#i miss frend i need to talk to frend

[delusion-of-negation]

[alan-in-the-outernet]

*GOD&C a long time after Nala dispersed*

GOD&C: I know you’re there, King Of Grief.

*Maddened hesitantly steps out of the shadows, the darkness of night making his eye glow with an eerie light*

Maddened: What? You gonna swat me like a fly? I’d say I’m more.. a cockroach! I don’t go down easy, bud! Haha!

GOD&C: Stop using diversions to avert this, King Of Grief. We need to talk.

Maddened: *Irritated glitchy tone* It’s. Maddened. Thank you very much! *His voice may seem simply irritated, but his body showed a different story, tensed and watching their every move, visions flashing at high speeds..* So.. the ghosts gone, huh?

GOD&C: He had a name, I am sure you heard of it, with your time spent watching us both, was it not?

Maddened: Yeah yeah, Nala. I know. Now get to the point.

GOD&C: You have been watching me, more specifically half of myself, for generations, long past the time which you should have expired.

Maddened: Well getting shot at by a severely, severely deformed looking dragon thingy will do that to you.

GOD&C: You deserved it.

Maddened: I know.

GOD&C: Why have you stuck around? You and I both know I could kill you with a simple thought. Even beforehand, you could not do any everlasting damage to that half. So, why?

Maddened: You literally woke up from death like it was a dream! I’d be an idiot NOT to follow you! But.. uh- nowadays? I’m pretty used to the stalking lifestyle, kid. You are pretty interesting!

GOD&C: I am not a child, I am older than the world you walk on.

Maddened: Yeah yeah, whatever. I think I get the jist of what you’re saying in between the lines! Your lonely, aren’t’cha?

GOD&C: Shut up. I could vaporize your very essence.

Maddened: But you won’t, because you want a friend, hmm? Well, I’ll be sure to be a thorn in your side, your godliness

GOD&C: If you say that again, I will cast you into the abyss.

Maddened: Noted!

There, Frend! Or someone else, they need buddies

PFT.. this is just Figment 2.0 but with out the hallucination part /silly

Aww... poor GoD&C misses their dad...

Me too buddy.. me too.

[princeminnow]

vent //

is prolly a councidence tha i couldnt visit my bes frend an go party las week cuz he cudnt buy ticket ther like said wud cuz he lost he job and tha hes not texting back this week cuz he dos that sometimes cuz he sociL battery rjns out fast but both happen back back make me feel mayb im be punished for be bad

wish wasnt so needy sensitive. i kno hes dealing w stufff thas hard on he an dosnt need worry bout sad scardy cat me. wanna b ther for him tho an cant if he wont talk me but he usuly does when needs help

hes 2 nice to hurt me on purpos. but hard not blame self for breaking rules didnt know, cuz that happen all time in school when frends suddenly dont like me

makes me rly rly rly sad miss party btw. was looking ford to it a lot an get rly rly rly sad wen ppl talk bout it

[seagullsausage]

damn I really feel like I disassociate but like idk cause its not trauma related but I looked it up and it can happen to people with anxiety and depression so maybe I do but like I just feel super disconnected with the world around me I forget what I look like and forget that I have a body sometimes I dont recognize myself in the mirror sometimes I get home from school every day and lay in bed until like 2 am feeling floaty and not being able to make a coherent thought and I just feel numb all the time and I guess I feel emotion sometimes but everything just seems distant and idk maybe those are just normal depression symptoms and I dont wanna call it disassociation incorrectly but thats the ony thing I can think of so idk 

[sweetsweetnuit]

synopsis: the second orgasm bucky gives you is with his mouth.

pairing: bucky barnes (roommate) x fem!reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings: 18+ ONLY. friends to lovers, slow burn, dirty talk, praise kink, soft dom bucky, inexperienced reader, oral, face riding, grinding/dry humping, praise kink, innocence kink, soft bucky

notes: hi frends i’ve been very sick this past week with the flu/just chronically ill in general so this may not be very well written compared to my other stuff. i do hope that u enjoy! this was super fun to write!!

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You began avoiding Bucky the very next morning, refusing to let him get to your head. Not to mention you were having just a teensy tiny, really minuscule crisis. It was no big deal, really. But you didn’t want to accept the fact that Bucky had given you the best orgasm of your life.

It wasn’t Bucky, you told yourself. You could easily replicate that orgasm yourself. And you tried, you really tried. You tried with your fingers, with your toys, you tried everything.

But you always came to the same conclusion, that Bucky fucking Barnes really was that fucking good with his fingers. It was an annoying fact, but you yearned for his touch once again. Not to mention his words that floated in the back of your mind.

We’re just getting started.

A part of you wishes that he just fucked you. That he gave you everything and you would’ve hoped that it wasn’t that good. It would’ve been mediocre sex and you could’ve moved on. But no, instead Bucky gave you a mind blowing orgasm that you couldn’t forget.

The week has come and gone and when you stepped out into the living room to find Bucky lounging on the couch with a beer, you groaned. Fuck did he look good. So fucking good and he wasn’t even trying.

“Hey sweetheart, you done ignoring me yet?” He asks casually, eyes not leaving the television screen as he takes a swig of his beer.

You scowl, “I’m not ignoring you.” You patter around the kitchen, settling on popping a few blueberries in your mouth as you watch him lower the volume.

He turns, that same stupid backwards cap decorating his head along with his signature cocky smirk.

“I asked how your day was on Wednesday and you just stared at me before darting into your bedroom.” He states with an amused look on his face.

You groan, this time not from arousal. “Fine. Okay, yes. I was ignoring you, but you gave me the best orgasm of my life. I didn’t exactly know how to react.”

You’d moved closer to the living room, crossing your arms over your chest as he stands to his full, daunting height. He crosses the small space before he’s towering over you. You’ve really missed him, even the scent of his body wash mixed with his laundry detergent.

His eyes flicker over your lips for a brief moment, eyes darkening as you both stare at each other for a few seconds before Bucky finally speaks.

“I’ve been thinking of you, you know?” He purrs, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.

Your breath catches in your throat at his forwardness, a shiver creeping up your spine before settling permanently at the nape of your neck. Goosebumps pebble your skin as you stay transfixed on his eyes boring into your own.

Bucky leans forward, his hot breath warming the shell of your ear, “I haven’t been able to get your taste out of my mind, sweetheart.”

Your eyes flutter closed at his words, allowing yourself to lean into his touch. You fall against him, his strong arm wrapping around your waist to keep you upright. When you open your eyes, he’s staring down at you and smirking.

You know that look. It means he’s thinking of something. He’s usually up to no good when he gets a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. This time, you don’t care how much trouble he can get you in, not when your core is aching with need for him.

“Really?” You ask, your voice is meek and you hate how you don’t sound confident.

He hums, the sound warm as the vibrations radiate from his chest and onto your own. “I’ve had my hand wrapped around my cock every goddamn night because of you.”

You’re about to collapse if it wasn’t for his arm around you, his flesh hand now cupping the back of your neck possessively.

“If I told you I’d get on my knees and beg for a taste, would you say yes, hmm?” Bucky purrs in your ear, a delicious sound that makes you gasp lightly. He’s holding you so close now that you can feel the steady rhythm of his heart against your chest. 

Your thoughts are scrambled and your brain is mush from his words. Maybe that’s just the effect Bucky has on you because suddenly you can’t see straight and your core is throbbing with need for his touch again. You meet his eyes, dark and swimming with something that looks like lust and want.

He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, not even realizing you had been slightly pouting. Your lips are slightly parted, your breath coming out in heavy, but soft pants against Bucky’s skin.

Bucky bent his body, his eyes now level with you as he absolutely towered and enveloped you. The words that came out of his mouth next had the ability to make you come on the spot. Or kill you. Either one and you weren’t sure which was going to happen.

“You know I don’t usually beg, sweetheart. But fuck—for you? Do you feel what you do to me?” He asked, gently pressing his hips against yours. It didn’t feel forced, it was intimate as you wiggled against him and let out a soft, needy whine.

Your dreams had been infiltrated by Bucky, his hands and lips all over your body as you imagined what his cock would feel like as he sunk into you. Maybe you were just really fucking horny, but you needed him more than you realized.

“I’ll get on my knees and beg any day of the week for you, baby. Just to get a chance to worship your sweet, sweet pussy.” His voice is low and raspy in your ear as you fist your fingers in his shirt, pulling him closer into you.

“Bucky,” it was the only thing you could get out now. Your voice must’ve surprised Bucky, because his face softened and you felt his cock jump against your hip. Note to self: Bucky has an innocence kink.

“I’ve got you, I’m right here. Tell me what you need, sweetheart.” He whispers before you take a deep breath and finally find the strength to speak again.

“Take care of me. Please.” Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut as he groaned at your words. If it wasn’t for how hard he was against your hip, you would’ve been embarrassed, but it was too late for that.

He just nodded, placing a soft kiss to the edge of your lips, “come with me.” His command was gentle as he led you into his bedroom before he quickly shut the door.

You’d been in here many times before, usually to steal his sweatshirts or yell at Bucky to stop leaving his boxers on the couch. But now? You saw it in a completely different light. It was so uniquely Bucky that you wished you had more time to admire it.

There were a few plants on the windowsill, books scattered the bookshelf and so many movie posters tacked on the wall. His bed wasn’t made, but neither was yours. The sheets crumpled as Bucky set you on them. You took a deep breath, inhaling Bucky’s scent as you looked back at him.

“Can I undress you?” He asked and you smiled lazily, nodding your head to help him shimmy your leggings and panties off your legs. Your sweater came next, surprising Bucky when it revealed your bare chest.

He stared down at you, his index finger tracing your soft curves. You didn’t feel self conscious, not with yourself and not with Bucky. The hair that decorated your mound wasn’t off putting to Bucky and you knew he didn’t think twice about it.

“I can’t believe you’re in my bed.” He commented, a dorky grin on his face as you let out a giggle. His body covers yours, but the second his lips find your collarbones, your giggles turn to breathy moans.

It’s like he’s worshipping every inch of your body, trailing kisses lower and lower before expertly avoiding where you need him most. He takes his time with your thighs, small little love bites delivered to them as you watch him completely enamoured.

“Relax,” he coos. “Lean back…yeah, just like that. Good girl.” He purrs as you let your head sink into his comfortable pillows. You can feel Bucky’s breath fan over your core as he spreads you, the upper half of his body on the bed to get as close as possible to you.

“I’ll never get over how responsive your body is to me.” He says, nose bumping your clit as shocks run through your body.

You get absolutely no warning before Bucky’s hot and warm tongue is flat against your pussy. He’s in no rush as he laps up your excitement, every part of you being gently licked as you whimper as grab at the sheets.

“You taste so fucking sweet.” He groans against you, the low timbre of how voice sends vibrations through your body and you give up on having any control over your body as he flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit.

Bucky feasts like a starving man, sucking and licking at you, his room filling with obscene noises as you let your hips grind over his face. Your legs tighten over his shoulders and back, realizing that Bucky was moving his own hips in tandem with yours.

He was fucking the mattress, grinding against it as he ate you out and you let out a cry as you felt yourself grow closer to your orgasm. It was insane. Bucky was insane. You couldn’t catch your breath and your heart was hammering wildly.

You know you won’t be able to give Bucky any warning, but you’re also sure that he knows because when your orgasm snaps, consuming you, Bucky’s fingers dig deep into the supple flesh of your thighs to bring his face closer to your cunt.

A cry rips from your throat from the force of your orgasm, Bucky’s tongue gentle enough against your clit for the pleasure to continue to roll over you much longer than any other orgasm you’ve ever had.

Bucky let’s out a low groan against you, his body going rigid before you feel his hot, uneven breath against your core. He’s still buried between your thighs and you think he looks good there with his messy, disheveled hair.

