#And orange goes so good with Finn!

[esilher]

can you draw finn with 19. beachy keen for the palette challenge thank you i love your style so much

First time drawing Finn, and i am happy I had the occasion… Thank you!

[delilahcalicocat]

Reader is playing a game of truth or dare with some of the women in the locker room and she gets dared to prank Cody by pretending that Pharaoh is missing but really Pharaoh is in the women's locker room. Include a pissed off Cody and reader trying so hard not to laugh and give in 😀 oh and Pharaoh being a good boy

Cody Rhodes x reader fic please?

A/N: Yessss! I love this so much! Thank you for asking

☆~Don't Ever do that again!~☆

{Rating: Fluff}

{Warnings: Swearing}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader}

Purple - Rhea Ripley

Green - Liv Morgan

Pink with Bold - Alexa Bliss

Orange - Becky Lynch

Blue - Pharaoh

While Cody was out fighting in a match, you were playing truth or dare with Alexa Bliss, Liv Morgan, Rhea Ripley and Becky Lynch.

"Ok so truth or dare Liv" Alexa Asked

"Truth." Liv sighed

"Do you have a crush on someone." Alexa Spoke

"Yes. But I'm not telling you who." Liv said through Gritted Teeth.

"Ok my Turn!" Becky Chimed in.

"So, Rhea Truth or dare" Becky Asked

"Dare, I wanna see where this goes." Rhea said

"Ok, I dare you to go find Finn and say your leaving the Judgement Day for good later" Becky said

You on the other hand, while everyone dished out dares and truths, you were lost in petting Pharaoh.

"Y/N!" Rhea shouted which caught your attention

"Uhm yeah?" You spoke

"Truth or Dare?" Rhea Asked

"Dare...." You said curiously

"Alright, I dare you to go find Cody and tell him Pharaoh is missing. But then in the end, call Pharaoh and tell Cody it's all a prank" Rhea said

"Ok-" You said

"Wait are you actually about to do this Y/N?"

"I think she is!" "Oh My god-"

"Wow she's got a death wish-"

You went to walk out the door, and Pharaoh went to follow you. You turned around and looked at the dog.

"Pharaoh, Sit. I'll be back" You said offering a few head pats to the dog

"Pant" was all you got in response.

You walked out of the locker room and made a beeline for the curtain.

"Y/N what's wrong" Cody asked

"Have you seen Pharaoh!? He's not in the bus.." You said

"What- Pharaoh is fucking missing? Was the bus unlocked?!" Cody said

"When I went to go get him, he wasn't in the bus, the door didn't seem tampered with or anything.. It might've been unlocked..." You said

"It might be one of the other fucking wrestlers. Jey probably did it as a prank." Cody muttered angrily

For the next 16 minutes, Cody and you wandered the halls. Cody acting like a toddler when they don't get the toy they want. He was pissed that his dog was missing.

"Where the fuck could he be?!" Cody shouted

"I don't know hun, the worst thought in my head though is that he might have run off outside-" You said

"That's the worst thing possible Y/N!" Cody spat

"Hun, I know. I don't where Pharaoh could be though, but he wasn't in the bus..." You said through a stifled giggle

You both continued to look all over the arena.

Cody was a angry mess at that point

You tried not to give in to laughter for the hour you'd been helping Cody look for the big white dog

But you succumbed to the laughter bottled up in you.

"Codes, Calm down.." You said

"How am I supposed to!? My dog is missing!" Cody Said

You snapped you fingers "Pharaoh, Here boy!" The big white dog then walked out of the women's locker room panting as it ran towards you

You patted the pup on the head

"Good Boy Pharaoh!" You smiled

You then offered the dog a treat you had for after the whole prank

"Bark *Tail Wag*" the dog sat there waiting for you and Cody's next move

"Pharaoh's Ok?!" Cody asked confused

"I'm sorry Codes, Rhea dared me to prank you by saying Pharaoh was missing" You giggled

"Don't ever do that again Y/N!" Cody said with a sigh of relief as he pet the dog

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

Villain! Ekko au - READ BEFORE YOU DOX ME!

FIRST AND FOREMOST

Ekko still has his morals and is still a good leader! I would never change that about him. So, Queenie, what does make him a villain if he still has morals?

Well, let's look at Ekko from an analytical standpoint shall we?

The number one thing he cares about is making Zaun a better place for people to live, not survive. He says this in season one. So, what do you think would happen if the number one haven he's been protecting for years goes up in smoke? Literally?

His tree, the tree that's been housing people for the longest goes up in flames while he finally decides to take a full night's rest. When he wakes up everything is on fire and the only reason, he makes it out is because of a few other firelights waking him up to get him out before he dies...like everyone else did.

He remembers the fire well...blue. pink. orange. red...fire. It was a multitude of sickening colors and rancid smell of chemicals that ate away his hideout until it consumed everything in its wake (This happened a year or so before season one).

Poor boyo just snapped after that incident...but for a good cause. Ekko's second voice of reason, Scar, was out for the count (he's alive don't worry, just mentally out) so...no one could get through to him.

Very few fire-lights were left, about 30-ish of them if you count some kids, teens, and (counting Ekko) adults. Some others managed to escape the tree/hide-out before it collapsed though.

He went through the proper three four stages of grief.

Denial

Anger

Bargaining

Acceptance

Ekko was tired by this point, tired of trying to be better, tired of the grief, tired of being nice. Everyone in Zaun knows it's "survival if the fittest" and "Either you can hunt the prey or be preyed upon" but Ekko fought that ideology for so long...now he realizes maybe he should stop fighting it and bend it to his will.

Chem-barons/crime lords run Zaun into the ground every day, Silco is one of them. Making things harder by distributing drugs and depravity of all kinds.

For the next two years, Ekko picked off the chem-barons one by one and took their territories to make them better. He tried to be civil of course, he tried to speak to them on a personal level, and at the end of every conversation, he says these words

"Either help me or lose everything you have...make your choice". Ekko hoped any of them would see things from his point of view...but they never did.

And in the end, they end up dead by his hands because they fail to understand or don't care enough to see things from Ekko's perspective.

Ekko had gained three new territories/turfs that he turned into safe havens. Whose territories/turfs did he take?

Chross, Smeech, and Finn's with his own strength, cunningness, and well...manic intelligence. Some of the remaining firelights were highly against killing people to get what they want. They were shocked by the complete 180 Ekko took...and it concerned them too.

Most of the adults tried to get through to him. "This isn't the way" and "you're better than this" speeches left and right. But Ekko wasn't hearing it.

"You're either with me or against me, which is it?!"

'Those assholes aren't helping Zaun at all. If I have to kill them then so be it!' is a part, he wouldn't add but it didn't need to be said.

None of them new how to answer that. So, most just walked away and left (refusing to be a part of Ekko's destructive path) while others stayed.

For the first few years the survivors lived in an old warehouse until Ekko moved them into a new turf/territory with more comfortable living arrangements. He never brought his fellow firelights into his violence unless they asked to help (most of them were too young anyway).

Ekko and Vi don't meet until Silco and Margot are the only crime-lords left.

Margot is a Chem-Baroness and the boss of Vyx, an illicit prostitution enterprise. She isn't really a threat to Ekko personally, but she ain't helpin Zaun and she wouldn't agree to side with Ekko so she's gonna kick the bucket soon.

She needs to go anyway if you think about it from his point of view. There are too many orphaned children in Zaun that could be corrupted by her depraved influence so it's fine.

I'm still figuring this au out but try giving me thought provoking questions I can answer!

[systastic]

Hi!! Can we get 2 level 3 creators choice DSMP (any au/source) alter packs??:3 tysm!!

oouhh… dsmp is not smth we know 3: but ill try nya!!! -🍥

thought it would be funny to make all of their alt names start with the same letter. if ya want them to be different lmk and I’ll find others :] -🌳

name :: fundy, foxy, felix, finn, flynn, fallon, forest, finley, fyxe (pronounced fix)

age :: 21

pronouns :: he/him, fy/fyn, fox/foxs

roles :: system hacker, overclocker, optijective, contrarian advisor, semi-architect, minecraftxenorole

species :: human/fox shifter

gender identity :: kitfoxthing, codegender, sunstelasyne, mangojellyic

orientation :: gay

source :: brainmade / MYCT

aesthetic :: constructivism, memphis design, minivan rock

appearance description :: being both half human and half fox has given Felix the ability to transform from a full fox form to a half-human and half-fox form. fyn hair in human form is a comforting shade of orange with furry black ears sticking up from the fluff. an orange tail with a black tip sprouts from just above his behind and is rather sensitive to the touch. a strange ombré pattern trickles down from his fingers and toes, disappearing as it reaches halfway up his forearms and calves. flynn makes a habit out of wearing long pants with a billion pockets on the legs and a hoodie with deep pockets to stash all of the things he pilfers from others. they’ll get them all back later… probably… if foxy remembers to give them back or gets caught red-handed. when he isn’t being a little shit, fyxe can be found gaming the day away at his computer desk, often to the point of forgetting to eat or drink.

personality description :: an absolute menace of a man who commits so many crimes on a daily basis. whether it be snatching up stuff that isn’t his, coding the headspace to have some sneaky traps implanted, or convincing someone into something through reverse psychology, fundy is always getting up to no good. granted, his version of “no good” revolves around snatching up objects, building or coding things into the headspace that would mildly inconvenience someone, or annoying someone else. still, it can get frustrating. he is a gamer and goes bananas over being given full access to a sandbox game, learning the ins and outs in a matter of hours and starting to mod it as soon as he can. if other alters make stuff in the same game, then fallon will try to help them… though his help isn’t always wanted.

likes :: gaming, coding, making stupid shit, playing with his friends, pulling pranks on people, foxes, creating things, working with others on projects, playing minecraft, committing crimes (not real ones, only lighthearted stuff), snatching things that look cool, YouTube video binging, and pilfering some late night snacks to soothe his hunger

dislikes :: his coding not working, getting caught in his own traps, being called out for the stuff that he does (people just can’t have fun nowadays, can they?), having to work on school stuff (boring!), getting frontstuck, being on his own for too long with nothing to do, and being bored. he hates being bored.

front triggers :: minecraft, coding work/lessons, the idea of making some mischief, pranks and practical jokes

signoff :: 🦊, 💻, 📝, or 🔏

Image source here

name :: callahan, callum, chandler, caelan, caelus, cian, cillian, conor

age :: 19 to 22

pronouns :: he/him, they/them, si/syr, dear/dears (dearself)

roles :: escutcheon, naturalist, pacific, advisor, minecraftxenorole

species :: deer-human hybrid

gender identity :: deerthing, etincechampic, faefolkspinnic

orientation :: achillean

source :: brainmade / MYCT

aesthetic :: mossy, goblincore, cabincore,

appearance description :: cillian is a shorter guy with curly brown hair, tanned skin, and deep brown eyes. he often wears a cloak over his shoulders to accompany his outfit. why they do this isn’t super clear — but what is clear is that they love their cloak and can often be spotted running around to make the wind blow it back. conor isn’t a huge fan of layers; this usually makes him go shirtless when wearing his cloak, or wear a very light tank top underneath. dear rarely wears shoes when outside as dear likes to feel the dirt and grass under dears feet as dear goes. some folks see this as callum being “dirty” or “gross”, but cal doesn’t care. he knows headspace isn’t as real as the outer world is. so what if he doesn’t wear shoes? it won’t hurt them any. cian sometimes has a muffler he pulls up over his mouth to give himself a barrier between his lips and the world. it feels… safe, somehow.

