long time ago so… terrible writing, alcohol consumption by minors, implied legal alcohol consumption, phrases like "hand g*ns" and "my head sh*t up" but not applied in a triggering context (please correct me if I am wrong!)
Please let me know if I missed anything!
Contains - ...Jealous Nev? No reason for him to be but there it is.
Word Count - 3,143
Author’s Note - I am aware that I have Neville requests based on recent posts and I promise I will get to them! I wanted to post this before the day is out for me because it is Fred and George's birthday and this is one of my one shots heavier on a platonic/fraternal relationship with them :) I apologize if I disappoint but this is the best I could do since I do not write for them romantically <3 I recommend reading while listening to “Olivia” by One Direction. What can I say, I just appear to be in a silly, song-ficcy, goofy mood as of late :)
If it aids visualization, this was a bit before the Yule Ball in fourth year <3
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It was dinnertime when the Weasley twins walked up to where I was seated, eating at my house table, the Ravenclaw. They both were wearing an identical and particularly devilish smirk on their faces as they swiftly pushed the boys on my left and right side away and swung their long legs over the bench, claiming it. The boys that they shoved aside sneered at them, one reached up and hit Fred's shoulder on my left and the other gestured in annoyance to me. The twins turned on their neighbors and said at once, "I'm sorry, did I interrupt the date?" and quickly turning to me added, "I never knew you were such a player, Olly. Two boyfriends at once."
I rolled my eyes and simply stated, to the continuous displeasure of the pair of random boys, "I don't even bloody know them."
The twins grinned in triumph at the glares from the random tablemates before they went on.
"We were trying to say," George began.
"Before we were so rudely interrupted," added Fred, grinning once again as the boys looked up from their plates, where they had averted their eyes and poked at their food with their forks in steamy anger, to protest. Fred and George only entertained their presence once more as they shoved their large, long-fingered hands in the boy's faces and smothered them, still without turning to face them.
"We have an intriguing proposition for you," George continued at a loud volume to drown out the ranting from the forgotten children as Fred looked around for signs of McGonagall or any professors, really, before he leaned in to whisper.
"We are throwing a rather large rager in the Gryffindor common room this evening and we-"
"So kindly" prompted George, having also come closer so as to be heard with his now-lowered voice.
"Decided that you may be invited," ended Fred with a grin.
I picked up my goblet of pumpkin juice and giggled as I brought it to my lips. After having taken a sip, I turned my head left and right to look at them.
"You know, it really is an honor, Olly," Fred joked in a self-important voice.
"We rarely ever invite those of," George looked behind him for the first time in minutes before he looked over Fred's shoulder and eyed the still struggling Ravenclaw boys, "less fortunate housing."
I chuckled again.
"Oh, okay, I am so honored," I rolled my eyes.
"We know, you should be," I let out a laugh at this testimony from George.
"So, we can take that as a yes, then?" Fred looked excitedly at me.
I pulled a convincing yet mock look of thoughtfulness before I jested.
"Hmm... I'm not entirely convinced," I brought my goblet to my mouth again, "I guess; it depends. What's in it for me?"
Fred and George gave each other a mischievous look that seemed to have some meaning I could not understand.
"We do like your daring, ickle Ravenclaw," Fred smirked.
"If you must know, Jewel," George glanced again at Fred as I proceeded to take a sip from my cup, "Neville will be there."
I nearly choked on the juice from my golden goblet as I brought it down. I spluttered for a moment while the twins looked as though they just received a pot of gold from a leprechaun at the end of a rainbow.
Whilst still coughing, I managed to inquire, "What- What ever- Why would that matter?" I was actually stuttering more out of nerves but I really hoped they just thought it was the juice.
The twins said nothing more as they put their big hands on either of my shoulders, stood up, and tried to walk off to their table before they came to a sudden halt.
Having been watching their backs, I spun in my chair to look at the point they were staring at in horror. Flitwick had been standing behind me, listening to the whole conversation. Their faces fell as he looked back at them.
There was undiluted fear at the thought of getting busted on their faces when my small Head of House's squeaky voice echoed out in a light tone.
"I heard nothing, especially if and, as I assume when Minerva finds out."
The twins grinned widely at him, George even hit him with a couple of finger guns.
"You got it, Professor," I smiled gratefully at him.
"Oh, and they dragged you into this," he pointed from me to the twins, "Rowena knows that I cannot let us lose that house cup this year too." He sighed loudly before he rubbed his forehead in his hands.
He then looked up at me with an apologetic gaze.
"I'm sorry, Olive Rose," he started flailing his arms slowly, looking like he expected me to be angry.