You both manage to barely compose yourselves, Bucky sitting up and you’re about to open your mouth to say something about taking care of him before your eyes meet the wet spot on his pants.

His eyes meet yours and you think you can see a blush tint his cheeks as he shrugs, “I-um, I should go get cleaned up.”

Bucky goes to stand up, but you don’t let him. You grab his metal arm gently, but Bucky is so off-guard that you manage to get his ass on the bed before you’re straddling him. It’s a little unfair, you’re naked and he’s completely dressed.

He looks confused, but you don’t let him say anything before you desperately kiss him, giving him more than you could’ve with words. Bucky reciprocates immediately, wrapping you in his arms as his tongue swipes against your bottom lip.

The kiss is messy and you taste yourself on him as his tongue swipes against yours. When you pull away, Bucky’s eyes search yours as he smirks, “you’re the first person that’s made me come in my pants.”

You smile, chuckling softly, “it’s really hot.” You admit and Bucky swallows thickly as his pupils widen at your words.

Nothing else is said for a short time, Bucky’s hands just silently wandering your body before you finally manage to find the courage and speak up.

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight, Bucky?” Your eyes are shut, cheek resting against his strong shoulder because you’re expecting a rejection. But it never comes.

“Yes. God—yes. Of course, sweetheart. Why don’t we get cleaned up and you can pick what shirt you wanna steal.” He says teasingly as you slide off his lap to stand with him.

As you watch Bucky rifle through his closet, watching him work you realize that this is no longer about Bucky giving you a do-over because you don’t think you can give him up. The worst part? You haven’t even had sex yet.

[justmywriting1313]

Aftercare (Diavolo X M/C)

Helluuuu my frends!! Hope you guys are taking care of yourself!!

Okay I know I have been MIA for a hot minute now but thats because I’m depressed, tired and very sick of the cold and greatly miss my dog so just overall feeling blehhh, however, I had a mini drabble idea so here I am!! (PS;- I don’t really know how you define a drabble i’m just guessing its like a small piece of writing) 

Summary: What would aftercare with after a particularly rough session with Diavolo look like... (btw if someone wants this with the twins, Diavolo, Solomon or Satan I would not be opposed to writing it) 

Warnings: Not that I can think of anything but maybe talking about rough seggsy times...

There had never been any miscommunications between you and Diavolo about your sex life. It was very clear that both your preferences matched each other quite well. Where you liked to be subby and not have control, Diavolo liked to dominate and call the shots. Where you liked to be put in your place when being bratty, Diavolo liked to be the one putting you in place. It gave him just as much comfort as it gives you. With all that said, it doesn’t mean sometimes you both get too much into it and that leaves you heaving and trembling, too far gone into a state of submission to voice what you need to come down which brings us to right now. 

You were overstimulated beyond belief. Your face still pressed into the pillows on Diavolo’s bed you whimpered at small intervals. You could feel the last flow of drool drip out the side of your mouth as you took a shuddering breath in. Your body felt raw like all you nerves were exposed. You felt sweat dripping down the curve of your neck as you continued to pant. Your knees burned from being pressed down for so long and your joints hurt, especially at your hips. Your inner thighs stung from all the love bites you were sure were littered along your legs. Your pussy was so tender that even the slightest brush of the wind had you jolting. You could feel both yours and diavolo’s cum drip from your pussy lips onto the bed. Your ass was still stinging and you were pretty sure your eyes were crossed as you took in a shuddering breath. You could feel the weight of diavolo on your back. His chest heaving in time with yours. You both stayed like that for a minute before you felt him pull away. The cold air that brushed you skin was a welcome relief from the way your skin felt on fire. 

Diavolo leaned back onto his haunches as he took a deep breath in before taking a good look at you. You were bent over your arms outstretched in-front of you. Much of your body red either from exertion or from Diavolo spanking you. Your chest was pressed to the bed but he could see the chain that was attached to the nipple clamps he had put on you earlier and he winced at the idea that he would have to take them off and it would hurt. He felt quite guilty and worried he might have pushed you too far. He took a peak at your face and chuckled at how cute you looked with drool that was drying and tears that had collected at the corner of your crossed eyes. Diavolo let his hand rest at the curve of your arching back and you jolted at the touch. Diavolo giggled at just how sensitive his little baby is. He let the weight of his hand rest there using his other hand to loop it around your waist. He gently hushed any whimpers on your part as he used his weight to lift you up. He winced when you cried out when your chest came away from being pressed in the bed. The pull of the nipple clamps smarting. Diavolo let you fall onto your side and then pushed you onto your back as he cooed at your fucked dumb expression. You were too cute for your own good. 

He cupped your face so that he could finally see and wiped away all the tears and drool the best he could with his thumb. Your eyes had closed as you took deep breaths. “Hey pretty girl, I know you're tired sweetie and want to sleep but first we have to take care of you okay? yeah? you're going to work with daddy so he can make all the soreness go away and you can rest yeah?” You opened your eyes to look at his tender gaze and tearfully nodded trying your best not to cry and curl up. Diavolo’s gaze softened even more if that was possible. “I know you want to curl up and cry and I promise i’ll let you okay? but first we need to make sure baby is physically going to be okay and daddy’s going to start with taking of the clamps, is that alright with you?” You whined at the idea and immediately Diavolo was curling his arms again. “I know baby, daddy knows but its okay. M’going to make sure you’ll be just fine and my pretty girl trusts me right?” You tearfully nodded already knowing it was going to hurt. You trusted Diavolo more than anything though. “Okay good girl can you take a big breath for me sweetheart?” Diavolo made sure to keep his voice low and soft. He let one hand stroke your face as the other tenderly ran back and forth over your abdomen right below your breasts. You took a long breath in and Diavolo chuckled at the child like manner in which you puffed your cheek. He bought his face as close to yours as possible and just as you were going to ask why, he unclamped one of your sore nipples. He immediately swallowed the loud cry you let out by kissing you. His lips were soft and placating, as he let the clamp fall. He let that hand rest on your nipple as he lightly massaged it letting you jolt away when it was too sensitive but dragging you back to his chest when you got too far. “Good girl, sweetie you did so good okay? I know I know it hurt baby but you're okay! and you're going to manage one more deep breath for daddy yes?” As much as you wanted to shake your head, you nodded once again and once again Diavolo swallowed your cry as he took off the painful clamp. Your body which had tensed up finally relaxed into your bed. 

You went limp and this time you couldn't stop the sobs as you finally started to cry into his chest, tucking yourself as far into him as you could. Diavolo cooed at you as he gathered you in his arms letting you tuck your face into his large chest and neck. “I know pretty girl I know its okay just let it out, you did so good though”. Both you and diavolo sat there for a while as your cries dwindled into a couple of stray tears here and there. Diavolo watched as your eyes started to close which is when he hefted you up into the air. You let your surprise and disapproval for the action come through when you whined immediately wanting the bed again. “Wanna sleep dia” you mumbled as you let you head rest on his shoulder, legs wrapping around his waist. He smiled and pressed his head onto yours “I know baby but first you got drink something okay and then we can go back to bed. You can rest and ill clean you up yes” You whined some more but let Diavolo carry you to the kitchen. At some point he managed to pull on royal version of sweats but your body was too sensitive even for a shirt. 

Diavolo placed you on the counter before he poured you a glass of water. He walked over and handed it to you “small sips okay sweetie?” you hummed as you took the glass form him. Diavolo quickly pulled out the first thing he could see in the fridge which was a bowl of cut fruit no doubt left by Barbatros. He bought it over only to see you gulping the water down as quick as you could. He grabbed the glass from your hand making you whine but his stern look settled you down before you drank again much slower. He put the bowl next to you on the counter before spreading your legs and standing between them. His hands coming to rest on your thighs as you slowly finished the glass. You placed it on the side. Diavolo placed the bowl of fruit in your lap. They were still fairly large pieces and so before you could grab any of them Diavolo made you look him, “What will we not to try do with the fruit this time?”. You were getting some of your senses back as you blushed at Diavolo. He treated you like you were oh so small, not that you minded. Nonetheless you responded, “eat all the pieces in one go...” “Mhmmm dont need a repeat of last time.” Diavolo fetched you another glass of water as you worked on the fruit bowl. You munched on another piece of cantaloupe as Diavolo stood between your legs. He let his hands brush your hair away from your face as you both talked about your week. Diavolo laughing at the antics of the various brothers while you giggled at all the Lucifer stories he told you. 

Diavolo watched your eyes get heavy as you slowed your eating down. You head getting droopy. He gently took the bowl away from you, replacing it in the fridge before once again scooping you up into his arms. He propped you on his hip, one arm sporting your bottom as he made his way into his room and then the bathroom. He settled you on the counter where he handed you a toothbrush. You lazily brushed your teeth as he went about gathering your clothes and throwing them in the laundry bin. He grabbed one of his pyjama shirts from his closet. He returned to you to see you still lazily brushing as he got a washcloth and ran it under hot water. You were swinging your legs humming some song you heard earlier as Diavolo went about wiping your body down. He got on his knees taking your legs and slowly cleaning your. He pressed kisses against your knees before making it to your thighs. He spread them apart and winced at the many love bites and bruises, surely they hurt. You just cupped his face and patted his cheek to let him know you were good and that you liked it. Diavolo looked up at you and felt himself feel better by looking at your face that seemed dewy and happy. A trail of toothpaste froth escaped the corner of your mouth and down your chin and Diavolo giggled. He used his thumb to wipe it away muttering a “Messy little baby” you blushed and whined at the comment but Diavolo chuckled nosing your neck muttering, “my messy little baby” and so you smiled. Diavolo let the warm rag soothe the battered skin on your thighs before wiping between your leg. The touch against your sensitive pussy making you jolt. Eventually, he had you all cleaned up and you had finished brushing you teeth. Dressing you in his pyjama shirt he once again carried you to his comfy looking bed. letting you fall and bounce. You let out an “oof” and giggled as Diavolo crawled onto you. His huge arms coming to encircle your waist as you settled your back into his chest. He nosed at your neck as you hummed in response. “Diavolo you know that I love you right?” “Mhmmm yes princess i know and thank you... i love you too sweetheart” and with that your breathing evened out and you peacefully went to sleep knowing Diavolo would always protect you and keep you safe. 

Okieeee thats it!! Hope you enjoyed that and hopefully I can write the next part of ‘compliments’ sooon!! As always reblogs are always appreciated 💜💜

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[danniburgh]

The Unconciousness Aftermath (Frankie Morales x OFC) part 10

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x OFC!Belle Morales

Summary: After a car accident that left his body in a pause for two years, Frankie wakes up to learn the world kept moving while he was sleeping. And that he might’ve lost everything.

Word count: +4.1k

Warnings: slight mentions of addiction and 1 crying Benny, lots of feels uwu

A/N: oh god OH GOD this is the end you GUYS first lemme tell you that im so thankful for each person who has read this, im so happy that i got to the end of a fic that i started when i was in a real low point of my year but ended happy and feeling content also i wanna thank some frends who helped me get through some very rough patches of doubts and self-consciousness and who hyped me up when i most needed, @wordsnwhiskey, @ezrasbirdie and @starlightmornings ily guys also thanks to my bf @wordsthatmymouthsays who actually helped me get the first, rough, main idea for this fic and that even tho shes not in the fandom, she always listens to me ramble about what i write, te amo dude

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Frankie stepped out to the porch, the gentle wind that ran around the huge pine trees clashed against the skin of his face and made him shiver slightly; his hand on the cane that had been helping him walk for the last few months gripped the handle tighter as he walked slowly towards the porch swing, the wooden floor creaked under his feet with each heavy step he gave as the loud sound of Renata’s laugh and a few small barks filled his ears.

“Daddy!” the girl screamed at him as he sat down, the sight of his daughter in a wool knitted sweater with her tan cheeks flushed and her hair wildened by the wind made Frankie smile, he waved at her, “come play with us!” she all but demanded.

