#Crash peanut

[temporaltourguide]

i think im fixating on this series, ive pretty much non-stop been listening to the spotify playlists

[i-give-u--art]

Ima do my own thing

[arrowsarchive]

i love the part in crash when peanut said "its peanut time!" and started peanuting all over the place

[yandereunsolved]

James Randal in RvB or CRASH would go crazy hard.

-CRASH-

James would be such a fucking menace because he'd (accidentally?) encourage Duke and blow so many things up.

"Whaaaaaaatttttttttt? You're only taking that little explosives with you? You should always carry extra incase something goes wrong!"

James then proceeds to somehow fuck up every mission yet makes sure they are successful. The team needs that. And for some reason this untrained, very old man can help them with that.

I can see him being called Papa James or Pops Senior.

Pops absolutely despises and loves James. How is he supposed to command an 82yr old man who showed up out of the blue and just joined their team? Command has no idea where the fuck he came from- but he won't leave! And isn't abandoning an old man in "dangerous" territory senior abuse?

He probably tries to put a tracker on James so he can keep track of wherever he is going. The last thing he needs is another JR incident. (James Randal incident ― aka anytime he manages to fuck up n' fix things.) Well, they are a FIXER Team. Maybe he can stay.

And at least James keeps Peanut (sort of) on task!

And Crash is incredibly annoyed by James. But then again, when isn't he annoyed?

Don't get him started on SAMMIE. He thought he was only into houses. Apparently his interest expands to modified Heavy Machine Guns.

"Hey, beautiful. You come here often?" James asks as he wiggles his eyebrows seductively.

Yeah... James has been banned from being alone with any heavy machinery. There's a 110% chance he'll either fuck it or fuck with it. Izzy feels a headache coming on anytime James Randal enters a room.

-RvB (Blood Gulch Chronicles)-

Oh, gods. They're suspicious that he might be an alien at first. Or be some sort of puppet for something bad.

An old man wandering around Blood Gulch looking for the local burger joint? That's... something none of them have ever seen before.

And he's carrying a minigun! Don't worry. He told Caboose it was just a prop.

James Randal is the type of mother fucker to just switch sides whenever he feels like it. They just kind of let him go freely, like a stray cat. He refuses to wear armor because it feels too itchy. He's gotta be free!

And I mean... he's useful. He uses his landscaping abilities to make the dirt and rocks look- even better somehow?

Also, you still can't let this man near any military equipment. Someone is going to end up dead and he'll just say "oopsie!"

He definitely flirted with Donut because of the pink light red armor.

"I already told you Mr. Randal, I'm not a girl!"

"That armor tells me otherwise, sweetheart. Give daddy Randal a kiss on the cheek."

Grif and Simmons are laughing their asses off in the corner. Sarge has to break it up.

Tucker and James definitely get into some shenanigans. Mostly because James is like "what a kind young man. I was even more of a sexual deviant when I was his age."

Caboose and James are besties. They match each other's energy.

James is so ready to help Caboose with his journey on making Church his bff. James is so ready to help the private with his training. He'll even help teach him how to drive Shelia! Does James know how to drive a tank and properly instruct someone on such? Uh, he already taught road safety and self defense. Close enough―!

Caboose just sees James as a nice old man and a really good friend. He likes to give James big hugs. During the time when James becomes tiny because he got stuck in a dryer Caboose stands up for him. He does all he can do to help James adjust to his new life!

10/10 James Randal experience. Somehow ends up with both of the flags and is using them as blankets for his camping experience out in the Gulch.

[b00mrang]

No Valentines detour this year. Have these as a consolation.

[mcytegg]

as kindly as possible. why does kab think 4c should care abt her nearly as much as he cares for squiddo, his day 1 teammate? like why the fuck would he ever betray squiddo for killing someone he isnt teamed or even allied with?

