#this was just me wanting to write bianca calling out for her dad and him coming to save her

[happyk44]

Dying doesn't scare her. It's strange - she feels too at peace with the idea. But leaving Nico behind without a proper goodbye? That horrifies her. Something crawls up in her throat as she hacks at wires and a shoddy control panel. A stray wire flickers and stings her wrist.

He's in danger, she thinks and it hits her with such a velocity that she can't breathe. Her little brother, lightning, shattered brick, the volume of destruction, the intensity of death, her mother gone. He's in danger.

She's in danger. What is she doing here?

Like light through a fog, clarity bursts through her. Her stomach curdles. Flashes of moments twirl through her mind. They're vague and spotty, grayed over and missing pieces, missing bits. But the wisps of them strengthen her resolve. She needs to get out, she needs to protect her brother, she needs to protect the others.

(an older boy tells her she doesn't need to defend him from monsters, darkness clings around his chest like a bandage as they keep to the shadows and slowly trudge home, it's not your job to save me, he says, and she knows that but she makes the choice every time anyway)

(we're chthonic, she says, we have to stick together)

(my father protects them, she says, I will protect you)

The robot shudders and she crumbles to the ground. No, no, no, she thinks.

(a little girl with beautifully dark angel wings hides under a tree, and Nico is there and he's small and gentle, and shadows roll off the tips of their fingers as they encourage her to try)

Bianca shoves herself up. Stray sparks sting across her face.

(pain cuts through her like a knife and Nico is crying and her knees are buckling and her father grabs her before she falls and pulls Nico in with them and he loves us he loves us he loves he loves us)

The exit crunches, impassable, as the robot bends and falls. Her body flies, tumbles and slams into metal and she can feel it coming before it does, feels the electricity from the wires outside strum hot and heavy and dangerous across the robot's external body, knows it will careen through to the inside, knows it will shock her, knows she'll die like her mother, like her mother, like her mother, and Nico will scream like he did before, he will scream and cry, unable to stop feeling, so sensitive to every living thing around him, and her father, her father, her father.

Papa, she thinks. The inside crunches down even further. She'll be crushed. It won't be enough.

The shock will kill her first.

She knows it. She knows it.

She knows.

She knows her father loves her. She knows he'll protect her no matter what. She knows the feel of his arms around her, the gentle timber of his voice, the way he rubs her back when she's sick, how he held her hand when she walked into dark waves and how he carries her off to bed when she was too tired or stubborn to go on her own.

She knows the darkness of his eyes, the pallor of his skin. How jewels shine brighter when they rest on his fingers. She knows the crease of his smile. She knows the sound of his laugh.

Her left foot breaks as a metal slab snaps and collapses on top of her. Her ribs - cracked. There's a fracture in her jaw and shoulder, she's sure of it. She struggles to draw herself up as small as possible. The pain distracts from the calm in her chest. He's not there yet, but she can see him, a black angel. She's held his hand, she's been carried by him, she's held his scythe, she's kissed his cheek.

She is not afraid.

But now is not the time.

"PAPA," she screams, as death descends towards her, unrelenting. Electricity shudders through metal as everything crashes. It rolls fast, determined as a lightning strike.

Then darkness swallows her whole.

Pale hands hold hers. Beneath her skin, she can feel her bones knit together. The sensation itches and stings. But the pain subsides.

His eyes are darker than she remembers. Like an endless void. Before she always thought of coal - the start of a warm fire, the start of coziness and snuggles.

He holds her in the shadows. His grip is not tight. But he doesn't let go.

(an older girl - her sister, half, tall and strong, and far away - shimmers in a strange rainbow tinted puddle, and tells her to stay safe, she knows, they all do, death is coming for them with his dark hand outstretched and his beautiful wings that nestled around her like a baby bird on cold nights, and her sister is saying to stay safe, and she knows and Bianca knows and she shakes because who is going to teach Death's kind daughter with her little fingers and her wobbly feet, and who is going to jump in when Shadow's older boy is grabbed by monsters and his clean white shirt turns red, and who is going to save the ones so far far away, shield them from judging fearful eyes, who will protect the gentle darkness from the harsh light if they're gone, and her sister's eyes pinch tight and she murmurs, they can protect themselves, and she knows this, she does, but she's supposed to help, she wants to help, they all want to help, it is as intrinsic in them as the need to breath, so why won't they fight back)

She lets go of her father's hands.

(if we fight back now, her sister says quietly, we will still die, and we will bring down so many others with us)

The cold shadows warp soft around her.

(what is the point then, she snaps, and she's angry and she thinks of Messenger, Thief, Doctor, the man of many talents and ever-shifting feet, and his golden laurels and bright bright smile and his pathetically wavering loyalty and she hates him and she hates him she hates him, and she hisses, why bother living if all we do is suffer for it?)

"I have to go back," she says.

(her sister's gaze softens)

Her father's face hardens. "I know."

(because life is worth it, her sister says, both our own and others)

She lands softly on scrap burnt metal, as though she were being put in bed. Her name cries out in the air and she thinks of Death's kind daughter with her gentle smiling, and excited laughs, always happy to see her, and she thinks of Shadow's teen son holding Nico's hand and trying to dance with him, and there are warm nights and there is laughter and there is joy and there is Nico's smile and their hands all held together, and her mother's soft voice and her father's strong arms.

She drags herself up. Percy spots her, eyes frantic and she draws back warily. Warnings echo in the back of her mind, as vague and incomplete as the random memories sprouting through her head. Thalia emerges behind him and she tastes metal in her mouth, anguish and pain, the sound of Nico's drawn out scream.

She holds steady.

No, now is not the time to die. Now is the time to fight. To defend. To teach. To save.

Now is the time to live.

[apollowhoo]

Yooo what’s upp???? Dude your writing is super gooddddd I was wondering if you could do an eldest daughter of Hades (born early 1900’s and got placed in Lotus Casino, and biologically older too)- and times with her little siblings bonding and growing close with her, like Bianca during the Titans Curse quest, Nico after the Labirynth after Bianca was gone and coming back to camp, and Hazel during the Argo II?(btw if you can can she be apart of the prophecy?)-

Sorry if it’s too long or specific, it’s fine if you want to edit it a little bit- Thank you so muchhh<3333

ELDEST DAUGHTER OF HADES!READER X BIANCA, NICO, HAZEL

omgg this is so interesting, love the idea!! Btw so sorry but i couldnt add the whole prophecy thing:((

The eldest daughter of Hades had lived through the chaos of the early 1900s, trying to survive a world at war, before her fate was stolen away. Trapped in the Lotus Casino, she was frozen in time as the decades slipped by. When she finally got out, the world she knew was gone and so were the people she’d loved. Alone in a strange new era, she found herself drawn to the one thing she still had: family.

Each sibling carrying their burdens, lost in their own way. As the eldest, she felt a deep responsibility to be the sister they needed, even when they didn’t realized it themselves.

Bianca’s Wish

Bianca was brave and strong-willed. When they met, the bond between them was immediate, unspoken yet undeniable. During the quest for Artemis, as they ventured into the unknown, Bianca was torn between her desire for independence and her need for family.

One night, while the others slept under the starry sky, Bianca found her sister sitting by the fire, eyes lost in distant memories. She approached quietly, her expression soft yet curious.

“Do you ever miss it?” Bianca asked, sitting down beside her. “The time you came from?”

The eldest daughter smiled, a bittersweet glint in her eyes. “Sometimes. It was a different world, Bianca. Simpler, but harder in many ways.” She paused, glancing at her little sister.

Bianca stared at the fire, her fingers playing with the zipper of her jacket. “I just… wish I could’ve grown up with you...maybe know you better.”

The eldest sister wrapped an arm around Bianca, pulling her close. “We’re here now, and that’s what matters. You, me, Nico—we’re family, no matter what.”

Bianca leaned into the embrace. For the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to relax, to trust that someone would be there to catch her if she fell. In that quiet moment, they was nobody; it was just them, finding solace in each other’s company.

Nico's Darkness

Bianca’s death broke Nico. It didn't matter how much time had passed. He was angry, lost, and consumed by a darkness that seemed to grow with each passing second. He pushed everyone away, including his eldest sister, who tried talking it out of him, knowing that she couldn’t force him to heal—he had to find his way back on his own.

But she never stopped trying. One evening at Camp Half-Blood, she sat by the campfire, strumming a tune on her guitar, a melody from her past that had no place in this world. Nico lingered in the shadows, unsure, his expression serious.

“Are you gonna stay there all night, or do you want to join me?” she called, not looking up from her playing.

Nico hesitated before finally slowly coming over and sitting beside her. They didn’t talk about Bianca—Nico wasn’t ready for that. Instead, she began telling him her old memories, half-truths and half-myths about Hades and the strange little moments that made him seem like a normal person then a god.

“He tried to cook once,” she said, grinning slightly at the memory. “It was terrible, of course. Burnt everything. But I’ve never seen him laugh so hard at himself.”

Nico snorted almost in a mocking way. But at the same time, a genuine smile was breaking through the sadness. “Dad? Laughing? That’s hard to imagine.”

The eldest sister gets a little serious “He’s different than you think, Nico. He’s not just the Lord of the Underworld. He’s… complicated. Just like us.”

They sat there for hours, sharing stories that they never told anyone else, all filled with a warmth that Nico had been missing since Bianca’s death. In those moments, he found a piece of himself that he thought was gone forever and he believed that he finally found someone who understood.

Hazel’s Struggle

Hazel Levesque was a wonder to her sister. A girl out of time, so strong yet burdened with the weight of two lives. On the Argo II, the eldest daughter watched Hazel with a mixture of pride and protectiveness, seeing so much of herself in the younger girl.

One afternoon, while the others were busy, Hazel was on deck, practicing her swordsmanship as always. Sweat dripped down her brow, her face set in concentration. But there was a hesitation in her movements, a slight uncertainty, almost like something was bothering her.

“You’re thinking too much,” her sister called, stepping forward. Hazel glanced up, her eyes wide, but she didn’t move. The eldest took the sword from Hazel’s hand, her movements fluid and graceful as she demonstrated.

“Feel it,” she said, her voice encouraging. “You’ve got power, Hazel. You just need to trust it.”

Hazel watched carefully. When she tried again, her sister guiding her hands, it was different. She moved with much more confidence, and for the first time, she felt in control.

Afterward, they sat together, the ship rocking slightly beneath them. Hazel rested her head on her sister’s shoulder, sighing deeply. “I never thought I’d actually have this. Family. A sister.”

The eldest grins slightly, this was all too familiar to her. She wraps her arm around Hazel. “You’ve got us now. Forever. And I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

[zalrb]

PLL 1x01 Review (Per Anon Request)

"I'm loving her new video." "Maybe a little too much, huh?" Allison, I already want to kill you.

"I've looked everywhere for her. I think I heard her scream" she says calmly.

I love that the newspaper headline is "Still Missing" and not something like "The Search Continues" "Still Looking for Answers"

PIPER.

They do look like they'd be mother and daughter.

Which network is this show?

"They're calling it the anniversary of Allison's disappearance like it's a party or something" I mean, does it sound like that?

Arya looks like her name should be Effy.

They're speaking like it's been a few months and not a year.

Why do they ALWAYS play lacrosse?

"Dad, I'm still keeping your secret, OK?" she says at normal volume in the middle of the house.

"Would now be 16" L O L. These "missing" signs are KILLING me.

"And I write too" of course she fucking writes.

"You're smart" how do you know? You said 3 things to this underage girl.

This bathroom makeout is impersonal and choreographed and it annoys me because if you two are so hot for each other that you have to make out in a public restroom, then it's this hot and heavy, grope-y type thing, it's not this teehee sit on the sink while we smile at each other. Public restrooms are disgusting.

It's also weird that they chose to cut to the theme song after this flat bathroom makeout and not after Allison goes missing??

Wait, who is this blonde girl? I thought this was a flashback. Guys, straight up, I'm not going to be able to tell these two apart that well

"Remember what she said that night about secrets?" YOU ARE ACTING LIKE IT'S BEEN A FEW MONTHS.

Spencer's blazer is pissing me off.

