#and finn's like ah shit here we go

[eternal-sunflowers]

oh my fucking god

Finn and Djo performing Flash Mountain in Toronto

🎥: djoblyths

[iluvchick3nz]

I swear someone asked for a fic about the first time the Cubs saw each other cry, BUT I THINK I DELETED IT I AM SO SO SO SORRY!! :(((( However, I still wrote it, so whoever it was, here is my gift to you. Giving you a big virtual hug!!

There are some canon times we do see them cry, so I took some liberty with this. So these are SOME of the first moments we see them cry with one another, as I have imagined them.

Side note, it was REALLY hard to come up with something that would make Finn really upset. I feel like, for him to cry, something needs to really rock his boat (like Logan getting traded), sooooo... I made him sick. Sorry, Harzy, I guess. He is not very good at being sick.

Enjooooy!!!! All credits to @lumosinlove <3

Mid-April 2019

The bar was a bit loud, Logan thought, even for a Friday night. There was a rowdy group of people on the other side of the room, and the bass of whatever was on the jukebox was pounding in his skull, making his jaw tingle. It was a rare Friday night out, their last one before the playoffs, and Logan was committed to enjoying himself. He took a sip of his rum and coke, eyeing Leo where he was talking with Thomas and Remus over at a high top. His blonde curls were stuck with sweat to his forehead, his cheeks flushed in the same way they did on the ice, in the gym- in bed, Logan now knew. 

Living with him and Finn was like living a dream every day of his life. While they couldn't be together in public quite yet, they could be together at home, in the apartment they shared that smelled like the three of them, with Leo's pristine kitchen and Finn's overflowing bookshelf. He scanned their corner, looking for a familiar shade of red, when he felt an arm come across his shoulders.

“Hey, you,” Finn said. His gesture was platonic, but he said everything Logan needed to know with his eyes. The corners of which, Logan noticed, were a bit strained. “How we doing?”

Logan nodded, brow furrowed. “Good. Rouge, you okay?”

Finn bit the inside of his cheek, gripping Logan's shoulder harder. “Yeah, feeling- feeling a bit dizzy, though.”

Logan turned, grabbing Finn's biceps to get a good look at him. “Merde, rouge, you're pale.”

Finn winked, but it wasn't convincing. “You already knew that, Lo.”

Logan made a noise in his throat. “Non, you're really pale.” He pressed his palm to Finn's forehead. “And hot, fuck. You have a fever.”

“No, I'm fine, I-”

“Non, Fish, we've gotta go home.” He turned to face away briefly. “Leo!”

Leo turned abruptly, his bright smile falling as he saw Logan's expression. He excused himself, then came over hurriedly. “What's wrong?”

Logan stepped aside to allow him to look at Finn. “Rouge has a fever.”

Leo immediately put his own palm to Finn's forehead, wincing as their skin connected. “Shit, Harz, you're burning. Does your stomach hurt?””

Finn rolled his eyes. “Only a little-”

“What'd you have to drink? Did you eat anything funny?”

Finn huffed. “I had one beer, and lunch at the rink and you cooked me dinner. I swear, I'm fine!”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “Spring flu is going around. Kuny was out with it last week, remember? We should go home.”

“But it's our last night out before the playoffs, and-”

“Ah,” Leo said, in a very good impression of his mother. “I don't want to hear it.” He took Finn under his arm and steered him towards the door. “Let's go. Time to go home.”

They called out their goodbyes over their shoulders, Remus narrowing his eyes, concerned. “All good?”

Logan shrugged. “Rouge doesn't feel so good. We're taking him home.”

“Let me and Coach know, okay Tremz? Trainer's orders.”

Logan smiled. “Ouais, promise.” He clapped Remus on the back. “Night, Loops.”

“Drive safe.”

They walked out to the car, Leo reaching into Finn’s front pocket to get the keys. Finn huffed out a sigh but dutifully sat himself in the backseat, head lolling to lean against the cool window. Logan furrowed his eyebrows at Leo from the passenger side, but Leo just shrugged. So he had no idea then, either.

They rode in silence, letting Finn rest his eyes, Leo with his hand on Logan's thigh and drumming with his fingers. Logan took his hand and played with the digits, eyes flashing to Finn in the side view mirror. His gray T-shirt was a little damp with sweat around the neckline and he looked uncomfortable. Logan frowned as Leo turned into their parking garage, the change in tempo rousing Finn from his sleep. He blinked, then winced, placing a hand on his stomach. Something was wrong.

As soon as Leo had the car in park, Logan hopped out to open Finn's door and give him a hand. Finn, despite being in obvious pain, attempted a smirk. “Chivalry is not dead after all.”

Logan just raised his eyebrows. Finn sighed, but took Logan's hand. 

“When did you start feeling sick, honey?” Leo asked as they made their way to the elevator.

Finn's hand gripped Logan's hard. “I don't know, this afternoon? I felt a little dehydrated at practice this morning, I guess, but that was all before we took our nap after lunch.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek as the door opened. “Come here. Let's go get a thermometer.”

Inside their apartment, Logan settled Finn on the couch and went to get him some water while Leo went to their bathroom. When he came back with a glass, Finn had slumped back into the cushions, breathing a little ragged. Leo put a hand on his forehead and coaxed him into opening his mouth, slipping the metal probe under his tongue. When it beeped, Leo squinted at the little screen and his eyes widened. “Shit, Fish.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked worriedly.

Leo turned the thermometer so he could see. “A hundred and two. Geez, Finn, that's high.”

Logan gripped Leo's forearm. “Hospital?”

Leo shook his head, placing a cooling hand on Finn's temple. “Not unless it lasts a few days, or gets to a hundred and three.” He kissed the skin just beside Finn's eye. “How you feeling, sweetheart?”

Finn groaned. “Sick. Feel really sick.” He curled around himself a bit. “Tummy hurts.”

“Okay,” Leo said. “I'll get you some ginger ale, some ibuprofen, and a pillow and blanket. Lo, can you take him to shower? I think he should sleep out here.”

Logan nodded, lifting Finn from under his arms. Finn whined out, but Logan gently shushed him as he guided him to their bathroom. He helped them both brush their teeth, then Finn shivered as Logan undressed him, his skin covered in goosebumps and a little sensitive. 

“Rouge, hot or cold?”

“Hot,” Finn said. His brown eyes were a bit glassy. “Please.”

Logan got the shower up to temperature and helped Finn under the spray, immediately going to wash his sweaty hair and body. He wanted him in dry clothes and under blankets as soon as possible, and Finn didn't look like he could stand up much longer. 

“Mon rouge,” Logan whispered, kissing his cheek. “What's wrong?”

Finn fell forward with his head on Logan's shoulder. “I feel so shit.”

Logan kissed his neck repeatedly, carding his fingers through his thick waves. “Why didn't you tell us?”

“Don't know,” Finn said, pressing harder into Logan's hold. “Didn't want to stop you from going out.”

Logan backed them out of the shower and wrapped Finn in a towel. “Non, you could never disappoint us.” He stood on his toes and kissed Finn's forehead firmly. “I would rather stay here with you than go out. Le, too.” Finn just nodded, obviously too tired to argue. Logan wrapped him up tighter in the towel and tugged him to their bedroom. He dressed them in boxers only before going back to the living room. “Le?”

“Here,” Leo said. He smiled gently, opening his arms for Finn to fall into. “Hi, sweetheart. Got you some ginger ale, okay? I'm going to go have a shower, then I'll sit here with you.”

Finn made an affirmative noise, and Logan watched as he let himself be tucked under the blankets Leo had put out, propped against a few spare pillows from their closet. Leo handed him a cup with a straw and kissed his forehead before turning to Logan.

“Ça va?” Logan asked as Leo cupped his jaw. 

“Ouais,” Leo whispered. “I'll stay out with him for a while, okay, honey? You should get some sleep.”

Logan pinched his eyebrows together. “Non, je-”

Leo interrupted him with a kiss and a soft smile. “No, it's better if one of us sleeps. He'll need space to let the fever run its course, too, so we can't snuggle him on the couch anyways.” Leo shrugged. “Besides, it's not like I will sleep a lot regardless.” At Logan's noise of dissent, Leo laughed breathily and shushed him, pulling Logan closer. “One problem at a time, sweetheart.” He kissed Logan again and wrapped him in a hug. “Go say goodnight and go to bed, please. I love you.”

“Je t'aime.”