The small puppy nibbled at Reni’s shoe laces as she waited for her father’s reply.

“Maybe later, baby.” he leaned back on the swing, that swayed slowly with his weight, Reni rolled her little eyes at him, Frankie chuckled at the action as she turned around and ran towards the treeline.

“C’mon, Sally!” Reni called the puppy.

“Don’t go far!” Frankie called out to her, receiving a wave of her small hand, Frankie huffed at himself as the girl leaned to take a small branch and tossed it for the puppy to catch it, running along with the animal. He watched her for a couple of minutes before his eyes fell down to his lap, and the cane that rested in between his legs.

The air of the woods around the cabin smelled like wet grass and he was sure there was a word for that, but it couldn’t make its way to Frankie’s head.

There he was, sitting on the porch of a small cabin in the middle of the woods with the sound of the wind softly caressing the tall branches of the trees; his daughter’s laughter as she ran around happily and the gentle clacking of pots and cups in the small kitchen inside.

It felt good despite the gentle cheek-pinching cold, it felt nice finally being outside; it made him feel like everything had settled finally, that after over a year of having woken up he was finally nothing more but himself.

___

“I wanna talk about the accident.” Belle whispered from his chest, where she had found herself a nice, warm pillow to rest on, as Frankie played with her fingers on his lips.

“I don’t ‘remember a lot–of it.” Frankie replied, making her sigh.

“Your mom said we were goi–” the sound of her phone ringing interrupted her words, Belle huffed in what he heard as frustration and they both ignored it in silence, “she said,” she continued when the ringing stopped, turning to face him, “we were going on a trip.”

Frankie nodded slightly, but before he could reply with words the phone rang again.

“Ans’wer it.” he said, Belle groaned and shifted away from him, Frankie immediately missed her weight on him as he saw her stand up, take her bag and pull out her phone out.

“Is Benny.” she said with a frown, Frankie shrugged at her, she sat back on the bed next to him, and without him asking, Belle wrapped an arm around his neck, bringing him to her side.

As she took the call next to him, Frankie turned slowly to her and smelled her, almost by instinct. Inhaling her and taking in her scent like he hadn’t had time before; she was finally there, next to him, touching him and Frankie felt like despite the time and everything that had happened, something in her touched him like she had always done it; he wanted to bathe himself in her smell, her perfume, the smell of her shampoo reached his nose and everything mixed intoxicated him.

He never told her that his addiction had changed from drugs to her scent, and he hoped she never found out, as he had already had enough withdrawal; and as she turned to look at him with his nose buried on her shoulder, Frankie closed his eyes with a smile because her scent hadn’t changed at all.

“What are you doing?” she whispered with her phone in her other hand, Frankie opened his eyes looked up at her almost sheepishly, she was frowning down at him but her eyes looked both confused and amused.

“Noth’ing.” Frankie muttered, making her chuckle.

“Benny wants to talk to you.” she whispered, showing him the phone with the microphone button turned off, he turned to her with a questioning gaze, his turn to frown down.

“Why?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Belle shrugged, she waited for him to say something, holding the phone like they both had all the time in the world, Frankie turned to look at the device and saw Benny’s name as the caller, as well as a picture of him with Renata as a background for the call, both of them smiling under the call button options. He looked at Belle, whose olive eyes were patiently waiting for his response. He nodded slightly, and Belle gave him a soft smile as she turned the microphone on as well as the speaker, “hey, Ben.”

“Is Frankie there?” the younger man’s voice was heard from the phone, Frankie noticed the depth in it and felt a small tug in his chest, he had actually missed the boy.

“I’m ‘here.” Frankie replied, Belle’s half hug tightened around his neck and he turned to look at her with a gentle frown.

“God, Fish,” Benny’s voice immediately broke on the other side, making Frankie’s older brother instincts turn on for the younger man, “bro, I’m so sorry.” he whispered.

“Ben,” Frankie called out, Belle moved the phone closer to him, “it’s not–your place to a’pologize.” she looked at him as Benny’s voice struggled to come out on the other side of the line.

Frankie saw something in her eyes that didn’t have a name yet, but felt so familiar that it warmed his chest with all the love he had for her.

“I didn’t do anything, man,” Benny let out, sniffing, Frankie’s lips curved in a saddened smile as he thought of him; Benjamin Miller was one of the softest people he had met, he was so young when he had gotten into the army because he wanted to follow the steps of his older brother and he had been thrown into a rough training without even knowing too much of the world itself. Frankie had been there to see him thrive, to see him become a better soldier and in a twisted turn of events from life, a better person. Frankie had seen how the scrawny boy Benny was, became big and strong with a heart of pure, heavy gold. He was one of the most strange cases of men who are softened by the war, of men who become the best versions of themselves, and for that he was proud. “I saw it all happen and I–”

“Ben,” Frankie called him again, interrupting him, “Benny, I ‘get–it,” he shrugged, while Belle shifted again next to him until her head rested on his shoulder. “if I–had a brother I–would’ve shut up, too.” Benny huffed a wet laugh that made Frankie smile.

“It was a fucking mess, Fish,” he said, sniffing again, “Will messed all of us up, mom and dad haven’t talked to him in years,” his deep voice broke again and Frankie turned to look at Belle, as if to confirm, she nodded slightly, “I’m really sorry.”

“I–know, Benny,” Frankie muttered, “I’ve–been told he did a’lot of fuck’ed up shit.” he tried to tease, Benny huffed again.

“Yeah, no shit,” Frankie heard the younger man let out a heavy sigh, and he breathed in deeply, “he was selfish, Frankie, and he reminded me a lot of Tom when…” Benny stumbled on his own words and Frankie immediately got what he was trying to say.

“He–got ‘greedy.”

“He lost his fucking mind,” Benny muttered, making Frankie’s chest tighten, “and I know he kept things from Belle too, I just don’t know how many.”

“Enough,” Belle replied, almost startling Frankie, she had turned her head to hide her face on his shoulder before chiming into the conversation, “Frankie has been telling me a lot of stories Benny,” she told him, “and I think you have to tell me some others too.”

“I would like that,” Benny replied, clearing his throat, “if Fish is okay with that, I mean.”

Frankie let out a chuckle at the words of his little brother. –in arms or not, that’s what he had always considered Benny to be–

“Shut’up, Benny.” Frankie teased. Making the younger man laugh.

“Yes’sir,” he replied, and the image of him saluting him with his big hand on his forehead and standing all straight even when he was taller and bigger made Frankie smile, “eh, so, just so you know,” Benny let out a sigh again, “Will’s skipping town.”

“What?” Belle said, a little too fast for Frankie’s liking, he turned to her and she looked more shocked than worried, and that settled his feelings down.

“He said some shit about going to Alaska,” he said, and Frankie frowned as Belle tried to find his eyes, “I’m not sure, he just said he was leaving.”

“Benny, I’m sorry.” Belle let out in her soft voice, she sat up on the bed as they spoke of Benny’s feelings on his brother leaving and his wife tried to reassure him that he would see him again, to Frankie it was like Belle and Benny had become better friends after the accident and that made his chest swell with love.

As Belle kept talking to Benny about some things Will still needed to take and Renata, Frankie’s eyes landed back on the wooden box on his lap, with his free hand he brought the box closer to him and started going through some of the stuff inside; some more pictures, his old dog tags, a set of keys and at the bottom of the box, Belle’s engagement ring.

Frankie took it, it looked rather small in between his index and thumb; it still shone with the artificial lights of the hospital room, the small diamond –the fanciest thing he could’ve gotten her at the time– still screamed her name to him, and he smiled at the small thing.

“You still–have ‘this,” he said once Belle hung up the phone, showing him the ring to her, Belle hummed in affirmation, returning her head to his shoulder, “why?”

“Well,” Belle whispered, settling her hand on his chest, “it felt wrong to just toss it away, for some reason,” she shrugged, Frankie leaned his head against hers as they both admired the small diamond, “I still have my mom’s, too.”

“Does it–still fit?” Frankie asked, taking the hand that rested on his chest.

“Why don’t you figure it out?” she murmured, Frankie snorted, “what?” she said with a smile.

“Are–you ‘teasing?” he joked, making her laugh.

“No!” Belle replied, sliding her hand from his and swatting his chest ever so gently, “dirty!”

“I ‘think–you are.” Frankie teased again, making her hide her face in his shoulder as she laughed.

“I’m not!” her voice was muffled by his hospital gown and his skin and Frankie took her hand again.

“I’ll ‘give–you ano’ther chance at’a lie,” Frankie muttered as he slid the ring down her finger, Belle turned to look at her hand as he folded her fingers gently, “still–fits.”

“It’s really pretty.” she whispered, wrapping her hand around his.

The small rock glistened as she moved their hands around and Frankie turned slowly to look at her, her olive eyes glued to the small stone, a soft, tight-lipped smile that looked almost absentminded adorned her face and a million different words erupted from his belly up to his mouth just to tell her how beautiful she was.

He wanted to commit to memory that moment; her lying next to him, the weight of her body on his as she all but cuddled him, her scent traveling endlessly up his nostrils, he wanted to never forget that moment, in case he needed to remind her again of who he was.

Belle’s eyes were closing on her own, his hands on her felt big and warm and she liked the feeling as he touched her gently, like she was made of marble and he didn’t want to stain her; she liked being there, close to him, she liked the way her body seemingly knew how to touch him, how to be near him, she liked the way he smelled, like neutral soap and coconut oil and some generic detergent and himself, something musky and dark and woody that clung to his scent even when he hadn’t left the hospital in over two years.

She was in awe of what her body knew but her mind didn’t, it was like every fiber of her but her temporal lobe –and the other parts of the brain her neurologist told her were damaged but never really got their names– knew him and recognized him and loved him.

And feeling it in her gut, feeling the love as her body told her she had it; in the rising of her skin and the hair of her arms at the contact of his always warm hands, in the fluttering inside her stomach at the sound of his raspy, broken voice, in the warmth that creeped to her face at the contact with his eyes and the everlasting dark brown of his gaze, just confirmed her she had never stopped loving him, confirmed that her love for him wasn’t really in her brain, but in her entire body.

“You wanna get married again?” Belle’s voice came out small, like a whisper into the wind, but it made Frankie gasp loudly.

“What?” he replied with a frown, Belle smiled at him, sitting up once more to look at him directly, nodding.

“I mean…” she tried to find the words within herself to explain what she wanted him to understand, “we’re still married, right?” Frankie nodded, “but what if we had another ceremony,” she told him, at which Frankie’s frown deepened, Belle scoffed at herself, “Frankie, I don’t really remember our wedding, as you might know,” she teased, making him snort, she reached into the box to take out a picture of them in their wedding and she made him hold it, “give me a perfect day to remember.”

“Belle,” Frankie’s soft voice clashed against her cheek, “why?”

She looked at him, her eyes trying so hard to read his expression, but something told her it had always been hard because of how he was, her smile only grew as she reached to cup his face.

“You’re my husband,” she replied with a slight shrug, “and I don’t think I’ll ever remember what I’ve lost,” Frankie’s mouth opened, as if he was about to argue, she put a finger on his lips, to shut him up, “and I think we need to make peace with that,” Frankie leaned onto her hand, nodding ever so slightly, “and I really feel like I belong here, you know? here next to you.”

“You–do, bonita,” Frankie whispered, making Belle widen her smile, “fuck.”

“What?” she whispered.

“I ‘really wanna ‘kiss–you.” he replied, Belle let out a gentle laugh, cupping his face with both hands and closing the distance between them.

Frankie’s lips tasted like mint and apple juice and something forest-ey, but they were softer than she had imagined, they were warmer than she had expected, they were plushier than they looked and she loved the feeling of them against her mouth.

He was only pressing his mouth against hers, nothing else, and as her hands scratched softly his patchy beard, she opened her mouth softly to take more of him.