"Professor, you have to know that I really don't care. If my Great Mother were to curse me down every time I used her name in vain, magic would have had to break its own boundaries for me to be having this conversation with you right now."
He gave me a curt nod and turned on his heel. I gave him a broad smirk in return which he took as his cue to walk off to the staff table.
"He's wicked," The twins goggled at my favorite teacher's back.
"Yeah, he is," I lowered my voice, "We tend to invite him to our ragers. He doesn't really care as long as no one dies, so we can get pretty shitefaced drunk and he turns a blind eye. He's only there to give us the slide if one of the other Professors show up and try to shut it down."
"Maybe we should do that..." They began to pull silent, simultaneous faces of deep thought and I was sure they had some sort of twin legilimency going on between themselves.
"Or rather," Fred turned to me after a moment of the both of them staring at the floor in contemplation, "Hey, Olly, would you be too opposed to lending us your common next Saturday?"
I rolled my eyes once more as I turned to the table. They weren't letting me off that easy, though. Like it was their job, they bothered me again.
"Oh, wait..."
"What?"
They pointed at the boys who had resumed their seats and gotten a bit too close. I tried to squirm away and the twins, noticing this, started cracking their knuckles menacingly, to the terror of the boys at my sides who took some distance.
"Now, that's better," George growled and I looked at him in gratitude.
"Flitwick's off the hook but what are we going to do about these dunderheads?"
I turned on the pair of Ravenclaws at my side before I negotiated."I will eat dinner with you both over the next two days if you shut your damn pieholes."
They looked as though they won the lottery and nodded diligently as they looked all over me. I grimaced at my poor decision-making.
"Oh, wait, no..." The twins protested and looked at the Gryffindor table for a moment. I quickly caught and followed their gaze to see a boy I barely recognized as Neville, what with his face so red that I was surprised at the fact that his hair wasn't on fire from the steam coming out of his ears. His fists, in contrast, were white with the pressure around his dinner fork and knife.
My eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he looked at me like this and I sulked a little bit inside, upset because I did not know what I had done.
He met my eyes and he loosened up a bit but I turned around, anyway. I practically had to snap in the faces of the boys at my sides to get them to suck up their drool.
"You're both sitting across the table," I clarified. "Keep a safe distance or I will hex the both of you into oblivion."
Having no clue how I managed to get myself into this, I walked down the hall outside of Ravenclaw tower just a bit to Elizabeth, the guardian of Gryffindor tower.
"Why, hello there, my dear." She smiled at me but it faded as she took in my attire.
"Oh, darling, please tell me you are not entertaining this nonsense," She made a broad sweeping gesture with her arm to the setting behind her but I knew she had to mean the muffled madness so loud from behind the portrait that it practically shook the canvas.
"Let's be logical, Elie. Who is going to monitor them if I am not there? I am your very best bet for getting any sleep tonight and you know it. Besides," I raised the large book in my right hand as proof, "you honestly cannot believe I would do such a thing."
"I'm trusting you, Olive Rose," she gave me a piercingly look before I winked at her.
"You know you always will."
After I recited the correct password for her, she swung the makeshift door open, and the wave of noise that followed was so strong that I actually stumbled a bit when it hit me.
"Oh, bloody Rowena..." I muttered as I walked into the Gryffindor common room and made a beeline for my favorite comfortable armchair by the fire. It was empty, as anticipated. It was common knowledge that it had been claimed by "that Ravenclaw," to read in when Neville let her in (which was just about all the time).
The twins walked over to me in a jagged line, butterbeer bottles half-empty in their hands. They were already wasted.
They approached me and started acting humorously frisky. They were shitefaced drunk, there was no denying it. I got annoyed when they started trying to flirt with me, pushing their joke to the limit, but I was saved the trouble of dealing with them when a furious Neville came over and pushed them aside.
"H- Hello there, Olly," he began stammering when he saw me.
"Hello there, darling!" I exclaimed innocently and his face went a different kind of red.
After some conversation, Neville walked away, eyeing the twins that were standing together in a far corner of the room, a safe distance from me.
I turned back to my book when the twins turned on a muggle karaoke machine that they... enhanced. Arthur would be proud of them.
Seeing that I was getting lost in my book and drowning out everyone else, Neville decided to provide some entertainment. I mean, there was a reason he insisted on the twins requesting my presence.
He mumbled a song name to the twins who smirked mischievously and nodded at him.
He decided to go all out and hopped on a table in the center of the large room to shouts of excitement from drunken spectators. He gave no care to that crowd, though, his eyes glued to my face which was still hunched over my book. He blushed and took in a loud breath as he saw my thumb rested absentmindedly against my top tooth, a common sign of my deep focus on my book.