With a last peck, Leo walked to their bathroom. Logan sighed, watching his back for a brief moment before turning back to Finn, who was blinking up at him with big eyes. Logan knelt by his head, and brushed his hair out of his face. “Salut, mon rouge.”

“Mm,” Finn sighed. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. “Love you.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Finn sighed again and then his breathing evened out. Logan kissed his temple in a lingering press of his lips before quietly standing and walking towards their bedroom. With a last look at Finn and at the bathroom door, he crawled into bed, big and lonely without either of his boys, and laid down to try and sleep.

***

“Okay, it's okay, honey. Let's go to the bathroom.”

Logan jerked awake at the sound of Leo's voice through their open bedroom doorway. He heard a thump, then two sets of footsteps, and a groan from Finn down the hallway. Logan sprung out of bed, jogging quickly to watch just in time as Finn threw up in the toilet.

“There you go, baby,” Leo said, rubbing a hand up and down Finn's sweaty back. 

Finn reached up with a tired hand to flush the liquid away, head bent over the seat. He let out a groan and wilted a bit, Leo scooting behind him to support his weight with an arm around Finn's stomach. He was sweating profusely and shaking, face paler than it had been.

“Fuck,” Finn said. 

“Oh, mon coeur.” Logan knelt beside them. “Feel better?”

Finn shook his head. “Uh uh.”

Logan tisked. “Want water?”

That made Finn gulp. “No. Gonna be sick again.” 

“Shit,” Leo said. He reached another hand around to brush Finn's hair out of his eyes. “Don't try and force it down, honey, that'll make worse.”

And with that, Finn bent his head over the toilet once more as his stomach convulsed. “Ugh.”

Logan pressed the lever on the toilet this time, allowing Finn to sink back into Leo again. 

“Okay?” Leo asked.

“No.” Finn's breath hitched. “Le.”

“Sh, sh, I know.” Leo adjusted them, bracketing Finn with his legs and allowing him to sit curled against his chest. He pressed a hard kiss to the side of Finn's head. “I know, it hurts. I think your fever is breaking at the same time. But it's okay, baby, we got you.”

Finn let out a noise and Logan realized he was crying. Logan reached out to rub his arm. “Rouge.”

“I'm sorry,” Finn said wetly. He peeked out at Logan with one teary eye. “I'm sorry, it just really hurts.”

“Sh, sh,” Leo said again. He brushed Finn's cheeks with his thumbs. “Don't be sorry, Fish. It sucks to be sick.”

“It's not just that,” Finn sniffled, tears now flowing freely down his freckles. “It-it's that I've been feeling like shit for hours, and my head hurts, and my stomach hurts, and we have the playoffs soon, and I ruined our night out-”

“Whoa,” Logan interrupted. He took one of Finn's hands and kissed it. “Mon amour, I told you that you didn't ruin anything.”

Leo turned to look at Finn, too. “You're worried about ruining our night out?”

Finn's bottom lip was poking out and quivering as he nodded. “Yeah.”

Leo let out an oh and wrapped him tighter in his arms. Finn clung to his biceps. “Oh, honey, no, you didn't ruin anything.” He tucked his nose into Finn's hair. “And in terms of the playoffs, we still have a few days. That means you can rest, it's probably just a stomach bug. You'll be good as new in no time, sweetheart.”

“Ouais, rouge,” Logan agreed. He leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “We just want you better.”

Finn groaned again. “I feel so sick.” He looked up at Leo. “I'm sorry, peanut, this is not-” His breath hitched with another round of tears. “This is not very sexy.”

Leo laughed, which just made Finn cry harder into his shoulder. He kissed Finn's head. “Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I laughed, it's not funny.”

“No it's not.”

Leo wrapped him up fully. “It's not very sexy, no. But I love you.”

Finn let out a strangled noise, then abruptly turn his wet face around and threw up another time into the basin. He moaned. “I just want to be better.”

Leo supported him still with a hand low on his stomach and Logan rubbed his back. “I know, mon chou,” Logan said. 

“It still hurts, why does it still hurt?” Finn cried, before vomiting once more.

“Geez,” Leo said. “You think that's all?”

“Ugh,” Finn groaned. He flushed a final time, then fell back, letting out an oof and a sniffle. “I think so. I still feel really sick.”

Logan clucked his tongue and pressed his hand to Finn's forehead. “Still warm, rouge.”

“Why don't you brush your teeth, honey,” Leo said, rubbing his hands up and down Finn's heaving ribs. “I'll get you some ginger ale again.”

Finn wiped his eyes. “Yeah, okay. Thank you.”

Leo kissed his cheek, then lifted Finn under his arms to help him stand. Logan took his weight, then Leo was gone back to the kitchen, and the two of them were stood in front of the mirror. Logan rested his lips to Finn’s shoulder and played with his fingers while Finn brushed his teeth. He had a bit more color, but was still sweaty and shaky.

“Are you cold, mon amour?” Logan asked once Finn was done rinsing his mouth. 

Finn touched their foreheads together. “I don't know. Now I am, but on the couch I was hot.”

“It's the fever,” Leo said as he appeared in the doorway. “I think it's still breaking.” He winced. “Not ideal when you're also throwing up.”

Finn took the ginger ale. “Thank you, peanut.”

“You're welcome, sweetheart.”

“Allez,” Logan said. “Let's go sit.” He kissed Finn's wet cheek, then Leo's. “We can sleep.”

Leo pursed his lips. “But we can't-”

Logan kissed him on the mouth. “I'll hold you in the chair so you can sleep, mon coeur. Then Finn has his own space, but we can be there.”

Leo traced a finger down his cheek, then kissed his nose. “Okay.” He turned to Finn. “Sound good?”

To their surprise, Finn grin and winked. “Got my own nursing staff.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Merde. Only you say dirty things while sick.”

Finn huffed out a chuckle, but wobbled a bit, spilling some ginger ale. “Whoops.”

Leo sighed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Come on, sweetheart. Bed time.”

Logan let Leo tuck Finn in while he went to get more pillows and blankets. After they each gave Finn a kiss on the forehead, Logan sat in their leather chair and reclined it, pulling the lever for the foot rest. He fluffed a pillow behind him and opened his arm with a look to Leo. “Ici, soleil.”

Leo climbed in gingerly, careful not to put too much weight on the footrest, then settled onto Logan's chest with a sigh. His feet hung off the end, but he didn't seem to care. Logan tugged the blanket over both of them. “Ça va?”

Leo nodded into his chest and kissed his collarbone. “You sure you'll be able to sleep like this?”

“Of course,” Logan said. He squeezed Leo to him. “With you, always.”

“Mm.” Leo shifted slightly, burrowing his nose into Logan's neck and peeking out at Finn's sleeping form. “Hope he's okay.”

“I'm sure he will be, soleil.” Logan kissed his forehead softly. “Je t'aime.”

“Love you,” Leo said. He yawned, making his face look like that of a puppy, and Logan pinched his button nose as it scrunched up. “Hey.”

Logan nuzzled their noses together and kissed his lips lightly. “Love you, love you, love you.” He sighed. “Bonne nuit, mon amour.”

Leo let out a breath, and between one moment and the next, they were both asleep.

***

Mid-March 2019

Logan’s hands shook slightly as he held his cell phone, his mother’s contact staring up at him. It was a picture of the two of them in Nice during the summer when Logan had been about seven. He was wet and sandy, his hair short and spiky like he'd liked at that age. He and his maman were both facing the camera, his skinny arms reaching up to wrap around her neck. He'd always loved physical affection, and was a frequent snuggler with all his family members, but with his mother especially when he was younger. They were both laughing in the photo. The fading sunset reflected against his mother’s dark hair and made her skin golden. Logan thumbed over her face- he had her eyes.

“Fuck,” he whispered, dropping his cell phone on Leo and Finn’s apartment floor. “Merde.”

“Lo?” came Leo's voice from the bedroom. He stepped out, curls damp from their post-run shower and in shorts and Finn's sweatshirt. “You okay?”

Logan just looked at him. Leo made a soft noise, coming over to the couch and tucking Logan under his arm. Logan pulled the Saints sweatshirt sleeves over his hands and snuggled into Leo's side.

“What's wrong?” Leo asked in French.

“I can't do it.”

“What can't you do?”

“Call my parents.”

Leo looked down at him, brow furrowed. “What?”

Logan sighed. “I want to tell them. About us.”

Leo pulled him closer, dipping his nose into Logan's hair. “You don't have to do anything you don't want, d'accord? I haven't said anything to my mama and dad yet, either. That's for after you move in.”

