#i probably forgot some things here because i could go on forever

[murkycran]

Staticmoth/Voxval Fic Rec List

Welcome to my Staticmoth/Voxval Fic Rec List! :D

I will keep updating this periodically as I read more fics, so feel free to check back every once and a while! I'll reblog it when I update it, plus make a note with the date at the top. Trust me, this is by no means a complete list; there's fics I still want to add to this that I just haven't gotten to yet. I just decided to go ahead and post it anyways, because if I kept waiting until I ran out of fics to rec I'd probably be working on this forever.

These are not in any particular order; I'm going by both my Bookmarks list on AO3 and my memory of fics I forgot to bookmark. I also tried to make notes on what fics were written before season 1 released, but I might have missed some, so keep that in mind.

Please let me know if any links don't work!

✨Before you proceed:✨ read the tags on these fics if you decide to read them. Many of them have heavy material - no surprise given the fandom, but still, felt like this needed said. On that note, there's also fics with explicit material and some fics are straight up PWP. Again, read at your own risk/heed the tags.

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Freak-A-Zoid by Femalefonzie

Summary: A shortage of suppressants in Hell means that Vox is going to be enduring a heat for the first time in years. Who better than the Vees' resident pimp to help him through it? Afterall, the last thing they need is for someone to complicate the situation with "feelings" and Val was the best at keeping love and lust separate. Until now.

TLDR; Valentino plays himself.

Notes: SO FUCKING FUNNY. Cannot read this in public bc I laughed too much. Val and Vox are both idiots. Perhaps the most human depiction of them that I've seen, especially during sex. Neither of them are suave or coordinated, but by god are they trying.

system takeover by Subedarling

Summary: Velvette has never been the type to play hero. But when a mysterious new player enacts a dangerous plot to usurp the Vees' power, taking her two idiots hostage in the process, that's exactly where she finds herself. Now she has no choice but to go on an impromptu rescue mission, maintain the facade that everything is fine to the outside world, and prove why she's the backbone of the Vees—and she hasn't even had her morning coffee yet.

Vox and Val are going to owe her so hard after this.

Notes: Technically Velvette-centric but I'm including it anyway bc it does have Staticmoth; found family. She's so badass in this, I love it. The Staticmoth is very sweet. :3

even if i quit there's not a chance in hell i'd stop by Subedarling

Summary: Valentino stretches his arms over his head as he enters the kitchen, yawning. His robe is hanging loosely around him, and God, if Vox were to run his hand down his chest he could probably count all his ribs. He stops short when he sees the plates waiting for him on the counter. His eyes narrow. “The hell is this?”

“You know, most people would say thank you when their partner makes them breakfast,” Vox says dryly.

Notes: Very tender. A good kind of hurt. Deals with ED.

Parvulus by Heliosolar

Summary: Vox woke up to something... unusual. Terrifying, even. He calls Valentino, desperate for the help.

Valentino is, of course, irresponsible, and Vox is exhausted.

He just wanted to get through the day like normal, why did this have to happen?

Notes: Written before season 1. The art of Tiny Vox is not linked, but I've seen it before and it is SO CUTE. If anyone has a link, please share with me so I can link it here!

A Wager of Desire by Heliosolar

Summary: Valentino and Vox have a small dispute over something meaningless, so they make a bet.

Vox has to last an entire dinner while at Valentino's mercy.

What could go wrong?

Notes: Written before season 1 release. One of the first Staticmoth fics I read. :)

Venenum by Heliosolar

Summary: During an uneventful meeting, Vox makes the mistake of stealing a drink from Valentino.

Notes: Written before season 1 release.

Getting Railed (By Child Support) by Charnel_Goat, spappest

Summary: The female of several species can store sperm for many years prior to using it to fertilize her eggs. As it turns out, spider trains do this too.

Decades after their romantic fallout, Overlord Choo Choo Charles is knocking on Val's door to demand he take responsibility for the results. By way of kidnapping his boyfriend to lure him to his den.

Notes: One of the crackiest fics I've ever read. Vox is an idiot with a horrible sense of self-preservation and Val fucks a spider train without birth control. Just...read it, okay? I literally cannot think about this fic without giggling like an idiot every time.

Beautiful Monster by IceBlueButterfly

Summary: “You’re late,” is the first thing that comes out of Vox’s mouth.

That sharp smile somehow grows wider.

“I believe the term is ‘fashionably late’ baby,” a smooth voice with a light Spanish accent replies.

Which… okay if Vox is being honest, is kind of hot.

Screen heating up a little more, Vox shoots a bored look.

“Or just late,” he snips back. “Oh well,” he claps his hands. “Doesn’t matter, you ready to get down to business?”

“Oh baby,” a bright gleam in even brighter eyes, “I’m always ready to get down.”

Vox is already regretting this decision.

OR Moments in time throughout Vox and Val's relationship. Vox may have no idea what the moth demon will bring to his life, but neither does Val.

Notes: A very nice exploration of how Vox and Valentino's relationship evolves.

Only a Shadow by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox shows up on the hotel’s doorstep with no memory of how he got there or who he is. They agree to house and heal him, and slowly but surely he finds joy in becoming better. Then Valentino shows up and is forced to choose between self-altering addiction and the closest he’s ever come to love.

Meanwhile, Velvette has a new potion brewing, one that will grant her more power than the Vees ever had. Only Vox and Val can stop her, but will goodness really overcome evil? Or will they be only a shadow of their former selves?

Notes: The Voxval is currently toxic and only just now being touched on in Chapter 9 of the fic; I say 'currently' because the author explains in the AN of the first chapter that both Vox and Val will go through some "self-discovery and healing". Seriously, just read it. It's very good!!

You Found Me by passthevoxcord

Summary: Long before Velvette came along, it was just them. Vox and Valentino. Valentino and Vox.

Notes: Includes some interesting headcanons for Vox and Val.

Virtual Reality by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox gets tired of his cybernetic biology being a barrier to his sex life, so he starts a new project to fuck Valentino in VR. Val will try anything once, but he has something else in mind.

Notes: Surprisingly sweet. ^_^

Muted by passthevoxcord

Summary: Val helps a nonverbal Vox deal with sensory overload.

Notes: Sweet and tender. :)

Freaky Friday by passthevoxcord

Summary: Vox and Val wake up stuck in the other’s body, but it’s no big deal because they both know how easy the other has it. Right?

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Sweet take on the different challenges Vox and Val face in their daily lives.

Something Akin To Love Series by Awesome_Possum

Summary: Vox's taste in partners is delightfully self-destructive and that's an itch Valentino is more than happy to scratch.

It's not safe or sane, and whether or not it's technically consensual is heavily up to interpretation, but what they have is probably something akin to love.

A collection of StaticMoth fics set in generally the same continuity.

Valentino is awful and Vox is unfortunately really really into that because a control freak in the streets is a masochist in the sheets.

Notes: Has 2 parts, both very much worth reading. Very funny, lol. Vox is in a hell of his own making but enjoying it at the same time.

Update Prescription by innerfray

Summary: Vox tricks Valentino into getting his eyes checked. They're forced to confront the nature of their partnership.

Notes: One of my favorite Staticmoth oneshots. Felt like an interesting take on Val's blindness. Angst so good...

Like Moth to a Flame (Or to a Bright Blue Screen) by datweirdo

Summary: Valentino is a moth after all

Notes: Cute and funny!!! "You fucking murdered him" lmao

30 Decibels by Shortsighted_Owl

Summary: Somewhere, under the low humming of the monitors, the quiet gurgling of replacement coolant being piped into Vox body, a new noise - dry, yet somehow viscerally wet, and so very soft - made itself known, but only just.

And Valentino almost missed it. - After a fight with Alastor, Valentino watches vigil over Vox’s broken form.

(What if Vox still has organic vocal cords, and after a fight with Alastor, the synthesiser he uses to amplify his voice is destroyed. What if Valentino hears Vox’s real voice for the first time?)

Notes: Heed the tags, there is in fact body horror lol. Sweet but mildly horrific. <3

Priest, mailman, cruise captain or chef? by Destabilize

Summary: Inspired by Vox's outfits in Stayed Gone - Val and Vox try out some kinky stuff with a priest outfit, to mixed success.

Ah ha!” Val squealed with delight, wine glass drained and thrown on a sofa, “This!” Val was standing proudly by the wardrobe holding up a long red robe with a hat and some kind of sash. Vox scowled, “Is that a fucking priest outfit?”

“Si! Isn’t it fun- it’s in your colors too!”

“You wanna be a priest?”

“No baby! You be a priest and I can,” Val sidled up and leaned down, puffing some smoke in Vox’s face, snaking an arm around his waist, “lead you astray...”

Notes: Surprisingly cute and funny! Vox fails epically at roleplay and it is hilarious.

riding out the drop by spoondrifts

Summary: Like he’d said before, killing Alastor was Vox’s kink, not his. He had been prepared to sit back and enjoy the temporary chaos until Vox got over himself.

What he hadn’t accounted for was the possibility that Vox was exactly as obsessive, bitter, and desperate for Alastor’s acknowledgement now as he had been seven years ago. Distance hadn’t made the heart grow fonder: distance had made a highly detailed revenge scrapbook complete with a conspiracy corkboard done up in red string.

Or: Valentino gets fed up with Vox's fixation on the radio demon. They fuck about it.

Notes: Features (sex favorable) asexual!Vox! :D (I lowkey headcanon him as ace ever since the "better than sex" comment)

Featherstone by spoondrifts

Summary: “To me,” Vox told the baby, “it seems like bad parenting to leave your helpless kid for a whole month with two unstable psychopaths and their parole officer. But hey. Who am I to judge.”

No intelligent reply was forthcoming.

Or: not-so accidental baby acquisition, starring the three least responsible idiots this side of the Pentagram.

Notes: Big Vees as family vibes. Wish so desperately this was canon.

vark attack by tarltonnnnn

Summary: Valentino has to petsit Vark for a day. Chaos ensues.

Notes: Written before season 1 release. Vark is a big dumb (and very cute) baby.

Unplugged by pinkpunchy

Summary: Vox looks like he’s going to vomit. Valentino frowns.

“For the one who suggested this, you’re being a real pussy.”

“Fuck you! Just give me a sec.” Vox spits out, muttering darkly as he adjusts his shoulders on the pillows, trying to arrange his body for the moment he loses all function. Valentino, despite his impulsive nature, waits patiently. His manicured nails drag along the spot where cable and port connect, thumb smoothing up and down the flat surface surrounding it. Vox’s breath is coming faster now, not slower, something Valentino is tuned into as naturally as his own breathing.

“Hey.”

A large hand grasps a corner of Vox’s screen, tilting it up and putting an immediate stop to his fidgeting. Valentino smiles, red eyes narrowed to slits.

“Do you trust me?”

Notes: Sex as a...trust exercise? Lol I'm joking, but seriously. Sweet and hot at the same time.

Electric Desires: Lust, Power, and Unspoken Longings in Hell by Dani69696969

Summary: Vox is starting to get fed up with Angel Dust being the only thing Val talks about when Vox is right there, ripe for the taking. Inspired by Vox looking happy that Angel might have quit in Episode 2.

Notes: Very sweet. Plot with porn. :)

The Art of Pimping by MarenRose

Summary: Desperate to close a deal with one of the most lucrative investors in Pride, Vox does the unthinkable and pimps out Valentino for a one-time date. What could go wrong?

Notes: Vox's jealousy and possessiveness really brings out his stalker side in this lmao. Vox is a little pathetic and that makes his jealousy all the more funny to me. :D

Welcome to VoxTek Enterprises! by MarenRose

Summary: Subsequently, Valentino, of all people, has become the office’s saving grace.

(A series of VoxVal ficlets through the eyes of Vox’s assistant)

Notes: Pretty funny! Vox's assistants are really going through it. One of the tags is "Imagine being happy to see Valentino" lol.

(Fic rec list to be continued)

#hazbin hotel #staticmoth #voxval #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #fic rec list

[baileyboo2016]

opinion on hyrule (im so sorry about this i just want to read an entire essay right now)

Hyrule. where do i even begin. he is literally my baby bear my littol cinnamon roll babey boy baby and the sweetest little blorbo around. he is somehow underrated in the lu fandom like what is the reason?? he has the floofiest hair and i want to squish his littol face so bad (/affec) and run my fingers through his floofy hair and pick like little weed flowers from someone’s yard and stick them in his hair so he can twirl with the flower and make a daisy chain because i know he would be good at that. he is a horrible cook but that’s okay because cooking isn’t for everyone! also like you can’t go wrong with a blorbo who can LITERALLY TURN INTO A FAIRY. like COME ON. and he can use his magic to heal people and when he does so his hands GLOW?? like THAT IS SO COOL???? also he is willing to risk his own life to heal another link because he can’t let them suffer knowing he could have helped. like that is a pretty darn good heart you have there, rulie. he went through so much and survived great horrors (i mean he literally has a blood curse) and he still does everything for his family. also any fanfics when he passes out from magic exhaustion and wakes up in another links arms turns me into FERAL WILD CHILD. LIKE WATCH OUT BAILEY JUST READ A RULIE WHUMP FANFIC. also the dynamic between Hyrule and Legend oh my gods i could go on forever. bros will do anything for each other even though when they first met they tried to beat the shit out of each other. like talk about epic character dynamic! rulie is a great explorer even though he gets lost a lot which i don’t blame him for, the woods can get a little confusing sometimes.

TL:DR I LOVE RULIE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹🥹

#i probably forgot some things here because i could go on forever #anyway…😂 #bailey’s ask box #lovely eye hand anon <3 #and if you’re wondering where’s my rulie scram? #RUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE #*scream

[megamett44-lover]

what if you write a fic about the triplets and the reader going through a drive thru - but - the reader gets ketchup on their burger. when the triplets and reader get to the sturniolo house to hang out afterwards, matt and reader are hanging out and matt gives the reader a kiss. since the reader had ketchup before, he's trying to ignore it and like trying to hide it because he doesn't want to hurt her feelings but she ends up finding out anyways- and just finds it hilarious. (it could be an established relationship or they confess and then kiss, whichever you think works better)

love your works and take your time writing this one <33

thank you sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Matt Sturniolo × Reader

Summary: In which a trip down memory lane leads to a confession

Warnings/Notes: Profanity, she/her pronouns

Requested? Yes!

