#zoey writes

[unmellowyellowfellow]

please soothe my curiosity by answering this poll. i've been thinking about it forever

[kurithedweeb]

I know we always talk about Garroth ending up looking exactly like his father, but what about Dante growing up to look eerily like Gene.

When he joins up with Phoenix Drop, he's still young. He's a little on the short side, still a bit too thin from life in the wild and imprisonment, and he's a little anxious and shaky around so many people after having grown unused to living in a village. The smiling faces of the citizens remind you of your old home, of clamoring crowds and standing frozen in the plaza as your brother . . .

Anyway, it's good here. It's easy to fit in. The guards joke around with you and make sure you're healthy. They don't know a thing about dual wielding, but you get plenty of sparring partners out of helping the local baker practice her magick, and you maybe make a friend too. You're not too sure how you feel about the Lord, but she's a kind soul and does her best to make sure you're comfortable here in town, and her kids are great. Babysitting the boys is easily your favorite duty. Yeah, it's good here. For the first time in a long while, you feel like you're doing good.

Then the war comes. The children and non-combatants are sent away. The jovial atmosphere of the guard tower has soured into solemn silence as you make your final preparations. In the morning, you step into the battlefield and you go to war for the first time in your life. You have a horrible feeling in your gut that it won’t be the last.

You, Sir Laurance and Sir Garroth make a good team. It makes you sick. The three of you cross the battlefield at a slow and inevitable pace, cutting down any soldier that dares stray too close, and together you cleave the enemy forces in half, scattering them. The killing comes easy to you. You had hoped that in this peaceful new village, with time, you would become unfamiliar to how easily you were once able to take a life, but right then you’re glad your body never forgot the motions of death. Glad for the blood that stains your hands—how can you be glad?

You can’t remember how long you fought for. Days, weeks? Surely not months, or so you think. Yours is a small force, and though Miss Lucinda is a good healer, she grows tired while the other army’s numbers are replenished time and again. You remember the bags under her eyes as she tipped a potion sip by sip into your mouth the time you were shot through the face.

You remember sneaking into the enemy camp in the dead of night, skirting around the edges of it to the back line where the archers rested. You quietly slit five of their throats before you were noticed, and managed to slash another across the belly before the arrow caught you in the side of the face, in one cheek and out the other. The wood of the shaft cracked when you bit down. It was everything you could do not to scream as you fled. Dale thought you were a fiend when you first stepped out of the shadows, face obscured in blood and cradling your jaw as you cupped a hand beneath your mouth in an effort to catch more blood before it left a trail. Laurance held you while Garroth split the arrowhead from the rest of it with a knife and pulled the shaft out the other side of your face, your jaw gripped tight in one hand to keep you from struggling. It took hours to pull the splinters from your cheeks and tongue before they sent you to wake the healer. The whole ordeal had been excruciating. You might have cried. You remember that a lot more clearly than most other times at war. After a while, it’s hard to tell which side spills more blood when so much is shed that red squishes out of the earth wherever you step.

Every day, you fought dawn to dusk. And then one day you won. By Nicole literally knocking some sense into her father, of all things! You find a quiet corner to throw up in and for a beautiful moment, you think life in this little town you’ve started thinking of as home will go back to being good. Until your Lord tells you to guard the village as she races past the gates, and she doesn’t come back. None who followed her do either.

For days, you stand waiting at the gates. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep. O’khasis is gone, Scaleswind has made a refuge of the plaza, and still there is no sign of your Lord or your brothers-in-arms. You won’t even leave to have your wounds seen to. Nicole has to drag a doctor to the gates to treat you, and the entire time you watch the forest hoping that any moment they will reappear. You only step away when someone brings you news that the ship that took the children away has returned. You should be the one to tell them.

Zoey knows something is wrong the moment she sees you. Levin and Malachi smile and ask where their mother is—they call you ‘uncle’ while they do. You get down on your knees before them, and you gather them close in your arms, and you cry as you tell them their mother has been missing since the day the war ended. You’re still holding them when the exhaustion catches up with you.

Zoey is with you when you wake. She tells you you’ve been out nearly two days. She fusses over you, and you know you’ve worried her because that’s what she does when she’s worried. You’re a mess anyway, so you let her fuss. You drink the broth she makes you, you change into the clothes she provides, you sit still while she cuts the unruly mats of your hair and shaves your face. You used to cut yourself shaving all the time, no one ever taught you how and you were only six or so when Gene was learning to; you don’t remember now how he showed you each step or the laugh in his voice at the face of disgust you made when you slapped a little hand into the lather on his face and left behind a tiny palmprint. Zoey doesn’t cut you once. When she’s done with you, she takes you by the arm and guides you back into civilization, where everyone who remained has decided already on search parties to go out looking for your missing friends.

You head each expedition. Dale brings himself out of retirement to watch over the town while you’re gone, and asks only that you also look for his son. Does he know you used to be a tracker, used to spend days in the woods trailing coyotes and runaways for enough coin to carry you through the cold months? You try for him, but the ground is soft still and every step anyone takes leaves a print, all overlapping and muddled. You keep an eye out as you circle the same stretches of woods for days, but you find nothing. Your group goes further and faster than any other, the first to find and dismantle bandit camps and dens of fiends, but no matter how far you go you find not a sign of anyone who has disappeared that day. It’s as though they vanished into thin air. Every time you return home, Dale looks at you with hopeful eyes, and every time you must take him aside and break his heart a little more. Eventually, he stops asking.

