#cw finn mentioned

[genghisthebrain]

if i'm in ever a coma just play the audio from all of glee s3e7 i kissed a girl and i'm gonna wake up just to punch finn hudson in the face

[ammonite-fossil-rawr]

Shelly!

Shelly shelly shelly shelly shelly!

I need to show you something!

@finnieganfinn and @i-hate-being-asked got high

//This was so super lazy agaghh...

[deadboybilly]

I need to see ur cats pleaseeeeee 🥺

OFCC C

[antlered-dragon]

Alright so I have been working on this for a few days. After I saw duncandeeznuts fanchild my mind really wanted me to create my own so I guess here is mine. Originally it was just going to be just Jay but then while I was at work I had an idea for Bonnie (mostly goes by the nickname Willow) as well so she is here too. And then it kind of just turned into this AU sort of thing.

[all-my-friends-are-himbos]

ID: discord messages between mis, finn, micah, and simon.

finn is quoting a message from mis that says "confess a sin"

finn says: i eated a delicious chocolate today....

mis says: yummy!

quoting mis's "confess a sin" message, micah says: i lied to my mom and told her i finished all my class work for the week so she'd buy me in n out but i didn't i haven't even touched it

mis says: Now you've crossed a line...

simon sends a file called "jesus-walking-fire-front-explosion"

micah says: Forgive me father for i have sinned (cutesy emojis)

simon says: damn it

simon sends the same file as before, except this time it's an actual image. the image shows jesus walking dramatically towards the viewer, with fire and chaos around him.

End ID.

[fio-renze]

cw: mentions of child death, grief

Sixty seven years Fiorenze had lived in the manor house. It felt like a mausoleum now, the windows all dark and dressings gone. Perhaps it was fitting. 

The gardens she had cultivated all that time still bloomed, bright and lush. Her well trod paths had started to re-wild a bit without anyone to cut them back, or her to walk them — the gentle buzz of bees and summer cicadas whirring was a small comfort as she wound her way through the shaded hedge maze. 

Invisibility spells only lasted so long, and eventually the gossamer threads of arcane that wrapped around her slowly drifted apart, falling from her as she turned that final corner. Nobody could see her here anyway; she had been careful to plant shade trees and skillfully trellised climbing ivies to create a living canopy above the memorials placed in this far corner. 

Dappled sunlight danced across the smooth, cool white stone inscribed with Finn’s name and the singular date of his birth and death, July 25. It was so small, like he’d been. She’d come here every year to lose herself to the grief of it all for a day. 

Her heart hurt and gave her pause. Was she really going to do what she came here to do? Did it really matter, in the end, where his ashes laid? 

Of course it did when it was somewhere she couldn’t be. Being here, on the grounds, was legally trespassing now. 

The dirt was hard on her hands as she dug around the flat gravestone. She had to get it free. Small as it was she pried it easily from the shallow niche it had settled in after forty three years. Maybe it was a blessing he hadn’t lived to see the siege on the city — he would’ve been a child, and had to deal with losing his father. 

Lord Halandir’s stone was nearby, too. He’d been killed by the Scourge while fighting to protect the kingdom. An honorable death for a dishonorable man. That one could stay where it was until it crumbled. 

She kept digging, clawing her way down through the dry earth. A thousand apologies spilled in whispers from her lips as tears fell onto the backs of her hands. She couldn’t bear to leave him in this empty place that had never been his home. 

Eventually the smooth, carved urn kissed her fingertips, and then her palm. It too was wrested free from the loam as soon as she could manage and wrapped up carefully in a beautifully woven cloth. The only home Finn had ever known had only been her. She’d find a new place to let him rest, one that didn’t hurt so much and felt right, and wasn’t a trial to visit. 

They left together, the grave filled back up and the stone pressed back on top. Tomorrow would still be awful, but at least she’d know he wasn’t alone. 

[lumosinlove]

Christmas Eve Will Find Me

(cw in tags if you wish)

Five: Sirius

Athens, Greece

Sirius wasn’t reckless. He thought before he did—probably too much sometimes. He kept himself in line. Maybe it was a product of a strict upbringing. A smack on the cheek or hand at one wrong move. He used to think it was what made him so good for the agency. Salazar liked strict. They liked obedient. James, therefore, hadn’t quite made sense to Sirius as a candidate, at least not in the beginning. Not until he showed Sirius that it wasn’t just about following orders. It was about heart, too. Camaraderie. Remus had shown him that, too. Still, Sirius couldn’t always shake that rule-following kid.

But if Remus was on the rooftops getting shot at by Jack Archer, who had just been holding a gun to Logan and Finn’s heads, all bets were off.

Jack was smart though. He took Sirius right through the now bustling Christmas market. Small children strapped the the chests of fathers. Women in groups laughing and catching up over coffee. Carolers by a central fountain. Sirius caught glimpses of alarmed eyes as he ran, always keeping the back of Jack’s head just in sight. He tried not to add to the mess on the street, narrowly avoiding the cart Jack had carelessly rolled into his path. He sprinted past the pissed vendor. He knew he should hide his gun. Lights blurred beside him and the sun came out from behind a cloud, then went again. His feet pounded the pavement. The streets narrowed. Jack stumbled on the stones in front of a cafe, sending cups shattering to the cobblestones and making a shop owner run out and shout at him. For a second, Sirius thought he was going to catch up. He swiped forward at the fabric of Jack’s shirt, but Jack rolled and then was up on his feet again. Sirius lunged. He didn’t care who was watching. He didn’t care if they saw his gun. His arms wrapped around Jack’s waist and they both hit the cobblestones hard, rolling into another table. Sirius felt something hot splash against his neck, something sharp dig into the skin of his wrist.

Jack was up again in a moment, using a hard kick to Sirius’ ribs to knock the wind out of him. Sirius gasped, coughing as he scrambled up from the ground and away from the alarmed onlookers. He yanked the shard of ceramic out of his arm. Jack slipped around a bend in the street—but this was one Sirius recognized. He’d chased Remus—or the ghost of Remus—right into this corner.

When he held his gun up on Jack, Jack’s hands were around the bars of the very gate Sirius had run into their first day here.

“Dead end, Archer,” Sirius said. “Now tell me why you’re here.”

Jack at least knew when he’d been caught. His shoulders moved quickly, breathing hard as he rested his forehead against the gate.

“Did you know?” Sirius could hardly say the words. “Did you know they were alive?”

“Sirius—”

“Get the fuck down,” Sirius said, striding closer until they were both hidden in the alleyway. He risked a glance behind him. “On your knees.”

Jack went, knocking the damp hair out of his face with a jerk of his head. Sirius could see both of their breath fogging between them. “We didn’t know. Not until Leo found Remus.”

“And you want them dead.”

Jack’s mouth formed a thin line.

Sirius didn’t have time for this. His mind kept skipping back, trying to figure out who had been shooting from the roof. RemusRemusRemus.

“Why?” Sirius asked. “Why do you want them dead? They’re our own, what changed? And I swear to God, answer me, or I’ll bring you to James.”

James was sweet. James was funny. James was relaxed and kind and easy-going.

James could also get information out of anyone. He was their top interrogator, had been since the academy. How do you do it? Sirius had once asked. Sirius had never liked seeing terrified faces up close. James had gotten a sad, faraway look on his face. I pretend they have Lily. And Harry. And then I don’t feel so guilty. I just want them to talk. I make them talk.

Jack seemed to have heard the rumors because he paled. “Listen. This is Salazar. You’re here to find them and bring them in. That’s all I’m here for, too.”

Sirius thought briefly of telling Jack about Logan’s memory, but Remus’ careful hazel eyes filled his mind. Unsure. Untrusting.

“Why pull the gun?”

Jack’s eyebrow arched. “Tremblay was holding a gun on his own husband. Who, by the way…” Jack made a scornful sound. “Should not be here.”

It was Sirius’ turn to stay silent. It was a sensible response, but that didn’t mean Sirius believed him.

“What,” Jack laughed a little. “You think we wouldn’t know?”

“I couldn’t stop him.”

“Liar.”

“That makes two of us, then,” Sirius said. “Why are you here?”

“Is he turned?” Jack asked in a hushed voice, eyes dark. “Is Lupin?”

“Turned where? By who?”

Jack shook his head slowly. “Liar.”

“I’m not.” Sirius swallowed over a dry throat. At least, not entirely. Pascal. Pascal, whoever he was.

“You don’t want to get on our bad side, Black,” Jack said. His hand twitched, maybe towards a knife, and Sirius stretched his gun forward. Jack’s smile was tight. “I think Tremblay’s enough proof of that.”

Sirius stared at him. “What the hell does that mean?”

Jack opened his mouth to answer, but stopped as though his words had frozen in his mouth. He snapped his lips shut, then a strained cough escaped. A twitch went through his body, almost like a pulse of electricity, and he sat back against his heels. Sirius hesitated, watching Jack blink fast at the cobblestones before raising his eyes to Sirius.

“Who the hell are you?” Jack asked, eyes darting between the two guns. He scrambled backwards, the gate rattling when it hit his back. “What the hell?”

Sirius froze. He clicked the safety off on his own gun. “Don’t bullshit me, Archer.”

Jack blinked at him, eyes unfocused. “I…”

Another twitch, a strange pulse through his body. Jack gasped. A thin trickle of blood ran from his nose. He swayed where he was, and his hands went to his head. “Ah—” Sirius watched his face screw up in pain. Jack stared up at him. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Jack—” Sirius began to say, but then Jack fell against the pavement, as suddenly as if someone had pushed him, with a harsh thud.