First Kiss

It was exactly 12:02 a.m. when my phone pinged with an incoming text message. I push my textbooks off my lap and roll over to grab my phone. A simple “Come outside” from Matt is at the top of my notifications.

“This kid and his ominous texts.” I laugh, putting on my slippers.

Locking my apartment and making my way downstairs, I notice the minivan parked in front of the building.

“Hey Y/N!” Chris screams as he pops his head through the sunroof.

“Shut up!” I whisper-shout. “There are people who are actually sleeping in there and I don’t feel like getting evicted my first month here!”

Walking to the drivers side, I open the back door to see Madi and Nick.

“Hey guys.” I say, getting in and sitting on the floor between Nick and Madi.

“Hey girl.” Madi says.

“Were you asleep? You look exhausted.” Nick notes.

“Gee thanks.” I roll my eyes playfully. “I was actually studying for my test tomorrow.”

“Gross school.” Chris comments.

“Very gross.” I groan. “Not that I don’t love you guys or anything, but why am I here?”

“You need a break from being holed up in your tiny ass apartment.” Chris says.

“And we missed you.” Madi adds.

“So we’re going to Mcdonald’s.” Matt says, backing out of the parking lot.

“Oh I’d kill for a big mac right now.” I say, mouth watering at the idea.

“And we may or may not be filming a little.” Nick says, referring to the camera in his lap. “If you don’t want to be in it, that’s totally fine too!”

“That’s fine.” I say. “But I look like a homeless rat.”

“You don’t look like a homeless rat.” Matt says.

“Yeah, you look like a rat with a very nice apartment.” Chris jokes.

“I actually hate you.” I mumble as everyone laughs.

Pulling into the McDonalds drive through, Nick orders for everyone. We get our food and find a secluded parking lot and set up to film.

Taking a bite from my burger, I sigh. “This burger is so fucking good.”

“It’s not that serious, Y/N.” Chris laughs.

“I haven’t had McDonalds in forever.” I protest. “It is that serious.”

“Alright, we asked you guys to send in some things you want us to talk about from our childhood, so we’re going to be doing that.” Nick says.

“Oh God.” I groan, closing my eyes. “This is going to be embarrassing.”

“Why?” Madi asks.

“Because Y/N used to be a dork.” Chris laughs.

“Okay at least I didn’t sleep in a Pokémon onsie until I was 12.” I say.

“That was me!” Matt says.

“Oh I know.” I laugh.

Nick looks down at his phone, pulling up Instagram to check the answers from his story. “What’s one injury you remember from childhood?”

“Probably the time Justin hit me with a golf club.” Matt says.

“That was terrifying.” I say. “I remember Nick running to my house in his underwear freaking out because he didn’t like blood.”

“Oh my God, I forgot about that.” Nick says. “Your mom was so confused.”

“Mine was probably when Chris pushed me off of the monkey bars at school and I got a concussion.” I say, taking a french fry from the bag.

“I did not push you!” Chris exclaims.

“You most definitely did.” Matt corrects.

“Yeah because I just so happened to fall off of the monkey bars.” I say sarcastically.

“You were clumsy.” Chris says.

“Matt witnessed it!” I say, throwing a fry at Chris.

“Yeah, you were mad because she cut in front of you in line, so you pushed her off.” Matt explains.

“Whatever.” Chris grumbles.

“One time, Y/N was yelling at me to come downstairs and I fell because someone put oil on the top step.” Nick says.

“In my defense, it was Chris’ idea.” I say.

“Yeah that was me, I’ll admit that.” Chris says.

“You were a demon, oh my God.” Madi laughs.

“He still is.” Matt agrees.

“Oooo what do you think about this one, Y/N?” Nick asks, showing me his phone.

Someone had wrote “Tell us about your first kiss!”

I genuinely start rolling laughing. “I don’t know, I don’t want your fan girls to hate me for this.”

“What is it?” Matt asks.

Nick responds by passing his phone up front to Matt and Chris. Matt reads it and his cheeks immediately turn red.

“Oh this is good!” Chris says. “I say Y/N and Matt goes first.”

Matt rolls his eyes and puts his face in his hands.

“Alright, so we’re going to be talking about our first kisses.” I say. “And mine just so happened to be with Matt.”

Madi gasps. “No way.” She laughs.

“Yes way.” I laugh with her. “We were like what, 13, 14, Matt?”

“I was in 8th grade and you were in 7th, so yeah that sounds right.” Matt says muffled through his hands.

“I was getting picked on because I was the only girl in my friend group who hadn’t had a first kiss yet and I was complaining to Matt about it.” I say.

“This is so cheesy.” Nick laughs.

“Shut up!” I laugh. “So I was complaining to Matt about it and he offered to be my first kiss. So we kissed. That’s it.”

“So wait, was she your first kiss too?” Madi asks Matt.

“Yeah, she was.” Matt answers.

“That’s so cute!” Madi exclaims.

“It was super awkward.” I say. “We made a promise to never talk about it again, until now, I guess.”

“Matt did not abide by that promise.” Nick says.

“Yeah, kid would not shut up about it for like 6 months after it happened.” Chris agrees.

“Okay, yeah, yeah. It’s y’all’s turn.” Matt says, clearly embarrassed.

“Aww Matt’s embarrassed.” Chris teases, poking Matt’s ribs. “He had a little cwushy-wushy on Y/N.”

“Hey, you tried to kiss me in kindergarten!” I say, pointing to Chris. “I had almost forgot about that!”

“It was a dare!” Chris says.

“Don’t worry guys, I didn’t kiss Chris because he had cooties.” I laugh.

“I did not have cooties!” Chris says. “You were the one who made that up and told everyone!”

“I only made it up because you pushed me off the monkey bars!” I say.

“I didn’t push you!” Chris yells.

“Yes you did!” Matt and I say at the same time.

“Uh oh, not the couple ganging up on me!” Chris throws up his hands dramatically.

“Alright, cootie boy.” I roll my eyes.

“You know what?” Chris says, practically launching himself into the backseat trying to tickle me.

“Madi help!” I scream, trying to deflect Chris as much as possible.

“You guys are actually children.” Nick says.

“Oh you want some too, big dog?” Chris says, shifting his attention to Nick.

“Chris!” Nick screams, almost dropping his Dr.Pepper on him.

The rest of the video goes off without a hitch. By the time we were finished filming, it was 2:30 a.m.

“Madi is gonna stay with us tonight, you wanna just stay at ours?” Nick asks, packing up the camera.

“C’mon, Y/N!” Chris says. “It’ll be just like old times.”

“I can never say no to a sleepover.” I laugh. “Count me in.”

“Thank God, I’ll need some female energy in that house.” Madi says, dapping me up.

As we drove back to the triplets house, I had noticed Matt was extra quiet. I put it off as being tired, but the way I kept catching him look at me in the rear view mirror made me think otherwise.

Pulling into the house, we all piled out and made our way inside.

“Goodnight, everyone.” Nick says, venturing off to his room.

Madi hugged me. “See you in the morning!” She says, following behind Nick.

“Where you sleeping, Y/N?” Chris asks. “You know my rooms always open.”

I laugh. “No offense, Chris, but you won’t be going to sleep for another three hours and I’m exhausted.” I flop down on the couch, pulling a blanket over me. “I’ll just sleep here.”

“No way.” Matt says. “You do not have to sleep on the couch. You can stay in mine if you want?”

Chris laughs, making kissy noises as he walks downstairs to his room.

“Jesus, that kid.” I laugh. I look over at Matt, who is looking at me with expectant eyes. “Yeah, I’ll sleep in your room, if that’s cool?”

“Mi casa es su casa.” Matt says, walking down the hall to his room.

“Okay, Flo-Rida.” I say, following him.

Matt flops down on the bed, throwing a pillow over his face. Walking over, I yank the pillow off of him.

“Hey!” He protests.

I sit down beside him. “Okay, spill.” I demand.

Matt looks at me quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“Ever since I talked about our kiss, you’ve been acting weird. Spill.” I say.

“I haven’t.” Matt says. “I’m just tired.”

“Mhm.” I say. “I don’t believe you.”

“Why not?” Matt rolls his eyes.

“Just don’t.” I shrug. I roll over to the other side of the bed, getting under the blankets.

Matt flips the lights off, before joining me in bed.

“Goodnight, Matt.” I say, rolling over to face him.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Matt says, pulling the blankets over him as well.

It’s silent for about 5 minutes, and I feel myself starting to doze off, when suddenly, the weight in the bed shifts. I open my eyes to see Matt sitting up beside me.

“Matt, what’re you-” I start.

“I like you, Y/N.” Matt blurts out.

I blink my eyes really hard to make sure I’m not dreaming and I shake my head.

“Ever since we were kids, I’ve liked you.” Matt says. “The feelings would come and go, and I really tried to make them go for the sake of our friendship, but I really, really like you, Y/N.”

Matt looks back at me as I stare wide-eyed at him. “Really?” I whisper.

“Why do you think I volunteered to be your first kiss?” Matt asks. “Chris wasn’t lying when he said I talked about that kiss for 6 months. He wasn’t lying when he said I had a crush on you. I could just…never find the right time to tell you.”

I sit up beside Matt, grabbing his hand. “I really wish you would’ve told me sooner.” I say.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Matt says. “You don’t know how much it killed me to see you with other guys, Y/N. That shit was so unbearable.”

It’s silent for a moment before Matt sighs deeply.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I really do. But I just had to tell you so-” I cut Matt off by placing my lips on his.

Feeling his lips against mine, suddenly I’m 13 again in Boston having my first kiss with my best friend. His hands find the sides of my face and it’s like the world stopped spinning. It’s like everything around us has faded away and it’s just us.

We pull away slowly, each of us gasping for air.

“I don’t know where I got the balls to do that.” I whisper. I open my eyes to notice Matt grimacing a bit.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, no. Nothings wrong.” Matt says, grabbing my hand.

“No, something is definitely wrong.” I say.

Matt turns a little red before looking at his lap. “It’s just…was there ketchup on your burger earlier?”

“Yeah…?” I say, confused. And then it suddenly makes sense. I throw myself back into the bed, dying in a fit of laughter. “Oh my God!” I laugh, gasping for air.

I sit up, looking at Matt. “I am so sorry.” I say, still laughing.

“It’s okay.” He says, smiling. “I’ll taste ketchup every day as long as it’s from your lips.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re so corny.”

“Maybe.” He smiles. “So is it safe to say you feel the same?”

“Don’t make me kiss you with my ketchup breath again, Matthew.” I say.

“Is that a promise?” Matt asks, slowly pulling me back into another kiss.

a/n: help this is one of the longest stories I’ve written. but if I were to make a tag list, who would want to be added to it???

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo edit #madi filipowicz

[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Pt.20

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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When you’re finally released from the hospital they send you home with a list of instructions on how to take care of your wound and some medication. You sigh in relief at the sight of your apartment, it wasn’t the most extravagant place but it was comfortable and familiar, and you had actual food here. 

Tired of hospital food, you head straight for the kitchen when you spot the roses Leon had sent you. They’re still fresh and it doesn’t feel right to just throw them out considering you two ended on a good note. Instead, you set your bouquet from Nat on the counter and take apart the roses from Leon. You individually wrap them in some leftover tissue paper and despite your stomach grumbling you head back out of your apartment. 

You head to the park closest to your house and begin handing the roses out to random strangers you pass. An old lady sitting by herself, a man and his dog, and a group of women walking down the sidewalk. The deed makes you feel good about yourself and the smiles on their faces help remind you of all the good things in life. 

It’s a reminder you need after what happened.

You go to hand the last rose to a woman sitting on a bench on her phone when she looks up and you realize you recognize her

“Y/n! Oh my god!” You smile down at your coworker and her face lights up when you hand her the rose. “This is so sweet, thank you” You’re prepared to bid her a good weekend and leave when she stops you, grabbing your arm. 

“Wait- okay this might be kind of short notice but there’s this party coming up in a week and I really don’t want to go alone- plus you promised me we’d start hanging out” 

You do vaguely remember promising one of your coworkers that you two would start hanging out after you bonded over workplace struggles. Parties aren’t normally your thing but she’s got this bright and hopeful look in her eyes and honestly, you could probably use the socialization.

Shrugging, you figure it wouldn’t hurt to go, your habit of spending your weekends cuddled up with your TV and your snacks had been less and less appealing these past months anyway. 

“Sounds like fun! Will you text me the details?” She nods excitedly and hugs you and it makes you think of your mother. She would be so excited to hear how outgoing you’ve become and you can’t help but think it was all because of Nat. Not because she told you to go out (Although she did so very often), but because her presence just seemed to have that impact. Her sass and humor pulled you out of the slump that you’d been stuck in for what felt like forever. In the past few months, you’ve done things you hadn’t done in years and it felt amazing. 

You waved goodbye to your coworker with the promise of texting her more often and headed home. 