[twilightakiishi]

guys im gonna reread some wind breaker i might be annoying tonight but you have to forgive me because im coping ok

[edgyhedgie]

day 67: fighting for my life with an animation software lol (THE SNUGGLERS)

some extra context below (vent warning) :')

[i-give-u--art]

CRASH DOODLES!!! (I AM GOING INSANE)

(also I forgor about target😭😭😭)

[castielsprostate]

spent 3 euros on a fucking protein bar that claims it has the taste "chocolate brownie" BUT IT'S FUCKING PEANUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! i specifically DIDN'T buy their motherfucking shit ass peanut bar that was next to CHOCOLATE BROWNIE because I DON'T EAT FUCKING PEANUTS !!!!!!!!!!!!! nowhere does it even say peanuts except the ingredient list!!!!!!!!!!!!

[yandereunsolved]

،، a penny for your thoughts ”

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— —˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙ ˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙——˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙

a snapshot into every character's yandere tendencies ⛃

Yandere FIXER Team • Crash, Duke, Izzy, Lilly, Peanut, Pops, Target, Wes[ley] •

🅨🅐🅝. 🅒🅡🅐🅢🅗

He's the classic "he acts like he hates you but sticks to you like glue." He's constantly chastising you, murmuring about how you're the worst out of all of them. (Worst because you're the only one that makes him out of breath by just looking at your armor.) It's ironic because you're the only one allowed in the watchtower with him as he listens to the radio. He actually prefers your voice to the radio. It's a first for him, and he hates it.

He can't believe he managed to fall in love at the most inopportune time, in the least romantic place, around the worst kinds of people. He's lovestruck, like some military cupid ordered an arrow right into his heart.

He needs to keep you safe. He wants downtime and peace, naturally, but you're part of that reason. If he lost you, he doesn't know what he'd do—probably kill Duke. There's an 80% chance Duke would have a hand in your death, accidentally, of course. It's just that you can't have Crash attached to you like some foreign parasite and not get mixed up in Duke's crossfire (aka his shenanigans, aka his damning incompetence, as Crash would put it).

🅨🅐🅝. 🅓🅤🅚🅔

Wild card extraordinaire.

He's not exactly subtle about his feelings. He's probably confessed ten times over while in his permanent state of drunken inebriation. You dismiss it as Duke being Duke, and it wouldn't be unreasonable to think that. He flirts with anyone he thinks is attractive. It's embarrassing that he finds you attractive and you're his teammate, but it's just how he is, so you can't help but grow accustomed to it.

He does the grabby hands a lot and just tries to hang off you, blabbering about anything that comes to mind (mostly explosives or alcohol, usually both).

He's probably, most definitely, blown up others who have tried to get your attention, as long as they aren't on his team. Although, his murderous tendencies may still may extend to within the team, he may or may not be willing to stage a death to keep you near him. He'll make Target a target any day. He'd never touch Pops, though, unless he was insanely jealous, and he doesn't really see Peanut as a viable "threat" either.

Your presence gets him drunker than any alcohol. He needs you in his system ASAP. He may have life withdrawals if he doesn't. He doesn't have an alcohol "problem"; he has a you "problem." (Yes, these are actual things he has said/would say to you.)

🅨🅐🅝. 🅘🅩🅩🅨

Peanut writes stories. Izzy writes fanfiction. Take a guess at which one has more smut and tension in it. It's Izzy, in case you were unsure.

She doesn't exactly know how to approach her darling, so she mostly writes her feelings in fic form. You are always some sort of supernatural entity, like the classic werewolf or vampire, and even omegaverse. She's totally into mpreg. So if tab restore is on, I suggest you don't check the computer. At least don't read her latest one about two soldiers on the same squad, where one is pining after the other hopelessly and is eliminating everyone else on the squad systematically until only her darling and she are left. It isn't like she can actually murder everyone on the team, for better or worse. A girl can dream, though.

She'll ask for your help by name most likely. She dislikes calling you by your codename because it seems too impersonal for her. She just says you're a good assistant, and she doesn't say that about anybody. She mostly prefers to work in silence or with you carrying the conversation. She finds that the words get stuck in her throat.

How does she tell you that she's planted a tracker in your suit? Or that she's compiling an entire database on you and has looked through your private records (which definitely breaches trust and breaks at least one military rule)?

She feels... guilty. But she loves you, so it's worth it. You do anything for your loved ones, even if they don't know you'd die (or kill) for them.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅛🅘🅛🅛🅨

She's patient to some extent. She's content with simply being near her darling and helping them when she can. She'll always be really friendly and may overdo it because she's so nervous. She's her own worst critic when it comes to relating to you.