Maybe your dad cheated on your mom as karma for you being a bitch to Mona.

Her dad couldn't even be an adult about his affair? Get a room.

None of these people are talking like they're actual people.

"They're not so close anymore either." "So they're friendly but not friends" oh my lord, I miss season 1 Caroline.

"Holy crap" *as he looks directly at Aria in front of the ENTIRE class* NO ONE IS REACTING LIKE PEOPLE WOULD.

BIANCA.

Girl, you're just standing there holding this basket.

LMAO. "Would you kill me if I smoke a little weed? Would you like to join me?" Did any of these writers smoke weed?

Aww, Torey.

She is a teenager, Ren.

YOU ARE IN THE SCHOOL. All of these characters are idiots.

"You feel like this is right for us too" you two said TWO THINGS to each other and made out in a washroom???

Oh are you going to massage her shoulder.

Yes.

Piper, go find Leo. Sure, he'll leave you to be a a head angel but he would never cheat.

I never understood the Queen Bee Mean Girl in a group mostly because in my experience, the GROUP of girls are mean and there may be a leader but it's not one girl terrorizing her entire group of friends and everyone just taking it because

it's usually the group terrorizing that one friend in the group, idk.

And since Allison is so herself, why would any of you tell her any of your secrets anyway?

So weird, they're acting like it's been a few months since the disappearance not a year and yet they act like they don't know each other at all.

Wouldn't it be enough to send a uniform for shoplifting?

"In Rosewood, you don't have room to make a mistake" bro, I need to SEE this. Why is FNL and, like, True Blood the only shows I can remember who actually do what a small town feels like well?

When do they do that dramatic walk in the hallway and act like it's a runway?

Hanna eating ice cream and watching the news of her friend's death is actually hilariously morbid.

And you're just going to watch your mother makeout with the cop?

And your mother is just going to look at you as she goes upstairs to have sex with him? Would you not send your daughter away?

The school isn't having an assembly about this death or anything?

"For Alison or for being a jerk?" I mean, he is a grown ass man, Aria.

This dramatic turn and kiss doesn't make sense right now. None of this is earned.

Does the mother care that her child is "dead"? "Aria, thanks for coming!" It's a funeral not a housewarming.

Maya is the only one who is trying to look sad.

L M A O, Aria's mom couldn't even go with her daughter to the funeral?? Jesus christ, teen shows, give them parents or don't.

These forever 21 funeral dresses are SENDING me.

Detective, they are MINORS, you will have to speak to their parents.

The "Na na na na na na na" singing in the background is so unserious.

"and I know everything, A" in UNISON??? L O L this is so bad.

[wordsofhoneydew]

happy friday!!

put on your fucking seatbelts y’all because these fics will have you screaming, crying, throwing up, hyperventilating and climbing the fucking walls

read the tags. some of these have kinks that not everyone is into, so just make sure you know what you’re stepping into! the other half of these are just fluff fluff fluff!! enjoy!

home is where i’m with you by @luainthewild

where alex seeks the meaning of home and finds it in Henry's arms.

OR: Henry has to spend Christmas alone; Alex refuses and invites him to Texas. Ensue family crack, a lof of fluff, sexy dancing and love confession on a christmas card.

(We) Loved Her First by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

When I thought about all of the things I wanted to say to you both today, my initial urge was to write a letter. I could borrow Dad’s fountain pen from his top desk drawer and watch the ink soak slowly into the cardstock paper, to blow it dry and carefully crease it in three places before sliding it into an envelope and sealing it with the wax seal Papa bought a few years back, that he said we could use to send our Christmas cards to Sandringham in a more formal way so that Uncle Pip wouldn’t expect to find us wearing matching Christmas tree onesies inside.

But then I realized, a letter isn’t your style. It isn’t our style. Your story, the same story weaved together countless times throughout my life into a tapestry of your love that blanketed me at night whenever I needed comforting, was told through a series of pixels swirling through the air and crossing the void of space and time within moments. So, I decided it was only fitting to continue that tradition and to follow in your footsteps…an email, it is.

OR

Alex and Henry's daughter sends them an email just before they walk her down the aisle on her wedding day.

we might just get away with it by smc_27

Henry is the most gorgeous man Alex has ever seen. And Alex has seen a lot of gorgeous men. He’s a fucking model.

“This is Henry Fox-Mountchristen,” Prada’s current PR lead says, and Alex smiles and pushes his hand out. “He’s a journalist covering the merger.”

Alex doesn’t know what merger or what it would have to do with Paris Fashion Week. But he does know that Henry holding a glass of champagne as he shakes Alex’s hand is maybe the sexiest thing ever, and there is just no explanation for that.

“Hi. I’m Alex.”

Henry says, “I know,” and then does this weird, forced smile at Bianca and walks away.

Alex doesn’t know how to like, not be completely obsessed with things he wants.

OR, Alex is a model. Henry is a journalist, and a bit of an asshole. Alex wants him anyway, even when it doesn’t feel good.

Leave A Message by @sherryvalli

"This is Alex Claremont-Diaz's phone. If it's a business matter, I don't know how you got ahold of this number, but if you have my number that means you probably have Zahra's. Call her instead. If you're friends or family, just text me. If you're anyone else, I'll call you back as soon as I can."

Or: Alex's voicemail message over the years, and the messages people leave for him.

in the dead of night by @littlemisskittentoes

“Hm, am I still dreaming, or is there very pretty boy playing with me under the covers?” Alex’s voice is gruff. Its edges are coated in lingering sleep, and the drowsy-slow pull of the words lulls them to a deeper accent than he usually lets slip through. The syrupy drawl skitters the length of Henry’s spine.

or, Henry knows he can always rely on Alex to tire him out when sleep is far off.

[anyalovesu]

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“Hi, pretty,” Jas had to stop herself from physically cringing at the name that just slipped out of Amina Park’s lips. It still baffles her that this woman, despite how many people would describe her as the scariest woman alive, is also the kindest person that she has ever met (aside from her mom, she would be jealous). It would be a crime to physically cringe in front of her—even if it was because of his own son’s doings. “How’s your vacation in New York, so far?”

Jas smiled at her. Terrible, She wanted to say. She has already been in New York for 5 days and she hasn’t written anything that didn’t allude to Tobi hurting her and it was beginning to frustrate her. She has writing credits for almost all of Midnight Covey’s most romantic songs. For god’s sake she’s written songs about two weddings at this point—and now she can’t write anything that doesn’t say “Midnight Covey’s lead guitarist just fucked me over and I hate it” all over it. 

“Good,” she resorted to lying. “I’ve been writing songs with a friend po. So I’ve been trying to be as productive while I’m still here.”

“Well, New York does have the feel to it, no?” she smiled, looking down on the city lights below the high rise restaurant of the business connoisseur’s choice. “It’s a little chaotic though. But it’s fun naman, right?”

“It is,” Jas replied shortly, fighting the urge to move to try and shake away the awkward tension between the both of them. It seemed like Amina Park knew something that she didn’t and she was itching to ask but it was too embarrassing to ask for the elephant in the room to be addressed. 

“You did very well in the Aurora Festival, I heard. Bianca has been talking about your performance non-stop. At this point I won’t be too surprised if she tells us she wants to pursue music one of these days. She can sing very well pa naman,” Amina Park chuckles. “That kid adores you very much.”

Jas didn’t know how to respond to that. Thank you? Mas talented po ang mga anak n’yo? Every response she had in her head sounded wrong so she chose to do what she has been doing since dinner began—just smile.

God, it seemed like Amina Park was waiting for her to open the topic up. Even though she wanted to, she would very much rather throw herself off the deck and fall 101 stories down to the busy streets of NYC. She had fallen for her son embarrassingly hard and the fact that the moment his ex girlfriend—probably the only one everyone knew of—showed up, he didn’t seem to give a flying fuck about her anymore. Falling 101 stories down to the busy streets of NYC would’ve probably hurt less because she would be dead on impact. But falling in love with Tobias Park was the one she’s unfortunately experienced, something that she needs to endure for as long as it’s there.

And sitting here with his mom only adds up on the pain that she already has to endure.

“My other kid adores you too,” she finally blurts out. “He looks so much like his dad it’s almost disgusting to see him look at you with heart eyes when we had dinner a few weeks ago. I felt like I was looking at the younger Alonzo flirting with another woman.”

“He didn’t seem to be that way when Kashiana came back,” she sighed, avoiding the older woman’s gaze.

“I would have to apologize for not teaching my son to be sensitive enough,” she hummed. “I wasn’t around them most of the time. They practically raised Bianca for me, which is embarrassing to admit. I’m slowly trying to make it up to them, though.”

“It’s really not your fault, Ma’am,”

“Jas, it’s Tita,” she chuckled. “C’mon it’s not that hard to call me Tita. Hindi naman kita empleyado.”

“Hindi n’yo naman po kasalanan ‘yon, Tita,” Jas repeats herself, trying not to make it seem obvious that she wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole. 

“Oh believe me, pretty,” she smiled upon hearing her say it. “I’ve been absent for more times than not to be responsible for that.”

“But that’s not the point I’m trying to make,” she sighed. “I’m not going to apologize for what he did, but I do take accountability on why he is like that. Even so, alam n’ya ang tama at mali. He did what he did, and he’ll have to face the consequences of his actions. But Tobi is one of the most strong-willed people I know and when you get back, I hope you give him a chance to apologize and better himself.”

“We’re just friends naman po,” Jas replied, feeling her chest squeeze upon saying it. Damn. It still stung to say it, despite how much Amina Park tried to explain that Tobi felt remorse for what he did. “He doesn’t have to do all that.”

“Louis is in love with you, Jas,” Amina Park blurts out, finally. “He texted me a few days ago asking for help. He said he was in love with you. And this is as much help that I could give him. Now, pretty, tell me, are you in love with Louis?”

She could feel tears beginning to trickle in her eyes as she looked down on her almost empty glass of wine that she has been swirling around for a while now. God. It’s so embarrassing to cry in front of Amina Park right now. Get it together, Jas. 

“Jacynthe?” Amina calls softly as she reaches for her hand. “It’s okay if you aren’t.”

“The problem is I am,” she responds quickly, voice breaking as she looks up to Amina Park, embarrassingly. 

Fuck it. She is in love with Tobi and he is such an asshole. The fact that she allowed this set up for so long to te point that she hates herself for liking him in the first place when she should’ve just stayed exactly where she was. She hates that she enjoyed toeing the line too much to the point that she did end up falling. Hard.

“Why do you think it’s a problem, pretty?” Amina Park asked, concerned as she squeezed her hand. 

“Tobi is never going to love me half as much as I do,” she sighed honestly. “And I don’t know how to see life in the same light ever again without your son. It’s cliche and sick and twisted that I rely on your son so much for love that he can’t give.” Jacynthe was just word vomiting at this point, confessing her deep (and also disgusting but also undying) affection to somebody’s mom.

Amina Park on the other hand, has a huge grin on her face, as if proud of herself that she is finally seeing progress between her son and her prospective daughter-in-law. 

“It’s okay to cry,” she coos, handing her a piece of paper tissue to wipe her tears that she somehow managed to not fall and drip on her very expensive glass of red wine. “I cried too when I first admitted that I was in love with Alonzo too. And I used to hate that man with every fiber of my being.”

“I hope you two figure it out once you’re back in QC,” she squeezed her hand one more time as Jas nodded. “I will surely give him an earful for hurting you and going out with the senator’s daughter. You can count on me with that.”

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[tenpintsof-sundrop]

AHHHH You're writing Degrassi fics too?! Yesssssss I recently finished a rewatch of TNG and NC and watched Junior High, High, and School's out for the first time. So I've been very much in Degrassi mode!