Sirius felt something cold squeeze around his throat. Dread, maybe. Adrenaline. Slowly, he lowered the guns, tucking one into his belt and swinging the other behind him, doing a quick scan of what little of the street he could see. He raised it up towards the roofs, then crouched in front of Jack.

His eyes were open, lips parted, blood quickly drying on his skin. He was dead.

“Jesus,” Sirius whispered. “Jesus, fuck—” His hand went for his radio, and then he paused. It was Salazar’s radio.

If anyone had told Sirius just a week ago that that would make him pause, he would have laughed.

Sirius checked Jack’s pulse—nothing—and then cursed as he heaved his body up against the wall as best he could. There was no point in trying to move him, not with the city waking up. Someone would have to find him like this. Sirius turned Jack’s collar up, closed his eyes, and took the wires off of him. He took his knives—all the ones he could feel anyway—and the second, small gun he found tucked into his boot.

He walked in the opposite direction of the cafes, towards the still mostly sleeping residential streets. There had been no blood, not that much anyway, but Sirius checked his hands and front before calling out to a man sweeping the steps in front of his house with a cigarette between his teeth.

The man didn’t put up much of a fight, just handed Sirius his cellphone before waving him off and going back to the chore.

The line picked up immediately.

“Lion den,” Sirius said into the tone. It was their secure line. If Salazar knew about it, they’d be dead, but Finn’s tracker wasn’t the first illegal backup Leo had set up. James hadn’t seen the point, hadn’t seen what they’d ever have to hide any comms, but Leo had insisted. Now, Sirius was glad. After Archer and Remus and Logan, he didn’t know who to trust. A headache was building at the back of his skull.

“We’re not at the house,” Leo said instead of hello. “After Archer, I didn’t think we should go back there.”

“He’s dead,” Sirius said.

He heard Leo’s sharp inhale. “Sirius—”

“It wasn’t me,” Sirius said. “We were running, I got him. And then he didn’t recognize me all of a sudden. A minute later, he was dead.”

Sirius’ heart was going so hard he had to press a hand there. The sweeping man didn’t even look up. The gray light hurt his eyes.

“Where are you?” Sirius asked. “Leo. Are you all together?”

“He’s dead?” Leo asked. “But—how? And what do you mean he didn’t recognize you?”

“I don’t know, I thought he was fucking with me, because maybe he knew Logan—but how would he know Logan couldn’t remember? I…” Sirius pressed at his eyes. It was as though someone was shining a spotlight right in his eyes. It ached. “I don’t know, Le. Where are you? Where are you?”

“Sirius,” Leo said. “I can’t find—I can’t find you.”

“What?”

“I can’t find you—Jesus, here, I’m dropping this number our coordinates—but Sirius, your tracker’s offline.”

Sirius felt the phone vibrate with the incoming text. He looked, memorizing quickly. It would disappear entirely in a minute, erasing itself.

“He didn’t recognize you?” Leo asked. “He didn’t…”

“Leo,” Sirius said, and then dropped to a knee. God, his very bones ached. His skull.

“Oh God,” Leo said faintly, and then, a little farther away from the phone, he shouted. “James!”

Sirius ducked away from the gray light. The cold wind. His head was killing him. “Fuck.”

“Eh!” The man stopped sweeping, looking at him. He said something fast in Greek, but Sirius was hopeless to translate just then.

“Sirius,” Leo said, voice closer now. “You’re tracker. Cut it out right now.”

“What?” Sirius asked.

“Cut out your tracker right now,” Leo shouted. “You said Jack forgot and then he was dead, there’s nothing that would cause that except—” Leo cut off with a short cry.

“Leo?” Sirius said.

He heard Finn’s voice in the background. Leo! Oh my God—

Then Leo’s. Cut it out, Finn. Right there, remember, feel it? Finn, stop fucking staring, do it, do it, it’s going to kill me and James—

“Finish?” the man asked him, alarmed. He was holding out his hand for his phone, but didn’t look like he wanted to get much closer to Sirius. “Hey, finish? Finish?”

“Help,” Sirius said. “Please—” He pulled the Greek out but he didn’t know how. Autopilot, maybe. “Sir, please may I use your bathroom? It’s life or death.”

The man began to shake his head, but Sirius didn’t have time—he shouldn’t have even asked. The man shouted as Sirius hauled himself up and stumbled past him. He shouldered through the small, wooden door and found himself in a living room—tidy and smelling of cinnamon and coffee. It connected right with the kitchen, not unlike their safe house. The dim lamp by the sofa stung his eyes, glaring as if it were a sun. Sirius blinked hard, looking for something sharp, anything.

“Hey!” The man tried to grab his shoulder, but Sirius shook him off easily. There was a knife, small, laying beside a sliced lemon. Sirius grabbed it and all but fell against the sink. A small vase on the window sill above slipped and shattered into the basin.

The man’s protests was no more than a ringing in Sirius’ ear as he groped at the back of his own neck. What the hell are you doing? Are you insane? Are you sick? Hey, my wife and children will be back soon, come on, brother, don’t scare them. Put the knife down, put the knife down—

There. Sirius felt the bump. Was he imagining that it was hot to the touch? It didn’t matter.

He didn’t even feel the pain of the blade. His adrenaline was so high that it felt like nothing at all. Butter. A slip. Only the red on his hands let him know that he had succeeded. That, and the small, pill-like chip clutched between his fingers.

The pain evaporated and Sirius drew in a ragged breath.

No sooner had he dropped the tracker into the sink than did it let out a high-pitched sound and crack itself in half.

His hearing returned. He blinked his vision back to normal. He worked the pressure out of his jaw. The tracker released a thin trail of smoke.

Sirius, he tested. Sirius Black. He knew himself. He knew the coordinates.

When he turned, breathing hard and sweating, he grabbed an old, dirty looking cloth and pressed it to his neck. It didn’t look like anyone would miss it. The man was simply staring at him, eyes darting between his face and the device in the sink.

“Thank you.” Sirius breathed the words out. Greek, or at least half way there. “I am sorry. I am sorry.”

Without another word, Sirius raced out the door.

+++

The coordinates were an abandoned building right on the coast. Sirius could smell the salt. The cold air was made colder by damp. He had stopped the bleeding of his neck and turned up his collar to keep the rag in place. Everything felt wet and slippery now. Recent rain on the rocks beneath his feet as he walked up an old pathway.

There was nothing inside, it was merely a somewhat reasonable roof of their heads. Shelter, nothing more. Just broken down boards and stone walls now.

To anyone else, it looked empty.

Sirius whistled two notes.

Two notes returned from his left where the sea and horizon bled into each other, framed by a still standing window. It could have been a painting. A TV.

James appeared in front of it, wild hair haloed by the light.

“Fuck,” James said, and then they were hugging. Sirius face ended up near a slightly pink bandage on James’ neck, and he sighed his relief all over again.

“Fuck me, we had a bomb in our head the whole time, Si.” James reached up and brushed the bandage with light fingers. “Just an average day on the job.” His eyes went to Sirius’ neck. “What did you do it with?”

“Fucking kitchen knife, man. You?”

James’ laugh was shaky. “One of my daggers on Leo and I. Finn did it. Think he’s a little freaked, but he did it.”

“Oh Jesus, I should have…” Sirius shook his head. He had his own and he had Jack’s. “Didn’t have to traumatize this…God, never mind. I fucking broke into someone’s house.”

James laughed again, but he looked pale. “It’ll be fine. I was so scared I didn’t even feel it.”

“Same.”

James raised his eyebrows. “Jack?”

“I left him,” Sirius said. “Took everything off him. People will think…I don’t know. But there’s nothing to lead back to Salazar or us.”

James nodded, taking that in. “Salazar’ll be looking for us now that they can’t find us.”

Sirius nodded. “I know… I know they will. We have to move.” They began walking towards the sea window. “How did you end up here? Where are the others?”

“Finn and Leo are with Logan.”

Logan. God, Sirius hadn’t forgotten, of course he hadn’t forgotten, but what a strange thing to hear. After all these months, just a simple Finn and Leo are with Logan.

No sooner had James said it than did the Leo appear. He had an identical bandage to James and held one out to Sirius, along with an alcohol packet.

“Clean that,” Leo said.

Sirius tossed the bloody rag away. “Did yours smoke, too?”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “The second I started to get a headache—Finn said that’s what happened to Logan, too. Said he fell down in pain. But…” Leo frowned in the way he did when he was thinking something over, when something was so entirely perplexing to him that he was sure to pull an all nighter. Sirius had seen him many times after those. Blond hair a mess, coffee mugs lined up besides the water and the electrolyte packets.

“Where…” Sirius began to say. He’d only gotten a glimpse of Logan and it was beginning to feel more like a dream. His slack face. There had been blood? Hadn’t there?

Leo moved aside, revealing a half-collapsed hallway. No, it was more like an nave. Sirius looked up and realized that the remnant of a vaulted ceiling remained, stone and precarious. This had been a church.

Wind whistled through, a high note off the sea, when Sirius saw them. Finn and Logan were at the other end, a corner mostly intact and protected from the cold. Finn was awake, staring down at Logan’s face like he couldn’t stand to look away, not even for a moment. Logan was—asleep?

“Knocked out.” Leo filled in his thoughts. “Finn said he remembered him in the alley, but he’s been out ever since.”

“And his tracker?”

“It’s gone,” Leo said. “I checked.”

