#yet finn is in the same one everytime
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drawlody ¡ 2 years ago
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Finn, Simon, Marcy, and PB group hug but it just ends up with Finn hugging 3 people at once (tis still enjoyable :3)
A lil bit of lovin for everyone:D
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Also Marcy and her face shirt B)
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OH LAWD HERE HE COME
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I struggled with this pose lmao like i cannot find a ref for this
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damiansgoodgirll ¡ 2 years ago
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can you make hc for the judgment day being super protective over the reader, like she is the baby of the group being younger and everyone is super protective of her
the judgment day x reader (platonic)
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the baby of the group
the judgment day knew how to scare people around them but when you joined the group, they all felt a sense of urgency in order to protect you and make you feel safe. as you joined the group you were only nineteen, the youngest of them all and they all wanted to show people around that no one had to mess with you, otherwise they would make people’s lives a living nightmare.
rhea ripley
rhea saw you as a little sister, as you reminded her of her younger sister due to your young age. she loved your bubbly personality, it brought a new vibe to the group that she was loving. she acted more like a big sister kind of protector, always checking on you if you were going out at night, offering to pick you up in case you decided to drink and you couldn’t drive, making sure the clubs or bar you went to were safe and not full of drunk people and always telling you to call her if you found yourself in trouble. she promised herself that she was always going to keep you safe and she wasn’t going to break that promise anytime soon.
finn balor
finn adored you. he adored you from the second you stepped into the judgment day. he was like a mentor to you, always helping you train and teaching you new moves and tricks. he loved spending time with you, due to the huge age difference between the two of you, he loved how you taught him how to use new apps, how you showed him everything that kids your age liked nowadays, new slangs and way of speaking and everytime he tried to speak like you did, he sounded like the cool dad who tried to make a good impression on his daughter’s friends. he saw you like a daughter in some way. he felt the urge to protect you from the world outside sometimes, because to him, you were only a teenage girl who was still learning about the world and he knew how sometimes the world could be cruel with people and he didn’t want you to face the reality, not yet at least. he was a shoulder you could cry on if you needed, he would listen without judging you and that’s why you loved him so much, he showed you a vulnerable side that he wouldn’t show to the other members of the group and you were so grateful you had found someone like finn.
damian priest
damian was your guardian angel. he was the one to make you laugh and smile in case you were sad. he was the one to take you shopping if your friends were busy. he was the one who would stay up all night with you just gossiping about other wrestlers but he also was the one who would kick boys asses in case they would make you cry. he was like rhea, always checking on you if you wanted to stay out late but he had like a sixth sense sometimes and he couldn’t help to “spy” on you. he trusted you, he didn’t trust the boys around you. you caught him in the same bar as you a few times but instead of being mad, you were thankful that someone cared so much about you that would even start spying you. a few guys tried to hit you up and when you politely declined them, they wouldn’t back away and so damian had to intervene. he made sure that those boys would never hit on you ever again. sometimes he even helped you through your hungover, he would let you stay at his place because he didn’t want you to stay alone in case you felt sick. he always made sure you were safe and comfortable and you always reminded him how thankful you were to have him in your life.
dominik mysterio
dom was like the “best friend protective mode” guy. you were at the same age of his sister so he knew how to deal with you. you two went along immediately. you two had a lot in commons and it made it easier to connect with each other. he was funny and he always made you laugh but at the same time he was a great friend, always being there for you if you needed him and you were the first person he told that he was going to propose to his girlfriend. you were there for him the same way he was there for you, always having each other’s back.
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chaifootsteps ¡ 3 months ago
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if I have a nickel for everytime my fav show has a teen boy character in love with an older girl BUT the show itself tells you the crush is bad and it's for the boys character development, yet the fandom is so dense that they actually ship the younger boy and the older girl and see nothing wrong with it, I have three nickels.
okay I'll tell those three nickels are. Finn Mertens, Dipper Pines and Denji.
(sidenote this kinda relates to this, but I hate those same fandoms solely blaming the older girl for giving 'ideas' to the boy, furthering the crush. and all the girl did is.. be nice to the boy... really telling what kind of fans they are. but except Makima and Denji. she was a devil who could literally control everything)
See, I don't like any of those ships in the least, but I figure whatever...maybe people are playing around with their ages, maybe the dynamics are interesting or comforting, maybe they're projecting on the teen boys. But when the stuff in the sidenote happens, that's a completely different story. That's the kind of thing that walks its way over to the real world and does damage.
(Also, Adventure Time was so weird about this. They rightfully shot down Finn's crushes on older girls, then had him get raped by one and insisted there was nothing wrong with that.)
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crimsonlyinglilly ¡ 9 months ago
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No. 4: HALLUCINATIONS
Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You're still alive in my head.” (Billy Lockett, More)
Here's Day 4 of @whumptober 2024 a day late or two.
Elijah gets a break from suffering as tomorrow is a nightmare for him, so it's Finns turn.
Fell behind because I was distracted making the covers for the new fics this month and finished day 6 instead, anyone know how i can be stricter with myself please leave tips.
Northstar in stone- Finn time being involved in and looking after his siblings goes badly, he misses Elijah.
Set the originals season 3x 22
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There's something almost funny about this that Finn wants to laugh.
Elijah died for him, because of him, because of the same venom killing them now and the only thing he had asked was for Finn to protect them.
Living in a memory of a long forgotten time, Elijah flickering between the pale and fading man in a thousand dollar suit and the little brother in his old tunics.
‘I thought these nights were something I made up.’ Elijah had commented with poorly hidden confusion and awe.
‘We can start these nights again as long as you recover.’ he had offered later as Elijah grew less coherent even within the dream. Bargaining coming close to begging, he had meant it if Elijah had wanted once he recovered he would take them out the city, even bring the others if Elijah wanted, sharing it with Freya like he had once dreamed of.
Instead Elijah had asked him to look after the others, just protect them from the mistake Elijah took the blame from as if he hadn’t been the first to call for Lucien’s death.
Finn had tried, Freya found a way to buy Elijah time, and later Cami as well, they had even ended Lucien.
Yet still Finn failed, he was the reason this was happening, he stayed and killed for the family he had been on the outside of for so long and was the cause of Marcel becoming the beast.
Marcel had been a threat to Kol, since he still blamed him for Davina Clare's death, ignoring that the ancestors' curse had forced Kol to do the one thing he hadn’t wanted or that it was Marcel's own actions that had planted the first seeds of the ancestors resentment towards the girl.
Finn didn’t like the gir;l since she had cursed him to remain in the body of the beast but the choice to sacrifice her had been done for the greater good of removing Lucien and in the end she had been brought back while Freya channelled the ancestors to undo their work and unmake Lucien.
Marcel’s own words placed him against their family, maybe Elijah would have acted differently towards Marcel but Finn had been in the damned coffin when they brought the child and claimed him as family so Finn he was nothing.
And what Elijah’ thought or would have done may very well be out of their reach now, since the shard of Elijah’s soul he had somehow left with his sire line within Kol and sacrificed itself, first to shield the girl’s soul taking the attack that should have shredded Davina’s soul and spreading that damage to the rest of his soul within Freya’s pendant and them likely destroying the piece completely when it had sacrificed itself to cut off the ancestors connection.
Protecting them even when he was dead, possibly destroying any chance of the getting him back if they could not repair his soul, because of course Elijah had sacrificed himself, it was all he seemed to do; sacrifice his happiness, his freedom, any future, his health and his life, why not his soul as well. 
Sometimes Finn hates him, prefect on the outside, broken underneath when Finn’s damage had always been too clear. Hates not knowing it Elijah would have been different if he had managed to stop his own resentment and reached back everytime Elijah once reached for him instead of a rare few.
If Elijah had been less self destructive if he hadn’t let him take all the responsibility of their siblings, if he hadn’t been left in the box for nine centuries.
“You shouldn’t be here!” Kol’s shout pulled him from his musing, he opened his eyes to look at Kol as he was leaning on the back of a stuffed chair, using it to keep space between Davina and himself.
“You were just going to die without telling me.” Davina snapped, ignoring Kol’s attempt to keep distance.
“Marcel could’ve told you,” Kol offered, shrugging only to wince as it agitated the bite, Finn closed his eyes and he remembered the matching bite on Elijah’s skin,“or Elijah’s sireline’s death.”
Treat resistance is with a double dose. Lucien's voice echoed in Finn’s mind, it had just caused it to affect Elijah stronger but it hadn’t killed him any faster.
Hours in the car and his stubborn headstrong brother faded into a confused scared child. At least this time he was just as affected that he wouldn’t have to watch a repeat with Kol. The three of them had always looked similar, no doubt if he slipped up and mixed them up Kol would take offence.
Marcel was a threat to Kol, had proven in the past to be a threat to Klaus and since he was no longer tied to Niklaus though the sireline, was now free to act on it.
He had openly told them what he would do, ‘Whatever I have to do, Klaus I will find a way to hurt you. You will never be safe, not as long as I am alive.’ 
Finn had done as he had been taught from a young age, dispose of any threat without hesitation, he did wonder where Klaus and Kol got their tendency to play with their enemies, but then Elijah had always done his best to soften Mikael’s lessons.
It hadn’t mattered, no it had made it worse, Marcel had already taken the serum, making it the second time Finn had a hand in creating the biggest danger to their family somehow he was a bigger danger to his family when he wasn't trying.
It was an apt way that his life was going.
“Not the time for jokes.” Davina snapped and even with his eyes close he could see Kol’s weak smirk fall flat.
Marcel had come back, still angry at Kol for old hurts, still blaming all the wrong in his life on Klaus, fairly hating Finn for, well his crimes against the man even before he killed him.
Finn knew what he had done but Kol had made a comment over Marcel finally getting proof he was part of the family since he had been the only one Finn had never aimed to kill, and Finn wasn’t happy to realise it was something he couldn’t argue.
He had been trying to be better.
Elijah had asked him to, dark eyes struggling to focus, a furrowed brow, flushed skin. The night sky about them from a thousand years before.
None of it had helped in the face of Marcel’s rage, their was nothing to stop the new beast of that fucking prophecy from biting them.
“Please love,” Kol begged “I could hurt you, I don’t want- I can’t do that again.”
“And I can't watch you die again.” Davina told him firmly as Finn’s supernatural hearing caught the sound of Kol giving in and slumping into her hold.
This made it Finn’s fault Kol was dying again, as Kol had helpfully pointed out repeatedly since they had gotten away, the comments only dying down as the vemon's effect grew worse.
“More’s reason you shouldn’t be here.” Kol muttered always needing to have the last word
“No we were leaving, we were going to be free.” Davina’s anger was clear in her words, because that had been their plan while Finn had killed Marcel in instinct. Kol and Davina were going to flee the town after Elijah destroyed the Ancestor’s link, taking what could be the piece of his soul they needed to bring him back with it.
Finn had wanted to leave, that was the only reason he had gone to the compound when he was brought back, he wanted to be human again and run with Freya. To be free and instead he had placed Elijah’s shackles on himself to ignore the guilt.
“Family called, sorry.”Kol chuckled humorlessly. 
“I’ll speak to Marcel.” Davina said suddenly,
“Wait, no, Davina.” the chair cracked in Kol’s sudden movement  “he’s dangerous”
Kol hadn’t wanted his witch to return, they had both been free of the city and kol and phoned to beg her to stay away, yet the girl had returned.
While Finn didn’t like the little witch for dooming him in this body he was thankful Kol had someone for him.
He tried not to think of his jealousy, he should be happy that Kol had finally found someone he wanted to be better for, someone willing to face this family for.
“He won’t hurt me.” Davina reinsured.
“I don't want you getting hurt for me.” Kol replied the ‘not again’ unspoken but clear
“And I’m not losing you, after I just got you back.” she told him clearly, refusing to take any argument for his own good. 