Craig Manning is possibly my fav character ever in all of Degrassi! Please tell me more about your fic! <3

Degrassi is probably my most beloved, treasured show of all time. I haven't seen Next Class because I never emotionally adjusted to the jump from MTV to Netflix - I might watch it someday, especially because I heard there's a bus crash? and that sounds interesting

I started watching TNG when I was 11/12, and at the time I was watching reruns of Season 6 because the cable network I was watching it on was playing reruns of all the previous seasons in anticipation of the new one - so I watched S6, S7, S8, S9 - to me, those were 'live' cause I didn't know those were reruns at the time

and I watched S10 when it first came out and I watched all of the other seasons and their summer movies when they first came out (and I was very active in the fandom at the time. some of my most fond memories are being in the fandom during S10, S11, and S12, during the Drew, Bianca, Clare, Eli drama - especially during Claire's pregnancy lmao)

to this day, I still have very fond memories of a blog called 'incorrect Degrassi' where - on the same night an episode aired - they would take screenshots of the entire episode and write a memey version of everyone's conversations with each other. and when Claire told Drew that he wasn't the father of her baby, they captioned him saying 'well what am I supposed to do with that World's Best Dad mug that I bought, huh?' - it lives in my head rent free

it's only in recent years that I have gone back and watched the show from S1, and I have watched some of the 80s series. and because I only watched the later seasons, I knew Craig as a cokehead asshole (who was not cool enough to be friends with Pete Wentz, my fucking idol) who broke Ellie's heart, my dear Ellie. but going back and watching the show from the beginning - I fell in love with Craig

When Doves Cry is one of my favourite arcs, named after one of my favourite songs ever, and it just gets to me. And Craig's songs and his singing voice - it makes me fall more in love with him, and uuugh

Even recently, I was rewatching the episode where Liberty gives birth, and Craig is on stage singing a song with the lyrics:

For every mama gone missin' For every papa gone mad

And I don't know who actually wrote the song, but in universe, it is such a perfect melancholic reflection of his life, and it hurts - but it hurts in such a beautiful way.

Anyway - my fic is about abuse. Which is something I have written about before because of personal experience.

I was in my feels, deep in my feels - because like I said, I had a loss in my family, and I was feeling a weird sense of empathy toward my abuser because we share that loss, and this fic just came to mind.

Idk if I have ever talked about this before, but people have comfort characters, and I also have comfort locations? Like - the urge to write about a certain character in a certain location as comforting. And how that location can exude comfort in a fic.

And in this case, I was really drawn to Craig's garage as a comfort location. The locations in TNG all really exude comfort for me personally, but Craig's garage is a big one - it's cozy, it's worn-in, and it feels welcoming. It feels like you can go there anytime and there's no pressure.

So I wrote a fic where the reader character is fleeing from her abuser and Craig finds her hiding in the garage, and they talk a bit - and I wanted to structure it a bit like an episode of Degrassi? and have this be the first time the reader finds out about Craig's past of abuse. and Craig is like "I'm not gonna pressure you to tell anyone because I know what it's like, but you should tell someone" - but then Craig sees the abuser at a school event, and he snaps. and he starts wailing on the guy, and everyone thinks that it's Craig being irrational and violent because of his BPD

and I was also inspired by Craig's protectiveness over Manny after the flashing video came out, and I just felt comfort in that.

yeah - it's a really personal fic, but I feel like fics like this deserve to be published, because someone else might find comfort in it. and stories like this deserve to be told (I might post a snippet of it and see what people think? idk)

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

part one (preshow/induction-act three):

-we all love to do a silly little dance

-everyone give it up for pumpkin pants

-we also love a little pre show talk

-“and now i have to go! goodnight!” lolol

-also we love baroque songs

-somebody’s a complainer

-give it up for stage managers!!!

-“my big gay shakespearean wedding” LMAOOOOOOOOOO

-i know this isn’t the actual induction but LOLOLOL

-“i’m a BLOGGER!”

-isn’t this more or less how michael bogdanov did the opening of his taming of the shrew?

-USHER SLAP

-NOW we’re in the induction (following along with a script and they changed “beggar” to “asshole” lmao)

-katherine (or rather the actor playing her) is in charge of the prank!

-christopher sly said yolo

-and off we go!

-this guy wants to join the crew of love’s labor’s (and we know how well that went)

-and this other guy is making the same argument as berowne

-katherine: IIIIIIIIIII HAAAAAAAAAATE MEEEEEEEEN (i had to)

-also i love katherine, as i was expecting to

-bianca: katherine fuck off you’re ruining my life

-are you SURE you’re liberal to your own children

-stop leaving katherine out of everything

-i’m not gonna be able to tell these guys apart am i

-lucentio: tenor boy

-yaaaaaaaaaaaay for disguises and identity swaps

-just guys bein dudes

-oh biondello

-FUCK OFF PETRUCHIO

-definitely not confusing to have two old men named grumio and gremio

-grumio pls punch him in the face

-I COME TO WIVE IT WEALTHILY IN PADUAAAAAA

-hortensio: i’m gonna do a pro gamer move

me: you’re condemning a woman you barely know to a shitty husband

-“Hortensio, peace. Thou know’st not gold’s effect.” dude shut the fuck up

-“o this woodcock what an ass it is!” lolol

-grumio has his priorities in order: he just wants a good dinner

-presidential alert: the boys are fightingggggg

-okay but why tho @ katherine

-RIGHT into the wall

-bianca got her back. NICE WORK BIANCA!

-baptista: i love all my children equally!

baptista, earlier that day: i don’t care for katherine

-baptista: i wish i wasn’t a girl dad

-“have you not a daughter called katherina, fair and virtuous?” “…i have a daughter called katherina” LMAOOOOOOOO

-okay now y’all are just making fun of her

-that moment when you get two of the same gift at a birthday party

-the STRUMMING

-shakespeare, a few years later: …pisa and vienna are the same place, right? and this dude’s dad was a duke i guess?

-shuuuuuuuuuuut uuuuuuuuuuuuup

-oop

-that’s called ✨gaslighting✨

-negative rizz

-GET HIS ASS

-the audience gasping at petruchio’s awfulness

-shakespeare was great at writing scenes where men and women fight

-yeah of course she can’t you literally have a hand over her mouth

-once again: FUCK OFF PETRUCHIO

-TELL HIM OFF!

-yeah it’s incredible to believe bc it’s NOT FUCKING TRUE

-KISS ME KATE

-RIGHT IN THE FACE

-gremio, with popcorn: was ever woman in this humor wooed? was ever woman in this humor won?

-we love people treating their kids like goods! /s

-italian jam sesh!

-bianca has Opinions on educational philosophy and teaching methods

-possibly the least subtle flirting ever

-hortensio considers smashing the lute over lucentio’s head

-this is even worse flirting

-poor katherine

-also her outfit is pretty

-“okayyyyyy i guess she actually has a point” YEAH SHE FUCKIN DOES

-free biondello

-PETRUCHIO

-I’M SORRY THE CODPIECE

-priest: i haven’t even done the wedding ceremony yet and i am already so done

-dude fuck off

-petruchio is the woooooooooorst

-free my girl katherine

-“I see a woman may be made a fool If she had not a spirit to resist.” such is the world…

-FUCK OFF PETRUCHIO

yeah, “fuck off petruchio” is a good way to sum it up

i’ve seen the cinematic masterpiece that is 10 things i hate about you. i’ve seen parts of kiss me, kate. but i’ve been avoiding the taming of the shrew for lord knows how long, including for the four months since i got asked to watch it.

i guess that ends today.

[specialagentlokitty]

Wednesday x Sibling!reader - no one’s messing with you

hi love, please may i request a Wednesday Addams with a younger sibling reader who is mute and gets overwhelmed easily and Wednesday is only nice to them and is really over protective with them. Thank you, i love your writing - Anon💜

A/N: sign language will be in bold

When you were told Wednesday was moving school you were adamant that you were going with her much to your parents sadness.

They didn’t want you to go, but they knew you you were really close to Wednesday and didn’t want to break that bond, so after a while of trying, they finally got you into the same school a few weeks later.

It was nerve wracking as you sat in the office while your mom explained everything to Weems, you sat with your dad while he held your hand.

“Any trouble and you’ll call us right my little sunshine?”

You nodded your head, squeezing his hand.

“You’ll keep an eye on your sister?” He asked.

You nodded again and smiled softly at him, pulling your hand away from his for a second.

I’ll be okay. I’ll keep an eye on Wednesday. And I’ll call often.

Your dad nodded his head and kissed your forehead.

“Good, I hope you make lots of friends little sunshine.”

You smiled at him and turned to your mom who had finished her conversation.

“You’ll really like it here.” She smiled softly.

Thanks mom.

You hugged her tightly and turned to your brother who sniffled a little.

“I can’t believe you have to go as well.”

You will always be my little brother. Don’t worry.

Hugging him, you walked them to the gate to say bye and watched as they all left with Weems stood at your side, and you felt someone else there too.

You just smiled, you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Your dorm is near mine. Let’s got.”

You nodded, following behind your older sister with a soft smile on your face as she lead you to your dorm where your stuff was already waiting for you.

She let you into the room and followed you in, closing the door behind you.

“Why did you come here really? Did mother and father put you up to this?”

You shook your head.

No. I didn’t like school after you left. I wanted to be here.

Wednesday looked at you and nodded her head.

“Fine, let me tell you some things you will need to know.”

She told you about some others students, what students you could find around this place and why, and what was currently going on.

Wednesday immediately saw you growing anxious when she said about the killings.

“Don’t be such a baby, I’ll be here with you.”

You won’t let anything happen to me?

“No. As tempting as it is, mother and father would have my head.” She droned out.

You nodded your head and smiled, starting to unpack your things while she said she was going.

You were putting everything in your bed when you noticed s little hand helping you out and you beamed brightly.

Thing!

He waved and crawled up your arm, resting on your shoulder while you unpacked happily.

It was nice knowing your sister and your best friend, and your little family pet as you liked to call him were here with you.

But it was still nerve wracking, you weren’t in any of your sisters classes, and because you couldn’t talk to anyone, no one really bothered with you.

Sitting in the quad, you watched as a shadow loomed over you and you turned around to face one of the students you recognised from Wednesday’s class

“So you’re the new Addams? What is it with you creeps coming here?” She asked.

You blinked and slowly backed away.

“What? Siren got your tongue?” She smirked.

She took a step forward and you took one back, bumping into a chest you looked up to see Wednesday behind you.

“Bianca.”

“Wednesday.” The siren snarled.

“If you so much as approach (Y/N) again I will chain you to s rock, and shove you to the bottom of a lake, making sure you fall so far down no one will ever find you again.”

“Whatever you freak.”

Bianca scoffed and walked away and Wednesday spun you around so you were looking at her.

“Let’s go.”

You followed behind her, and she led you to a group of her friends and sat you down, and she sat right next to you.

They introduced themselves and you offered a shy wave in return.

“Here. I don’t like them.”

Wednesday handed you some of her food and you smiled, happily eating the snacks she had given you.

“But Wednesday I thought you like those ones?” Xavier asked.

“I. Don’t. Like. Them.” She said lowly.

The boy raised his hands and no one brought it up again.

They simply carried on talking while you ate your snacks and Wednesday sat next to you, doing some homework.

She handed you a note and you opened it to read her best writing.

If anyone else gives you trouble tell me. I will deal with it.

Smiling, you nodded your head at her and stuffed the note in your pocket.

From that day on Wednesday never left you spend time by yourself, whenever you could you were with her and her small group of friends.

She would even spend most nights in your dorm, sleeping on the floor.

She never let you out of her sight unless she absolutely had to, and if anyone got too close to you they were threatened in the most horrifying way.

She was your body guard, and she was making sure that everyone knew if they messed with you, they messed with her too. And no one wanted to mess with Wednesday Addams

[erin-hatesu]

Summary - You have to leave nevermore without Xavier knowing

a/n - this is my first story so if its bad please let ne know what i can improve on.

Goodbye...?

I've been at nevermore for a few weeks now. I have made many friends with people like, my boyfriend Xavier Thorpe we haven't been together for that long but we are the talk of the school(in a good way), I mean I'm even on Bianca's good side, my closest friend I have here is Enid and Ajax they just get me.

But ever since Wednesday got here I've gotten into a lot more trouble. Principal Weems said i only have one more chance or else i get expelled.

Soon that one thing came true...

Wednesday forced me to go with her to the creepy Gates house. We almost get killed but you know thats normal. Somehow Xavier got there... Werid.