With a large gulp to swallow his fear, he raised his wand to his throat and mumbled "Sonorus," magically amplifying his voice.
He flipped his wand so that the handle faced his mouth, giving the appearance of a microphone, and cleared his throat as the twins pulled up the background music. I recognized the sound of him, as I would anywhere, so my head shot up immediately and I grinned broadly.
I gave him an enthusiastic nod, extremely proud of his courage before I looked back at my book.
If only I knew the bravery he was about to show...
He frowned slightly as I turned my attention away from him again and gave it, undivided, to the pages in front of me. He decided then that he simply needed to grab and keep my attention for this to work.
Neville really did not need the song to play in the back because, in his nervousness, he had insisted on memorizing it by heart. He refused to let any part of this fall through.
He jumped only slightly when the beginning of the song played out and he realized holy shite, I am really about to do this...
He began singing, his body tense and stiff as he started, "Remember the day when we've given up? When you told me I didn't give you enough and all of your friends were saying I'll be leaving you."
My face still directed down at my book, I allowed myself to smile softly. I could not help thinking about how cute he must have looked and that he had a truly wonderful voice. Of course, I was listening but I felt that if I looked at him, he would freak.
As he went on, "She's lying in bed with my t-shirt on, just thinking how I went about it wrong. This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love," the twins started coming towards me, once again clearly involved in some trouble.
As the twins reached the head of my chair, they both put a hand on my shoulder and shared a glance, assuming what was coming up.
Neville's voice went quieter as he reached the main chorus, which he had slightly altered, "Please believe me, don't you see the things you mean to me? Oh, I love you, I love you, I love, I love, I love Olive Rose, yeah."
My head shot up so fast that I felt a crick catch in my neck. I began rubbing it painfully but none of that mattered now. I was in shock, the words kept coming but they sounded slightly blurred as if I was underwater, staring up at Neville, still standing on the table.
"I live for you, I long for you, Olive Rose, yeah. I've been idolizing the light in your eyes, Olive Rose, yeah. I live for you, I long for you, Olly, don't let me go, don't let me go."
He grabbed at any confidence he could find but it began to dwindle as he looked at my frozen face, eyes wide and mouth hung only slightly open.
He mumbled as he went on, determining that maybe he should give up but holding on to the hope that maybe the attention I was giving was a sign.
"Say what you're feeling and say it now because I got the feeling you're walking out and time is irrelevant when I've not been seeing you."
As Neville began to lower his wand, defeated, I folded the book closed slowly in my lap which he took as a very good sign, causing him to raise his wand again.
"The consequences are falling now. There's something I'm having nightmares about and these are the reasons I'm crying out to be with you."
My face started to thaw as the truth began to sink in my skin, a large grin popped through and Neville loosened up significantly.
He jumped, surprisingly nimbly, off the tabletop and began to circle my chair, the twins slapping my arms excitedly and hyping him up with shrieks and claps as he approached.
This boost of encouragement is all he needed to keep going.
"Please believe me, don't you see the things you mean to me? Oh, I love you, I love you, I love, I love, I love Olive Rose, yeah. I live for you, I long for you, Olive Rose, yeah. I've been idolizing the light in your eyes, Olive Rose. I live for you, I long for you, Olly. Don't let me go, please don't let me go."
I turned to the twin on my right, Fred, and blurted out, "Well- But- He must be drunk, right? Everyone is drunk off their arses!"
George pulled my face to look at him before he answered, his words slightly slurred, "Yeah, but Neville isn't everyone."
"Yep," Fred agreed from my other side, "he hasn't touched a thing all day."
"If anything," George supported, "you spill more truths when drunk, anyway."
Neville started to slow down a bit as the song pulled to an end, "When you go and I'm alone, you live in my imagination. The summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation. I love you, it's all I do."
He turned back around to face me, debating whether to run over and offer his hand to me or to return to the tabletop but decided quickly to hop back on the table for the finale.
The crowd had been clapping on beat with him this whole time and followed along with his slowing pace.
With one more breath of air, he ended the song, never having ripped his eyes from mine.
"I love you, I live for you, I long for you, Olive Rose, yeah. I've been idolizing the light in your eyes, Olly. I live for you, I long for you, Olly, yeah. Don't let me go, don't let me go, oh, please don't let me go!"
As he finished his piece, he lifted the tip of his wand to his throat and the incantation he spoke was lost in the riveting noise of his roaring crowd, making it clear that it was one to quiet his vocal projection.
I still sat in the chair, grinning like an idiot but stalk-still with perfect posture, simply frozen where I was.