For a year, you search. The area has never been safer. You have never felt so alone as when people start to suggest that a funeral may be in order.

You feel like a monster for the rage in your voice when you denounce these people. You know they aren’t dead—you would have felt such a thing, you know, you would have felt pieces of yourself snapping like wire pulled too taut, you would have felt the sharp edges tangling inside you—it would have felt like it did when the brother you killed rose from the grave to slit your throat and cut your very existence from the memory of Boboros. You hear white noise rumbling in your ears when the first brave soul says Sir Dante, there’s been no sign for a year now, and your blood is boiling when you slap their comforting hand off your shoulder. You spit that you’re not giving up just because everyone else has taken no evidence of life to mean the surety of death, and with their pitying looks burning into your back to return to the woods. You scream into the trees until you can’t anymore. When it doesn’t help, you use your considerable tracking skills to hunt something, anything, until you feel human again.

You crawl back home the day before the funeral with your cape stained with blood; they held it back so you could attend. You polish your armor and swords until they shine, and the warped reflection of your own face makes you feel sick the way waging war did. You stand at attention the entire ceremony without moving a muscle. When Dale reads the names of the deceased at the end, offering their souls into the embrace of the Matron, you salute, and the clatter of your armor silences the crowd.

Everyone who fought in the war salutes with you. So do your Lord’s sons. You’re too tired to cry. You hold your salute long after everyone else has left.

The remaining forces of Scaleswind return home. One by one, family by family, the streets of your home empty. Without your Lord, without your guard, the citizens trickle out the front gates and never turn back. Some apologize to you as they say their goodbyes, and some of them you actually believe. You close the gate behind each of them until all that remains is you, Zoey, and your Lord’s sons. Then Zoey tells you she’s taking the boys to the Yggdrasil Forest. She holds you tight for too long and kisses your brow when you show them to the gate for the last time.

You can’t believe you ever thought you knew what loneliness was before this.

For five years, you are completely and utterly alone. You search and you patrol and you do your best to maintain the village. You don’t believe in Irene, but every day before dawn you stand before her statue and look down down down over the cliff’s edge and pray that this won’t be the rest of your life. That you haven’t deluded yourself into believing a fantasy, that you haven’t made such an incredible fool of yourself that people can’t bear to be around you, that you haven’t been forgotten. For five years, you pray that someone, somewhere, remembers that you exist. You look down down down over the cliff’s edge and have the terrible thought that you don’t know what you’d do if you were forgotten again.

The gate is falling apart. You don’t know how to repair the damage the weather’s done to it, you tried to patch the cracks but it never holds. With each year, you’ve been pushed further and further outtowards the coast. The only places you have the energy to maintain anymore are the guard tower and your Lord’s home. You blockaded the gates when the mechanism broke, you check it on occasion to be sure no bandits get in, and one day you hear voices from the other side. Familiar voices. You scramble up the wall and look over the other side at a boy you don’t recognize looking back up at you. He says, Is that Uncle Dante? and you climb down as fast as you can to embrace Malachi.

He’s nearly the age you were when you first met his mother. He’s grown tall, and strong enough to carry his brother on his back. Levin is fevered when you first see him, flush and hurting even as he dozes, and Malachi tells you he can’t walk from how bad he hurts. You remember how Zoey fretted over him when he was young, how sometimes he’d scream for seemingly no reason, and once you show them to their mother’s home Malachi refuses to leave his bedside.

You sit with them and ask where Zoey is. Malachi tells you of her obsession, and the relief that you are not alone in the belief that those who disappeared are alive feels like a hint of betrayal. You’re relieved that she’s driving herself into a downward spiral because of what? Because it makes you feel like you were reasonable to fight not to let their souls be put to rest?

You wait for her at the gates deep into the night and take her to her boys when she bursts from the woods, frantic that she’d lost them, and safe if your Lord’s home she holds you so tight your ribs hurt from the force of her grip. After so long, you’re not alone anymore.

You wake before dawn and strap your swords to your back. For the first time in a long time, you feel safe enough to go without your armor. You hike up the steep cliff to the Irene statue. You kneel before her to offer your thanks. You look into the pool at her feet and fear grips you by the throat.

Your brother’s face looks back at you.

You wear your swords the way he did. Your hair falls like his, dark in the shadow of Irene. Your face is gaunt and pale from old habits, eating only enough to sustain yourself so rations will stretch long enough for you to find more—do you remember how they starved Gene before they killed him? How they weakened him so he wouldn’t have the energy to fight? How pale and gaunt he was, dirt streaking over the side of his face, blood and grime drying in his hair, shaking and sweaty with how hard he fought back? Do you remember the scar that twisted around his throat when he returned from the dead to get his vengeance? Your collar is open over the scar he left twisting across your own, and it matches his own so very well. In the shadows of your eyes, you see his own staring back.

You think of the war. You think of how easy the killing was. You think of how easily Gene cut through the guards, the Lord, the memories of Boboros. The rage in his voice when he denounced you as his brother, the twist of his smile when he told you he would leave you to rot, Dante. No one will ever remember you. You can see that twist in the corners of your own smile, pushed into shape by the deep scars on your cheeks. You and your brother are the same.