You didn’t know why but you had a feeling everything was going to change next weekend.

~~~~~~~

You weren’t panicking. You weren’t. You just hadn’t been to a party in a long time and your coworker definitely forgot to mention just how fancy the dress code was and now she was coming in half an hour to pick you up and you had no idea what to wear.

So obviously after a 5 minute mini-panic attack, you opened your phone to text Nat

        Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦:

I’m having a crisis

Nat🔪:

Typical.

What’s going on?

Y/n🍦:

I have a party tonight and

I’m told it’s very fancy

Nat🔪:

Look at you socializing!

Y/n🍦:

Har Har

Don’t patronize me

Nat🔪:

So what’s the problem?

If you need to brush up on 

Pop culture or recent celebrity drama

I am NOT the person to ask.

Y/n🍦:

Noted.

I need help finding an outfit

and you sounded like someone 

with impeccable style

Nat🔪:

If I knew calling you was all I had to 

do to get you to compliment my style 

I would’ve done it a lot sooner.

Y/n🍦:

I’m pretty sure all my fancy clothes 

have dust on them.

Nat🔪:

I’m surprised you have any at all.

What have you got?

Y/n🍦:

Well, I’ve got a red dress, a gold strapless one,

and a black one with a thigh slit.

Nat🔪:

Black. Definitely. 

Y/n🍦:

I should’ve guessed that’s what you’d choose.

Emo.

Nat🔪:

Rude. black goes with everything okay?

And it hides drink stains ;)

Y/n🍦:

…okay you might have a point.

But now the real crisis-

Gold or silver jewelry.

Nat🔪:

Show me your options.

Y/n🍦:

Sure!

*Images Attached*

Nat🔪: 

Definitely that silver bracelet.

And the pearl earrings.

Is that dust on your jewelry box, Y/n?

Y/n🍦:

No! Shut up!

For good measure, you send her a picture of your middle finger, to which she responds with an emoji with its tongue sticking out. It makes you chuckle until you see the time and frantically begin scrambling around your room to grab stuff for your shower. Not to mention you had to find a way to cover up your healing shoulder wound. You send Nat another brief text as the water is warming up since you know you probably won’t get the chance to text her until after the party.

      Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦:

I’ve got to get ready but

Thanks for your help, Nat<3

Nat🔪:

Of course.

Have a good time, Y/n ❤️

—-----

Nat had all but gotten used to the fluttering feeling she felt when she texted you until that damn phone call. Everything in her had been screaming at her not to do it, that you would recognize her voice and everything would fall apart. But after what happened to you she knew both of you needed it, maybe her more than you.

It was brief. So brief.

She was trying so hard to show you her authentic self while still making sure you didn’t recognize her but more of her actual voice slipped out than she intended. She couldn’t help it, she lost all train of thought when she heard your voice.

She loved the way you said her name. She could hear you say it a million times over but the call was cut short by her gift to you arriving. She didn’t mind though, not when you sent her photos of your flowers every day with cute captions like “longest I’ve ever kept anything alive!!” and “they still smell so good!?” and she won’t even mention the backflip her heart did when you sent her a picture of the dying flowers you pressed to keep them for longer.

She was glad you liked them. She was glad about everything when it came to you. She’d never consider herself an optimist but you were definitely changing her perspective on life.

Her mind drifted to the party you were going to tonight and she briefly wondered if it was the same one she was expected to show up to tonight, but it was a Friday night in New York and there was no way out of the hundreds of parties tonight you two would happen to be at the same one. Not to mention she didn’t see your name on Stark’s guest list. 

She sighed as she read your goodbye and looked to her closet. It was about time she got ready for her own party. God knows what Stark would have her doing this time, it was better to prepare for these things early.

Pt.21

A/n: Q& A in the comments while we wait for the most anticipated chapter of this series?~ Starry

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[kayentokk]

Easy Peasy Sukuna Squeezey(Part 3);What Could Go Wrong

Pairing;Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Summary;What could go wrong during your weekend with Sukuna? Not much except one thing, or one person.

Contains;fluff, lots of fun, ex, sukuna gushing, childhood memories, some cussing

Wc;2,010

A/N;I am literally so sorry, tbh I forgot I made this a series 😅 and then I checked my comments and I was like oh. So my bad guys I will try to update this regularly and get my schedule back together. Also just comment on any of the posts for this series that you want to be tagged to get on the tag list. 

Tag list 🏷️; @charlie-xo

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The week felt like it took forever to be over, exams, loads of homework, part-time job, all that hectic stuff. But this weekend you get to-well you’re not really sure exactly what Sukuna has in store for you but whatever it is you’re excited for it. 

You had texted your roommate the day you were over Sukunas apartment that you’d be staying there at least until the weekend was over. You often stayed at Sukunas for long periods of time when you needed a break or just wanted to hang with your best friend. He never really minded you were pretty good company, in your own words, and he was used to spending long periods of time with you. During school, after school, in the summer, whenever your moms wanted to have a girls night, just whenever. 

Anyways your roommate was obviously cool with it, she had mentioned she wanted to have “company” over anyways so it all worked out. You took Sukuna’s advice and blocked your ex, you were probably going to do that anyways since the relationship was definitely over, so you have no idea if he’s texted or called. Not that you care though, he’s an ass and he should have enough shame, decency, and brains not to call and understand it’s over. 

To be honest you’re at the acceptance stage of grief, it is what it is he wasn’t the one for you, but it still sucks. Sukuna has actually been really helpful, he’s been, for lack of a better word, a great distraction. He won’t tell you what he has planned for tonight though, all he said was to be ready in pajamas. Maybe a movie night? 

You guys used to do those every Friday, but then college got too hectic with it being senior year and all. Sukuna said his classes are pretty easy, although you aren’t too surprised on that one he’s always been exceptionally intelligent, he claims it’s because he just decided to major in business since he’s not exactly sure what he wants to do.

He didn’t want to be a chef, even though he’s exceptionally talented in cooking too, but he’s a waiter at a restaurant for his part time job. When he first got that job you visited to see the restaurant, and him, it was a nice little quiet diner. He was annoyed and disgusted about it on the outside but you could tell he was embarrassed about you visiting, mostly because one time there was a couple that sat in the booth behind you and made comments about, “young love.” And every time you would sit in that same booth just to annoy him because you knew he thought about it each time, it was honestly hilarious. You and him? Being a couple? What a joke.

Sukuna texted he was on his way back, he had a lecture that was in the evening that day and he left a little early to start you guys’ weekend plans. Apparently you hadn’t been paying much attention to any calls or messages because you had about 10 missed calls from your friend and a dozen text messages. You immediately called back.

“Hello? Girl! Why have you not picked up, I’ve been calling you for forever.”

“I’m sorry! I was just laying here, and I had on dnd from when I was in classes earlier. I guess I never turned it off,” you replied in an anxious tone.

Maki just sighed before continuing, “anyways your boyfriend-“

“Ex,” you cut her off before she could even begin.

“Your ex-boyfriend,” she corrected herself with irritation, “has been showing up like every other hour asking about you, and I wasn’t paying much attention before but I’m pretty sure his car was outside yesterday for a while. He’s probably waiting on you, has he texted?”

“I don’t know if he’s texted I blocked him. That’s probably why he’s showing up, he thinks I’m home. Just ignore him, and if he continues to knock call the police or something.”

“Why can’t he just leave you alone? It’s clearly over, there’s nothing there anymore.”

“I know, I’m so sorry by the way.”

“You’re fine, enjoy your weekend babes! I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Thank you so much.”

“Mhm my company should be over soon, talk to you later, be safe.”

“Kk you too, bye Maki,” and with a small beep, the call ended. 

He was coming by every hour? How insane. You hoped he wouldn’t give Maki much trouble, but then again she could handle herself. What if he knew you were at Sukuna’s? Well he didn’t know the address….he’s dropped you off before though. Maybe he doesn’t remember it? Oh no what if he shows up?! And then your whole weekend of distraction will be ruined, and all of Sukuna’s hard work will be-

“-n? Y/n! Hey, Earth to y/n again. Seems like I’m having to do that a lot this week huh?” Sukuna jokes. 

“Hm, oh yeah sorry-“ you say lost in your thoughts.

“Uhh you sure? Why’re you all spaced out?”

“It’s nothing-“

“We both know it’s not nothing you might as well tell me, you’re not very good at your poker face I’ll have to teach you sometime,” he says playfully.

“It’s just- he showed up at my apartment. He was looking for me-“

“But you’re not there so what’s the problem?”

“Maki is there, which I’m sure she’s fine he’s not crazy he’s just a whore, but what if he shows up here?” 

“Wow never thought I’d hear you slut shame someone, that’s a new low y/n,” he smiles and then continues, “but you don’t have to worry about him showing up here. That is if he knows what’s good for him.”

Oh yeah one small thing, the time your ex dropped you off him and Sukuna did not get along. It was the briefest moment, it felt like when your dad dropped you back off at your moms’ after spending a weekend with him, but it was tense. You could tell, Sukuna’s sharp maroon gaze stayed on him even after you had stepped inside. So, safe to say he’d have to be pretty ballsy to show up here.  

“Put on some boots or something we’re going out,” Sukuna says gruffly.

“Going out where? I’m in pajamas-“

“I know, good. I told you to be, glad to know you listen.”

You scoffed, “no way I’m going in public like this-,” you gestured with your hands waving in an up and down movement to your unprofessional getup. 

“Relax. You won’t be the only one, I’m about to change too.”

“Oh because two of us looking like we just rolled out of bed is better than one,” you said sarcastically.

“Exactly, I knew you’d get it I had to admit I was getting a little worried there,” he teased.

“Oh shut up dimwit,” you said smiling.

There it was again, stunning.

Sukuna went to quickly throw on some sweats and an old faded t-shirt, probably sporting some random band. He grabbed his keys, and you were out the door. 

You loved night time drives, everything just hit different. The music vibed better, especially when Sukuna let you have the aux, the car ride is just more fun at night. When you arrived at the destination Sukuna parked the car and reached to turn the knob on the volume down.

“Look where we are,” he said turning to stare at you.

You immediately turned to look out the window, and even though it took you a second you realized-

With a big shriek and gasp you turned back to Sukuna, “this is-!”

“The ‘best convenience store ever in our hometown’ I know you said it to me so much it’s engraved in my brain.”

Sparkles were in your eyes, along with some unshed tears. So many great memories were here. Every time you passed a test with an A your mom would bring you here to get your favorite snack, and since Sukuna always did well on tests you’d take him about once a month to continue the tradition. But then you guys’ campus was at least a 35 minute commute from here, and when it was busy during the day maybe 45, so you stopped coming. There just wasn’t enough time and you guys got really busy. But not many people were on the road at night, and with Sukuna’s driving you guys probably made it there in 20-25 minutes tops. 

You were so happy you could scream. It was apparent in your face, the brightest smile. You jumped out of the car and immediately ran into the store, Sukuna not far too behind you. 

You had already grabbed one of the small dark green dingy looking baskets, ah the same as always, from the entrance and were halfway down your favorite aisle by the time he got inside. 

He greeted the kind old lady at the register who had witnessed your excitement just moments ago, screeching with joy, which scared her when you rushed in. 

He quickly found the aisle you were in and watched you decide which snacks you wanted, carefully picking the items and placing them in the basket. 

You rushed from one place to another, grabbing drinks, chips, snacks, anything you wanted because who knows when you’ll visit here again. Then you just stopped, and Sukuna watching your madness didn’t think you were ever going to. Then your eyes started to well up with worry.

“What’s wrong?”

“I- I left my wallet back at your apartment, I can’t buy any of this-“

“What? I’m obviously buying, dimwit,” he scoffed repeating your words from earlier.

“Really?” You asked, the excitement immediately perking back up inside you. 

He didn’t even get to answer before you continued happily on your shopping spree, how could he say no anyways? By the time you were done you couldn’t even pick up your basket. You quickly looked to Sukuna for help, and he rolled his eyes taking the basket with his left arm. You began to giggle watching him walk to the register. You couldn’t help it, the sight of him carrying a basket like a soccer mom was just too funny. 

A stuffed full basket being carried by his well built arm, the vein bulging from the somewhat strenuous task being carried out. His hand flexing and unflexing to stretch after putting the basket down, making the veins even more visible as they pop out due to his contractions-

“Y/n? You coming? Don’t you wanna get home to eat all this stuff?” 

You quickly snapped out of your haze, and ran up to the register where Sukuna had already taken his wallet out to pay, making a comment about how you were most definitely going to eat it in his car. You left a happy customer that day.

Before you left you made Sukuna stop in front of the shop so that you could snap a quick photo of the two of you together, you wanted to send it to your moms. 

You smiled the whole car ride home, and when you got in the house. 

“Thank you,” you said sincerely with a huge grin on your face.

“Yeah, yeah I know I’m the best,” he replied with a smirk.

“Can you cook the ramen please?”

“Who else was gonna-“

And then the shrill ring of the doorbell rang. 

“Are you expecting someone?”

“No, no one comes over here. Maybe it’s just a package.”

“At 10pm?”

“I don’t know, maybe some drunk has the wrong door.”

Then it rang again.

“Okay maybe not…”

“Sukuna just go get the door I’ll start prepping-“

Before you could finish your sentence though, he already opened the door ready to tell off the drunk.

“Oh. It’s you.” 

You didn’t like Sukuna’s tone, and being the nosey person you are sometimes, you rushed to the door. You immediately understood his tone. 

“Oh, of course it’s you.”

@/cafekitsune for the divider

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[yikesharringrove]

@thediktatortot sent me some song recommendations with specific harringrove-coded lyrics and I decided I wanted to write something for as many different ones as I have the juice, because I was genuinely inspired and thank you thank you friend for the recommends!

-

First Song: Lemon Boy by Cavetown

“It’s actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him, so I got myself a citrus friend.”

-

Here’s the thing about Billy Hargrove:

He’s simple. 

Everyone (all the girls) think he’s this complicated thing. This person with a million different layers and a million different faces. And, Steve guesses, that’s sorta true. 

But really, he’s kinda easy to understand. 

He needs kindness. 

There’s not much more to it than that. 

And sure, maybe the why is where the layers come in. He needs kindness because he never gets any blah, blah, blah. 

But at the end of the day, a few nice things, and he’s loyal forever. 

Steve figured it out kind of accidentally. 

Because Billy forgot his textbook in American History, and they sit alphabetically by last name in that class, and so, Steve kinda nudged his book over so that Billy could look on and wouldn’t lose any participation points that day for not being able to answer questions and read when the teacher asked, and so, it was one tiny nice thing. 