When we get back to school after getting caught by Tylers dad, I got a huge lecture and turns out i have to leave tomorrow morning before sunrise.

I don't want to surprise Xavier with everything that's happened and put more on him, so i keep it to myself and tell Enid and Wednesday instead. Enid helped me pack up my stuff. I thanked her and Wednesday for everything they did for me, and promised to see them once they return to their home towns.

Since Xavier didn't know yet, I decided that I would spend the night with him(with approval from Weems ofc).

In the morning, I woke up at 2 am still laying there just enjoying Xavier's hold seeing as though this might be the last time I can get it.

Once i actually get up I got to write a note for Xavier telling him everything.

"Dear Xavier,

As you are reading this, I am currently on my way to my home town. Please don't freak out, but this wasn't my decision, last night was my last string with Principal Weems. I really didnt want to leave you. I'm really sorry I just couldn't tell you last night. I left you some of my stuff, like the sketch book you helped me with, my perfume, and this tear stained letter. I'm so sorry I just didn't want to hurt you. All of the memories we made will always remind me of Nevermore, I love you. If you have any questions feel free to ask Enid and Wednesday or even your bestfriend Ajax. I love you to the bottom of my heart. I love you so much please don't forget about me.

xoxo Y/n

Ps feel free to call me "

Then I left ofc giving Enid one more hug and Xavier one last kiss on the forehead. And I'm gone watching as I'm being driven away from the place I was most happy.

Xavier's pov

When I woke up I couldn't find y/n anywhere. Until I found the letter she left me sitting on my desk.

I was in disbelief after reading it. I started to tear up and cry. I ran to Enid and Wednesdays room looking for awnsers.

I was banging on the door, until Enid opened it yelling "JEEZ IM COMING... oh xavier."

I ask her what happened to Y/n and she awnsered...

"Shes been expelled, shes probably in her home town by now. I'm sorry." Enid stated

Out of anger I rushed out of the room. Then I remembered she said she put her number in my phone, and I decided to call her. She didn't awnser...

I run back to my room, and slam myself on my bed.

"Why, why couldn't she just tell me. We could've spent the night together. What am I supposed to do now." I thought.

I didn't attend any of my classes for the day, and instead researching, looking for where she lives so I can get her back.

"Will I get her back?.."

[chaoticstupiddm]

Wednesday characters in DnD

So I've been thinking, what kind of Dungeons and Dragons (or like any other fantasy rpg, with all the OGL stuff) character would each Wednesday character enjoy to play? Let's think about it, shall we?

Wednesday Addams

I feel like, out of everyone, Wednesday would enjoy to play a character that is close to herself. Just think of Viper, the chronically misunderstood teenage detective. So what would that mean? Rogue.

Hear me out. Wednesday likes to be an expert at things she deems interesting: torture, taxidermy, fencing, writing, cello, stealth. She also does not seem to enjoy her visions too much, so going with a less magic focused class would make sense. And the nail in the coffin: rogues are good alone (the typical loner class), but they are even better in a team. Getting a sneak attack is easier with your friends around, and if this is not the message of the final battle, I don't know what else it could be.

Bonus: Thing would absolutely be a Cleric with high insight, or a Monk with unarmed strikes.

Tyler Galpin

So, yeah, I might be biassed with this one, but I think he would not particularly like to play a character like himself, but end up doing something like that anyway.

He might be called to the Barbarian class, as the Rage feature is something he would clearly understand, and could utilize it in a smart way. But it might hit a bit too close to home for him, being angry all the time.

Then there are Rangers with their built in outdoorsy nature and.. well magical racism. He does know his way in the great outdoors, knows hunting tricks, so this could easily be an outlet for some of his interests (yes, even the magical racism; he might be able to process it better once he lets himself realize, that he is also in the Favored Enemy group).

My last candidate for him would be Warlock, and again, this might hit a nerve for him, but I feel like this could be a great way for him to process what happened to him. What do I mean? He made a deal with someone, and in exchange for certain services he got information and power to enact revenge. He probably wouldn't have made the deal knowing the nature of his duties, but it is too late now. Also, fun fact, Warlocks keep their powers even if they break their pact. It is a gift/curse they cannot escape from.

The boy could use some healing and roleplaying can be a good outlet for that.

Enid Sinclair

She is an interesting one. I think she would love to play someone at least as charismatic and fun as herself, and playing in a more supportive role would also satisfy her people-pleaser nature. So what I'm trying to say is Bard, probably.

You could argue that a Cleric or Druid would also do the trick, if she wants to focus on support, but I don't she would like the Druid's reminder of animal transformation. Cleric on the other hand could be a good fit, you can stand your ground, help your friends, be an absolute badass.

At the same time Bard is just so much fun, with the expertise, charisma, performance. I think she would enjoy it.

Xavier Thorpe

He is an artist, so that would mean Bard, right? I'm not so sure about it. Yes he likes to paint and draw, but to be honest, I don't think he would be that into the high charisma aspect; might remind him of his dad.

So what else does he enjoy? Not his prophetic visions, for sure. But there is archery, and he does fencing as well. That could guide us to Ranger or Fighter, but I don't take him as a nature loving person, so maybe Fighter? A ranged Fighter with Painter's supply proficiency. I don't think he would enjoy the dangers of close combat.

Bianca Barclay

Once again, someone who would not enjoy playing a character with the same set of skills as herself. I think she would enjoy playing someone intelligent, a self-made genius, a Wizard, if you will.

She enjoys being the best in every situation and I think she would enjoy coming up with creative spell uses. At the same time, I think she would not mind being in the middle of a fight, so she would pack some spells for surviveability.

My other idea would be a Fighter, but she would play it like a strategist. Doing close combat, while also instructing the others what to do.

Hell, a level 2 Fighter, level x Wizard would be so perfect for her - in a slightly optimizer way.

Eugene Ottinger

I cannot leave him out, he is too precious.

He would absolutely use this opportunity to show of, how cool bees can be, so either Ranger (Swarmkeeper, if we go with official subclasses just this once) or Druid. And he would absolutely kill it.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: 100 Days

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Drug abuse mentioned, shame, feelings of inadequacy, family life, first time sex after baby, cunnilingus, lactation kink, body issues, PiV sex, squirting, sweet talk, having to be quiet during sex, multiple orgasms, tell me if I missed something.

Words: 4,647

Summary: Frankie gets his 100 days chip and Jay knows how to celebrate that.

A/N: @apascalrascal and I have talked about this for a long time and she basically wrote half of the original idea, how their first time sex after having Bianca would be like, so shoutout to her!

Taglist: @amneris21 @apascalrascal @kikis-writing-world @lovesbiggerthanpride @mswarriorbabe80 @pazizz @paulalikestuff @rambling-in-purple (let me know if you want in)

The smell of homemade tamales surprises Frankie at the front door and throws him a little. That always happens; tamales smell like childhood and bring up memories of his mamá’s embrace, warm, delicious meals, and that childlike feeling of neverending summer and no worries in the world.

Jay learned to make tamales from his mother and nowadays, Frankie might actually like Jay’s better. Then again, he’s highly biased.

”Jay?” he calls as he closes the door behind him, kicks off his shoes, and hangs up his hat. Drawing his hand through his thick hair, he walks to the kitchen, where he’s attacked by Alma who shrieks SUPWISE and throws herself at him.

”What’s all this?” he smiles as he catches Alma in his arms and hoists her up.

”It’s a surprise,” Jay explains from the stove as she turns it off before joining him and Alma, Bianca on her arm. ”Did you get it?”

Frankie nods. Yes, he did get it. He digs his hand into his pocket and fishes it up: the the coin for his 100 days of sobriety.

”What’s that?” Alma wants to know immediately.

”Daddy got it for being the best daddy in the world,” Jay explains as Frankie hands her the coin to look at. Alma is too young to understand drug addiction but has always known that her dad is the greatest.

Jay turns the coin over in his hand before relinquishing it to Alma, who inspects it with an unimpressed look on her face as Jay leans in to give Frankie a kiss.

”I’m so, so proud of you,” she lets him know in a low voice before pecking his lips again. ”And I love you so much, Frankie.” Another peck before she wraps her free arm around him and leans her head to his shoulder, pressing her nose to his neck for a long, affectionate sniff. He’s wearing the cologne she likes.

Alma squirms and Frankie puts her down before putting his arms around Jay and kissing her forehead, then Bianca’s.

”Nothing to fuss about,” he tries to shrug, but the welcome has gotten to him, and his throat feels tight. When Alma comes back to him with a card that says Best Daddy in the world that she drew herself, the tears come. He lifts Alma up again, hugs her tightly, kisses her cheek, hugs Jay and Bianca, kisses them all, just wants to hold his little family, his wonderful girls forever. To think that he came so close to losing all of them, all of this, for some cocaine…? He still can’t believe how stupid he was.

Jay kisses his tears away. ”It’s okay, baby.”

Alma asks him why he’s crying and he smiles at her as he chokes out: ”Because I’m so happy I got you all, mijita. I love you so much. You, Bianca, mommy.”

”I love you too, papa.”

Jay lets her hand slide down to Frankie’s ass and gives it a little squeeze before she tells him to take a seat at the table.

”I made tamales to celebrate.”

”Tamales!” Alma shrieks and hurries over to her chair. Frankie grins at Jay and removes her hand. Jay smirks back.

”Can’t blame me for trying,” she tells him innocently as she puts Bianca down in the high chair before taking the huge platter of tamales to the middle of the table. ”Okay, everyone, dig in.”

---

After reading Alma her bedtime story and cuddling her until she falls asleep, Frankie leaves her room on light feet and closes the door softly. He yawns as he makes his way to the kitchen. He almost dozed off himself, uncomfortably folded on Alma’s kid-size bed as he was, and now he stretches until he hears joints pop.

The kitchen is tidied up after the evening meal and he drums his fingers on the countertop, looking around. There’s something restless in him tonight, ever since Jay put her hand on his ass earlier. It lit something in him, something he has been repressing ever since he was allowed back home.

Desire. Horniness, to put it plainly. Sure, he hasn’t been oblivious to Jay’s body, he never is, and seeing her lactate always does something to him. But he has been denying himself. Jay may have forgiven him but he still hasn’t been able to grant himself the same grace. He has thrown himself into being a father, making up for lost time with Alma while going to meetings, busying himself with home repairs, volunteering at the VA center, putting in some hours here and there at a friend’s car repair shop. He lost his job when his addiction was revealed and money is now tight. He feels responsible for that and the guilt, in addition to the shame he feels for almost throwing his wonderful life away, made him deny himself the right to think about sex. It’s been easy, of course, what with Jay recovering from childbirth, but he’s not made of stone. Her love language is touch and she has not been withholding that; always brushing her hand over his back when close to him, giving him little hugs and kisses, playing with the curls at the back of his hair when they watch TV at night when the kids are down. He can’t help leaning into those touches. He craves them with everything that he is while knowing that he has not deserved them. Jay relentlessly keeps reminding him of his worth, though, and he loves her desperately for it.

Now that old familiar feeling is reminding himself that he loves her body as well, and he misses it. He misses sex. He longs for the soar and surrender, the ecstasy, her sounds, how she feels. The magic of her climax when his mouth is on her and she’s shaking, squirming, praising his name.

He shakes his head trying to rid it of these thoughts. He can’t get worked up. The initiative has to come from her, he has to be neutral until she tells him she’s ready. That she considers him worthy.

His hand slides inside the pocket in his jeans where the 100 days chip is. He feels it against his fingers, reminds himself that it is an achievement. He has done good. He is making amends.

Still, it’s hard.

Looking for something to do, he walks through the house towards the laundry room, where he finds Jay emptying the washing machine and loading up the dryer. She glances up and smiles.

”Alma go down okay?”

”Out like a light.”

”Thank god we managed to make kids who don’t have issues with sleeping,” Jay sighs as she closes the hatch of the dryer and turns it on. She then turns to Frankie.

”You okay?”

”Yeah, why?”

Slowly, Jay comes up to him, putting her hands on his shoulders when she’s standing right in front of him.

”You’ve been so quiet ever since you came back from your meeting.”