You’re shaking too much to stand. You never go without your armor again.

[socialprawn]

Just rly happy w these two weirdos its been so much fun writing and drawing for them 😔🙏

[devilles-advocate]

OMG OMG OMG YOURE THE FIRST PERSON I'VE FOUND THAT WRITES FOR ZOEY💙💙

Could you pretty please write a Zoey stark x reader where basically Zoey just has a soft spot for the reader, so imagine Zoey and Shayna had a tagteam match and Shayna was looking for zoey. And she goes into a locker room or something and spots Zoey's doing readers hair or something sweet?💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Ofc!!

Sofie

Zoey stark x reader

You walk into the women’s locker room and see Zoey plaiting her hair,she looks up in the mirror and smiles when she sees you before motioning you over to her.

“Hey gorgeous,you need anything”

She smirks at you as your face reddens even after being together for nearly a year you still get flustered at everything she says.

You move to straddle her lap,resting your head on her shoulder.

“Can you plait my hair” you look up at her and she smiles

“Anything for you cutie”

Again your face reddens but she chooses to ignore it,instead standing up holding you and putting you where she sat before moving behind you with a hairbrush,comb and a small elastic band.

She gently runs her soft hands through your hair,carefully untangling little knots before running the brush through it.

As she gets closer to finishing the little plaits in your hair,the more you lean into her.

Zoey finishes your hair and she looks at you through the mirror,smiling herself at the little grin on your face as she leans down towards you,planting little kisses on your cheeks and down your neck all whilst keeping eye contact through the mirror.

“You like them?” Zoey asks,her voice a little husky from the past 30 minutes sat in silence.

You nod and get up,moving the chair and leaning into her,she wraps her toned arms around you and holds you tightly.

Zoey puts one hand under your jaw and pulls you into her,locking her lips and yours in a gentle but passionate kiss,minuets go by as the kisses continue until the door roughly opens.

“Zoey cmon we have a match!” Shayna barges in

Zoey groans and lets go of you,winking as she gets towards the door looking at you

“See you later love,watch my match” and she blows you a kiss before leaving.

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😋😋😋

[zoereeb]

The hardest battle I'm fighting is with myself and everyone thinks I'm absolutely fine. When in reality behind the walls, i die everyday, slowly. And grip myself every morning.

~zoereeb//

[mcdbutgay]

zoeymau cheebs (click for better quality + transparent pics)

some hcs below ^^ also i love how they complement each other so much GODDD

APHMAU SHALASHASKA

- aphmau shows up at phoenix drop’s doorstep pretty much half dead. no one knows where she came from, and upon waking up she doesn't remember who she is, where she's from, nothing.

- vylad carried her here because he knew that garroth was stationed in phoenix drop and he knew that the village was in dire need of help due to it being lordless; however it doesnt get revealed until way later.

- aphmau gets carried into the guard station which is where she resides for a period of time. zoey, who was visiting phoenix drop at the time (she was a wandering 'merchant' of sorts, looking for a permanent place to stay) feels a weird presence coming from her, not magical but also not normal, and decides to prolong her stay, healing aphmau back to health with garroth's supervision.

- aphmau wakes up and is sooo grateful they took care of her and decides that as payment she’s going to help make this mess of a village better (also she has no memory of anything that happened prior or why she ended up here anyway, so it’s not like she has anywhere else to go.)

- so she fixes up the roads and helps remodel some of the houses (i feel like this version of aphmau is much less princess-like and more handy than canon aph) garroth is very grateful for this

- anyway uh i dont actually have a lot of stuff for her since i find aphmau to be somewhat bland?? ig thats bc aph is meant to be jess for the majority of s1 but yeah uhh that needs to change. this aphmau is more rough around the edges, not afraid to fend for herself and those she cares for, but also very kind and compassionate. also very bubbly at times, but around those she trusts. she’s actually kind of against the idea of having guards follow her around all the time when she first becomes lord (because she believes she can do everything on her own), but later realizes that its much better to have backup bc the world is dangerous tm

- anywayz she grows closer to zoey when she moves into her house. she finds her presence weird at first but quickly gets used to her company, and she finds that waking up to the smell of tea everyday is soothing

- she is often sent out to the woods to gather whatever herbs zoey needs for her magicks. this quickly turns into aphmau trying to find pretty flowers to bring back to her pretty wife as a gesture of love friendship. sometimes she gets scolded bc she unknowingly brings back poisonous flowers or something but zoey knows that she does it with the best of intentions and thinks its kinda cute in a way.

- also aphmau brings back zoey pretty items from her travels, usually rings, necklaces, or even pretty rocks. zoey keeps them all in her room and looks at them while working on magicks stuff

- sorta angsty but i feel like aphmau definitely feels guilty for being absent for most of levin and malachi’s childhood. way in the future i feel like she and zoey would either adopt or have a biological kid of their own that they can both be present for, now that aphmau is no longer a lord and zoey is just enjoying her last lifetime with her beloved wife.