It just made him miss his Sage.
They should have had more time.
He was alone in his family. Freya was trying to find a way to save them even as she was poisoned and dying herself, Elijah’s soul was shredded in the pendant perhaps too broken to even fix.
A hand on his cheek forced him to open his eyes.
He blinked as blurry sharp formed into her.
“Hello lover.” Sage smiled sharp and yet so warm, something always just his. She looked like her last saw her, hair loose in the modern way. The more he had learned about the current era the more he thought it suited her like the world had finally caught up to her views.
He allowed himself to get lost in her, refusing to question how she had found him, she always did.
He loved her, he would have lived an eternity as a monster as long as he could have her at his side, and yet he had been forced to send her away to save her from getting up in her brothers’ chaos. 
He had been right, the list of dead lovers Rebekah and Elijah had proved that, even Kol who rarely had that much attachment to anyone outside his research had names on the list.
She had waited while he was in the box, lived her life, he had never expected her to stop for him but she had come for him the moment she found out he was free, he had thrown away mother’s plan as soon as he had seen her, because any life was bearable as long as it was with her.
“Sage.” he sighed, reaching for her cheek, before he could touch her a small laugh could he ears, and he sat up, he knew that laugh as rare as it was.
There was a small boy not yet seven stumbling away from the hut in snow without his hat, dark hair clear to all to see and pale skin open to cold winds.
“Wait!” he called as he stood up ignoring as the world spun, “Elijah! Come back!” he shouted as he started after him unsure why his steps were unsteady, but he had to get to Elijah, his brother wasn’t well, he needed to get him somewhere safe.  
A flash of long red hair was his only warning as someone- it had to be Sage grabbed his arm, but he could let it stop him, Elijah was too small he’ll get cold and sick again, what happens if he doesn’t recover this time. 
The younger ones needed him.
The hands grip on his arm tightened and he looked down and blinked, red hair turning brown as his Sage was replaced with Hayley Marshall-Kenner her dislike for him warring with concern as she looked at him. 
She was never going to like him after he had tried to kill her daughter
“Finn-” she started swallowing painfully before adding, “Elijah’s dead remembered.”
“No no he was” right here dies in his mouth as he remembers the child he was just chasing was long gone, the brother whose absence was causing the pain in his heart had died barely a week ago, in the place he had been bitten .
The other reason Hayley hated him.
The energy he had gathered fled him and the only thing that saved him from hitting the floor was the woman catching him.
She placed him back on a sofa and he closed his eyes for a moment opening them again to Freya’s concerned face,
He finally had his sister back and was losing everything again.
He wanted Sage and her always confident hands and sharp smile.
He wanted Elijah, alive and taking charge of protecting their family.
Their family, if only he had accepted that a millennia ago, then they might not have gotten into this mess.
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enkisstories ¡ 4 months ago
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After an incident where Finn and Rose got tossed out of the Resistance hideout, I ran them through the first two Resistance quests so that the game recognized them as legitimate members. One of the tasks is "Talk to stormtroopers", what fits the flow of the story so far (with the truce, the secret hand signal and Mitaka's reformist plans) pretty well.
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Finn, Rose, BB-8 and Hux can be seen downtown more often from this day on. Everytime they come, they immediately get shadowed by stormtroopers waiting for the slightest excuse to arrest them and subsequently declare the truce broken.
But that never happens. The "intruders" only talk.
Some troopers outright refuse to chat. Others use the opportunity to praise the First Order. Others yet again share small details about their lifes, asking for the same tidbits from the New Republic in return.
It doesn't even have to be a story from the Republic, even a 709th legionaire, a former FN-corps member and a former officer have lots of different experiences to exchange with each other.
Some troopers try to spy on the Resistance quartett during those chats, while others are convinced they are getting spied on by them. A rare few are genuinely curious.
But the important part is that people are talking.
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dragynkeep ¡ 2 years ago
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random to you question (not to me I saw a thing and it irked me... the person also said that the list in season 4 was eugenics- they made no mention of the grounders doing similar and its a lot of the usual bull one bit made me laugh though and they said clarke panicked and killed all the innocent people in mount weather the imagery is funny and stuff and there was another bit that made laugh which was basically Raven would be a better leader and Clarke is just incompetant) would season 1/2 clarke (before lexa one the worst leaders of the show got in her head*) have tried to force the stupid glorified usb stick on Luna? because I think NOT that was one of the most culty bullshit things they had Clarke say (take the flame its your destiny) and I just hate it so much
sorry to keep bugging you with random t100 things I'm trying to pysche myself up for a rewatch to remind myself of the shit (better prepared so i can properly analyise it and make a tally everytime lexa mentions dying) but can't do it I will do it if I can also play a certain game which is the one where the main characters 6 month old daughter gets kidnapped by a cult (split into four) to be used as a cult leaders dead child (same game people kidnap locals to be used in experiments some turn into monsters and others are just lunch) and the main character in both gets taken out for killing the bad guys
"raven would be a better leader" raven, the one who didn't want to make any of the hard choices — unless it was torturing lincoln to get information on how to save finn & then wanting to make the monumentally stupid decision of getting clarke to try & kill lexa to again save finn, ignoring how it would get them all killed? that raven? the raven that blatantly said to clarke "you're the one who chooses who lives & who dies", only to finally have to make that decision seven seasons in & she crumbles & falls apart so clarke has to put her back together?
yeah that's just ridiculous. raven has never been leadership material because she would have no one else to blame when things didn't go her way & clarke couldn't be her verbal & physical punching bag.
as for the cult aspect of the grounder's religion: i don't think pre lexa clarke would've tried to force the chip into luna's head, mostly because she was still very much critical of stuff like this & had not yet been indoctrinated into it by racoon coochie. clarke was very much willing to go against the establishment as seen from her defining, opening moment in how she ended up in confinement.
with the list "being eugenics", there was a sketchy element of how clarke was choosing who would go onto this list but she is at that point an 18 year old girl having to decide out of hundreds who would be the select few to survive. i doubt that intent was there & more clarke was trying to struggle through yet another trolley problem for her.
considering this is consistently held against her while actual eugenics in the grounders rounding up all the children with a specific blood so they can all die in a ritualistic cult murder spree to decide who will become the next religious leader is deified in the fandom, i wouldn't take it too seriously.
always feel free to bug me about t100 stuff, i never get to talk about it enough ✨
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goatgirl98 ¡ 4 months ago
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went to cologne today by train to see one of my oldest childhood friends and visit her boyfriend and her new apartment which has five rooms which is crazy! the skies were blue through and through. I worked out some potential topics to write an essay about for uni (maybe about the how fear/anxiety is portrayed through tove janssons illustrations in the moomin books and how disasters (comets, flood, loneliness) are handled in her stories. Last night I dreamt of being at a weird circus-like hangout with Finn Wolfhard and was on a road trip with Chappell roan and also kissed a few of the girls from my illustration class under the covers. I also asked people on Reddit on how people fall in love at the same time and how that is even possible. I got asked out on a date for Wednesday, didn’t respond yet. My uni professor will call me next week to talk about a planned trip to Stockholm. I read three fairytales by Astrid lindgren and cried while reading „In the land of twilight“/„ I skymningslandet“ a story about a young boy who is bed bound and flees into a fantasy world where he can do anything and everytime he is scared and doubts himself the little guy by his side who is from said land tells him „Doesn’t play a role! Doesn’t play any role in the land of twilight!“ (it sounds more poetic in the German and Swedish version but this is my rough translation) and it meant so much to me. Also booked two airbnbs in Stockholm and Gävle where I will visit another old friend who studies there right now. In March I will be in Helsinki with my sister. Last Sunday I went to Berlin for a few hours just to see my former crush. The fairytale I read is set in Kronobergsparken, the park which is exactly next to where her family lives in Stockholm and where I spent my happiest days in. Life is funny like that sometimes. I sometimes wonder if experiencing too much happiness might be bad for you, because I will always be searching for how I felt as a kid and how I felt in 2021 when living in Sweden. But I know that that’s stupid, if anything, it reminds me of how much joy I’m capable of feeling. It just hurts to know that there used to be days where I’ve felt completely free, without any trace of anxiety, how bright life seemed and how it doesn’t feel like this anymore, at least not most of the time, only when I’m with my friends and when I’m outside in nature sometimes, and sometimes also when listening to brothers in arms by Joan Baez
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toadifylackoffantasy ¡ 13 days ago
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Ok, I had some inspo, so, quick, first draft:
Lost. Again.
Time had gone by so quick - it had just been them, together; sun, sea, sex, getting drunk, all responsibility gone in the height of their reunion. Of course it had been different than he had expected. Florian had changed, but so had he. They weren't teenagers anymore, they had luggage now, they were adult me- oh, right, Florian had said they didn't like being called that, Finn didn't really grasp the concept but he was gonna respect them any way he could.
But it had happened, the impossible. Something he hadn't dared to imagine after all these years. As he had stopped to dare. Dare to hope, and dream, yet he had lived in paradise for weeks now, tasting the person he was supposed to forget everyday.
Then there had been the argument - almost one, at least. Words had fallen and he had almost started to cry until he couldn't keep it in any longer. The things he thought to know, the possibility that the person he loved wasn't as unique as they had always been torn to be or not. They had a clone, a danger with their same bright sparkly green eyes and strawberry blonde hair awaiting their return at home. Florian had to go, and as such, Finn had lost them again.
Would he ever stop losing them?
He couldn't go. He literally couldn't. He didn't have a passport, a registered name, and he was lucky to feel at home in a place that didn't care too much about it. His Chinese ID that was way past its expiration date was everything he had, and the green card he had here wasn't international. So how would he even go with Florian? He had little more than the cracking houseboat he lived on and the tips from his job.
Thus Florian went, leaving behind a trail of the whisps of light they're made of. It had all gone too quick, and for the whole next day, Finn bawled his eyes out and tooks nips of the alcohol he was supposed to use in his cocktails; barely conscious enough to keep himself from stepping on the shattered glass of the bottles he'd emptied. If only he had some...No. He had spent too much money and effort on getting clean. Almost all the money he had stolen from Sergei.
He tried to eat, but couldn't without realizing it was only one plate and it tasted like air. He tried to boat around, but saw the islands and beaches where he had heard them moan. He tried to shut his mind off of it, but everytime he closed his eyes, he saw the sparkly green ones instead.
He wandered through his confined space, searching for whatever would give him back his high without getting actually high, when he felt something sticking onto his toe.
Green, fabric, a thin strip - Florian's ribbon. It still smelled like their mango hairmasks. One of the ribbons they sometimes use in that terribly cute half-up hairstyle they like to wear. The hairstyle that is loose enough for Finn to weave his fingers through, but still shows their eyes, their jaw, their cheekbones, their-
He had to go. Even if his last cent was used on paying the airport customs officer in letting through an Asian man with "was in rehab for a year" in his documentation who had no valid passport but a Isla Paradiso refugee green card and who had lived off-grid for 3 years. He had to go.
Friday Five
Write a piece that contains the following five elements:
a passport
an argument
something lost
glass
a ribbon
Try to incorporate all five senses (sight, hearing, touch, taste & smell) in your piece. Use the five elements listed above in any way you like.
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mariedreamlove ¡ 2 years ago
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Feeding into the sibling headcanons of my newest fic ( a second chance (I'll take it no matter what)):
Finney and Gwen:
- their bond is even closer, they understand eachother without words
- if someone even tries to pick on either of them, the other comes to the protection, if verbally or physically is actually more or less depending in what condition the other sibling is.
- Gwen would literally travel through time for Finney, and does so.
- Finn's main goals are simple: protect the boys, make sure the Grabber doesn't even realize Gwen exists.