Okay, maybe it was more than one tiny nice thing. 

Because it was a chain of tiny nice things. 

Starting with the textbook, and finishing with Steve sucking Billy off in the backseat of the Camaro to “blow off some steam”.

After the textbook, came the apology. 

Half-assed, for sure, and written in scribbly, smudgy handwriting. Not signed, but clear who it’s from. 

Sorry for messing you up like that.

Steve returned it with his own note, dropped pointedly on Billy’s desk in class. 

Sorry for being weird. I promise nothing shady was going on with your sister. I get it though. No hard feelings.

Billy glanced at Steve through his lashes, and Steve was a little disappointed that Billy hadn’t forgotten his history textbook. 

The next nice thing was a coffee. 

Because Steve made himself coffee and a breakfast sandwich on the mornings he decided he didn’t care if he was late to school. 

He was driving to school, listening to an old mixtape he found at the bottom of his glovebox, and he saw Billy. Head bent low, walking along the side of the road. 

HIs hands were in his pockets, and the line of his shoulders was tense. He was all but stomping, and the clear aura of pissed off somehow didn’t deter Steve from pulling along next to him, reaching over to roll down the passenger side window. 

“Hargrove! You want a ride.”

The stomping stopped, but Billy gave no other indication that he had heard Steve. 

The BMW’s engine idled. 

“C’mon, man. It’s like three more miles to school. Lemme drive you.”

When Billy turned to get into the car, Steve was why he was keeping his head down and his shoulders around his ears. 

He had a big black shiner, a bruise covering his whole left eye. 

He sat low in the passenger seat, cranking the window back up. 

“Looks nasty.”

Billy only grunted in response.

“Car in the shop?”

Billy snorted. 

“My dad took my keys.”

Ah. 

Probably clocked him in the face, too. 

Steve’s no stranger to it, even if his dad’s more of a smacker than a puncher. He also had a weird realization that Billy’s dad must be left-handed, like Billy himself. 

Steve took his coffee out of the cup holder, passing it to Billy. 

“You look like you need this more than I do.”

The next nice thing was kinda the one that pushed them over the line. 

Over the line from acquaintances that once beat each other up to actual sort of friends. 

It was also not a nice thing Steve did.

It was one Billy did.

And Steve wasn't even there to witness it.

All he saw was the blue green bruising on Tommy H.'s jaw.

"When are you gonna learn, Tommy. Don't pick fights you can't win."

Tommy nearly snarled at Steve from the bleachers, catching himself last minute before he made a seen in front of the entire P.E. class.

Steve only smirked, and took his seat in front of Tommy.

The coach stood in front of the bored class, explaining that they'd be running laps today.

It's what they did whenever he was too hungover to actually make them so anything.

But it's fine. Steve's always been a good runner, and it means he doesn't have to think about anything or talk to anyone while he went.

He tensed when he felt Tommy lean forward behind him, getting in close to murmur in Steve's ear.

"Found yourself a new attack dog, huh, Stevie? Hargrove nearly knocked my teeth out when I called you a pussy. You givin' it up for him, too?"

"Careful, Buddy. You sound jealous."

Tommy snorted and leaned back, but Steve's gut was rolling.

Billy had taken down Tommy for saying something shitty behind Steve's back.

It made Steve's face hot.

Billy showed up twenty minutes late to P.E. He gave Coach a note, and started his laps with the rest of the class.

Steve slowed his pace to get next to him.

Billy's knuckled were a little bruised, and he had a scratch mark on his neck.

Tommy did always fight dirty.

"Heard you gave it to Tommy."

"He deserved it." Billy kept his eyes forward, his pace steady.

"Yeah. He's a toolbag."

They jogged in silence.

Steve opened his mouth to ask something, when Billy piped up.

"Are we, like, friends?"

"I think so. Unless you make a habit of beating the shit out of people for calling your non-friends pussies."

Steve caught Billy's eye and grinned. Billy's smile was reluctant and small, but Steve liked it.

"Last to finish ten laps owes the winner a milkshake." Steve clapped Billy on the back, and took off, easily weaving through the gaggle of junior girls walking in front of them.

"Harrington, you bastard!"

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #yikes writes #past stommy #hope you like it! my writing style has changed so much lately and this one really made me realize it

[odusseus-xvi]

Hello helloooo friend! Hi! I just wanted to say that I'll be going around and asking people about QSMP characters to avoid mischaracterization of said characters (in analysis, fics, and just overall fan interpretations). So if you're cool with it, can I ask you about the French streamers?

Like, can you tell me the mischaracterization you often see regarding their characters and how they actually are? I mean, ANY facts about them would be very very cool to know! I love all of them and I would really like to know more about them since I can't really watch everyone, ya kno?

Yes I would love to :D ! But also, keep in mind, I'm not immune to a bit of mischaracterization (that's how you write that right ?), sometimes I probably do a little bit, though I try my best not to. I have to admit, I don't see a lot, or just little things, and mostly from the english side of the community, cause over here with the french we are a really small part of the overall fandom, so I don't have a lot of interactions, AND it's our first (ever) smp like that (semi rp etc...), we never had that over here in France, it's a new thing both for us and the ccs, so we are getting our footing. But here we go I do have some things I can say : (wrote a fricking novel holy)

q!Baghera Jones : I see a lot of people characterize her as this hyper competent investigator that knows everything etc... In a way she is, she is a good investigator, and is always eager to solve the mysteries of the island ; What people miss most of the time is that she is also (it's not mutually exclusive) a Goofball : She sings randomly, she walks on mines and jumps off buildings willingly for the lols, some people say she witholds information, most of the time she actually just Forgor. Something that people do get most of the time is that she genuinely is really empathetic : She loves Walter Bob, two days ago she talked about how Cucurucho may be manipulated, she is worried about Quackity, about Cellbit, Foolish, Jaiden etc... And outside of petty rivalry (mostly with Forever, BBH, Etoiles, and a bit Cellbit) she is not a vengeful person at all. She is very understanding. Oh and almost forgot : She is surprisingly insightful ; She guessed what was happening to Cellbit as one of the firsts, she immediatly figured Gegg out the first day she met Slime, ElQuackity is VERY obviously another person than Quackity at first glance etc...

q!Etoiles : There was for some time a bit of mischaracterization in the way people saw him as a bloodthirsty killing machine, though it is fading steadily as we speak ; He is a really nice person that lifts up others, gift them things whenever he can, cares about the eggs, and is always reactive when it comes to saving or helping others. Also, he is a badass in the eyes of everyone (ccs and fandom) but people have a way to write that in fics that doesn't really match him : They write a badass and dark character that is mostly silent and cool ; Etoiles is NOT that (he is badass yes but not much the rest), he SAYS he is that, that he is "dark, and broody, and mysterious", but the guy is always cracking jokes, about others, about himself, he is very self-aware of his problems (social and health related) and likes to joke about it because "it puts smiles on the faces of people" (his way of cheering people up most of the time : "You are not useless, you put smiles on my and the people's faces, and that wonderful"). The moments that CAN be a bit dark is when he is asking for a fight ; most of the time it's goofy, but then there is moments like the dinner party when the codes revealed themselves, where he will be saying while everyone panics "Yeah... Yeah.. FINALLY ! FINALLY !!" and you realise he is not to be trifled with. He aslo tends to blame himself when something wrong happens ; to him, HE is the one that misplayed, that made a mistake.

q!Aypierre : Some people could see him as a relatively chill dude ; he talks calmly, never screams and very rarely raises his voice, but he is NOT chill : He is the most gremlin of the french, his favorite past-time in all the smps he's been in is pranking and breaking the servers : Two days ago in his 24 hour stream, he broke in the federation base three times, exploded a bunch of stuff in there, tortured Foolish alongside BBH, summoned lightning to make Foosh and BBH believe Gegg is still alive in front of his infinite Gegg generator, rickrolled Cucurucho etc... He is a every ingenuous guy with ways to build factories of everything. Most people, out of the french, would fear Etoiles because he is always begging for a fight, and fought and won against the code several times, but he is a nice guy, who they probably SHOULD fear, is Aypierre, this guy can be EVIL at times ; He loves contracts and deals, and using those against the others. He is not all evil though. He does care about Pomme, the french, and is willing to help others when they need him, though he likes to make exchanges.

q!Antoine Daniel : Antoine is probably the hardest to write or get when you are not used to him. He has such a way of speaking and a weird twisted humor that to someone not french, and not watching his streams regularly, it's REAL hard to get him right. He is an apreciator of dark humor and cynicism ; Joking about Bobby in front of Pomme is an example, though he is starting to be more compassionate about the eggs than he was at the beginning of his journey on the smp. Probably because of one of my posts and some others, a lot of people see him as incredibly paranoïd, and for a time he was, though he said himself (both in and out of character) that it was starting to get better because people came talked to him about it, there IS still remains though. What's interesting is that he can be both paranoïd, AND incredibly insightful : His takes are either the rambling of a madman, or scarily on point. Though he is rarely willing to help others (both because of his next to level 0 skills in minecraft and general air of "I don't care"), he is always on alarm and willing to help when it comes to the eggs, multiple times he ironically is one of the most reactive ones when it comes to realise there is danger or a problem for the eggs ; Though he is relatively self-centered, he is very compassionate and attentive of the eggs, with Pomme potentially being the person he trusts most. (everytime he acts aloof and cynical on his stream, to then immediatly worry about Pomme's well-being warms my heart.)

q!Kamet0 : AHAHAHAHAH ahAHaHhah, ahahah... ahah.. ah. oh. (he left for cigarretes)

(HOLY SHIT I WROTE A NOVEL. Sorry, didn't excpect to have that much to say. But here you go, hope that helps.)

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how it could grow

thank you for voting in this poll! here we have grumpy!reader and sunshine!rooster going to the farmer's market | fluff, 1.7k

It's early.

Bradley gets up early and probably will forever. You've always considered yourself able to get up in the morning, but he's so...cheery. So damn chipper.

Being up early on a Saturday means the local farmer's market. It's so early that it's not even close to crowded, so you and your boyfriend stroll down the rolls of stalls, checking your combined list as you to to make sure you hit the right vendors.

Bradley waves at many of them, dragging you over to get some pickles and compliment Carlota's hat, to the bee farm stand to ask Steve about new candle scents, to get some iced tea and to hear about Lu's new puppy.

"This is delicious, Lu," he says. "What do you think, babe?" He nudges your shoulder with his.

He's not teasing you, not really, but he is trying to make you talk. You're usually very content to let Bradley be the talker, the friendly face. He's like the sun and for a long time you had no idea what he was doing spending his time with you. You're quieter, rougher around the edges. But he's practically drilled it into you by this point: he loves you. So you let him prod you a little because you do like these people and they always have a smile and kind word for you, even if Bradley does all the chatting.

"It's lovely," you tell the vendor, and mean it. It's no surprise Bradley knows him and his dog's name and everything about the business. He beams at you.

"Thank you!" he says. "Bradley's told me you're particular about your tea. Here, you take some of this new blend to try and let me know next week what you think."

So ensues a small battle over paying that ends with Bradley convincing Lu to come to the Hard Deck for a free drink this weekend in exchange for your sample blend.

"That was nice of him," you mumble, tucking into Bradley's side. He holds the iced tea you're sharing between you so you can take sips from the straw, his other arm slung over your shoulder.

"You're his favorite customer," he says. You look at him. Yeah, right, you say with your eyebrows. Seriously, his say back. You roll your eyes.

"I think that's you."

He winks. "Alright, beautiful." You scowl but he ignores it. "I think it's time to divide and conquer. You take fruits, I'll take veggies? And then we can hit the bakery on the way home and eat on the porch."

"Okay," you tell him. He gives you the rest of the tea and you tilt your cheek up. Bradley recognizes what you're asking for immedietly, surging forward to press his lips to your cheek tenderly.

"I'll find you," he says, and heads to the farm stand, whistling as he goes.

You head to the fruit stand. Bradley asked for strawberries, so you'll get some of those. And some apples for snacking on and blackberries, if she has them. When you get there, there's a small child and her mother in front of you. The little girl looks at you and you crack a smile at her and wiggle your fingers in hello. She giggles before burying her face in her mother's leg.

Yeah, okay, so a few things can crack your exterior. Your cheery, handsome aviator boyfriend and cute kids. And dogs, obviously.

The mom and kid leave and it's your turn. "Hi, honey!" the vendor says.

"Hi, Thalia," you say. Bradley comes here almost every week and when you tag along you love to visit this woman especially and her colorful piles of fruit.

"What's it for you today?" she says. Before you can answer, she holds up her hand. "Wait, I forgot!" She bends down under her stall table and reemerges with the most perfect carton of raspberries you've ever seen. You gasp softly. This is the first time she's had them all summer.

"Those are gorgeous," you say. She grins.

"That tall boyfriend of yours came by last week and I didn't have any yet." She chuckles at the memory. "He looked downright heartbroken and asked me to save some for you special once I picked 'em. So here we are! First and only carton before we bring a full load next week."

You gently take the berries from her and find that words won't come. "Oh," you say softly, looking down at them in your hands. "Thank you."

"Not a problem, dear," Thalia says softly. "Anything else for you?" You snap out of it and smile at her, rattling off your list. She bags up your things into your tote after you pay and you carry them over your shoulder while cradling the carton in your hands like precious cargo. Because it is.

The market is a little more crowded as you scan the veg stalls for Bradley. He does things like this -- the berries -- all the time, really. He looks out for you, makes sure your water bottle has ice in it, buys you more shampoo when he notices you're low, resets the car seat when he knows you'll be driving. You know that he likes taking care of you, that it makes him feel useful and like he's loving you properly, but you wonder if maybe you don't show him the same courtesy.

You know you can be sullen, you can be quiet, you can be prickly. It's not proved too much for him thus far and you're sure it won't drive him away, but you worry that he just doesn't know that he deserves to be loved with the same care and concern that he loves you. He deserves someone who makes sure he has the very first carton of the season of his favorite fruit.

You spot him standing by the kombucha stand and admire him as you walk over, tossing out the empty iced tea cup as you go. Highlighted hair, golden skin, tote bag of veg over his broad shoulders. He's so beautiful and he's yours. You love him, you really do. Right before you call his name he looks up and finds you, almost as if he felt you coming. He breaks into a smile so genuine you can't help but return it.