She liked him, she loved him, and behind her lids she saw colorful lights as Frankie’s hand reached for her waist and gripped her closer and kissed her back; their lips moved in synchrony and she was so glad her body knew him already, and she wondered if she had seen the same colorful sparks the first time she had ever kissed him.

Belle had slowly accepted that her memories would be lost forever, she was still angry, she still cried about it to whoever would really listen, but she was sure in her heart that she still was in the place she was before.

She still had her dad, whose unconditional love helped her through most of her breakdowns and would never leave her alone if she ever needed him, who had told her who she was even before she was ready to listen, and who she was sure would be thrilled to know she was back with Frankie, as he always vouched for the man; she still had her mother-in-law, who reluctantly had stayed in her life to help her balance being a mother and being herself despite the confusion and the pain, and she had recovered her husband, the man that knew her the most, the sole person in the entire world that would and could help her re-construct herself piece by piece and wouldn’t be mad if she came our just a little different than she was before.

Because –and Belle trusted the thought– he loved her, he loved who she was in all her shame or glory, she loved her body and her mind and her soul and everything in between and not the idea of her as Will had done, Francisco loved her entirely and she loved him too.

Frankie broke the kiss when his lungs burned for air, and Belle placed a hand on his chest to help him breathe.

“I’m ‘rusty.” he said in short gasps, making Belle smile at him as she licked her lips.

“You’ll get there,” she said, leaving a quick kiss on his cheek, “it felt familiar.” she whispered.

“What–did?”

“The kiss,” Belle replied, circling her hand soothingly over Frankie’s chest, “felt like I’ve never stopped kissing you.”

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The swing swayed again and brought Frankie back to the present, he turned to his side and saw Belle settling next to him with two steamy mugs on each hand.

“Hello again,” she smiled at him, handing him one of the mugs, Frankie took it with both hands, cherishing the heat that started to warm his hands, “were you went?” she asked, scooting closer to him.

“Places.” he replied. Belle scoffed, leaning to rest her head on his shoulder as the sounds of a still energetic Reni caught their attention.

Frankie gave a sip from his mug and the warmth of chamomile and honey slid inside and down his belly, making him feel better even when he didn’t feel bad.

He breathed the smell of the tea mixed with Belle’s shampoo and the pine trees around them and he was sure that was the smell of home, and he wanted to smell that and feel like that for the rest of his life.

Reni’s cackles made his hear swell as Belle’s body next to her made him feel like there wasn’t anything else he wanted in his life, and he was grateful –to whom or what, he didn’t know– that despite all the pain they had gone through, the deception, disappointment and heartbreak, it all had worked out somehow.

His mother had called it fate, and Renzo had called it pure love. Frankie didn’t have an answer.

Belle looked at Renata run around with Sally and smiled to herself, the girl was so grown it was almost too much to keep up, but she loved her with her entire life.

Her body sent shivers down her spine when Frankie’s hand landed on her thigh and she bit her lip; she hadn’t gotten used yet to react that much to his touch, and maybe she never would, but she loved to feel him so close to him and loved the way he couldn’t just not have a hand on any part of her.

She felt content, she felt happy, she felt full with the two most important people of her life with her; and as the thought that maybe she didn’t need anything more in her life, a need she had shoved deep within her body resurfaced by itself and bubbled to her chest as she saw Renata sit on the grass and hug her puppy.

“Let’s have another baby.” she whispered.

Frankie, who was peacefully taking a sip from his tea, spit it back into the mug with a cough. Belle covered her mouth and sat straight, laughing in shock as he leaned forward and hit his chest with his fist.

“What?” Frankie turned to look at her with glassy eyes and a frown, Belle dropped her hand to her lap as tried to stop laughing, “Isabelle.”

“Sorry, baby,” she cleared her throat, reaching to soothe his back, “I was thinking out loud.”

“You want another baby?” Frankie asked with a bewildered tone, Belle bit her lip and nodded a few times, “oh, c’mon.”

“Frankie!” Belle let out with a small drawl that had re-learned Frankie got weak on the knees when he heard it, “I don’t remember giving birth to Reni,” she said with a shrug, “and maybe we can give her a little sibling? look at her, she plays with that dog like it’s a little girl.”

The two of them turned to look at Renata, barely five years old, talking to an attentive Sally that sat on her lap, Belle turned to Frankie, trying to put on her best puppy eyes.

“Bonita, I can barely walk,” he muttered, “I don’t th–”

“In a year you’ll be good as new, baby.” Belle noticed the way he wasn’t looking into her eyes, and smiled to herself.

“Let’s think about it,” Frankie replied, trying to appear serious as he took a sip of his tea, “your husband is old.”

“True.” Belle teased.

“Hey!” Frankie turned to her with a feigned frown.

“Your words!”

“Hello again,” Renata greeted the both of them as she and her puppy walked up the porch stairs. “I want tea too.”

“I left it in the kitchen, nena.” Belle told her as Reni clumsily cleaned the mud of her shoes with the last step of the stairs.

“Grazie, mommy.” Reni replied, rushing into the cabin with the dog tailing her small frame.

“Grazie…” Frankie’s surprised gasp made Belle smile, “she’s gonna be a polyglot.”

“She already is.” Belle replied with a proud shrug.

The sun had started to set and the sky over them darkened slowly, giving the cabin a golden glow as the porch light turned on because of its timer, Belle turned to look at Frankie, whose brown eyes were staring at something beyond the treeline. Belle didn’t want to interrupt him, as she knew that sometimes, being the bearer of hers and his own memories tired him, and his body, that was still recovering, made him silent for moments that stretched to hours.

“Did I ever tell you where we were going?” he muttered out, the temperature started dropping as the night was spreading and his warm breath formed a barely perceptive cloud of steam. Belle frowned in confusion.

“What do you mean?” she asked as Reni walked out of the cabin slowly holding her tea with both hands and sat on a small garden chair next to them.

“All that time ago when we had the accident.” he clarified.

“No,” Belle replied, looking that Reni didn’t burn her mouth as she sipped from her mug, “you didn’t.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Frankie said, turning to look at her as Reni’s dog went back inside the cabin, “we were in a rough spot, I still had a lot in my mind even after a year of what happened in Colombia,” he said, dropping his eyes to her hands, Belle reached for him and he laced his fingers with hers, “I promised something, to…” he narrowed his eyes and sighed, “to make you feel special,” Belle smiled at him, bringing his hand to her lips and kissing it I love you, fool, “we never arrived and I never got to tell you.”

Belle saw something shift in his eyes, it arrived as fast as it left but it was there, and she hated to think that he felt any guilt –even if it was just an apex– for what happened to them, she had made sure that he knew it was no one fault, that sometimes, life was a bitch.

“And where were we going?” Belle asked him. Frankie smiled softly at her, gripping the hold on her hand, his eyes softened for her and she felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

“Here.”

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[0veil-ablaze0]

A post about the Little Mermaid au not sure if anyone remembers

Anyway like, quick facts about the characters

Hali: Royal guard, oldest triplet, sometimes sneaks out.

Taufan: Next in line, middle triplet, weird mood swings?

Gempa: Royal advisor, youngest triplet, questionable impulses, we don't talk about that-

Blaze: Jokes a lot, stressed, misses his brother a lot, someone help him--

Ais: We don't talk about Ais

Duri: Garden boi, would probably go to the surface if it weren't for Solar's..... Little oopsie, older twin

Solar: Our little Ariel, material gworl 💅, literally, youngest twin, youngest overall.

Boboiboy: King (wow), oldest overall, he needs a break, help him, he misses his family---

Amato: We also don't talk about Amato

Aba: The literal ocean ig

Umi: The sun???

Ochobot: A very special goldfish, Umi's messenger for Aba, becomes Fang's pet at one point, but is oke, he free now.

Mechabot: Sebastian????

Gopal: Sea turtle, Solar's frend, our Flounder

Fang: The prince, yes this is SolFang, no I don't take criticism, adventurous boy, almost drowned at one point o no

Yaya: Galah, Fang's other pet, royal birb, qween, from Australia do not question why

Ying: Wild blue and yellow Macaw or a yellow crested cockatoo, sneaks to Fang's room, for Yaya, yes, forest birb

[waxingmoonwrites]

It Still Hurts - P.P

Warnings: Pimple popping, like one mention to sex, kissing, Petey being cute, lmk if I missed anything and I'll add it to here no questions asked!

Summary: Y/N notices a pimple on Peter's forehead and asks to pop it. The only way he'd let her do it was if he got twenty kisses. But miraculously, even after the twenty kisses are up, his forehead still hurts?

A/N: So I honestly have no idea what this is... just had the idea at school today, and decided to start writing. So yeah, hope you like it! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! (Is that weird to say? It feels weird....). Also, the thing about the reader liking popping pimples I can both relate to and not lol. Feedback is always welcome!

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It wasn't often that Peter and Y/N got time together like this. With Peter being Spider-Man, and them getting close enough to college that the teachers and parents were constantly reminding them of it and reminding them to study and make sure that their grades were top-notch, so when they did get a chance to just sit and bask in each other's presence, they savored it for as long as they could.

They had put the TV on in Peter and May's apartment, but neither of them were paying much attention to it. They were both too focused on the fact that they were actually allowed to have a couple of minutes to themselves, without having to worry whether Peter was supposed to be off saving the world, or if they had a test they'd forgotten about that they needed to study for. They'd agreed that this Saturday was just a day for them to be with each other, and not care about anyone else.

Thankfully, May had understood, and had called up a few of her frends, and had arranged herself a girls' day. The only thing she had said before leaving was, "Use protection!" making both Peter and Y/N cringe slightly, as they had both just been thinking they would cuddle all day.

But, Peter being the frantic person that he is, didn't just want to be around his girlfriend, he also wanted to talk to her.

So he pulled away, and waited until Y/N had taken her face out of where she had burrowed it away in his neck.

"So... how was your week?" Peter asked, with a large, goofy smile on his face.

Peter's smile was one of the only things in the world that never failed to make Y/N feel better. Just one small smile from him lifted any bad thoughts she had towards anybody or anything in the world, and she wouldn't change it for anything.

Y/N sighed, a sad smile on her face. "Pretty crappy, to be honest. I was studying nonstop, but then my aunt came to town, and my mom wanted me to go meet my new cousin. He was cute and everything but he was also just a baby, and I had stuff to do, so the whole thing was kind of pointless...." she sighed again. "Let's just say that everything's better now that we're together. I know that's super cheesy and it rhymes, but to be honest, I don't care,"

"Neither do I," Peter said, leaning up ever so slightly to peck Y/N on the lips.

But that wasn't enough for Y/N. She had gone an entire week without seeing her boyfriend, and the surprised look on Peter's face when Y/N pulled away after wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a passionate kiss was amazing.

The two just stared at each other for a few more minutes, before Y/N spotted a red spot on Peter's forehead. Upon further inspection, she realized that it was in fact a pimple.

"You have a pimple on your forehead," Y/N stated. "Can I pop it?"

"What?" Peter's hand immediately flew to his forehead, and after feeling the small bump on his forehead he groaned. "You can't pop it, Y/N, that would be gross,"

Y/N gave him a confused look. "Why would it be gross? Have you seen those videos of people popping those giant pimples? They get that big because people leave them be for so long that they just keep growing. If you don't pop your pimples they may eventually get that large,"

Y/N knew she sounded kind of like an infomertial for some sort of cream or something, but she had always had a weird thing for popping pimples, and often did it for her younger brother, who was starting to get them on his forehead and was afraid of doing it himself.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Stawwwwp," he whined. "I don't want you to pop it,"

"What if..." Y/N chewed her lip as she thought. "What if I give you ten kisses?"

Peter pouted for another second before saying, "Make it twenty and you've got yourself a deal,"

Y/N smiled and gave him one kiss in advance before straddling his lap to have better access.