personality description :: callahan is a very sweet if not somewhat shy person. they’re known for their silly streak and ability to joke around even when they aren’t in the mood to speak. cal’s ability to mime is second to none, and god knows they can use their hands to accentuate things. unlike fundy, caelus doesn’t get any humor out of watching other people suffer. he prefers to help instead of hurt; it makes him feel better about his position and role. despite his preference for silence, cian does like to interact with others. this can come through gestures and actions or simply projecting his thoughts to other headmates without saying a single word. in his mind, this makes communication easier than talking does, what with word choice and tone and all of that. chandler is a bit of a loner, but he still likes to hang out with his friends for special or otherwise important events.

likes :: solidarity, sitting on the ground in the middle of a clearing, fresh dew on blades of grass, observing the world, reindeer, regular deer, in-game wildlife, the small details that really build up a video game, good graphics and smooth frame-rate, sandbox games, being able to play with others, and not having to use his voice to talk during a video game.

dislikes :: big crowds, loud concerts, being annoyed by fundy too often, griefers, people who make games no fun for anyone, rule breakers (ie spawnkills, save-scumming pvp fights, server bounty hunters, hackers, etc), unfair rules, being pushed out of a group in favor of someone else they don’t know, getting replaced, and having to wear shoes when outside for any length of time (it feels so wrong).

front triggers :: being on their own in otherwise busy places, an inability or unwillingness to speak, people-watching, world simulators

signoff :: 🦌, 🌎, or 🗺️

image source here

[rainofthetwilight]

Ethan Walker HCS!

as I promised in JJ's hc post, baby boy ethan's here!

(this time theyre not all are really connected to the lore post, but they may be confusing; so check it out if you haven't!)

he seems shy at first, but he's pretty chill if you leave a good impression on him

when he's shy, he speaks really quietly and only Jenna can understand him (and Lloyd, of course)

he may not have so much trauma now, but *looks at his older self* ohoho he will

when he was born, everyone had spoiled him so much, and Jenna kept playing with him at every chance she got!

he loves collecting pebbles! sometimes he'll go out to the monastery courtyard and just collect some of those pebbles he finds on the ground

with how he never left the monastery before, he can't imagine how big the world actually is, and he doesn't quite understand it, until he went to the crossroads for the first time

during those 5 years, Lloyd was practically his father figure since he had no one else, he knew he was his uncle of course but his mind couldn't process the fact that his actual father was Jay, never even knowing him (atleast properly)

he also has a big obsession for animals, he hated how he never saw them in real life but loved learning about them and watching documentries! (It bores Jenna to death)

his favourite animals are cheetahs, he always calls Jenna a 'cheetah' because of how fast she is

plus, whenever Lloyd goes to the crossroads to get some stuff, he sometimes brings him an animal plush when he could, so he has a literal collection of them

he also has little animal minifugures and ninja minifigures, too!

his room's walls' were also painted by Jenna! there's some landscapes too and alot of animals

unlike Jenna, he doesn't have that big of an intrest in drawing, but he does have a secret intrest in writing

he loves to embroider too!

he also only learns to draw for the purpose of drawing animals

he'll come out as bi in the future, continuing the chain of The Bi Walkers™

he hogs the TV from Jenna and tells her to use her phone instead, he loves to play videogames on it (and will soon become a master)

he usually watches Jenna and Lloyd when they train, most of the time it's out of boredom

when Jenna tells him about her time at school, he doesn't really like the idea of school because of the amount of people, he prefers studying with Lloyd

he didn't really like Kai at first, but he didn't say anything and made an attempt to spend time with him

same thing with Zane, but he was so amazed when se saw him for the first time and would ask him to make him some small sculptures

he loves books! he borrowed alot of of them from the team and Lloyd would get him his own books, too

he secretly prefers the romance ones, and will have collections of that genre in the future

unlike Jenna, he isn't that afraid of blood

he's actually a bit afraid of water, the first time he went to a pool he screamed and did not want to go in

he got used to it after a while and became a somewhat good swimmer, but still got an uneasy feeling whenever he's around it

that was also one of the reasons why he couldn't control his powers

he, Finn, and Noah's usual movie on their movie nights is a sappy Cliff Gordon romance movie, they never get bored of it lmao

he loves being carried!! he always asks either Jenna or Lloyd to carry him, and when his 5 new siblings came along Noah was carrying him almost all the time and he loved it, throw him in the air and he'll laugh like crazy (baby boy 😭)

another point added to the 'touch starved jayling' chart, he LOVES hugs and would never give up the chance to hug someone! he loves getting a whole lot of kisses too

he loves to help in the kitchen whenever he could from his love of cooking, and is extremely obsessed with muffins

his favourite colour isn't red or blue either, he really really loves orange for some reason, the clothes he's wearing is just clothing borrowed from Jenna's old ones!

he also stole that smile pin from Jenna, which was originally Jay's

he also took that headband when he one time snuck into Nya's locked room, his fringes annoy him alot so he wears it almost all the time, Nya was suprised when she saw him wearing it

is very inquisitive and curious, he'll never shut up if he has a question or notices something

he hates seeing someone distressed, and tries to comfort them the best he could

he's that sibling that would listen to your rants without ever getting bored, he loves listening to people rant, and would gladly listen to you if you need to talk about something

he knows about Jenna's PTSD, he doesn't know the full backstory but knows that whenever she needs alone time, he needs to leave her alone

when they reunited with Nya, he was still a bit wary of her and left Jenna to spend most of his time with her, but he quickly got used to having her around

Jay wasn't the smoothest thing either, Ethan did not want to be around him because he already had a bad impression on him

is obviously the baby of the siblings, literally no one can hate this little guy

he was afraid of Kaida too, and he didn't like the way she and Jenna fought, he'd always get scared when they did

he was also afraid of Kaida, Quinn and Tessa of taking Jenna's place as his older sister, he didn't understand that they were all his sisters

but once he did, he was pretty close to Kaida especially!

he, Kaida and Noah share their immense love for animals, and Noah always reads him his animal books along with Kaida

he also tags along Tessa and Noah when they watch animal planet

he absolutely loves hoodies and jackets, and when he saw all the sisters with their aviator jackets he so badly wanted one too

he doesn't really like pranks and thinks theyre rude, he'd only tag along if they're harmless

Jenna and Kaida taught him how to use insults, no regrets lmao

Quinn loves him to death, she loves borrowing his headband!

Kaida also teaches him how to use a gun, he literally gets so excited when she does

Tessa also uses him as a benchpress, he's so small she can literally benchpress him with one hand

there's never a time you won't find Noah carrying him or having him on his shoulders when they spend time together

he becomes the best cook out of his siblings, 10/10s every single time

in the future, he volunteers in orphanages, animal farms and schools while JJ became an actress!

he also becomes one of the tall siblings, maxing at 5'8 oh boy

his future partner is Tyra Karmakar (old oc), he has a taste for women that could kick his ass lmao

and there we go! I might add on to this too if I get anymore ideas, but finally here's some more info about our sunshine boy!!

[jakesuit0]

Hitman Review

“Hitman” starts by introducing the Breakfast Kingdom, one of my favorite kingdoms in the show, located in the Bad Lands. Similarly, Breakfast Princess has one of my favorite princess designs. The crew couldn’t decide whether to go with the drawing of Breakfast Princess or of what became Toast Princess, so they put them both in and made them sisters. Good solution! They’re eating breakfast in bed and it looks so relaxing. I love the oranges hanging in their bedroom. It’s just one scene and it left me dying for an episode set there. Ice King breaks in, which seems pretty routine for them. Breakfast Princess just calmly calls Finn. It’s funny how Finn and Jake immediately burst through the door. Finn accuses Ice King of using a love potion, a reference to “Ricardio the Heart Guy.” Finn and Jake view Ice King as more of a nuisance than a villain after the season two finale. They treat him like a misbehaving kid, grounding him instead of beating him up like we’re used to. Their argument over being grounded, with escalating punishments, is hilarious. Finn’s exaggerated smug expression when he threatens to increase the punishment to four weeks is the funniest Finn expression in the series. I love how Ice King takes the grounding seriously. Finn calls him “bubble butt”, and Ice King runs off with a shot of his big blueberry-looking buttcheeks.

I love Ice King throwing a temper tantrum back at his castle. Even in his anger, having to obey Finn and Jake’s punishment is just a given for him. He is fine with hitting them, as long as he stays grounded like he was told. He turns on his holographic computer, which has a pear logo. Ooo must have misinterpreted whatever records of Apple products they still have as a pear. That or Adventure Time takes place in the iCarly/Victorious universe. Ice King searches for a hitman online, wanting them to just literally hit Finn and Jake. He doesn’t know what a hitman is. No other episode portrays Ice King as stupid as this one. It’s an interesting revelation that Ooo has the internet, something that stays consistent. With how easy it is to find hitmen, the internet must be the wild west in Ooo. I can buy that as I doubt Ooo has an international body regulating the internet. Or Ice King just knows how to access the dark web. He hires Scorcher, another amazing new character design. Ice King is way out of depth interacting with someone like this.

Scorcher sets fire to the treehouse. Finn and Jake are making meat-filled sandwiches that look even better than the breakfast at the beginning. They got their meat from the fabled Meat Man, a character that we never see, which is probably for the best. Ice King puts out the fire, and I like how devastated Jake is at his sandwich being frozen in ice, and how angry Finn is at such a horrible tragedy Ice King brought upon Jake. Ice King still doesn’t understand that Scorcher is trying to kill Finn and Jake. He does not want them dead, he’s come a long way from his threats of murder in “Prisoners of Love”. Scorcher tries again while Finn and Jake are sleeping. Eating Meat Man’s meat is really weighing on Jake’s conscious. He has a guilt dream about it. Scorcher’s ability to transform into deadly smoke is really cool. He tries to suffocate Finn and Jake until Ice King again saves them.

Ice King pulls out a big cash money wad to pay Scorcher not to kill Finn and Jake. Scorcher burns it. He never asks for payment. He doesn’t give a shit about money, he does this for sport. He doesn’t speak, but you can tell he goes by a strict code. He made a signed contract with Ice King to not stop until Finn and Jake are dead. Ice King offers a talking reindeer head to hang, another amazing joke, this one much more random. Next he offers night-vision x-ray goggles “for when you have a lady houseguest”. The combination of both night-vision and x-ray is funny, as is Ice King using it to see women naked. Pretty sure you would only see their skeleton, but maybe that’d still be a turn-on for Ice King. He offers to let Scorcher kill his least favorite princesses instead. It makes sense LSP is one of them, as he didn’t like her lumps in “Loyalty to the King.” The picture of her looks derpy, she has more lumps than that! Scorcher views these attempts as nothing but insulting bribes. Ice King getting away by faking a leg cramp is another great joke. 