Neville jumped softly off the ledge of the table and the crowd parted so we could see each other through the ten or some feet set in between us. He shrugged his shoulders slightly and held out his left hand for me to take but did not move to close the gap.
When I did not move, he pulled his arm towards his face and rubbed his cheek in embarrassment, sure that I had just let his degrading subconscious be correct in assuming that I would never feel the same.
As he looked down, I snapped back to life and sprang out of my chair. Before Neville knew what literally hit him, I had practically attacked him as I jumped on him and gave him the tightest hug I think I may ever have provided to anyone.
Despite my being significantly shorter than Neville's tall stature, I reached his ear with the help of his long arms being wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his body and up towards his face. I whispered simply, "I love you so much," and he melted under my warmth.
dividers courtesy of the lovely @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune <3
#neville longbottom#weasley twins#platonic!weasley twins#george weasley#fred weasley#neville longbottom x oc#neville longbottom x fem!oc#neville longbottom x female!oc#neville longbottom x original character#neville longbottom x ravenclaw!oc#shifting stories#reality shifting
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Baker MC: April Fool's Special
Baker MC strikes again! Fooling the Demon Brothers in April Fool's by their realistic cake. How would they react?
Note: I would like to apologize beforehand, some of the brothers turned out to be boring rather than funny. I will try to edit this when I have the time.
Lucifer:
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Background: You planned this with the Anti-Lucifer squad. You hid all his pen in his room leaving a suspicious "pen" that looks like the pen he usually use. Satan put a powerful spell on the pen, removing its sweet scent to avoid the suspicion. You put a hidden camera to see his reaction.
Luci daddy came home tired from all the things he'd done in RAD.
He still have some paper works to finish, he put the paper works in the table and sat on his chair.
Ya'll saw him eyeing the "pen"
He picked up the pen and was gonna start writing until he glared at the camera and crushed the pen.
It was a chocolate and strawberry cake
He licked the strawberry (the filling of the pen) that splattered near his mouth, made a grin, glared at the camera and said "Run."
You all ran for your lives, spreading inside the House of Lamentation
Did you succeed in running : Nope
Did you three hang from the ceiling: Yes
Ya'll saw him smirk and laugh like a madman afterwards
Bonus:
Lucifer took a picture of you three hanging from the ceiling and sent it in the group with Diavolo.
Ofc ya'll didn't knew, you were hanging from the ceiling
Levi made it a meme and posted it on Devilgram AND gave Lucifer and Diavolo a printed copy
April Fool's to you
Mammon:
Credits to: The BakeKing
It was your turn in making dinner and Mammon kept bugging you if he can help.
"No Mammon" you kept on saying but he was still bugging you.
You weren't really mad at Mammon (honestly you thought it's funny), but to make things interesting...
"I SAID NO MAMMON" you shouted at him.
"LOOK WHERE YER CUTTING HU--AAAAHHHH!!!" You cut your hand and blood was running.
"AAAAAH! LOOK WHAT YOU DID MAMMON" you screamed.
"MCCCCCCCC YOUR HAND" yes I can see Mammon He screamed loud enough that it can be heard at Diavolo's castle.
Glad you two are alone in the House of Lamentation though
You were wearing a long sleeved jacket and the "cake" was your hand; it was like a lava cake, instead of chocolate it was darkened and smoothened strawberry puree.
You glared at him and blamed him
Poor boi was crying, kept apologizing, and saying the lines of "I'm sorry", "I'm so dead", and "Let's take ya to the hospital".
He shitted on his pants and kept panicking poor boi
It was hilarious tho
He was crying and you couldn't hide the laughter
"Oi! Did someone hit ya in the head? WHY ARE YA LAUGHING YER HAND WAS CU-" and he he saw that the interior of the so called "hand" was made out of strawberry and strawberry puree.
"April Fool's Mammon!" you told him as you finally reveal your real hand.
"MC! Why did ya prank me?! It wasn't a good prank! I thought you-" You shushed him while you gave him a small bag of grimm.
"Is it for me? Are ya sure ya ain't pranking me this time?"
"Yeah, now buy what you want to buy, I will just go to my room for a while" you replied.
Cue you teleporting
It was a bag full of gold-coated chocolate that looks (and is heavy) like a bag of grimm.
"MCCCCCCC!!!!!"
The next few days you see Mammon pouting and murmuring things about you.
You felt bad so you left grimm on the floor of his room every time you were near it
Leviathan:
Credits to: The BakeKing
On April 1st, Levi was required to go to the school for academic purposes, so you took this chance to play a lil prank on him.
When Levi was away, you hid all the items that he usually use: computer, consoles, Azuki-tan pillow, and some Ruri-chan figures.