- OH AND i find it funny that they end up together since, at least in my canon, irene and zoey were a thing way back when. so like after irene left this plane or whatever and reincarnated as aphmau its like zoey and irene found themselves again in another lifetime (more on that in zoey’s section, which i actually wrote first)

- god i really don’t have much to say abt aph lol uh she’s bisexual (fem leaning, which is why she doesn’t rlly feel anything for garroth or laurence but does get flustered around guys sometimes) and demiromantic (takes a WHILE for her to feel any romantic attraction. again its why she doesn’t feel anything for G and L LMAO)

ZOEY TALTATHEIL

- was a devout follower and close friend of irene 900 years ago. zoey, although she wasn’t part of the divine warriors, was irene’s right hand woman, and would help her with decisions etc etc.

- she was kind of like a guard but not really lol. i do feel as though she began to mess around with barrier magicks as a way to protect irene, despite the fact that it got her exhiled from her home. she’d do anything to protect her.

- they were overall very close, but due to circumstances tm they had to separate. they never saw each other again sadly

- (although there are some books written by scholars that state that at some point lady irene had a certain lady friend who she lived with and shared intimate moments with. wonder who that is :P)

- ((also irene did have a family at some point, and levin is of her bloodline. he has blonde hair and blue eyes, guess who else has blonde hair and blue eyes? garroth ZOEY (and yes also garroth but thats a coincidence imo) so i think they are at least distantly related but very much so regardless))

- enough about irene. in zoey’s long 900~ year life she’s travelled to many regions, learned about many different cultures, and met many people, some who she did settle down with at some point. due to her immortality, however, she outlived all her previous partners and since then has been afraid to settle down with anyone, afraid of losing them to time

- it wasn’t until she met aphmau and levin (and later malachi) that she began to change her mind. she began to raise her children when she was away on lord duties, and she got VERY attached to them. she treated them as her own, and soon became accustomed to the idea of having a family

- she also began to see aphmau in a more romantic light at some point during s1. she didn’t know when the change from platonic to romantic feelings began but it didn’t matter. what mattered was that she had been raising another woman’s children as though they were her very own, cooking for the 4 of them like a happy family, and literally living the life she had always wanted without even realizing it.

- anyways she sleeps with aphmau in her room despite having her own room. she uses her room more as a workspace for her magicks

- also (and this is less about zoey and more about elves in general) i feel as though elves start out with dark colored hair and with the years it slowly lightens up until it’s completely white (doesn’t matter what color; zoey’s just happened to be blonde which is why she has platinum blonde hair pre-timeskip. it obviously doesn’t change this fast, but zoey giving up her immortality did speed up the process by a LOT which is why the change was so drastic in such a small amount of time (for an elf))

- speaking of her immortality, i feel as though it was the main reason that drove her to, you know, actually become a thing with aphmau. they were practically married pre-timeskip but they never really mentioned it, both scared they’d ruin what they had. aphmau being trapped in the irene dimension was the thing that drove her to spend years of her life studying, trying to get her closest friend, no, her lover back; losing her immortality was the final push to make it official. losing her immortality mean that they’d both pass within each other’s lifetimes, which is something zoey had always wanted (that sounds morbid but imagine being immortal and outliving all your loved ones.. i feel as though one can only take so much pain before it turns you crazy)

- anyways enough angst. since zoey has lived so long and has been all over the place, she has countless stories to tell and levin and malachi always loved hearing them. post-timeskip she tells the same stories to the children of phoenix drop in her spare time. she loves being around children and overall just loves caring for ppl ^__^

- as for like sexuality hcs uhh i can’t imagine her as anything but a lesbian lol

[www-librarytearoom-com]

In my mcd rewrite Dante is 16 as he's a freshly trained guard and the rest of them are all in their mid thirties roughly - given Garroth and Laurance are both head guards at that point and that takes years to gain that role (though I guess that's actually arguable because both of Laurance's dad's were Lords but I digress). Most of the other head guards are of middle age so I believe it's realistic for them to be mid thirties. Aphmau is also in her mid thirties just to bring closeness to the age with her potential love interests (cough, zoey, cough)

SO IMAGINE. Garroth and Laurance see Dante and they're just like, oh my god it's our child. I can imagine Laurance sat with Dante in their living quarters talking about how to woo the ladies like he did Lady Aphmau, obviously. Or Garroth teaching him fighting tricks that aren't taught in guard academy. Dante learnt to adapt them to his katanas and even 15 years later he still uses them. Basically them two giving Dante the family he lost, and giving him a new family. They know he's a guard and has responsibilities, but off duty they just let him *be a kid*. They don't know the details, they don't have ti know. All they do know is that this kid that has suddenly joined their little village and he has had a bad past, and they want to rectify what he didn't have.

Dante confides in Aphmau about anything and everything, truly seeing her as his big sister. Aphmau sees him as her little brother, and despite it being his job to protect her, any visitor who comes to Phoenix Drop who whispers about Dante is getting a mouthful and potentially being kicked out of the village because "What do you mean I can't do that Garroth? It's my village!" Aphmau also confides in him about falling for Zoey, and Dante absolutely acts as a wingman, being that suave younger brother he is having tea with Zoey, thinking he's so slick by going 'so, what do you think about Lady Aphmau?' But Zoey is centuries old, she knows every trick in the book and she caught on RIGHT AWAY. Though she did decide to humour him because she could appreciate his efforts.