- They have disagreements. Quite often actually, though they still have the mentality : we can't be against one another if someone is against us two (either their dad or the Grabber)
- Finney still eats Gwen's ice cream, and she drinks his grape sodas if she gets the chance.
- she also likes, if the situation let's it be, to pick on Finney's crushes. (Donna First, then Robin.)
- tho Finney acts like he doesn't like it, he enjoys buying Gwen sweets or magazines or anything she likes.
- they always are there for eachother, and know of to clam the other one down I'm case of a panic attack.
- Gwen always tells Finney everything, and he tells her almost everything.
Donna & Billy (they are siblings in this AU)
- They don't have a great relationship ( constant fights, sometimes getting physical with shoving and when they were younger even hitting)
- after Billy was kidnapped, Donna fell into some kind of trance and just acted like.. nothing happened. She couldn't quite grasp what had happend and that her brother didn't return from his paper route. After his killer was dead though, she fell into a kind of realization and now only wants to make things better, change the past and save him to get the chance to at least tell him how sorry she is for him she treated him.
- Billy always left, though the siblings mostly were cold to eachother, a chocolate bar before Donna's door if they had a fight to say he was sorry. He doesn't know how to say sorry really. Sometimes it annoys Donna but she also appreciates it.
- Billy is a year and a half older than her, and is constantly acting like he is absolutely superior to her because of this ( he is only a few inches taller than her, and in the future Donna would have grown taller than him).
- tho they absolutely act like they despise eachother or don't know eachother, they can grow quite protective of eachother. Of course this grow into fights sometimes.
- Billy has terrible fears of storms and tornados, after he survived a bad storm on one of his routes. (A tree he was driving under was hit by lighting and a branch almost fell on him, but he survived with only a few bruises and a broken toe) Donna then either told him stories or just slept in the same room as him. Neither of them talk about it, but it happens.
- they do have to go through a lot of therapy before they can say to eachother that they love and appreciate each other. (Yet Donna traveled back in time to save him from the Grabber.)
Vance & Griffin
- Griffin used to sit right next to Vance and watch him with Vance's other friend break his Highscores and was having the time of his life while doing so, because oh my god the Vance Hopper is my brother and he lets me watch!
- Vance is a terrible comforter, and Griffin is a emotional kid. Chaos ensues everytime Griffin comes to his big brother crying and he just tries to clam him down. He often just offers to buy him ice cream or go catch bugs with him.
- While Vance likes to fight, while not in any sport, and to play pinball but this irrelevant for this rn, he wouldn't do it in front of Griffin. Not because his brother doesn't like violence nor not to scare him. Griffin just gets way too much of a big mouth and tries acting like Vance, while being build like a stick. ( How easy his back was to break.. like a stick.)
- the two curse a lot around eachother, and Vance tries to talk Griffin out of trying to beat people up. Because he can't, and Vance is terrible at patching himself up. Let alone his little brother!
- their dad isn't around a lot, so Griffin looks up to Vance. He gets a lot of his humor from Vance and his attitude sometimes.
- tho sometimes having different opinions, they two always stick together.
- Griffin loves bananas while Vance despises them like he has personal beef with them.
- as ghosts, while Vance was in the basement, Griffin knew he knew Vance from somewhere. Vance called out to Griff, but Griffin never realized they were brothers. When Vance died, he hugged Griffin so hard and cried harder than ever before, even while dying he didn't cry so hard. He apologized for leaving him alone that day for not walking him to school and anything. Griffin just asks who Vance is.
- normally Vance walks Griffin to school ( on the day of his kidnapping they had a fight.. Vance stayed home while Griffin walked to school. We know how this one ended.)
- Griffin is someone who overhears, through being almost unnoticeable to his peers, everything. Meaning Vance knows exactly what someone said. Because Vance is the one Griffin tells everything.
Bruce & Amy
- don't get always along, kind of rivals in things to impress their parents.
- when they were younger, they had a similar situation as Billy and Donna, but they grew over it. They still have tension but get along way better.
- Amy is more antisocial than Bruce, and unlike him she tells when she doesn't want something.
- Amy loves sweets, while Bruce likes more spicy snacks and less sweet deserts.
- Amy is at every Baseball game of Bruce, and he goes to every soccer game she has.
- After Bruce disapeared, Amy's grades really got low. So low, she had to repeat the year, because she was so distraught by her big brother dissapearing.
- for that reason she didn't like Donna. They were in the same situation and shoes, their big brothers being gone, and Donna acted like.. nothing happened. After Finney disappeared she and Gwen got to be friends, and later she warmed up to Donna too, after realizing that was the way she dealt with the trauma.
- Bruce tells Amy all about his problems and is the only person he is like half out to, and she does so too.
Robin and literally everyone.
- the literal only only child in the friend group.
- he acts like a big brother to the younger siblings (Griffin, Gwen and Donna, sometimes Amy if Bruce brings her along) and like the annoying younger brother to Vance and Bruce and Billy, and to Finney he's his soulmate.
- he one time snuck all of his friends in his uncle's truck to the cinema without him knowing
- he got the best lunches, because either his mom or his uncle make them.
- look at his friends the wrong way and he'll make you pay. Bare you nice, he'll be nice
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astairwaytobooks ¡ 3 years ago
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The Scorpio Races Festival 2022
Week One: SIGN-UP
Reading Challenges: Prologue - Chapter 16
Introduce yourself! Who are you, and what does The Scorpio Races mean to you?
At this point Maggie Stiefvater's books feel like they are a part of me. I first started reading The Wolves of Mercy Falls when I was a teenager, I'm now nearing the end of my twenties and I've reread all books multiple times, but the Scorpio Races probably most of all. Simply because it lends itself so well to be a seasonal, yearly re-read. It feels a bit like I am actually returning to Thisby every year to visit the festival and watch the races. Never mind that technically all events remain the same. The beautiful thing of re-reads is that every time there is something else I see for the first time.
Do you have any favorite scenes or quotes from this section?
My favourite quote from this section is
"There are moments that you'll remember for the rest of your life and there are moments that you think you'll remember for the rest of your life, and it's not often they turn out to be the same moments."
Something Puck thinks when signing up for the races at Gratton's. It is so true how the best (and worst) moments of your life always sneak up on you and take you unawares, while things you think you'll remember perfectly you always forget, anyway the quote says it way better than I can paraphrase it, but you get the point.
What is your initial impression of the characters we’ve met so far?
This year I noticed how Puck and Sean both describe the coat of the Piebald mare differently, just thought it was funny how Sean highlights the white fur on a black background, while Puck highlights the black fur.
All characters in this book have so much personality, even the smaller parts like the bowler hat that Puck calls the Gnome, it is clear that he is a very stubborn person that does not like to lose. I have a fervent hatred for Benjamin Malvern, the callous bastard, but most other characters I would love to meet in real life. Especially Finn, who I always read to be younger than he actually is. Probably because Puck still sees him as her little brother and has not yet caught up to the fact that he too, is growing up (a struggle I am familiar with).
How do you think Sean and Puck’s relationship with Thisby influences the reader’s perception?
I think we can't help but love the island like Sean and Puck do, because every description we get is filled with their respect and love of Thisby. However I do think that I would love the place regardless. Still a bit bumped out it is not an actual place I can visit. Though everytime I am on an island I try to look my hardest for little pieces that remind me of how Thisby is described in the book.
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asunshinepuff ¡ 5 years ago
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That’s Our Coach!
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🏒So some of us on the SW discord were talking about Remus now that the final chapter of SW had come out. And we came up with the headcanon idea that Remus had figured out a way to continue his summer coaching despite now being spoiler alert if you haven’t read it (but why would you be here if you hadn’t? GO READ THE FINAL CHAPTER!!) the newest player of the Gryffindor Lions. Naturally, I got inspired and thus had to write this fic. Honestly this is the longest work I’ve done in a while and I am so excited to finally be posting it.
Course, credit is due. This wasn’t just my idea. Thank you so much to @whataboutmyfries, @im-oknutzy-trash, @bkfstclubmember and @fadedgreenmittens for coming up with the details for this idea! I couldn’t have done this without you four!
Just a heads up, despite being an ice skater and knowing hockey terms, I have never ever written hockey before. So I apologise profusely if something doesn’t seem correct. As always, full credit goes to @lumosinlove for her amazing characters!
Anyways, I hope you enjoy! 🏒
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One Month Ago
Remus stopped at the boards smoothly, letting some of the ice spray as he hopped onto the boards of the bench. “Great practice everyone.” He exclaims with a smile, “Boys can you come over here for a moment?”
Fifteen boys, ranging from ages eight to ten skated quickly over to their coach, sliding into a halting stop - some less graceful than others which causes Remus to chuckle lightly under his breath before addressing the boys.
“Now boys, this is the end of our summer session. The next season is going to be a little different.” He explains calmly, trying to get a handle of his nerves yet excitement for what the Cubs’ reactions will be.
Naturally, this caused a chorus of assumptions all ranging from horribly bad to hilarious. 
“Are you leaving?” One boy, the loudest despite being the youngest exclaimed tearfully, and this caused a collective gasp before a chorus of the same comments. “Don’t leave Coach Remus!” “Yeah! You’re the best!” “Stay with us!” 
“Calm down, calm down. Don’t worry, it’s nothing like that.” Remus repeats a few times before the attention is back on his words, “I’m going to be playing for the Lions.” He finally announces with a smile, “And I’m inviting you guys to the first game at Hogwarts Stadium.”
He watches as his words resonate in each of the kid’s minds as they all collectively gasp, once again, with wide eyes and erupt into cheers. Most likely the smartest decision for him to currently have been seated upon the boards of the bench or else he might’ve been tackled to the ice by the Cubs.
Smiling, he watches as the boys skate off the ice and rush over to their parents, yelling “COACH REMUS IS ON THE LIONS!!!”
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Present-Day
The locker room was buzzing with excitement and it seemed to emanate through every player. Leo and Logan were somewhat geared up already, making some sort of competition out of a play fight by tasing the other’s side with their fingers.
It was interrupted by Finn who came sprinting from his stall and jumped onto Leo, and Logan broke down laughing at the sight. Kasey was on the floor of his stall, in the midst of stretching out his legs in the splits while he was in a three-way conversation with James and Talker.
James sat leaning forward as he was lasing up his skates, and Talker was drumming on the walls of James’ stall as he sat somewhat in the middle of the room. Meanwhile, Olli, Kuny and Nado were also set in a pretty energetic conversation in full gear. Dumo sat watching the boys with Sergei by his side, and finally, Remus and Sirius were the last ones to enter the room to get geared up.
Remus stopped for a moment, staring at the stall that was now his. Lupin #6 was written on the back of the brand new Lions jersey. It felt so surreal, yet, strange. Normally he’d be here early in the morning, setting up all the stalls exactly the way each team member preferred in order to not mess with superstitions. 
But now, here he was. Coming at the same time as the others, with Sirius by his side. He made it. And yes, he loved his job as a PT, and in some ways will miss it - he cannot deny the excitement that fueled the spring in his step. The urge and want to prove himself was here once again. 
He sent Sirius a smile before they part to their stalls. On reflex, he sat at his stall and fell easily back into his old routine for stretches, calf stretches before thigh, and then when he felt ready he began gearing up.
“Mon Loup, are you nervous?” A familiar voice says by his side, as Remus was beginning to lace up his skates. He looks up to see Sirius in just his under armor, as always before games, leaning against his stall and he cannot help but smile in return despite his nerves. 
“A bit more now that we’re actually here. But I’m excited.” He admits. Spotting the paper in his fiance’s hands, his eyes widen ever so slightly. This was really happening, he’s here. He’s on the Lions about to play his first game with his love and family by his side.