And you took time to make realistic cake that are very similar to those you hid.
When he was almost home, you placed all the realistic cake on his room.
You were supposed to go on a raid with him when he comes home
Cue him coming home and going to his room
You visited the him in his room, panic reflecting off his face.
"Levi, is there something wrong?" you asked
"Ah, it's this computer, it doesn't open! And it seems I'm kind of making a dent on it too. It's so weirdddddd" he said
He got a bit forceful and his finger created a hole on the computer
"Eh? Cake? Mc did you do this? Lmao"
You hand him a note that says "Look for the cakes, the location of the real ones lie at the last treasured cake"
"Oh boy mc a scavenger hunt, its like the new anime I was watching 'My fiancée is a criminal mastermind that kept giving me clues to find the missing items and bodies to make myself famous' " I'm really sorry I really suck at names
So he proceeds with finding all the cakes, and he got all the real things for his room however...
" MC where is my limited edition Ruri-chan that is dressed like a succubus?"
"It's there, it was with the other Ruri-chan figures" you said as you were looking at the figures that he was holding
Turns out Mammon saw all the goods on your room, and took the chance to get one since he knows it wasn't yours.
April fool's? I guess.
Satan:
Credits to: SideSurf Cake Studio
You were helping him in his cooking duty today.
You requested that both of you make human food because apparently you "missed the taste" of the cuisine.
So you took care of the usual ingredients of the cuisine: vegetables, onion, garlic, meat and etc.
He didn't know or did he that you secretly placed realistic cake counterparts of it.
When it was cooking time, he selected the cake counterparts (this boi might be smart but you were from the human world so he thought it was correct).
He started cutting an onion, to his dismay he saw a soft chocolate interior.
"Huh? That can't be right, I believe onions should either have violet, yellowish, or whitish hue inside"
"Hmmm yeah, let me try this one" you said as you grabbed another onion and proceed to cut it
"Hm, this one is the right one, I wonder what happened to that" you said
STOP THE CAP MC
"Hm, anyways I will proceed in cutting the rest"
Bottom-line all he cut was cake and what you cut the real one
"Satan, maybe you were cursed? All the ingredients that you touched turned into cake" you said as you were preparing to take the meal to the dining area.
"I suppose that is the case, however... "
"Hm?" you said as you were supposed to bring the meal outside.
"However I have outsmarted you MC, I knew it was you who made those realistic mini cakes" he said as he took a bite of the onion cake while grinning smugly
Smart boi #2
"I-uhhh No it was not- Hey wait a min! If you knew why did you continue to make me believe you were fooled!" you replied
"April Fool's MC~, if I didn't do that I wouldn't have extra time to spend with you" he said as he got out patting your head
Satan, you slick son of a bish
Asmodeus:
Credits to: Etsy
This guy is late for school
Did you plan to make him late? Yes No
Cue flashback: you ruined his beauty sleep 3 times which resulted in kicking you out of his room and made him wake up late
Well even though he is late, he would still do his morning routine without rush
Priorities ✨
You put a small camera on top of his cabinet to see his reaction
After hours of bathing he sat down to his dresser
He grabbed his toner and when he squeezed it lightly it nothing came out
"Ehhh? That's weird, I could've sworn this is the new toner I bought" he squeezed it more and the toner was destroyed revealing a squished vanilla cake
He sighed and said "MC did it again"
He tried looking and poking all of his makeup just to make sure it's not mini cakes
10/10 are all mini cakes
He saw a note that said "In the drawer lies the real make up hehe April Fool's day!"
When he came to RAD, he was already late for 4 hours
"MC when I said I wanted Makeup mini cakes, I wanted it for my birthday! Not today!"
Is disappointed at you
Will frown and pout when he pass by at you during school
Well you feel bad at pranking him so you treat him at an exclusive spa
Beelzebub:
Credits to: The Custom Cake Shop
I mean Bell eats everything, so is there even use?
Beel had the whole day working out
Since he didn't have much money (not that you persuaded him to bring less, no-) his only option is to go home and eat
During the time he was working out, you made different flavored cakes and pastries into dishes. You made a ton of (chocolate-strawberry cake into) cheeseburger, (cheesecake) devildom sushi, cake turned into slushy (the container can be eaten too), plates can also be eaten, etc.