Garroth and Laurance sneak around because they're scared that Dante won't be happy if he found out they are more than best friends. But eventually they find out he always knew and then they decide they're changing their roles to his dads because now they can act like a married couple and make dad jokes, which Dante *despises*

Basically they are all each others found family in times where they've lost their own, and they will always cherish the memories they shared. Domestic Fluff is something I loved in minecraft diaries and I wanted to develop that a bit more. Their bonds with everyone were so complex but not really shown much so its my sworn duty to claim that role.

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

In another universe Charlotte would've gone to that play with Sam and would have had to watch Ted die

[domripley]

Like Her

pairing shayna baszler x zoey stark

warnings: angst, ooc!shayna, ooc!zoey, pre-relationship, soft!shayna, drabble.

summary: zoey knows she shouldn’t let shayna’s comment upset her, but yet, it still does.

for and edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰🩵

a/n: me? writing angst and fluff with no smut in 2024 and with no reader?! it’s more likely thank you think.

Zoey sat silently in catering as she picked at her food. She knew she shouldn’t be upset over the comment Shayna had made; they weren’t close friends to begin with. But over the past few weeks, she thought they were starting to become closer. Zoey hated the fact that she was beginning to develop a crush on the older woman. She knew the comment was small, but she realized that her crush was the reason why it hurt so much.

”I don’t need to like her to tear your limbs off.”

The sentence ran through her head over and over, and all she wanted was to get back to her hotel room and sleep it off. Maybe some rest and a good meal would get her mind off things.

Finally taking an actual bite of her food, Zoey jumped a little as Shayna sat down next to her. Zoey knew she was going to have to fake feeling okay, not wanting to annoy the other woman. Shayna wouldn’t want to hear about her feelings - Zoey was sure of it.

“How long have you been sitting in catering for? An hour? Two?” Shayna questioned, looking at Zoey’s plate of untouched food.

“Almost two,” Zoey answered.

She wanted to keep things short, not wanting to give any indicator that she was upset.

“Why? Is everything okay?” Shayna asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Everything’s fine,” Zoey snapped.

She cursed herself, not intending to snap but she just couldn’t help it. Zoey had fallen for Shayna and for Shayna to say that in the moment hurt.

“No, clearly everything isn’t fine. Tell me what’s wrong,” Shayna pushed.

Zoey sighed, looking around to find the last few people in catering were cleaning up their areas and leaving. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, hating how nervous she was.

“It’s dumb,” Zoey stated, “I’ll be fine.”

Shayna shook her head, turning her body so she was facing her fully. Zoey looked back down at her plate, not wanting to take another bite now that the food she had been picking at was ice cold, but she wanted something other than her tag team partner sitting next to her.

“I don’t think it’s dumb if it’s upsetting you,” Shayna admitted.

Zoey felt her face heat up, knowing that Shayna was going to notice. “I don’t want to annoy you,” Zoey said, shyly.

Zoey couldn’t look at Shayna, afraid that she was sporting a knowing smirk. She wanted Shayna - wanted to be with her - but her overthinking had gotten the best of her, and over something so pathetic.

“You’re not going to annoy me, I promise,” Shayna reassured her, placing her hand on Zoey’s back to comfort her. “Tell me what’s wrong and maybe I’ll be able to help. Who do I have to beat up?”

Zoey smiled, finally turning to look at Shayna who was smiling at her. She had never seen Shayna smile so softly; it made her heart ache.

“You don’t have to beat anyone up, but thank you,” Zoey shook her head.

“But I did get you to smile,” Shayna smirked, taking a sip of her drink. “Now stop avoiding the subject and tell me what’s wrong.”

“Okay, fine,” Zoey sighed, knowing Shayna wasn’t going to allow her to avoid it any longer. “When you made that comment on air earlier, about ‘not having to like her to tear your limbs off’ - it hurt me a little, but I realize now that I was just overthinking something stupid.”

Shayna shook her head, “It’s not stupid, because it hurt you and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it because I really like you.”

“You do?” Zoey questioned. She was a bit skeptical and unsure of the context of what she meant.

“Of course I do,” Shayna confirmed. “You’re smart, funny, and yeah you can be annoying at times, but I love it. You’re also really pretty and I’ve liked you for a while now.”

“I’m- I’m glad because I think it just hurt me so much because I really like you. A lot, and I wouldn’t mind getting to know you more. If you want to, that is,” Zoey bit her lip, trying to read the expression on Shayna’s face. She was nervous that she had made things awkward.

“I would love that. What do you say we go back to my room and I’ll order us some food? We can watch some movies and talk and if you want, you can even sleep over. How does that sound?” Shayna suggested, which surprised Zoey, but made her happy.

“I would love that.”

[unmellowyellowfellow]

sometimes writing has you creating the most beautiful and imaginative world ever known

sometimes it has you googling "is it STREETLIGHT or STREET LIGHT"

[wawanakwawritings]

Can I get Brick, Scott, and Zoey with a s/o that's very flirty and likes to pick them up bridal style?

Brick, Scott, and Zoey with a flirty S/O that likes carrying them bridal style

a/n: thanks for the fun request!

Brick

Someone who's very flirty & forward is one of the best potential matches for this boy! He's spent his whole life training, but dating is something no manual could ever prepare him for. An s/o that takes initiative and constantly affirms their feelings for him helps him feel secure in what's definitely his first relationship.