Hiring a hitman hitman is a brilliantly funny concept. Blastronaut charges nearly a hundred dollars. No idea where Ice King gets his money from. I love how Blastronaut blasts through guns blazing and Scorcher just calmly defeats him with a single slice. He looks like the protagonist of an old arcade game. But, it turns out he’s just a tiny, naked goblin in a suit. Ice King still has no idea who he’s dealing with, and tries to pull the ol’ “look over there!” trick. Ice King proclaims that somebody got hit in the “boingloings”, Ooo terminology for balls. It took the writers a long time to get this line past Cartoon Network. They went from using the word “balls”, to “nuts”, to “cashews”, and finally settled on the funniest version of the line anyway. It’s a very funny behind-the scenes story, just as funny as the episode itself.

I love the look on Jake’s face as he stares outside the window, having an existential crisis. He decides to stop eating Meat Man. The running gag about Meat Man is great. It’s totally unnecessary as this episode is funny enough as is, but it adds yet another great element to this one. Ice King comes to warn Finn and Jake about Scorcher. It’s quite the sign of development that he’s willing to swallow his pride in order to protect them. I like how Ice King saying “I hired a guy to kill you by accident” is just framed as a kid confessing to their parents that they did something naughty. Jake’s sarcasm is great, “Good job. Good job, the Ice King.” 

Scorcher chases Finn, Jake, and Ice King. It’s cool to see the three of them working together again. Scorcher almost kills Finn and Jake again, but Ice King blocks the attack. Even though it's his fault, Ice King saved their lives multiple times this episode. Scorcher is one of the strongest characters in the series, very few villains have managed that. Ice King proposes to freeze Finn and Jake to fake their death. They are having none of that idea, but it seems more like they think Ice King is too incompetent to not accidentally kill them, which is totally fair. I wouldn’t trust season 9 Ice King with my life. He freezes them anyway. It’s a good plan, and the first intelligent thing Ice King has done all-episode. I like Ice King aggressively hitting and kicking Finn and Jake while yelling “dead” to convince Scorcher. Convinced, he leaves. I would have liked a sequel episode where Scorcher finds out they are still alive because I really like him and he’s an actually intimidating threat. A sequel episode probably would have paled in comparison to this one though. It ends with Ice King sitting on Finn and Jake, finally being the one grounding them. Who knows how long he kept them like that. He probably got bored in a couple minutes and unfroze them, but it’s a great note to end on.

So, this one’s pretty great and memorable. It’s one of the funniest episodes, if not the funniest, in the series. It’s just nonstop jokes that all hit. Ice King has so many amazing lines (although the comedy isn’t limited to him). Even though I mentioned a lot of the jokes, there’s still plenty more great ones I didn’t (Ice King saying your eyeballs explode when you’re burned alive). There’s new amazing character designs, including an awesome villain. It’s also the first episode entirely from the point of view of a character other than Finn or Jake, and Ice King works wonders in that role. 

Grade: A

[sometimesrosy]

The 100 Rewatch 2023 Liveblog 1.08

Day Trip

Oh boy! The memories. This is the beginning of Bellarke for me.

We are going to post like men here. No editing. Forgive my typos. I touch type as i go and i may be fast but i'm not that accurate. I will remember to do a read more this time though. Because this is long.

We open with beefcake Lincoln strung up for torture. Honestly. That's rude. It's not sexy just because he's hot.

Miller told the dead kids parents the news that their kids were murdered by grounders. He wants "justice." and Bellamy says they're not killing him. Miller is an ass and puts mud on lLincoln and Lincoln headbutts him. LOL.

Talking to the Ark they want Clarke to find an emergency shelter for supplies. Diana Sydney is like nah. We're about to come down, the baby kids should stay put. Now Jaha is trying to get Clarke back with her mom but she blames him for betraying her dad, too.

Oh Dax is going to talk to "his parents" and it's Shumway to proposition him into murder. Just like he did Bellamy. But this time he wants B dead. Dax already beat a man to death. He's one of the murderers they talked about.

Now B and O are arguing about Lincoln. B is calling him an animal. Knock that off, kid.

Clarke wants to take Bellamy for the supply run at the depot. And he's suspicious. "I don't feel like being around anyone I actually like." Which he gets because hello Octavia.

Jasper and MOnty with grim humor. Don't worry about the grounder revenge. Byt the time they get here we'll be dead of hypothermia.

Ugh Clarke and Finn being all "I'll take care of you." ANd Raven is right there. "She's a big girl she can take care of herself." Then in comes Bellamy. ooh Finn is jealous. Bellamy is taking all the rations and Clarke is suspicious. "A lot can happen in a day." Foreshadowing. Sneaky Dax follows them out of the camp.

Miller goes to talk to Roma's parents and O sneaks up to Lincoln. She gives him water. Neat little canteen made out of what? Parachute? more beefcake as she cleans up his washboard abs and he is like smelling her or whatever. Y'all I don't like kidnapping/torture as a start to a romance. But this is better than most because he originally kidnapped her to keep her safe and she's trying to stop the torture.

He tells her his name because he wants her to remember him after he dies. "This only ends one way." Because he IS the enemy.

Clarke and Bellamy in the woods. I remember this. Bellarke in the wild. Bellamy is really feeling guilt and fear over the Jaha attempted murder.

Raven and Octabia in Camp. O is a mess. WOW they are catty to each other. O says "It must suck to come down here and find out your boyfriend is into someone else." OUCH. True but OUCH. Why is she so mean when she grew up with only two supportive people? Yes she should be messed up but should she be a meangirl?

Raven wants to do Finn and Finn wants to talk. "Something happened." She knows and she doesn't want to talk about it ever. She asks if he loves her "Always." I am puking. Stop kissing him. He's awful. Ew. She has the worst taste in men i swear. She NEVER got a good romantic partner. (Princess Mechanic)

Clarke finds a door Bellamy smacks it with his axe. Down they go into the bowels. Mummified bodies. The place is disgusting. No supplies. Boo. Ooh some orange blankets. Bellamy is mad there's no canteen or medkit or decent fricking tent.

A barrel full of oil. Bellamy temper boy kicks it over and VIOLA OMG GUNS. HUGE BELLAMY SMILE

Monty is tripping. Fermented nuts?Or hallucinogenic. Now Jasper is tripping but it's not as nice as Monty's trip. He sees grounders everywhere. Scary. He runs to O for help. She figures out that he's on something. HE tells her he loves her. She figures it's the nuts. She gives him an anti-grounder stick so the grounders won't be able to see him. "Makes sense."

We could have used more of that O in the bunker in season 5.

She gives Miller the hallucinogenic nuts. Lincoln knows.

:Ready to be a bad ass Clarke?" She doesn't want the guns but she knows they need them. SO he offers her shooting lessons.

Oooh. He reaches around her and touches her shoulder, his voice gets smoky and steps back from her. I forgot about the sexiness of that. Watch and learn. He tries to shoot and his bullets are duds.

"Still watching." smirky flirting. She shoots and BOOM. She likes it. B likes it htat she likes it. She's being responsible. "You left miller in charge of the grounders. You must trust him." He wants her to keep him close and she's like. OMG you're gonna run. He thinks the Ark are gonna kill him when they come down. O hates him, so he's leaving.

Tells her to keep practicing. He needs some air. THat was a SHORT scene. To base our Bellarke fantasies on for seven years.

Now he's tripping Jaha. Nightmare land coming up. "I did what I had to do." But Jaha calls him out for all his sins. Now he sees the 320 culling victims. Bellamy can't defend himself against that. All his guilt. He really feels it. Oooh. Sooky. All the dead people calling him murder and coming through the wilderness at him.

Now Clarke is tripping. She's back her jail cell in the Ark. See her dad.

Everyone in the deinguent camp is tripping and one kid is stripping so O takes his clothes.

Raven and Finn are naked in bed. M0nty pops in."I can't change the tide if the moon won't cooperate. It's basic physics."

Clarke realizes her dad vision is not real. The dad vision wants her to forgive her mom. Poor baby clarke is so young here. Everyone's counting on her and it's so hard. She's feeling guilt about torturing Lincoln. Dad says she did the best she could. This is the beginning of Clarke learning about forgiveness and why she could forgive Bellamy and Lxa and all those people.

NOW dad vision calls her a crazy bitch and turns into Dax.

O frees Lincoln. Gives him delinquent clothes.He thinks this will put her in danger. That's because he's a grounder and they are barbarians and would kill someone for doing what she's doing. Jobi nuts go bad and cause vision. So he can sneak out.

He kisses O.

Yo. You should really find a girl your own age man. She's what? 16? 17 at most.

Most beautiful broom in a broom closet of brooms. Raven taking care of the kids. Even Finn is taking care of the kids until he sees Lincoln escaping. He's like get on outta here. Which is, I have to give Finn his due, the best thing he does in a while. He forgives Lincolnd for stabbing him.

Bellamy bad tripping on his 'murder victims' He wants them to kill him. Jaha beats him up. "I can't fight any more." "don't you know? LIfe is a fight." "What am I supposed to do?""Live breathe suffer. if you want the peace of death you're going to have to earn it. You think you dserve to be free of your pain? You think you deserve that gift?"

But actually, the Jaha beating him up is Dax. "You shoulda stayed down there clarke I tried not to kill you. But Shumaway said no witnesses."

Walk away now and I won't kill you. You're choice. His gun misfires as he aims at clarke and Bellamy charges him. Fight. Dax has him on the ground. Clarke charges Dax and he slams her in the gut with the butt. B picks up a bullet and slams it into Dax's jugular. Not coincidentally the place where Clarke stabbed Atom to mercy kill him. A nice little callback.

Dax is gone, B and C are up against the tree. "Are you okay?" Clarke asks?

No I'm not. If my mother she knew what I'd done, who I am? She raised me to be better to be good and all I do is hurt people. I'm a monster."

"Hey you saved my life today. And you may be a total ass half the time, but... I need you."

The look on his face as he looks at her.

"We all need you. None of us would have survived if it weren't for you.

He looks away.

She tells him to come back with him. You have to face it. He says "Like you faced your mom."

You're right. I don't want to face my mom. I don't want to face any of it." She is obsessed with keeping everyone alie.

Why is the music so romantic right now?

Can we figure it out later?

Whenever you're ready.

Bullshit you didn't write this as romantic.

O is pretending that she got high too. She did not. Good cover. Miller says the grounder is gone. Jasper panics.

Bellamy is back. "LEt the grounders come" He's tired of being afraid. Looks at Clarke and they both drop the guns. Finn looks unhappy.

Team Bellarke. Leaders. Friends. Soulmates.

The story has just changed.

O is looking out into the woods. B comes up and gives her an oragne blanket. She takes it. "I don't expec tyou to forgive me but you'll have to find a way to live with me because I'm not going anywhere.

Clarke calls him in to speak to Jaha. B knows O helped the grounder escape. She says it wasnt her and thanks him for the blanket.

Jaha.

CLarke. When you sent us down here, you sent us to die, but miraculaously most of us are still alive and in large part that is because of bellamy." She wants him pardoned like the rest of them.