"What if they hate me because I said something wrong?" (Lilly had a simple conversation with her darling.)

"I didn't help them in time." (Her darling dropped something and it fell on their armored foot.)

"Urgh, I'm so stupid! Clearly, they needed that and not this." (She was trying to help but didn't know how to and grabbed the wrong thing. Her darling, in all honesty, didn't mind or even notice.)

"If I were a better soldier, then they'd like me." (Darling was talking to Pops and has a friendly relationship with him.)

"How incompetent can I be? They could have gotten hurt because I wasn't careful enough." (Lily almost bumped into her darling.)

She'll hesitantly bring her feelings to Wes and ask what to do. Even leaving out the darker bits of her attraction to you, Wes has a―let's say in the nicest way possible―a negative reaction. Something along the lines of, "Excuse me? What the fuck? I have to legally inform you that I am not a mental health professional, but seriously, Lil's, you need to get checked out for whatever is fucked in your mind."

It makes her even more ashamed of her feelings for you. She could never be good enough for you. This is just the nail in the coffin.

But she won't stop stalking you. (Is it really stalking if you work together and she's just looking out for you?) She'll just become more persistent in bettering herself so that she is worthy of you (and your love).

🅨🅐🅝. 🅟🅔🅐🅝🅤🅣

He's a little lost, but he's got the spirit. Every team member will know that Peanut has some sort of feelings for you. He doesn't exactly try to keep them a secret. He's constantly blabbering about how much he appreciates you, how warm and fluttery you make him feel, and the things he wants to do with you. He'll whine at any loss of contact with you.

If both of you are separated because of military duties, then he becomes quite frazzled and upset, only to be overly excited when he sees you once again, throwing his arms around you and bonking his helmet against yours.

He wants you to always be the one who watches over him at night. He'll beg you to come cuddle with him because he'll have nightmares if you don't. He's giggling the entire time, and his face is completely flushed.

He loves joking around with you to try to brighten your day. He tells you all his stories. He may or may not have a couple of secret ones that involve you and him. Listening to him drone on about conspiracy theories is a must.

You're Peanut's babysitter soon, lover, essentially. Duke may even try to change your codename to Babysitter because Peanut makes you look after him so much.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅟🅞🅟🅢

He's not one to resort to violence (or euthanization) unless met with an enemy where that is a necessity. So intimidation is his game as a yandere. He will abuse his power as the FIXER team's leader to isolate you and keep you as his. It's more of an instinctual need. At least, that's how he sees it.

He likes pulling you close to him. No one really bats an eye because he does it so often. He'll pull you into a hug or into his lap, then he whispers about how you'll be good and not report him to HR because you won't like the consequences (i.e., ruining your reputation). If you dislike it, he isn't going to force himself on you. He will never do that. However, he will desensitize you to it. His lingering touches will grow bolder until you'll want to freely cuddle with him at the end of long days.

Really, he just wants you happy, healthy, and safe. He's a yandere, like his namesake, after all. Even when he is a romantic yandere, he can't help but come off as paternal. He teaches you things, gives you honest praise, encourages you, and is right there to shut down any bullshit someone may try to give you. He likes placing his hand on your shoulder, patting you on the back, or maybe even on the head.

He even has this dirty little fantasy he often entertains about retiring with you. It's what he thinks about when things get too stressful. He feels too old to have kids; I mean, he already babysits a bunch of grown adults, most of whom can't take care of themselves. So just imagining him and you getting away, his hands free to explore your body, is enough to make him need to excuse himself. He needs to "adjust" his armor or go relieve himself of some bodily fluids.

You're the reminder that he needs to survive―that he still has a future to survive for.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅣🅐🅡🅖🅔🅣

Poor kid doesn't even know what hit him. He's grossly inept when it comes to understanding his infatuation with his darling. He's even worse at expressing it. He walks around in a state of constant confusion, trying to decipher the reason why he suddenly feels homicidal when one of his teammates gets too close to you.