Well you made Beel drool, he didn't waste time so he sat down and took a bite of the cheeseburger
He was slightly shocked because it was sweet rather than savory
But that didn't stop his hunger
It was about 10 mins till he finished what you have created in 12 hours (and more)
"MC all you made was really delicious, now I want something salty to eat...Let's eat dinner!" he said as he dragged you to eat
April fools to you
After that whenever you gave him something to eat/drink (like a glass of slushy or something) he would try to also eat the container
Poor kitchenware and Luci's budget
Belphie:
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This boi knows
Smartboi #3
You gave him a pillow that is the same as the pillow he usually carries
He didn't really say anything about it, but he knows for a fact that it is cake
He slept on it
Your hard work in making it realistic,, he slept on it
You came back to his room and you wait for him to wake up
"Mcccccc, this is so fluffy like my favorite pillowww, but it's not really a good way to prank someone, but on the other hand it's really convenient...."he said as he yawns and signals you to come to his bed
He took a bite of the errrr pillow and said" This is really good, like the last time you made a toilet paper, but you know what else is good?"
My love for you jk
" Hm?" you replied
" This!" he said as he began tickling your sides
You fight him back and tickle his sides when you had the chance
It ended of as you two were panting and laughing in bed
Poor cake pillow forgotten
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Hi ❤ I'm absolutely on love with your blog. I read one Shiggy post after another and let me just say, I LOVE IT TO BITS. Can I please request Shiggy with a happy-go-lucky fem!S/O who's like, into pink and stuffed animals and neon colors?! Sorry if its a stupid request :(:
Aww thank you, anon!! So sweet💖😍
This isn't a stupid request at all it's really cute!!!
Cw: manga spoilers kinda(?)
My Sanrio Queen
Shigaraki x Cutesy Fem! Reader Fluff
"Look, Tomura-kun!" You held up a Sanrio plush in the face of Japan's deadliest man. "This one is named Pompompurin!! He has a cute lil butthole, look." You turned around the dog plush, poked it's butt and giggled hysterically. Tomura set the papers he was reading down and looked at you unamused. He had seen your plush collection hundreds of times. "Y/n, I'm busy. You know I'm planning for the side quest the Doctor gave me."
"I know.. But.. I miss you!! You're so busy lately. I'm lonely without Player 1." Your face fell. "I-... I'll leave you alone. I know this is important." You turned to leave but before you could walk a single step, four fingers grabbed your arm.
"I said I was busy, not to go away. Come here, y/n-chan. Sit in my lap." Your heart fluttered and you pounced at the opportunity. He winced as you passed over his broken leg. "Easy, easy.." You got comfortable, facing towards him, and he wrapped his arms around you. You put your head on his shoulder and let yourself take a nap while he analyzed his mission. You couldn't help it. His coat was so warm and fuzzy and along with his body heat, you were out like a light.
Tomura heard your gentle snoring and decided it was time to take a break. He carefully moved you to a laying position on the couch. He looked over your innocent form and smiled to himself. He was so lucky to have you. He pulled out his phone and shot a text to Skeptic.
From: Shigaraki
Go to my room and get y/n's pink bunny plushie. You can't miss it. It's neon.
Skeptic read his phone screen and heavily contemplated blowing his brains out. Trumpet told him to cool it and sent him on his way.
Shigaraki was absolutely enamored with you. His was stunned by your being. You were so much different than him. You were outgoing and beautiful. He was introverted and not conventionally attractive.. not by a long shot. You loved a lot. He hated a lot. But somehow, it worked. You were the only light he needed in the dark world he would be creating. You were an angel. His fallen angel.
Skeptic angrily stomped into the office and handed him the stuffed animal. Shigaraki waved him away. "Great. Now shoo. And close the door behind you while you're at it."
Teeth gritted, Skeptic marched out and closed the door. He would obey or be ash. He was the boss, afterall.
Tomura pet your head and carefully put your bunny under your arm. You grinned in your sleep and he swooned, clutching at his heart. Your signature all pink aesthetic made you look so soft. He reached out and stroked your cheek.
"When I get All for One, I'm going to make you my queen." He whispered. "And everyone will be required to shower you in Hello Kitty and pink flower petals. Every. Single. Day. I'll make sure of it." You giggled in your sleep and he blushed.
He kissed your forehead and settled in next to you, snuggling, but sticking his hands out. He had to make sure his beloved was safe. "I love you, y/n-chan." He breathed into your ear. You opened your eyes, feeling blissful. "I love you, too, Tenko!" You kissed his scarred face. "You're so handsome! Can you tell the Hello Kitty and flower petal people to get me cupcakes, too? I'm hungry." He turned dark red. You were awake?
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Pull Up
A/N: Something cute, I guess 🤷🏽♀️😂
Haleigh huffed as she pulled up to Ardian's townhouse. The two of them were texting all day two days ago but yesterday she got nothing. No calls, not texts, no snaps, nada. She figured he was working but when she woke up with nothing from him, she planned to pull up.