“Je sais,” Logan whispered. “I just- I can't keep it in anymore.” He carded his hands through Leo's hair. “My sisters know, and Finn's family knows, and I can't keep it in any longer.” He pulled Leo down for a kiss. “I want to tell them about you.”

Leo's eyes widened slightly. “Me?”

Logan nodded firmly. “Ouais. They won't be surprised by Finn.” He kissed Leo again. “I want to tell them about you, too. You're so amazing, mon coeur.”

Leo smiled against his mouth. “I like it when you say things like that.”

“Quoi?”

“When you tell us, directly, what you want from us, what you like about us.”

Logan smiled back. “I do like you.”

“I sure hope so.” Leo kissed him once more. “I'm sure it'll be okay, Lo. Your mother already loves me.”

Logan snorted. “All mothers love you.”

Leo shrugged. “It's my disposition.” He nuzzled their noses. “But I know it's scary.”

Reality came crashing back in. Logan bit his lip, staring down at his phone on the hardwood. “It's just…” He looked back up to Leo. “What if they don't love me anymore?”

Leo looked alarmed. “What?” 

Tears pressed at the edge of his vision. “They didn't ask for this. And it- it will make their life harder, and I don't want that.”

Leo pulled back to sit up straight, and Logan felt cold. “Their life harder? Sweetheart, it's about you. It's about us, and I- what matters is Finn loves you, and I-”

Logan's heart jolted. They hadn't said that to each other yet.

Leo shook his head. “I'm here for you. I want you, Lo. That's what matters. Are you- are you sure you want to do this?”

Logan sucked in an alarmed breath, meeting Leo's eyes. “Mon coeur, I want you more than anything. And I'm- I'm not ashamed, I'm just…” His voice felt weak. He blinked and tears fell.“I'm scared.”

Leo deflated. “Oh, honey.” He wrapped Logan up close, and Logan let out a sob into his chest. “Sh, sh, it's okay. It's okay, sweetheart, it's- Finn!”

“Yeah?” 

“Can you come here, please?”

Finn also appeared from the bedroom, grinning and freshly showered like Logan and Leo and in Logan's high school hockey sweatshirt and boxers. “What's-” His face fell. “Shit.” He hurried over to kneel in front of them and cupped Logan's calves. “Baby, what happened?”

Logan tried to answer, but his voice caught, and he turned to bury his face into Leo's forearm.

That made Finn more alarmed, eyes wide. “Logan, Lo, baby, what's going on?” He looked to Leo. “Peanut?”

Leo's voice was tight as he spoke. “He- he tried to call his maman. To tell his parents about… well…”

“Us?”

“Yeah.”

Finn ran his hands up and down Logan's thighs. Logan peeked out through his eyelashes, expecting some sort of panic or frustration, but all he caught a glimpse of was Finn's soft gaze before he pressed a kiss to Logan's forehead. “Oh, baby. I'm so sorry.” He brushed Logan's hair out of is eyes. “Are you nervous?”

“Ouais,” Logan said hoarsely. He leaned into the touch of Finn's hands. “Ouais, I'm nervous.”

Finn hauled himself up to Logan's other side, an arm thrown over Logan’s torso, gripping Leo's where they criss-crossed. “How about we stay with you when you call them, baby? We're right here.”

“He's right,” Leo agreed. He kissed Logan's head. “We’re always right here, sweetheart.”

Finn dipped to whisper in his ear. “Love you.”

Logan kissed his cheek, then Leo's, and bent to pick up his phone. He unlocked it, still on his mother's contact. Leo gave him an encouraging smile, Finn a small squeeze, and he took a deep breath. His mother picked up on the second ring.

“Salut, mon ange! Ça va?”

“Ouais, maman,” he sighed. “Ça va.” He took a look at Finn. He'd probably be itching to know what they were saying, but Logan needed to speak French if he was going to get through this conversation. He'd tell him after. “I have something to tell you. Is dad there?”

He could imagine his mother's eyebrows, dark and full, furrowed in worry. “Is everything okay?”

“Ouais, it's good news. I hope it's good news.”

“Give me a moment, sweetheart. Marius!” A beat of silence. “It's Logan!” There was some rustling, then her voice sounded far away. “You're on speaker phone.”

“Salut, Lolo,” his dad said. “All good?”

Logan took a deep breath. He reached up to take Leo's hand that was pressed over his heart and squeezed. “I have- I have something to tell you.” 

“What is it?” His father's voice sounded worried.

He looked to Finn, who thumbed his damp cheek. “I-I'm seeing someone.” He turned to Leo, who was watching him with soft blue eyes. “Someones.”

“Quoi?” his mother asked. “What do you mean-”

“It’s Finn and Leo. Both. Both of them.”

He heard two sharp inhales, then a soft noise from his dad. “Oh, Logan…”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He was crying again. “I-I'm so sorry, I-”

“Now what would you have to be sorry for?” Iva said. She laughed, and it was teary. “You've been in love with Finn since the first day you met him. And Leo… well, he's so good to you, I adore him.”

Despite it all, that made Logan laugh. “That's what he said.”

He could imagine her smile. “It's true. He's an angel.”

“Ouais, he is.” He bounced his leg nervously. “Papa?”

“Sorry,” his dad said gruffly. “I'm just- I'm so proud of you, mon fil.” His voice made Logan cry all over again. “We love you so much.”

“I love you,” Logan replied. 

“Do you love them?”

His father's question made Logan jerk his head up. First, he found Finn's eyes, loving and caring, almost jewel-like. Then he turned to Leo. He and Finn had a plan to tell him they loved him, and while it hadn't been said out loud, Logan already felt it deep within his bones. He may have fallen in love with Finn O'Hara years ago, in a shit-hole Harvard frat house, but he fell in love with Leo Knut the first time Leo had ordered them both sundaes and tea on the road, when they had talked about missing home and Logan, missing Finn like an ache even if he was right in front of him, had for the first time in a while felt a sense of peace, of home, in Leo’s blue eyes. They knew him wholly, completely, without so much as uttering a word, and Logan never felt more seen than when he was in Leo's arms.

“Ouais,” he said to his parents. “I do.”

“Are you happy?”

“Ouais. I'm so happy.”

“Then that's all we could ever ask for,” his father replied. 

“Thank you for telling us, sweetheart.”

“Ouais, maman. Thank you for listening.” He took a shaky breath. “And- the team knows, and the girls know, but we're… we're not ready for it to be public yet.”

He could imagine his mother shaking her head gently. “Whenever you're ready, Lolo. We'll be right here for you.”

“We love you,” his father said. “Bonne nuit, mon ange.”

“Bonne nuit.”

Logan ended the call, staring at his phone for a second before bursting into tears.

“Sh, sh, honey, it's okay,” Leo hushed. He cradled Logan to his chest. “It's going to all be okay.”

“Non, non,” Logan said. He sat up, wiping his eyes. “They're okay. They're okay with it.”

Finn's wide grin filled his vision. “That's so great, baby.” He cupped Logan's cheek and kissed him hard. “What'd you tell them?”

Logan sniffled. “That, um. That we are together and that- that the world doesn't know yet, but the team does, and that-” He looked into Finn's eyes. His own welled up again, and he blinked a few tears down his cheeks. “That I'm happy.” He turned and kissed Leo. “We're happy.”

Leo smiled against his lips. “The happiest.”

Logan flopped back against him and opened his arms for Finn to give him a hug. “Can I stay here tonight?”

Finn kissed his cheek. “Of course you can. You're moving in in a few weeks.”

Logan groaned. “But that's so far away.”

“It's the best time for it, sweetheart,” Leo said, pulling Logan slightly into his lap. “We've got two days off after the regular season ends.” He made a raspberry noise against Logan's neck, making Logan giggle. “Plus, we need to give the Dumais kids some time to process.”

Finn whistled lowly under his breath. “Yikes, yeah. We're gonna be public enemy number one after stealing their Frenchie from them.”

Logan hit the back of his head lightly, then pulled him in for a kiss. “Don't talk about my children that way.”

Leo snorted. “They're not yours.”

“Katie is.”

“Well, fine, fine,” Leo sighed. He gave Logan's temple one last kiss before moving to stand. “I'm starving after that run. How about some burritos? I've got some meat, and I can make spicy rice and pico and guac.”

Logan smiled as he shifted over to let Leo out. “Merci, soleil.”