It still felt so new yet so right to call Sirius his fiancé, everytime the reminder comes to his mind he has to smile. He was just so happy. “Is that the starting line-up for the game?” 
Sirius nods, giving him a fond smile in return. Most likely assuming what was on his mind before he asked the question. However, there was some mischief, and pride within his eyes, he most likely read the lineup already. “Wanna join me for the read off?” 
“Absolutely.”
The couple makes their way to the center of the locker, in the midst of the chaos, and Sirius lets out a loud whistle before yelling, “Alright! First game of the season! Let’s kick the Habs’ asses tonight yeah?” That caught the attention of the team, as a series of answering shouts of approval, all of which amplified when the team caught sight of Remus in his jersey. 
“Let’s go Loops! Rookie up!” Finn yells, laughing as he rushes forward and gives Remus a high five. 
“Coach gave the line-up for tonight’s game.” Sirius continued over the noise. He looks to Remus with a smile before he turns to the team and starts off the line-up, “Starting tonight, in the cage, we got Kasey Winter!”
Remus leans over at the paper with a grin on his face as he takes Sirius’ hand as he decides to steal the next call, “On the left, we got James Potty-Mouth Potter himself.”
“On the right, we got the fastest on our side - Remus Lupin!”
“Loops on the ice!” Logan calls out, forming a chant followed by James, Talker, Finn, and Leo. Remus couldn’t help but laugh at the antics, this was really happening. In an effort to drown out the series of chants, he takes the next announcement. 
“We got Talker and Olli on defense!”
James, in his excitement, quickly stole the paper from Sirius’ grasp, yelling above his protests, “And of course on center, we’re making the power front line here. We got the man, the myth, the legend - Sirius Black!”
A chorus of cheers rang out for those announced in the lineup, progressively dying down as Coach Arthur came into the locker room, and then it was really business time. The last of the gear and jerseys were finally dawned, laces were laced up, and the team was getting into the right headspace for a game.
Remus stood at the end of the tunnel with Sirius by his side. “Gryffindor!” boomed Frank’s voice, which echoed down the tunnel in addition to the crowd’s loud cheers in response, full of excitement for the Lion’s entrance. “Are you ready?”
Ten... Nine... 
“Re? You okay?” Sirius asks, placing a gentle hand upon his own, that was tightly gripping the pole of his hockey stick. He gasps lightly as he lets his grip slacken, not realizing that his nerves had increased since entering the tunnel.
Eight... Seven... 
“I’m... okay. Just nervous.” Remus replies honestly, trying to give a reassuring smile at the concerned look upon Sirius’ face. Taking Remus’ opposing hand in his own, he runs his thumb comfortingly across the top and squeezes it lightly. “Breathe Remus, you’ll be okay. You’re not alone out there.” He says, as they walk hand in hand down the tunnel. 
Six... Five.....
“Right... Breathe. Just Breathe.” He repeats over and over momentarily, getting himself out of his head. “It’s just the first game.” He sees Sirius nod, out of the corner of his eye.
“You’ll be okay. And you’ll play so well.”
Four... Three... 
The camera crew within the tunnels, displaying the entrance on the jumbo screen within the stadium begin rolling the cameras as the team gets closer. Distracted, Remus gasps as he’s suddenly pulled back from following the team and pulled flush against a familiar chest. 
“What is it?” He asks, looking up at Sirius with a slight tilt of his head in confusion. 
It was strange, Sirius’ eyes were shining bright as he looked back at Remus. Probably trying to gauge how nervous he actually was at the moment he assumes. “Hey, Re?”
“Yeah?”
Sirius glances briefly to the cameras that were now focused on them since they were the last two remaining, before he tilts Remus’ helmet upwards slightly, and kisses him softly. As if they have all the time in the world.
Two... One...
As they pull away, he briefly lets go of Remus’ hand, only to gently place it on his cheek. “I love you. So much.” Sirius comments with a smile.
Remus can’t help but smile in return, leaning into the touch, feeling his nerves wash away as he looks into the eyes of the man he loves. “I love you too.” 
Zero...
“Your Gryffindor Lions!” Frank drew out the words and the lights within the stadium went crazy as the team appeared down the tunnel. The order was the same as usual, Kasey came first, goalie mask propped on top of his head as he skated out onto the ice.
Then Timmy, Finn, Leo, Olli, Logan, Evgeni, Nado, Sergei, Dumo. The only difference was that James came out right before Remus, who was now second to last, and it was his turn.
It was exhilarating, hearing the cheers as Frank called his name and he skated onto the ice, right foot first. It was smooth beneath his blades, bringing him to a sense of calm focus.
There was a sea of red and gold throughout the stadium, in addition to rainbow flags, his nickname was being shouted by multiple fans and as he skated to a section, there was a chorus of a different nickname being yelled which made him laugh. “COACH REMUS!”
Stopping at the glass he waves and pounds on the glass in return to some of the boys close up to the boards. “Hi boys! Enjoy the game!” He yells up, not fully expecting to be heard but nonetheless felt the need to.
When he turns to skate off and find Jules in the stands, Finn skates by, looking at him with wide eyes. “Loops, you have a lot of children?” 
“What?” He responds in confusion, turning back behind him to the team before looking back to Finn. “Oh… No. Finn, that's my cub’s team from summer.” He says, laughing.
“Gotcha. Hey, let them back after the game!” Finn says with a smile before continuing the loop around the rink, while Remus takes off once again, reaching close to the middle of the rink before he goes back to the glass, stopping in front of where his family has a front view.
Smiling, he watches as Julian rushes from his seat to the glass with the biggest smile on his face. Julian had his Lions beanie on as usual but for once, he wasn’t dressed in a Black jersey.
Instead, he wore the Lupin jersey that he had just gotten a few days prior, turning around briefly to show his older brother. The brothers place a hand on the glass on both sides, smiling at the other as they mouth to one another.
I love you Re!! Good Luck!!
Love you too Jules!
With a quick wave up to his parents in the stands, Remus took off once again, passing by his fiancé who was already at center ice with the ref who held the puck and the Habs’ center. Stopping at the boards, he was met by James who smiled at him.
Rolling his eyes, he quickly grabbed the gatorade blue he had put on the bench prior next to two bottles of water, not wanting to mess with his friend’s superstition despite him not needing to be in charge of it anymore. He flips the bottle towards him, earning a grin in response, ���Blue.”
“Always blue.” He replies with a wink before he skates off to his position on the right. Sharing a look with Sirius, he smiles before looking to the Habs’ right winger in front of him. James joined them shortly after, and the six crouched, eyes on the puck. The ref dropped the puck shortly after, and the game began.
The first period went by in a flash. With the Lions being up 1-0. James narrowly managed to score a breakaway up the ice off of a clean pass from Remus and managed to break through the Habs’ goalie. However, the Habs’ defense was strong. The Lions needed to be at the top of their game.
In the midst of the second period, the Habs managed to tie the game 1-1. So, Remus decides to push a little harder. Puck in hand, he races through the defensive line of the Habs and manages to score. With a hat trick.
His hands up in a cheer and laughing to himself, he was suddenly slammed into the boards by Sirius and James, and there was a loud chorus of young shouts yelling “THAT’S OUR COACH!” that made the three players laugh.
In the stands, there was no one more excited than Julian, who was practically jumping up and down as if he was on a sugar high. The nine-year-old wasn’t even playing himself yet he felt adrenaline for his older brother. He was just so happy!
“Yeah Loops! You’re on fire today!” James says on his right, smacking his shoulder playfully as he pulls away, heading off to the Lions goal to give Kasey a high five, then heading off to Olli and Talker.
Sirius stayed behind, having the biggest grin as he watched Remus laugh with glee, kissing his cheek briefly before he speaks. “You got a hat trick!” 
“I did!” 
Remus is freed from the board, however, his laughter and excitement has not diminished in the slightest. Joining James and Sirius back at center, the second period continues. 
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🏒Hey you guys! 
Thank you so much for coming this far. I don’t usually like to put author's notes at the end of my works but this is an exception. And I have to admit, this one-shot took me a lot longer than I initially thought but I adore it so much.
Now, I have a question for you all.
I’m thinking of writing a second part to this (and possibly more than just another in the future), and making Lions Player/Coach Remus a regular au on my blog. What do you guys think? Let me know in the comments, a reblog with your answer or shoot me an ask with what you think!🏒
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achliegh ¡ 4 years ago
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Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.
Characters belong to @lumosinlove
Beta: @the-most-slyterin-hufflepuff & @punkkkboi
TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe
Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):
Chapter 14:
Holiday Playlist
Sold (Dance)
Leo was freezing, shivering in the car with the heated seat under his ass and heat blowing on him. He changed his pants from the ice soaked ones earlier and his ankles were sore from his skates but he was happy. He made a good impression on Logan’s sisters, his mom texted him to let him know the sale went through, and he watched Clay face plant on the ice.
All was well in the world.
He was smiling to himself as he leaned back into the heat of the seat with his arms hugging himself, teeth only chattering a little bit. He is listening to Logan chat with his sisters in the back in fairly fast French-Canadian French, he knows Finn is confused. But Leo is listening to him tap on the steering wheel to whatever song was playing in his head. The radio is off because Leo doesn’t want to overwhelm Finn with too much noise in a small confined place. He would be miserable the rest of the night.
They pull up to Pascal's house and the Trembly siblings are the first out of the vehicle, leaving Leo and Finn in the dust. Finn kisses Leo’s temple after shutting off the car.
“Ready?” Leo smiles and nods, he is honestly a little tired but he’s excited to get a little drunk and just relax with the team plus the team’s families.
Leo grabs onto the handle to push open the door when it is suddenly flung open and he topples out face first first into the ground. Hearing someone gasp from above him he rolls over to his back and blinks a few times.
“I think… I broke my teeth again.” Leo runs his tongue over his two front teeth and feels the chip in his tooth is suddenly much larger, but still less than half his tooth so he doesn’t really care.He has broken his teeth way worse before. Ma will get a kick out of it. “That's fun.”
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Aubry is helping him sit up and is grabbing his still dazed face and looking it over to make sure he’s okay. She looks over to her left and sees Logan looking at her and she can feel the anger rolling off of him. His arms are crossed and his hands are gripping his arms, Sydney takes one look at Logan and steps back a couple of feet.
“Can you let go of my face?” Leo mumbles, causing her to look back at him and smile a little at his squished cheeks. “Also I break my teeth all the time, 90% of my front two teeth are fake so…” He shrugs and smiles at her. She lets go of his face and Finn helps Leo up.
“Again I’m sorry Leo!”
“I feel like I look like Jason Derulo after he tried eating corn off the cob with a power drill.” He laughs at himself as he looks in the side mirror of the car. Rolling his bottom jaw a bit, popping his neck from side to side, then rolling his shoulders. He notices a scrape on his chin and his cheek. “Not gonna lie, I kinda look rugged.”
“Let’s go inside, get you a drink and an ice pack, yeah?” Logan takes his hand and smiles up at him, taking note of his scrapes and his chipped tooth when he smiles back.
“Yes please!” They all make their way inside to find families just chatting on the couches in the living room, people drinking wine and eating little horderves that Celeste and Adele put together. Leo is led to the kitchen where the two chefs were.
“Oh Leo, did you fall on the ice after we left?” Celeste looks at him as she hands him an ice pack wrapped in a paper towel.
“Non, Aubry opened my door with me attached to it and I landed face first on the concrete. Broke my teeth some more but.” He shrugs and his nose scrunches as Logan dabs at his scrapes with a wet paper towel. “Okay! Okay! I’m Okay! OW!” Logan sighs at Leo’s dramatics and goes to throw the paper towel away.
“So you’re the man with the terrible singing.” Adele looks up at Leo from where she is cutting pinwheels. “I wondered if you were ever going to appear.”