Bellamy doesn't depend on his better nature. He says "If you wnat to know who wants you dead." Jaha pardons him and asks for who gave him the gun.

Cut to Shumway being arrested. Kane is angry. Shumway thinks he's fighting for what he believes but won't say what that is.

Clarke checks Finn's wound and Finn tries to guilt her about the guns. And he tries to say that Bellamy is the real danger. Clarke TRUSTS him. Finn is horrified. That's because he knows B is his rival. "You and Bellamy are leading us down a dangerous road. I wish you'd talked to me about it first." WHEN was finn the leader? Fucking asswipe. She is like "I wish we talked about a lot of things."

Diana Sydney comes to Shumway and Diana has him killed.

I honestly do sympathize with Diana Sydney's position but she's such a horrible character (dare I say horrible actress I hate her D:) and her plans are so horrible that she, who should have been the good guy, becomes the bad guy. I'm usually for the proletariat, but Diana was vicious and stupid and mean and her plans were bad and unethical and selfish.

[tellwolves]

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened (june!)

memories, like the corners of my mind.

she doesn't like football. it makes her scratch her head, how americans decided to make the game so synonymous with thanksgiving. greta didn't seem too interested in it, either. a few years ago, they would've done something with each other to entertain themselves.

nowadays, she's not so sure greta wants anything to do with her.

" psst. junebug. "

she looks over her shoulder. uncle finn's dressed up like he's leaving -- his scarf, his gloves, his nice brown coat. so soon? a sharp, longing pang shoots through her chest. every time he leaves, every time she leaves him, she feels that they haven't spent an adequate amount of time together. " are you leaving? "

he shakes his head, muttering, " oh, no, no, no. i'm not. "

that makes her feel better. but, the question remains. " why are you dressed up like you are? "

he inches closer, and puts his arm over her shoulders. he pulls her close, and she instinctively curls into his side. she doesn't feel embarrassed. it's just them, no one will tell her eleven's too old for that.

" i was thinking me and you could blow this popsicle stand. " he jerks a thumb over his shoulder, towards the living room, towards dad and grandpa complaining about the ref.

she nods. " yeah. i'd like that. "

she puts on her shoes, then her scarf and gloves and her woolen jacket. she lets him situate the toboggan on her head, careful to not snag her ears with his rings when he slips it over them.

right hand on the doorknob, his finger goes to his lips. she mirrors the gesture. it feels like a breakout. it's nice to have fun little secrets with someone again.

they walk into the woods. with the trees surrounding them, the sounds of a newborn night, the silence that only comes with snow, it feels like a whole different time. that's why she likes them so much. everything modern melts away. they could've walked into a portal and not known it. she looks for a robin. maybe the secret garden is near.

they stop, and finn says he's going to build them a fire. she didn't know he could do that, but doesn't tell him so. she picks up three sticks that look good enough for kindling. finn's thank you, darling, you're a natural woodsy owl makes her feel warmer than any fire ever could. after a couple minutes, there's a fire in front of them. her uncle finn could do anything.

" you ever think about what the cavemen thought when they did that for the first time? " finn asks, brushing snow off a log he'd dragged over for them to sit on.

she sits down beside him, smiling, a giggle bubbling up her throat. she hadn't. " i bet they went crazy. "

they huddle together, her underneath his arm. she closes her eyes. she can smell his cologne, and her house, and, faintly, his apartment. lavender and orange. she finds herself staring at the fire more than talking with him. she supposes that's just as well: he's not being very talkative, either.

it's nice to just be held.

he gives her a tiny shake. " i'm going to teach you something. "

she looks up, but doesn't move. " yeah? "

" you know mozart, don't you? "

" yeah. duh. you play him all the time. "

his smile can be heard in his voice. " my apologies, young lady. " then, continuing: " there's a song in the record i play all the time. "

she sniffles, and sits up. " requiem, right? "

" just the one. you're a smart cookie, crocodile. well, one of the songs, or rather, one of the parts, it's called lacrimosa. "

lacrimosa. it's a pretty word. she likes it. she repeats it a few times to herself.

" it's latin for 'weeping'. crying. the state of being tearful. "

she loved to hear uncle finn talk. he sounded so -- educated. sounded like new york city. she wanted to be like him.

" this song and others like it are sung in the instance of someone dying. morbidly enough, " finn reaches and fixes her scarf, tucks some hair back into the toboggan, preening her like a proud bird would his chick, " mozart died before he could finish composing it. "

she shivers. she's not sure if it's the chill or the thought of a famous man writing about death, only to die with his work incomplete. she stays her silence, slightly bobbing her head to will finn on.

he leans in a little closer, drops his voice to an even quieter whisper. " do you want to know how it goes? "

her mouth opens, closes. she nods. he sings it through, his voice a little haunting in the stillness, especially since he's singing about death and crying and sorrow. he teaches her what each line means, translating it into english.

she sings it. they both do. over and over again in their small, quiet, wobbly voices, careful not to disturb any creatures that might be around. by the end of it, she knew it by heart. dona eis requiem. dona eis requiem

" we ought to start heading back. " he stands, and she mourns the moment coming to an end. she doesn't want it to end. " they'll be wondering where we are. " there's a pause as he puts out the fire. " i want to stay here forever. in the forest. with you. i never want to go back to the city again. "

her eyes grow wide. uncle finn, not living in the city? no, impossible. that's not right. that's a square peg in a round hole.

his smile seems a little sad. " i know i couldn't. " he opens his arm, the same one she's been under, inviting her to walk underneath it as they head back. she feels reassured, but still wonders if finn had meant to say that out loud. if that had slipped out on accident, and she was never supposed to know about it.

they follow their tracks home. turns out, they weren't far from home, at all. so much for the illusion.

" there you two are, " mom says as they reenter the kitchen, their cheeks red from the cold. one fist goes onto her hip. her smile is toothless, but entirely geniune. mom must be thinking that they're two peas in a pod. " saved you some pumpkin pie. there's two pieces in there with your names on it. some cool whip, too. "

" thanks a bunch, old woman, " finn says, teasing her with his nickname for her. mom feigns severity, looking like the school secretary, and goes back into the living room.

as she's leaving, finn says to her: " c'mon. i'll let you have this piece. it's bigger. "

when he's certain mom's gone, finn winks. she, more clumsily, winks back. their secret. they won't tell anybody where they were.

[k-venturetime]

🏡 The Humans & Friends 🪴

Sana “Fionna The Human”

She/Her || Lesbian || 26 || Color: Human/Green

🌷 is the oldest twin

🌷 specializes in guns & archery

🌷 she’s more of the police/law enforcement for Candy Kingdom

🌷 she loves to cook and bake

🌷 sometimes stays with their elderly mother and helps her with some chores

Polyamorous || Single || Switch || Flirtatious

💌 hard no’s : feet, waste play & watersports

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 : 0/4

San “Finn The Human”

He/Him || Bi || 26 || Color : Human/Green

🪻 specializes in swordsmanship

🪻 he goes on the exploring/expedition missions giving to him by Prince Gumball

🪻 spends his free time training the Banana Guards and other recruits

🪻 is kind of a loose cannon

🪻 has beaten the Ice King a total of 128 times

Monogamous, Demisexual || Single || Switch/Top || Shy

💌 hard no’s : feet, waste play & watersports

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 : 0/1

Wooyoung “Jake The Dog”

He/Him || Bi || 24 || Color : hybrid/Orange

🧸 is a non-specified dog hybrid

🧸 he can stretch his limbs to unimaginable lengths and weights without harming his internal organs

🧸 loves to sing while in battle

🧸 has been known to “swallow” foes… it’s unknown if he actually eats them or where they even go

🧸 likes to shift in his hybrid form and walk around the Candy Kingdom because the children like it

Polyamorous || Dating || Dom || Confident

💌 hard no’s : feet, waste play & watersports

💌 he is dating Winter (Lady Rainicorn) they will only be taking 1 other person together

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 : 1/2

Chaeyoung “Cake The Cat”

She/Her || Straight || 24 || Color: Hybrid/Orange

🩰 is an Orange Tabby Cat

🩰 unlike Jake and his ability to stretch far and wide, all of Cake’s senses are heightened which makes her good for distress calls around the Kingdom

🩰 was taught how to use a bow from Fionna

🩰 when she is not on duty, she works at an underground nightclub as a bartender with Momo

🩰 is allergic to dog fur

Monogamous(?) || Single & Not Looking || Sub || Bratty

💌 isn’t really into the whole dating scene and would prefer fwb’s

💌 doesn’t really have any hard no’s

Sunoo “BMO the Android”

He/Him They/Them || 20 || Color : Android/Black

⭐️ was created by Princess Bubblegum as an aided weapon for Fionna to use but during his programming, the lab short circuited causing the program revert to its basic form

⭐️ he loves learning new things; he loves making flower crowns and hands then out to the people of the Candy Kingdom

⭐️ has a mini control box on his arm; it’s how he learned he could change is eye and hair color

⭐️ is an excellent gardener

⭐️ he can’t necessarily eat but the Princess is working on something so he can

BMO is unavailable for NSFW activities

[fruitcoops]

Hi! I was going though your fluff masterlist and I just read the one with sirius and logan forgetting words in english and as someone who can relate to that a lot because english is not my first language, I loved it so so much! So I wanted to ask if you could please write a part two? ♥️

Aw, thank you! First fic is here, and SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

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“What’s a four-letter word for ‘beautiful’?” Finn called from the living room, where he was no doubt hunched over his crossword. Leo didn’t bother turning away from the stove to check—he knew their Saturday routine by heart and didn’t want to risk any burning biscuits.

“Joli!” Logan answered from the bathroom, voice muffled by toothpaste. Silently, Leo took the orange juice and put it on the top shelf; a forgetful boyfriend would not appreciate the sudden wakeup call of mint and citrus together.

“…like Angelina?”

“Like French, dumbass,” Logan fired back affectionately.

Leo locked eyes with Finn, who was laughing under his breath. “Pretty sure it has to be in English, Lo.”

“Says who?”

“Will Shortz.”

There was a cranky hum and Leo stifled his grin—Finn winked from the armchair, sending butterflies through his stomach. “Four letters for ‘beautiful’?” Logan repeated.

“Ways, baby.”

“Ouais,” Leo and Logan corrected at the same time.

A familiar head of wild, sleep-mussed curls appeared from the doorway. “I’ve got one.”

Leo raised his brows as Logan’s eyes sparkled. “Really?”

“Finn.” A smug smile spread over his lips; he leaned against the wall, casual as could be in a sweatshirt that certainly didn’t belong to him. “Four letters for beautiful.”

A beat of quiet passed before Finn knocked his head against the back of their armchair with a loud groan, blushing vivid red, then tossed his puzzle aside to hurry across the room. Logan was laughing when he captured his lips in a kiss and dipped him back like some perfect scene of old-fashioned cinema. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Tremblay,” Finn said around his smile as he nudged their noses together. “Romantic little shit.”