Peter cringed under her, and Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I'll be gentle and quick, okay? I love you,"

"I love you too," Peter squeaked out.

Y/N chuckled. Peter had done so many terrifying things that Y/N basically refused to think about, and here he was, worried about getting his pimple popped.

Y/N smiled lightly at the irony of it.

"Alright and... here we go,"

Y/N placed her thumbnails on either side of the pimple, and pushed down while pushing them together. She heard Peter take a deep breath, and finished up quickly, before pressing a kiss to the spot where the pimple had been.

Silently, Y/N then began placing the twenty kisses that she had promised Peter before popping the pimple. She peppered them around his face, then a few on his neck, and the last few on his lips.

"Do you feel better?" Y/N asked, wrapping her arms around Peter's neck and leaning into his shoulder.

Peter stuck out his bottom lip and said, "Actually... it still hurts a little..."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but sat up and continued kissing all over her boyfriend's face, loving every second of it.

"I love you Petey," Y/N mumbled against Peter's cheek.

"I love you too Y/N/N," Peter replied, nuzzling his face into Y/N's hair, breathing in the wonderful scent.

As much as they hated the thought of another long week ahead of them, at least they had each other. And that was all they needed.

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[ynainna]

aether hcs for a fic

note: this has personally been in my mind for awhile and while I deal with not writing this fic for awhile since I’m busy with other fics, I thought of dropping some bread crumbs for this 😩 I’m sorry I’m so inactive buttercups. THIS WILL BE THE BEST I CAN GIVE FOR NOW 😭 🤧 🤚

SO SPOILERS FOR THE ARCHON QUEST Ch IV: We will be Reunited

It’s canon divergence for this fic as instead of Aether leaving the ruins and just being a mourning confused sweetheart, he goes detective mode 🕵️‍♂️

but since he’s so recognizable with his foreign getup and gigantic reputation in Teyvat, he goes undercover (no this will not be a spy au- or at least I’ll try not to make it a spy one😭 )

His undercover involves cross dressing because I just really want to make a pretty aether who defies gender norms 💅🏻

His fit is basically a whole ass traditional esque Liyue or Inazuma inspired depending on how far the divergence I want to make this (I’m pretty sure I’ll try to mix his whole traditional female fit with a variety and not just one culture👏 )

HIS HAIRRR!!! since they don’t have colored contacts (in their timeline so far anyways) his eyes would be pretty recognizable bc he’s very distinct!! Very otherworldly our sweet charming Aether! so he does the next best thing and it’s HAIR COLOR!! 💇‍♀️

Hair dye doesn’t exist during the time where the countries we’ve been in were inspired from so he changes his hair color via natural environmental things like the ancient civilizations!

Anyways, Aether has light colored hair which is also very distinct since there’s not really a color like that in Teyvat (IN MY FIC OFC 😩 🤚) and with his very distinct features he really needs to hide it so his chances of being found are slimmer

BUTTT!!! as I’ve said before he can’t change his eye color with fakes so he has to hide his other most distinguishable feature!

HES GOING TO WEAR MAKE UP 👏 🙌 like the pretty eyeliners Xiao and Zhongli got going on but red and very hmm, sexy?? No no, feminine ish?? it’s hard to describe so I’ll find a reference picture of a character’s make up later and post it!!

BUT HIS HAIRSTYLE IS GONNA BE LIKE THOSE KOREAN DRAMA UHH ROYAL ONES like the little low bun with a hair pin stuck there??? god help me it’d look so good!! (I’ll try to share some art that I’m trying to draw to give me some inspiration for more!!)

besides his looks (bc my mind has been on that for so long) this will be based on after a week after running into Lumine

BUT DURING THAT WEEK HES PREPPING!

Paimon is very against this undercover thing but she lets him be solely bc Aether looks so determined and she thinks that’s better than a mourning and gloomy aether

aether doesn’t tell anyone else about his planning but barely anyone sees him during his prep week and even then it looks like he’s in a rush so ppl barely have time to talk to him

so the day he goes “missing,” or when he blends in as a citizen and starting his undercover thing he’s got going on, everyone is like: !!! where frend?!?!

It isn’t super obvious that he’s gone missing, or as they thought, since they won’t notice until a week or two bc they know he travels a lot and is super busy esp recent days but when no one hears a whisper in the wind or any commissions that Aether usually takes disappear then alarm bells start ringing

obv they can’t just abandon posts but there’s ears out and they’re super worried 😔

Xiao is very concerned and is always up and about either searching or is up on the balcony or at the highest mountain tops just watching for a hint of his existence (he even thought about heading to monstadt to look) 🏔

Zhongli Xiansheng IS VERY CONCERNED 🍵 even if he’s just so out of it while doing paperwork during his work hours, often contemplating about any signs or anything relating about the resident outlander

Childe well,,,, 👺 he’s in Snezhnaya first and foremost and doesn’t hear anything until a week or two (3-4 weeks after ppl notice he’s gone) before he’s set to return back to his post in Liyue. Even if Childe is fatui and is very well informed, he was busy with family and just a LOT of paperwork bc u can’t tell me being a harbinger that’s out on expeditions isn’t a lot of paperwork and meetings and a whole bunch of shit 🗿

Xinyan, Xiangling, Chongyun and Xingqiu are conspiring with one another there’s not much else to say than that. They’re just there making theories and sometimes acting on them as they eat in the confines of the Guhua clan’s residence or at Wangmin’s

The Qixing are very sneaky but very worried, they can’t extend much of their resources to search for him even if they owe a lot and have formed attachment bc they have duties and Liyue comes before that

Their spy network doe is very dry since there’s no information flowing in about traveler and it frustrates them very much!! Ganyu as cute and busy as she is, is even more concerned and a workaholic cause she needs to get her mind off of it before she stresses even more in worrying 😓

THE MONSTADT TEAM!!!

Knights of favonius you already know 🙌

Jean is concerned and often when on break contemplates out looking out in the window wondering where or how he’s gone (don’t tell anyone but she’s spending her free time looking for clues and reading up on things! Lisa helps doe, they’re seen almost all the time together just reading books and talking quietly as they bounced ideas and concerns with one another)

Kaeya is already hand in hand with his sus friends that which are his spies 🥴🤪😼 but things are also not popping up and he’s just yknow.... nothing on his hands 🤷‍♀️ he is actually more productive in his work than procrastinating on it bc he needs brain juice working and when he finishes it his mind can just go around like a hamster ball as he thinks about the situation

Diluc with his network of information is also left with nothing tangible to grasp that would help with finding Aether or Paimon and he is frustrated even if he doesn’t show it. He’s all grumpy and is more prone to take up his stand at the bar hoping to gain information from any blabbers but it’s fruitless 👊 😔 his night patrols are quiet most of the time so most nights he spends time thinking about it or searching for Aether!! or as much as he can anyway

KLEE!! 😭 🤧 is super worried, comes out of solitary confinement only to see everyone busy and serious faced and she’s so confused like ??? So when she asks everyone just looks solemn or puts on a smile to tell her everything is fine or they’re busy or a case came up but she finds out after Aether isn’t there for his roundly baby sitting to take her to places to fish bombing and when she asks Albedo she finds out that way too

Albedo is... quiet, tries researching and consulting the books of alchemy that would help with tracking someone down but it can’t really do much. He tries to attend more meetings now to see if there’s anymore information they learned or gain but is ultimately disappointed when none are given. It’s hard taking care of a sad Klee when he’s also worried (so they’re just a ball of cute sadness)

Sucrose and Noelle hang in the library just looking for ways to help or researching as well as tracking Aether’s steps!! They bond though, and they run into Amber and Eula who are also in conversations with one another trading ideas with one another on their theories and ideas. They’re super concerned and Amber is this close 🤏 to cry and yell bc she remembers her first day with Aether and she just wants him to be okay 🥺

Venti 🧐 is basically just tiring himself out as he no longer has a gnosis to boost his OG elemental powers so he’s just tired as he’s consistently using and expanding his powers far more than the limit he should pass. Dvalin has tried to get him to rest but this shit ain’t working. Windrise is not doing wonders rn 😫 🤚 if anything it makes him more determined and more pushy with himself to just do more bc it reminds him of Aether.

Mona tries to scry but its fruitless and she goes even more broke bc she’s using resources to find any possible way to help enhance her Hydromancy to help find Aether (all she knows is he’s alive bc his constellations still reside in the sky) she does get frustrated and tends to have all nighters once in awhile in her determination to just FIND

The Adventurers are just clueless and try to do the commission Aether normally does thinking he may show up there or have left signs, they ask ppl they meet to see if they’ve seen him and even rope in Razor to help them search in the wild throes of Teyvat (it’s not very fruitful)

Anyways before I basically just spoil my whole Fic plot line 👩🏻‍🦽🙎🏻‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧎‍♀️

BASICALLY THEY WILL MEET AETHER AGAIN!! and how?? Well, when I actually write this fic you’ll know 🥴💁🏻‍♀️

[tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo]

christopher velez - run

aka: get back here, u rat

Author’s Note: This is the second fic in the Boyfriend/Bestfriend Series @zabdidaddi and I are doing! The tone of this one is very different from the first, so we hope you enjoy it! <3     -m.n.

Pairings: Richard - best friend, Christopher - love interest

Warnings: This is the funniest thing I’ve ever written in my life. Jay and I were laughing so hard over this thing, I swear.

Word Count: 1.1k+

***

You saw him before he saw you. His hair was blond now and his face was turned away from you, but there was no mistaking the figure - it was Richard.

You dropped your suitcase and ran as fast as you could, jumping onto his back piggy-back style.

“Rich!” you yelled, and kissed the top of his head.

“Oh my god, shawty!” he was visibly frightened, but didn’t drop you. “You can never just say hi, can you?” he laughed after his recovery.

“Not to you,” you said, slipping off his back to give him a hug.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N),” he said squeezing you tight. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Thanks for the plane ticket to come see you!” you said. “This tour has been so long.”

“Anytime, shawty,” he said. “I’ve missed you.”

“Do you need help with your suitcase?” A handsome boy you hadn’t noticed before stepped forward.

“Oh, sure!” you smiled at him uncertainly.

“(Y/N), this is Joel,” said Richard. “I asked him to come along.” Why did Richard wink at you as he said that?

***

When you arrived in the huge hotel suite the band shared, there were two boys standing over a table, decorating a cake.

The tall one with blond hair looked up immediately.

“You must be (Y/N), I’m Zabdiel,” he said pleasantly.

“And I’m Erick,” said the one with piercing blue eyes. They were both grinning like fools.

“What are you so happy about?” Richard asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Come, look!” Zabdiel said, beckoning you, Richard, and Joel over.

The icing on the cake they decorated said, “Hapee birthday, Richard’s frend :)” in what looked like a first grader’s handwriting. Above “Richard’s frend” was a horrible misspelling of your name, crossed out, and violently covered in sprinkles.

“Zabdi, what is this supposed to be?” Richard asked, scowling.

“A birthday cake. We made it ourselves,” said Zabdiel proudly, looking over at Erick.

Joel’s head was in his hands. “Oh my god, the spelling,” he mumbled, pained.

“Bro.” Erick looked sadly at Joel. “We spent two hours on this.”

“I love it!” you were smiling so hard it hurt. It was hilarious.

“Really?” Zabdiel and Erick perked up.

“Really, this is the best cake I’ve ever seen,” you said, tears streaming out of your eyes from suppressed laughter.

“Oh my god, she’s crying, Zabdi,” said Erick.

“Why are you crying, mi amol?” Zabdiel bent down to look in your eyes, genuinely concerned.

You threw a tragic look at Richard, who smirked. “It’s just that Richard’s never made me a cake before,” you said, voice almost cracking with laughter.

“Oh bebé, I’m sorry,” said Zabdiel seriously, pulling you into a hug. “I will be your best friend now instead.”