He distances himself from Duke and Peanut for that reason. They are number one and two on the "people I would definitely kill if I had to" list. But even then—he'll probably accidentally confess his feelings about darling to one of his other teammates. There's a good chance it's either Crash or Izzy. And let's say Target should hope he's not stupid enough to tell Crash. Crash will try to shut that shit down and tell him how fucked up he is, while also maintaining an air of dismissiveness. He'll get offended by Crash's insinuation. Target is only looking out for your best interests. He's protecting you!

He also has an entire album of photos of you that you probably don't know about. No one cares about his cool bird pictures, so he doesn't really have to worry about anyone snooping through yours. He tries to capture your perfection in every photo, but only the real thing―you―can do it justice. You're so much better to photograph than any super cool bird anywhere in all the galaxies combined―plus some!

🅨🅐🅝. 🅦🅔🅢🅛🅔🅨

If you think Crash's tsundere attitude is bad, wait until you're introduced to Wes's loving bitchiness. You can't so much as sneeze without having the medic needing to check you out. He's snarky, but something about it is softer. He seems genuinely concerned, and if you are injured, then he'll use all the good supplies on you. He's used to venting to you about, well, everything. Maybe he seems rougher towards you because he's accepted that you're the one person he can let his guard down a little with.

He's freely possessive, even if part of him is ashamed for being so nerveless against his own desires. He's lived too long and seen too much shit not to claim you as his own. If someone doesn't like it, then they can fuck off, and the both of you can transfer out together.

Oh, yeah. Wes always has your transfer papers filled out for you along with his. They're married with one paperclip joining the two stacks of paper. It slightly irritates his need for complete organization, but there's something so subtle and intimate about it that he keeps it that way.

Lilly and he are a package, so more often than not she'll be his unofficial wingwoman. She may question his methods, but you actually make Wes happy. She doesn't think she's ever seen that. And if you can produce that kind of miracle, then perhaps Wes's red flag behavior is something she can turn a blind eye to. He's just not used to normal human relationships. He'll grow out of it.

[b00mrang]

Peanut sticker by Ada!

[bookworm-tries-art]

ilysm, actually <3 *Sally brown-ifies your Biana vacker*

[mcytegg]

oh my god okay so. its a good thing smp civ wasnt streamed bc i already know the crashout over the entire server teaming against lifesteal wouldve been massive if it was witnessed live LOL

[iluvchick3nz]

Hello! I saw this old post from lumosinlove and I immediately thought of you! Would you write something about the boys on the ice? All the little comments and reactions they have to each other. Either before or after they get together (or maybe both 👀) ?

https://www.tumblr.com/lumosinlove/635257535556894720/im-just-re-reading-all-of-sw-again-cause-im-not?source=share

(thank you so much for all your stories, you make my little heart very very happy every time ❤️)

I am a HUGE fan of pre-O'Knutzy angst and yearning, I gotta say. Some of my favorite stuff to write!

I hope you enjoy; this was such a fun prompt!

Credits to @lumosinlove !!

Gryffindor Stadium, USA, October 2019

Leo winced as Dallas’ seventy-four collided with his right leg, stretching it out even more than it already was until it twinged. He forced himself to cover the puck with his glove to stop the play, grateful for the corresponding whistle.

The Stars player, still heavy on his leg, struggled to stand and tapped Leo’s blocker with his stick, obviously irritated that Leo had interrupted their chance for a lead. “Watch your limbs, rookie.”

Immediately, there was a Lions jersey invading his space. Logan had his hands on the player’s jersey in half a second. “The fuck you say?” he growled.

“Oh, Jesus,” Leo muttered under his breath. 

But seventy-four wasn’t backing down. He got right in Logan’s face. “You got a problem, you damn pipsqueak?”

Then, out of the blue, Finn was there, yanking him back by the neck of his jersey. “Fucking watch it, you asshole. Don’t touch our goalie.”

Leo tried to pretend not to be hot and bothered by the dark stares Finn and Logan were directing at the other player.

Seventy-four looked like he wanted to protest, but eyed the linesmen standing nearby warily. “Fine,” he spat, then skated off.

When Leo looked up after handing the puck to the ref he was met with twin anxious- and soft, so soft- gazes. Logan skated closer. “You okay, Nutty?”