“You don’t like my singing?” Leo smiles at her and she smiles back. “Wait, when have you heard my singing?” He absentmindedly starts helping her put pickles on sticks. He remembers catching a glance of her the first time he visited Pascals’ but he doesn’t remember singing when she was around.
“When Logan was really sad after Louisiana, he would only fall asleep to these videos of you singing in front of a fire pit. It was really annoying for a while.” Leo is silent for a moment, Adele looks up at him and notices how he is trying to keep his face blank but the frown lines are still ghosting. “He is better than ever now that you are with him and Finn though, he blabs about you two all the time.” That makes him smile a bit.
“No! Alex! Let go!” Leo and Adele turn around to see an older version of Finn keeping Logan in a headlock. Leo hides his smile by sucking in his lips and holding them between his teeth. “Ah!” Logan is suddenly on the ground with Alex laughing from above him, asshole kicked his feet out from under him. Glaring Logan takes his hand and gets helped up. “Jerk.”
“Hey! You can’t be mean to me or I’ll tell Finn.”
“He would be on my side!”
“He would laugh at you and give me a high five and you know it.” Logan thinks for a moment and then signs knowing Alex is right.
“Why do my boyfriend's siblings bully me?”
“Because we are family, shortstack.” Alex gets punched in the stomach for that nickname everytime. Yet he still calls Logan that any time he gets the chance. After a moment of catching his breath, Alex looks up to see Logan’s face buried into another man’s chest. He was tall and had a couple scrapes on his face but he looked young. Maybe in his early twenties. His hair was barely sticking out from under his.. Cowboy hat… he was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt… with cowboy boots. Who was this guy!? Does Finn know about him and Logan?
“Leooooo, I got some people I want you to meeeet!” Finn walks into the kitchen with his mother and Father trailing behind and bumps into Alex who is just staring at Leo like he's a ghost. “I promise he doesn’t always dress like that.” Taking a few steps towards his boys he gives Adele a fist bump and then leans his head on Leo’s shoulder. “Mom, Dad, this is Leo. The cowboy I have been talking about for…. A good year now. He is Logan and I’s boyfriend.” He smiles.
Leo feels his heart pick up a bit as the nerves of meeting parents that have authority makes him feel like he shouldn’t be there. He shakes the fathers hand after Logan goes to help Adele take out more tiny foods. He goes to shake Finn’s mother’s hand but is pulled into an aggressively tight hug that reminds him of his Mama’s hugs. He smiles and hugs her back. Already starting to feel at ease.
“I’m Alex.” Alex pats Leo on the shoulder.
“Leo, Finn talks a lot about you. He has your pictures up all around the apartment. I was convinced you two were twins for a while.” Leo smiles and continues to relax as Alex bursts out laughing.
“I’m not surprised, when we were younger people swore we were twins, and I think Finn would let people believe it when he was in elementary.” Alex ruffles Finn’s hair.
“So, Finn tells us you’re a Professional Bullrider. Correct?” Finn's dad looks to have the exact same face as his boys, same eyes as well. But he is much more tan and doesn’t have a single freckle that Leo can see, his hair is dark brown and curly, his eyebrows were so thick that Eliose would have the time of her life shaping them, his nose is also quite large and protrudes from his face with a little crook in the bridge making him subtly look like a bird.
“Yes, I do ride professionally. I actually leave in a couple of months to go travel the country to do it all again. My best friend Clayton ropes calves as well and my Mother was crowned Miss Rodeo when she was younger. So, it’s interesting when Finn tries to talk about rodeo stuff with us and he just has no idea. He’s getting better though.”
“I always had a dream of riding bulls or just being a cowboy in general but I’m from upstate New York! Not many cowboys there.” He laughs in the loud way most older fathers do and pats him on the shoulder just like Alex did. His smile was large and inviting, it reminded him of Finn.
“Country is Country wide, Sir. I have rode with people from New Hampshire and Massechusets. If you want I could teach you some things! I do train children in the two weeks before I leave to compete.”
“Don’t give him any ideas, he may be young at heart but his body is becoming old and crepid.” Finn’s parents share a kiss and it gives Leo’s heart a small painful yank. He can’t help but wonder if his parents would look that happy if his dad was still alive. He takes a sip of the Jack and Coke that Finn made him and swallows it along with his own self pity.
Now is not the time to mope.
He chats with Finn’s family some more until the doorbell rings. That would be his mother.
“Hello, who are you?” Pascal is looking directly into the sharp blue eyes of a woman who is either the same height as him… or taller. SHe is holding two milk crates, both filled with jars full of clear liquid. Odd. She is dressed in a tight red long sleeve shirt with a pair of dark wash jeans that flare at the bottom with matching red boots poking out from the jeans. Something flashes light into his eye and he notices the giant buckle on her belt.
“Oh excuse my manners! I’m Eloise Knut! My son Leo should be behaving here. This is Pascal’s house, yes?” She smiles and her teeth are so blindingly bright that Pascal has to look away.
“Oh yes of course come in.” He opens the door all the way and she struts in. Clayton was the first person to run up to her, Marc is on his back laughing loudly as they were just pretending Clay was a horse.
“Ma! It’s about time you show up! I’ll take this.” Clay has Marc hop off his back and takes the crates from Eloise, walking away lifting them over all the peoples heads who are sitting down or children.
“Ma! I want you to meet my brother. Sirius, this is Eloise. Eloise, this is Sirius.” Reg is looking between them with this excited glint in his eye, his two favorite adult figures in his life are meeting.
“Ravi de vous rencontrer.” Sirius shakes her hand and kisses her hand. Eloise smiles and pats his cheek.
“Si gentil de ta part.” Sirius smiles, cheeks turning a bit pink as she pinches them a bit. “You are just adorable! You and your brother have the most beautiful hair. I would love to just sit down and play with it all day.”
“Mama, stop hitting on Reg’s brother. Hit on his boyfriend instead.” Remus laughs from his spot next to Leo as they walk up with plates piled high with food. Leo’s vegetarian, Remus’ not. “I mean look at him, he is exactly your type! Short brownish hair, giant brown eyes, probably a bottom- Hey!” Remus swats at his plate of food to try and knock it over, making Leo barely have time to balance it out again.
“Leo, you’re gay. I thought you would have been better at seeing who is top, bottom, or a switch in relationships. It’s pretty obvious if you ask me.” Eloise smiles at Remus. “Since you have your hands full I will just give you a wave, Deary.” She waves at him. “I’m Eloise, Leo’s mother. I hope you haven’t heard anything bad about me, Leo likes to tell stories of when I was younger.”
“I can’t help it Mama, you were just so interesting!” Leo speaks with his mouth full and Reg, Remus and Elosie all give him a look.
“Don’t speak with your mouth full!” They all manage to say at the same time, catching Leo off guard. He laughs and swallows the food in his mouth.
“There are so many mothers around me. I’m going to see who Clay has rounded up to try the shine.” He stands up and leaves his plate on the little table in the middle of them, Reg grabs a few pieces of his food and eats them as he listens to Sirius and Remus talk about how they will be celebrating the holidays.
“I’ll go with you, I should probably meet the rest of the boys.” Eloise follows him into the kitchen to find Clay behind the kitchen island with two jars of moonshine in front of him, explaining to the team what it is. Leo walks over beside him and takes the lid off one and smells it.
“I think this one is watermelon.”
“Thanks for interrupting me. Anyway, moonshine is technically illegal because… honestly I don’t remember but we have been drinking it since we were like 13 I think.” Eloise walks up behind the two, reaching over them to grab the other jar, Clay and Leo move out of the way to let her in the middle.
“You two make me look like a terrible person, you know that? Letting my child drink moonshine at 13. I could get arrested.” She is examining the jar as the boys back track their statements about drinking so young even when they are still under the drinking age. She has a little half smile on her face when she looks through the clear liquid straight into a set of eyes that are staring right back.
Dark hazel eyes surrounded by the longest eyelashes she has ever seen. Dark smooth skin wrinkling around the eyes as this person smiles. Her mouth was very dry all the sudden, her stomach had a pit in it as well.
“Leo why don’t you let me have that, Y’all can keep all the rest.” She puts the jar she is holding down and takes the open one from Leo who was about to take a sip. She leaves the kitchen without another word. Clay and Leo share a confused look as they watch her leave.
Timmy follows a few minutes later.
The music played in the house after all these kids left to go spend the night at other houses, leaving the Dumias house open for adult activities like swearing. Leo, Reg and Clay had all moved the furniture around, with permission from Dumo and Celeste. There was just enough room for people to dance.
No one was really drunk persay but a couple swings of moonshine definitely got people tipsy. Elosie was talking with Ollie, Andrew, and Timmy. Who leo was keeping an extra close eye on, because he just felt like he should. He knows a lot of people find his mother attractive, that's why Eloise always wore her ring, to get people to back off, but she was almost… flirting back with Timmy.
It made Leo feel weird. Clay too.
Leo was staring at Eloise and Timmy when Sold (Grundy County Auction) came on over the bluetooth. He hears a gasp from behind him and sees Remus trying to get Sirius to dance with him.
“Re, I don’t know the dance.”
“It’s easy I promise!” Sirius gives his boyfriend a look and Remus sighs, giving up on trying to yank Sirius up off his chair . Leo walks over because he would also like to dance but his mom is flirting, Reg gets dizzy, his boys don’t know the dance, and Clay is laying across Thomas and Noelle on the couch a bit too drunk to really do anything but smile at them and twist Noelles hair around his finger.
“I know it, and all my dance partners are busy if you’d like to dance.” He smiles and nods his head when Sirius mouths ‘thank you’ in his direction. Remus hesitates for a moment.
“I only know how to follow really.”
“And you wanted me to dance!” Sirius tsks sarcastically and shakes his head leaning back in his chair so the two front legs were off the ground. Making sure there was something soft behind him, Re puts his foot under one of the chair legs and lifts up so Sirius falls backwards onto the pile of blankets that were thrown off the couch. “Re!”
“Well, I only know how to lead so that works out perfectly.” Leo takes Remus’ hand and leads him towards the group of dancing people on the wood floor of the living room. “Think there is enough space?”
“I think so, here.” Remus grabs his hands and they swing in a circle so people give them room. Leo just about trips over his own feet. Remus catches him while laughing, putting a hand on Leo’s shoulder and holding his other while Leo rests his free hand on Remus’ waist.
Spinning each other they are lost in the dance, not noticing the two or three people filming them. Sirius is just watching Remus move so smoothly, without a care in the world. His hair was long enough it swished with him, his laugh was loud and sweet. He didn't know how he didn’t get dizzy from dancing.
Finn was also watching them dance, as well as Logan. Finn was just enjoying his friend and Boyfriend dancing, Logan was too but a bit more… possessive. They all trust one another but Logan can’t help the little voice in the back of his head telling him to make sure Re knows Leo is theirs.
They finish the dance and just straight up sit on the floor to catch their breath, laughing a bit as people return to the dance floor. Eloise walks over to them and holds out a hand to each to help them up.
“Last Song! I want to go to bed!” Dumo announces as he turns the music down for a moment, he turns it back up before people can complain. Celeste was starting to put food away in to go containers and in tupperware to go in the fridge. Dumo walks over to help her but gets distracted when he hears someone drop a glass. He sighs and goes to help them, James, clean up.
“I am going to stay and help Celeste tonight and tomorrow morning. I will see you at the apartment and then we can go out for lunch.” Eloise smiles as Leo nods and lets her kiss his cheek. Leo and Remus make their way back over to their lovers.
“You were amazing!” Sirius hugs Remus, lifting him off the ground and smooching all over his slightly red face. “Where did you learn to dance like that?”