"Hi, gorgeous," he says, loudly. Beautiful, gorgeous. Bradley is always calling you something that makes your cheeks heat and your stomach swoop. You duck your head and step close to him. "Oh, hell yeah, the raspberries! Are they alright?"

"They're perfect," you tell him. You're perfect. "Thank you."

"Good," he says, like you being pleased by some raspberries is the best thing he's heard today. "Ready for breakfast?" You nod and he grabs your free hand and you head out of the market and down the street.

"Bradley," you say quietly, once you're clear of the stands. It's your serious tone and he picks up on it right away, giving your hand a squeeze.

"You okay?"

You hum. You are, but you need to get this out. "It was really nice of you to ask Thalia for these," you say, looking at your raspberries. "And I...I feel like I don't do things for you like that. And I wanted to say I'm sorry and that I'm going to try to do more because --"

"Woah, woah, woah," Bradley says, tugging you to a stop and making sure you're facing each other. "What's all this?" His brows are creased in concern, the furrow between them annoyingly adorable.

You take a deep breath and keep your eyes on his, determined. You want to be sure he hears this because you mean it.

"I know that I'm...prickly. And you're like the sun, Bradley." He looks like he wants to say something but you keep going before he can interrupt. "And you do nice things for me all the time and I know it's because you love me but also because it's just how you love, and because you're good. And I just want to do more to make sure you know that I love you and that you deserve to be treated like you're...like you're the best person in the world because you are."

His eyes get wider and wider as you speak, his lips parting. Yeah, maybe this is a little intense for like, 8:30 in the morning, but you two are honest with each other. It's how you got this far.

"Sweetheart," he says. "Baby, god, I--" He cups your face with one hand, eyes darting back and forth between yours. "But you do."

It's your turn to furrow your brows. What does he mean?

"You iron my uniform and you make sure I get dinner with Maverick every few weeks and you put gas in the Bronco and you stay up late to call me when I'm halfway across the world and you never let me forget my watch and you tell me you love me and that I'm brave and..." Bradley trails off and his thumb gently strokes your cheek. He starts again, quieter this time. "You're quiet in the mornings but you don't mind when I whistle and you're grumpy when it's too hot but you go outside with me anyway and you let me do the talking because I can't shut up and you only smile when you mean it and you're you. You do love me like that. You do."

Good god, you're blinking away tears at his words. "Okay," you say. "I guess we...I guess we love each other alright." Maybe it's just hard to see yourself the way he sees you. Maybe he finds it hard to see himself the way you see him. Maybe this is just how it is -- you have to remind each other you're doing your best.

Bradley leans in and presses his lips to your forehead. "You fucking bet we do," he whispers.

"Don't crush my berries," you say, eyes fluttering closed. He shifts and you feel his breath on your lips.

"I'd never."

And then he kisses you on the empty boardwalk on another gorgeous morning in your lovely, wonderful life.

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Can't Take You Seriously

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AN: I saw a tweet about this and just had to do it lol

Synopsis: You are trying to have a serious conversation with your husband, but can't figure out why he's so distracted

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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“Baby! Are you even listening to me?!” You exclaimed as you looked at your husband who seemed like he was focused on everything else but you.

“Of course I am!” Jack replied to you as you were standing in front of him.

“Then what did I just say?!”

“Umm, I forgot to do something that you asked.”

“And I asked you to do it last week! If I knew that this was going to take this long, I would have done it myself. You’ve been home for three weeks now from tour. I let you relax a little bit and take a moment for yourself, but did you suddenly forget that you’re a husband and a father too?”

“I’m not trying to argue with you, babe. Of course I didn’t forget!”

“Then why are we having this conversation for the third time this week? I’m about to drop you off on Maggie’s doorstep but now that she’s gotten rid of you, she probably doesn’t want you back.” You complained while crossing your arms and Jack still had that weird look on his face and didn’t even bother responding to your previous statement. 

“Jackman! What has you so distracted? Because you are literally hardly paying attention to anything that I’m saying. I could use a little more help here and I don’t know how many times that I have to say it. You decided to get me pregnant, did you not?”

All you felt was Jack move your wig that you were wearing slightly to the left, taking you aback and you were now the one looking confused.

“I literally cannot take you seriously while you’re yelling at me and your wig is crooked. Now it’s not, so we can continue.” Jack muttered while smoothing out the top and you were just looking at him in disbelief.

“Look, as much money as I spend on buying them for you, I need to make sure we’re getting my money’s worth and you’re wearing them right. Now, as you were saying?”

All you did was roll your eyes and Jack noticed that you now had a pout on your face.

“If you rolled your eyes at me any harder just now, they would have gotten stuck. So, now you’re quiet and don’t have anything to say?”

“You get on my last nerve.” You replied as you were trying your hardest not to laugh.

“I can’t have my wife out here looking like I don’t love her and take care of her! Can you imagine the headlines? And then he who shall not be named will take that as an opportunity to slide right in and take my place.”

“Not with him wearing those inspector gadget looking outfits.”

“I-... we’re going to leave that one alone.”

“But seriously, baby can you please go do what I asked?” You said as Jack pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead.

“Yes, babe. I’m going right now and I’m sorry that I’ve just been in a mood lately. Being a husband and a parent doesn’t stop and I promise that I’m good now. Was just overwhelmed for a minute.”

“And you didn’t tell me this because? What did I tell you about that?”

“I know and I have no excuse. Thank you for always being here for me when I need you.”

“Always and forever.”

“And I’m always going to be here for you especially when your wig needs to be fixed.”

You pulled away from Jack to look up at him and gave him a blank stare.

“What?”

“I should have returned you with the receipt when I had the chance.” You muttered and Jack rolled his eyes.

“If the receipt you’re talking about is our marriage license, keep in mind that you were the one who got drunk and proceeded to almost set it on fire and would have if I didn’t throw you over my shoulder and Dani grabbed it from you.”

“Hmm, she was useful for some things I guess, but I don’t recall.”

“I guess not since the next morning you didn’t remember a single thing that happened, but it’s okay. I love my wife and her crooked wigs and all.” Jack leaned down to kiss the tip of your nose and you were trying to get away from him. 

“Jackman?”

“Uh oh. Government name was used.”

“Use your hand for a week.”

“That’s how you’re going to treat me after these hands fixed your wig for you? They can make you cum too if you let me.”

“JACKMAN THOMAS, CUT IT OUT!”

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Okay here's my headcanons of which Bugsnax characters actually know the Journalist's name. I'm also headcanoning that Lizbert mentioned their name when she told the others she wanted to invite them, and that they tend not to give their name unless prompted. They're a journalist, is that not enough?! (They may also have some personal identity issues)

REMEMBERED THEIR NAME

Lizbert: Knows their name and maybe also their address.

Beffica: Knew their name because she's read all their articles. Pretended not to know at first as part of her facade of detachment, which is why she said "You're that journalist!" when first meeting them.

Clumby: Presumably knows them as something more specific than "obsessed monster hunter who made me have to work late."

Chandlo: Remembered because he is definitely the kind of friendly and outgoing person who can remember anyone's name after hearing it once.

Wiggle: Makes a point of remembering journalist's names. Tends to unconsciously assume that any media person is there mostly for her, so she wants to make a good impression.

Snorpy: Remembered in order to look into them and figure out if they were the heroic truth-seeker kind of journalist or the villainous sensationalist kind. Liked what he found, but still suspected they were a Grumpinati impersonator when first meeting them.

Floofty: Remembers their name, but refuses to use it out of spite.

DID NOT REMEMBER THEIR NAME

Gramble: Forgot their name, and either asked them when they met, or asked Wiggle.

Triffany: Terrible with names, apologised and asked them for it when they met.

Cromdo: Told himself he'd remember their name in case they did show up and he had the chance to sell them something, then totally forgot. Asked them what it was when they met, and immediately did the "[diminutive], can I call you [diminutive]?" thing. The Journalist said "Sure," because they didn't really care.

Eggabell: Didn't pay much attention to what Lizbert said about them, since she didn't think they'd take the invitation. Despite having quite a bit of interaction with them and worrying about their health, didn't realise she didn't know what to call them until halfway through her "I just need Filbo and... Filbo's... buddy." line.

Shelda: Tried to remember their name so she could address them by it before they introduced themself, and impress them with her mystical knowledge, but got distracted by everything else that was happening and forgot. Got away with it for a while because of her tendency to refer to people with descriptions when overacting, but exposed herself when she said "Floofty, did you ask the journalist to throw acid at you?" The Journalist made fun of her for keeping up the charade for so long, so she reminded them that Floofty had asked them to throw acid at them, and they'd done it.

Wambus: Took a little while to realise that he couldn't get away with just calling them Stranger forever, and then was too stubborn to admit defeat and ask. The Journalist specifically suggested he use their name after his "I been calling you stranger, but you been around a while" chat, but he still refused to ask what it was, or admit that he didn't already know. Eventually heard Triffany refer to them by name, but she had to do it a few times before he decided that he knew it now.

Filbo: Forget immediately after being told, and also forgot to ask when they met. Didn't realise they probably had a name until after they'd interviewed him, and didn't want to ask out of awkwardness. Hoped they or one of the others would mention it, but coincidentally, nobody ever did, at least in an unambiguous way. Eventually asked them while they were heading back to the mainland, but continues to call them Buddy anyway.

Jamfoot: Clumby told him their name when she let him know that they were also going to Snaktooth Island, and he forgot their entire existence immediately. Was confused when Clumby mentioned them by name after they returned alive, even after she clarified that they were her ex-employee who went to Snaktooth Island.

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Fangs and Claws pt 2

-long awaited (my bad), fluff, angst, fantasy world, vampires, werewolves, elves, ect ect... some enemies to lovers 🤭🤭🤭

: being sworn enemies really does cause some tension, could this said tension turn romantic??

Part One

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werewolf!momo x vampire!sana x gn!elf!reader

Living with both Momo and Sana has proven to be very challenging. Their species is at war, but it also appears that they are fighting a little one among themselves. Your furniture was too small for them; your sofas and chairs had them virtually squatting, and you were giggling inside every time one of them forgot to duck their heads under a doorway and hit their forehead. 

But then again, they're enemies, so... Here you are sitting in between them with your arms crossed as the two girls wedge themselves closer to the couch’s arms, glaring at one another over your head. 

“You guys can’t act like this forever,” you huff, eyeing the two, “make some conversation, get to know one another or something”. You look between them and see them look away from one another, Sana with a soft “hmph” and Momo with an annoyed scoff. You groan and leave the room, probably to go dust your room off, again. 

Sana looks over at Momo, still looking away. She fiddles with her fingers slightly before hesitantly opening her mouth, “h–” 

“don’t talk to me.”

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Not to mention they make anything—literally everything a competition. 

Here, Y/N, let me get that for you.” Momo offers to move your chair back for you, before pushing it forward after you get comfortable, picking up the napkin before carefully tying it around your neck, and ruffling your hair as you whine, batting her hand away.  Momo grinned triumphantly and moved to take a seat on her side of the table. Sana huffs at the interaction, jealousy coursing through her.

“Hey Y/N, let me fill up your plate.” Sana takes your plate and begins to fill it up with mashed potatoes, with a side of coleslaw, placing a nicely sliced piece of bread next to it. You thank them both with a blush, saying that they didn’t have to and that you’re more than capable of doing it yourself. Momo, of course, glares straight at the smug vampire. 

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Momo and Sana found out very early on that you loved to clean. May it be washing your sheets, dusting the house, trimming the bushes, or sweeping the path leading to your front door, you loved to keep things neat and tidy. Today was one of those ‘cleaning’ days that you’d have often, and of course the two beasts were quick to offer help. You were in your room while you asked Sana to be in charge of the living room and Momo of the kitchen. 

Sana saw Momo wiping down the cups, but she purposefully skips your favorite one, with reason of course, it was made of silver. All vampire weapons were made of silver because it was the most effective against werewolves. Sana whistles over to the kitchen as an idea arises in her mind. 

“What are you doing here?” Momo aggressively asks, glaring at Sana. 

Sana shrugs, a smirk on her face. “Am I not allowed to be in the kitchen? Just wanna see what you’re doing.” Her eyes trail to your favorite silver cup. Momo catches her eye. 

“Don’t you dare!” Momo tries to stop her, but it’s too late. 

“Oops!” And Sana bumps onto the counter, knocking the cup over the edge, and Momo leaps, her arms reaching to catch the cup. And she’s successful; the cup falls into her hands, and she bites her lips to hold back a whimper. She carefully sets the cup down on the floor and races towards the sink, placing her hands under the cold water. You come out of the room with a little maid’s apron tied around your waist and a cleaning cloth in your hand, asking about the sound, when you notice Momo holding back tears. 

“Oh Momo,” You softly call for her, walking up to her to graze your hand over the burn before pulling back after seeing her wince, an obvious pout on her lips. “What happened?” 

“Your cup fell,” Momo uttered, pointing at your cup lying on the ground with not a single scratch on it. You sigh, understanding what happened. 

“Awww, Momo, I don’t care about the cup; you didn’t have to hurt yourself for that. Come come. Let's put some ointment on it and wrap it up. Sana, would you be a dear and finish up for Momo?” You softly usher her towards your room. Momo looks at Sana, sticking her tongue out with a smug look on her face, as Sana stares in shock. But as her eyes flicker down to Momo’s hand, she feels a twinge of guilt before brushing it away and picking up a cloth to finish wiping down the cups. 

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And this one time, the three of you were outside, tending to your crops, which were safely secured inside a sturdy new fence both Momo and Sana had built for you. Sana and Momo, as per your request, were shortening some of the long grass that grew alongside your walls. You found them to be too tall and wanted them to be short enough to make it seem your cottage was neat and proper on the outside just as much as it was inside. Momo still had a bandage on her hand from the events of the day before, and she was filled with resentment. 