“But if Salazar wanted him dead…”

Leo nodded, already there. “Then whoever took it out probably saved his life."

“But he can’t remember us,” Sirius said.

Leo rubbed a hand through his hair, then pressed his fingers to his mouth, thinking. There was blood beneath his nails still, a crust of red even smeared along his jaw. Sirius had the sudden urge to wipe it away for him.

“You said Jack forgot who you were a second before he was killed,” Leo said. “I’m guessing—and this is only a guess—that this is some sort of…kill code put into place in Salazar’s tracker hardware. A memory wipe in case we get captured, and then a kill switch if there’s no hope or if we might crack and tell all.”

“Jesus,” James whispered.

“I’m guessing whoever took out Logan’s didn’t do it in time to prevent the memory wipe. And that’s calling it real close, I don’t know…”

Remus. Sirius could hardly breathe. If he hadn’t seen that footage for himself, he’d be on his knees all over again, desperate and afraid.

“Can you reverse it?” James asked. He was chewing on a thumbnail, looking down the hall. “God, please say you can Leo.”

Leo let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know.” He looked down the stone archways towards Finn. As the three of them watched, Finn reached out a hand and brushed Logan’s hair back from his eyes gently. “I don’t know.”

[bisexualiteaa]

could you do a rough and dirty writing with silco x f!reader? maybe hate fucking? if that’s too much to ask for 🙏

I’m busy

AN: hello dear! It’s never too much to ask for! I love taking requests, they give me a reason to write! 🥰♥️ My apologies that it took a few days, it’s been a hectic week but I wanted to ensure this was good before posting! So I hope you enjoy and that I’ve done your ask justice! 🥺🫶

Synopsis: it’s been a long and grueling past few weeks for the eye of Zaun, when a moment of privacy between you gets interrupted he finds a way to correct such action from happening again.

CW: established relationship, mentions of canon typical violence, brief mentions of smoking, cursing, power dynamic, slight vöyeuristic/ëxhibitionist themes, 0ral (male receiving), fïngering, reader has hair, hair pülling, no use of y/n, r0ugh seggs, d0ggy, unprotected seggs, cream 🥧, name calling, dëgredation, bïting, spänking, aftercare, possible spelling/grammar errors

Normally, people knew better than to barge in the door of Silco’s office when it was shut, typically being enough evidence that he wasn’t taking any visits. They knew especially not to do so without an extremely good reason for being there.

Well apparently, almost everyone did.

So it came as quite a shock to you both to hear his door open, without even so much as a knock, as you sat before him on the floor. Your knees were red and sore from leaning on them for so long, his hand grasping your hair in a messy ponytail to keep it from your face as you were sucking him off. Thank the gods his chair was turned away from the entrance and big enough to conceal you both, effectively shielding you from the sights of whoever was ignorant enough to walk in unwarranted and unwelcome to interrupt your rather intimate moment. They were already few and far between as of late. “I’m busy” Silco simply stated, the deep rasp in his voice a little more strained from trying to not only hide his pleasure, but from the frustration of his orgasm slowly inching away from him now upon the intrusion. “We are overdue for a meeting, Silco” spoke the familiar voice of Finn, making you both roll your eyes in unison as a frustrated sigh left Silco’s lips.

Of all people, it just had to be him.

You should have known it was, no one else would be foolish enough to act out in such a way. The man truly never knew when to leave shit alone, and when he wanted something done he wasn’t above acting like a spoiled brat to get it. He annoyed you particularly to no end, and you swore up and down if you heard him click his fucking lighter one more damn time, it would break into an all out brawl between you two. “We’re due for a meeting when I say we’re due, right now I’m busy. Get out” he asserted, the underlying threat in his tone making the throbbing ache between your legs only continue to worsen as you listened to him scold the younger man. It was an interesting predicament to be in for sure. Your lover’s cock throbbing in your hand as you gently rubbed it up and down, making up for the absence of your mouth, whilst he barks orders at someone. It was quite the sight. “And just what is it that you are too “busy” doing to discuss important business?” Finn asked impatiently as you, unbeknownst to him, brought your mouth to Silco’s length once more, listening as he was not only blatantly overstepping his boundaries where he had absolutely no business in doing so, but also annoying you both in the process with his whining and bitching. Was it too much to ask for a moment of privacy with the man anymore? You had needs too, damn it.

“That is none of your concern. What is it that you think is so important that it demands my immediate attention?” He asked, growing more and more impatient by the second as his dick throbbed angrily in your mouth, watching as you continued to work him, only at a slower, quieter pace to hide what was truly going on. You’d be a bold-faced liar if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind to continue despite someone else being in the room. “Trade with topside has plummeted-“ Finn started to say, but Silco was already having none of it. That’s what he came here to talk about? That was what was so important? What a fool. The man was already annoying enough to begin with, but for him to have the audacity to have barged in, disrespected his privacy and ruined the orgasm you were so close to giving him, was an entirely different crime of its own. “You wish to interrupt and invade my privacy to talk trade?” He asked rhetorically, a beat of tense silence hanging heavily in the air. “Leave. Now. Before I lose my patience” He followed up with, anger lingering in his tone as a warning.

All he wanted was a moment alone. A moment to feel something other than anger, other than stress. Hell, even a place to funnel it into for just a moment’s reprieve would be nice yet it seemed he couldn’t even have that. “What is it you’re so busy with, huh? Too scared to look at me, old man? Because you know I’m right?” Finn asked once more and that was the final straw, his last shred of self-restraint. You watched as Silco leaned back, now resting against the padded backing of his chair, as an eerie sense of calm washed over him that left the air even more tense than it was before. “You really wish to know what it is I’m busy with, Finn?” He asked, speaking the man’s name in near disgust before looking down at you, watching as you looked him in the eyes while licking a fat stripe up along the underside of his length, earning a pleased hiss in response. “Would love to know what’s so important you can’t even look at me when I speak to you” Finn responded, acting all big and bad, but you could tell by that look in Silco’s eyes that he had a plan to utterly decimate that attitude problem of his, to show him he had nowhere near the upper hand in this situation. After all, he was in someone else’s territory. Merely a guppy in the den of a shark; he had no power here, and he certainly had no power over the man whose pleasure sat before you in your hands. It excited you to no end. “Would you? How about you listen close then and you’ll find out” he said, looking down at you as you grinned mischievously, knowing exactly what you were to do.

You gave a devious little giggle that was just loud enough for Finn to overhear, leaving him to furrow his brows with confusion. He hadn’t realized that someone else was in here too. That you were in here with him. Your body coursed with fiery excitement before taking Silco’s cock back into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip before sucking sloppily to make it painstakingly clear what was going on. You moaned lasciviously as his fingers pulled your hair, controlling the pace in which you’d bob your head up and down on his length, listening as you would gag on occasion when he would thrust up into your mouth and go too far down your throat. You knew well that this should not be doing all the things that it was doing to you right now, but you couldn’t help it. Something about it was just so incredibly hot. Between the vexed assertiveness of his tone with Finn, paired with the contrast of the desperation of him using your mouth the way he was, all mixed together with the thought of knowing that Finn was hearing it all and able to put the pieces together on what was happening. It was thrilling and it drove you mad with lust. It’s been weeks since the last time you had a chance alone with the man, let alone the chance to be intimate in some capacity and you were both aching. You watched him lean his head back with pleasure, a deep, raspy moan morphed into a chuckle escaping him that had you absolutely soaked. “What the…you sick fuck” was all Finn could reply with in disgust as you continued, the both of you acting as if he wasn’t even in the room with you anymore, your unspoken plan to make him uncomfortable working absolute wonders. “Then perhaps think twice the next time you decide to barge in. Leave, now. I will not tell you again” he barked, leaving Finn to scoff in disgust and annoyance as he turned heel and left, shutting the door behind him with a loud slam. Finally, some peace.

“Filthy girl” Silco spoke condescendingly, making you moan around his dick as he talked down to you, pulling your hair again as he yanked you off of it to get you to look up at him as he spoke. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” He asked, a lopsided grin resting on his lips as he looked you over. He couldn’t help but to think you looked marvelous like this. Streaks of mascara running down your face, your soft plush lips all swollen, red and covered in saliva from sucking him off. Perhaps he should have you like this more often, whether it be at home or in his office.

The growing flush across your cheeks was a rising suspicion that he was correct in assuming, watching as you shook your head yes in response. He gave a hum with intrigue at your answer, unsure whether he was surprised that you would enjoy such a thing, or delighted. Maybe a healthy bit of both. “So desperate for me that you would go as far as to pleasure me in front of my associates? Quite bold of you” he replied, making you only flush darker as your gaze broke, watching your eyes cascade down to look at his length again with such lust and desperation in your eyes. Gods how you craved him.

You felt his fingers tilt your chin up, forcing your flustered gaze to meet his again. You felt ever so small before him like this, so powerless. So submissive. Yet it never failed to stoke the fire burning in your core, because you knew if you were good for him, he’d be good to you in return. “What if he saw you like this, hmm? Would you have still continued?” he asked curiously, making you bite your lip as you rubbed your thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction to relieve the ache. “If you’d have let me, yes. I would” you answered honestly, making him groan at the thought. Nothing says power quite like establishing your territory, and being so unphased by someone else’s presence as to continue pleasuring the person before you. That was the ultimate power play. Perhaps that would have worked much better, chased him away much sooner. He’d keep it in mind for the future should such a foolish stunt be attempted again. “My, aren’t you just full of surprises darling” he replied, his tone full of intrigue and delight. He’d never known you to be into such acts of depravity, to be so brazen and bold outside of the sanctity of your shared bedroom. He liked when you were bold. Perhaps liked wasn’t the word.