Leo kissed them each on the lips briefly before sauntering into the kitchen, whistling. Logan watched Finn’s eyes follow him. When he turned back to Logan, he smiled widely. “Hi, baby-baby. Feel better?”

Logan nodded, but he remained serious. He brought their faces closer. “I love you.” He played with Finn's hair briefly. “The day I move in I want to tell Leo we love him,” he whispered.

Finn's smile grew so big it scrunched his nose and the corners of his eyes. “Yeah?”

Logan smiled, too. “Ouais.”

Finn wiggled excitedly. “Yay. Yay, yay, yay!” he whisper-shouted. “We can get that cake he likes from down the road, and we can light candles, and I'll put on that jazz record-”

Logan kissed him, unable to direct his eagerness anywhere else. He was flushed with just the thought. “Ouais, yes, yes, yes.”

Finn just laughed and leaned into kiss Logan once more. 

***

End of March, 2019 (this takes place after Ch. 17 of SW)

Lorgan sat down on one of the kitchen barstools heavily with a sigh. He loved team dinners, he loved the Dumais, but he did like coming home to his own space. Or, not his own space but his-and-Finn's-and-Leo's space. An adult space. A home, one that they were making together.

It had been only a few days since moving in, a few days since telling Leo he loved him (We, he could hear Finn's voice say. We told him we love him.), and already he couldn't imagine existing in the same space as anyone else. It was bliss, it was home, it was love and pleasure so heady that Logan almost couldn't contain his joy and neediness. In fact, that seemed like a pretty good idea. Finn was in the shower; Leo was texting his parents, but maybe Logan could drag him away with a few kisses and join Finn underneath the spray, all steamy and glistening, and-

Logan sucked in a breath, already hot at the thought, and went to their bedroom. 

He put on a smile, biting his lip in a way he hoped was sexy enough for Leo to want to kiss him (not that it was hard), and leaned against the bedroom door. Leo was sat on the mattress, all tall and nicely dressed from dinner, and looking intently at his phone. 

Logan wanted to kiss him so badly. “Le?”

“Hm?” When Leo looked up, his eyes were wet and his face flushed.

Logan stiffened and pushed off the wall. “Merde,” he said. He went to stand in between Leo’s legs and cupped his round face. “Peanut, what's wrong?”

Leo blinked, pulling back to wipe at his face. “Sorry. Sorry, sweetheart, I'm okay.”

“Non,” Logan protested gently. Leo watched him as he walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled over to settle against the pillows by Leo's left side. He sat up, stretched out his arm, and tugged Leo until he fell against his chest. “Mon soleil, can you tell me?”

Leo swung his legs onto the bed to lie down fully, bringing a hand up to hold Logan's bicep. “I watched Sirius’ interview. From the game.”

“Okay,” Logan whispered into his hair. He kissed Leo's temple, letting him collect his thoughts.

“What he said,” Leo continued. “About- about loving the game and finding someone who allowed him to love the game and love outside of the game. About Remus, it- I don't know, it just made me sad.”

Logan made a noise of dissent and squeezed Leo harder. “Why would it make you sad, mon coeur?”

Leo’s breath was shaky. “Because it- because so many people reacted so horribly, and now all he does is answer questions about it. I'm- I'm so proud of them, and so grateful that there are openly gay people in hockey, but it-” Leo's voice turned high pitched, and Logan felt as his body hitched with a sob.

“Mon soleil,” Logan whispered, hugging Leo tightly. “Sh, c'est bien, I've got you.”

“Nobody should have to do that,” Leo cried softly. “I don't want to do that.”

Logan felt his heart break and his body stiffen. He knew Leo wasn't shy about his identity, not in the way Logan was. They were still figuring this dynamic out, the three of them, and had agreed to wait a while, but Logan couldn't help but wonder if Leo would have chosen to have done something differently if he hadn't gotten together with the two of them. If he would have already come out, however subtly. 

Finn chose that moment to walk through the door, a towel hanging from his hips. He entered with his usual swagger, but stopped upon seeing Logan and Leo. “Shit,” he said. “Give me two seconds.”

He threw the towel on the floor and rummaged quickly for a pair of boxers, then came to lie beside them on the bed. “What's happening? Leo, what's wrong?”

Leo sniffled, leaning into Finn's hand that was smoothing back his hair. “I watched Sirius’ interview. After the game.” A few more tears fell down his cheek and Finn wiped them away. “I don't like watching him have to defend himself and Remus, or- or just answer questions about it.” He ducked down into Logan's chest. “He's good at hockey. People seem to forget that now, sometimes.”

Finn glanced at Logan with knowing eyes, then looked back down to Leo. “Do you- do you think about that, sweetheart? Having to answer questions about it?”

Leo nodded, his eyes welling up again. “Mmhm.” He snuggled closer in Logan's arms. “I'm not ashamed of who I am. I just wish that it wasn't a given that I'll have to  talk to reporters about it. To defend it.” His lips wobbled a bit. “I'm good at hockey.”

Finn bent his head to press kisses to Leo's cheeks. “You're so good, nutter butter,” he whispered. “And you're so beautiful, and gentle, and kind.” Every descriptor seemed to make Leo cry harder, but Finn just kissed the tears away. “You're so much more than just your sexuality, baby. And you're everything to us. Right, Lo?”

Logan nodded hurriedly, kissing Leo's head repeatedly. “Ouais, mon soleil. We meant it when we said we loved you. You're everything.”

Finn made a noise in agreement. “We love you so much. We talk about it all the time.”

“You do?” Leo asked, almost timid.

Finn kissed him slowly. “Of course we do. And we will only come out whenever we are all ready. And we will do it in such a way that we avoid as much questioning as possible.” He had a fierce glint in his eye. “I will defend you both if I have to, but I will not let anyone tell me loving you is wrong.” He looked between them both. “It is the most right thing that I've ever felt.”

Leo nodded against Logan's chest and Logan held him tighter. It wasn't often that he was the one holding one of his boys like this, and he loved the weight of Leo's body on top of his. He vowed to do it more often. 

“I love you,” Leo whispered tearily “I love you so much.”

“Love you,” Logan said, kissing Leo's temple in bursts. “Love you, love you, love you. Now, soleil-” He sat up slightly, jostling Leo a little bit. “-I was going to come in here and ask to go give rouge a sexy surprise in the shower-”

Finn's eyebrows shot up. 

Logan rolled his eyes playfully. “-but I think it's best we go to bed.” He tilted Leo's face to the side to kiss him lightly. “Let's take a shower. I want to wash the day off of me, then we can cuddle.”

Leo bit his lip around a small smile. His eyes were still a bit wet, but the tears made his baby blues crystal clear. “I could be persuaded into a sexy surprise.”

Logan felt heat stir in his belly. “Ouais?”

Leo nodded. “Ouais. It makes me all hot when you tell me you love me.” He made to sit up, then turned to Finn and winked. “We'll be right back, sweetheart.”

“Fuck that,’ Finn blurted out. He shot up and scurried around the bed, grasping Leo by the hips and kissing him as he nudged him out through the doorway. “I'm joining.”

Leo laughed in between the wet kisses Finn was pressing to his mouth. “You just- hm, Finn- you just showered, honey.”

“I literally said I don't care. I'll shower after, if you want, too. Just no sexy showering without me.” Finn held out a hand to Logan. “Chop chop, Tremblay, sexy shower time.”

Logan shook his head fondly and flushed, allowing himself to be pulled off the bed, pulled out of their bedroom, pulled out of his clothes, pulled into the steamy shower, and pulled off the edge, in free-fall and forever- forever- in love. This, he thought as his boyfriends’ bodies blanketed his own, their laughs in his ear and their mouths against his skin, was what a home should feel like.