This could be her chance to get back at Sana, and she wouldn’t dare miss it. Sana was behind your cottage; the shade casted on her to protect her from the sun. She is a vampire, after all; she wouldn’t want to burn. But Momo wanted Sana to feel the same pain she felt, so she came up with a quick game plan. 

She remembers when Sana saw a spider crawling on your bathroom wall; the screech she let out still makes her laugh internally at her enemy's misery. She looks around and notices a beetle crawling on a leaf. She smirks before picking the small creature up. “perfect”, she mumbles to herself. 

“Ohh, Sana, you won’t believe what I found.” Momo walks up to Sana with a smug look, her hands hiding behind her back. 

“What is it, mutt?” Sana scoffed, setting down her pliers and walking over. Momo took the chance to throw the beetle at Sana; her face paled as the tiny beetle landed on her shoulder. She screeched, jumping away and slapping her shoulder before tripping over the same set of pliers she’d tossed onto the ground. She fell to the ground with a thud, and a bit of her face escaped the shade and became exposed to the sun. She yelped at the burning sensation, and you quickly came running, asking what happened. 

“Oh no, Sana!” You sit her up against the shade, and Momo holds back her snickers as Sana throws her a hard glare, holding onto her head. 

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“Okay, you two need to be careful; humans visit all the time, so act like one, and don’t do anything suspicious.” You talk about the market in town; every season, vendors from all over come over to sell their goods in the middle of town square, humans and elves alike, ranging from homemade fresh fruits and baked sweets to trinkets and fancy clothes from vast adventurers. 

You gave both of them cloaks. Sana was definitely allergic to the sun; the bandage on her cheek was a clear sign, and wearing her armor would definitely reveal that she is, in fact, not a human. Momo’s amber eyes were a dead give away that she was a werewolf, and her stature... no human would be able to compete. 

“By the way, town is like 5 miles from here. Any questions?” You look at the cloaked figures standing stiffly behind you. Both of them holding onto the handle of a large wooden wheelbarrow, “okay then, let’s get going!” You begin a brisk walk ahead of them as the two stumble behind you. 

The town was bustling with life, creatures other than elves and humans roamed the streets. Creatures that Momo and Sana had never seen before like fairies, gnomes, wizards, and even a cyclops. They were astonished. Following you like lost puppies, you went from one stand to another, conversing with the sellers and buying food and little trinkets you found fascinating. Many suspicious looks were thrown at the two, but you worked it out by coming up with quick distractions. 

As you make your way to one particular stand, the owner jumps for joy at the sight of you, saying, “Oh little Y/N! How have you been?” You’re brought into a hug by an elderly elf, “Never better, how have you been, Aunt Becky?” 

The lady chuckles, “Oh, the same old life with the same old husband! Frank still likes to nag at every living thing that breathes in his direction!”, the woman scoffs, but her eyes catch the two mysterious figures behind you. “who are these two?” You stiffen at the question, “Uhhh, they're some human friends, yeah! They’re a little shy” You whisper the little bit at the end, Aunt Becky nods, suspiciously eyeing the two, before moving behind her stand. 

“So I’ve got something just for you, little elf!” Your eyes light up, as you watch the older elf take out a box, “is it what I think it is?!” You practically squeal, clapping your hands in excitement. Sana and Momo tilt their heads to get a better view, wondering what it is that’s making you so excited? The box is opened, and you gasp, “oh my gosh, it’s a fully griffin feathered duster!” You pick it up and look at the duster in awe, “how much? I’ll get it now!” You run your hands through the tough feathers sighing at the feeling. Momo and Sana stand there shocked, they were expecting something else, not sure what but definitely something else. 

“It’ll be three hundred silver coins.” Your jaw drops. 

“What? No way! The-three hundred? C-c’mon Aunt Becky could you throw in a discount? I don't have that much!” The gray-haired elf shook her head, 

“Sorry Y/N, I need to make a living! Giving out discounts won’t help me pay for food. Plus these are real griffin feathers we’re talkin’ ‘bout here! Three hundred is pretty cheap if you ask me!” You frown nodding, “maybe next time then” You sound defeated as you turn away, “let’s go to the tailor’s stand guys” 

You needed the money to buy the two clothes but before you could step away Sana drops a tiny leather pouch onto the stand and Momo picks up the box. Sana takes your hand as Momo carefully sets the box into the wheelbarrow. Aunt Becky raises an eyebrow and opens the pouch and out spews coins not silver coins, but coins made of pure gold. And your jaw drops once again, “Where did you two…?” You were at a loss for words, as Sana holds your hand and walks towards the tailor’s stand that had been passed earlier, Momo scoffs as she watches you walk away with Sana, she tugs at the wheelbarrow, mumbling a quick “keep the change” before trudging forward to catch up with you two. 

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You guys were loading everything onto the wheelbarrow and you were still surprised at how rich they are, “Where did you guys get the money? I mean gold coins! Gold! Coins! Those things are an elf’s dream! Like are you two actually secretly super rich? Man, gold coins are so coo-” 

“And up we go” You gasp when Momo suddenly lifts you up and sets you into the wheelbarrow right on top of one of the bigger quilts you got for them. 

“You sit there and be cute and ramble about cute stuff till we get back home” Sana ruffled your hair and gently tugs at your ear before going to the front with Momo.

“Uh- okay then!” And you continue to blabber about how cool Sana and Momo looked, and then proceeded to talk about your new one of a kind duster and how you love it so much and that you’re going to use it every single day. But the blabbering comes to a stop not even half way back to your little cottage. 

The sudden silence causes Sana to turn around to check on you, she finds you fast asleep, napping on the same quilt you were set on, hugging your griffin-feather duster. She chuckles a bit before turning her head back to the front, “asleep…” she murmurs, Momo hums.

“Should we take a break?” Momo looks over at Sana confused, she then scowls, “do you think I’m tired? Because I’m not” 

“No, no, not at all” Sana shakes her head, “Just wanted to take a break, you up for it?” 

Momo looks into Sana’s eyes, they didn’t hold any bad intention, her scowl twitches before she looks away with a huff, “...fine” 

The gentle breeze swept across her hair as Sana closed her eyes and leaned against the large boulder, a sigh leaving her lips.

“It’s peaceful here” Momo who’s sitting on top of the boulder tilts her head confused, “what I mean is…” Sana looks up at Momo with a soft smile, 

“There’s no violence here. No blood shed, no war. I’m not paranoid about turning death’s corner here every second of every day. Don’t you agree?” 

Momo clenches her fists, “I don’t want to go back… I don’t want to leave them” Her confession, although not a direct answer was enough and had Sana smiling. 

“Me too” 

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“Let’s set everything up tomorrow, the sun is beginning to set'' You yawn after the three of you unload everything onto your couch—not after you wipe everything down before bringing them inside. The two find you cute as you stretch and rub at the tiredness in your eyes. 

“That’s a good idea, sweets. You look like you’re about to fall asleep any minute” Sana rests her hand on her shoulder. Momo rests her hand on your lower back, looking down at you, “we’ll set up the bed, why don’t you go shower?”

You’re confused as to why neither of them tried to rip the other’s arm off you, but you’re too tired to question it. 

The sound of running water is the only thing breaking the silence as Momo and Sana set up the normal sleeping arrangements, you sleep on the bed, only because the two feel nervous about breaking it. Both of them sleep on the floor, they layer some extra comforters and duvets you had laying around. You feel guilty always saying that their backs will ache in the morning because it’s not good for them, but they disagree. Momo finds your duvets much softer than the ones back in the barracks, and Sana can get lost in your scent after she switches pillows with you every other night before you could wash them. These nights with you have given them the best sleep of their lives, but that was after they learned not to be paranoid each night thinking the other was going to slice their throat in their sleep. 

Sana yawns once she does her signature switch of the pillows, smelling your pillow and sighing. Momo notices the tiredness in Sana’s eyes, “I’ll shower after you” Sana perks up at the offer, “wait really! That’s a first, am I growing on you puppy?” Sana teases, a soft blush forms on Momo’s cheeks as she looks away, “just hop in the shower creep, you stink” Sana chuckles walking past you, into the bathroom you just came out of. 

“Oh my Momo! Your face is red! Are you feeling okay? Are you sick? Gosh, you look misera-” 

“I- I’m fine!” 

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Momo lets out a yawn before she tucks herself in. You were peacefully asleep on your bed, still hugging that expensive duster like your life depended on it. Her hair slightly damp as she adjusts her position, she turns but her breath hitches once she comes face to face with a sleeping Sana. The way the moonlight shines on her face, her pale skin almost sparkling. Her hair laid out so gracefully, her eyes trailing from Sana’s lips to her nose, her cheeks, stopping at the bandage hiding the burnt skin that existed underneath. For some reason, her heart churns, not with satisfaction but with guilt. 

She raises her hands up, her fingers gently grazing the spot. The longer she stares, the more the guilt begins to drown her. Her fingers trail with her eyes, from Sana’s bandage to her cheeks, her nose, and then to her lips. Then her hand is held by another, and Momo looks up and notices Sana’s red eyes staring right into hers, a smirk curling. It’s a blur for Momo, and she’s confused. She doesn’t know why she likes it, but she does. She likes the way Sana pushes her onto her back, how Sana straddles her, how Sana leans in, and how her breath fans against her ear. 

"Momo,” Sana teases, “have you perhaps… taken a liking to me?” She smirks down at the werewolf, trailing her hands against her neck. Momo can feel her heartbeat, swallowing nothing before mumbling, “and... if I have?” 

Sana smirks and bites her ear, Momo’s breath hitching, “then I’d know you feel the same.” Another blur, and Momo feels nibbles and kisses trail her face and down to her neck, but just as fast as they came, they disappeared. A sudden sound of something falling is heard from one side of the room—your side. Your prized duster lay on the floor as you looked at the two, gawking at what you just witnessed. 

“No way. Am I- Am I dreaming?” You mumbled, a deep red blush covered your face and ran up to your ears and down your neck. Momo and Sana look at one another, slightly surprised, before smirking. 

“Oh darling, we’ll make you feel like your dreaming, c’mere” 

#twice x reader #twice imagines #twice drabbles #momo x reader #momo imagines #sana x reader #sana imagines #twice #twice imagine #sana x momo

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

why do you dislike michie? /genuinely curious

cracks my knuckles. I'm so glad you asked, dear anon!

First and foremost, I want to say that I'm big on "do what you want forever" when it comes to fandom, even if I hate a certain ship. Just because I post about hating something (because it's my opinion and I can also do what I want forever), doesn't mean I'm gonna police or attack people who love it. I have like 4 or 5 mutuals who like michie! I'm completely fine with others liking it, it's just not my thing and since you asked, I'm gonna tell you why.

Hello! If you're going through the npmd tag and reblogging this post, please reblog the version with the readmore. I meant to put one here the first time and apparently forgot! I'm sorry.

I've tagged this post with "anti michie" for tag blocking purposes.

I don't understand it at all. Max is a vicious, vicious bully, who terrorizes Richie and his friends for literally no fucking reason. He's constantly on a power trip and he enjoys it, and no matter what his home life is like, I don't think that justifies his actions. It doesn't justify his actions. The entire school lives in fear of him, the entire school has physically or emotionally felt his wrath, even his so called "friends", Kyle and Jason. Hell, Richie says he used to not be able to even open his locker out of fear. If Max hadn't died, and if he had genuinely worked on himself, the absolute MOST I could see between him and Richie is a shaky acquaintanceship. I don't think anyone would want ANYTHING to do with him for a very long time, once they knew it was safe to not suck up to him.

I don't understand how people can watch the Nerdy Prudes Must Die song and scene and think it's mutual-love relationship material. Richie's death is genuinely haunting, even only the parts we see of it. Richie is sobbing, begging for his life, and Max taunts him, and you think that's fluffy? And reminder - we don't actually see Richie's real death. We see Max about to strike and laugh maniacally before the lights go black, but at the beginning Bailey says Richie was purple-nurpled and swirlied to death. At the beginning and in Richie's death scene, we hear Max calling out for him, toying with him like predator and prey.

A lot of people make ghost Max out to be nothing that he is in canon, a lot of people make him a goofy guy who is just mildly annoyed by Richie's and Ruth's ghosts. And while canon Max has his funny and silly moments, it's important to remember his actual character and what he represents - a figurative and literal monster. In fanon, people erase all of Max's bad traits, which is what his entire character is meant to be. He's not some dumb himbo, he's a bully. He's meant to represent a real thing that hurts and even kills real people. It's a disservice to take that from him.

I've seen certain Michie works put emphasis on Richie being the one to forgive Max, and not Max taking the long road to work on himself, when in reality it is NEVER on the victim to forgive their abuser. Even if Max works on himself and redeems himself to the best of his ability, even if he gives Richie the most sincere apology in the multiverse, Richie does not have to forgive him. He does not owe him that. And I don't think Richie would forgive him, at least not for a long, long time.

And also, if you want to ship Richie with someone who needs a little redemption, Jason Jepson is right there, and it's a way more probable ship than Michie ever has the capacity of being.

#but again this is just my opinion #do what you want forever #also like. richie is one of the most excited to give max what he deserves with the plan #and you're telling me richie 'mission accomplished?' lipschitz would like max? really? #npmd #bird likes to perch on the mailbox #anti michie #richie lipschitz #max jagerman

[luvring]

I saw "suggestion for cove" i ran here asap. So hear me out hear me out.... In game you only hear about mc and Cove going to school between the steps so i would love to see if you have any headcanon about the two of them hanging school life ( from step 1 age to step 3, you choose what age )

— cove school life hcs

thank you. Thank You. i miss him. like i could just replay the game he's Right There but I Miss Him. i'm saur sorry if any of this doesn't match canon I haven't played in so long. also sorry if my experience doesn't match urs. um. i tried to pick universal experiences

the both of you stay up the night schedules come out to make sure you have classes together. there's quiet celebrations when you match up and groans where you don't

you share anything and everything that happened during your time apart on your way home ! cove has never had your math teacher in his life but from the sheer amount of stories you've shared he hopes he never sets foot in that class

BOOK FAIRS! if you really wanted something he'd offer to help pay for it. he might have gotten one of the cool pens or eraser or something

you're always field trip buddies. you sit on the bus together, you walk around together, it is simply law!

oh my god assemblies where the teachers got seats and the kids didn't. he turns to you and whispers about how unfair it is every year. you agree obviously

THE SCHOOL CHRISTMAS PLAYS ☹️ thinking about little cove singing. help. the songs get stuck in your head after music class so they get stuck in His and

little school valentine's where the both of you get each other the cards/candies they sell. platonic or not—personally i love doing it w friends