Leo cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, thanks.”

“Bien.” Logan tapped their helmets together. “You’re playing good.”

“Thank you.”

Finn came in for his own helmet tap. “You’re kicking ass, peanut.”

Leo laughed. “You, too.”

Finn gave him a wink, then he and Logan were skating over to take the face-off, playfully nudging each other. 

Leo swallowed around the heavy feeling in his throat and turned to tap his goal posts. 

***

Anaheim, USA, November 2019

Logan felt a twinge in his wrists as number sixteen’s stick came slashing down over them. He let out a grunt and drew them into his body on the whistle, hissing through his teeth at the sharp pain.

“Hey, whoa!” yelled a familiar voice behind him. Finn was chest to chest with the Anaheim player in a blink. “Man, that was not clean!”

The guy rolled his eyes. “Whoops, O’Hara.”

“Don’t you fucking whoops me, that was totally unnecessary! That’s how people get injured, you fuck, I oughta-”

“Whoa, guys,” a linseman said, stepping in between them. “Break it up. Tremblay, you good?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais, I’ll go back to the bench. Talk to our PT.”

The linesman nodded and went to go deliberate with the others before calling the penalty. Logan was skating back to the bench to have Remus look at when he felt a warm presence by his side.

“Lo, you good?”

Logan slowed a bit, meeting Finn’s worried eyes. He put on a smile. “Ouais, I’ll just have to ice it between periods. There’s only a minute left.” At Finn’s raised eyebrows, he nudged him. “I’ll be fine, Fish. Go, you’re on the power play.”

Finn narrowed his eyes but complied, tapping their helmets together before skating to meet Sirius and James near the dot. Logan turned just as he got to the bench. Leo was waiting for him, dressed and playing backup with a cap over his curls. The sight of him made Logan’s stomach churn in an unfamiliar yet all-too-familiar way.

“Hey,” Leo said, smile white and bright. He opened the bench gate. “Bien?”

Logan nodded, meeting Leo’s clear eyes. “Bien.”

“Hey, Tremz, got an ice pack.”

Logan jumped at Remus’ voice, tearing his eyes away from Leo, who ducked his nose into his jersey, the highs of his cheeks slightly red. Remus held out the pack expectantly, and Logan shucked off his gloves. “Ah, ouais. Merci, Loops.”

Remus slapped his back. “Keep ‘em there for a few minutes, then we’ll make sure they’re still loose, okay? Let me know if anything pinches or twinges really badly.”

“Ouais, got it.”

Logan turned to say something to Leo- what exactly, he didn’t know, but he felt he needed to, his heart was racing so bad. But before he could, he was interrupted by the whistle, then one of the assistant coaches was herding him further along the bench, away from Leo’s hunched form. Logan scowled down at his wrists before looking back towards the end of the bench.

He pretended to not see the way Leo’s wide eyes darted to his, nose still buried in his jersey, before turning his gaze back to the ice to watch Sirius take the face-off. 

***

Gryffindor, USA, December 2019

Leo lunged, extending his blocker, reacting quickly as the puck ricocheted and covering it with his glove. His heart was beating, and his muscles strained from flexing so quickly. He let out a heavy breath and dropped his head down to rest on his glove. Their defense had been messy and disorganized, and he was making more saves than he preferred this game. 

Suddenly, a spray of ice was hitting his face, followed by the frustrated grunt of Winnipeg's sixteen, who had taken the shot. Leo shook his head, trying to brush the wetness out of his face. He heard the sharp slicing of skates across the ice, then was watching Logan take sixteen’s jersey in between his now ungloved hands. 

“Fucking watch it,” he growled, green eyes dark and his mouth in a snarl that did funny things to Leo’s stomach. 

Sixteen said something lowly that Leo didn’t catch, then he was watching as Logan lunged to hook his arm around the man’s head to try and shove him down.

Two refs were there in a second to pull them apart, Logan continuing to yell in angry French. Leo pushed his mask up over his face, breathing hard, and handed the puck to a linesman that came up to him.

“Nice save, one.”

Leo nodded through his pants. “Thanks.”