“Me too,” said Erick, joining Zabdiel in hugging you.

“Me three,” said an unfamiliar voice, and you suddenly felt a pair of hands low on your waist.

You looked up and there was a handsome boy with floppy hair and a confident smile.

“Who are you?” you asked, not knowing why your heart was fluttering.

“I’m Chris. Who are you?”

“That’s (Y/N),” said Richard, his voice deeper than usual. “And she’s my best friend. When did you get here?”

“Just now,” Chris said, winking at you.

“(Y/N), would you like to see how we did the sprinkles on the cake?” Zabdiel asked.

“Of course,” you said. And while Zabdiel and Erick showed you their cake-decorating techniques, Richard struck up a different conversation with Joel.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Richard asked. “You should talk to her.”

“Yeah, she’s beautiful, but... I-,” faltered Joel, blushing.

“I don’t think she’s beautiful,” Chris interjected.

“What?”

“I think she’s hot.” Chris was grinning.

“Listen here, you little goof,” Richard hissed menacingly. “Stay away from her.”

“Why?”

“She needs someone who’ll take care of her, not flirt with her.”

“Ay, papá, that’s what she has you for.”

***

Once you had all eaten some of the cake, which was surprisingly delicious, Richard’s phone rang.

“It’s Aaliyah,” he said, smiling. “I’ll be in my room.”

“Send her my besitos,” you said, and he nodded.

The moment he was gone, Chris grabbed your hand. His eyes were alight and it made you smile.

“You’re all I can think about, mamí,” he said. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“Where?” Your heart beat.

“Anywhere. To the stars, if you want.”

You glanced at the door Richard disappeared through. He probably wouldn’t mind. “All right,” you said, feeling like a dream.

Chris took you to a really beautiful restaurant in the city. He was attentive and kind, and his laughter was contagious.

You were captivated while he told you about all the places he’d been and things he’d done. “You remind me of Rio de Janeiro,” he said. “When I was walking on the  - oh no.” His eyes moved to something behind you, terror on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“What the heck, Christopher?” You could recognize Richard’s voice without seeing him.

“Oh no, oh no,” Chris mumbled.

“I told you to stay away from her,” Richard boomed, and people started to look at you. You wanted to die right there.

“Richard, just listen,” said Chris weakly.

Richard, however, wasn’t in the mood for talking. He grabbed Chris by the jacket, ready to fight. But Chris slipped away, leaving his jacket in Richard’s hand, and took off screaming.

“Hey! Get back here, you rat!” Richard yelled, sprinting after him.

It was like watching a savage lion chase his prey through the jungle. Chris’s hyper screams reminded you of a chipmunk in distress.

Chris collided with a waiter, who fell down dramatically, while Richard jumped on top of a table. From there, he pounced down on Chris, whose screaming intensified.

You ran after them, pulling on Richard’s shoulders to get him to let go.

“Richard, what in the world-?”

“No, that’s on me, (Y/N),” Christopher wheezed. “He caught me slipping.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I warned him to stay away from you,” said Richard. “He knows he doesn’t deserve you.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“He’s the biggest flirt I’ve ever seen, shawty, and I didn’t want you to get hurt. Why couldn’t you go out with someone normal - like Joel?”

“Rich, you’re not my dad,” you said, tears welling up from emotion. “I think I can make my own decisions, especially on my birthday.” But when you looked at him you saw that tears were trickling out of his eyes too. “Now why are you crying, Richard?”

“Because I made you cry,” he said gently. “I’m sorry. I only ever wanted to protect you.”

“It’s all right, Rich.” You leaned down and hugged him tight. “But I just have one thing to say,” you said, glancing over at Chris.

“What is it, mamí?” Chris looked up at you sheepishly. You took his hand and smiled.

“Run!”

And hand in hand you two sprinted out of the restaurant and into the sunshine, laughing so hard you felt like your side would split.

[taliasburns]

I would say Dani is a Gryffindor and Jamie is a Hufflepuff. Rebecca is a Ravenclaw. Owen is a Hufflepuff and Hannah is a Gryffindor.

okay okay wait but consider

dani a gryffindor (i mean this bitch is fucking brave yall like whew), 

jamie a slytherin (and im looking at all the good traits here babes!!! like shes very closed off and all. cares about her plants and that be it, but then dani comes in and she opens up and then she will go above and beyond for miss clayton yaknow)

owen is a hufflepuff (do i need to explain?? i hope not, mister sharma is a puff and i will die on that hill)

hannah is a ravenclaw (idk i jsut feel like she calculates shit nd all very sweet, very smart but like thinks things thru (except that one thing that we dont talk about bc miss grose did not think that thru huh)

for rebecca id.... go towards hufflepuff or gryff but idk why

and flora is a hufflepuff (soft sweet child, needs to be protected) and miles is a ravenclaw (based on the episode with miles at school and talks with frends)

but thats just my opinions

[aspiestvmusings]

ZEP 109 ANALYSIS

SOME THOUGHTS on 

ZOEY’S EXTRAORDINARY PLAYLIST episode 1x09: 

SPOILERS, BELOW: 

There is a lot that I don’t understand 100% about what the show is trying to do... with Max “pushing* Zoey for answers to his confession of love” & his reaction to her answer about whether he should take the job offer...or even why they keep saying there’s a deep bond between Z & S, when all they’ve established is that they talked to each other about losing their dads & are physically attracted to each other. Or even why Zoey says that they kissed, when in reality he kissed her. Or Simon’s behaviour...which I don’t think is ONLY just about not dealing with his grief...and all that. 

 * I don’t see it as him pushing her or demanding answers or anything like that. But this is the sense many get, hence I used this word 

I hear the showrunner & the characters talk about a “love triangle”, yet I don’t see one (just confused, grieving people). I hear them talk about a deep emotional bond between Z&S, and yet I don’t see it on screen. I see a pretty shallow connection due to their dads - “grief bond” with no actual deeper connection. And though I personally don’t “feel” that they actually feel attraction to the other, I’m willing to admit that perhaps each truly thinks they do...and actually find the other attractive. But nonetheless the story, to me, has clearly been told in a way that showcases the differences of the two men in her life. 

One thing that kinda supports my theories is that while we & Zoey have heard Max sing her actual “love songs” (revealing that the connection they have is love, friendship, romance), then Simon’s “heart songs” have been mostly related to his grief (”Should I stay or should I go” is kinda an exception here). Meaning their connection is based on that, and his grief is what she’s supposed to help him with. All S’s songs have been about his inability to deal with the loss of his dad, and the problems in his life & relationship that have come from this. Which is why I’m still a bit confused why the show is calling it a love triangle, when it doesn’t really seem to be. 

Since they all sing their innermost thoughts, and the songs are related to the feelings they have, and connected to the “problem” Zoey is supposed to help them with, then for Simon that seems to be “everything grief related” (he’s still not dealing with the loss, and it affected his relationship with Jessica..etc)...and I don’t understand why Zoey isn’t more actively helping him with that...instead focusing on “do I possibly have romantic feelings for the man?”, when she & Mo established that if she doesn’t help the person who she hears sing with their problem... that’s not good. I think THIS is the thing that has “confused” me. (but we all know network shows love their love triangles and such drama, so they have to play it like that..). So I really hope that in the coming eps we will see Z. help S. deal with his grief (she has her family, Mo & Max...who help her, but S. doesn’t seem to have any support system...) and “fix him”.

Though there was not much Max or Z/M in this episode, there were a few scenes. The elevator scene & the “what do you think I should do?” scene. And we could see Max is practicing social distancing from Zoey. Because no matter how much he cares about her, and proved he’s a good friend by checking up on her & giving her great advice regarding her dad in last weeks episode, he really was hurt by her. 

Also...one way he can minimize Zoey “reading his mind” is by removing himself from the same room. And since he doesn’t consider her knowing his secret thoughts fair if he can’t hear/know hers, then one effective way to prevent that from happening is not being around her. Maybe he doesn’t want her to hear that despite acting “hurt” he can’t “hate” her. Maybe he doesn’t want her to hear him sing about being hearbroken. Maybe.... In short: minimizing their contact might be related to something as simple as just trying to avoid her knowing his secret feelings... (the outer expressions & inner thoughts not matching)

As to Max saying that she didn’t give him the right answer might’ve been about something else. And though we saw his facial expression change as she was saying that “The Zoey who sang a love song to him will miss sitting across him at the office, but would never stop him going after what he wants”, I think his answer might’ve been about her asking “Was this the right answer?” Cause that seemed to be the thing that made him make his choice. 

Because that implies she was not being 100% honest with him, and instead giving him the answer she thought he wanted to hear. (we saw her do the same with Simon. First asking for his thoughts on the kiss, before revealing her thoughts...so she could base her choise on the other persons choice) It kinda does imply that she still doesnt know how she feels, and isn’t doing what she herself wants. Instead trying to guess what he think she wants her to say. Which is not what Max wants her to do. He wants her to be sure of her choice. Make her own choices. (and unlike many viewers seem to think... I don’t think he’s actually pressuring  her, or demanding a love confession as a response to his own. I see it as him listing the “facts” (options), and asking her for her take on it all.

I kinda think he made his decision because she asked “was this the answer you wanted?” more than anything else. Because this tells him that she doesn’t know what she wants. Though her answer “as the Zoey who sang that she is his...romantically” being so “not personal” might’ve also played a part.   And there’s another plot in this episode that actually gives us a hint what the whole “Max promoted to 6th floor” thing is about. 

                     < Edited for clarity: As said, I think her adding “was that the answer you wanted to hear” sealed the deal. But... if we look at what Ava told him on the 6th floor on that Saturday, then he was also looking for a different answer in general. An honest answer, and that she’s had some clarity about her feelings (and them) and all that. And also... some indication of a possible future possibility of them. 

But... she have him no such answer (or hope), she included her answers as her boss, and friend, but left out the answer as “a romantic possibility”. (cause based on those 1x08 songs all Max knows is that she has feelings for 2 men & he’s one of the possibilities...yet she’s not showing any indication that she’s leaning towards the possibility of them M/Z.) And I think the order of her answer matters, too. She first replies as his boss, then his friend (and completely leaving out the third pole...which they both know based on the heart song is a role she has, because the songs reveal the persons secret inner feelings). And they’ve been friends for so long, but she’s been his boss for just a short time. So to prioritize that role over friends...gotta hurt, too. And in general her reply was centered around work and work hours - she’ll miss sitting across from him in the office, not that she’ll miss their friends movie nights...

So he’s gotta make a move... instead of just waiting for something that’s never gonna happen.  Cause we might know/see more, but all he knows is the little she’s shared with him. So to his knowledge the heart song is the ONLY indication she’s even considering “them”. He is a romantic at heart, and he “put himself out there”, yet she’s not given him any real answers (all the things she said in 1x07 that he then understood as “she just needs time because of her dad thing, and everything else” and accepted as we saw based on the 1x07 end elevator scene, and was willing to wait and give her space, became “untruths” in his eyes in next episode. So even if she spoke the truth then, he doesn’t believe those words anymore, so for him she has no clarity on the whole thing, and she’s not given him any “hope” or “answers”.)  Edited for clarity />

Unless my other hunch is correct... That Ava is on a spy mission, and the whole recruiting thing is a plan related to the competition for a piece of code between 4th Floor & 6th Floor that is happening in the next episode.  Cause there are just to many coincidences: she approaches him on a day when the 4th Floor boss is gone (on a tech conference...which she might know because of the glitch in the watch software that shared everyones calendar events with everyone else...). And it was just luck that this followed an even where Max showed that he’s good at thinking on his feet (he actually did save the pitch by joining Zoey)  And we learned his past good work has also been noticed: the escape room.  This job offer also happens just before the company is about to get an important “job”. Too many coincidences. 