It's easiest to fluster him when you two are in the infancy of your relationship; a simple smile or compliment sent his way is enough to make him lose his focus. Please have mercy on him, S/O. He's prepared to deal with enemy distractions, not S/O distractions!

Thankfully (for him), you flirt with him so often that he eventually gets used to it, at least to the point where he no longer trips over his own feet when you comment on his muscles. Now he only trips over his words! Maybe his drill sergeant will allow you to attend his training sessions again.

One thing that never changes is how happy it makes him to be literally swept off his feet. He swoons every time. Even if he's injured! He was pretty worried the first few times it happened though; he's a heavy guy, S/O, are you sure? He'd hate for you to get hurt because of him.

If it's a regular thing for you, he comes to expect it. He's prepared to jump into your arms at any given moment — just give him the order!

Scott

You're going to make Scott insufferable with how much you're inflating his ego. For example, someone thinks his voice is annoying? Well, you once said you could listen to it all day and as far as he's concerned, yours is the only opinion that matters. Why should he care what some loser thinks?

He likes to think he takes the flirting in stride, but he gets so red when you do things like hold his gaze and confidently tell him his blue eyes are the prettiest you've ever seen. He does his best to return the compliments, but fumbles and mixes up his words more often than not.

Keep the flirting directed at him. If you're flirty in general, it's going to cause problems in your relationship until you have a discussion with him about it. Underneath all that scheming and general mean-spiritedness lies an insecure farm boy who worries he's not a good enough boyfriend for you!

It honestly wounded his pride a little the first time you easily scooped him up in your arms. He's got some impressive upper body strength, y'know, you could hop in his arms next time!

Scott gets a little frustrated with himself if you can do something for him that he can't do for you, so the best course of action here would be to take turns carrying each other. He gets to enjoy some time off his feet in your arms and you get to do the same. It's a win-win, hun.

Zoey

VERY easily distracted by you and your flirting. You think her perfume smells nice today? Wow, thanks, S/O! It's not actually perfume, she's trying out this new berry body wash and... well, she's glad you think it smells nice! She was worried it'd be too strong. Everything else seems to melts away when you shower her in compliments.

It makes her especially happy when you flirt with her in front of her peers. She spent a long time thinking she's too plain to be noticed by anyone, it's so nice to have a S/O that's unashamed of being with her. She hopes she makes you as happy as you make her!

Don't worry, she's not the sole receiver of sugary words in this relationship. Zoey's way of flirting is more lowkey and earnest, but no less sweet. You styled your hair differently? She's the first one to notice and tell you it looks amazing. Is that a new shirt, S/O? It really suits you! And so on.

Like Brick, she swoons every time you sweep her off her feet. It's a little cheesy, but in a good way! A really good way. Just give her a head's up beforehand, okay?

She tries to carry you too! Keyword: tries. She's decently strong, but her arms and legs give out ten minutes after she's picked you up. It's nice to have you in her arms once in awhile regardless.

[rotiaftermath]

Finally got the first chap of the zawn fic out!! Even though Dawn hasn’t appeared yet I’m happy to finally get this out!! And just in time for my birthday too!!

It’s been a few years since Total Drama ended, and Zoey is convinced she’s happy with Mike. But when a reunion for the cast of Revenge of the Island comes along, she finds herself reconnecting with Dawn…

[devilles-advocate]

Rhea Ripley master list

She’s mine

[zoeyslament]

Toss Him In Back

In which Zoey Chambers panics and kills a man. Thankfully, a new cowboy friend with a baby blue pickup truck is there to help her bury the bully

“Let me get this straight–you just killed someone? Like…killed them, killed them?”

This was not, in any way, the way Zoey Chambers foresaw her evening going, but now here she was, pulled over in a bush on the outskirts of town with a full-on wild west cowboy staring her down while her ex’s lifeless body sat in her passenger seat, oozing from a head wound. 

…Maybe she needed to rewind.

It was an accident. Zoey did not want to kill Sam Sweetly, not really, not in the grand scheme of things. She didn’t want to have shot him with his own gun after he came by uninvited when he knew her roommates weren’t home, but that was, as the kids say “creep behavior” and the firearm was within her reach! She let the impulsive thoughts win, that’s all. Sam folded to the ground like an adirondack chair, crumpling onto the tile floor of the kitchen Zoey had neglected to clean for the past four days.

Oh, oh god…looks like you fucked up, Zoey.

She sighed and dug her keys out of her purse.

The ride to the Witchwood, the only place Zoey could think of to dispose of a body quickly, was mostly uneventful. They (being Zoey and the corpse, obviously) drove past a couple on an evening walk, what was either cardboard or a dead possum (didn’t matter; whatever it was looked like Sam currently) and some beautiful “Fuck Clivesdale” graffiti on the wall of the local shoestore, before the Ford started making noises similar to a cat coughing up a hairball. It sputtered to a stop, and Zoey had just enough time to pull over.

That led her basically to where she was right now: pulled over on a backroad with Sam’s remains splattering onto her dashboard. She had stepped out of the car to assess damage, but apparently she wasn’t the only one driving around Hatchetfield at 9:37 pm.