“Peanut.” Leo turned, and Logan was there, eyes now a softer shade, but the anger was still there. “C’est bien? That was dirty.”

Leo put on a small smile, flustered under Logan’s focused attention. “I’m good. Just surprised me.”

“Hm.” Logan reached up and brushed his warm thumb under Leo’s eye. “Snow.”

“Ah. Thanks.” Leo glanced at where the refs were staring at them, obviously waiting. “You’re going to the box.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Fucking sixteen. That was totally unnecessary, what the hell was he thinking-”

“Logan.” Leo felt his smile widen, cheeks hot. He nodded his head. “Go.”

Logan’s cheeks flushed ever more under his helmet. He looked slightly sheepish. “Ah, ouais. Just…” He took a deep breath. “I got you, peanut.”

Leo bent to tap his head against Logan’s helmet. “Thanks, Tremz.”

Logan nodded then turned awkwardly, shaking himself off before heading over dutifully to the box. Leo marked up his crease and dropped into a brief butterfly stretch, trying to loosen up his muscles. When he stood, he turned his eyes to the dot, where Sirius and another Jets player were waiting to take the faceoff. Finn and James were there, Thomas, too. 

Leo didn’t miss the way Finn’s eyes, framed by his freckles and a furrowed eyebrow, flashed briefly to his own.

***

Gryffindor, USA, October 2020

Logan didn’t really know how it happened. One second he had a Detroit player at his back as he protected the puck, trying to swing it to the outside and send it away from the Lions’ defensive end and protect their late third period lead, and the next second he had two sticks under his skates and went flying across the ice, crashing right into Leo in all his tall, padded glory. 

Logan didn’t really mind being under Leo- enjoyed it, actually- but preferably with much less on. Pads were kind of inconvenient, he thought. And heavy.

The two of them slid, knocking the goal off its posts. Logan felt the bump of them knocking into the boards and Leo fell a little more heavily on top of him with a grunt. 

“Soleil,” Logan said softly. “You okay?”

Leo nodded. His blue eyes were bright under the stadium lights. He groaned as he shifted to get up. “Sorry, I’m crushing you.”

Logan found it in himself to laugh lightly. “Non. I, ah- it’s okay. Under different circumstances.” At Leo’s snort, Logan smiled wider and shifted. “Allez, let me move and give you space.”

They got up and adjusted their pads, Logan reaching up to help Leo with his helmet. Behind them, there was a commotion. They both looked over to find Finn’s broad form in between two Red Wings players, his face red as he shouted. Logan couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying above the shouts of the other two players and the refs trying to calm them down. Finn’s helmet had come off somehow, and his hair was pushed back from his forehead with sweat. In another context- or, even in this one, if he was honest with himself- Logan would have found that quite attractive.

Leo, perhaps reading his mind, nudged him. “Hot.”

Logan smiled at him playfully. “Ouais.” He turned back to watch Finn, who was still yelling at the other players, even as they were all dragged to the penalty box, and sighed exasperatedly. “Rouge.”

“You know, usually that’s your thing.”

Logan shrugged. “What can we say? We feel very strongly about protecting our goalie.”

Leo rolled his eyes, but he was blushing, and nudged Logan to go to the dot and take the face-off.

***

Fifteen minutes later, after a scrape-by win, Leo was wiping sweat off of his face and trying to look a little composed for the camera as Marlene finished asking him questions.

“And finally, Leo, what do you think the Lions could do to tighten up their defense? I know you saw more shots than you would have preferred to this game.”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, I think- we were better than we have been. We’ve been in a bit of a slump. It’s mostly a matter of spacing I think, and working to maintain our shape. We’ve been working really hard in practice, and the defense has come a long way. And we came out with a win, so, you know. All good today, I guess.” He smiled. “And honestly, I do prefer not to sit bored in goal, so it could be worse.” 

Marlene laughed. “Always a charmer. We’ll let you go, Leo, and good game.”

“Thanks.” 

He let out a breath as he always did after an interview. He wasn’t really a fan of cameras. He was friendly and personable, but he always got even more flushed in front of them, a bit in his head sometimes. He felt a sense of relief as he made his way down the hall and to the locker room.