“Devastatingly handsome, too,” Logan teased. “And smart, and funny, and multilingual…”

“Who’re you describing, again?” Leo asked with mock-sincerity, flipping the bacon. Logan tilted his head back to look at him upside-down as Finn glanced up with that same dopey smile that had entranced him from day one—he hardly had time to maneuver around the burner before they were on him, peppering his face in kisses.

“Both my boys are too smart for their own good,” Finn said between kisses. He planted one more big one on Leo’s temple, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind while Logan snuggled underneath one arm.

“I can’t cook like this. Your bacon will burn to a crisp.”

Logan breathed in deep through his nose. “Gives us plenty of time to help Harzy with his crossword, then, non?”

II

Flour scattered every inch of the kitchen. Normally, Sirius was a lot more careful with his ingredients, but Jules didn’t have the most delicate touch when it came to using the mixer for dry ingredients. It was a miracle none of them had accidentally been blinded when the first cloud went up.

“Can you grab the strawberries for me?” Sirius asked as he beat the egg yolks into a light froth with a whisk.

Jules scampered off with an enthusiastic “yeah!”, leaving him and Hope alone at the kitchen island. She looked up from her measurements with a teasing smile. “Good call.”

“Better safe than sorry,” Sirius laughed. He was warm all the way down to his bones, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t from the oven behind him as he poured the yolks into the large mixing bowl and turned it to a low setting. “What do we need next?”

“Once I get the baking powder in, we’ll just need the strawberries and the batter,” she answered with only a cursory glance at the recipe. “Easy peasy.”

Sirius didn’t even think before he held the whisk out. “Oh, here.”

Hope took it, though she gave him a quizzical look. “Did you want me to put this in the sink?”

“What?” Sirius paused, taken aback. “No. You said you needed the batteur.”

She blinked at him. “Batter.”

“Batteur,” Sirius repeated, growing more confused by the moment. He was sure had had heard her correctly. “For the baking powder and the strawberries. If you’re worried about salmonella, I can rinse it off really—”

“Honey.” Hope broke off to laugh as she pressed the whisk back into his hand with a pat to his wrist. “Sirius, love, the batter. I need to add this and the strawberries to the cake batter once the yolks are in.”

Realization dawned slowly at first, then was rapidly overtaken by utter mortification. Sirius could feel the blood rush to his face. Batter, dumbass. The thing you’ve been making for an hour. “Oh. Right.”

“You are too cute,” she said with no small amount of amusement.

He covered his flushed face with his hands, paying no attention to the flour dusting every bit of his skin. “I’m so sorry.”

“It was an easy mistake.”

“Yeah, but it’s—” He waved vaguely at the mixer that was still happily humming along and made room for Jules, helping him set the large bowl of strawberries on the counter. “That’s not even the right word for whisk. I’m just going to do this now.”

Jules looked between them in obvious confusion. “What happened?”

“I failed at being bilingual,” Sirius informed him, dividing the strawberries evenly between their cutting boards. “Really disappointing my identity here.”

Jules’ frown deepened. “I thought you were gay?”

[anneimaginesundertale]

Underocean Headcanons

Now that both Bubbles (Triton) and Delphin (usually called Finn by most people) have been introduced in RP, I figured I’d post an official thing about the two of them. They will be available for asks and imagines once the RP is done, but won’t be part of a roleplay after this one unless we do something else at the beach.

The UO bros came through the machine back before all the boys lived at Anne’s house. They couldn’t really stay long with the main crew, so they found their way to Sweet Sands and have lived in the water near there ever since. They spent a lot of time with Blue and Stretch when those guys lived in Sweet Sands. They don’t NOT get along, but Blue and Delphin butt heads sometimes and their brothers tend to rile each other up for annoying their brothers.

Underocean Sans — Bubbles (Triton)

Officially, his nickname is Triton, but he hates it. His brother picked it to go with his own nickname but it feels snooty to Bubbles. He insists on being called Bubbles or Bubs instead.

His fish half is based on a clownfish, with orange, white, and black stripes. Like a clownfish, he gets protection from sea anemones. If he swims through one on a regular basis, his HP goes up. If he forgets, the protection goes away.

He wanted his nickname to be Clown but got shouted down by at least five voices. He also tried to go for Nemo but that got vetoed too.

He is very relaxed and laid-back and as much of a jokester as the other lazybones.

He has a singing voice similar to Scuttle the seagull, but that doesn’t stop him from singing (mostly to annoy others).

He “works” with Bailey at the shell shop. Most of the really good shells and sea treasures they have in the shop are from Bubs. Bubs and Bailey are…not dating, but not Not Dating, if that makes sense.

Bubbles likes to call people “guppy”. Usually it’s a term of endearment but it depends on tone.

He can teleport, like most Sanses. This ability includes teleporting to a different body of water. Technically the boys could live in any body of water, but they like the ocean near Sweet Sands best. (They might pop up in the pond at Anne’s house for a big important event at some point.)

Underocean Papyrus — Delphin or Finn

He picked his nickname and his brother’s very carefully. It took him a long time and he did a lot of research into Greek mythology, etc. He is very insulted that his brother didn’t like what he picked and is the only one who calls him Triton. Other than that, the two of them get along like most Sanses and Papyri.

Finn is very proud (as evidenced above) and he doesn’t like being wrong. He will bluster and sputter and try to correct himself. “What? Oh, yes, of course. That’s what I meant, obviously.”

His lower half is a dolphin, which is why he chose his nickname in the first place. Delphin was the Greek god of dolphins, which Finn thinks is really cool!

Because he’s part dolphin, he does like to do tricks. He’s very acrobatic and clever and loves showing off for people.

Finn’s best friend is a marine biologist named Quinn (yes, with the rhyming names). They met when Quinn discovered the hidden reef where the brothers live. Finn has assigned himself the protector of the reef, so he wasn’t too pleased to find someone trying to visit. Of course, it turned out Quinn just wanted to study the reef and was working with a conservation group to help further protect it. Finn agreed to help them with their studies and the two of them are now Best Friends. (There might be a crush on one side…or both…but neither of them is confessing to anything more than friendship at the moment.)

I haven’t thought too much about these boys, so I’d love to flesh them out a bit more. If you end up meeting one of them in the RP, feel free to ask questions and get to know them more. Otherwise, please save questions for after the RP is over.

[sabxism]

But I’m Here In Your Doorway

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Based on these lines from this is me trying: 

Pulled the car off the road to the lookout Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say But I'm here in your doorway

Word count: ~2.6k

Warnings: mentions of and encounter with possible suicide, injuries (blood, bruises, etc), mention of (previous) deaths

Summary: reader loses everything. after she nearly makes an irreversible decision, she goes to Poe for help. 

GIF not mine

The screams of your squadron members bounce around in your head. It was your fault, you knew that. You shouldn’t have set off without checking your ship. Without checking for any trackers. So it wasn’t a surprise when, out of nowhere, a group of TIEs burst out of hyperspace, straight into your fleet like pins being knocked over by 30 flying bowling balls. You had watched, helplessly, as your friends - your family - were picked off one-by-one. As they went up into terrifyingly bright balls of gas and flame and smoke. It was your fault. All your fault. 

Part of you was trying to cling onto the notion that you couldn’t have known, how could you have known? But the majority of your mind beat back those thoughts, letting the sickening guilt take over and push you into a dark corner. Debriefing had been a nightmare. General Organa had, of course, told you that it wasn’t your fault, that it was nobody’s fault but the spy she hadn’t discovered in time. She could sense the weight on your shoulders, sense you falling into a pit inside of yourself. 

After the meeting, she had pulled you aside.

“Y/N. I need you to look at me,” she said, turning your head gently but firmly with her right hand. “It isn’t your fault. You did everything you could. Sometimes, things are just out of our control.”

“I know,” you lied, just wanting this conversation to be over. Leia could sense your apprehension, and sighed.

“Look, I know that nothing I say is going to change how you feel, because I’ve been there, and I know what you’re thinking. I know it’s hard. Trust me.” you look down at the floor, scuffing the tip of your boot across the dusty ground. “It will get better. I promise you.”

“Thanks, general.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Leia?” she asks lightly as you turn to walk away.

“A few more, apparently,” you respond, the ghost of a false smile resting over your face. With that, you turn on your heel and head to your quarters. 

You step through the door as it slides open and sit down on your bed. You reach for your datapad, wanting to distract yourself with something. 

You click the screen on, and your heart drops. Staring back at you are the smiling faces of your squadron. You’re all clustered around Mari’s new droid, with hands on its shiny purple head. She had been so happy to get that little guy. 

Now they were both nothing more than dust drifting through the empty expanse of space.

 You hurl the tablet at the wall, watching as the screen shatters and falls to the floor. 

You place your head in your hands, silent sobs racking your body. You clench your hair in your hands, knuckles turning white. You stand up, body shaking, and walk out of your quarters.

You pass Finn in the hallway. He smiles at you, but you can’t bring yourself to do the same. You feel awful as he looks back at you as you pass him, but at this point there’s no use trying to fix it. You trudge outside and up to your x-wing sitting on the tarmac, the edges of the wings blackened from smoke. You glance around, checking the coast is clear, then scurry up the ladder and into the cockpit. You check the time. 

1800. 

Sighing, you boot up your craft and quickly take off. You cruise over the base a few times, watching everyone go about their day. Like nothing happened. Like 10 of the most beautiful, vibrant souls hadn’t just been snuffed like a match. You swallow the knot in your throat and head for the atmosphere. You need to get away from here. 

-

“General Organa!” Leia turns, to see a frenzied runway tech sprinting towards her. “Y/N took off on an unauthorized flight.” 

Leia swallows thickly, her heart dropping. “How long ago?”

“We noticed she was left just now - but it looks like she’s been gone about an hour.” 

“Then there’s nothing we can do but hope she comes back safely.”

“That’s what I was worried about.”

-

You land on a nearby forest planet, after searching for about ten minutes for a place to touch down. You pick a plateau on the Western side, lowering your land gear as you begin to descend. You hop down from your ship onto the grassy earth, and look around. 

It’s quiet up here. There’s a soft wind blowing, and it weaves delicate fingers through your hair and across your face as you take off your helmet. You let it fall to the ground, and decide to walk around for a bit. You make your way to the edge of the plateau, and look out across the forest beyond. It stretches on for miles, a swath of dark green. The last rays of the sun blaze across the sky, painting the clouds with a pink-orange hue. 

You glance down, and your heart drops to your toes. It’s a long way to the ground below. You begin to back up, but for some reason you find yourself stopping. You get closer to the edge, still looking down. It would be so easy to just take another step. Just one more. All of this would be over. You wouldn’t have to feel this guilt anymore. 

Your knee lifts up slowly.

Realizing what you’re about to do, you scramble back, falling to the dirt. You brace your hands on the ground, digging your fingers into the earth to anchor yourself. Your chest heaves, and your vision spins. The ground seems to buckle, to toss you around. The sky bends and arches above you as you struggle to breathe. You roll over onto your stomach and wrap your arms around your knees. 

You don’t know how long you lie there, but by the time you have the courage to stand up and walk again, the moon is floating in the sky above you, and the stars glimmer against a black backdrop. 