She dug through her purse for her key to his house. She eased the door open and closed knowing Ardian would still be sleeping. If he didnt have anywhere to be, he wasn't getting up before noon. Tossing her purse on his sofa, Haleigh went to his kitchen to cook them some food before she woke him up.
"Cuddly must be in the room with him," she said to herself when their puppy didn't greet her at the door.
Once their food was done, Haleigh headed to the back of the townhouse to Ardian's bedroom. She eased it open then squatted down so shre could pick Cuddly up. The puppy didn't bark or whine after she shushed him. Shre loved on him for a few moments then put him down so she could get on Ardian's bed.
"Are you gonna get up?" She asked lying right beside him. She poked his face a few times, pouting when he didn't move. "Fine, I'll check your phone then."
Haleigh played around on his Snapchat, posting pictures and videos of him and her. One of the videos played louder than she thought making her jump a bit and laugh. Ardian groaned as he peeked at her. He knew it couldn't be anyone but her.
Snatching his phone from her, Ardian put it on his nightstand then glared at her.
"What are you doing, Haleigh?" He asked through a yawn.
"Well you didn't text me back soooo," she sung out, "I pulled up to see my best friend. And I fixed us food."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm going back to sleep."
"Umm... no you're not," she sassed. "Didn't you just hear me say I pulled up to see you AND I cooked? Get up, Ardian."
"You know I don't like being woke up," Ardian mumbled side eyeing her.
"And YOU know I don't like to be ignored. We're even. Now get uuuuup."
Ardian huffed as he sat up and threw the covers off of himself. Haleigh clapped her hands excitedly a few times and Cuddly barked from the floor.
"It's okay, baby," Haleigh cooed to Cuddly climbing off the bed behind Ardian. "I wasn't gonna let your Daddy miss family time. I don't care about his attitude."
Ardian turned to stare at Haleigh, not able to stop the smile on his face.
"What?" She asked scrunching her face.
"You think you're cute. Spoiled ass."
She shrugged. "And so do you. Now go brush your teeth and stuff. And don't come back out in just those lil briefs either, Nasty."
"It's my house, I dress how I want," he argued going into his bathroom.
"I'll remember that the next time you come over," she yelled after him.
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I'm not great at hijinks but maybe, stanley mcgucket au, Portal Ford winds up at the Mcgucket farm?
I had another idea, where Portal Ford ended up at the McGucket farm at some point post Chapter 12 of “Stan Pines, Farmhand”. He’d be found by his adorable lil nieces. But I had that idea after I had already written like 90% of this original idea, so who knows what’ll happen to the idea of Portal Ford meeting Danny and Daisy.
“I think the weird noise camefrom over here,” the southern voice from before called. Hidden by a bush, Ford swallowednervously.
I’m injured, have no idea what reality I’m in, and have somehowstumbled onto some southerner’s farm. This likely will not go well. Hetook his gun out of its holster and prepared to fire it if need be. There was a rustling. Someone parted the branches of the bush. Ford found himself face-to-face with a pairof bright blue eyes and a very large nose. The young woman, well, more like a teenager, stared at him with blatantcuriosity.
“What is it?” another voiceasked. Ford’s blood ran cold. He recognized that voice.
“Some stranger!” the girl calledback. She cocked her head. “Ya look mighty familiar, sir. But ya ain’t from ‘round these parts, that’sfer sure.”
“What, uh, what year is it?”Ford asked. She blinked.
“1971.”
Shit! Ford hatedaccidentally arriving in a universe that had a slower timeline; he had to beincredibly careful to not accidentally give away secrets about the future.
“Angie, I don’t think ya shouldbe talkin’ to strangers that ya find in bushes,” the second voice said. “This person might be dangerous.”
“Psht. If’n he was dangerous, he’d have tried toattack me or somethin’,” the girl, Angie said casually.
He can’t see me! Fordpointed his gun at the girl. She leanedback, suddenly fearful.
“…Oh,” she said softly.
“Please, leave me be. Walk away. Forget you saw me. It’s for yourown good.” The girl stared at him,frozen in fear.
“Angie?” When she didn’t say anything, the otherperson clearly grew concerned; Ford could hear footsteps approaching. “Shit!” Ford instinctively fired off a shot in his panic. It narrowly missed the girl, who stumbledbackwards, clearly terrified. “Fuck!” Before Ford could take another action, a largefist collided with the side of his head.
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The room slowly swam intoview. Ford watched a ceiling fan lazilyturn in circles, listening to the hushed voices from nearby.
“I’m tellin’ ya, Angie, he looksjust like my twin.”
“If’n he was yer twin, I thinkhe’d be a bit younger.”