He adored when you were bold.

“He’s insufferable, the fool” you spoke plainly, your words not only honest but truthful. Truth be told, you hated Finn, he’s been the biggest thorn in Silco’s side for too long now and there had been too many a times you dreamt of him getting put in his place. “He wished to barge in, disrespect your boundaries, and question your authority. He was a fool to not have expected it to have consequences. About time he’s been put in his place if you ask me” you replied, making him hum once more at your answer. “And besides, it’s been far too long since the last time we had some time together. Surely you can’t blame a girl for going after what she wants, can you?” you asked, flashing those big doe eyes up at him as his hand let up in your hair just enough to allow you to lean back down, tongue circling his tip, making him chuckle and groan. You were right, a man such as himself couldn’t hold it against you for having the nerve to go after what you wanted. In fact, he encouraged it.

“You did well to scare him away” he stated, making you hum around him. “He should be killed for ruining my hard work” you responded so seriously, releasing his tip from between your lips with an audible pop before laving your tongue up along the underside of him once more. Your anger fueled words only made him chuckle, oh if only you knew how many times he’d thought about it, especially when he had the audacity to look upon you lustfully in the past. To admire you as if he hadn’t known you were Silco’s girl. Everyone knew, it was laughable to think he could consider himself big enough to be a danger to your relationship, or a threat to Silco of all people. “His luck will run out eventually” he replied, almost reassuringly, merely thankful the man’s voice was no longer poisoning his ears and stealing his oxygen. Now he could return his focus on you, and that’s truly all he wanted. “But now that we’re alone again…shall we continue?” You asked with a look of anticipation and a grin stretching to your lips. “Yes, I think we will” he replied, leaving your heart thrumming with excitement. “Up, over the desk” he ordered, leaving you to do exactly as he said. He watched you lean over it, arching your back perfectly to give him a stellar view of your ass. His hand smoothed across it before coming down harshly against one cheek, leaving you to yelp in surprise from the sensation. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt him press two fingers against the wet spot that accumulated in your panties. “All of this for me? Pleasuring me gets you that excited, does it?” He asked, making you shake your head yes in response, but that wasn’t good enough. Slap! came another hand across your ass. “Speak. You know better” he scolded. “Yes! Yes, all for you. Love making you feel good” you babbled out, feeling him smooth his hand across the angry skin. “Was it just from pleasuring me? Or was it from pleasuring me while someone else was present?” He asked, making you whine with embarrassment as you sought to cover your heated face by letting your head drop to his desk.

He wasn’t a fan of this however, because it wasn’t long before you felt his fingers work their way into your hair once more, pulling on it to pull you up. “Answer me. You know I like being rough with you love, but don’t make me be mean” he warned, if only it did anything other than excite you. “Or is that what you want?” He asked, pressing his hips against your ass, feeling his cock throb against your panty clad cunt. “Yes!” You answered eagerly, making him chuckle deeply as he leaned forward. “Careful what you wish for” he threatened by your ear, making your pussy clench around nothing, desperately soaked and aching for attention.

You felt his fingers loop into the waistband of your panties, finally pulling them down and exposing your heated core to the cool air. You could feel the slick that spread all the way down to your thighs, watching as your underwear hit the floor, still looped around your ankles. “Won’t be needing those” he said before bringing his fingers to slide along your slit, collecting as much of your slick on his fingers as he could before rubbing your clit, finally paying it the attention it’s been craving. You melted beneath him in an instant as he did, ass pressing against him even more as you twitched and writhed against his skilled fingers. “Desperate little thing. It’s pathetic how soaked you are for me. Get one taste of my cock and it already has you mindless” he spoke with a click of his tongue and such condescension in his tone, but fuck if it didn’t make you even more wet for him.

He was right, all it took was one touch, one taste and you could be reduced to mush in his hold. Like putty in his hands, he could do anything with you that he pleased and you’d take it. You trusted him, and he’s gone out of his way to show you he would never hurt you.

You moaned without a care for who could hear, finding yourself unable to stay quiet. How could you when it just felt so damn good? You felt as his fingers traveled down to your entrance, feeling one of his nimble fingers slip past your tight ring and inside before working another in with ease. He loved the sight of your cunt stretched around his fingers almost as much as the sight of it wrapped around his cock. You writhed and moaned as he curled his fingers within you, finding all of those spots that made your every nerve ending feel as if it were about to explode. Your body hot, a slight sheen of sweat collecting against your forehead as you panted and moaned desperately, rolling your hips against his fingers. Then like that, you were empty again, leaving you to whine and mourn the loss of his touch as he brought his fingers up to his mouth. You watched in lustful awe from over your shoulder as he licked your essence from his fingers sinfully, wishing for it to be you, finding yourself in such terrible need of him. “Please…need you” you begged, making him chuckle as he lined himself up to your entrance. “Listen to yourself, begging for me like the good little slut you are” he replied as he slowly inched his way in, groaning at the feel of your warm, velvety walls inviting him in, stretching to accommodate even after all this time.

“Perhaps we should show everyone what I’m busy with, hmm? That way there’s no more interruptions” he finished as he sat there pulsing from deep within you, cock fully sheathed inside of your snug cunt as one hand sat around your throat. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment as a warm tingle spread through you, leaving him to hum with intrigue after feeling you clench around him. Clearly you liked that thought, liked the idea of others knowing what was going on. His tip was already nudging the apex to your cervix and the tight grip he had on your hip, paired with the hand wrapped around your neck, warned you that he wasn’t going to be forgiving tonight. That his intent was to fuck you. Mercilessly. It had been too long, with too much stress accumulating over these past few weeks, too much anger. It had been nearing a month and he needed a release, luckily you were just the thing for him. What better way than to pound your aching hole into oblivion? You needed him, he needed you, it was the perfect exchange. He tested a thrust into you, deep and harsh that had you keening up from the desk with a loud pornographic moan. “Gods, yes!” You let out as he began to set a harsh pace, pounding into you hard and deep. The drag of his heavy cock hitting all those sweet spots from within you drove you absolutely crazy, your muscles weak, bones left feeling like jelly as you lay beneath him. “Fuck it’s been too long…” he let out, hips slamming against your ass with an audible clap, his desk creaking and even inching forward slightly with his harsher thrusts. “Such a filthy girl, letting me use you like a whore for everyone to hear” he chastised, but your pleasure-idled mind had already begun to melt into mush. It felt too good to care if others were listening, or to care what they thought of you for this. To you, it was thrilling.

Your chest heaved with every breath, back nearly aching from the harsh arch you were holding yourself up in. You cried out as you felt his teeth sink into your shoulder, a pleasurable pain sending your nerves alight as your eyes rolled beneath heavy lids. “A slut for pain, are you?” He asked, hand tangling in your hair once more, pulling your head back to allow him more access to your neck and shoulder as he laved his tongue over the angry bite mark. “Mhmm!” You managed to get out, feeling him pepper kisses up along your neck as he fucked your brains out. You hadn’t known you needed it like this, unsure of whether you could handle an angrier, rougher side of him but you loved it. Knowing you would leave here with bruises that claimed you as his, that you would come home and see marks from his hands, lips and teeth that blossomed from passion. Knowing you would wake up tomorrow and they would likely still be there as a reminder of what transpired. It excited you. Your only regret was having not tried it all so much sooner. “Fuck, yes! Oh gods, don’t stop!” You begged, feeling that familiar sensation of tightness in your core beginning to make its presence known. His name left your lips like a mantra to a fallen god, your fingers gripping the edges of the desk tightly to the point your knuckles were turning white. You watched papers fly everywhere, scattering the floor in various places with the way he fucked you so recklessly into the wooden desk. At this rate it wouldn’t have shocked either of you if all of Zaun heard your cries of his name, your moans of pleasure or the obscene sounds of your bodies rhythmically joining together. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air, mixing with the scent of tobacco and smoke from his cigar that had been put out a while ago, mingling together and morphing into something truly unique.

It was as his hand descended between your legs, fingers circling your clit that you were sent over the edge into bliss. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! Silco!” You let out in warning before it washed over you like a tidal wave and consumed you whole. Your body gave way as you twitched and writhed with each shocking pulse that fell over you, mouth opened wide as you nearly screamed upon your release. You could tell from the way his movements no longer held rhythm that he wasn’t too far behind. Your walls clenched around him, making him lean forward as he bit your shoulder once more, a feral growl leaving him as he emptied himself inside of you. You bit your lip and moaned at the feel of his cock throbbing within you, painting your walls with his seed, filling you to the brim. You both remained like that for a moment, fighting to catch your breath as the after glow set in. You could hear the sound of a lighter from behind you, watching from over your shoulder as he tilted his head back and exhaled a puff of smoke from the cigar he had earlier that now sat between his nimble fingers. You couldn’t help but to give a giggle in response as you felt his free hand trace your spine and travel along the marks left against your skin. “You are quite the treasure trove of surprises, darling” he said, making you grin and hum. “Are you alright?” He asked, seeking you in such a weak state, and seeing all of the marks he’d left on you had him a little worried that perhaps he’d been too rough with you. “I’m great” you answered, making him chuckle as he took another drag of his cigar before carefully pulling himself out with a hiss from the sensitivity. “Good. You did well for me” he replied, helping you get cleaned up and dressed before redressing himself. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw you sat there on his desk, a hand grazing your cheek before kissing you softly. “Thank you, I wasn’t aware of just how much I’d been needing that. Or rather how much I’d been missing out on” he admitted softly, making you smile as you gently pressed your forehead against his. “No need to thank me love, I’m glad I could be of some help. Happy to remind you of how lucky you are” you said with a cheeky grin, earning a laugh from the both of you. “I am rather lucky, aren’t I?” He asked, making you hum as you pulled away to look at him, a far more joyful look on his face and a softness in his eyes compared to the harsh scowl that sat there before. “Quite. Though I’m lucky too” you responded sweetly, with a smile to match as you leaned your head against his chest, making his heart feel so full. What would he ever do without you?