[blenselche]

thing to throw in ch4

show simon should have kept comic simon's ponytail IM RIGHT

"..." Simon comes to a decision and takes Finn's arms in his hands, directing him to sit as he crouches low in front of him, gaze searching over his upset, ruddy face. "I can at least return the favor you did me, let me help." Finn lets out a startled, loud laugh at that. "Help!?" His face bursts open, looking manic with wide, bloodshot eyes. "I didn't help you! I-" a deep breath speeds out of him, slumping back into himself, slurring "Simon, c'mon, man. Th's a waste of y'r time." "Finn," Simon's voice cracks watching his nostrils flare as this person he witnessed grow up tries so hard to keep it together. "You're never a waste of my time. I'm only here because of your efforts." He sighs, then slaps his knees and stands abruptly. "Up we go. You have a very nasty cut on your shin." Finn's face cants as he casts a look to his leg, grunting. "Thwacked m'self with th'axe earlier, forgot, didn'feel it." He lets himself be corralled into his cabin with heavy, stumbling feet, directed to sit on the edge of his cot as Simon vanishes into his bathroom. "Don' have first aid, s'fer scrubs," he calls. "Ah, is that so?" Simon's sardonic chuckle floats down the hall. The sink runs and Finn collapses onto his back, drowsy eyes staring a hole into the roof as he argues with himself mentally over letting someone see him like this. "This will have to do, then." Finn feels his leg dampen and he leans up on his elbows, a hot stone of guilt drops into his stomach at what the other man is wrapping his wound in. "Not'cher cute lil vest, man," he whines. "I have other waistcoats, Finn, you have a limited number of limbs left to lose." He motions for his friend to turn himself into the mattress properly. "Come on, don't be difficult," he instructs, rolling the bear skin up and sliding it under Finn's leg to elevate it before dragging a wooden folding chair to the bedside, taking a seat and placing his moistened handkerchief beneath blonde bangs. "Now, why are you day drinking and demolishing your home?" "M'not- m'not wreckin' it, jus' needs t'be replaced." "And you're inebriated at two in the afternoon why?" Simon repeats the dodged half of the question with careful patience. Finn stares at him sadly. "Always am," he lets slip with a shameful slide of the eyes downward, Simon's brows jump into his hairline. "I get up an' drink enough so th'shakes leave. Get all my shit outta th'way, beer at lunch. Ignore Preeb's calls'n break into th'homebrew at dinner. Kinda jus'... skipped a few steps t'day." "... why today? Your m- ah," Simon stutters, "the Minervabot I see asked that I check on you on this date, specifically. Is there significance for you?" He quiets for a moment before uttering "there is for me, though you know that already." Finn's face screws up as his whole body jerks from a dry sob he swallows down, feelings tearing his insides to shreds. He weighs if he should admit the truth, if anyone could understand it's Simon but he doesn't want to put that on his shoulders, not when this is the day he lost Betty. "Finn?" He takes a soppy, shuddering breath in and holds it, then whimpers "he died t'day," almost silently through clenched teeth as the muscle of his jaw jumps. Simon grasps his hand gently, rubbing a thumb over his knuckles, politely ignoring the stress-sweat coating his palm. "Who did?" Finn blinks the tears from his eyes and rolls them back, pounding his chest as he tries to calm down. He points at himself and twirls his hand vaguely, throwing a thumb out the window towards a tree, unable to say his name.

[chirpycreations]

Lost Children of the CCC - Comic Poll FINALISTS

Righty'o! I'm thinking I'd like to make a comic for one of the chapters from Lost Children of the CCC, and I'd like you guys to help me decide which!

These chapters are the finalists from the last 3 polls, choose wisely >:)

Chapter descriptions (as spoiler free as I can) below with a bit more detail to help you narrow down your choices :)

Ch.7 - Final Preparations [Carol/Macbeth] -> The Day before the rocket launch and Carol's day is going *great*.

Meanwhile, Macbeth thinks about his father son time with Sven, and wonders if his gun really will be the death of him. ALSO DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS! Especially the Chaos X kind.

Ch.2 - Compromised [Reginald] -> Ah! Leader & Right Hand, squabbling like an old married couple- oh wait. They ARE an old married couple, :P

A few hours after the Airship gets paid a visit by Henry.

Ch.4 - Leaderless [Carol] -> The Toppat Elites choose a new leader, featuring productive discussions! Plans! Problem-solving-

Wait...

What do you mean, "Kind of"?

OH! And Sven's less than pleased to find out he's THE CHOSEN ONE!

Ch.8 - The Triple Threat +[Henry] -> The plan talk. Go team take down the Toppats! What do you mean the CCC smell fishy?

That's literally it.

Lots of talking, without the drama of Ch.4. Henry's rubbing his hands together, thinking how great everything is going. Little does he know...

Ch.11 - The Rocket Launch [Ahnoldt] -> The Toppat Elite chapter :D

Everyone's favourite elites are here, all excitedly planning how they'll enjoy their time in space.

Then join Carol & Burt, chatting like best frie- Carol says they're not friends, but I think Ahnoldt will be that judge of that! (This is where shit hits the fan, and spying on a conversation Carol-DON'T-Cross is having might have been a mistake.)

Ch.16 - The Hunter & Hunted [RHM/ Ben] -> Ben Vs Right-Hand Man. You also know how that ends...

OH! And Finn texting with emoji's much to Ben's frustration :P

→ There's a big fight scene in this one, and I might have to do an additional poll for how we feel about copious amounts of blood...

Ch.21 - Epilogue - RESET [Henry/ Dr Thomas] -> Henry realizes he's fucked up his life too. And Dr T's here doing CCC stuff 🙃

It's an Epilogue, there's not much I can say that isn't a spoiler :P

[purplegirl20]

Surprise

Pairing: Damian Priest x Self-Insert (Me), along with judgment day

Summary: The Judgement Day decide to surprise me after not seeing me for several months.

Warning: None

Tagging: :@ghoulsister1 @omg-im-such-a-masochist @sparkleva95 @alicejoaquin1990 @vintage-pvssy @ashkrystal @theworldofotps @nyc-kyra-93 @ziasaph @priestparty @queenzay @sultryfandoms @auburnwrites @windhamsrotunda@rheaanddamianfan@theclawdeen1442@tmt-77@blueberryomega@ironshamelessyouth@lisashield @sparklykryptonitequeen91 @claymoresofinfamy23

Note: Sorry for the very long hiatus. I've been dealing with studying to get my nursing license and now I'm back. I hope you enjoy my oneshot.

October 18th:

It' was a chilly Wednesday afternoon. The Judgement day was eating together at a local dinner.

Damian: It's good to reclaim our titles.

Finn: I know right. Finally back home. Their real home.

Rhea smiled as Dominik was munching on his chicken tenders.

Rhea: By the way, What's happens with your girlfriend lately? We haven't from her in a while.

Damian: Oh. She's out of town. She been dealing with her family. Apparently both her mom and her dad caught COVID and been dealing with taking care of them.

Rhea: Damn. Doesn't she have siblings that will help her?

Damian: She does, but both of them live out of state and she's the only one that lives in the same state as her parents. It like a 3 hours drive for her.

Rhea and Finn: What?!

Finn: Is she the oldest?

Damian: Middle child.

Finn and Rhea:(groans) Ah. Middle child syndrome.

Dominik:(mouth full) Middle child syndrome?

Rhea: Dom! Don't speak with your mouth full.

Dominik:(mouth full) Sorry Mami.

Damian: Yea. She basically had been busy taking care of their needs. She barely talk to me because of this. She does small talks via text.

Dominik: Wow. She have alot of her plate. Does she have a good relationship with her parents?

Damian: It's normal. Although her parents are strict. She kind of quiet and socially awkward because of that.

Dominik: How strict are her parents?

Damian: A lot stricter than any parents in a typical Latino home. I mean they wouldn't let her celebrate Halloween. Or let go out to parties while she growing up.

Dominik: Holy shit! None?

Rhea: Now, that you think about it. The few times that I interact with her, she sometimes have problems with eye contact.

Dominik: Really?

Rhea: Remember, on her birthday last year and during the induction ceremony back in April, she sometimes don't look at us.

Dominik: Huh. I didn't notice it.

Damian: She kind of a homebody. She would rather stay home, watching cartoons, anime or play on her phone.

Rhea: Wow.

Finn: That's crazy.

Damian: Yea. I sometimes has to gently push her out of her comfort zone, from time to time.' It sometimes works, but she get overstimulated after a little while.

(Phone vibrating)

He quickly looks up at his phone and see my name on the phone.

Damian:(gasp) It's her.

He quickly picks his phone.

Damian: Shaynell. Mija. My chocolate cake! How are you? I miss you so much.

Shaynell: Hi Bunuelos. I miss you. I'm sorry for not talking to you that much for the last several months. I've been dealing with my own family affairs.

Damian: It fine, Mija. I miss you so much.

Shaynell: I miss you too.

Damian: What are you doing now?

Shaynell: I'm actually driving on my way home. I have at least 2 hours to go.

Damian: Wow. Really?

Shaynell: Yea. After 5 long months, dealing with family, I finally get to arrive home.

Damian: Aw. Don't worry baby. When you come back, I'm going to spoil you rotten?