“My dad and mom used to go to swing classes when I was younger and my dad would always secretly practice with me so he could wow my mom.” He smiles, pushing Sirius’ hair out of his face and sighing happily. “Let’s go home, I’m tired.” Sirius and Reg follow Re out of the house a few minutes later, waving goodbye to the team.
The drive home in the uber was interesting, Leo and Logan were both sliding their hands up Finn’s thighs making his tispy brain only think about one thing. He watched those two whisper to each other before they left the house, Finn didn’t pay much attention, busy watching for the uber to pull up.
Once they enter the house Finn finds himself pinned against the door as soon as it is closed, Leo is kissing and nipping at his neck while Logan is reaching his hands under Finn’s shirt as he kisses him with maybe too much tongue. Finn lets himself be dragged into the feeling of their hands and lips on him.
“Tonight is all about you, sweetheart.” Leo whispers in his ear, Logan pulls away and tugs on Finn’s shirt towards the bedroom. Leo pats his butt to get him moving and follows the other two, stripping off his many layers and stretching his jaw a bit from his fall earlier.
“Hi, how are you?” Finn is pulled on top of Logan who has lost his clothes sometime in between the door of the room and the bed. He was beautiful; basically glowing from the yellow light of the lamp near the bed. Shadows and light contrasting on his tan skin make him look like a work of art. He can’t help but run his fingertips lightly over Logan’s chest and stomach. Smiling as the muscles move under his fingers, he feels a hand on his hand and two hands cupping his face making him look back up at Logan.
“I love you.” Logan pulls him down for a kiss as Finn feels Leo’s rough hands slide his shirt up, he pulls away just long enough to take his shirt off and then dives right back in for more kisses. Logan is very addictive, he lets Finn take over the kiss when he wants and other times he will take over the kiss just to annoy Finn into fucking him. Logan is giggling slightly as they kiss just because all this happiness is bubbling in his chest.
“I love you too, Lo.” He mumbles on Logan’s lips, feeling the bed dip behind him, Finn pulls away from Logan. Only after he is pulled into one last heated kiss that he can barely pull away from. Sitting up on his knees he turns his head to the side and has his lips met with another set of lips he loves.
Leo is almost always soft, besides his calloused hands, his skin is just perfect and makes Finn want to touch him always. He lightly nips at Leo’s lips, drawing a smile from the younger man. They pull away after a moment and Leo wraps his arms fully around Finn’s bare waist, resting his chin on Finn’s shoulder, humming a bit.
“I want to eat you out, is that okay? I mean your ass is so pale it looks like two marshmallows.” Logan snorts at Leo’s comment and flexes his legs from where they are resting on either side of Finn’s thighs, squishing Finn between them. Finn thinks about it for a moment, running his hand up and down Logan’s calf while Leo's hands run all over his torso.
“I don't know. Are you sure you want to? I mean, I just don’t want to find out I’m dirty or something… I also like never shave so… I don’t know.” He absent mindedly twirls a couple of Logan’s leg hairs together between his forefinger and thumb. Trying to ignore the feeling of an embarrassed blush that is creeping from his ears to his chest.
“Finn, you have eaten both of us out. Did you ever care if we were perfectly smooth or whatever else you are worried about?” Logan sits up, Looking him in the eyes. “We want to make you feel good, but if you don’t want to, that's okay too.” After a couple minutes of the three of them just existing together on the bed Finn starts nodding his head.
“Yeah, I want to try it. I think maybe once I get past feeling all jittery I will like it.” He kisses Leo and smiles at Logan. “I want to feel good like how I make you two feel.” He pushes Logan back onto his back and leans over him.
Leo helps Finn out of his shorts and, “Are these… my boxers?” Laughing as Finn nods, Leo also helps him slide off his boxers with fish on them. “You know Fish is a good nickname for you.” Leo starts kissing down his back.
“You named a fish after us and now you are naming me after a fish?” Finn starts to snicker but is cut off by the feeling of Leo licking over his entrance. His brows pinches together, his eyes close and he feels himself turn bright red.
“Hey” Logan kisses his cheek and nudges his cheek a bit with his nose, “Kiss me.” Finn doesn’t waste a second moving to have one hand holding him up by Logan's head and the other is gripping the back of his head with his fingers threaded into the long hair on Logan's neck. “Leo, you’re making him so red.” Logan mumbles on Finn’s lips.
Finn is losing himself in the feeling of Leo slowly opening himself up with his tongue, he knew this made his boys feel good but he didn’t expect it to make his legs shake. He has lost the ability to kiss Logan back because he is breathing so hard, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Every once in a while Finn feels Logan twitch and move under him.
Leo starts using his fingers alongside his tongue, Finn can’t help but rotate his hips in circles as the pleasure keeps flowing through his body. He feels like a soda bottle that hasn’t been opened, but has been shook. Everything was bubbling up and he felt like he was about to explode.
Leo pulls away when he feels Finn is ready. Looking at his boys, they both look blissed out. Leo notices one of Logan’s hands isn’t in sight, Finn is a complete mess. His hair is wild, his face is red, he is panting and looking more out of it than Leo has ever seen him.
“What do you want next?” Leo kisses up his back, nuzzling into the back of his neck and breathing in the smell that is strictly Finn.
“Leo, fuck me.”
“Yeah?”
“Can I get fucked too?” Logan is staring into Leo’s eyes with his pupils basically taking over his green eyes. Leo nods and leans over Finn’s shoulder to give Logan a quick kiss. Sitting back up, Finn follows his lead and sits up a few moments later. He gets handed the lube from where it is sitting next to Logan and covers his fingers. Logan grabs his hand and shakes his head.
“I already did it.” He smiles shyly at Finn who just blinks a few times.
“Loooogannnn! You know that’s like my favorite part!” Finn is pouting as he uses the lube on his hand to cover his cock. He is still mumbling his complaints as he starts to press in. He is already feeling everything more than normal, so his jaw goes slack and he pauses halfway. “Fucking Christ.” He leans down and presses his forehead to Logan’s as he pushes the rest of the way in. Their heavy breathing syncs up until Finn starts to pull out and push back in, just barely moving.
Leo is watching the whole thing, giving himself a few strokes to ease some pressure. He whispers the question to Finn who slows his thrusts to a stop. Leo slowly starts to press in and feels Finn suddenly tense up, Leo pauses and Finn lets out a noise that he knows like the back of his hand.
Finn just came. Logan moans loudly at the feeling of Finn cuming in him.
“Fuck! Finn~” Leo sees Logans hands grip Finn’s bareback digging his nails in.
“Leo- Please keep going.” Leo takes a deep breath to calm himself from just going to town on Finn. He pulls out and groans as Finn clenches around him. He presses his forehead to Finn’s sweaty back and listens to his plea to go deeper.
“Leo!” Logan calls out to him as his eyes start to roll back and his back arches, following Finn’s example from earlier and cumming between the two of them. Leo continues to fuck them as they moan his name, each others names, and grip one another as if they would lose them if they didn’t.
After finding the perfect rhythm, they all fall into a void of pleasure. Their bodies moving on their own, their voices becoming hoarse from moaning, lips raw from stolen kisses. Everything was perfectly balanced.
Logan suddenly breaks the atmosphere by falling off the edge again. He jerks himself through his orgasm and loses his voice as his vocal cords become taunt. Once the fog in his head dissipates he looks up at his boys.
“Can I watch you two?” The raspiness of his own voice catches him off guard, he clears his throat before Leo pulls out of Finn and Finn pulls out of Logan. Leo is holding Finn up as he has slumped back into Leo’s chest. They rearrange, Logan is laying on his side next to Finn who is lying on his back. Leo is between Finn’s legs and moves them so one is wrapped around his hip and the other is out to the side. With Logan wanting to still do something, he holds the leg that is out to the side and sits up to watch as Leo pushes back into Finn. His eyes wanted to watch where they met and Finn’s face at the same time.
Logan knows that Leo’s eyes when he is fucking is one of the most intense things he has ever seen, Finn tries to look Leo in the eyes but ends up turning his head to meet Logan’s.
Logan's eyes are soft and blown out, beautiful green, calming yet wild. Logan is just a walking oxymoron. He was everything. Finn looks back at Leo who is watching them look at each other. He hits Finn’s prostate just right and Finn cums again as he cups Leo’s face and stares into his eyes.
Leo swallows as he starts to slow down. Finn is still looking into his eyes, Leo kisses him passionately. Teeth and tongue are the main part of the kiss. Finn wraps his arms around Leo’s neck and his legs around his waist, pulling Leo in deeper to him. Leo gets the hint and keeps fucking him.
Finn holds on for dear life as he is fucked into the mattress. He is sensitive from earlier so it doesn’t take long to get him over the edge again. Leo is just about to cum when he pulls out as Finn’s limbs flop to the sides of him, hitting Logan on accident, Leo pulls out. Remembering that Finn doesn’t like the feeling of cum in him. So he jerks himself a few times before he cums all over Finn’s chest and stomach. Mixing with his own mess.
Logan being the impatient boy he is… Fully shoves Leo out of the way, placing two hands on his chest and shoving Leo out of the way. Not meaning to fully knock him off the bed but he does. Logan is between Finn’s legs and licks up his stomach and chest, right through the mess. Taking Finn by surprise he shoves his tongue down his throat.
Leo stands up, watching them making out with the mess and feeling himself start to get turned on again. They pull away and look at him, the softest and sleepiest smiles on their faces.
He loves them.
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spookypotato ¡ 5 years ago
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My second 1DxC2C is here, yay!
Thank you to @asnowpuff, @peggyrose19 and @ninak803 for motivating me💕
The song I used is happily by One Direction.
The ship I used is O'knutzy by the wonderful @lumosinlove! Thank you for the boys.
Happily
You don't understand, you don't understand
What you do to me when you hold his hand
Everything was too much. It was loud and the lights were coming from everywhere, flashing in all the colours of the rainbow. But Logan's eyes were fixed on one thing and his mind shut out everything else.
There he was, his best friend, Finn O'Hara, shamelessly flirting with some girl he just met. Some random girl in black skinny jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt with some kind of quote. Probably something like "But first coffee." Or "C'est la vie.". Just some quote that's good the first time and then it's everywhere.
Just like her hands. She was touching Finn. All the time. Whenever he said anything, she reached over to him. Couldn't keep her damn hands on her side for one second.
They laughed, together. Finn probably said something funny. He was always the one cheering Logan up on a bad day. Why he told it to her, was another question.
Finn was probably just being polite, now that Logan thought about it. He knew his best friend. There was no way he actually like her. But Finn was always too kind for his own good. He was probably uncomfortable. Maybe he should go over there and save his friend. That would probably be for the best.
Then he saw Finn reaching out. Taking her drink. Holding her hand, around her drink. And not moving away. Off course, Finn, always the gentleman would bring her a new drink, as hers was empty, but holding hands?!  That wasn't necessary to be friendly. Finn's hand still lingered on the smaller one around the cup. Maybe he was cheering her up? Maybe he saw, she was all alone, all evening and he just wanted her to feel better, by pretending to be interested.
Or maybe, he actually liked her.
We were meant to be but a twist of fate
Made it so you had to walk away
Off course, that was how it had to go. Finn had been gone for months. Logan was still about to cry, every time he passed his old room.
He could see the new posters, of their new teammate. Brody. Yes, he was friendly and put away the stuff he used. He was an almost perfect roommate. The problem was, he wasnt Finn.
He didnt have those red curls, that got all messed up in the morning and when he got drunk. Like they had been the night of their first - yeah. He didnt have freckles, that built star constellations in themselves. That were supposed to be traced and kissed and -.
No, that boy Logan longed for wasnt there with him anymore. No more distractions, no more pretending, no more hiding his feelings.
No more lingering glances, no more soft brown eyes, no more electric touches.
No more Finn.