“How many people with twelvefingers and this nose are there?”
“Those are very distinctive features.” Ford remained silent, trying to regulate his breathing so as to notalert anyone that he had woken up. “…Hestopped snorin’.”
Damn.
“Stay here.”
“But-”
“He shot at ya earlier. I’m not lettin’ him get another chance.”
“Fine.” Footsteps approached. Someone grabbed the collar of Ford’s shirtand pulled him up into a sitting position. Ford watched as a young man grabbed a chair and sat in it to facehim. He stared at Stan Pines, about 18years old.
“Say somethin’,” Stan said. Ford didn’t respond. “I know it’s you, Stanford. Don’t know how it’s you, don’t know why it’syou, don’t understand anything that’s goin’ on. But I’d know my twin anywhere.” Ford sighed.
There’s no point in pretending.
“Yes,Stanley. It’s me.” Stan nodded, clearly trying to hide anyemotions he might be feeling about the situation. “Where exactly am I?”
“Arkansas.”
“Arkansas?”
“Yeah. Ya ended up on the property of the family I’ma farmhand for.”
“How did you get here?”
“I got picked up when Popskicked me out- wait, no. I should beaskin’ you that.” Stan squinted athim. “How did you get here, and why areya so old?”
“I’m…from an alternate reality,”Ford said tiredly.
“Holy buckets!” The girl from earlier poked her head into theroom. “That’s amazin’!”
“Angie, get yourself back in thekitchen,” Stan said. Angie shook herhead.
“There ain’t no way I’m stayin’in there, when yer twin from an alternate reality an’ prob’ly the future too,by the looks of him, is in here.” Stansighed.
“Fine.” Angie took a seat on the floor and looked atFord with a vested interest.
“Ma ‘n Pa should leave us alonemore often,” she said. “I wonder ifevery time they leave fer a long weekend somethin’ excitin’ happens.”
“Shit,” Stan said, running ahand through his hair. “How ‘re we gonnaexplain this to your family?”
“Tell ‘em the truth?” Angie saidwith a shrug.
“How long do we have ‘fore yourbrothers get back?”
“Lute ‘n Fidds should be back ina couple of hours, tops,” Angie said decisively. Ford’s eyes widened.
“Fiddleford?” he muttered. Angie narrowed her eyes at him.
“How do ya know my big brother’sname?”
“I…guessed.”
“Like hell ya did,” Stan said.
“You’re his younger sister,then?” Ford said to Angie. Shenodded. “The one who studies amphibians,right?” Angie frowned.
“I mean, I like ‘em. But I ain’t exactly studyin’ ‘em.” She leaned forward. “Are ya sayin’ that I study ‘em when I’m allgrowed up?”
“Uh…”
“Back to ya knowin’ Fiddleford’sname,” Stan interjected. “How?”
“It’s not important.”
“Yeah, it is, Sixer.”
“No, it isn’t. What’s important is that I leave this realityand return to my own as soon as possible. Before inadvertentlydestroying your reality’s timeline.” Angie blanched.
“That don’t sound good.”
“It isn’t. Look, I am going to leave, whether you let meor not.”
“It ain’t safe fer ya,” Angiesaid. “Yer hurt.”
“I’ve dealt with much moresevere injuries,” Ford said confidently. Angie and Stan stared at him, confused and worried. “Seriously. I’ll be fine.”
“We should let him go,” Stansaid to Angie.
“But-”
“No buts. He might get pissed and shoot us.”
“Do ya want any food or somethin’?”Angie asked. Ford’s heart ached. He recognized the southern hospitality that hisold partner had displayed.
“No, thank you. I-” Hecut off at the sound of wheels crunching on gravel. “Oh, no.”
“What is it?” Stan asked.
“Fiddleford can’t see me. Do you have a back door?” Angie nodded.
“Stan, go ahead and show him outthe back way.”
“On it.” Stan stood up and walked down a hallway. Ford followed him. “Another reality, huh?” Stan asked casually.
“Yes.”
“I guessin’ in yours I don’t endup with the McGuckets.”
“…No.”
“Figures.” Stan pushed open a door to reveal anexpansive yard. “Go on. I might be pissed at ya, but I hope ya gethome.”
“I’d say the same, but-”
“Ya don’t need to. Good luck, Sixer.”
“You too, Stanley.” Ford set off across the yard. He looked back for a split second, but Stanhad already closed the door.
#this is not canon in terms of the Stan McGucket AU fyi#but it was fun to write#Stanley McGucket AU#Stanley Pines#Stanford Pines#Angie McGucket#ficlet#my writing#ask#agent-jaselin#noncanon
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