You climb back into your x-wing and sit there, staring at your dashboard. Your eyes meet one of the few pictures leaned against the fuel gague. You and Poe lean against his x-wing a few months ago. You have your arms wrapped around each other. He’s kissing your cheek, and you’re laughing, open-mouthed, your nose scrunched up and your eyes shut tight. 

You take a shuddering breath. Poe. You couldn’t believe what you’d almost done - what you still might do, if you don’t get out of here. You couldn’t leave him like that. You rapidly go through your flight checklist and then take off, headed back to base. 

You land on the tarmac around 0200, exhausted and beaten down by your own thoughts. You hop out of your ship, landing on the ground with a thud. 

You start walking, not really knowing where your legs are taking you, but you end up at Poe’s quarters. You can hear movement inside the room. You raise a trembling hand and knock once.

He opens the door, and his eyes widen. His mouth moves silently, searching for words.

You swallow thickly, a nervous knot tying in your stomach. 

He takes a step toward you, not quite believing what he’s seeing. Leia had told him that you’d left suddenly after their meeting, and he had grown worried that you were hurt, or worse. But here you are, standing in front of him. Your form is limp and you’re drawn into yourself. Your face and neck are caked with blood and dirt, and your eyes are clouded and empty. 

“Hi,” you say weakly. He quickly closes the gap between the both of you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. Your arms hang limp beside you.

“Stardust,” he breathes, holding you tightly. “I was so worried.”

Tears prick the corners of your eyes, falling down your face and onto Poe’s shoulder. He pulls back, concerned. Cradling your face in his hands, his eyebrows crease with worry. 

He looks down at you, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb. There’s a silent question written across his features. You shake your head tearfully. You don’t know what to say. 

“Baby…” he whispers, pulling you close to his chest again. You clutch at the back of his shirt with shaking hands.“I’m here now - you’re safe. You’re ok, you’re ok, you’re ok.” He repeats those two words over and over like a mantra, equally to himself as to you. “Let’s get you inside, ok?” he says, and you nod. Placing a hand on the small of your back, he guides you into his quarters. 

“I’ll grab some clothes for you,” he says as you sit down on the edge of the bed. He rustles through his drawers, eventually coming up with a long-sleeved olive green shirt and a pair of grey boxer shorts. He sets them on the bed next to you. “Are you good to take a shower?” You think about it for a minute, and slowly shake your head. The idea of being pounded with thousands of tiny droplets makes you want to hide under a blanket. 

“Too much,” you murmur, and he nods in understanding. 

“Ok, love, that’s fine. We do need to clean you off and deal with these cuts, though.” he gestures to the lacerations across your skin. You nod weakly. You hear him pad over to the refresher unit and grab a medkit and some washcloths, which he wets under some running water from the sink. 

He kneels in front of you, and motions for you to take off your flight suit. You slip it halfway off, letting it rest around your waist. Poe sucked in a breath through his teeth as he saw the bruises blooming across your torso and arms. You’d gotten tossed around pretty bad, getting knocked through space by several of the TIEs. You’d slammed your sternum right into the dashboard at one point, and small fragments of something had slashed open nearly every bit of exposed skin and even some under your suit. 

“Y/N…” he says quietly, tearing up. You bite the inside of your cheek, hating to see him so upset. 

He gets to work cleaning your cuts. He’s as gentle as he can be, but you still hiss as the cold water on the washcloth cleans out your cuts, and tears start to fall as he bandages up a particularly bad cut on your stomach. He holds your hand the whole time, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you need to, never even flinching as your vice grip tightens around his fingers. 

“Ok, baby, let me check your legs and then you’re all set,” he says, and you turn away, face flushing with nervousness. He’s confused for a second, then has a moment of understanding. He’s never seen you naked - you weren’t ready to get intimate yet, so you guys had been taking it slow, and now really wasn’t the best time to breach that barrier. “You can change into the shorts first,” he says quietly, and you look back at him gratefully. 

You make your way to the refresher unit, shutting the door behind you. You peel off your flight suit the rest of the way, followed by your undergarments, crusted with blood from the cuts on your stomach. You pile the discarded clothes in a pile by the shower, and slip on the shirt and shorts Poe had leant you. You take the opportunity to glance into the mirror above the sink, and grimace at the reflection that gazes back at you. Hair messy and tangled, face bruised and covered with small cuts, you were not a pretty sight to behold. Sighing, you head back into the main room. 

Sitting back down on the bed, you lean against the wall and stretch your legs out in front of you. Poe sits down on the mattress next to you, surveying your exposed limbs. They aren’t as bad as the upper half of your body, but they definitely aren’t good. He dabs at the cuts gently, taking your hand again. He mutters sweet nothings as you clench your teeth and shut your eyes tightly for the next few minutes as he finishes up. 

“All done,” he eventually says, and you relinquish your grip on his hand, wiping the tears from your eyes. He looks up at you, and you almost melt at the love in his eyes. You realize in that moment how lucky you are - that no matter what, he’ll always take care of you. Always. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly, and he smiles softly, opening his arms. You crawl over to where he’s leaned against the headboard and collapse into his embrace, breathing beginning to even out. 

“You need sleep, baby,” he says, and you nod. “You can stay here, if you want.” You nod again, and he presses a kiss to your hair. “I’ll grab some extra blankets from the closet.” He gets up and goes to retrieve them. You get under his comforter and lay your head down on one of the pillows. Your eyes drift closed.

 Poe pads back over to the bed and pauses, looking down at you. He swallows thickly, tearing up. He makes a promise to himself then and there that he’d never lose you like that. Never again. 

He lays another blanket over you, then switches off the lights. He quickly changes into some sleep clothes and then gets under the covers, laying down facing you. 

“Poe?” you mumble, searching for his face in the dark. 

“Right here, honey,” he says softly, and you inch closer to him, a bit nervous to get too close. He senses your unease and smiles softly. “Cmere,” he says, draping a hand over your waist and pulling you close to him. You tuck your head against his chest, a warm feeling creeping into your very core. Being this close to him is grounding. You take a deep breath in. The scent of the lavender soap he uses clings to his skin, and it washes over you. You listen to his breathing, feel the rise and fall of his chest. 

“I love you,” you breathe, eyes widening as you realize what you just said. The two of you haven’t exactly said it before. You feel Poe freeze beside you, and your heart drops. You mentally kick yourself. How could you say that right now?

“I love you too,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. You blush furiously as he tilts your head up with his thumb and forefinger. “To the edge of the universe and back.” He presses his lips to yours, feather soft. 

“I love you,” you say again, just because you can. He smiles softly. 

“I’m proud of you, I want you to know that,” he says after a while. “For...getting through all this. I know it hurts, and it’ll stay that way for a bit, but…” he pauses, taking your hand in his. “But I’ll always be here if you need me. To talk, or just listen. You can lean on me, ok?”

“Ok,” you say quietly, looking up into his eyes. 

“Ok,” he whispers.

“Ok.” You smile, and his heart flips at the beauty of it. He pulls you into his chest once more, and you’re out like a light almost instantly. He presses his lips to your forehead before drifting off, holding you tightly in his arms.

[zodiyack]

first of all, i really love your blog. you write so good✨🥺 i binge read ur works a lot. i wonder if i can request a shelby!sister wherein her family comes home one day and see her sleeping on the sofa, tired but all bloodied because she fought back to some drunk dudes before coming home. then they fuss around her, being protective and angry asking who did it and she just gets annoyed cuz they woke her up while she was sleeping and then her saying she dealt with it and just goes back to sleep.

Thank you, my love! That means so much to me! I’m happy you enjoy my works!

Your request is under the cut, thank you for requesting 🥺💕 Had to add some Pol luhv and I’m sorry I might’ve strayed a tinsie-bit so uh- enjoy

A Shelby Like The Rest

“What the fuck?” John is the first to walk through the door, toothpick dropping from his mouth as it falls open wide, similar to his eyes.

“What is it?” Arthur grunts behind him, gun at the ready. He too stops when he sees what his brother had seen, expression similar but only for  a second. His skin begins to turn a shade of red. “Tommy! Get in here!”

Right on cue, Tommy and Pol make it through the door. Ada following shortly, Finn soon after. Ada and Polly are the first to get any closer to you as you slowly rise from your horizontal to them- vertical to you position on the sofa, both giving silent glances at each other in agreement to inspect you carefully. You rub your eyes before squinting at the two.

“What are you doing?” Your groggy voice informs them that you’ve only just woken up from a seemingly deep slumber. “Pol? Ada? What-” Your eyes lift to your brothers, narrowing more as you scan their faces. “The fuck you lot staring at?”

Finn snickers but quiets when John nudges him harshly. The boys all stand back, allowing their sister and aunt some space to check you for injuries. When they come up empty handed, they make their ways forward at a calm pace, as if any faster would scare you. Like you were some wild steed in need of care.

It clicks in your mind as they grow closer, a rage bubbling inside of you just barely strong enough to push past your sleepiness. “I’m not a child! I’m alright!”

“What happened?” Tommy’s voice is stern and the question that leaves his mouth comes off as a demand more than the inquiry it actually is.

“Nothing!!”

“Nothing? Fucking Nothing!” He looks at your other siblings and aunt before facing you again. “If it was fucking nothing, why the fuck are you bleeding, eh?”

You snap with annoyance. “It’s not all mine!”

They all wait with anticipation yet mutter quietly in shock. “Who’s blood is it then? If it’s not all yours-”

“I don’t know. Someone’s.”

“Y/n. Who’s-”

However, it’s just his luck that you’re too tired to continue dodging his questions. In all honesty, you would do anything just to return to your comfy little spot on the cushions. “Some drunk bastards! They picked a fight with the wrong Shelby, that’s all.”

“What drunk bastards?”

“Some.”

“Y/n. Answer your brother’s question. What ‘drunk bastards’? Do you know their names?” Polly intervenes, just as upset as your brothers.

“No.” You huff, having had enough. “I don’t know their names, and no, they did not hurt me. I am fine, and I would like to go back to sleep if you’d be so kind.”

The silence is awkward but gives you time to lie back down and turn, your back facing them as you huff and readjust in the sheets. You get comfortable, sighing contently and yawning. Just on the edge of sleep, your brother decides he’d like to participate in interrogating you.

Finn shrugs. “So you’re alright then?”

“Yes! I’m alright!! I dealt with it! Can I please just go back to sleep now?!”

Your family stares at you a minute longer before nodding and walking to the other room, each bidding you goodnight as they pass. Your aunt is the last person to exit the room, the noise of her heals layering over the small cackles of the fire. Polly bends over the side of the sofa, face lit with an orange tint due to the hearth’s dancing flames in front of your makeshift bed, and kisses your forehead softly.

She rubs your head with just the right mix of roughness and tenderness, your eyes fluttering in relaxation until she pulls away. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

You return the words with another yawn. Polly is about halfway to the door before she stops and says one last thing. Her voice sounds sweet but the hint of sarcasm dripping from her tone snaps your eyes wide open and a nervous laugh leaves your lips.

“Just- don’t get blood on my sofa.”