[ghiblygirl]

Finnick x Reader where Finnick helps R get over intimacy issues with him after Snow sells her??

Never Again

Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader: Who finally gets her power back [1106 Words]

I didn't mean for this to turn into a whole fic, but here we are! 🫣

CW: Mentions of killing, Smut, Hints to previous forced prostitution, Finnick being a sweetie.

MINORS DNI 18+

Finnick Odair knows how you’re feeling; he knows the emotions, the disgust, the hatred flowing through your veins. Hell, he feels the same way right now. He couldn’t protect you, couldn’t save you from Snow and the awful Capitilians who sold and bought you like a toy. If he could, Finnick would rise Snow from the grave just to kill him over and over again. But he can’t, and as much as he’d like to be responsible for the bastard's death, he’s happy that you two can live happy and safe. 

“Finn…?” you ask, hesitating to step into the kitchen.

“Yes, sugar?” he turns to you, wiping his hands on a towel.

“Are you busy?” You finally take the step into the kitchen, fiddling with your hands nervously.

He takes a step closer to you, taking your trembling hands in his own. “For you, never.” He says gently, “What do you need?” He smiles, that stupidly beautiful smile that makes everyone melt.

“I–” you have to take a deep breath, “I want to have sex,” you blurted. Your eyes go wide; that’s not how you meant to ask that. And Finnick takes it in stride, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. 

“You want to have sex? Are you sure? It’s okay if you’re not.” He says gently. He’s been waiting for this conversation. He remembers when he first had this conversation with you after he felt ready to be intimate after his forced prostitution at a young age. 

You swallowed and nodded, “I need your words, baby.” He said stern but not unkind. 

You took another deep breath. “Yes, I feel ready to have sex again.” You assured. 

He gave you a soft smile, his dimples showing. “Okay, then we’ll have sex tonight–”

“Can we do it now?” you interrupted. “U-unless you don’t want to,” you added quickly. He let out the soft, calming laugh that you loved before stepping forward and scooping you into his arms.

“Hey, hey, I never said that,” he said pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m more than happy to have sex now.” He smiled, walking you to your shared bedroom. He set you gently on the bed. “How do you want me, pretty girl?” he asked softly

Your eyes trailed up his body. “I just want you…” you whispered, pulling him down to your lips. You felt confident in a way that you hadn’t felt in a while, and you knew that was because you were with him. Your Finnick. 

He broke your kiss to trail down your body, leaving little nips in his wake. He reached for the hem of your shirt. “Can I?” he asked.

“Please…” you whispered. He helped you take your shirt off, and you helped him remove his. You trailed your hands down his hardened body before he took them and pressed a kiss to your palms. You two shuffled the rest of your remaining clothes off, leaving each other bare. 

“You’re so pretty, sweet girl.” He said, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your navel. Before he ran his hands down your thighs, “Can I?” he asked again, making sure I was comfortable. 

“Yes, I need you, Finn,” you whined as he left leasing kisses across your thighs. Your head fell back against the pillow when he finally licked a stripe up your sex. He groaned into your cunt when you threaded your fingers through his hair. 

His tongue flicked across your clit, building a gentle heat in your tummy, “You taste so good, sugar…” His eyes darkened with pleasure. The heat in your tummy grew; you were so close.

“Finn–” you said, pressing your hand against his, “wanna hold your hand… Finn please…” you begged, as he took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. When he finally took your hand in his, you felt yourself reach your peak. You came with a cry, your thighs trembling by his ears. 

Finnick let you ride your orgasm out before leaving soft kisses on your trembling thighs. “You did so good, baby.” He cooed, pushing the few hairs sticking to your forehead. “Do you wanna keep going?” He asked, between pressing kisses over your face.

“Please…” you said breathlessly. 

“You don’t have to beg. I’ve got you,” he said, running his tip between your soaked folds. “Is this position okay?” He asked before continuing.

“Yeah, I trust you.” You said, threading your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. A soft gasp escaped your mouth when he began pushing in.

Finnick kept his eyes trained on you, making sure you were comfortable. As good as you felt, he wanted to focus on your pleasure over his. He let out a low groan when his hips pressed flush against yours. He gave you a few moments to adjust to his size before slowly pulling his hips away, watching for any expressions of pain or feelings of discomfort. 

Your soft groans and low whimpers kept Finnick moving. One of your hands trailing down to hold his waist. Your bodies moved in sync, one being of pleasure. Finnick dragged one of his hands down to your clit. He needed you to cum before he did, and he was so close. “Finn– I’m close…” You whined. Trying to pull his face down to yours. 

Finnick felt you clench around him, and he couldn’t help when his eyes rolled back in his skull. “Let go for me, I’m right here with you,” he said against your lips. Feeling your release against him sent him into his own climax, grinding against you as he came, his lips locked with yours in a loving embrace. 

You both rode out your climaxes before pulling away panting. Finnick gave you a second before pulling back fully, removing himself from your heat. 

“Finn–” You let out a small whimper. His eyes shot to yours, and when he saw your tears, he scooped you up against his body. 

“What’s wrong? Talk to me, sweet girl…” He whispered against your hair.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you tried to cuddle as close as physically possible. “I—I’m just happy…” you mumbled. “I did it. Thank you… for helping me feel like myself again…” you whispered against his chest. 

“Don’t thank me; you did it all yourself. I just helped a little, " he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

Finnick Odair knew how you felt; he knows the emotions, the happiness, the love flowing through your veins. Hell, he feels the same way right now. As he vows to himself that neither of you will ever have to feel another’s hands on your bodies.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Kissing the male toons

Guys imma be so real idk what to put in these notes esp since I'm writing these posts back to back In one sitting p much- nothing of note is really happening but I hate leaving it blank

Notes: gn toon reader, can be either pre or post game, short and sweet, written on computer, blot isnt here- at the time of writing this hes only been out for a few hours, blot will get his own post later

CWs: none

BOXTEN

honestly its going to take a long... long time... for him to grow fully confident in kissing you- he just doesnt want to be weird about it or think he doesnt really... know what hes doing

he was hopeless in the beginning so youd have to take charge, but he does get the hang of things after a while, trust!

definitely the type to squeeze his eyes shut really tight, and waaaay too early... might smack his face against yours... likes kissing you where you like to be kissed- just say where!

COSMO

similarly to cosmo he prefers if you told him where you want to be kissed- he doesnt have anywhere in specific where he likes to aim! well... okay thats not entirely true, he does like giving you kisses on the cheek when his hands are busy

he... of course... smells and tastes like chocolate- dont bite him though because hes... probably not going to let you get close enough to do it again if its like... an earnest attempt to get some of his face

he doesnt like kissing you when theres other people around- hes shy about PDA, but he doesnt mind giving you a peck when theres people around hes close with

FINN

the quickest way to make him shut up is to pepper his face with kisses- hes going to be so taken aback that it makes him cut the puns... and it works everytime! definitely has that sheepish dorky string of giggles the entire time

he sometimes gets a little too excited and clinks his glass against your teeth and it... hurts... obviously... he always always always feels awful for it- you dont think youve ever heard someone shoot out such a quick string of apologies

as mentioned in the pocky post his mouth is kinda... 2d... the best he can do is press the location against you and make a sound

GLISTEN

again, hes another one with the "2d mouth" problem- but he only makes the "mwah" sound if youre having a bad day and need something extra- just to get a smile out of you

thankfully though he doesnt clink you with his glass- hes far more careful and he doesnt want to ruin his makeup either! and he doesnt mind kissing around others all that much, its just a peck its nothing scandalous

likes being kissed on the back of his hand... makes him feel a certain way.. special... hes not picky when it comes to your affection but the hand kisses always make his heart flutter

GOOB

definitely giggles into the kiss- sometimes it can be hard to have a more serious intimate moment but hes just so cute... you can never really be angry over it! 100% if he had a tail it would be wagging like mad behind him

you have to mind his teeth though, youve definitely been left with at least one nick on your lips... never enough to bleed but its definitely something to watch out for

he loooooooooves wrapping his arms around you during kisses- and he loves all sorts of placements. forehead, cheek, mouth, ect. youre sure if he wore lipstick youd be painted in his preferred color within a few short minutes

LOOEY

poor thing... another 2d mouther... he'd be an awkward kisser anyway, he doesnt want to be too much but he doesnt want to make you think hes not into it- its best you show him what you want

he does think its a little funny if you lightly squish his head in your hands when you cup his cheeks for the kiss- it doesnt really bother him since its never a tight squeeze, he sees the humor in it

....he does smell like a balloon though... rubber... latex... hopefully you dont mind the smell all that much, especially so up close

RAZZLE

love love loves giving you a kiss on the cheek whenever he sees you! its quick, so its so much easier for him to give you one in passing when he and dazzle need to be somewhere quick

he likes to kiss you as a greeting and parting, hes a bit corny but sometimes a kiss is so much more welcoming than simply saying hello!

and if you asked him where he preferred to be kissed hed tell you where ever you think feels right... in reality he loves getting forehead kisses

DAZZLE

he likes kissing the back of your hand, its a little more... intimate... but its sweet, and he likes taking his time with it... though that does deny him the chance to really give you some loving in passing like razzle does

he also does the hand kisses as a greeting and parting- he was... a little shy and clunky about it in the beginning but its become so natural by now that you instinctually offer him your hand the moment youre within each others bubbles

he likes... being kissed on the cheek... its nice... he doesnt like pda all that much though...