He shrugs. ”Big day.”

”It was,” Jay nods, squeezing his shoulders lightly. ”And don’t you dare diminish that. It’s a big achievement.”

”Shouldn’t have done drugs in the first place.”

”No, you shouldn’t,” Jay agrees, sliding her hands up the back of his neck and burying her fingers in his hair. ”But you did, and you cleaned up. You’re a wonderful, responsible person, Frankie. You just got a little lost. We all do.”

With that, she pulls him in for a soft, tentative kiss. Her fingers thread through his hair like they always do and Frankie lets the familiar touch lull him into a sense of security and peace. Carefully, as if asking for permission, his hand touch her waist. When Jay moves to gently press up against him, he drops his hands to her hips and dares to pull her in. She sighs against his lips, a pleasant, breathless little sound, and that makes him even bolder. He brushes his lips against hers again before covering her mouth, this time with more conviction. His groin feels strained as his cock twitches and starts to harden. Jay feels the growing bulge and she smiles against his lips.

”Missed me?” she murmurs, and that brings Frankie back to reality.

”Sorry, I…”

”Don’t apologize,” she cuts him off immediately. Her blue eyes are dark and slightly glassy, her lips parted. ”Frankie, I want you. Do you want me?”

He swallows, his throat tight. ”Jay, I know I hurt our family bad. I don’t deserve this.”

”That’s not what I asked.”

She’s not going to let him pity himself. Frankie has to smile at the Jayness of it all.

”I will always want you, amor.”

”Then here I am.”

He crashes his mouth to hers, his arms going around her and hugging her tight against him, relishing the full body contact with her. They have cuddled up during sleep since he came home, almost every night, in fact, but that has been innocent. This is not. His jeans are feeling tighter by the minute and when Jay’s hands grab two handfuls of ass, pressing him harder against her, his thoughts go to all the times she’s pegged and spanked him.

Jesus fucking Christ.

”Can we?” he groans against her lips, remembering that it’s only been a little over two months since Bianca was born. Get a grip, calm down, be careful, but not too careful because Jay will lose her shit if she thinks she’s being handled like a porcelain figurine…

”We can,” Jay confirms in a similar breathless whine before breaking free from him to pull her t-shirt over her head. She’s topless underneath, her breasts already filling with milk after Bianca’s evening meal.

”Dios mio…” Frankie sighs at the sight. He raises his hand but looks to Jay for approval first.

”Yes,” she breathes, and Frankie cups her breast softly, strokes the nipple with his thumb, makes her skin break out in gooseflesh. The other hand follows, gently supporting the other breast in his palm, weighing it before his fingers close into the soft flesh for a little squeeze. A few white drops trickle down from her nipple and Frankie catches them on his thumb, then raises it to his mouth to taste it. It’s sweet and warm, and makes him long for something else that he hasn’t had in a long time.

”Baby,” he says hoarsely, ”I want to taste you. Please let me taste you.”

Jay wraps his arms around his neck as she kisses him. ”Bedroom. Now.”

”The baby?”

”She’ll sleep right through it, you know that.”

Yes, Frankie knows that Bianca is a sound sleeper, but what he intends to do could very well make Jay wake up the dead. Still, he takes Jay by the hand and lets her lead him to the bedroom where she wiggles out of the her sweatpants and panties. When she moves to unzip his fly, Frankie grabs her wrists.

”No,” he tells her in a low voice. ”You first.”

He lays her down on the bed and peppers her skin with kisses, from her neck to her breasts, down her stomach where his two children grew, until he finally reaches the apex of her thighs. He kisses the soft flesh, administers teasing little bites, before letting himself have a first taste of her, and he can’t keep from groaning low in his throat.

She tastes exceptionally good. She always does when she’s pregnant or lactating, it has to do with hormones. So rich and deep, a kind of earthy musk with a hint of ocean spray. Or something, what the fuck does he know about these things, all he knows is that he could die happy here, with his tongue in her slick warm pussy, his arms around her thighs, her fingers buried in his hair where they tug and clamber for a grip when her whines threaten to get too loud.

It’s been a while since last time but he’s still got it, Frankie notes with satisfaction as he presses his tongue to her clit, making Jay keen. Not that he thinks that he could ever forget how to do this to her, it feels as natural to him as breathing. It’s more a question of being allowed to, and making up to her all the damage he has done.

So he directs all his focus on her, going carefully and mindfully, alternating between fast and slow until she’s squirming and whining, looking up at him with murder in her glassy blue eyes, and he just smirks at her and then throws her over the edge, making her turn her head to press her face into the pillow to stifle her loud moans. He lets her come down, kissing the soft skin on her inner thighs, rubs his prickly chin against it to get rid of some of the slick, shifts a little to relieve the pressure at the front of his jeans.

”Jesus, Francisco,” Jay murmurs, and that is his cue. If she can speak, she can take another one. He dives back in, pulls her against him, licks into her, lets his tongue dance on her swollen clit until he’s drunk and she’s coming apart again. This time he doesn’t slow down but keeps going through her release, suckling her gently, his tongue making filthy love to her pussy as his cock throbs with every breath he barely has time to draw. Jay is writhing and Frankie notes with satisfaction that her knuckles, fisting in the sheets, are white. He’s missed this so much, thought for so long that he would never be allowed to do this to her again. Yet here he is, growling against her pussy as her thighs start to close on either side of his face, her hands pushing him away as she nears another orgasm. Her moans are helpless and he knows that she’s near, so near. Skillfully, he has her fall apart on his tongue one more time, almost choking when Jay clamps her thighs together with his head in the middle. He pries her legs open just so that he can retreat, and sits back on his heels, chin dripping, tongue almost cramping, cock painfully hard. His discomfort, however, doesn’t matter when he looks at Jay, trembling and gasping for breath beneath him. Holy shit, she’s amazing.

”Okay?” he asks in a whisper. Her eyes blink open and slowly comes to focus on him, but she doesn’t speak. Frankie lowers down over her and brushes his lips over hers, letting her taste herself, feeling her hot breath against the slick on him.

”More?” he dares to suggest. Jay’s breath stutters and her legs quickly hook around his waist. Within a heartbeat, Frankie finds himself on his back, Jay straddling him.

”Your turn,” she tells him as she unzips his pants. Frankie shakes his head, suddenly struck with that terrible feeling of not having deserved her.

”Come here.”

He pulls her up, almost roughly directing her to sit astride his face.

”One more,” he begs of her and feels the little hairs on her skin rise. ”Please, amor.”

She can’t resist him and so he gets to show her his devotion more time. Jay’s holding onto the headboard, back rounded as she bites down on her lower lip to keep quiet. Bianca has been fast asleep the whole time but if she wakes up now Frankie is going to lose it. He needs to do this for Jay, needs her to cum one more time, wants her to cum with all that she has. He works her intensely, lets her grind on his facial hair to find pleasure as she wants to, and he’s finally rewarded with a short but powerful gush of liquid. He drinks her release, savours the sweetness of it, and continues to softly lick her until she whines and gets off of him with trembling legs.

Frankie expects Jay to collapse next to him but she seems to be rejuvenated by this last orgasm, because she straddles him and rubs herself on the bulge in his pants.

”God, baby,” she breathes against his skin before licking at his lips, into his mouth. ”You’re so fucking good at that, I love you so fucking much.”

”I love you,” he replies with a grunt. He could cum in his pants right now, mierda, how he could just explode from how she keeps rubbing that fine, slick pussy against his tight jeans…

”I need you.” Jay is already tugging his t-shirt up, kissing his chest as it is revealed. Frankie hesitates suddenly. The shame is still present in his mind. How can he let her love him, with what he has done? And how can he not, when he wants her so goddamn much?

”Frankie?”

Jay looks at him, this wonderful, beautiful, kind man who would never ask anything for himself but is always ready to give her whatever she wants. And now, all she wants is for him to not feel guilty anymore. He has atoned, he is back, is he clean and healthy and taking care of the girls.

He looks back at her, bashful at being exposed. He’s lost a little weight – apparently he barely ate during the weeks he spent on Benny’s couch – and has dark rings under his eyes but he has never been more attractive to her. She suddenly feels self conscious. She still carries extra weight from the pregnancy and her tits will never be the same again. And yet, she finds it so hard to believe that Frankie would care.

”Do you want to fuck me?” she asks in a low voice. Frankie frowns.

”Of course, I just…”

”Is it my body?”

He stares at her as he pushes himself up to a sitting position with her still astride his thighs.

”No,” he says with conviction. ”Never. Jay, you are beautiful to me, even more so now than when I first saw you. I just…”

She can smell herself on his mouth and it makes her ache for him even more, but she forces herself to calm down and wait for him to speak.

”I don’t see how you can let me even be here, in this situation, with you, after what I did.”

He doesn’t avert his eyes but waits for her sentence to fall. Jay cups his cheeks, strokes the bare spots in his beard, runs her fingers to the back of his head and into his hair. Frankie has to smile; Jay always had a thing for his hair.

”Frankie, do you really think you’d be here if I truly didn’t want you to be?” she tells him quietly. ”I know it’s going to take time for us to move past this but we got time. Neither one of us is going anywhere and we’re here, and right here and now I want to take your clothes off, take out that big, beautiful cock of yours, and put it inside me.”

He gulps audibly and Jay leans her forehead to his, their noses touching.

”Do you want to fuck me?” she repeats softly. Frankie wraps his arms around her and pulls her onto the bulge in his pants.

”Yeah.”

His pants and boxers come off in a flash and when Jay finally leads him into her, both of them are holding their breath and then exhaling in a deep, strained sigh.

”You’re so fucking wet, amor,” Frankie gripes. Jay cocks her head a little and smiles.

”You did do your very best to get me wet.”

”God, I missed you, you feel so good.

”I missed you too,” she whispers in a throaty moan as she begins to swirls her hips, the girth of him almost impossibly big in her despite the thorough lubrication. ”And I missed your big fucking dick…” She trembles with pent up energy and digs her fingertips into his chest. ”Just wanna ride you, baby.”

Frankie grabs her hands and pulls her down on him, capturing her lips in a sweet, slow kiss.

”Slow down,” he asks her, caressing her cheek. ”Just be here with me. Just… let me be in you for as long as possible. Let me kiss you and take care of you…”

He cups both her cheeks as she slowly moves on him, and Jay mirrors the move, holding his beautiful face between her hands as she kisses him again. He moans into her mouth when she squeezes him inside herself, then sits up suddenly, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up so that she can repositions her legs around his waist. He settles into her slow, lazy rhythm, lips connected in breathless kisses, the bedding rustling around them but not loud enough to wake the baby.

”I love you,” he murmurs into her mouth, ”I’m gonna take care of you for the rest of our lives, I promise, amor…”

”I know, baby,” Jay gasps, again hiding her fingers in his hair as she leans her forehead to his. ”I love you too, Frankie, you feel so good, you’re so good to me.”

His balls are unbelievably tight as she kisses him again, moaning low against his lips.

”Not gonna last,” he warns her helplessly. ”Baby, if you keep movin’ like that…” It doesn’t help that her milk-filled tits are right in front of his face, round and sweet-smelling.

”As long as you stay hard for me, you can cum as many times as you want,” Jay rules in a silky whisper that makes him choke on his own breath before burying his face in the crook where her neck and shoulder meet as he lets go and spurts inside of her in an orgasm that seems to go on forever as she keeps riding him at a slow but thorough pace.

”God, baby, I can feel it,” she gasps into his ear, ”I could feel that all the way inside…”

”Fuck,” he gripes against her skin, ”don’t stop, keep riding it…”

She obliges him and drops her head back when he closes his mouth around one nipple and starts to suck. The flow of the milk, the pull of his tongue, the warmth of his cum spreading inside her with nowhere to go but deeper; the intensity of it all has her squeezing her eyes shut and breathing in short, whiny huffs.

Frankie lets go of her nipple and pulls her lips down to his.

”Okay?” he gasps between the sweet, sticky kisses. Jay’s combing her fingers through his hair.

”Yeah, don’t stop, take the other one.”