Aka, I dunno how to end this

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[mediocre-writerr]

betty [quinn fabray]

quinn fabray x fem reader

summary: the last part of my quinn fabray mini series! this takes place in the pov of quinn and her side of the story! enjoy : )

*not my gif*

“Quinny?” my mom poked her head through the door, “You got to get ready for school.” she says softly. 

I groaned as I shoved my head into a pillow. I didn’t want to go to school today or well ever for that matter. 

And you’re probably thinking: Quinn what teenager actually wants to go to school? 

i did...once. When I didn’t fuck up the best thing that ever happened to me. Meeting her at her locker, holding her hand down the hall, singing songs to her in glee club. All of it. But that’s all faded away like a moment in time. 

“Not today.” I mumble. 

“Quinn, honey, I let you miss so much school these past couple months. I need you to go just this once.” she whispers before closing the door. 

I let out another groan as I pulled the covers off my body. Stumbling my way into the bathroom. As I look in the mirror the pit that was in my stomach continued growing. 

I hated how I looked. I hated how I felt. I fucked up. It was all on me.

And it all started at junior prom.

“Love, dance with me!” Y/N yelled over the loud music that was playing, trying to pull me out of my seat at the table I was sitting at. 

I smiled widely at her enthusiasm before raising my eyebrows at her. She knows I hate the crowds. Sure, I was popular and wanted the attention.

But there’s a difference between walking down the hall like a bad ass than being trapped in a crowd of thousands, feeling like you’re suffocating and sweating.

“This is my favorite song.” she pouted when I gave her the look. 

I pulled the hand that she had in her hand closer to me. Giving it a sweet kiss, “Next dance, I promise.”

She pouts a little before running back off to the dance floor. I sat there drinking the spiked punch, letting the alcohol burn all the way down my throat and into my stomach. Leaving a warm sensation behind. 

I watched Y/N’s every move. She wasn’t very far away from where I was planted. Jumping up and down, doing crazy dance moves, with Sam. 

I love Sam with every bone in my body, but I was always jealous of the blonde boy. He was a nice guy, funny, good looking and super close to Y/N. 

“Looks like your girlfriend is having more fun with Sam, than she is with you.” Santana says, leaning against the chair I was sitting on.

“I don’t like the crowds. She knows that. She’s just trying to enjoy her prom.” I mumble, trying to ignore her snide remarks. 

Santana hums in response before taking a sip of her own punch, “Sure, let’s keep telling yourself that. And I’ll be the one saying ‘I told you so’ when she leaves you for him.” 

That was it. That’s what started my insecurities. 

Was I good enough for Y/N? Or will she find her own non-complicated love with Sam or Finn? Was Santana right?

After procrastinating for God knows how long, I finally made it to school. 

“Quinn!” Mercedes yelled getting my attention away from locker. 

I tried forcing on my best smile, “Hey what’s up?” 

“You’re coming to Y/N’s party tonight right? Everyone’s gonna be there! I don’t want you to miss it.” Mercedes said.

I shook my head looking down at my shoes, “No. I wasn’t planning on going. I don’t think she would want me there anyway.” I mumble.

Mercedes looked at me sympathetically, “Well I want you to come. Dig yourself out of the depressing hole you’re in and come hang out with people who care about you. Think about it, okay?” 

I nod before she goes running off to talk to Kurt. I open my locker and stare at the cardigan hanging off of one of the hooks. My eyes dart around my locker to see the pictures of the two of us hanging on the walls. 

I miss her.

The bell rings and I weave my way through the somewhat crowded walls and into my anatomy class for homeroom. I take my seat next to Jacob Ben Israel and sigh softly. 

“Alright class take your seats!” Mr. Barnson yells as he walks in the door, taking his bag off.

I look at the empty stool next to me. Y/N wasn’t in here today. She must’ve stayed home. I wish I could’ve, especially after what happened yesterday. 

“Jacob, you’re going to be Ms. Fabray’s new lab partner.” he says and I watch as Jacob’s eyes lighten up.

The afro-hair kid coming to sit next to me, “Can I smell your hair?” he asks, disturbingly. 

I shutter in disgust and raise my hand, “Yes Ms. Fabray?” 

“What happened to Y/N?” I ask.

“Ah, Ms. Y/L/N switched homerooms this morning.” he says nonchalantly while looking back at his list for attendance. 

Oh. 

The day went on and on, dragging like a bad movie that wouldn’t end. Until finally it did. 

I walked to school today. I’ve been walking to school the past couple months. It was a nice break to just clear my head and think about everything. Sometimes it hurt to do, but it was much needed. 

I didn’t want to go straight home today. I didn’t want to go home and just lock myself in my room, curling up into a ball of nothingness. So I walked around more. 

“Quinn? Do you need a ride?” I hear a voice ask.

I turn towards the voice to see Mike and Tina in his car, “No thanks. I think I’m just gonna walk.” 

“Okay. Well we’ll see you tonight, right? We all miss hanging out with you.” he suggests.

“I don’t know.” I say looking anywhere, but them.

“You should.” Tina says before the light turns green and they drive off with a wave. 

I continued walking until I found myself at the mall need Breadstix. I hate the mall. 

I used to love going there with Santana and Brittany back during sophomore year of high school. When I was dating Finn and head Cheerio, but now it just reminds me of everything that went wrong. 

When my insecurity was at its greatest peak. 

“Hello beautiful!” I say as I answer Y/N’s phone call, walking through the mall. 

“Hi love! I miss you so much.” she whispers and I smile softly.

I hear rustling coming from her side of the phone, another girl’s voice, “I miss you more.” I say softly, “Who are you with?”

“Oh I’m with my friend Lizzie. She’s also a intern here and we’re just having dinner! She’s really cool!” Y/N said excitedly.

The rest of the conversation was about her internship and the amazing stuff she was learning and the new people she was meeting. How much she was having.

I should have been happy for her, but all I could think about what was, how much her life is better without me? What a fun life she could have without me? 

I left the mall that I was once walking in and nothing seemed good enough to buy. I was getting closer to my house as I was walking on the broken cobblestone. Just thinking about her.

How much I just want her to come back home and into my arms. How much I want her to let me know that I’m the only one she wants and that I am good enough for her.

Someone’s car came by slowing down next to me as they rolled their window down, pulling me out of my thoughts. Santana was sitting in the driver’s seat with her sunglasses on. Her usual high pony was down which revealed her curly brunette hair. 

She looked like a figment of my worst intentions. Her lips stained with a dark red lipstick and the way she was eyeing me. It just sent shivers down my spine. 

“Quinn, get in, let’s drive.” 

And those four words was all it took. Well four words and a human full of loneliness. 

A car honks shaking me from that terrible terrible memory. Leaving me with a mind and head full of thoughts. 

Should I go to the party tonight? Will she want me there? Will I regret not going? 

There’s two ways me going would play out.

1.) I would get there and she would open the door and slam it on my face. Then she would open it again just to tell me to go fuck myself. 

I shutter at the thought of the most likely scenario. The sun was setting turning the sky into a cotton candy looking sky. What a beautiful sky for a stressful decision. 

Santana laid next to me on the grassy field of my backyard. It was a cotton candy color as the orange hue blended with the dreamy blue. 

I spent the week driving around with Santana. We would go exploring the small town in Lima or just drive around singing to random songs. 

We laid there in silence just staring up at the sky. She took my hand in hers intertwining them together. And in that moment I didn’t care. I wanted to feel something, anything. 

Anything besides this pit of loneliness. 

She turned her head towards mine. And in a beat her lips were on mine. It was soft at first yet passionate. Then the next thing I knew, clothes were flying off, and hands were roaming. 

2.) Y/N opens the door and sees me standing there. I apologize for everything, she leads me to our spot in the backyard. And kiss me in front of everyone. 

Yeah like that would ever fucking happen. 

I didn’t know what I was expecting when Y/N came back from Pennsylvania. After the many nights spent with Santana, I dropped her. Or well ghosted her I should say.

I didn’t answer her calls or her texts. I knew what I did was wrong and I decided to just end it before things could get any worse. 

Was it fucked up? 

Yes, but I did what I had to try and salvage what I had left in our relationship.

I thought I could get away with it too. Until the guilt started eating me alive. The pit in my stomach wasn’t loneliness, it was guilt. 

And then Santana told Brittany. Brittany told Artie. Artie told Tina. Tina told Mike. Mike told Puck. Puck told Mercedes. Mercedes told Kurt. Kurt told Blaine. Blaine told Rachel. Rachel told Finn. Finn told Sam. Then finally, Rachel told Y/N since no one else had the heart to. 

Y/N slammed my locker shut causing me to flinch back, “Tell me she’s lying.” she whispers, her voice breaking. 

“Who’s lying love? What happened?” I say attempting to take her in my arms, but she took a step back.

“Tell me that you didn’t hook up with Santana while I was gone. And that it’s some weird vendetta against you.” she whispers staring at me. 

I couldn’t lie to her anymore. It was killing me. I didn’t want to lie anymore. I just needed to tell her. 

I just stared at her desperately trying to find an explanation. Desperately trying to apologize and explain everything to her, but no words came out.

“Y/N-”

“You did didn’t you?” Y/N asked barely in a whisper.

I nodded sadly and a sob escaped her lips. 

“Y/N please let me-” I try to say and she shakes her head.

“No. We’re done Quinn!” she yells in between sobs running off. 

I looked up and found myself in front of Y/N’s house. 

I wasn’t trying to go here. I guess my feet just carried me here. The party was in full swing and through her window I could see her just sitting there, nursing a cup. 

Her favorite song was playing and she wasn’t dancing. She was just sitting there, trying to smile, but was struggling too. 

It hurt me, knowing that I’m the reason for her pain. 

I hesitantly knocked on the door and the door flung open. Y/N was standing there and she was shocked, but her eyes softened. But it didn’t matter anymore because she covered it up with a harder shell. 

She came out and stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind her.

“Happy birthday.” I whisper.

She mumbles, “Thanks.” 

“Can we talk please?” I ask.

She was thinking about it. I could tell. Her eyes were furrowed and she was biting her lip. She looked in deep thought before nodding and leading me to the backyard garden.

There was a bench swing hanging from the trees. And we took a seat on there together. 

This is the spot. Our spot. 

We had our first kiss here. I asked her to be my girlfriend here. Everything happened right here. 

“Y/N I’m sorry. And before you say anything I know. I know sorry means nothing and it has no excuse for what I did. But I am so deeply sorry. I don’t know much and I don’t have much to say because I wasn’t expecting to come tonight But I do know that I miss you and you were the best thing that has ever happened to me.” I whisper letting all of the tears spill. 

She lets out a shaky sigh, “I know. I forgive you.” 

I smile softly and I try to lean in to kiss her, but she immediately pulls back. Leaving me embarrassed and heartbroken.

“Just because I forgive you doesn’t mean that I want to get back together. I know you know that what you did was wrong. And I trust you when you say that it wasn’t anything special. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I love you Quinn Fabray, but I just can’t do this right now.” she whispers back.

She begins to wipe away the tears from my cheeks. I took in a deep breath before embracing the feeling of her touch. Y/N closes her eyes and rests her forehead on top of mine. 

I cup her cheeks into my hands. My thumb trying to memorize all of the crevasse, cheek bones, every little feature. 