'Cause we're on fire
We are on fire
But now he was with him again. Talking, joking, playing. They were on the same line. Off course, they were. Logan knew every detail about each one of Finn's plays. Finn knew every little suspicion and comfort Logan had. They knew each other better than they knew themselves. They just- worked together.
They didnt count their own goals. They scored together. Passing the puck multiple times until one of them had the best chance of scoring. They achieved multiple hat-tricks together, one from Finn and two from Logan. And even if Finn scored three, it was theirs. Because Logan helped. Logan was like his second self.
Logan was his other half.
I don't care what people say when we're together
"I want you, Lo'! I know you do, too. Admit it to yourself. You owe it to youself.", Finn shot at him and then added not much above a whisper, "You owe it to me."
"We can't, Finn. You know we can't. You dont want to risk it. You couldnt live with the whole crowd chanting slurs at you, everytime they see you. I couldnt live with them shouting at you.", Logan cried, tears forming in his eyes and threatening to fall.
"I don't care what theyll say!", Finn shouted. He couldnt hold it back anymore. He had enough of hiding. He wasnt wrong for wanting what he wanted.
You know I wanna be the one to hold you when you sleep
He remembered the morning he left for Gryffindor.
Finn woke up, blinking slowly until his eyes adjusted to the light, from the morning sun. It tickled his feet and hands and neck and shoulder- and that wasnt the sun.
Next to him, Finn had completely forgotten in his half asleep state, was Logan. His head on Finns shoulder, eyelashes on his neck. Tickling him.
Their legs were tangled and Finns hand was on Logans back. He could feel his heartbeat. It sounded a lot slower than Finns now quick one. Logans back was warm. Logan was warm. Finn could feel each place they were touching, like it was burning his skin. It was a good pain for the moment.
For the first time, all the excitement about being able to play for the lions- world famous gryffindor lions, his dream- vanished, rigt now, he just wanted to stay. Stay curled up around, this beautiful boy, lying next to him. He would give up his spot on the team, if there was anyway that would make them work out.
But there wasnt. Logan wasnt talking about things that happend, so why would he talk about things that could?
So Finn just burried his nose in Logans hair for the time being and hoped his feelings would fade. Tomorrow. Not today. He would let himself enjoy the closeness for now. He wouldn't ever get this chance again.
It's four a.m. and I know that you're with him
I wonder if he knows that I touched your skin
And if he feels my traces in your hair
Sorry, love, but I don't really care
Logan was staring at the ceiling. Or the floor?
He was lying on his bed, in Dumos basement. They had just won the badgers game. Yet, he didnt feel like celebrating.
He had left right after dinner, which was as perfect as always. Logan hadnt said more than what had been necessary and he had felt celeste worried glances, but she hadnt questioned it. He was glad about it.
The problem wasnt the win. Or how he played or that someone got hurt. No. I was the moment after the timer had ran out. He had been skating over to Finn, like he always did, bumping the helmets together and celebrating their win.
The problem were blond curls on Finns shoulder, as Leo had come up behind the red head and had hugged him. His hand was on Finns chest. Probably feeling his heartbeat. Finn warm all along his back, not only with adrenaline, but the pressure of another body close to him.
The problem was that, Logan wanted to rip Leo's hand away from Finns heart. Wanted to push him away and take his place, feeling Finns warmth in his arms.
The bigger problem was though, that he also wanted to push away Finn and take his place. Feeling Leo's arms surround him and his head a gentle weight on his shoulder.
And then there was that small part that didnt mind. That small part that wanted them to stay exactly how they were. Leo wrapped around Finn, smiling at him and looking all in all just happy. Holding his hand over Finns heart, a place Logan had had his own hand, thinking about if Finn felt the connection. If Leo felt the connection.
Logan hoped they did.
I just want it to be you and I forever
I know you wanna leave
So c'mon baby be with me
So happily
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rataltouille ¡ 5 years ago
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BONFIRE, BONFIRE!: A COLLECTION OF FLASH FICTION + POETRY
so i’ve decided to compile all twenty [these will be split into two so that the post isn’t super long] of the writing pieces i’ve done for my random celebration into one post so that it’s easier to read / access share!! you can also find it here, all put into one work, on wattpad, because i feel nostalgic about that website and decided to just post it!!
NOTE: i know that this shouldn't need to be said, but these 20 pieces belong to me so please don’t copy/repurpose it for your writing!! i plan on using these somewhere in my own writing and either way they’re stuff i’ve written so don’t use them!!
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1. cooking + destructive + purple from @andiwriteunderthemoon [also i kind of cheated with this prompt and asked my sis @dreamscanbenightmarestoo for ideas and so the base idea’s from her!!]
I didn’t mean to set my house on fire, alright?
Let me set the scene: I’m sitting in my room, watching the infomercials that blur together, and suddenly there’s a bright purple flash on the glitching screen: /grapes/. They’re shiny, plump, and oh? A recipe for fine wine? Don’t mind if I do. So I pop into my kitchen and cut the grapes, dice them up, finally using the knife after years of not cooking— /mother, are you proud of me now?/— and stick the soft, luminescent fluid into a glass bottle. Following each step of the recipe.
The recipe didn’t mention an explosion.
Destruction rained around my house like a meteor shower. The bubbles from the fluid, frisking up at contact with metal, swam across my shoes and into the living room. It touched the TV, which still flashed the recipe, which I was still cursing at. And then, you know, it burnt up. The couch scorched first, I think. So that was fun. I later realised that I’d used my reserve of petroleum, which I’d put in my kitchen cabinet, instead of vinegar. I think I’ve got to move back in with my mother again.
2. running + quiet + sky blue from @kryskakikomi [i have no idea what this is i drafted this in a fever dream state]
Summer crawled up his skin like a worm. He was seated at his dining table, crosswording his way through the sticky morning, when it struck him that the humidity was new. He’d been caught in summer before, of course, but this year was different. His parents had whisked away to their hometown, and he still didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to go. He loved their home— he could have been running on beach sand and waves could have cruised over his feet, and his face would reflect sky blue under palm trees. Instead he sat doodling and scratching at cement walls in a quiet that nagged at his ears, grappling his flesh like a fishing hook, reeling him in. Boredom, him sister told him, before she also left for someone’s home. What would you know? he whispered once the door latched from the outside. Maybe /she’d/ like to sit on the same wooden chair, all the pink paint worn out, and scratch out squares of empty text until the pen poked through the other hand. He scoffed. At least he knew the number of scars on the wood; he could hold that over her when his parents returned.
3. hallucinate + hazy + violet from @chloeswords [i wanted to write something dreamy and ethereal but everytime i look at your url i’m reminded of church mud and indirectly my religious trauma so here we are 🤡]
We hold the book in our arms and chant for God. We don’t know what he looks like. They say that he’s sharp, never pixelating or blurring or showing through, like a hazy image would. No, children, our family says, he will come clothed in gold and velvet— the colour a deep and rich crimson, or chartreuse. And of course, he weaves a violet into his hair. Because he is just that humble. Just that gentle. Loving.
We’ve almost understood now. Pray, clasp our palms together into a transient equinox, and pray. Maybe he will shine down on us. Maybe we will speak so loud and chant so long that our lips will chap. Maybe we’ll simply hallucinate him to salve our bones. Our family says, he will bless you. And so he will.
4. halcyon + pluviophile + beige from anon [i was yearning for cats i am a cat person i love cats]
I remember my life before I moved to London,
Those halcyon days that I spent scooping up cat litter and brushing warm fur,
Being a mother to beige and white and black little felines.
They keep better company than humans.
Now I’m a self-proclaimed businesswoman, artist, influencer, pluviophile,
Even when I’ve barely stepped foot outside during the rain,
[But it needs to be said that when it rains in London, it pours].
I think I’d like to open a cat cafe;
I’m rich enough to pull it off.
5. sing + vulnerable + olive green from @occiidens [this was actually super fun to write because it’s a break from the typically unhinged stories i gravitate towards]
You watch from the highest hill of your town, hand wrapped around the serrated wood of a red oak tree. The bark pokes into your flesh, drawing blood that shouldn’t have been taken from you. You scowl. Just another thing that lives to cause you pain.
Three storeys down is a young man, short and smiling and lovely. He has dark skin and darker hair, walking with the stride of a deer, and he’s smiling; the joy reflects onto your face, even though you can’t hear him. He wears a cotton shirt, the olive green stark against the fire-blue sky. You call out, sing his name, three times in a row.
When he finally looks up, squinting as you silhouette under the sun, the smile widens. A wave. You’re suddenly overcome with embarrassment. Your palm digs into the bark until the wound is freshly dug again, the skin supple and vulnerable. You want to wave, but your hands would look so awkward, and the blood wouldn't help. So you turn on your heel and run— why are you so awkward?— and the grass around you is brighter. This is now a tomorrow issue, you conclude. You’re still smiling.
6. dislocate + ostentatious + blood red from @oasis-of-you [this got really unhinged really fast. TW: body horror]
If you take a turn at Finn Avenue,
Rogue your way down a blood red river,
[It’s not actual blood, do not worry. The colour’s a pigment and it’s saturated enough to give you the texture, the touch, the taste of blood, but I repeat, it isn’t true blood. You might think that it’s ostentatious of us to make you cross a river like that, but you’ll understand why.]
And if can stick your fingers inside the fluid,
You’ll find a bone.
Don’t pull it out fully! Only observe.
[This is a real bone, most likely animal. We may be ominous, but we don’t hurt humans. Not yet.]
So what do you do now? You want passage into a better world.
You came here because you saw the brochure, the flyer,
Radiant Idyll, home for love, but you also saw the jutting anatomy that leads to the city. The pictures were rather clear.
Why do you look so surprised? We’ve put this on the brochure— don’t you ever read the fine print?— to avoid this exact situation. That you would cross a body, a skeleton, pooled over in a fluid that we don’t name, but it’s probably alive.
It’s watching you right now.
So what do you do now?
Hurry up, unhinge your arm, dislocate the elbow, drop it into the blood, forgive me, false blood, and pay for your passage.
Oh! Excellent; that’s record time. We do hope you enjoy your stay!
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1. @noteaboy [i’ve interpreted your url as ”note, a boy”]
There’s an orange tree. It’s spring, and there’s an orange tree, and it brims with fruit and citrus perfume. Point your lens flare downwards, and note, a boy. A young man, perhaps, because he combs his hair, uptight and firm, and he wears a tie. A long suit. He doesn’t look up, because his hand holds a book. /He/ holds the book, not the hands— tenderness doesn’t translate through anatomy, I’ve taught you this before. He’s waiting for someone. There’s only the rustle of leaves. He drops the book onto the lap of the tree, crushing the apple that had fallen down. Orange, not apple. Take note better. You only have one chance to get this right.
2. @eatingjupiter [your url is so beautiful omg]
The goddess had said this before she died: you need to watch over him. He needs your sentry to survive. The goddess’ words weren’t heeded. Little baby Jupiter tottered on lava as him parents small-talked with their kingdom. Well, it must have been small talk, because nothing seemed to happen afterwards other than his mother’s face collapsing in agony, anger, annoyance. He knew not to touch them then. He’d fly off into the sun one day, but if his hands were but and charred, he wouldn’t survive even a third of the journey.
The prophecy was simple: the firstborn to the kingdom will metamorph into a celestial, purify themselves so that only stardust remains. Live in the sky forever. The astrologers were baffled; you don’t just become a star. They should have heeded the goddess.
Jupiter was sixteen when he expanded and collapsed all at once. He still lives, they say, and the astrologers /were/ right, in a way: people just don’t become stars. They become almost empty space. Nobody knows if his hands were burnt when they left earth’s orbit forever.
3. @laughtracksonata [your name gave me slight horror vibes idk why!!]