He suckles her other tit, lapping up the milk as she moves on him, with him, and when her nipple slips out of his mouth he seeks out hers lips instead, drinks her moans, licks her breath, tastes her tongue.

”I love you,” he tells her over and over again. ”I love you, amor, I love you so much.”

She struggles to control her volume, hides her face against his hair, his neck while fighting to keep herself from riding him too hard as all sensation starts to gather and focus between her legs, inside her where his big cock is rubbing against her just the way she likes, higher and higher and higher…

”Frankie,” she chokes, ducking down to touch her sweaty forehead to his. ”God, Frankie, baby, I’m so close…”

”Lemme hear you.”

”I love you, baby, and I’m gonna cum on your cock…” Her voice is honey and fire in his ear and he grabs her hips, her ass, rocks her against him, him into her, his balls tightening so fast that he almost feels fourteen again.

”Cum with me,” he pleads, and she does, fluttering around him as he pumps his cum inside her, one of her arms behind her, hand grabbing his thigh. He has her mouth covered with his, muted moans traveling between them, his pelvis moving against her as she milks him dry, his hands holding onto her low on her hips, moving her as her rocking slowly comes to a halt.

He lays her down next to him, pecking her lips while reassuring her once again that he’s always going to take care of her.

”I know,” Jay murmurs throatily. ”I know, baby, and I’m going to take care of you too. I got you, Frankie.”

They doze off, Jay in a state of bonelessness after all the orgasms pulled from her, Frankie feeling that a piece of him has begun to forgive and heal. Bianca wakes them with her demand for a midnight feeding and as Jay is slowly stirring, Frankie gets up for the baby. He lays Bianca down next to Jay so that she can breastfeed lying down.

”Comfy?” he asks, laying down facing Jay as she helps Bianca to latch on.

”Uh-huh,” she yawns and curls her arm around the baby as it starts to suckle. Jay’s eyes fall shut and Frankie watches her and Bianca, heart swelling with love. Once again, he wonders what the hell he was thinking, almost giving this up for cocaine. How he couldn’t see straight, see that everything he needed was right in front of him, at home, on the couch watching TV, laughing around the dinner table, bickering in the morning, tantrums when leaving daycare…

As if his thoughts were a call for her, the door opens and Alma trudges in, the hallway light spilling in behind her.

”Daddy?” she whispers. Jay’s eyes blink open and Frankie quickly reaches for his boxer shorts, throwing the covers over Jay’s naked lower body in the process.

”¿Sí, mijita?” He pulls his underwear on before sitting up.

”I had a bad dweam.”

”Come here, let me kiss it away.”

Alma climbs into bed and lays down next to him, grimacing a little at the sight of Bianca. A devoted big sister, Alma still finds Bianca’s total dependance on Jay and Frankie annoying and incomprehensible.

”You don’t need to be scared,” Frankie assures her now with a kiss to her forehead. ”I’m here. Nothing can harm you.”

”It smells hewe. Did you fawt, daddy?”

Jay sputters behind the hand she quickly throws up in front of her mouth in a vain attempt at hiding the fact that she’s trying not to laugh. Bianca loses her latch and whines, and a little frown appears between Alma’s dark brows at the sound.

”Bianca must be quiet.”

”Sweetheart, how about I take you back to your own bed?” Frankie tries, thankful that the dark is hiding his reddening cheeks. ”Bianca will probably wake up a couple more times to eat.”

”No. I wanna sleep hewe.”

”Okay, but then you have to accept that Bianca will cry and maybe wake you up.”

Alma considers this. Frankie exchanges an amused glance with Jay.

”Fine,” the four-year-old finally sighs before burrowing into Frankie’s side. He pulls the covers over her, kisses her again, and wraps his arm around her before turning his head to Jay.

”Sorry my love, it’ll get crowded here tonight.”

”That’s okay,” Jay whispers, reaching her hand across Bianca’s little body to place it on Frankie’s arm. ”I love you.”

”I love you, mommy,” Alma yawns from the other side of Frankie, making Jay chuckle.

”Sleep, sweetheart.”

”Then be quiet,” the girl mutters. Frankie lets go of an amused scoff as he takes Jay’s hand in his and brings it to his lips.

”I love all of you.”

Alma falls asleep almost immediately but Frankie stays awake until Bianca is fed, burped, and put back in the cradle. He pulls Jay against his side, his free arm wrapping around her as she curls up with her head on his shoulder.

”I missed you,” she breathes in his ear. ”Rematch tomorrow.”

His dick twitches and his heart misses a beat.

”Shower first thing in the morning,” he whispers back and feels Jay’s lips curve against his.

[owls-den]

Some Best Wishes HC of mine (mostly in relation with my coordinator!trip fanfic)

Hope you all are doing well!

So, over the years I've gotten quite the list of headcanons for Best Wishes (mostly for Trip because... I'm kind of a Trip simp and always have been). I'll try to write as many as I can think of in this post but first, thought I'd share some other art I made of Trip in another one of his possible coordinator outfits because I like to design those way too much.

Every day, I wake up, and I think about him. You just KNOW he was dragged all the way to the tailor by Georgia and Burgundy, complained the whole way through, and then looked absolutely stunning on stage. Now he's matching with his Serperior :)) (not exactly the proudest with this design, could be better, but hey I have all the time in the world to redraw if need be cause the brain rot ain't going away >:)))

Anyways! So here are some very quick hc of mine (mostly related to my fic and I'll add content as I go):

Bianca and Trip are childhood friends. Since Trip is quite inspired by Cheren (and Cheren in Best Wishes has seemingly no relationship with Bianca), I'm going to say that the two of them grew up together. However, Cheren and Bianca remained friends despite their very different personalities because of the presence of the MC so without them, I think Trip grew up to find Bianca obnoxious and distanced himself from her. She tries to rekindle friendship whenever she can but it's often returned with hostility. Her making it farther than him in the league and also her getting a job under Prof.Juniper right away makes him INCREDIBLY bitter.

Trip comes from a quite wealthy family (not exactly rich but high middle class) and his parents are not home often. He doesn't hear much at all from his mom but his dad does try to stay in contact. The two don't see eye to eye most of the time unfortunately. I think Trip tries often to call for their attention and contacted his father before the league to let him know to at least watch tv when he'll pass but he got eliminated before his dad could see him on air. F.

Georgia and Burgundy are 100% besties. Their relationship might have started as a bit rocky but after the Junior Cup, they both shared their numbers and started hanging out a lot. They don't exactly share the same interests and still like to make snide remarks at times, but they try out each other's hobbies (Burgundy drags Georgia to different expensive restaurants, Georgia goes to watch an action movie with Burgundy...) and in the end, they really grew to be extremely close. I like to think what really drew them together in the first place was their love of gossiping about their respective rivals.

I hc that Georgia became one of Brycen's students after the Junior Cup. What I mean by that is that she sought more understanding of ice types to become a greater Dragonbuster and asked Brycen to train her. He agreed and he mostly taught her martial arts in tough weather conditions. For this reason, whenever she joins Burgundy into Pokemon Contests, she wears her training outfit which is extremely similar to Brycen's outfit.

I haven't yet decided something: Trip wearing both a hoodie and a jacket. Either: -> The hoodie is sleeveless and thus it makes sense to wear a jacket on top -> Trip is always intensely cold and needs all those layers. -> It's a fashion statement. In any case it leads me to the following

Trip has a terrible sense of fashion. I'm sorry but what is that color scheme son. Like I love you Trip, but I cannot let that go. Burgundy will go through his wardrobe and faint. But not just that, he doesn't know how to arrange his clothes to make it look good. During his first contest, he wears a black very plain suit (that is totally not his size) and leaves the jacket open and the tie out. He literally has NO FORM, this makes him look like a s t i c k.

Burgundy always wanted to be a Pokemon Coordinator and only became a Pokemon Connoisseur out of spite. After the league passes and everything, while hanging out with Georgia, she might realize that she feels way happier now that she's not thinking about Cilan or continuing her studies as a Pokemon Connoisseur. She has no interest in going to school for more time so she was wondering what she wanted to do with her life. And then, lo and behold, she found some posters talking about Pokemon Contests being brought to Unova and this enighted something inside her that she believed to be long gone.

Alder was more of a father figure to Trip than his actual father ever was. Trip, very young, started watching Alder's fights on TV, never missing any matches, and meeting him was the highlight of his life. That's why he really hung onto the words Alder told him after all those years and also why he was so distraught to hear him misremember his name or just, outright, not remember what he told him. He hero worshipped him for years, putting him on a pedestal he obviously could never live up to.

Trip went to a school to learn as much as possible about Pokemons before starting his journey. I just feel like his "returning back to the basics" line is rooted somewhere and knowing how studious Cheren was (and how he went to literally build a gym/school for trainers) well it makes me come to this conclusion.

Burgundy saw what she saw in her flashback. Yes, I'm with Burgundy on that one and I think that no one would start an entire career on nothing. She genuinely was treated poorly by Cilan and his brothers and this hurt her quite poorly. Her resentment towards them is what fueled her to become snotty and arrogant in their presence and... well now that she's been away from them for a long time, she realized that she has become a way better person. Cilan really brings the worst out of her unfortunately. (I want to note I have nothing against these three, I just really like the theory that they're part of Team Plasma. They're cool :))

Trip is naturally short. Like I personally have hc ages for everyone to age them all up to be between 15 and 25 and Trip, even at 16, is around less than 165cm. Because we stan a short king.

Trip has no muscles whatsoever. This man does walk a bunch of course for his travels but unlike Ash, he never trains alongside his pokemons and I absolutely imagine him taking the train to go faster during his travels because he is w e a k. He has absolutely no stamina whatsoever and if he starts running, he'll start huffing and puffing in about ten seconds.

Alright! Those are all the ones I can think of off of the top of my head. I also wrote some time ago what I envisioned to be a "better" character arc for Trip to go through during the actual series but I'll put that in another post, this is already pretty long.

Don't hesitate to ask if you have any question about a hc of mine or anything really :)) Always a pleasure to read y'all!

[heroes-of-olympus-next-gen]

Next Chapter

This fic might be one of my favourite pieces of writing. (I say that a LOT, ik but cope with me).It's the day Nico and Will drop Bianca in her dorm in Harvard.

Bianca stared at her childhood room. Yes, that was what she was calling it from that point forward. Her new room would be a small dorm in Harvard that she would share with a girl named Alisson Thompson, a pre-med student. The summer went by so fast that she didn’t even realise that their time was running out. None of them did. Everything after graduation was a blur.

“Are you packed?” Nico asked her, standing behind her. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the thought that Bianca was moving to another state four hours away from them. He was always sure that Bianca was meant for great things, but letting her go was tough.

“Hm?” She was too distracted to pay attention to what was happening around her. She was leaving her home. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

“Have you packed everything?” He repeated.

“Yes, I’m ready.” She said. She had managed to fit all the stuff she would take with her in three suitcases, a couple boxes, a backpack, and her violin case. “Dad is putting my stuff in the car right now.”

Nico never had his parents drive him to university. It was one of the moments that he cherished the most as a parent. He remembered the Harvard onesie Kayla had bought to Bianca when she was born. And now she was actually going there. “We’re very proud of you. We would have been proud of you in whatever school you would go to, but you got into your dream school.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Bianca confessed. “Any part of it.” The two of them hugged.

“That’s all you. All I did was read you the Iliad when you were a baby.” Nico joked. The first few months after Bianca was born and couldn’t sleep at night except if they reading to her all night. Nico had taken a more literary perspective and read Bianca classic Literature in English, Italian, Latin, and Ancient Greek.

She started laughing. “I am going to miss you. Is it too late to ditch Harvard and go to New Athens University?” Of course, she didn’t mean it, but a tiny part inside of her wanted to stay in her bedroom and never move out of her childhood house.

“I think so. You’ll have to go to poor old Harvard now. How about we go downstairs.” Nico told her and left the room.

Bianca picked up Albus from underneath her bed. He had understood that Bianca was going to leave which made him a little mellow as well. He was Bianca’s dog since she was 2-years-old. Another person she had to say goodbye to. She took him in her arms, closed both the light and the door behind her.