god. you know he's going to bee line towards you during group projects. why wouldn't he! he knows how you work, you know how he works, it's perfect like It's Perfect

doodle on his notebook doodle on his notebook do

there's a page where the both of you talk in the back of your notes that's a complete mess but it's lovely

asks you for help on what to say during introductions/ice breaker activities. what he says changes over time of course but he's been using the same base for years atp

school dances might be a bit hectic for him but if you wanted to go he'd definitely try his best . just give him some time and don't pull him into the middle of it all please

depends on if cove was athletic or studious but um. cove protecting you during dodgeball! let's think about this (said by girl who despised every version of dodgeball.)

you know he loved the swimming unit for p.e. like he'd actually be excited to come to school

the Dance unit. every time he'd switch over to being your partner you could see him relax

would Absolutely do the thing where you stand in line in a way so you get put on the same teams. every time the teacher would pull a quick one and you'd be on different teams he'd either sneak onto yours or be very upset.

if the class had an assigned seating chart he'd be very tense walking in before seeing the board. he denies it but you're either going to see him pout or grin at the results so

i don't know how they got to school but If it was a vehicle,, car or bus,, just imagining you dozing off and cove scooting over so you can rest your head on his shoulder ☹️

(the first time he saw you rest against the window he started panicking because of how bumpy the road was and now it's stuck in his mind forever)

walking is still quite lovely though. holding hands on the way to school...please.

you and cove will always wait for each other any day you finish earlier than the other

if you ever forgot your lunch cove is immediately splitting his in half

he'd help you study for your classes even if he wasn't taking them. hand him a quizlet/flashcards/your study guide and you're all set!!

y'know how they'd force you to go outside for recess even if it was cold as shit. i feel like cove tried to hide in the washroom at least Once. he could probably get away with it a few times before getting caught

i think it's up to you what it is but like, having something you do after exams to celebrate and relax. i'm not saying cove uses this as motivation but you know.

and if you ever did particularly bad on one cove would be upset with you because ?? he knows how hard you tried and just wants to cheer you up. always reminds you that you did your best and there's always next time.

gives you a Look when you tell him you stayed up or weren't taking care of yourself. will do everything in his power to help you

depending on what clubs you joined, he'd try to tag along. especially if it was a more chill one and not like, a dance club (😔)

^ though if you were in any kind of performance cove would make sure he could come. smiles to himself when you get on stage like Ok That's Awesome For Me

in my mind if you're dating,, you are The prom couple. even if you aren't voted in, it doesn't take a lot to notice the sea green haired boy and his s/o who he has a soft spot for. come on. there's at least 2 friend groups discussing how you'd win (i have no idea how prom works btw)

you know at the end of elementary + jr. high + high school there'd be those parties or graduation. people, fairly, get upset about leaving their friends. but cove without fail looks at you and is always always grateful for the fact he knows he won't lose you

i don't know the last time i used this taglist If Ever. pls tell me if ur not supposed to be on it omg. | @lordbugs @xfangirl-trashx @fifteenshadesofpinkk @lotus-sukimono @bakugosgrenade @vhenis

#cove holden #cove holden x reader #our life #ol:ba #our life beginnings & always

[ask-serendipity-sky]

Sunday Full of Jikook Results

Hello everyone. The results from the fine Jikook frenzy are in!

I was cracking up the day I was making the polls, even my mother saw me and she was like "Why are you smiling?" Just Jikook things (also, I probably have lost my mind).

Here are the plain results, but let's extrapolate the data and talk about it:

♡Ok, so about 61% of you don't think that it was love at first sight for our Jimin and Jungkook.

But one of the comments stated this beautifully:

You all still think they were destined for each other? A lá Serendipity, right?

♡About 63% of you think that a young Chim started crushing on the "shy" maknae first.

One of the voters had something to say:

Lol Jungkook managed to trick us all. Acting shy in front of the camera but crushing on Jimin the whole time.

Something to think about...either way, Jimin never stood a chance. Jk was it for him. And Jimin was it for Jk.

♡55% of you think that Jungkook was the first to say "Take my hand now. You are the cause of my Euphoriaaaaaa" to Jimin!

Could be. Young Jk was bold as well.

♡The first kiss! This was one is a little too close to have a definite winner. It is equalish, about 38%. So it could be either according to us!

But some think that it was something that just happened naturally. Well, either way, they both remember it fondly:

♡The vote is kinda split but according to the poll, the member who was the most shocked when they found out about Jikook was....Jin!

(Actual footage of Jin being scarred for life.)

♡The most supportive member award goes to: Hobi with 88% of votes.

All hail the Jikook Club President Mr. Hobi!!!

Some may think that this question was too easy but I honestly think the most supportive was Suga. Hear me out! Suga is older, wiser, with more experience, and has always been supportive of Jimin. Hobi was still a baby too so for me, I think Suga was more like their guide and Hobi their cheerleader and partner in crime later on.

♡The majority, 34%, of you think that Jikook started being exclusive in 2017. This one was hard because Jikook has been Jikooking since the dawn of time...

But 2017 gave us this masterpiece:

(I will never get over gcfTokyo as long as I live and will reference it every chance I get)

♡You all are ruthless. 81! 81! 81% of you think that Jungkook is the most romantic of the two. Seems like most of you forgot how sweet our Mochi is.

Some people disagree:

Let me remind you of Park Jimin, hopeless romantic:

/endrant lol

♡57% of you think that Jimin was the first to say I love you...

Wow. And you all say he is not the most romantic one!

I demand a revote!

♡Why is Jungkook whipped for Jimin? 40% of you think that it's because of Jimin's charms. I agree. He is charming, all right.

Oh, Jimin.

♡Why is Jimin whipped for Jungkook? 43% of you think that it's because of Jk's sweet emotional side.

He really does have a heart of gold.

♡52% of the votes think that Jimin was the first to promise to be together forever. That does sound like something he would do!

Promising to go with Jungkook to the moon.

Have you ever stopped to think what kind of conversation they were having that led to this promise? Sweet sweet Jikook.

♡41% of you think that Jimin takes the reins (and whips perhaps) once the door closes and Jk obliges. I personally think it's Jk but I won't fight you all on this one. We are all probably right lol

Jikook:

Hobi listening to the convo:

♡Ahhh and the fairytale ending for our Jikook.

The grand majority, 64%, think that Jk will be or was 👀 the one to ask THE question. Could be.

Someone posed a very important thought:

Very important!

And those are the results! So this is like a census, I feel lol Now we know where we are in some key issues from Jikookland.

Thank you all for participating! Until next time!

#jikook #kookmin #jikook polls

[light-of-the-two-trees]

So...what's the oath of Fëanor REALLY about?

So I've been thinking about the Oath of Fëanor (as one does), and there was something about it that struck me. As far as I've seen in popular fandom perception, the Oath is said to be about getting the Silmarils back. In most fics relating to the Oath I've read (and I've written some too), Fëanor and his sons are often released from the Oath once they've held the Silmarils (or whatever the workaround for this in that particular fic is). But the question I want to ask is: is the Oath actually about recovering the Silmarils? Because I don't think it is.

Let's deconstruct the Oath here (I'm taking the latest and most popular version, being the one from the Annals of Aman):

Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean, brood of Morgoth or bright Vala, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth [...]

Now this section is easy, because it just names all of the people whom the terms in the later sections of the Oath concern. Next one:

[...] neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread nor danger, not Doom itself, shall defend him from Fëanor and Fëanor's kin, whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh, finding keepeth or afar casteth a Silmaril [...]

This more or less says that if any of the people mentioned in the first section hide, hoard, take in hand, keep after finding, or cast afar a Silmaril, neither law nor love nor league of swords will defend them from Feanor and his kin (which is at this point his sons). Now the next part is where it gets interesting:

[...] This swear we all: Death we will deal him ere Day's ending, woe unto world's end! Our word hear thou, Eru Allfather! To the everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth. On the holy mountain hear in witness and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda!

Look carefully at what they're swearing. They're swearing to kill, and to make miserable until the end of the world, anyone who (to simplify it) handles a Silmaril in any way. They're not even excluding themselves from this if we go on phrasing alone.

What they're NOT doing, however, is claiming any right to the Silmarils, or swearing to reclaim them. Which means that the Oath, in its most popular version, isn't about getting the Silmarils back at all. It's about vengeance.

This changes so many things! There are huge implications! This is what changes when you look at the Oath as being about vengeance rather than recovery:

One: They've sworn vengeance on anyone who stole or handled a Silmaril in any way. Fëanor didn't actually exclude himself and his sons from the Oath — after all, are they themselves not Eldar, who are going to take in hand and finding keep the Silmaril? Which means that the Oath applies to them against each other too. Meaning that they've more or less forsworn their right to the Silmarils by swearing an Oath that was supposedly made to reclaim them. And had they actually acquired the Silmarils properly, they'd probably have fought and killed each other over them.

Two: Then comes the question of vengeance. Vengeance is needed to be taken to fulfil the Oath. Fëanor could not have known that anyone but Morgoth would steal or take the Silmarils (even if he forgot about himself and his sons taking it back in his state of extreme emotion). It makes sense to make Morgoth miserable forever and also kill him! And it does end up happening to him anyway, so that's great, but not everyone who ever possessed a Silmaril winds up dead and forever miserable! Which means that the Oath was (and never would be) fulfilled! Here's all the people who handled a Silmaril, and their fates:

Morgoth — he's in the Void, and everything he built is destroyed, so more or less dead and forever miserable. So this one was a success. BUT Fëanor and his sons didn't do this to him, so it might not count.

Beren and Lúthien — certainly they handled a Silmaril, but they were happy for the rest of their lives. They're dead, certainly, but they weren't miserable at all.

Thingol (and the dwarves who set his Silmaril in the Nauglamir) — the dwarves were dead and miserable (unfortunately, since their involvement was peripheral), but Thingol wasn't all that upset when he died (probably more surprised). Nor was he miserable after his first handling of the Silmaril. He's dead, but not very miserable. And of course he didn't die because of the Sons of Fëanor, so it probably doesn't count towards the Oath either.

Dior — he did die because of the Sons, but whether he had misery enough is debatable.

Eärendil and Elwing — now, both of them have a good case for being miserable forever. Neither of them got to know their sons, they had to flee their homes (twice!), and now they're more or less separated from each other. But they're most certainly not dead. So they don't count either.

And then there's Fëanor and his sons. Which brings me to —

Three: Fëanor and his sons were the only ones to fully experience the consequences of their Oath.

Think about it. They're all dead, and it was because of their own actions. Fëanor ran headfirst into a Balrog attack that killed him. Celegorm, Caranthir and Curufin died in the Kinslaying they started and participated in. The same for Amrod and Amras. (I think it was in the Quenta Noldorinwa that it said they were the ones who instigated the Third Kinslaying, but if not then they certainly participated in it. Or if you take crispy Amrod as canon, wanting to go home is what killed him specifically.) Maedhros chose to throw himself into a volcano (and was even taking in hand a Silmaril), and if Maglor (who cast afar his Silmaril) hasn't walked into the waves yet, he's certainly miserable. So are the others, because they're stuck in Mandos forever and guilty for almost too many things to count.

They're the only ones who actually felt the consequences of the Oath, not just as the Oathtakers but also as the ones named criminals by that Oath.

[other versions of the Oath discussed under the cut]

So where exactly does the idea that the Oath was about getting the Silmarils back (rather than getting revenge for their theft) actually come from?

Now, there were two other versions of the Oath in its full form that I managed to find after a bit of delving. The first is from 'The Flight of the Noldoli', and the first full version of the Oath that was written:

Be he friend or foe or foul offspring or Morgoth Bauglir, be he mortal dark that in after days on earth shall dwell, shall no law nor love nor league of Gods no might nor mercy, nor moveless fate, defend him for ever from the fierce vengeance of the sons of Fëanor, whoso seize or steal of finding keep the fair enchanted globes of crystal whose glory dies not, the Silmarils. We have sworn for ever!

Fairly basic and bare-bones, and the Oathtakers are very notably only Fëanor's sons, and not Fëanor himself. Here the word vengeance is even actually mentioned, but there's nothing about reclaiming the Silmarils, or about the Sons having a right to them. There's no mention of swearing to Eru or to the Valar either, interestingly.

The second version of the Oath is technically not the actual Oath, but instead the Oath as it was quoted by Celegorm to the assembled distressed Elves in Nargothrond in the Lay of Leithian. Here it is:

Be he friend or foe, or demon wild of Morgoth, Elf, or mortal child, or any that here on earth may dwell, no law, nor love, nor league of hell, no might of Gods, no binding spell, shall him defend from hatred fell of Fëanor's sons, whoso take or steal or finding keep a Silmaril. These we alone do claim by right, Our thrice enchanted jewels bright.

And THIS is the version that comes closest to the general idea of what we all think the Oath is about. Fëanor is still not mentioned as swearing the Oath (which makes it funny, because that means he no longer has the right to the jewels, unless creator's rights are held above everlasting Oaths in their validity), and there's no swearing to Eru or the Valar here either. But the Sons very much are claiming the Silmarils as theirs, and theirs alone. Which is why I'm growing very partial to this version of the Oath (even though it's possible Celegorm lied or twisted the words a bit). It's the closest to how the Oath presents itself (waking only when a Silmaril is near, and is focused on getting the Silmarils back) in the plot of the published Silmarillion, as well as to how we tend to see it.

It also makes Fëanor's status in the wider history of Middle-earth make more sense! He seems to be held separate (as Celebrimbor is!!!!!) from the crimes of the Sons of Fëanor, and many of his works, (including the Silmarils themselves, in addition to things like the Tengwar, the Palantíri, possibly the Elessar, and the many things that always get attributed to him because of course) are used and admired greatly. And in light of him not having sworn the Oath until far later into the development of the story (since the detail turns up (as far as I know) only in the Annals of Aman, written decades after the two Lays from which the previous versions come), him not being bound by it and having little part in his sons' later crimes fits in, as a remnant of a long-enduring past version of the story.

Anyway that's it lol (my respect to you if you read the whole thing <3)