As soon as he stepped through, he felt a weight jump on his back. Muscular thighs wrapped around his pad-covered body and he saw two socked feet stick out in front of his hips. Leo smiled and reached behind him to give Logan a pat on the butt. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Salut.” A kiss was pressed to his cheek, then Logan, shirtless and in just his thermals and some basketball shorts, jumped down from his back and came around to face him with a smile. “Good game.”

“You, too, sweetheart.” They walked over to their stalls and Leo began to take off his jersey and pads. “Fuck, I’m so hot and sweaty.”

“Yeah you are.” Long dexterous fingers began to help him unclip his shoulder pads. “Very hot, very sweaty.” Leo smiled as another kiss was pressed to the back of his neck. “Good game, baby.” 

Leo shucked off the rest of his upper body equipment before turning and meeting Finn’s bright eyes. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He sat down heavily next to Logan, reaching out to pat Finn’s hip. “Hey, thanks for defending our honor.”

Finn just shrugged. “Gotta protect what’s mine.” He knelt and began to untie Leo’s skates. “You okay? No twinging or anything?”

Leo shook his head. “No.” He felt a hand scratch at his scalp and he leaned into Logan’s touch. “Feels good. My head sometimes hurts after being under the bright lights for so long.”

Logan made a concerned sound. “Let me get you water, mon coeur.” He was shuffling around in his bag, then held up his Nalgene to Leo’s lips. “Allez, ici. Prendre.”

Leo tilted his head back and let the cool liquid slide down his throat in big gulps. When he finished, gasping in a large breath, he was met with twin smiles. He looked between them. “What?”

Finn shook his head. “Nothing,” he said, coaxing Leo’s left foot up to take off his skate. “You’re so funny when you drink.”

Leo laughed. “Excuse me?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He was back to scratching Leo’s scalp. “You always drink so much, and then you run out of breath.”

“I like water!”

Finn kissed his knee. “You’re so cute, sunshine.”

Leo hummed happily, slouching to rest against Logan’s strong shoulder. He glanced down at where Finn was massaging his left foot before moving onto his right skate. “You know, I used to die when you both defended me on the ice. Before we got together.”

Finn’s eyes flashed up to his. “Really?”

“Mhm.” Leo let out a breath as Logan dug his fingers into the back of his neck. “I used to freak out so bad. Inwardly.” 

“Non.” Logan’s face was pleased. “You did?”

“Yeah,” Leo laughed softly. “Like, my biggest crushes were just there, all sweaty and angry and stuff, wrestling guys who talked bad to me. Of course I freaked out.”

“I didn’t know that,” Logan said, eyes playful and a little dark in the center. 

Leo snorted. “Well, it wasn’t like I was going to tell you, it’s so embarrassing.”

“If it makes you feel better, babe, you’re both my biggest crushes, too,” Finn chimed in with a wink.

“Oui, mine, too.”

Leo felt his face heat up. “It does, yeah.” 

“Okay,” Finn said. He sat back on his heels and ran his hands up and down Leo’s thighs. “Let’s get these sexy legs out of their pads, then we’ll shower, listen to Coach, and go home. Sound good?” 

Leo nodded. “‘Kay. I’ve got chili in the freezer.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, thanks, baby.” Finn guided him into standing and kissed his cheek. “C’mon, we’ll help you with your pads.”

Leo dutifully lifted his arms up a bit as four hands loosened and helped to pull down his leg pads and take off his blockers. He rested a hand on Logan’s bent back for balance to step out of one, then the other, before standing straight. Logan fit his fingers into the spaces between Leo’s ribs, his palms pressing on Leo’s sternum. “Ça va?”

“Ouais.” Leo kissed his forehead. “Thank you. Those pads are fussy.”

“Mm, I don’t know. I think you look like a cute turtle in them sometimes.”

Leo rolled his eyes at Finn playfully. “Of course you do.” He draped an arm around his shoulders and kissed the side of his head. “C’mon, I wanna shower with my celebrity crushes.”

“I have a feeling that’s not appropriate locker room talk, peanut butter. However, I am a fan.”

Leo just shook his head fondly, placed another kiss to each of their temples, and turned to gather their towels.