As soon as Albus saw the backyard, Bianca left him free to run. Charlie was waiting for her. “Hey.” She kissed him, not caring that her whole family was a room away from them. She didn’t know when or if she was going to see Charlie before Thanksgiving, and three months was a long time to be away from him. She was going to take advantage of every moment she had with him. When they stopped kissing she sighed. “I am going to miss you.” Their fingers intertwined.

“Me too. But it’s just a two hours’ drive from Yale. If you ever need anything I’ll come by.” Charlie told her.

“My roommate is going to be thrilled.” Bianca kissed him again.

“High PDA alert,” Zoe said as she walked inside. She was moving to MIT the next week, which meant that she would be a whole week away from Bianca. Still, better than a whole semester. “Sorry, wrong timing. Continue kissing.”

“Shut up and hug me. I’m trying really hard not to start crying.”

Zoe hugged her. “We’ll have movie nights every Friday. I’ll sneak in your dorms.”

“What would I do without the two of you?” Bianca put her hands around Charlie’s neck. “I love you.” She whispered to her boyfriend.

“I love you more.” Charlie smiled.

“Go, I don’t want you to see me leave. It will be like when Meredith watched Cristina leave. And I don’t need that kind of emotion” Bianca told them.

“Call me whenever you want.” Charlie kissed her on the cheek.

Zoe gave her a final hug. “See you next week, partner.”

Bianca stepped outside. The car was loaded up with her stuff. “We’re ready whenever you’re,” Will told her.

Jasmine hugged her sister. “I’m going to miss you.”

Bianca held her tight. “You can take anything from my stuff, and we can pretend that you never touched everything. You’re the master of the house now that I’ll be gone.” She whispered in her ear. “Come here. We aren’t that uncool.” She motioned to Ryder.

“It’s not going to be the same without you around.” He confessed. He was the tallest of the three.

“Aww, you’re going to miss me.”

“I never said something like that.” Ryder declared.

“I’m ready to go,” Bianca said and let go of her siblings.

“We’ll see you tonight,” Will told them as the three of them got in the car. The drive to Boston was 4 hours long which gave them the chance to also do a pit stop at Starbucks before leaving the state.

They spent most of the day unpacking Bianca’s stuff. Her roommate would come the next day which would give Bianca enough time to fix her mess. From their messages, Alisson sounded like a very nice person, and they had a lot of stuff in common. Before Will and Nico left they took Bianca out to eat dinner together.

“That’s it,” Bianca said as they drove her back to the campus. She had left her car in New York on purpose so that she could find a good excuse to go back home for a weekend.

“Whatever and whenever you need anything call us,” Nico told her.

Bianca hugged them both. “Thank you for everything.” She knew that if she started crying saying goodbye would be even harder.

“Thanks for being the most amazing daughter we could have asked for.”

“Bye,” Bianca said softly. They kissed her goodbye and then left.

As soon as they drove away from Harvard they both started crying. Under no circumstances they would have let Bianca see them crying on the day that they would leave her at school.

Bianca went to the common room where she met some of the people who were staying with her. She talked a lot with Izzie Montgomery, an economics major with an unhealthy obsession with romanticism era literature. Sometime after 12 she went back to her room and facetimed both Colin, Zoe and Charlie.

She put on her favourite sweater and reached to her backpack for her book. She got under the covers and opened the first page of the Iliad. It must have been the millionth time that she read that book. The binding was barely keeping the pages together. But it was a little piece that reminded her of home. She held the book close to her chest and maybe a few tears were shed. She finally closed the lights and fell asleep.

The next chapter of her life had just begun.

[byakuyasdarling]

Ah yes, Pokémon rivals; my favourite topic

Warning: this list is massively biased. I (kinda jokingly) rag on every ‘Awful’ tier rival, so if you don’t want to here that, feel free to skip that explanation. I am pretty harsh with Marnie, I know a lot of people like her, so if you do like her PLEASE don’t read her section because I do not want to upset anyone. 

Also, I do ramble a bit how I like SWSH but they are my personal least favourite games (which is a hot take, I know), so if that would upset you please skip. Take care of yourselves <33

I created the politically correct ranking of Pokémon rivals (/j)

Anyway, epic explanation under the cut:

*if N was on this list he would fall under “Amazing”. Breath-taking story, breath-taking development, great theme songs, awesome character, fantastic team.

Why Blue is in S rank (very long explanation compared to the rest)

You cannot tell me Blue (or Green, or Gary, whatever you want to call the main Kanto rival) isn’t THE BEST RIVAL EVER. They got it SO RIGHT. He inspires hatred, AND sympathy. Literally, his grandad, the only living relative aside from his sister we even know about, loves you (the player) more than him and it’s kind of sad. 

Blue is great, he has a crappy pronunciation of ‘Bonjour’ (see Pokémon Masters), he says ‘smell ya later!’ he has class, swag, and is by no doubt the most challenging rival character. He is the only rival I never swept on a normal run. He is always demeaning you; he is always one step ahead all the way up until the champion battle where you finally beat him. AND HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT OMG.

He still is arrogant and prideful, but respects people and wants to guide people to be better at Pokémon battling and thrives when he sees others succeeding - he doesn’t mind being ‘a former champion’. HECK HE’S SO COOL AND AMAZING. 

Also he has the best champion theme and encounter theme ever. Yes, he was a previous F/O so I am super biased; but so were 3 others on this list. 

Silver and Gladion

These two were my F/Os when I was much younger (around 12). They are great rivals with great development and story arcs. Plus, they have bopper encounter themes and battle themes. Gladion was my real introduction to the oc x canon community and inspired me to take drawing on as a hobby (as well as Lillie but I did not end up drawing her as much). 

Brendan, Cheren, Hugh, and Barry

When I was 10 playing Omega Ruby, I liked Brendan a lot (so... another past F/O... he’s the final one though). I dunno, he genuinely had a good friendship with that extra spice of rivalry with our character, May. I do not like friendly rivals (if my listing wasn’t obvious), but Brendan did it right. There was a lot of touching scenes with him and May *cough*cough* Delta Chapter *cough*cough* which really made me connect with him when I was 10. Now, Brendan and May are interchangeable depending on which one of them you pick to play as, so why have I ranked Bredan far above May? Better encounter and battle theme (yes, they have different instrumentation) and he gets the childhood crush pass.

Cheren is cool, I just really like his character and his attempts to create a good strategy. He is really dedicated to what he loves and becomes a gym leader (like BLUE DID. Blue has it all, really). Plus, glasses are cute :) (he is the same age as me, I can legally say that even though that was an obvious nod to Byakuya but you never know what people will take out of context). 

Hugh is cool becomes he somewhat feels like an asshole rival, but at the same time, has a really soft side. Like, his whole motivation to be a good trainer is to save his sister’s Purrloin that was stolen by Team Plasma. He is a hero y’all. Also GREAT encounter and battle theme; huge thumbs up. 

Barry! My man! Overall, cool rival with a great team. He is the second hardest rival to me (but Blue is harder than him by a landslide still). He is really funny in both the games and the anime and despite being a bit more friendly, he still sparks a lot of rivalry with you. Plus, his dad is battle frontier brain Palmer! How awesome! He was also my first rival, so that’s something special to me too. 

Average Tier

I like Hau as a character, he feels like a genuine friend and how he develops with the main character and Lillie is really wholesome. It’s just - I dislike him as a rival, a lot. Easy fights, not the best encounter theme... just kind of there. I get why people consider Gladion as ‘the true rival’ of S and M because he really is. Hau is also a rival that chooses the starter WEAK to your starter like the gen 6 rivals (who I hate with my entire being). 

Wally had a bad-ass final battle theme song and moment. That’s literally the only reason he makes the average tier. If this was a ranking disregarding ORAS he is easily down in the ‘Awful’ tier. 

I like Pokémon Sword and Shield... except I just don’t like them as much as every other game (yes. I did play Pokémon Yellow and enjoyed it more, thank you). I know you all HATE that, but that is just my opinion - I think I have earned the right to say that after my almost 12 years of playing these games and being a VGC player for a few years. It has good characters and some cool Pokémon and yeah... gameplay? Lacklustre. I really do not know what went wrong outside of story. Somehow the competitive battle scene is not the fun it used to be. Dynamax bugs me, the lack of megas bugs me, the dex cut REALLY bugs me. I know I am not the only one who thought this game lacked the charm other Pokemon games have. Graphically though, it’s very nice for the most part.

I have gone way off-topic, but anyway, yeah. SWSH rivals make average because I like their characters (especially Hop’s development). Outside of that, not the best rivals.

May is cool for a lot of the reasons I discussed with Brendan.

Lacking Tier

I like Bianca’s whole deal with her dad and how Elesa has a nice moment to shine too - and that’s it. I know the whole theme of her team is friendship but I die inside every time I watch a Chandelure uses RETURN. It was cool she returned in BW2 I guess? I like how her battle theme matches her personality, but it isn’t anything to write home about. 

I like Calem a bit more than Serena but I do not want to pull another Brendan and May (even though I had some good reason to do that) and I’m going to put them here. Bad teams and not memorable in the slightest, Calem and Serena belong in this tier. 

Awful Tier

X and Y rivals amirite??? They just suck. They are annoying and they suck. They have 3 Pokémon in all final fights, really? At least Shauna is likeable in the anime. 

I hate Trace. But, he has one funny memory I have with my dad that makes him slightly better. We both named him ‘Blue’ since Blue is the actual Kanto rival, but then Blue showed up in LGPE... And then the two ‘Blues’ talked to each other and it was mildly amusing at the time. Anyway, he didn’t deserve Blue’s champion theme (which is even used for Blue in later games outside of his champion battle (BW2), THAT IS NOT TRACE’S THEME. Anyway, he is the gross friendly rival that attempted to fulfil the best rival’s shoes. Sorry Trace, bad luck my dude. 

I just never attached to Marnie I suppose, but I can understand that she is important to those who are invested in her. I am about to fully rag on Marnie, so please skip if that makes you upset. 

 I am going to hurt a lot of people when I said I never liked Marnie. She was always just... like why do people like her so much?? I feel like most people like her because she is ‘funny haha goth gf’ which, fair I suppose. I just think she is super lacking as a rival, she makes no real impression as an actual character, and I think if you removed her from the game it wouldn’t make a difference. Don’t want to be that guy, but I AM that guy right now. I suppose she has a cute design?? and that’s it. Again, I am really biased when it comes to SWSH and rivals, so I suppose she really got the short end of the stick with me.

[a-tale-of-legends]

@weliveinapokemonworld asked about the relationship between Elliot and Alexis, and Elliot Alexis and Naomi! This is going to be a long one!

From the beginning, it was always Alexis and Elliot, Elliot and Alexis. They were born together, raised together, made friends together- I mean duh their hometown wasn't really big. Believe it or not, in their more younger years( 5-10), Alexis was considered the more outgoing twin, with Elliot being the ever- so shy girlie. Obviously when puberty starts to hit, there was a shift, and Elliot became more adventurous, reckless and overall more outgoing, and in return, Alexis became the cautious older brother ( I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but Alexis is the older one of the twins). Despite this change, Elliot was the one that made Alexis pinkie promise to each other that they'll never leave each other's side and well, you saw how that turned out.

Their nuzlocke journey( which , yes, I'm still doing Elliot's, I'm just taking breaks so I don't get overly stressed like Alexis'), I feel that's when the distance started to grow between the two. Which make sense: their pokemon were dying and both of them were 14 years olds who probably haven't experienced death in such a way. Well, they did experience death before, but I'll get to that when I get to that. I feel like Elliot, would actively try to go for her brother, since her parents are so far away and she doesn't want her journey to end, but everytime they meet, Alexis is slowly getting more and more drained.