And maybe Zoey/we are all wrong, and Joan & Leif both taking that same day off doesn’t mean they’re together, but that Leif is working on another side-project. We’ve seen his sketchy moves with Joan. We know he wanted the job Zoey got. So how do you “hurt” your competitor? You tear her team apart. It could be that Leif is behind this transfer. Cause last episode also told us that everyone in the office are actually very aware of what’s going on between Max & Zoey (interrupting them, hearing their talks & noticing that they’re not hanging out as much lately...which even Simon noticed. So he might’ve overheard them OR he saw S/Z kiss.). So the timing was also good cause IF there would be truth in this then Leif would know the best frends are going through a rough patch, so it was worth to take the gamble (he maybe couldn’t be 100% sure Max wold take the offer, but he might’ve been quite certain)

So much for wild theories.... (This one is topped only by Simon being behind the transfer...to eliminate his competition... when it comes to Zoey. Which I don’t think is true, but oh....what drama it would allow to be written...where he’s not aware that she can hear his secret thoughts & hence will find out. I would want this to be true ONLY for that scene) And though it’s 95% certain that both J & L “missing from the office” at the same day/time is no coincidence (read: they were together...which only makes me want to know more...is Leif playing her because he knows she wrote the peer review or ...not), and everything implies that Joan could not just “end it”, I sometimes enjoy coming up with wild/fun theories...

One thing that maybe supports this theory of mine is the actors (Skyler Astin, who playes Max) comment that he started to call the 6th floor DRK POINT... which if we follow the SPRQ POINT logic gives us “DARK POINT” instead of “SPARK POINT”...meaning there is something sketchy going on. 

And obviously he’s not gonna stay on the 6th floor, so something has to happen for him to return/be returned. Either it’s a scham, or someone (Joan, The Team, Zoey) “fight for him” & get him to return to the 4th Floor.  

Also..the whole Max/Aca convo in the dark 6th floor parallels his “romantic storyline with Zoey”: 

Max: I hadn’t really planned on making a move. Things are pretty fine for me on the 4th Floor.

Ava: Are they? Or are you stuck treading water? Waiting for something to happen that maybe never will? 

Again...if we apply these words to the M/Z situation, then it fits, too. He’s “fine” with how things are going with them. And then the scary boss lady makes him question if he really is OK with it. Or is he stuck...waiting for something to happen between them... (for Z. to admit her feelings..etc) ...that may never happen... and as a romantic at heart... he needs to know if there’s a future possibility...

The whole 1x09 Z & S plot was a shortened version of what’s been happening between Z & M in several past episodes. Zoey was reacting to Simon not giving her a clear answer. It actually tells us a lot about Z&M, and parallels that story. 

Z: We have a chemistry & a bond that is undeniable. I guess I was hoping that after the kiss you’d have some clarity about all of it.  Clarity you still don’t have, and maybe never will. So... I have to make a change instead of just sitting around and waiting & hoping for something to happen. So this is me saying to you..officially... I can’t, and I won’t do this anymore. 

If we apply this to the other duo, then the parallrels are obvious. What Zoey was feeling (about Simon’s answers) is exactly what/how Max has been feeling  about her answers to him. And the whole quote/dialogue by Zoey summarizes the other pairings story perfectly: Instead of clear answers Max has gotten vague half-truths from Zoey. If we change a few words/details (”after the kiss” = “after the flash-mob”, then this fits them, too). 

And just like Zoey claims she can’t just wait for Simon to have clarity (which he can’t cause he’s not letting himself go through the stages of grief propely..etc) about his feelings,  while hoping something to happen, same applies to Max decision in this episode. His talk with the 6th floor boss tells us that this could’ve been a speech given from Max to Zoey. Cause this is exactly what he’s done by taking the job offer. He can’t just sit around waiting for her to catch up/for something to happen. This is him saying “no mo’” 

Both for his & her’s sake. Cause he really needs her to be true to her words, and be 100% honest with him. Tell him how she feels. And he really does “deserve” an answer, not sort-of-answers (avoiding giving him a clear answer...no matter what it is). And she needs to make up her mind on her own, and do what she wants, not what she thinks she should do in his opinion. He wants her to choose on her own...without telling her what she has to do. He has shown her his cards (love confession via flash mob, saying that he’d choose love over lust...but she needs to make her own choice), and now it’s her turn. 

This show is known for doing parallel stories. The work related story paralllels the personal storyline of the episode. In 1x08 there was a “glitch” in the watch program & a “glitch” in Zoey’s powers. And trying to fix them led to new issues arising. In 1x08 we heard about Tobin & Leifs SPELLaversary tradition..and in the end Leif sang "I put a SPELL on you” to Joan. And so on... 

This all leads me to a theory I've had about a coming song/dance number, and this weeks episode told me what the song has to be...IMO. To “solve” all this Zoey has to do a surprise flash-mob performance for Max. To Christina Aguilera’s “What a girl wants”, because if I look at the story so far, then those lyrics summarize the situation (whole s1 arc) almost perfectly. And since there have been kind-of spoilery rumours about another “heart song with a twist” happening later in S1, it matches. Just like the 1x06 flash-mob was real., so will be this one. And this time its not Zoey thinking that Max is just singing her his heart-song (it’s not real), now Max will think that Zoey’s “glitching” again... until he realizes that its real. 

As for Simon... I hope the show is not gonna go with the message: “Since he didn’t mean to do it then that makes it ok that he hurt his fiancee, and his grief-buddy" Even IF it really was all unintentional & he’s behaviour is all due to grief, that doesn’t make it OK to go to her house late at night without telling your life partner, it doesn’t make it OK to kiss her (when you’re still engaged)  just because she gave you signals that she’s into you... Nope... he can’t take that back. And him being a “good guy, who is just a mess” doesn’t make it  OK. 

But... I am not so sure Simon’s not sketchy. I mean... he & Jessica clearly had problems before he ever got to SPRQ POINT. She seemed to want to help him, but didn’t really get him. He didn’t really confide in her, and really let her in on his feelings. Also... Jessica’s jealousy (the whole Zoey) thing could very well have roots somewhere... so perhaps this isn’t the first time he’s pursued other women, while being in a relationship? Of course it’s possible Jessica simply is/was jealous by nature, but maybe she has a reason/experience from past?  

As for S & Z: their whole connection in built on a lie. He thinks she actually gets him, when that’s not true - she knows about his “grief” only thanks to her superpower. And you can’t really build a lasting relationship on “lies”... even if there is a connection (shared grief experience) that came AFTER the initial lie. Just think about when/if Simon finds out how/why it all began... that’s not gonna go as well as Max finding out about the games she played with him (that unnecessarily hurt Autumn in the end)...

So there are two big things they can play with in the future that will help create the big drama they love - S. finding out that it all started because of Z’s superpower (she cheated in the game) and not because she could emotionally connect on her own. And in a nearer future Max finding out about the 1x08 Z/S kiss. Which has to come from her, directly, if she plans to stay true to her promise to be completely honest with him. And third could be S. finding out about the powers. (part of me thinks it should happen, part of me thinks it shouldn’t happen in S1)

Either way... we know that there are going to be scenes/moments (heart songs) from/with both of the men. Whether these are “love songs” or “heartbreak songs” or “angry songs” or... something other... we don’t know for sure..yet. 

But we do know that there are ONLY THREE EPISODES left of this  season. 1x10 on April 19th, 1x11 on April 26th & 1x12 Finale on May 3rd. And the finale brings us a very special “heart song” from/with one of the two men. So there are clear sings that by/in the S1 finale the show will “commit” to one of the ships. And since we have small bits & pieces about the coming eps & finale, we can put together a part of the puzzle already. And though it seems that the Finale will sadly be when Zoey says goodbye to her dad, there seems to be lot more going on. Work stuff/Team song, guest appearances by some past characters, Zoey revealing her truths and... more....

THE END 

[kevindayprotectionsquad]

The Foxes and their totally real horseback experience

Okay, so, I made this in the Kindle app notes on like my second or third reread of the Kings Men so bear with me, but here is how I think horseback riding went for the Foxes. This is also loosely based on my own experiences lol!  

Neil: The vacation was his idea, so he feels obligated to join when it is decided (suggested by Allison) to go horseback riding. He is actually super nervous go, both because of his injuries and because he’s never even seen a horse up close before. It helps to see the upperclassmen (and Nicky) so excited. He never even had a fish growing up, so he has no animal experience, and doesn’t understand how he is supposed to control a whole horse. On a good day, where he was feeling himself and not like a walking pin cushion, he would struggle with the concept of riding. Now he has to worry both about not hurting himself more AND control an animal that is much bigger than him. Luckily he gets a sweet, old gray horse that just follows the other horses, and doesn’t even need Neil. 

Andrew: Is. Absolutely. Terrified. Internally screaming the entire time, but will not admit it. He refuses to look like a wimp in front of everyone. When they are brushing the horses, he is holding the brush as far away from him as possible. The pinto pony swishes her tail and stomps at a fly, and it takes everything in Andrew to not jump out of his skin. Neil has to talk him into finishing brushing her. He makes sure Neil is on safe first before even worrying about getting on himself. He contemplates just walking away, but forces himself (with a pep talk from Neil) to get on the pony. He wants to be offended they gave him a tiny pony, but he is also grateful he doesn’t have to get on anything bigger. He has exactly zero trust in the pony. He spends the entire ride counting down until he can be done with the whole thing. 

Kevin: Poor Kevin also struggles with the concept of riding. It’s not like exy where he is in complete control of his racket and where he sends the ball. Horses think for themselves, so whats stopping them from killing all humans? He tries to tell himself this is just another sport, and that he can do it. He pays close attention to the instructions on how to get the horse to walk, how to steer, and how to stop. He starts to feel more confident... Until his horse starts walking. The bay mare is absolutely not going to hurt him, but she also isn’t going to let him just sit there. If he wants her to stop, he has to make her stop. He has the “I don’t want to hurt her” mentality, and she takes advantage of him. By the end of the ride, he has gotten the hang of it, and has decided he loves the mare. He secretly named her Athena. He thought it was fitting. 

Aaron: Also. Absolutely. Terrified. Just like Andrew. Does not trust his pinto pony. He thinks he’s too good for the whole thing, but he will be damned if he is going to be shown up by Neil and Andrew. He stays as far from the pony as possible. When he finally gets on, he realizes sitting there is not that bad, but as soon as the pony starts walking he goes into Panic Mode. It doesn’t help that the pony keeps getting left behind and speeding up to catch back up with the the others. Aaron is only happy when he is safely on the ground on his own two feet. 

Nicky: Is so excited. His favorite part is grooming his horse. He loves how soft the horses are. Especially their noses. He sneaks pictures of the twins brushing (being terrified) their ponies. He loves that the twins got matching ponies. When he is on, he really wants to gallop, but thinks trotting is too fast. Luckily his black gelding is the patient sort, and knows when Nicky is asking for more than he can handle, and takes good care of him. Nicky has an absolute blast. 

Matt and Dan: They feed off each others energy and have similar reactions to the horses. They are in awe and want to learn as much as they can about the horses. Dan asks a million questions and Matt is right next to her listening carefully. Matt doesn’t want help putting his saddle on and accidentally puts it on backwards. Luckily, the sorrel gelding forgives Matt when he gives him a cookie. Dan loves how bold her black mare is, but is a little nervous to get on. She gets over it quickly when she see Matt get on. He is immediately having fun, and Dan doesn’t want to miss out. Matt decides he wants a horse ranch when he retires. Dan lets him dream. 

Renee: This isn’t Renee’s first time around horses. She participated in a horse therapy program for at risk youth after escaping the gang, and actually really enjoyed it. It was similar to the trail ride operation.The gray mare she is assigned to loves her, and Renee loves her right back. No one is shocked. Everyone loves Renee, why wouldn’t animals love her as well. She happily chills in the back of the group, letting the mare pick her own pace. 