RODGER

he has no mouth so he needs to be a little creative about it... and creativity stops short in the form of simply pressing where his mouth would be to you. he unfortunately does not make a "mwah" sound he doesnt really see the point in it nor does it cross his mind

LOVES "kissing" the back of your hand and knuckles, and he will maintain eye contact as he takes your hand in his to get the act done

he doesnt really like pda though- he likes to maintain some look of professionalism in front of the others... and there arent many places on his face to kiss him... :(

SHRIMPO

he thinks its stupid.

anyways hes definitely the type to roughly grab you and slam himself against you- not all that pleasant actually. your teeth knock up against each other and it hurts. he smells like shrimp. kinda of sweaty too. not surprising considering hes always fuming. hes really rough too and it all happens so fast that youre kind of left reeling as he storms off

[dailyreverie]

Here I am!!! It took a while because I was undecided about which one to ask ehehe 🤭 buuuut this time let's go with Poe and "I need to take a head count" pretty please and thank you? Love you!!!!

Hiii! I always love to get your requests, thank you so much! 🩷 As soon as I got this one my brain went to a day in the sun with Poe (and then it added a spark of trauma but like just a very tiny bit). I hope you like it!

Beneath the sun

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Summer Prompts ‘I need to take a head count"

Word count: 935

CW: Mentions of war-related trauma. Also mentions of Shirtless Poe.

Behind Poe’s sunglasses, you see the furrowed eyebrows and the quick scan around the lake. You wonder then how many times he had done it that day, since his tanned chest, so very much on display, shining with the sun and droplets of water, had been distracting you all day, too much for you to focus on his count-ups. But now, with the sun beginning to set as everyone began to walk back to the ship, when Poe joins your side, you hear the murmur of numbers coming from his voice. “...four, five, six, seven.” He finishes almost in question.

“What are you doing?” You ask softly, lacing your fingers with his.

Poe keeps quiet for a couple of seconds, taking off his sunglasses to let you see the movement of his eyes scanning around, “I need to take a head count,” he admits, as if it were a normal thing to do. Because, for him, it was a normal thing to do.

It was his usual thing. Poe used to count the pairs of wings that flew back to base after a mission, the number of helmets placed back for cleaning, how many blasters were submitted for inspection… how many of his friends came back. It stuck to him, you suppose, as it had become second nature for Poe to take care of everyone around him; even now, when everyone had been enjoying the warm day by chilling by the lake, splashing in the water, basking in the sun, when his laugh had been loud and untamed as he let himself relax for a day; even now, when no more threats are lurking around the stars.

You meet his eyes when you step in front of him, your hand slowly making its way up his arm, tracing the path of his collarbones to find a spot on his still bare chest, now a lovely golden color thanks to the sun that shone on his skin all day. There are many things you could say to him, about how he doesn’t have to keep doing that, that there’s no need to worry anymore, that everyone is going back safe and sound, but you know Poe better than that. It isn’t worry what makes him do it, but force of habit after years of doing so. Unable to suppress your smile, you stretch your neck and place a soft kiss on his jaw, your hand feeling the beat of his big heart meanwhile.

“Who’s missing? It was eight of us on the way here.” You know that, since you were also there for the first head count. “Are you counting yourself?”

“Who do you think I am? Of course, I already count myself.” He takes that as an insult, making you roll your eyes lovingly when he pinches your hip softly.

“Alright, General,” you mock him, “why don’t you ask someone then?”

“No way, every time I ask them to number themselves or to keep track of each other, they call me names and make fun of me,” Poe admits with a lovely red painting up his neck, one that doesn’t come from the sun. He laughs, too, and that’s how you know he’s aware of this habit of his that he’s not quite in control of. You don’t blame him, not one bit. “Finn called me 'dad' last time.”

The sound of his shy laugh makes you join him. “Well, he better not call me anything stupid, then,” With a quick kiss to his cheek, you take a couple of steps to the front and clap your hands.

“What are you-”

“Alright, people, who left the group?” You exclaim to your scattered group, who all groan at your question.

“Not you, too.” Rose shakes her head, but still, takes a look around the place.

“It was eight of us here, I’m just making sure we are all here before we leave.”

“Are you our mom, now?” Finn adds, and as funny as that concept could be, you only glare at him, making the rest of the pilots who joined your day-trip swallow their comments and turn around. With just the look in your eyes, Finn immediately regrets his joke and says a quick apology.

“Rey went to the bathroom,” Rose confirms, stepping onto the ramp to enter the ship with everyone behind her.

Everyone except Poe and you, who linger by the bottom of the ramp. He stopped you by holding your hand, pulling you towards him to circle your waist once everyone was out of sight. 

“Thank you,” His thank comes with a slow kiss, one to let you know how much he appreciates your help. His voice is barely a whisper when he keeps on, “And sorry for being a pain in the ass.”

“Hey,” You frown, pushing back the rogue curls that couldn’t be settled after a day in the water. Your hand rests on his neck, feeling the sun-kissed skin there as you pull him in for a quick kiss. “You are not a pain in the ass.”

Poe looks at you unconvinced, but smiles anyway when you kiss him again. You don’t say anything more, but you know from the look in his eyes that he understands, that he knows what you know about his still-cloudy head. You don’t mind, and he sees that, too.

One day, you’ll look back on the torturous days of fighting as a distant memory. For now, though, you both hold each other as you know that, right now, maybe the fog of it will linger for a little bit longer, even during sunny days.

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[landslioness]

“We shall,” Lachesis plays along with the offer, lacking the will to pull her fingers away hastily. After so long, she’s forgotten how precious the feel of the lips of one she values truly is. No matter if the lips touch her own, or simply her hands.

They take their leave from the ball’s dancing area, leading back to the sands of the beach. Unfortunately, heels do little to traverse the terrain that well. But that is why she is not alone in this little stroll. As the pink lady and her white knight proceed deeper through the party’s offerings, Lachesis sets both gloves upon Finn’s arm. Just in case.

The princess is not a frequent drinker, but the gala is precisely the opportunity to set herself loose. “Now that you speak of it…I believe the cabana is providing some beverage? Perhaps a glass of white wine shall do.”

It is not long before they reach the center of relaxation of the ball gathering. Though while the section certainly lives up to its name, Lachesis stares over the premise with a twinge of disappointment. It seemed that many other people - couples included - had the idea to arrive here much earlier than them.

Before they make it to the bar and order, Lachesis lightly taps Finn by the shoulder for his attention. “Hmm…can we get our drinks to go? I’d rather enjoy them somewhere more…silent. Intimate.”

Could such a place even exist within the lively party? Likely not, but the princess has given more absurd demands in the past. And she feels that the man she admires most is the one capable of easily meeting them.

how big, how blue, how beautiful

[the-kr8tor]

Happy one year Katie !! Your fics have been a comfort of mine for a while and have kept me motivated day by day, whether it's through escapism or excitement of the next chapter in your series. You're inspiring, creative, and really sweet. I hope to see more years of Tumblr with you, don't get burnt out, and congratulations !! Not to sound like I'm buttering you up for a request, I truly mean it. You're a fantastic writer and are an interactive creator which is awesome to see 🫶

May I have Sea Salt in a ❣️ bottle? Hobie asking Reader to "marry" him, but on the sea (and as a Pirate) they can't really just roll up to a church and get certified. Maybe he works together with the crew to still try and throw Reader a seaside wedding anyways? (BDAS or regular pirate both welcomed !!)

Awww thank you for the kind words, angel!! That's so sweet of you to say 🥺❤️ I hope you see this and like it!!! Thank you so much for the love 💕💕

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing), pirate AU, established relationship, cw food mentions, cw alcohol mention, pregnancy mention, lovestruck! Hobie, fluff!

One year celebration 🎉

“Would you marry me if I asked you to?”

You remember the exact words uttered beside you while you're on the edge of slumber. Hobie’s tone was soft in your ear, unsure and yet his voice never wavered. His hand never left from the curve of your bare hip, and the haziness of the late night made you think that you were already dreaming. But when you craned your head to look at him, grey eyes stared right into yours, lips curled into a wobbly and fond smile, you knew it was reality, that the question was real.

Without missing a beat, you cup his cheek. “Yeah, I would.”

That’s how it started, a gentle question, and an affectionate answer. After a lot of preparations, the next thing you know, you're standing on a white sandy beach, hand trembling against the flower bouquet as you stand in front of him. Not out of fear, but from sheer excitement. Your dress was nothing spectacular, leftover lace from a trimmed fancy dinner table linen, a small train that dragged along the beach, and silky sleeves. It’s a simple dress but beautifully hand sewn together by Yuri, handcrafted with your preference in mind. Hobie thinks it's the most marvellous wedding dress ever, nothing like all the glittering treasures he has ever seen before.

As tears collect in his grey eyes, all the things he has experienced, both good and bad, both maddening and the mundane at sea, it's all worth it to see you walking down the sandy aisle.