I feel like I already talked in detail about the Big Leave( Sidenote: I wanted to do a small fic/ one-shot between Elliot and N with Elliot getting mad at N cause she blamed him for Alexis running away to " look for him" but only to end up crying cause she really just thought she did something wrong. It was going to end with Elliot inviting N to her house cause the man does not have a place to stay. I'm kinda mad that I never finished that), so let's talk about the big return. Obviously things are rocky between the two. Alexis was in a state if isolation that did not help his mental state whatsoever, and Elliot has no many ( angry) words to say that she holds back on cause holy shit, her brother looks so broken. Cheren, being Alexis' not really ex but also kinda ex, didn't hold back though, and Bianca, precious Bianca, actually gave him the silent treatment for a bit. Now in her head she thought that Alexis thought that this outcome from Cheren and Bianca made him believe that he was now truly alone in this world and all that jazz which pushed her further into keeping her thoughts to herself. In other words, she's a hypocrite. She wants her brother to be honest with her when she's not being honest with him. Now that's not to say she didn't punch him, or chew him out a bit- she did. Trust me she did. But after that? All of her qualms with her brothers action was tight lipped.

Okay let's go onto Naomi cause this is getting long. However, I'm not gonna go too deep into the three, since I'm kinda already writing about it( SwSh rewrite). Though I'll admit its taking a while, so I guess I'll give you something. Naomi, Alexis and Elliot had only met once before her gym challenge. At her father's( and the twins uncle) funeral ( unless you count video calls with baby Naomi). Given how Leon was on his gym challenge and later became champion, I feel the funereal happened a year after. So Naomi was only 6, and Alexis and Elliot were only 13( or 12 depending on the month the funereal took place, which I haven't decided on). So obviously, the three didn't meet on the best of times. I feel like the twins would try really hard to either distract Naomi from the fact that her dad passed away, or they should try to gently tell her that her dad is no longer with them, since I feel that she wouldn't understand what's happening ( I was thinking of a certain full metal alchemist scene) . Of course, the two are very emotional pre-teens, so they couldn't really break down the news to her in a meaningful way. Though, in the short time they had stayed in Galar, the three did bond a little bit.

Fast forward to now and this is slightly spoilery( putting this in bold so you know it's might be getting spoilery!), but I haven't even finished the chapter yet, and I still need to edit, so some things might change between now and who knows when the chapter is done( I don't even know if I'm gonna post it on tumblr yet), BUT I will say that at the mention of her cousins from her mom, since Naomi already knew the two were coming to Galar, she can't really remember their faces. And she would just chalk this up to her being six and not every six year old remember things ( especially given how it was involving her dad's funeral) but it was always so odd that she can't remember. It was always....foggy? Hard to see? Whatever it's probably nothing.

Going back to more general stuff, the twins act like mentors for Naomi, giving her advice about pokemon battles, pokemon, wild life( even though it's a bit different than what they're used to). However they also pose as obstacles, since the two, especially Alexis, ate extremely protective of her, not wanting her to get involved with any of the dynamax situation. At all. Which kinda ends up falling flat, cause eventually she will get herself involved, whether they like it or not....if she has the confidence for it.

[lifeofroos]

Part 65: Nico is doing some research with the gang.

In short: Nico gets therapy from Dionysus. In this chapter, Nico and his friends go to look for his family line. The rest is on AO3 and FanFiction.net! And in Tumblr tags like Pjo, Dionysus, Nico di Angelo, etc. 

This Might Be Crazy: Chapter 65: Grape flavoured Gatorade

Hades had been easy to persuade. He was almost eager to let me go to Italy, as if he wanted to see if there were any di Angelo’s left as well. It meant part of my plan succeeded. Now it was time to do some research. 

There was a centre of genealogy in camp Jupiter, where they obsessively kept track of family lines. Every line was written down in a huge book, which were a metre or so tall and broad. You couldn’t even lay them down on a table, you had to sit on the floor with the book in front of you. So it was the best place to start. 

Will went with me. He was the first I had told about my plans after my last therapy session. Already waiting by the centre was Hazel and furthermore, I had brought Pollux from Camp Half-blood with me. Dionysus already knew about my plan, so it felt safe to get his son on board. 

I sat down in front of my book. ‘Okay. We have a clear goal.’

‘We’re demigods,’ Pollux noticed dryly. ‘We never have clear goals. Or maybe we do, but it’ll become less clear in a minute or so.’

I narrowed my eyes. ‘Then we have one minute of serious study. Go. Search for Italy. Search for di Angelo.’

We managed to look through the Italian lines for a whopping five whole minutes before someone got distracted, when Hazel pointed at a name in her book: ‘That’s sounds like the last name of one of the new recruits.’ Will left his own book (Which had a fold-out family tree; they went for extra in camp Jupiter) to go look over her shoulder. ‘We have a new recruit called Gio Colombo. There is a Colombo over here.’

‘From 1876,’ Will thoughtfully said. ‘That could be a possible connection’

‘Maybe.’ Hazel sighed and looked at the branch that came after the aforementioned Colombo. ‘I don’t think I’ll be able to find Gio’s name, though. Not like this.’

Will blinked, before smacking his hand against his forehead. ‘We’re idiots, too,’ he mumbled. We all gave him a strange look. ‘What Hazel just said made me think: We should have just started looking for Nico himself, instead of the di Angelo lineage. There might be lots of people with the name Di Angelo. After we found him, we can search for family members.’ 

I blushed a little. ‘Eh, yeah, that sounds like common sense.’

Will sighed. ‘We’ll do that from here on out. Unless! Wait, before we make another mistake, Hazel, are there any maps for these books? As in, is there any way to see in which books which names are?’

‘Eh… yeah, I think so. Let me go take a look, I am sure...’ 

‘Of course we do.’ A girl with a hoarse voice  walked around the corner, with a map in her hands. She laid it out on the floor. ‘Look. Over here, you can see the family name, which are sorted alphabetically, and the books the names are in. Then, you can look it up again, and…’ There followed a whole lot of other instructions, which I kindly ignored. 

When the genealogist walked away, I looked at my friends. ‘Did any of you understand any of that?’

‘There is something, somewhere, and it’ll help us,’ Pollux stated. 

‘Yeah, not. We’ll just have to keep looking until we find… well, me,’ I answered. 

The rest mumbled something, before we all turned back to our books and maps.

After quite a lot of searching, Pollux tapped my shoulder. ‘I found... a di Angelo, from the nineteen-thirties.’ 

I crawled over to him. ‘Where?’

‘Here. Francesca di Angelo,’ Pollux muttered. He had a funny look on his face. 

‘Where did she live?’ I asked.

‘According to this, eh… Rizziconi? Is that how you pronounce it?’

‘Could be. Rizziconi is not Venice, far from it, but Francesca is probably a woman, so…’

‘So what?’

‘It means she probably went to live with her husband. Which means we might be related.’ Will, who was hanging above the book as well now, tapped the picture of the man next to her. ‘Then again, if she has a husband, she probably took his last name…’

‘Not according to this book? Her husband's name is not di Angelo,’ Pollux answered. ‘Oh, I see it now, her married name is right under her maiden name. Her married name is not di Angelo.’ He sighed. ‘Anyway, then we should go up, because her parents must be the di Angelo branch. The name probably comes from her father. He had a bunch of kids, anyway, eh, your mother might be around there somewhere, I think…’ 

‘I see no Maria,’ Will breathed into my ear. 

‘No,’ Pollux stroked a strand of hair out of his face. ‘Then we go up a ledge, maybe it is a different di angelo branch. Then we are looking for a man with a daughter named Maria, because at this point she can only have gotten that name from the male line if it is the correct line…’ Pollux almost tore the paper out. My head began to spin. 

‘How do you keep track of this?’ Will asked.

Pollux shook his head. ‘I don’t know. Anyway, I… still see no Maria di Angelo, I think, at which point we should go even further up… and that runs off the map, which means I have to flip a page.’ He sighed.

Will looked over his shoulder. ‘Hazel, did you find anything useful? We might find something here after another hour or so, but…’

Hazel pushed her book closer to ours. ‘I have been looking at Hades’ family line. The map doesn’t show every family member of his children, but I think that if we combine our maps, we can find something.’ She put her book under that of Pollux. 

I looked over her shoulder. I saw my dad and, miracle miracle, my own name, next to Bianca’s and slightly further away from Hazels’. It mentioned my mothers’ name, the names of my grandparents and those of my great-grandparents. ‘Pollux, do you have a… Nicola di Angelo somewhere?’ I inquired. ‘Never knew I was named after my grandfather, but alas, it made sense. Or otherwise a Marco di Angelo? He was my… great grandfather. It doesn’t run further.’ I took a deep breath and put my hand against my forehead. ‘He… I mean Marco… was married to someone named Maria Veronese...’

‘I have a Maria Veronese!’ Pollux exclaimed, while excitedly pointing into his genealogy book. ‘I got a Maria Veronese and praise the gods, she is married to a Marco di Angelo. They have a son, Nicola di Angelo, Who has a daughter, Maria di Angelo, who…’ He took a deep breath. ‘Has a son named Nico di Angelo.’ He pointed into the book, before laying down with an arm over his eyes. His breathing went very quickly for some time, until it slowed down again. ‘Oh, man.’ 

Wil kneeled down next to him. ‘Are you okay?’

He opened his eyes. ‘I am.’ He shrugged, even though he was still on the floor. ‘Information overrun. Dangers of the job.’

‘If you want to see ‘child of Dionysus’ as a job,’ I said, while staring into the book. 

It was told me who of my family members had died. It was strange to see a ‘deceased’ next to Hazel and it hurt to see it next to my mother and sister. For a moment, I doubted whether I was doing the right thing by going to Italy, but I shook that thought off. I could worry about that later. Pollux didn’t almost drive himself insane for me to walk away now. 

‘So. Unsurprisingly, all of my grandparents and their siblings have passed away. My mother had two sisters and a brother. Her brother didn’t have any children... but her sister did. That, sadly, means she changed her last name and then moved to… Toulouse.’ I raised my eyebrows. Sure, France, why not. ‘Okay, but I can’t do anything with that,’ I muttered, a little sad. ‘Alright, then her second sister, she had a daughter and two sons… blah-blah-blah… and...’ I took a deep breath, ‘to make a long story short, her three youngest descendents live in Foggia.’ It felt like a relief. Finally. A place of reference. 

Will produced a notebook from his pocket, with a pencil. ‘I am writing that down. What are their names? Of the last decendants, I mean?’ 

‘Sofia, Elena and Lucia. Their parents are still alive too, eh, Gabriella and Collin. That doesn’t sound all that Italian to me… anyway, them.’ 

‘Cool.’ I looked up at Will, who wrote it all down, before looking back at me. ‘Do you think that's' enough?’

‘What do you think? Actually, Will, how do you feel about me going to Italy?’

‘I am already worried and you haven’t even left yet. However, it’s Italy. I think Dionysus, Hades and Persephone, or, I don’t know, Apollo for that sake, will be there to save you whenever you are almost getting yourself killed, or something.’ He tugged on his shirt. ‘You’ll be fine. It’s Italy, the gods are with you.’ 

I nodded. ‘Thanks,’ I whispered. 

He gave me a tender smile. ‘I hope you’ll get something from it.’ 

‘I hope so too,’ I heard Pollux say in a defeated voice. ‘Otherwise this whole exercise was for nothing and my head hurts.’ 

‘Are you seriously hangover from a book?’

‘Shut up, Nico.’  

Hazel got up and stretched her limbs. ‘Shall we go get something to drink? I’m parched.’ 

‘I feel like getting lunch,’ Will answered.

‘I find these ideas top-notch, if I can be candid,’ Pollux said from the floor. Slowly, he got up. ‘Although I also got a life supply of grape-flavoured Gatorade with me.’

‘That’s called purple,’ Will corrected him. 

‘Grape-flavoured.’

I sighed and stood up as well. ‘Let’s get something to eat. I got my information.’ I took a deep breath. ‘Now I just have to seek out contact with one of them, and then maybe...’ I could actually go. To Italy. Now that it was basically within reach, it felt like the scariest thing ever. 

A/N: More Nico/Dionysus kid interaction! I wanted to add Dakota but then the truth hit me. Honestly that still hurts me to no end, I loved my kool-aid boy.

Does Pollux have a canon last name, actually? I don’t think so. I don’t even think we are ever told about heir second parent is. In the fandom, it ranges  from some mortal woman to some guy to Ariadne herself, I believe.