Shaynell: You promise?

Damian: I promise.

Shaynell: Alright. I love you. Bye.

I quickly hangs up the phone.

Damian: Alright. I have 2 hours to surprise. I'll need your help.

Rhea: Of course. We'll always here to help. Right guys?

Finn and Dominik nods their head in agreement.

Damian: Perfect.

Dominik: Can I least like 2 more orders of chicken tenders and fries, please?

Rhea, Finn, Damian: DOM!

2 hours later...

Shaynell:(sighs) Finally! I'm home! 5 months of being away. I know my fridge has expired food already. I need to clean the fridge and order some groceries when I get home.

I turned the engine of my car and parked my car. I then noticed Damian's car at the parkway.

Shaynell: Look like Damian is at my house already.

I grabbed my luggage and grabbed my keys to get into my house.

Shaynell:(sighs) Finally! I'm inside my own house.

I opens the door and went inside the house. I set my luggage aside and kick my shoes off.

Shaynell: UGH! Finally. Damian! I'm home!

I heard from no response.

Shaynell: Damian? Hello?

I went to the kitchen to try to get rid of the expired food, when I noticed that a huge chocolate cake on the table.

Shaynell: What the hell? Why there's cake here?

"POP!"

Shaynell:(gasp) AHH!

I quickly turns around and saw Judgement Day in front of me.

Judgement day: SURPRISE!

Shaynell: What the hell is going on?

Damian: I just want to surprise you!

He smile and kissed me on the lips, making me a smile.

Damian: I miss you so much!

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight.

Shaynell:(giggling) Damian!

Damian: I miss you so much! I miss your Face! Your voice! Those lips!

He smirks and and sloppily kiss me on the lips, causing me to gasp for air.

Rhea: Damian! Give her some space. You're going to swallow her face.

Shaynell:(coughing) Jesus!

Damian: I'm sorry. I just miss her so much!

He quickly picked me up and hold me tight, accidentally squeezing me.

Shaynell:(gasp) Damian! You're squeezing me! HELP!

Finn and Dominik quickly pulled me away from him.

Shaynell:(coughing)

Finn:(concerned) Are you ok?

Shaynell:(coughing)

Damian: I'm sorry. I just can't enough of you.

Shaynell:(coughing) I know. Just please be gentle next time.

Damian: I will, Mija.

He smile and gently holds me.

Damian: Come here, princesa.

He smiles and playfully pokes my sides, causing me to giggle and squirm.

Finn:(clears throat) Excuse me. Aren't we going to eat this cake or see you make out?

Damian: Oh right. I got some double chocolate cake for you.

Shaynell: I can see that.

Dominik: Oh. Let get some milk to eat some cake.

Shaynell: DOM! Don't drink that! It expired!

He accidentally drink the expired milk, but quickly spit it out.

Dom:(gags) YUCK!

Shaynell: Sorry. I haven't throw away the expired food. All of my food went bad for the last 5 months.

He continue gagging to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth with Rhea by his side.

Rhea: Wash it down with water.

He quickly drinks water from the tap to get rid of the smell.

Rhea: You feel a little better?

Dominik: Yea.

Shaynell: Seriously. Sorry. I didn't have the chance to get rid of the food in the fridge.

Dominik: It fine. You got Listerine?

Shaynell: Bathroom on the right.

Dominik: Thank you!

He quickly left the kitchen to go the bathroom.

Shaynell: While he in the bathroom, I'll order some pizza and wings to go along with some cake. Damian, can you take the cake to the living room?

Damian: Of course.

Shaynell: Thank you, my bunuelos.

I smile and kiss him on the lips, making him blush.

I starts ordering some food while we wait for Dominik to recover.

[sleepy-achilles]

We all know dear Drew-fus is the crazy cat dude. Maybe a little ditty about the entire family's reactions to him being a cat whisperer and how cats seem to just appear near him, like he's some sort of catnip in human form?

Catnip

Least creative name I know, but I want deon fluff and I aint feeling creative enough to make it. 😪

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Leon was obviously the first to notice it. He's married to the man. Of course he noticed when cats who didn't even live in their neighbourhood started appearing in their house.

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"Drew?" "Yes baby?" Drew hums from where he's making coffee. "Whos cat is in Luci's cat tree?" Leon questions from his spot at the kitchen island. Drew pauses. "What?" Drew turns to his husband. Leon just nods at cat tree. Drew glances to see a white cat staring back at him. "Aw shit. Not again" Drew huffs. Leon chuckles. "No wonder their all hiding" Drew looks to see there two German shepherd's and black cat hidden in the corner of the kitchen staring at the tree. "Ill sort it" Drew huffs. "Im sure the kids appreciate it" Leon smirks at the animals.

Drew leaves with the cat only for Leon to hear his name. "Yeah?" "Charlie's here!" Drew calls. "Fuck" Leon groans throwing his head back.

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Cassie and rhea hold hands as they walk down the street. "We gonna stop for coffee?" Rhea asks. "I don't mind" drew hums. "Perfect! Need a coffee today" cassie smiles.

The trio pick up coffee before sitting outside to drink it.

This is when rhea and cassie find out drews weird...talent.

Cassie smiles as a cat wanders over. She watches as it avoids her and rhea and moves straight to drew, brushing against him and purring at him. Drew doesn't stop talking as he leans down and pets the cat. Cassie doesn't think much of it until other cats start approaching them and more importantly drew.

Rhea pauses. "What? What's wrong?" Drew asks confused. "Are you catnip or something? The fuck drew" cassie huffs. Drew looks down at the cats. "Ah" drew huffs. "And this isn't the first time" Rhea chuckles at his reaction. "Go on now, shoo, go" drew orders. Expecting the cats to stare at him stupid, the girls are shocked as the cats begin walking away.

"What the fuck?" "Howwwww????"

Drew looks at them. "I can't explain it. Trust me." Drew mutters. "Its kinda cool. You new nickname is catnip" "Oh my god yes! Changing your contact right away" the girls giggle as Drew groans. "Lets get back" he huffs. "Yes catnip"

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John looks at the cat. "Howd it get in here?" He asks. "No idea" Randy huffs kneeling down. The cat hisses at him. "Ah fuck that" Randy mutters. "What is it?" Sheamus asks as him and drew approach. "A violent stray cat" Randy states. "Ah no such thing" drew smiles moving forward. "Ah drew I wouldn't" John warns as the man kneels. "Hey buddy" drew coos holding his hand out. The trio watch as the cat moves and brushes against drews hand, purring at him before trying to climb him. "What the fuck" Randy blurts out.

John watches as drew stands, holding the cat. "Lets say its a gift of mine" drew shrugs. "Your sister calls him catnip. I understand it now" sheamus tells John. "Catnip. Interesting." John mutters looking at the cat trying to snuggle against drew. "Ill take this lil guy out." Drew hums walking out. "You know, it probably followed him in here." Sheamus states. "Seriously?" Randy asks. "Yeah man, cats are just attracted to him. It's weird." Sheamus huffs.

"Yeah it is." John nods.

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Taker yawns as he walks in the lockeroom. "Its cute." Finn states. "Whats cute?" Taker asks. "Leon and drews new cat" finn states. "Hes not ours. He's some random cat that followed me home. His name is snowflake and our animals hate him" drew explains. Taker pauses. "Animals often follow you home?" Taker asks. "Just cats." Drew shrugs. "Yeah? And your two cats are cool with that?" "Two cats?" Drew asks. "Yeah, luci and hunter right?" "Oh hunter ain't ours. He's just my most loyal follower. It's that bad we befriended his owners and look after him when they go away. They watch ours when we go away too" drew explains.

This grabs everyone's attention. "Hunter isn't yours????" Seth asks. "Nope. Someone got him first." Drew shrugs. "I thought he was" sheamus states. "I promise you we only have three animals. Two dogs, one cat. It's like Charlie." Drew tries. "Charlie?" "Charlie's is the kids childhood dog...that it scarily still alive and I'm quite frankly too scared to look into why. He just randomly disappears and I get phone calls from all three kids saying he's at theirs." Taker states. "Okay but drew attracts cats like catnip" sheamus states. "Can't explain that" Taker shrugs. "But you agree it's weird?" Seth asks. "It is. Very. Does Leon know?" Taker asks. "Yes. We only live together." Drew snarks. "Watch it catnip" Taker teases.

Why is his son-in-law a human catnip?

Weird. He'll speak to kane, see what he knows.