The captain stands there before you, he's wearing a crisp white tunic that blows gently in the wind, his guns are kept by Ned, his best man. And your captain doesn't seem to find any reason why he should carry it with him today. For once, he wants to face you without the smell of gunpowder beside him. He wants a good start to the occasion and to the marriage, without violence looking over his shoulder. Just him.

Hobie looks as handsome as ever with the sun beaming down on him, illuminating his features as if he was brought down to you from the heavens above. He could be as he gingerly takes your hand in his, like the gentle lapping of waves against the ship’s hull.

The island is peaceful, and the weather is perfect. There's barely any cloud in the blue sky, and the waves are calm, gently dancing along the shore. It's as if fate has granted you this one day of pure mirth. No cannons booming, no cutlasses unsheathed, only the gentle sniffles from the crew, and promises uttered softly amidst the waves.

Since the captain himself is the one getting married, Hobie asked Finn to officiate it, to which the man was almost in tears when he said and yes, and by the time Hobie was slipping the ring on your finger, he was trying to act tough, but you can see the tears clinging in his lashes. It's the same ring that Hobie specifically commissioned, it's made from the same metal as his cutlass that he had melted off to be used as the pair of rings. It's no longer a blade that's meant to cut, but something that symbolises the shared love that wouldn't have blossomed without its help.

The two of you savoured each minute of the ceremony with his warm hands around yours. He knows that the marriage isn't bound by law or any higher being, there's no papers to sign, or an actual officiate to announce the marriage. But love’s enough, no amount of official documents or a man with a big hat could tell the two of you that you shouldn't be married. Or that it’s not legitimate. It's enough that his family— his crew knows about it. To him, that's legitimate, it's real, especially when you said ‘I do.’

The sea bears witness to it all, and as Finn announces that you're his, and he's yours. Hobie doesn't waste any time in embracing you and kissing you right there and then. It's not a fairy tale kind of wedding, but it's perfect in all the ways that you could see.

The crew rises up in a rambunctious applause, clapping and whistling out while Gwen, Pav and Miles toss flower petals around the two of you, showering you with fragrant flowers, drenching the whole beach in splashes of colours.

When the party takes onto the ship's deck, the scene shifts into a more merry one. Happy tears still leave remnants on the crew's puffy eyes, but the rum, jaunty music played by Ned, and the food have the celebrations in full swing.

And as you look below from the helm, gazing softly at your family dancing and laughing, your heart has increased in size. Lucky, you thought, lucky that you get to have this life and share it with him.

Hobie sidles up beside you, like the mere thought of him summoned him. With a drink in hand and a smile that seems to have been permanently sewn on his handsome face, pure happiness rolls off him.

“Hi, captain.” Smiling, you meet him halfway, an arm reaching for him as he immediately glues himself beside you like he didn't just leave your side for five minutes to get a drink.

“Scuttlebutt,” Hobie sighs against your bare shoulder, nose nudging you affectionately. He's not tipsy nor drunk, not yet anyway as he promised you that he'd drink moderately to enjoy the whole occasion wholeheartedly. “Why are you up ‘ere alone, hm?”

“Just coming up for air.” Chuckling, you tuck him closer beside you, sea salt and mint wafting over your senses, a feeling of nostalgia and a wave of memories open up in your head just from it. “Yuri kept trying to give me a drink.”

Hobie laughs softly, moonlight bouncing off his grey eyes as he gazes at his crew fondly. “She keeps trying to make everyone as drunk as her.” His arm weaves behind you, hand mindlessly tracing the flower stitching on your bodice. “You're not goin' to drink?” He finally noticed the lack of drink in your hand.

Smiling, you bite the inside of your cheek. “I can't drink.”

Snorting, He squeezes your nose. “Love, that's odd. Who are you and what have you done to my wife?” Wife, the title alone has your stomach doing flips, and your chest feeling warmer than the sensation of rum hitting your tongue.

Giggling as he peppers sweetened rum kisses around your cheeks, your palms rests upon his sturdy chest, feeling his warmth through the simple touch that has his heart racing more than a raging sea battle could.

“Nothing, husband, I just can't drink!”

Hobie leans away, eyes shining at the title you so lovingly uttered. “And ‘m askin’ why, it's our party, you're allowed to drink!”

“I know I can, but I can't!” He traps you between the ship's helm and his form, and you happily let yourself be trapped by him.

“But why?” Cupping your hips, he plunges his face into the crook of your neck, blowing raspberries and making your guffaw echo around the ship. Moving away and heaving, he gazes at you affectionately. “C’mon, at least have some of Finn's fried shrimp before Gwen eats all of ‘em.”

“I can't have that either.” You say in an unsure tone.

Blinking, now he's concerned. “Are you alright? You usually love shrimp.” His calloused palm slides over to your stomach. “Shit, is it the hot chocolate from this mornin’? Is it messin’ with your stomach?”

“I do, but I heard it's not good for the baby.”

“What fuckin’ baby—?” Realization flickers over his face, from panic to elation, it seems that Hobie experienced all the emotions in the span of five seconds. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” you nod, biting your lip. “It's yours by the way.” Joking to lighten your own nerves, he feels for your stomach as if you're at that stage where the baby could kick. “Are you alright? Please say something, Hobie—!” You're suddenly lifted up and twirled around the helm, dress fluttering around the two of you in a flurry of white clouds.

“Shit!” He yells, grinning from ear to ear, cradling your face and kissing you fervently. “Can I tell them?”

“You're happy?” Patting his cheek with a tearful gaze, you feel lighter now that you've told him.

“Why wouldn't I be?” He utters in wonderment.

Choking on a happy sob, he kisses you again, this time it's softer, heavier and with an unsung promise to keep you and the baby safe.

Reluctantly ending the kiss, you chuckle as you nod at him, gazing at him with so much love that even the sea herself would envy it. “Go tell them, you look like you're about to burst a vein.”

With your approval, Hobie bounds over to the bannister, inhaling deeply before yelling at the top of his lungs and announcing the news. You watch as they all cheer, glasses clinking together, and congratulations thrown at you and the captain.

Hobie looks over his shoulder at you, and finds that he already has the greatest treasure a pirate could ever ask for.

[wolkentage]

cw: mentioned death

synopsis / beginning / prev / next

[transcript]

Alexander: That’s it! I’m done with this walking disaster causing trouble nonstop. I’m calling FutureLabs first thing in the morning! Darren: Alex, calm down. I get you’re upset but - Alexander: Upset?! Oh, I promise you - I’m more than upset! Darren: So what? Your plan is to call FutureLabs - and then?! Ask them to take him back? Darren: Brilliant idea, really. I’m sure nothing will go wrong when we send a severely traumatised boy back to the place that openly admitted it wasn’t suited for his case… especially if Avery’s theory turns out to be true. Alexander: Theory? What theory? Avery: … I’m not sure if now is the right time to talk about this. Alexander: I asked: what theory?!

(...)

Alexander: No, that's impossible. We checked Saheen's records. They state that there were ten participants in his study. Darren: I saw their remains myself. It's true. Avery: What if there were more people involved than mentioned? Alexander: That doesn't sound like Saheen. You know he's a perfectionist who is very meticulous with his data. Avery: Killing people didn't sound like Saheen either. And look where we are now. Alexander: Avery, you're my best friend and I respect you a lot but we all know Saheen is a soft spot for you. I don't think - Avery: You think it's all a coincidence? Finn's symptoms? His diagnosis with Behring's? We know Saheen dabbled with the motherplant's genetic code! It all fits too well! Darren: Geez! Both of you! Stop it! Darren: It’s been a long night for all of us. Let’s have this conversation tomorrow, after everyone has gotten some rest. *towards Alexander* I can drop you off at the hospital if you want.

For years, I acted like a coward - turned a blind eye to the past just to protect myself. Tried never to get entangled in what he left behind. There’s this famous saying: "A person often meets their destiny on the road they took to avoid it." If only I had known that these past two weeks were merely the end of the beginning.

author's note: Finishing this act just how we began: with Avery contemplating life choices. 🙂 🙃 Also that saying he refers to is from Jean de La Fontaine. I slightly altered it (it's originally "A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.") but I'd like it to be gender-neutral in the canon of my story. 🫡

[twoheartedfool]

Unearthed

Thomas Shelby x F!Reader

CW: Funerals, mention of blood, angsty angst, happy ending?

The funeral was a dark one, as it should be expected. The dark clouds rolling over matched the mood of everyone in Small Heath mourning over their beloved king, Mr. Thomas Shelby. England mourned along with you. You had forgotten your umbrella in the daze on the way to the cemetery. Ada, with her arm wrapped in yours, held one over the two you. She didn’t fuss over you. She knew you wouldn’t like it. But her, and the other siblings that you had began to call your own, were all there for you. Silently in the background, they made sure everything went smoothly because you were too much in a fog.

Over the past 24 hours you had felt more emotions than you thought you could handle; despair, anger, betrayal, and now numbness. You were empty. The words said about Tommy were all just buzz in your ears. You stared at the closed casket but felt nothing. You didn’t even realize it was over until Arthur was kissing your forehead and there was a line of people behind him that were waiting to pay their respects. If Tommy was their king, then you were their queen. You didn’t want to see any of them. 

John kissed your cheek next but you continued to stare blankly at the casket. Another figure stood in front of you and you didn’t look at them until you heard their sniffles. Finn. You still had to remind yourself to look up when looking at him. He had grown so much. 