Hahaha. The Horror Movie (don’t ask me for a name, I’m not good with those), with its cymbal crashing and plastic sounds, it’s so loud and scary that it hurts, father. Please turn it off.
Father doesn't listen. I shiver on the couch. The screen flickers like radio static and reflects off our wide eyes. What kind of a home is this anyway? I don’t want to fucking listen to a laugh track or a horror VHS tape or watch the bass crescendo as the serial killer jumpscares the watcher. I don’t think that having hour pupils glued to the same blood-splattered movie, with the same recording looping in his eardrums will help him. He laughs along, sometimes. It’s scary. Father needs a new hobby.
PART TWO COMING SOON!!
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dizzydancingdreamer ¡ 4 years ago
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Alright I’m feeling a tad violent so lets do this--
I am SO mad that there are people who love Damon but can’t find it in themselves to give even an inkling of that love to Kol— I am all about the freedom to choose the characters you love and the characters you don’t but, like, this isn’t even about love at this point it’s about respect?? 
When I say ‘love a character’, I mean giving them respect
The vast amount of respect this fandom gives Damon and the vast lack given to Kol is astronomically uneven— The double standards are absolutely WILD 
And I’ve ranted so many times about not adding hate to a fandom so that’s not what this post is going to be— I will not add any fuel to the Damon fire because although he is problematic so are so many other characters that I love— but I will be pointing out a few things about Kol that make me violently angry 
First off I want to talk about the similar anger between Damon and Kol
They’re both in situations where they resent what they are— and they handle it in rather similar ways, lashing out with violence— but garner different reactions from people 
and what makes me mad is that Damon is 150-200 years old ish (I can’t quite remember) and Kol is 1000+ and yet for some reason Damon’s anger is more justified???
Don’t forget that Kol was tricked into becoming a vampire too— he didn’t have a choice— and then immediately after him and his family were turned their dad turned around and was like “shit I didn’t mean to do that my bad” and TRIED TO KILL THEM ALL FOR THE NEXT 1000 YEARS
let’s also not forget that Kol was the only one of his immediate siblings— Freya not included for obvious reasons— who could harness his magic and loved magic?? And that when he became a vampire he lost his magic which, again, was his identity— which as teenagers and adults we can recognise is hard enough to uncover as is
and so here Kol is, probably somewhere between 18-20 years old, now with everything he had / was striped away from him, dealing with mood swings he doesn’t understand as well as his own natural puberty mood swings, on the run from parents trying to KILL HIM, terrified and sad and pissed off
and yeah he starts to act out a little because what the fuck else are you supposed to do when you have no identity, are a fugitive at no fault of your own, and are experiences inhuman emotions that make no sense 
Kol lost EVERYTHING— all of them did but he especially did— and so reasonably he turns to anger and violence 
and OH LOOK HIS BROTHERS ALL OF A SUDDEN START DAGGERING HIM
So now— on top of the above issues— his brother’s and sister form an unholy alliance and don’t include him and decide the best way to deal with the issue is to shove a knife in his chest and let him sit for a few decades every ten or so years
do you know how fucking terrifying that must be? Does it get better? Dying? He can never truly die— a form of punishment in and of itself— but he must feel like he’s dying every god damn time and I don’t honestly believe that it gets better the more you do it
and Finn mentions in The Originals that when you get daggered you’re not just asleep— you gain that consciousness back and are able to hear the things around you slightly and can understand that people did this to you and are scared, confined, angry, sad, etc.
so now he’s in a box for decades, sitting on the betrayal and anger and saddness and fear that he has NO opportunity to confront— not once did anyone sit their younger brother down and say ‘hey, are you okay?’ 
it’s all just simmering and building and he’s so angry all he can do is see red and he feels like no one fucking loves him (at least Stef fucking loves Damon, Kol’s brothers pretty much hate him) and it’s all just pointless to him now because he has NOTHING
AND THEN EVERYONE HAS THE AUDACITY TO WONDER WHY WHEN HE’S RELEASED FROM HIS BOX THAT HE CAUSES SO MANY PROBLEMS???? ARE YOU SERIOUS??? 
Kol was treated like absolute shit from the get go, he was turned at a vital age in development, when you’re supposed to be finding your purpose, had his magic— the one thing he truly loved— stripped away from him, had his family turn on him because they couldn’t handle the mood swings and emotions that came from the loss and his age, had all these things riding against him and people have the raw audacity to even suggest it can’t be justified? Pathetic
let’s not also forget that Kol didn’t even get a chance to learn social norms each time before he got redaggered— how scary it must be to be reintroduced to a new fucking society every seventy years and then not even get a proper chance to learn about it 
he had all chances of becoming a well adjusted person ripped away by his family and then HE GETS BLAMED FOR NOT BEING SOCIALIZED PROPERLY WHAT THE FUCK
it’s the lines from season three of The Originals that hit hard—
“Oh, you're angry are you? Well join the party! I've been here 1,000 years. I was building that dagger to protect myself against you, Nik. I'm not the bad guy in this chapter of our family's story. I'm the wronged, I'm the dead, but never mourned. And whilst you got everythng you ever wanted, I got a family who didn't care if I lived or if I died.”
And even here— when he FINALLY confronts his family— he gets brushed aside and FOR WHAT??? 
FOR WHAT
Because none of us can take the fucking TRUTH?  
They all have the raw audacity to act like they’re so much better than him and they fucking aren’t
what’s even worse is that Kol kept trying to find his magic and study and learn. This man didn’t ONLY choose violence, he fucking tried to do his magic and surround himself with people like him and everytime he got even an inkling of happiness from it he had it ripped away by his fucking family
you can’t even try to say that he didn’t try to find happiness— he tried everytime
yeah, murder is fucking back, okay, but this man has been CRUSHED by the people who were supposed to love him and I think the anger is reasonable
and so now you’re going to tell me that Damon— whose family— whose BROTHER— didn’t actively seek to kill him— has more rights then Kol? 
Stefan LOVED Damon— he would have NEVER done what Klaus and Elijah fucking did— and yet you’re going to even suggest that it’s the same?? 
That his violence is justified and Kol’s isn’t???
Okay ew, just ew
that’s PATHETIC
Thanks for coming to my TedTalk 
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rin-00 ¡ 4 years ago
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Kieu My’s Ex (a little perspective on Kieu My’s insecurities)
It’s 1:17 am and she’s still here. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke is starting to make her dizzy and the loud music is making her head pound. He promised they would leave soon about an hour ago but yet he’s still in the middle of the room with a bottle of beer dancing with his friends. Her friends had left a while ago, Ismail and Finn had been carrying a passed out Constantine back home when Zoe offered to stay with her but she said there was no need because she thought they would be gone by now. She’s not in the mood to party, after getting into an argument with her parents over all the time she spent working at the store instead of studying all she wanted to do was relax with her boyfriend and talk. But he’s too busy chugging alcohol through a tube with his douchebag friends.
Kieu My met Trevor (that’s the most assholy name I can think of) a month ago when she accompanied Constantine to one of his late night parties. They had hit it off, he made her laugh with his antics and he liked that she could keep up with him. They never really went on an actual date other than going to parties that would end up with both of them hungover in each others arms but Kieu My was never bothered by it in the beginning because during the day when they would talk it felt like she was being seen. He would listen to her problems and offer help, sometimes he would be a bit too much of a know it all regarding her issues and would butt in while she was speaking but she figured it was just one of those guy things. But it’s been a while since they actually had one of those talks. Ever since her and her parents started arguing over her hours at their store, he seemed to be less interested in her. This party was the first time they had seen eachother in a week and the first time they had spoken to one another in a couple of days.
“Kieu My! Come here! Come here!”
An arm wrapped themselves around her waist and she was pulled close to a tall body that reeked of beer and cigarettes, “Guys! I want you to look at my girlfriend! She’s so pretty!”
Laughing at Trevor, Kieu My felt her body relax and she let out a sigh of relief. Finally, it was like they were back to normal. But yet something felt off. The arm around her, something she used to find solace in, felt uncomfortable.
“We’ve been dating for like a month! Look, she’s so pretty! She’s great arm candy, huh?”, he joked beside her.
The laughter that rung out from his friends left her with a pit in her stomach. Arm candy?
“She’s a great kisser too, if you know what I mean”, whooping and cheers were directed at the couple but while Trevor was basking in the glory all the attention gave him, Kieu My felt tears build up in her eyes.
Tugging on his arm, she pulled him towards one of the empty bedrooms and slammed the door shut at the whistles coming from the small crowd outside, “What’s wrong with you?”
“What?” Swaying from side to side to try and find his balance, the drunk teenager decided to plop down on the bed before squinting at Kieu My, “What do you mean?”
“Arm candy? Are you serious?”
“It was a joke. And a compliment. I said you were pretty, what’s wrong with that?”
“You made me really uncomfortable out there, Trevor.”
“Jesus. This is why I have been avoiding you all week! It’s all drama with you. You won’t shut up about it.”
“Excuse me?”
“I did what I had to do in the beginning of this relationship. I listened to your stupid whining about your family and your fucking grades. I sat there and tolerated your boring ass speeches about space and plants and shit. I did my part. Dont you think I deserve a bit of a break from your bullshit? It’s so annoying sometimes, Kieu My.”
Her lower lip trembling, Kieu My looked up at the ceiling to try and calm herself before tears start falling from her eyes because she’ll be damned if she cries infront of someone. She took a step towards him as he lay star fished on the bed with hands rubbing the sides of his temple.
“Honestly,” he continued. “You’re so pretty. Really fucking hot. But you can do well with learning how to shut the fuck up sometimes.”
“And you’re a 17 year old alcoholic who can’t function normally without a beer in your hand. Nobody has told you this before, but everytime you stand in the middle of the room drunk off your ass it’s embarrassing. You’re embarrassing. Having to haul your drunk ass outside every morning was such a waste of time. You obviously deserve to sit in your own vomit all day just so you can wake up and do the same shit all over again. Here’s a fucking news flash, breaking tables and chugging beer is the only slightly interesting thing about you. I’m boring? At least I have something I like that doesn’t consist of me body slamming by douchebag friends every night and then passing out in my own drunken vomit. Asshole.”
“Yeah? I still hit though. You can bitch about me all you want but I still got the hot Asian girl to bed didn’t I?”
Grabbing the nearby lamp on the table next to her, Kieu My lifted it and in a momentary flash she saw absolute fear in the boy’s eyes and for a moment she thought about being the bigger person but then his words rung out in hear head once more and she swung the metal rod down at his crotch.
The group outside who were previously joking about what the couple were doing inside the bedroom snapped their heads towards the sound of a loud scream and a “You bitch!”. The door slammed open and the crowd collectively took a step back at the sight of Kieu My holding a bent lamp in her right hand, looking pissed and ready to kill someone.
Taking a deep breath in, she dropped the lamp and casually walked to the front door. Once she was a couple steps away from the house, though, she felt her tears finally come out. It was her first relationship and in the end he didnt even want anything to do with her other than have sex. She blamed herself for not being able to see it. And she blamed herself for actually liking the prick. Despite his harsh words, she still felt a sadness settle in her heart and loneliness was starting to creep in. Taking her phone out with shaky hands, she texted Zoe to come get her while she sat on the side of the road crying and shivering from the cold.
Screw relationships, she thought, I’m better off alone.
A little added pov from where Kieu My’s insecurities come from. I tried to make Trevor ass much of a dick as possible by basing him off of the fuckbois I see on tiktok. Unfortunately, the stuff he says are stuff I’ve actually heard said to other girls. Reminder: you’re better than whatever the fuck a prick says about you. Dont settle from less.
Anyways here’s the second fic I wrote today. I’ll upload this on my ao3 too. Send me prompts to help distract me from my sadness that the season is over
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