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Shawn of course was the last to find out. But he also got a lot more insight because of it.

He smiles at the young couple as all three walk through the streets.

It's when he looks back and sees the cats following drew that he grows concerned. "Uh cats" Shawn asks. Drew stops and turns. "Stop following me." Drew orders. "Please." He adds. The cats just meow before walking away. "Where did they even come from? This city does not have a stray cat problem" Shawn asks. "Can't answer that one" Drew huffs. Shawn looks at him. "And they listened to you. Like didn't even hesitate" Shawn adds. "Yeah" Drew chuckles rubbing his neck. "I reckon it's the body heat he lets off" Leon hums, eyes locked on his phone.

Shawn looks at Leon who's practically pressed against drews side, like the cats. "Well, it would explain a lot." Shawn smirks. Drew can't help but laugh. Because yeah, drew was a magnet for cats. But his husband? His husband displayed the biggest amount of cat behaviour he's ever seen.

"This always been a thing?" Shawn asks. "What your son being a cat or cats just being attracted to me?" Drew asks. "Rather be a cat than a snake." Leon mutters. "The cats following ya" Shawn answers. "Hmm don't think so. But I'm not too sure if I've just not noticed until others have" drew admits. "Interesting" Shawn whispers. "Interesting?" Drew asks. "Hes thinking it could be valley related." Leon states pocketing his phone and taking drews hand. "Could it?" Drew asks. "Possible." Shawn admits. "Not the worse thing you could get. I'm telling you, you'd hate to be john" Leon smirks. "Well. Enough cat talk, we better get going" Shawn claps. The trio continue their walk.

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Drew stares at the ceiling as Leon nuzzles closer to him. His husband truly was a cat. "I didnt think I radiated that much body heat" drew states. "You are definitely like a furnace, atleast to those of us who got the body head of a dead man" Leon murmurs sleepily against his chest. "The cat thing, it doesnt exactly feel like body heat is the answer. You don't...like, I don't know, rub catnip on my clothes do ya?" Drew asks. Leon can't help but chuckle. "God no but I'll remember that next time I see John. Maybe you need to accept you are human catnip and get back to cuddling me." Leon smiles. "God if only the wwe universe knew how much of a cuddler their skeleton King is" drew jokes as he wraps his arms around Leon. "Mmm, don't think they'd blame me with arms this big" Leon, nips drews bicep to emphasis his point. Drew frowns and taps Leon's hip. "Ypu gotta stop biting me man, I got no way to explain it. No one's believing the whole, Leon generally just bites as love language anymore." Drew huffs.

"Tell them I'm part cat"

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Notes

Betting Luci slips catnip onto drews back pocket every day.

Also yes, pets. I've been making the kids and their partners fake insta pages which I'll show eventually and well it involves pets. Rhea and cassie have a tarantula (pete) and a snake (noodle). Drew and Leon have two German shepherd's (Hades and Bear) (ignoring Leon's childhood let bear) and one cat (luci). Randy and John have a dog (V) and also end up with Charlie a lot.

[transfrogrified-in-the-void]

It's Only Up From Here

Here's an almost 3k oneshot I wrote for the TPU anniversary yesterday! I had to stop bc it almost made me cry!

Malcolm sits in the dining room with the lights mostly off. The counter light, which is the only light downstairs that hasn’t been replaced with LEDs, illuminates the half-full coffeemaker and an opened box of cereal left precariously on the edge.

Across from Malcolm and his bowl of cereal is Airael and his coffee. He blends into the shadows more than most mornings thanks to the black tank top, but the light catches the glazed ceramic of his bright purple mug with every sip he takes.

“You have a presentation today, don’t you?” He asks in his gravely just-woke-up alto voice, and Malcolm watches Airael’s dark eyes gleam in the yellow light as they move to look at him.

Malcolm shrugs and takes a bite of his cereal. “Yeah, I guess. Dunno if they’ll get to me today or not.”

Airael hums and takes another long sip of coffee. “Which class is it again?”

“English.”

“Ah.”

The silence returns to the kitchen, and the two continue their morning rituals in the comfort of each other. Airael drains his mug, and moves to get another cup as Absinthe shuffles into the space. Silently, Airael takes another mug from the cupboard and fills it alongside his.

He ruffles Malcolm’s hair as he makes his way out. “Have a good time today, kid.” And he walks out of the kitchen, and up the stairs where he and Gemini’s room is.

Malcolm watches Absinthe doctor her coffee, grab an apple from the fridge, and sit down in the chair next to his. “Did you get the slides turned in last night?” She asks, watching Malcolm carefully as he stares into the mostly empty cereal bowl.

“Yeah.”

“And you’re sure you don’t want me to help you practice it at all?”

“Nope.”

She shrugs and leans back in her chair, mug in hand. “If you say so. You better give us all the whole spiel after you’ve done it, though. I know Gem’s been dying to hear it.”

Malcolm laughs softly. “You all have, don’t single her out.”

“You’re not the one who has to hear the complaining all day.”

“You’re not the one they’re begging.”

She rolls her eyes and takes a long drink. There’s a moment as she looks at Malcolm, studying him like it would be the last time she’d ever see his face. It would make Malcolm more uncomfortable if it wasn’t a common occurrence, if he didn’t understand exactly why she did it. 

“We get the house to ourselves tonight.” Absinthe tilts her head, and her crazed neon green hair falls over her left eye.

“Wait, really?” The bleariness starts to leave Malcolm as he sits up in excitement. “Why? Isn’t it, like, impossible to do that?”

“Usually, yeah.” Absinthe shrugs like she didn’t just get four people to be out of the house at the same time for hours. “But Gemini and Airael are going out to a concert tonight, Cato’s meeting up with some friend, and I convinced Virtue to go out as well.”

He grins, and gets out of his chair and hugs her as tightly as he can. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

She hugs him back. “No, I think I do.” They let go, and Malcolm takes a step back. Absinthe pushes her hair back, and gives him a small half-smile. “When you get home everyone’ll still be here, but it’s empty by 7 and will be until late.”

She glances at the clock on the wall. “Go get your shit now, otherwise we’ll be late.”

He starts to run out of the kitchen, but pauses for a moment and looks back at her. “You’re the best, by the way.”

“I have been your whole life.” She smiles, but it’s heavier than earlier. “And I will be until I die.”

-

“So what you’re saying,” Josie points her fork at Malcolm absentmindedly, “is that you’re excited to spend time with your wackadoodle sister that I’ve heard nothing but annoyances about.”

“Okay, yes, but-” Malcolm starts, but Finn cuts him off.

“We’re not worried, Mal, more confused.” They take a bite of whatever soup they brought for lunch and tuck some of their curls behind their ear. “Family is weird and shit, but we’ve heard like, nothing super positive about her, or anything super negative. So you being like this about it is just weird.”

Malcolm groans. “You guys wouldn’t get it.”

“Not if you don’t explain.” Finn quips.

“Oh yeah, just because we don’t live with one of the most popular local bands means we’ll never understand complicated relationships.” Josie rolls her eyes. “Trust us, dude. That’s it.”

Malcolm purses his lips as his friends watch him intently. “It’s just. She’s been there my entire life, through everything. When I was younger and living with our aunt, and she was out of state for weeks at a time, she’d try to call at least once a week. But she was gone a lot, and it wasn’t until recently that I’ve actually been able to like, talk with her and spend any amount of time with her.”

Finn and Josie nod slowly, and Josie spears a piece of chicken from the plastic tray. “Well, that kinda explains some of it. Kinda.”

“It’s not like we talked about her a lot in the first place.” Finn agrees. “Have you even been able to have, like, one on one time since moving in?”

Malcolm shakes his head, and the pair ‘ohhhhh’ in sudden understanding. “She’s… different around the band than she is around me.”

“Gonna play the devil's advocate, maybe that’s for a good reason.” Josie looks down at the white-grey chicken alfredo in front of her. “You’re 16 in a few days, she’s almost 25 and most of the band is around her age. Whatever the hell happened when you were a kid happened as she was at least your age now. Whenever she met the band was probably around the same time she was figuring out the impact of your childhood, it makes sense.”

Malcolm shrugs. “Yeah, except for Cato. She met Cato only two years ago.”

Finn gives Josie a look. “Cato’s the short one with brown hair, right?”

He nods. “Yeah, when you guys came by to pick me up last week he was on the front steps.”