“(Y/N),” he sobbed. “I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I’m sorry.” 

Hearing his words finally awoke something inside you. 

“Finn,” you started. Everyone looked startled at the sound of your voice. They couldn’t remember when you had spoken last. 

You took the young man’s face in your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes. “Finn, you didn’t do this. There are men in this world, very, very bad men that did this, and they will pay for what they did. You are not one of those men. Tommy loved you. This isn’t your fault. Understood?” 

He nodded quickly. Arthur clamped a loving hand on his shoulder, “Wipe your tears, bruv.” 

“(Y/N), we’re going to the Garrison so everyone can be together. So we can celebrate Tommy,” Ada said softly. 

“I won’t be going to that,” you replied. 

“Please, we’re worried about you,” Esme said. 

“I said no,” you snapped. You sighed and closed your eyes, “I want to stay here a little while.” 

“Let us drive you back at least,” Arthur said. 

“I’ll walk,” you said coldly. 

“Come on, let’s leave her be,” John muttered, pulling Esme and Ada away. Finn shuffled behind them. Arthur stepped towards you.

“You, too, Arthur,” John called out. After a few moments, he finally huffed and walked towards the cars. You vaguely heard him shouting at everyone else to get moving. They filtered away and you watched as men started shoveling dirt into the grave. 

When someone stood beside you again, anger startled to boil up. “I said--”

You were startled by a man you had never seen before holding an envelope towards you. 

“Mrs. Shelby, this is for you.” 

“What is it?” 

“I can’t tell you that but it’s important that you take it.” 

“And who the fuck are you?” 

“I can’t tell you that, either. Please, Mrs. Shelby.” 

Looking down at the envelope, all possible outcomes of what it could be ran through your head. It was too thin to be an explosive. With a sigh, you ripped it out of his hands. 

The handwriting of the letter made your blood run cold. It was too familiar. You would recognize it anywhere. 

(Y/N),

Meet me in the basement of this address. Wait until after the Garrison. Don’t tell anyone. I’ll explain everything. 

All my love. 

There wasn’t a signature but you didn’t need one to know who it was from, or who you thought it was from anyway. With a snap of your head, you looked up at the man but he was already gone. Desperately looking for any of the Shelby’s, all you saw were the boys filling the grave. All of the cars were gone. But that didn’t matter. You knew a shortcut. 

Many people stared after you while you sprinted pass them. All of them just muttered things to themselves such as “poor girl” or “I don’t know what she’ll be without him.” You of course didn’t notice any of them. All you were focused on was getting to the address. It was in a part of town that you rarely came to, down by the river where it was mostly abandoned warehouses. 

Getting into the building was difficult. It seemed to be the only empty building that still had working locks. Eventually you found an open window that was easy enough to climb through. 

With staggered breath, you made it to the basement. Other than some old crates, there was nothing. The silence was deafening.

A fresh wave of tears made it to your eyes. How could you let yourself gain hope?

“How could I be so stupid?” you whispered fiercely, wiping away your tears. 

“I thought I told you to wait until after the Garrison.” 

You nearly screamed at the voice behind you. Walking around a corner was the man you thought you buried this morning. 

“Tommy,” you whispered, horrified. He wasn’t dressed in his normal suit, just pants, suspenders, and a white shirt that was covered in dirt and blood. Cuts and bruises lined his face. Slowly, you stepped forward, your fingertips hesitantly touching his cheek, his eyes fluttering close at your warmth. He was real. 

“Tommy,” you repeated. 

“It’s me, love.” 

Without a second thought, you threw yourself at him. He caught you easily, accepting your lips that hastily searched for his. You held onto him as tightly as you could, and him you. 

The kiss was finished with a harsh smack against his cheek that echoed throughout the basement. 

“How dare you,” you growled. 

“(Y/N)--”

“No! I had to bury you!” you slapped against his chest. 

“Love, listen-” 

“How dare you!” you screamed, continually hitting against his chest. Sobs escaped you in screams. All the feelings you had been bottling up inside were finally coming up. Tommy secured you tightly against, softly shushing in your ear. 

“You were dead.” 

“Shh, it’s alright. I’m sorry. I’m here. We’re alright now.” 

“How could you do this?” you wailed into his neck. His fingers grasped the nape of your neck, keeping you steady as your sobs slowed.

“It had be done. I needed them to believe it. You couldn’t have know, or else they wouldn’t have went with it.” 

“I don’t understand. Me. Your family. They all thought you were dead.” 

It was barely a twitch in his fingers that you felt in your hair. His silence accompanied it. You leaned away to meet his eyes, your vision finally clearing from the tears. He held the contact boldly. He was an expert at this and known throughout England because of it. Thomas Shelby and his cold, blue eyes. 

But you’re weren’t the rest of England.

“Who did you tell?” you asked. He kept your gaze as you stepped away from him. 

“You couldn’t have known,” he repeated bluntly, a pulse in his clenched jaw.

“Who knew, Thomas?” 

“Arthur.”

A strike of a rage went through you. There was that feeling again, betrayal. You felt it towards the world and God when they killed Thomas. Now you felt it towards the man himself and his brother. 

“Who else?” 

Tommy licked his lips and sighed, “Aunt Pol.” 

You scowled. “That’s why she wasn’t there today.” 

“She didn’t agree with my decision.”

“Of course she didn’t fucking agree with it! Who the fuck would?” you exploded. “What about the others? Do they know? Jesus, Tommy! Finn thinks that all of this is his fault!” 

“When the time is right, I will speak to Finn. He’ll understand. They all will.”

“I don’t,” you muttered. “You’re a bastard. You could have told me.” 

Thomas was hesitant to step forward but when you didn’t make any immediate signs of rejection, he took your face in his hands. He held you firmly, stroking his thumb against the tear stains on your cheeks. When he touched you, it felt like he was touching the most important thing in the world, because to him he was. And he was pleading with the world that you would forgive him for this.

“How would you have felt if I had done this?” you wondered. 

“Broken,” he admitted truthfully and without hesitation. Before you could speak, he continued. “But better than I would have felt if they had gotten to you. I wasn’t the only one with a target on my back. They were going to kill you, but I put myself forward. Nothing will keep you from me, or I you. Do I understand?” 

Exhausted, you lean your forehead against his. The bile in the back of your throat was settling. For a just a moment, you allowed yourself to lean into him and exist outside the past few days. To feel him under your fingertips and his hands against your back.

“You’re still a bastard, Tommy.”

“I know.”

“And you’re not forgiven yet. If you ever try something like this again, you will not be able to fake your death because I will kill you.”

“I know, love.”

[starlightwoofwoof]

[⚠️‼️ CW because I’m probably not gonna fit them in the tags : Disturbing Imagery, Scopophobia/Intense Eye Contact, Mentions of Death, Drinking, Disease, Hypnosis, Trauma, okay tyyyy enjoy ‼️⚠️]

okay I decided to give you guys more information on the characters of my Fav Characters in DW AU, while I still figure out their stats and abilities- I swear I’ll figure them out eventually!!

I’m gonna try to not make this an entire info-dump on the characters themselves and more about their toon counterparts, and also their relationships with the canon characters lol

Extra Info that I didn’t put in (mostly of Ted and Buddy lol) :

I’m not sure if Ted’s backstory would be explained in the show, but to be fair, a lot of old children’s media would get kinda dark sometimes (I mean, Ted and Buddy are from children’s books themselves)

I like to think Ted was used in a lot of PSA material

Robert and Pebble like to chase Buddy around (cause y’know ……. baseball)

Buddy’s hair is actually completely dyed, it was originally dark brown

I like to think Juleka would be friends with Ginger, since they are pretty similar

Despite being a holiday main, Buddy shows up as a reoccurring/side/background character more often than the Christmas toons, since he isn’t super summer themed, and because of his character arc

Takoyama can control his other eye, but sometimes it just moves out of focus on its own-

Ted is a little embarrassed about still having a teddy bear, but he appreciates the extra tissues (he named him Ted Jr. :])

Whenever Ted attends Brightney’s Book Club, he usually just stays in the corner, trying not to interrupt with his excessive coughing and sneezing

Robert and Ross like playing with Roy’s huge, fluffy tail lol

Ted is really scared of things like needles and hospitals and all that

Ted and Buddy think Glisten is cool, but they try not to look at him because they don’t like looking at their reflections

Roy and Shrimpo constantly have screaming matches when they see each other

Takoyama loves hearing Finn’s aquatic facts, even though he already knows a lot of them :]

Slight “Voice Claim” for Ted : He sounds like he constantly has a stuffy nose, but also has a Boston/NY (idk which one-) accent, so he sounds kinda funny-

Buddy is the only toon with colored eyes and lighter palms

Connie likes to tease poor Ted, especially with the whole ‘old’ thing-

Roy usually targets people who are younger than him when it comes to his bullying

I feel like any conflict episodes with Tsuyu in them would come from her sounding rude when she’s trying to be honest

Buddy lost the ability to feel and think when he was hypnotized. Luckily, he got them back, but it ended up with him becoming extremely touch-starved. Buddy loves physical touch, though, and he’s friends with Goob because of this

Tsuyu and Poppy like to hang out and jump in puddles for fun when it rains

Ted’s bones rattle when he’s cold lol

okay I think that’s enough- goodness me

apologies for the tone shift lol I mean really, this went from “Tsuyu likes superheroes :3” to “this guy died because of an early drinking addiction”

anyway, here’s some extra doodles :] (might add more later idk)