Allison: This is also not Allison’s first time around horses. Horseback riding is a rich person’s game. The social aspect, the fashion, the blatant flaunting of money. When she was younger, before exy, Allison rode competitively. She was an eventer, much to her parents dismay. They wanted her to be a hunter/jumper. Thats what all the other girls in the family’s circle of frends were doing. But Allison loved the thrill of going full speed on a cross country course, the adrenaline rush she got in a stadium jumping jump off, and loved all eyes being on her in the dressage ring. The hunter ring didn’t offer her any of that, and she gave it all up for exy. She doesn’t regret it. A trail ride with her teammates isn’t the same, but she gets quite the kick out of watching them all trying to figure the horses out. The trail guide gives her the difficult chestnut mare and Allison has to chuckle to herself. She always loved the sassy ones. Up until the trail ride, Allison had never shared her horse person side with her teammates, but she couldn’t help but show off a little. Seeing all their faces when she sends her borrowed horse over a fallen tree was priceless. 

[usopp-writes]

I went shopping and came home with more than was on the list

Tagging @one-piece-26 since it’s basic a MaTch story, but with a twist.

Also, Marco is a female in this story, as I wanted to try something else. Still spelled Marco, the explanation for this comes in the story.

Marco looked at the shopping list, frowning. It was a rather long list, but they had run out on so many things, as Thatch hadn’t had much time lately to do the shopping. It was why Marco had decided to do this for Thatch. However, it wasn’t an easy task, as Marco didn’t know where half of the things on where. A sigh was heard, before the blonde went to ask an employee for help.

“Oh that’s a really long list.” A freckled young man grinned, seeing Marco’s list and then he took it. “Come, I’ll help you with it. It’s a slow day anyway.” The freckled male started to walk and Marco followed him. Ace was his name, according to the name tag. “Usual Thatch does the shopping, but he’s been busy lately and I decided to help him out, yoi.” Marco felt the need to explain why she didn’t know where half of it was.

Ace was still grinning. “Ah so you’re pomp’s girl?” Grey eyes eyed her shortly, before he put some stuff into her cart. “He’s a lucky guy. Told me how you disliked shopping, so that you do this, is a big thing. He’s going to love you more.” Ace continued the conversation.

Marco was a little surprised, but then shrugged it off. Thatch shopped in this store regulary and he was a social and bright person, so that Ace knew him wasn’t that surprising. Now that she thought about it, Marco could recall that Thatch had mentioned Ace a few times too. As an adorable young freckled male and Marco had to admit that her boyfriend was right. Ace was cute.

“I would like to think I’m the lucky one. He can have just anybody and he want me. I’m not good in a kitchen or at shopping and he does it with pleasure, yoi.” She smiled happily. Ace’s grin never faded from his face, as he walked around with her, filling her cart more and more.

“Anyway, I was starting to get worried about him, as I haven’t seen him in a while, but then I thought he went shopping when I was off, as my shifts has changed. Seems he just have been busy. A shame, as I enjoyed talking to him.” Ace had crossed out the items on her list. They were almost done and she thanked God that she liked to work out, because it would be heavy to bring into their house.

She looked from the almost filled cart and to Ace. “Why don’t you just give me your number and I can see if I can talk him into hanging out with you after work? He loves getting new friends, yoi.” She wondered why Thatch hadn’t long ago done this. After all, it seemed that Ace liked to see Thatch around.

Ace blushed lightly and turned to get some cans for her. “I shouldn’t...” He mumbled and Marco was curious what that was about. She tried to remember what Thatch had tld her about Ace, but couldn’t recall anything else right now. Well, she wouldn’t mind Thatch hanging out with Ace, so she would give them a chance.

Ripping off some paper from the noteboo she always had on her, she wrote down her number, as she wouldn’t give Thatch’s number to anyone without his permission. “What about this? I’ll give you my number and if you want to hang out, you can write me, yoi.”

Hesitantly Ace took the note and Marco noticed the smile and grin had faded. She just smiled and looked at the list that was all crossed out. “Thank you for your help, Ace. I would be in here for hours if it hadn’t been for you. I’ll leave a review on the website, yoi.”

-x-

“I love you so much.” Thatch smiled, before pulling Marco close, giving her a deep kiss. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. For a moment all that excited, was them and their bodies. As the kiss broke, Marco’s eyes shined with pure happiness. Thatch gently caressed her cheek, love shinning in his eyes.

A soft chuckle left her. “Thought I would do something nice for you, since you’re always so nice to me, yoi.” She didn’t let go of her, loving to hold him close. “Also, I met Ace. Really a lovely young man. Why haven’t you befriended him outside work, yoi?” Her eyebrow was slightly raised.

Thatch scratched the back of his neck. “I tried, but we had a misunderstanding and I think he’s feeling awkward about it. You see, he thought I was flirting with him and was confused when I mentioned you and tol dme straight out that he didn’t want to be a secret fling.” He chuckled lightly, making Marco snort.

“Told you enough times that you’re a big flirt.” She gave him a soft kiss. “Anyway, I gave him my number, because I’m sure you two will hit off well. He did say he’d missed you, yoi.” Her arms left his neck. “It’s up to him now, yoi.”

Thatch took her hand and kissed it lightly. “You are the most wonderful girlfriend a man could ever have.” Smiling, Marco went back to the couch and Thatch headed to the kitchen, where he would make a wonderful dinner for her.

-x-

A week later, a text from an unknown number came to Marco. She frowned lightly, but smiled brightly when reading it. It was from Ace, saying that if Thatch wanted to hang out, he wold be in the Rip-Off bar Friday from 9 pm. Marco texted back, writing she will tell Thatch that. Short after, another text popped up, Ace giving her thumbs up.

-x-

After the first evening out, Thatch and Ace son became good friends. Marco didn’t feel left behind, as Ace was just as charming and friendly as he’d been the first time she met him. He started to hang out with her too and both of them at the same time.

“... That is how Luffy got his scar.” Ace laughed, as he poured his fourth portion of food onto the plate. By now, both Marco and Thatch had gotten used to how much Ace ate. Marco suspected a high metabolism, but was still not that close with the younger male to ask him about it. She knew he had narcolepsy, after he fell asleep while taking on his boots.

“Your brother sounds like he’s a danger to himself, yoi.” Marco chuckled. She loved to hear Ace talk about his ‘brothers’. It was so clear that Ace loved them dearly and that they would always be part of his life. She looked forward to meet them one day.

Ace snorted. “He’s a walking disaster, but always have the Devil’s Luck with him. Besides great friends, who keeps him at bay most of the time. The group he’s frends with are the oddest group I’ve ever seen, but thhey fit together with Luffy there.” Ace shrugged. “Anyway, why is your name spelled M-A-R-C-O? Isn’t it a man’s name?”

“It’s because the nurse and doctor messed up when I was born. Not that they thought I was a boy, but my mother said Mako and they heard Marco and wrote it like that, yoi.” Marco shrugged. She was used to people asking her about it and it didn’t really bother her. In fact, employers often thought she was a man, even if she had a picture on her applications, so she was called for an interview more often than others, when she needed a job after school.

Ace laughed at that and Thatch smiled softly. He’d heard the story many times, but it was funny though. What doctor and nurse would make that mistake? He didn’t mind how her name was spelled or pronounced. Some said Mako, others Marco and as long as she wasn’t bothered, neither was he.

-x-

“Marco...” Thatch looked at her, as she sat next to him, cuddled up against his side, while they watched a movie - one they had seen a dozen of times, but it was just background noise to their cuddling session. She hummed, inidacting she was still awake and listening.

“About Ace... I don’t know how to say it, but .... Well ... Remember when I said he thought I was flirting and turned me down because I had told him about you?” Thatch sounded a little uncertain and insecure, something that he rarely was and Marco titled her head to look at him, before shifting her position, sitting on his lap.

“Spit it, yoi.” She looked into his eyes, demanding he said what he had to her face. Thatch bit his lip lightly, before speaking his mind. “I felt a little upset, because I ... uhm ... felt attracted to him and while I could never dream of cheating on you, I ... I still feel that way around him and lately ... Marco I love you and you know me, but ...”

He was cut off by her lips against his, hands slowly going under his shirt. “I would lie to say I didn’t feel the same around Ace. Want him to join us? Or do you want him alone? If it’s the latter, I only wish the same, yoi.” She spoke against his lips, while she teasingly let her hands dance over his skin.

Thatch shuddered and smirked at her words. “Why not just ease him into our relationship? With him around, I feel even more complete, something I thought wasn’t possible. I think I’m falling in love with him too.” He wrapped his arms around her.

She hummed pleased and wrapped her arms around him, still under his shirt and placed her head on his chest. “I love you, Thatch, but I do feel I’m falling for the freckled male too, yoi.”

-x-

Ace leaned back, sitting in th emiddle of the couch, Marco and Thatch at each side of him. At first he had politely declined to sit between them, but since Marco and Thatch only sat next to each other when they had a cuddling session, he had hesitantly accepted. Now he didn’t mind, actually liking it.

Marco shifted her position and used the armrest as back support and placed her legs on Ace’s lap. It was summer and she was wearing a sundress, which went to her mid tighs. Doing this, the dress showed more of her legs than usual, though she didn’t think further about it, being comfortable around Ace.

The freckled boy did blush lightly, as Marco had never done anything like this before. He eyed Thatch, who absently had started to caress her feet, making her sigh happily. Ace swallowed heavy, fighting down the blush and tried to act casual, though he did like the sight and the feeling of her legs.

“I’m sure she’ll love it if you caressed her legs.” Thatch’s voice suddenly sounded in his ear and had him almost jolt. His words made Ace blush and stare with eyes wide open at Thatch. He’d just thought that it would be nice to do that. COuld Thatch read minds?

Thatch smirked and used his free hand to cup Ace’s face. “You’re so cute when blushing.” He leaned his face a little forward. “Makes it harder to resist you.” Ace could feel Thatch’s breath against his lips and it had him shudder.

A chuckle behind him did snap him out of his thoughts though. “Thatch that’s not how you do it with Ace, yoi.” Marco shifted her position again and moved to sit on her knees, facing Ace, who’d turned his attention towards her. His mind went completely blank, not really processing what was going on.

“Ace. Do you like us? As in more than you think you should, yoi?” Marco asked him in all seriousness. Swallowing heavily, Ace nodded, not really able to deny it any longer. Not with how intense her stare was or how her hands on his lap felt like. She smiled at his answer and leaned forward, kissing his cheek, before whispering something into his ear. “We feel the same, so it’s okay for you to show it. If you want to, of course. We would love to take our relationship to the next level, making you our lover, yoi.”

Ace’s eyes widened lightly and he felt the heat going to his face. A polyamory relationship? Was that really possible? Was it allowed? He blinked. Was he seriously thinking about accepting the proposal? Yes he was. He wanted them both. He’d never felt this content in his life before. Well, not content like this. He was content with Luffy and Sabo, but it was different with Marco and Thatch.

He realized that Marco was still only inches away from his face and he acted before his insercirties and doubts could get the better of him. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her, humming pleased, as she kissed him back. Next to him, Thatch let his fingers go through Ace’s hair, proving it was alright.

As he broke the kiss with Marco, she was smiling happily, but he didn’t get to say anything or try and take it back, before his face was turned and another pair of lips was placed on his. His heart was beating fast and he felt like he’d butterflies in his stomach, but he also felt happy. It just felt right.

“I take this as a yes, love.” Thatch smiled, as he broke the kiss with Ace. A goofy grin formed on the younger male’s lips. “Guess I can’t settle with just one person. I’m greedy.” He felt a boost of confidence filling him.

“Neither can we, yoi.” Marco grinned, before giving Thatch a short kiss, while still sitting on Ace’s lap. Who would have thought that her shopping on that day would bring more than just the needed groceries?