#feanor #sons of feanor #oath of feanor #the silmarils #the silmarillion #silm #the history of middle earth #legendarium tag #meta #and it was not void #i don't know if i've just rambled or if i've said something that's actually been common knowledge this whole time #but here you go

[cocogrrrl]

play pretend

to what lengths will you let yourself have feelings for your best friend, kyle broflovski? (alternate version to passenger in the rain)

kyle broflovski x female!reader (best friends to lovers), kind of one-sided kenny x reader cw brooding (maybe unlikeable) yn, Kenny is as distraction wc: 2931

an: as per request of 💫 anon dearest <3 also some scenes in the other vers is used here as well

Sick, embarrassed, and ashamed. That’s what you feel.

You really shouldn’t be having feelings for your best friend, Kyle. Well, you could and you did, but god, did you hate it. You loathed, detested, and abhorred the feeling of falling in love with him—mainly because you hated dealing with your feelings.

It feels so embarrassing to be so head over heels for your best friend and try to cover it up as well. The “what-ifs” of what could and would happen if he found out freaked you out. Would he be cool about it? Probably not. It would be super awkward, and he’d try to play it off, but it’d be too much to bear, and you two would eventually stop being friends. That’s what you think would happen, at least.

Stupid feelings aren’t worth risking for worthwhile, maybe lifetime, happiness.

Then again, you enjoyed where you were right now—in Kyle’s bed beside him. He was completely knocked out, and his jaw was slightly agape, with the softest of snores filling the dead of the room. The sun gently shone on his face, causing him to look a lot warmer than he actually was—since his body temperature was normally cold even during the heat of the summer.

It felt almost saccharine, almost as if you were already together, if not for the fact that there was a barrier to what extent you could stay like this. Maybe you could just play pretend for a bit in moments like these. You sighed at the thought, lifting yourself from the sheets to go fix your bedhead appearance up.

When you got back after tidying yourself up, you were greeted with a disheveled-looking Kyle already awoken. He looked all groggy, with him rubbing his eyes while his poofy hair was flattened on one side. “Good morning…” He croaked out.

“Mornin’.” You tipped your head and smiled, leaning on the door frame. “You look like you slept well.”

“Sure did,” he yawned, stretching out. “What time is it?”

“I believe it is twelve-thirty PM.” You replied, checking the time of your phone. You were right. It was 12:37 PM.

“Shit, really?”

You nodded. “Why?

“I gotta pick up Ike from his friend’s place around two. He has this group project thing. Mom and Dad’s attending a friend’s wedding today, so they dropped him off earlier this morning.”

“You want someone to come along with you?” You hummed, checking your phone to see if you were busy today. To your delight, you weren’t. 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna worry your parents or anything.” 

“Nah,” you beamed, finding yourself smiling at his worry for your parents. Despite the fact that you two have known each other for nearly forever, therefore you two were always hanging out together, he still was always worried about your parents getting upset. “I’ll just tell them that I’ll be with you for a little bit more.” You added, texting them already.

“Alright, thanks. I’ll go get ready,” he said, grabbing some clothes as he headed to the door—where you were. “Wanna kill time and get coffee later? We still got a little over an hour before we pick Ike up.”

“Definitely.” You grinned. “Can I borrow a shirt, by the way? I forgot to bring some extra clothes. I only have pajamas. I’ll re-wear my pants.”

“Oh, sure, go ahead.” He nodded, already out of the room, but his back turned to seemingly tell you something. “By the way, you left your skirt last time you stayed here. Mom washed it, I’m pretty sure. It’s in my closet, separated from the rest of my clothes.”

“Ah, alright.” You nodded. “Thanks, Kyle.” 

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You and Kyle were currently lined up in the coffee shop, Tweek Bros. Coffeehouse, actually. You were near the front of the line. Kyle, behind you, was scrolling through his phone as you patiently waited for your turn.

On the way, Kyle insisted it would be his treat—which you fought strongly against. You were embarrassed that he’d pay for something rather small like coffee. You were embarrassed whenever he’d offer to pay for anything at all. Or do anything for you, as a matter of fact. You gave up, though, and he said it was his thank you for accompanying him.

“Next!” Your schoolmate, Tweek, called out. You ushered yourself to the front of the line, Kyle right beside you as you two stood in the front.

“Oh, hello, YN, Kyle.” He greeted, flinching. You and Kyle returned a simple nod and waved to him. “What can I—Ack!—get you today?”

“I’ll have one flat white, and I think Kyle’s order is a cortado, but half the milk and replaced by almond milk instead.” You hummed, leaning closer to him to whisper something. “Lactose intolerant.” You murmured to Tweek, pointing at the boy beside you.

Leaning back, you looked at Kyle for his approval. “Am I correct?” 

“First of all, the whole world doesn’t need to know I’m lactose,” he breathed out, rolling his eyes. “Second of all, I’m surprised you know my order.” He chuckled, handing you the money.

Embarrassment crept up on your cheeks. Why did you know Kyle’s order? I mean, yeah you like him, and you’re also his best friend, but that really doesn’t mean anything! …Right?

“Duh, you’re my friend!” You replied, handing Tweek the money—after which you and Kyle walked around the cafe to find a seat.

“Do you know Wendy, Marj, or even Bebe’s order?” He raised a brow.

“Of course! It’s, uh,” you paused, trying to recall the order. “Joke. I don’t think I know.”

“Yeah? So you somehow know my order?”

“Well, it’s because I spend my time with you the most. I’m bound to know your order.” You said, motioning to a table with two free seats by the window. You two sat down.

“Uhuh,” he replied sarcastically. “And you haven’t been following me around when I get coffee in the morning—”

“—Before 7:30, so there’s still extra time.” You both said at the same time.

“Yeah, actually, I think the reason why I know your order is because you’ve said it a good few times for me to remember it as a part of your morning schedule.”

“That would make sense, but I don’t think I’ve ever told you my morning schedule.”

“What?”

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A few days later, you’re in your bed. Not Kyle’s, but yours. The covers haven’t been changed in a while. You should probably get to that. However, the smell of sweet flowers in the spring, accompanied by an underlying muskiness to it, reminded you of Kyle. Mainly because that was the fragrance he wore pretty much all the time.

Playing pretend is fun sometimes.

It’s so annoying how everything reminded you of him, though. Every little thing was always connected back to him. No matter what it was. 

Oh, you wanna play some good ol’ tennis? Tennis is a sport, and Kyle plays basketball. You want to listen to rock? Well, actually, you just end up playing The Cure—Kyle’s favorite band. You’re going to the bakery to pick up some dessert? You immediately start to think of his mom’s wonderful Challah. Fuck.

Someone literally asked you out yesterday, and you denied it because you were saving a spot just in case Kyle would ask you out too. Maybe you should get back on them, though. Just so you could distract yourself from your current feelings. It wouldn’t hurt to try, right? Just as long as they don’t find out, you’ll be fine.

You grabbed your phone and scrolled through your contacts, checking for that one single name. Kenny McCormick.

Immediately, he picked up. “What’s up, pretty?”

“So, about that date—”

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It’s been about a week since your initial date with Kenny, which was the very day you called him, and it’s been fun, to be honest. Sure, you were by no means into him at all—not by a long shot—but it’s fun to pretend.

How was Kenny doing with it? By the looks of it, he was having a blast. You sure hope he did. You really didn’t wanna let him down or hurt him cause he really is a sweetheart. He’d walk you to class, leave sappy notes in your locker, and give you wet kisses on the cheek between passing periods. All the sweet things couples would do in high school movies, he definitely did.

What about Kyle and your feelings for him, though? The feelings definitely did not go away, first of all. In fact, they amplified. Every single romantic gesture Kenny made, you imagined Kyle doing it instead. That’s kind of how you’ve been getting through this anyway.

When Kyle learned about you and Kenny going out, he was definitely shocked, to say the least. You couldn’t blame him, though. Kenny used to be one of his closest friends during elementary and middle school. They did part ways though once high school hit because of a whole bunch of things, but that’s not the point.

You spent less time with Kyle now. While that did make you a little sad, you tried convincing yourself that it was for the better. You’ll learn to get over Kyle and love Kenny. Right?

“YN!” Kyle called out from the end of the hallway, running towards you. He seemed like he had something urgent to tell you. “There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“You could just message me, you know?” You smiled, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“You never check your texts.” He pouted, crossing his arms.

“I mean, neither do you.”

“At least I answer calls!” He raised his hands.  “Anyways, it’s been a while since you came over. Mom misses you.” He sighed.

“Thanks?” You nodded your head, not quite sure what he meant by that.

“I’m saying that you should come over.” He laughed. “Hopefully tonight?”

You wanted to say yes. You believe that you were about to say yes. Promise. Kenny snuck up behind you and wrapped his arm around you, though, holding you near him.

“Hey, mamas.” He yawned, the smell of pot strong on him. Not that it was something you cared about too much, it was just really noticeable that moment. “Are you still up for tonight?”

You looked back at Kyle with guilt nipping at the back of your throat, giving him a sad smile. “Yeah, sorry, Kyle. Maybe next time?”

“That’s fine! I’ll tell them. Thanks.” You nodded in reply as he walked off, the rejection clearly obvious—to you, at least. You heard him leave a huff out in the middle of the hallway.

Shit. Maybe this was a bad idea.

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Weeks passed, and you’re already broken up with Kenny. Honestly, neither of you took the breakup seriously. You were pretty sure Kenny knew he was going to be in a one-sided relationship with you. You were sure he knew how in love you were with Kyle.

You felt bad for the guy. You wished that you could’ve treated him better and that you could’ve been an actual proper girlfriend to him, but you were no better than that. Kyle’s the only person you know you can be right for.

Speaking of Kyle, what’s been going on between you two? Well, things worsened, actually. Ever since you got with Kenny, you two have been more distant than ever. Of course, this troubled you. I mean, Kyle’s been your anchor forever, but now you don’t have anyone anymore. You still had your other friends, but it didn’t feel the same without him.

Deep down, you felt like you were pushing him away, though—since it’d be easier to bury your feelings if he wasn’t looking.

You did this all to yourself. It was time to face the consequences of your actions. You had to come to the fact that you are really fucking stupid, especially considering how you still had a grave crush on Kyle after all this. Playing pretend can’t save you in a situation like this now.

You were about to start ignoring the whole world even further to drown yourself in your feelings, but you couldn’t. All because of some measly little message that popped up on your phone. You wanted to ignore it, but your gut was screaming at you not to.

It was Kyle who messaged you—woo. Were you thrilled at first? Not quite. You realized that he never texts you unless it’s urgent, especially nowadays. So, you opened the message.

Kyle Dude

You ?

Kyle Are you busy?? Can we talk?? Like irl

You Sure?? Where though?

Kyle My place rn No delays its important

You groaned, not wanting to deal with quite literally anything right now, but you guessed that it would be better to get it over with right now. Kyle seemed to make it out as an urgent matter anyway. You supposed that it was the least you could do after seemingly ghosting him for weeks now.

You tidied yourself a bit, making yourself at least a little bit more presentable. I mean, how embarrassing would it be if you went up to their house out of nowhere and then also looked like a mess? You’d rather be disowned by your family than cause shame as bad as that.

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As you made your way to the house, nervousness started to creep up your spine.

What was it Kyle even wanted to talk about? Did he find out about your feelings and the reason why you dated Kenny in the first place? What did and does he think of you now?

Maybe he’s just upset since you two haven’t been going out and stuff. Yeah, maybe that’s it. You’re all alright, and everything will be perfectly okay—

“YN! Oh, my, I’m so grateful you showed up.” Sheila’s voice chirped, catching you off guard. “Try letting me know when you’ll come here next time, though, okay? I don’t have anything prepared for you and Kyle–”

“Mom, I invited her here right now,” Kyle yelled out, his light footsteps down the stairs making themselves known. “Sorry, I didn’t tell you.” He sighed.

“Oh, that’s okay, booby.” She grinned, patting his head. “Are you two going to stay for long? Just so I know if I have to cook extra.”

“No, I don’t think so.” He answered before you could. “We’ll be quick, ma.” He returned the smile, pulling you by the arm and dragging you up the stairs and into his room.

The quiet in the room, once he shut the door, was unbearable, which was unfamiliar. Kyle’s room was always a safe space for you, but it seemed to have completely changed. It changed because of you.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, his back facing towards you as you stood right in front of the door, suffocating in the heavy air.

“I did too.” You sighed, words slipping out of your mouth faster than you could catch them.

“So why did you leave me?” 

“I didn’t mean to, Kyle. I just,” you paused, thinking of some made-up excuse. “Have a lot on my plate right now.”

“You could’ve told me what it was. I could’ve helped you out!” He turned, facing you now. You only caught it right now, but his eyes seemed a little puffy. Was this all because of you?

You exhaled, shaking your head as you laughed to yourself. “That’s the thing.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a problem you can’t fix.”

“Who says I can’t do so?” He raised a brow.

“I do.”

“And why?”

“Because the problem is that I like you.” You exhaustedly huffed out, shaking your head. “I needed a way out of my feelings, but it was hard to do that, so I instead ended up pushing you away and distracted myself by dating Kenny. I’m sorry.”

His mouth was ajar as you spoke. After that, he let a huff out, his turn shaking his head and laughing at you. “You’re so stupid.”

“What?”

“I like you a lot too.” He smiled, cupping your cheeks and lifting them, making you look at him.

Your gaze was averted elsewhere, though, in shame. “I’m sure you’re upset with me, though.”

“Yeah, I am.” He said with a frown you didn’t need to see to recognize. You could just hear it in his voice. “I think I can see why you did all that, though. I mean, it’s really fucking stupid, but I can’t completely blame you for it.”

“You think so?”

“I guess.” He hummed, pressing your foreheads together.

“So, what are we then?” You asked, now confused.

“I think I still need time to process everything,” he cooed, gently rocking your bodies back and forth to the tune of nothing. “Can we take this step by step? Work our way to wherever?”

“Yes, definitely.” You smiled, wrapping your arms over his shoulders as you swayed along with him. “As long as you’re with me. As long as we can go back to what we were before, if not more.”

“Yeah, for sure.” He gently stood still, stopping you as well. He leaned his head back, taking a look at you. “Thank you, YN.”

“Thank you, Kyle, for staying by me.” You sighed, bringing your eyes to his for once. “I, uh,” you paused, holding back the silly 'L' word you two would exchange a lot when you were younger. “Am grateful for you.”

Maybe it's best to not have pretended. Maybe you should just let whatever universe conspire against you two, it seems to know that you and Kyle would be despite everything.

#cocogrrrl's writing #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x you #kyle x reader