He was not a small guy; quite the opposite in fact! He was tall, beefy, and wearing an outfit that looked like it belonged on one of those guys from the gay cowboy movie that somehow ended up on tv last time she watched it with Hailey. 

“Hi.” She thanked all that was good in the world that her windows were tinted, otherwise the carcass in the front seat would have drawn a lot of attention. The man smiled at her, bright as the fucking north star, the light from her phone flashlight illuminating his gold tooth. 

“Didn’t expect to see no one else out and about this late.” He flashed that winning grin once more. “You lost?”

“Nope!” Zoey squeaked. “Not lost, just…broken down, I guess.” She gestured to the unfortunate state of her car. 

“Out for a little…evening joyride?” He questioned, peering around her shoulder. She shifted in front of him. 

“Yeah, haha, looks like I’ll have to get towed…” She snapped her fingers in a sort of ‘Ah, dang it’ gesture. He looked on kindly. 

“I wouldn’t mind given’ ya a ride home.” He held out his hand to shake. “Eddie Chiplucky. Dunno if we’ve met before.”

“Zoey Chambers. Don’t think we have. And, ah, thank you for the offer, but I can just…” She flipped through her mental list of people she could possibly admit to murder to. No names came up, save for her brother, Zach, who she did not intend on ever letting in on this secret. “I’ll call my…friend…or something.”

“Stranger danger?” He chuckled. “Welp, if you say so. Nice to meetcha, miss. I’ll stick around until your buddy gets here, wouldn’t wantcha to get cold. You can come sit in the truck and warm up, if ya want.”

“I’m…sure the heater still works in mine.” She stuttered, turning her attention back to her own car and the very noticeable bloody smear on the inside of the windshield. Eddie Chiplucky was not stupid, she could tell that much.

He’s onto me, isn’t he?

“Now, what are we gonna do about this whole…” Eddie moved his hand, vaguely encompassing Zoey, her vehicle, and the crimson-stained mess contained within it. “...Situation? How the hell did you even manage this?”

“It’s Hatchetfield. I don’t know if you southerners now this, but it’s really fucking easy to get away with murder.” 

“This ain’t your first rodeo, then?” He turned slightly, and Zoey’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of a shotgun tucked at his side. She wondered if he was planning on asking her to duel at high noon.

“Well…the first time wasn’t fully my fault.” She had just admitted to murder. There go my chances of being on Broadway! So long, big stage!

Eddie put a finger to his lips. “Zip it, lock it, put it in yer pocket. I won’t tell. You got a reason for why this fella had to meet an end?” He stepped closer, examining Sam through the window. 

“I didn’t know he had a key. We used to date, before his…wife found out…” The last part stung. Not only had she fucked around with a guy thirteen years her senior, but he was also married. Toxic, abusive, yes, but still a mistake on Zoey’s part too. 

“He had it comin’, then?” Eddie pressed his nose against the glass. “Yeah, he had it comin’. Look at that badge, that’s a cop right there.”

“That has nothing to do with the fact that he’s a scumbag.” Zoey insisted, knowing fully well that it had everything to do with that. “And he’s gone now anyway.” 

Eddie stepped away from the car and immediately jumped back a little. Zoey was shocked too, and before they knew it, the pair were bathed in hues of red and blue. Zoey’s first thoughts were omg, bisexual lighting! Before realizing she was A) not bisexual and B) probably about to get arrested. Eddie’s hand went for his gun as the car door opened. 

“We got a call about a drunk driver down here.” A short, brown-haired man with dimpled cheeks stepped out of the cruiser. Zoey recognized him immediately: Bailey B. Bailey, a regular customer at Beanies and a shitty tipper. “A couple on a stroll saw a young lady swerving all over the road.”

Bailey strutted up to the car, eyes never leaving Zoey. “Gonna need you to be a good citizen and take the breathalyzer for me, okay?” She took a timid step back. 

“I- uh…” 

“You know that arguing can get you in even more trouble, right?” Bailey sighed. He shook his head, glancing down at his feet. 

And then it happened.

He saw.

“Miss…Miss Chambers. What the fuck is that in your car? Unlock that car.” He growled. “Is that…? No! Sam? Officer Sweetly?

Zoey’s pulse quickened. She was dead. Bailey was pulling out his radio, he was gonna call back to the station and then she was gonna get arrested. For the second time that day, Zoey Chambers was about to kill a man.

She wasn’t even thinking. She just bolted toward Eddie, snatched the gun out of his reach, aimed, and shot a bullet directly into the cop’s neck.

Eddie stared at her, dumbfounded. “You’re a sharp-shooter.” He eventually choked out. “I guess we’ll need my truck. Toss him in the back.”

[arabella-s-arts]

Well, after watching Zoey 101 for the first time, I am now a Quogan fan. Which has led to me really craving two fanfics that don't exist (as far as I know):

#1 A fanfic that takes place after the prom where Logan and Quinn are out as a couple, and their friends have no idea, but they think their friends know. For those wondering how would their friends not have heard about their relationship through the rumor mill, well, Logan and Quinn's announcement ended up getting beaten by the news that Stacey no longer has a lisp. This fanfic should be around 10,000 words or higher, be funny, and it should take a really long time for the friends to find out. Also, of course Lisa already knows everything and thinks they are super cute together, and Vance is able to figure it out quickly. Neither of them realize the rest of the group doesn't know (after all, it's so obvious!), and they are the only ones who act normally when Quinn and Logan are being affectionate, while the rest of the group has their eyes bugging out.