“I will always love you and maybe we’ll be together one day. Just not today.” she whispers pulling away and kissing my cheek softly, “Goodbye Quinn.” 

[awanderingdeal]

hi! i saw that your requests were open soooo maybe you could write some about leo!! maybe the team realizing how much of a BAMF he is for being so young? or maybe him totally acting like a kid while everyone is just loving it!!

Okay, I wasn’t really sure where to go with this because erm...Leo is always a BAMF, and I think the team knows it. Anyway, I kind of went rogue I think, but I love the idea of the team protecting their cub. I hope you enjoy it too! Sorry if it’s not what you were after.

CW: There's a couple of food mentions.

Let me know if you think I missed anything.

Rating: G

Credit for the characters and the sweater weather universe goes to @lumosinlove​

5 times the Lions protected their cub

1.

Leo leaned against the bar, head cocked slightly as he listened to the woman; Bree, gush about her upcoming art show. She swept her fringe back and toyed with the cherry perched on top of her drink.

"You know, I can tie this stem with my tongue," she giggled. "Wanna see?"

Thankfully, before Leo had to decide how to reply, the bartender made their way back over and set three glasses onto the bar. "Sorry about that," they said. "Two beers and a cosmo, right?"

Relieved for the escape, Leo nodded. Still, Bree had been nice enough to chat to until his drink arrived. He'd always found something mesmerising about the way bartenders worked - gracefully but with such speed - and he didn't hear Thomas approach. But there he was, putting himself between Leo and Bree.

"Are you a reporter?” Thomas demanded.

“Er...” Bree hesitated.

“You’re a rookie too, I see," Thomas huffed a laugh. He glared as he hooked an arm around Leo's shoulder. “Come on knutty. You’ve gotta be more careful.”

2.

Leo was crashing into his net, the wind knocked out of his lungs, before he had even registered the opponent hitting him.

Under the weight of his uniform, he struggled to get upright. He blinked up at the bright white arena lights and thumped a gloved fist against the ice. Seconds later, James and Olli offered him a hand each, and he managed to pull himself up. The rest of the team were stood shoulder to shoulder forming a line in front of him.

Did Cap just growl?

“Alright, alright," one of the orange clad opponents laughed. "You're going to have to let the cub loose at sometime though."

3.

“Can we go to Disney whilst we’re in Florida?” Leo asked. He’d mostly meant it as a joke, but the team leapt on it.

“Can we Coach? We could swing another couple of days down there, right?” Finn said, already pulling up the ticket page.

“Are you going to deny this little face,” Thomas squeezed Leo’s cheeks.

“He’s never been Coach, it’s just sad!” Logan insisted.

Finally, Coach Weasley relented, telling them they needed to fund the extra nights themselves. It was at that point Leo felt it necessary to point out he was terrified of roller coasters.

“It’s okay, we’ll hold your hand,” James patted him on the back with a laugh.

4. The airport was busy. It was the third or fourth time Leo had done this now, but between the flashes of paparazzi cameras and the loud chants from the fans, he wasn’t sure he was ever going to get used.

“Hey, are you okay?” Dumo asked quietly, pulling Leo’s hoodie over his head. “Keep your eyes down if you don’t want them to take photos.”

Leo smiled at Dumo, still half asleep from the short nap he’d finally managed to catch on the plane. “Yeah, I’m good. Just forgot how crazy this is.”

The crowd of hockey players stopped. Everybody else seemed to know what was going on, but Leo was confused.

“If anybody needs to use the restroom go now. We will not be stopping the coach. Finn, I’m talking to you,” Coach Weasley spoke to group. A few members of their security team ushered those that need the bathroom away.

“Sure you don’t need the toilet?” Dumo questioned softly.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks Dad,” Leo laughed.

“You are 4 years older than Adele! Still a child,” Dumo ruffled Leo’s hair through his hoodie.

5. Leo woke up to seven new text messages. One was from his mother, but the rest were from members of his team.

Tremz: Hey Leo, me and Finn are going to Sid’s later. Feel free to join.

Talker: Heard you were a bit of food fiend. I make a mean curry. Would love your opinion if you want to come around?

Kase: Do you like basketball? Me and Nat were going to have a game. Would be cool to have you along. Just us goalies.

Loops: Leo, I know it can be a bit daunting around here to begin with. I’m sure you already have plans, but I’d love to go to that new Medieval lit exhibit that just opened at the museum if you’re around?

Nado: Kuny’s forcing me to watch Star Wars for the 1100th time. Come and save me?

Cap: Hi, Leo. How are you settling in. Give me a call if you need any hints or tips. I’m sure Finn’s got you covered, but he’s still pretty new himself.

Leo’s frown got deeper with each message. He was grateful for the offers, but it sure did seem strange. He hauled himself out of bed, and followed the sound of the coffee machine to find Finn in the kitchen, eating a bowl of dry cereal.

“Can you help me?” Leo asked.

Finn perked up at the question, smiling at Leo, “Sure! What’s up.”

“Everybody is being weird.”

“How so?” Finn chuckled.

Leo showed Finn the messages he’d received, his housemate’s laughter growing with each one. “I think they are trying to keep you occupied,” Finn explained.

“...why?”

“The first couple of weeks suck,” Finn shrugged. “It’s easy to get homesick. They’re just looking out for you.”

Leo felt oddly emotional about it all, and considered that maybe the team had a point after all. “Okay then, how do I pick then?”

Finn looked at him, bringing another piece of cinnamon crunch to his mouth and chewing slowly. “Leave it to me,” he eventually gave an answer, tapping his fingers over his phone with purpose. A few moments later, Leo’s phone flashed up with a message from The Lions group chat.

Harzy: Back off. Leo’s mine for today.

Leo laughed as a barrage of replies that came back complaining about the lack of fairness. He added his own message telling them it was all going to be okay, there was plenty of him to share and he’d hang out with them all eventually. He hadn’t even known he’d needed the offers, but he realised now that he truly had picked the best team.

[tellwolves]

she doesn't like football. she never could understand why the country had made it so synonymous with thanksgiving. greta didn't seem too interested in it, either. a few years ago, they would've done something with each other to entertain themselves.

nowadays, she's not so sure greta wants anything to do with her.

"psst. junebug."

she looks over her shoulder. uncle finn's dressed up like he's leaving—his scarf, his gloves, his nice brown coat. so soon? a sharp, longing pang shoots through her chest. every time he leaves, every time she leaves him, she feels that they haven't spent an adequate amount of time together. "are you leaving?"

he shakes his head, muttering, "oh, no, no, no. i'm not."

that makes her feel better. but, the question remains. "why are you dressed up like you are?"

he inches closer, and puts his arm over her shoulders. he pulls her close, and she instinctively curls into his side. she doesn't feel embarrassed. it's just them, no one will tell her eleven's too old for that.

"i was thinking me and you could blow this popsicle stand." he jerks a thumb over his shoulder, towards the living room, towards dad and grandpa complaining about the ref.

she nods. "yeah. i'd like that."

she puts on her shoes, then her scarf and gloves and her woolen jacket. she lets him situate the toboggan on her head, careful to not snag her ears with his rings when he slips it over them.

right hand on the doorknob, his finger goes to his lips. she mirrors the gesture. it feels like a breakout. it's nice to have fun little secrets with someone again.

they walk into the woods. with the trees surrounding them, the sounds of a newborn night, the silence that only comes with snow, it feels like a whole different time. that's why she likes them so much. everything modern melts away. they could've walked into a portal and not known it. she looks for a robin. maybe the secret garden is near.

they stop, and finn says he's going to build them a fire. she didn't know he could do that, but doesn't tell him so. she picks up three sticks that look good enough for kindling. finn's thank you, darling, you're a natural woodsy owl makes her feel warmer than any fire ever could. after a couple minutes, there's a fire in front of them. her uncle finn could do anything.

"you ever think about what the cavemen thought when they did that for the first time?" finn asks, brushing snow off a log he'd dragged over for them to sit on.

she sits down beside him, smiling, a giggle bubbling up her throat. she hadn't. "i bet they went crazy."

they huddle together, her underneath his arm. she closes her eyes. she can smell his cologne, and her house, and, faintly, his apartment. lavender and orange. she finds herself staring at the fire more than talking with him. she supposes that's just as well: he's not being very talkative, either.

it's nice to just be held.

he gives her a tiny shake. "i'm going to teach you something."

she looks up, but doesn't move. "yeah?"

"you know mozart, don't you?"

"yeah. duh. you play him all the time."

his smile can be heard in his voice. "my apologies, young lady." then, continuing: "there's a song in the record i play all the time."

she sniffles, chilled, and sits up. "requiem, right?"

"just the one. you're a smart cookie, crocodile. well, one of the songs, or rather, one of the parts, it's called lacrimosa."

lacrimosa. it's a pretty word. she likes it. she repeats it a few times to herself.

"it's latin for 'weeping'. crying. the state of being tearful."

she loved to hear uncle finn talk. he sounded so—educated. sounded like new york city. she wanted to be like him.

"this song and others like it are sung in the instance of someone dying. morbidly enough," finn reaches and fixes her scarf, tucks some hair back into the toboggan, preening her like a proud bird would his chick, "mozart died before he could finish composing it."

she shivers. she's not sure if it's the chill or the thought of a famous man writing about death, only to die with his work incomplete. she stays her silence, slightly bobbing her head to will finn on.

he leans in a little closer, drops his voice to an even quieter whisper. "do you want to know how it goes?"

her mouth opens, closes. she nods. he sings it through, his voice a little haunting in the stillness, especially since he's singing about death and crying and sorrow. he teaches her what each line means, translating it into english.

she sings it. they both do. over and over again in their small, quiet, wobbly voices, careful not to disturb any creatures that might be around. by the end of it, she knew it by heart. dona eis requiem. dona eis requiem

"we ought to start heading back." he stands, and she mourns the moment coming to an end. she doesn't want it to end. "they'll be wondering where we are."

there's a pause as he puts out the fire. "i want to stay here forever. in the forest. with you. i never want to go back to the city again."

her eyes grow wide. uncle finn, not living in the city? no, impossible. that's not right. that's a square peg in a round hole.

his smile seems a little sad. "i know i couldn't." he opens his arm, the same one she's been under, inviting her to walk underneath it as they head back. she feels reassured, but still wonders if finn had meant to say that out loud. if that had slipped out on accident, and she was never supposed to know about it.

they follow their tracks home. turns out, they weren't far from home, at all. so much for the illusion.

"there you two are," mom says as they reenter the warm kitchen, their cheeks red from the cold. one fist goes onto her hip. her smile is toothless, but entirely geniune. mom must be thinking that they're two peas in a pod. "saved you some pumpkin pie. there's two pieces in there with your names on it. some cool whip, too."

"thanks a bunch, old woman," finn says, teasing her with his nickname for her. mom feigns severity, looking like the school secretary, and goes back into the living room.

as she's leaving, finn says to june: "c'mon. i'll let you have this piece. it's bigger."

when he's certain mom's gone, finn winks. she, more clumsily, winks back. their secret. they won't tell anybody where they were.