#2 A fanfic where Logan secretly has a thing for Quinn before they get together. There are already fanfics with this plot out there, but reading those made me want to have one that was at least 30,000 words, and has a lot of angst. I want the Logan pov (not first person mind you) where he is in denial of his feelings, then figures they'll fade away, but his feelings get even stronger over time, and he has to accept that he has genuine feelings for someone (which he's not used to, since he's only ever gone out with girls where his only interest is that they are pretty) he believes could never feel the same. They don't necessarily need to get together at the end of the fic, I think I would actually prefer an open ending. Though there could be hints of Quinn starting to develop feelings for Logan.

[snowangeldotmp3]

tw: internalized homophobia dedicated to @figthefruitfaeth bc zoey and i were talking abt comp het and femme4butch nancy and then this was born.

Something is wrong with Nancy.

This was her third failed date since her breakup with Jonathan.

She doesn’t know what it is, why this was her third failed date. Nancy doesn’t do failed dates, much less three of them within the span of a few weeks. She’s not gonna call him—James or Jasper or whatever his name was—the date was awkward and suffocating and Nancy really just wanted to leave, but, manners and all that. To make things worse, Nancy just, couldn’t find him attractive. It felt like a pity date on his part, mostly. And to make things worse, they had absolutely nothing in common. He kept talking about what he expects from a woman; a stay at home wife and kids and everything that Nancy detested. Everything she actively wanted to avoid.

At least her and Jonathan had shared trauma, and a genuine connection—even if it was as just friends.

That’s why they’d broken up, actually. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him, she did! She loved him more than she ever thought about loving Steve, but it wasn’t in the way that she knew he ought to be loved; he deserved better than that. She couldn’t love him more than that. There was something wrong with her.

She just doesn’t know what.

Nancy sighs, rubbing her face and staring back at the ceiling. The ceiling stares back, and Nancy knows, despite the downpour outside, that she will not be sleeping tonight. At least, not for a little while, anyway.

She tosses to one side, arm curled under the pillow, now staring at her bubblegum pink walls, and recalls the events of all three failed dates, trying to see where they all went wrong. And all three come back the same; Nancy just... didn’t like them.

If she’s honest, she would’ve rather spent time with Robin at Family Video, unofficially stocking tapes and goofing off, making a ranking list of best to worst Molly Ringwald movies. Or listening to Robin ramble about whatever book she’s reading, or about her nerves for college.

Now that she thinks about it, she doesn’t even know why she went on those dates in the first place.

That’s a lie. She does know why. She needed a distraction. A distraction from a certain dirty blonde who works at the video store.

Nancy doesn’t know why she can’t stop thinking about Robin. She should be thinking about Jeremiah or Jacob or whoever the hell she saw tonight, but, no matter what, she keeps going back to Robin.

Her and Robin’s friendship had come easy after spring break. Both of them too afraid to be alone for too long, and Nancy specifically, wanted to make sure nothing bad would happen to Robin. She almost lost her in the Upside Down and she was not going to lose another person to that godforsaken place.

And maybe that’s why Nancy can’t stop thinking about Robin, because she reminded Nancy so much of Barbara. Down to Robin’s nerdy little interests, so close to Barb’s own nerdy interests—stuff that Barb was always so passionate about that Nancy always wanted to listen to her. Couldn’t help but listen to her. Nancy was never sure what it was with Barb, why she always felt this magnetic air around her, an electricity that Nancy constantly tried to ignore when Barb would accidentally brush her pinkie walking side by side in the hallways. She always wanted to be around Barb, and she could never figure out why.

Why Nancy loved it when she made Barb laugh with her stupid jokes; why she thought seeing Barb smile—she could be a little serious, much more serious than Nancy, so making Barb smile was usually the highlight of Nancy’s day—was like winning the lottery. Why their sleepovers always ended with Nancy curled up into Barb’s side, trying to get warm, and an arm slung over her waist, pulling her closer.

Why her death destroyed Nancy. A mourning that sometimes, Nancy never thinks she'll get over. What happens when you don’t know where to put all of that grief? Where does it go?

Nancy huffs, turning to the other side, where bubblegum walls and Tom Cruise stare back at her, still wide awake.

It was nice to have another friend, too, one that she could call in the middle of the night and talk about anything—everything—and feel like she’s got a real friend again. A best friend, even. She’s not a replacement for Barb by any means--nobody could replace her, but it is nice to have someone to talk to again. Someone who shares her love for stupid little jokes and who never fails to make Nancy laugh, even when she doesn’t want to. Someone who Nancy feels drawn to; this warm, giddy feeling inside when Nancy hangs out with her.

Thinking about Robin now—her laugh, her eyes, her hands—the feeling returns, taking root and blossoming inside of her, warming her inside and out, making her face flush and her stomach flip. Nancy can’t help but smile softly into the darkness.

Isn’t that how she was supposed to feel about Jack? That fluttery nervous feeling?

Wasn’t that how she was supposed to feel about Steve? And Jonathan? And the other two guys she went on a date with?

What was wrong with her?