“Ah.” They take another spoonful of soup. “Well, this isn’t something we’re going to be able to figure out during lunch, so maybe table it for now?” Everyone nods, and they grin. “Cool, so I bought another deck yesterday.”

-

“Malcolm, it’s your turn.” Mr. Acosta announces, and Malcolm watches as his slides are projected onto the whiteboard.

He takes the clicker, stands to the side, and takes a deep breath. Countless nights spent in his bedroom working on something that, in the end, shouldn’t mean as much as it does. It’s not like this speech is worth a large part of his grade, or that he’s figured out some secret previously unknown.

He looks at the class of faces that he vaguely recognizes but will never truly know. A sense of unfathomable connection fills him, knowing that he is going to give a room of strangers a vulnerable corner of his heart that he’s never shown anyone else.

“Music has often been called the universal language.” He starts, pushing through the stewing anxiety in his chest. “It is as diverse and vast as the people who make it, and it can connect to people in a way that simple conversation can’t.”

He clicks the next slide, and it shows an old picture of Bardic Inspiration in a dingy basement, back when Michael was still playing guitar. “I found this picture on an old camera that Airael owned.” He turns on the laser pointer and points it at Airael, who’s leaning back with his eyes closed as he plays his old red bass. “And he remembers setting up that camera to take a picture every five minutes, and playing in a cramped basement that had maybe 15 people in it.

“It was one of their first gigs, and he told me that the thing he remembers the best is how loud everyone in the crowd was, and how it became part of the music already being played.”

Click. A picture of Bardic Inspiration at their last big concert. Even after spending so long looking at the two pictures, it’s astounding how different the three continuous members are from the first photo to the second.

Airael’s no longer thin and lanky, instead his body filling out from both easier access to food and his daily runs, Gemini’s hair is long and intricately braided, and her arms and face are free from scabs. Absinthe’s hair is dyed green and in its long, shaggy mohawk style; no longer matted in its original rusty reddish-brown color.

But the biggest difference is that they don’t look angry in the second picture. They look so incredibly happy.

Malcolm clears his throat. “This photo was taken about seven years later. I asked Absinthe,” He lasers Absinthe’s face. “What it felt like on the stage. She said it was like leading a choir into a loud, righteous song of joy and personhood. So it’s really easy to tell who writes the lyrics, honestly.”

There’s a slight laugh from the class. Click. “John Cage’s composition 4’33” requires that the players don’t make a noise, not from them, not from their instruments. Instead, the composition is made by taking in the sounds of the world around you. And it is both the experiences of hearing a crowd, and this one composition that I made my thesis: the telling of humanity is to hear music in everyday life.”

-

“So,” Finn glances at Malcolm as he closes the passenger door. “Whaddya think you guys are gonna do tonight?”

Malcolm shrugs as they shift the car in reverse, and slowly move their way into the line of ever moving cars. “Who knows. Probably get food and watch a movie. Maybe play a game.”

“You sound less excited now.”

“It’s not that.” Malcolm leans his head against the window and watches as they inch forward. “I’m just realizing that this is the first time in years I’ve had the ability to talk to her alone. I dunno what’s gonna happen.”

They hum, and watch as a car up ahead almost runs into another in their hurry to get out of the parking lot. “Well, from the few times I’ve met your sister, I don’t think it’s going to be disastrous.” They glance over at Malcolm, whose eyes follow the group of students weaving between cars. “But you can call me if something happens. I don’t have anything important happening tonight.”

Malcolm hums, shrugs, and closes his eyes. “I dunno. I just don’t.”

Fyn turns onto the road and starts driving towards Malcolm’s. They exhale loudly through their nose.  “Neither do I. But it’ll be fine, I bet. You two don’t hate each other.”

He turns to look at them, and a small smile makes its way to his face. “Yeah, she kinda gives a shit.” He looks back out the window, shoulders relaxed. “Kinda bad at showing it sometimes, though.”

They grin. “Oh absolutely. I would give so much money to know why she thought to get you a moped when you don’t have a license, and don’t want to drive anything like that.”

That gets him to bark out a laugh. “Apparently she misinterpreted me wanting the moped LEGO as me wanting an actual moped. Apparently.”

“Well let me know when you’re actually able to drive it around, I need to be a passenger at least once before we graduate.”

“We’ll see if I ever get around to signing up for drivers ed, maybe I like being chauffeured around for cheap.”

Fyn smacks Malcolm’s arm. “Don’t you fucking dare, Mal. I’ll kill you, I know where you sleep.”

“You’d have to get past Airael. I swear to God that dude never sleeps.”

“Oh woe is me, I’ll have to grapple with the cool ass bassist that lives on a different floor than you.”

“Don’t underestimate how quickly he can get places. Once Cato yelled that tacos were ready, and Airael went from being on the second floor in the room farthest from the stairs to the kitchen in less than 10 seconds.”

“Damn.” They whistle. “I’d like to see that in action one day. See if I can replicate it for my own nefarious means.”

Malcolm laughs, and sits forwards in the seat. Fyn turns onto the street that eventually leads to his house. “I don’t think I could handle that, if you managed to appear out of nowhere so quickly. Who knows, maybe I’ll suddenly get a Power and it’s appearing in a way that’s unsettling only to you.”

He shudders. “Oh that would be the worst, please no.”

They only wink and smile, but it slowly fades as they creep closer to the house. They slow the car down more and more, before coming to a stop a good 200 feet away from the front door.

“What the fuck.” They whisper, eyes wide as they count one, two, three, eight cop cars stationed in front of Malcolm’s house, and two cars from the Heroes Association. Multiple cops, and two Heroes stand in front of the house, talking. They turn to grab Malcolm, but he’s already unbuckled and starting to open the door. “Wait, don’t-”

Fyn tries to catch up once he’s out, but he’s so much faster. “Malcolm!” They yell, but he can’t hear them, he’s pushing past cops and steering clear of the Heroes and running inside. He almost slips, Gemini must’ve spilled something, something that smells bad and wrong and horrible and-

“Get back over here, kid!”

Someone is yelling his name. It might be his name, he doesn’t know, he’s staring at the kitchen he had just been in earlier and there’s a wolf four times larger than him in the middle with an uncomfortably familiar blonde coat that’s soaked red and eyes that look just like Gemini’s, but that can’t be her eyes since she’s a person and a human who can’t do anything but play the drums and beat everyone during game night.

In front of the wolf is another person, it looks so like Airael except his eyes are bright red instead of their normal dark brown, and his teeth are too sharp and in the wrong places and there’s no torso connecting his arms and his legs, only the one laying by the fridge, so it can’t be, it can’t be-

There’s a shoe peeking out from behind the wolf. A shoe that might have been doodled on with a familiar hand, if it wasn’t absolutely soaked with. With red.

Something grabs his shoulder and he wrenches himself free as he stumbles around and the shoe is attached to a leg with cuffed jeans covered in sharpie and something red (no, no it’s not, it’s not), and the chest is absolutely shredded but he recognizes the hands. That’s the bracelet he made Absinthe why is it here? That should be with Absinthe and she’s not here with the wolf with Gemini’s eyes and the Airael look alike.

But that’s her face. That’s her face on her head with her hair looking into the distance. Malcolm follows her gaze, hoping to see anything, any sort of answer to what happened. There’s nothing, just the cabinet that holds plates. His knees hit the slick tile (oh God, it is) and he shakes her shoulder.

Nothing happens. Not even inside him. There’s nothing. But if this is Absinthe, then-

“Hey, twerp, you need to get out. We got questions for you.”

Malcolm glances back and sees the bright colors indicative of a Hero. A hero whose costume is covered in blood.

He tries to cover as much of Absinthe’s body and face as he can. “Hey, hey if this is a dream you can wake me up now.” He begs. “Please, please just wake me up, please.”

There’s a cacophony of noise playing in his head, everyone is talking, there’s a beat in his ears, Absinthe is talking to him but it was from this morning, he holds onto how her voice sounds, and how the words are hers every time.

Two hands grip onto his arms, and it hurts.

“Leave me alone!” He screams, and he tries to push out everything that’s running around in his head and his chest, and the hands go away and it’s quiet. “Please, I just want them to be okay.”

The symphony of pain and agony rings out again in his head, and quiets. His knees don’t feel wet and sticky anymore. Neither do his hands. He opens his eyes (when did he close them?) and sees them, all three of them as he remembered them. Gemini and Airael are holding hands side by side, and Absinthe is smiling. It looks like they could be asleep. Malcolm pulls Absinthe’s body close, and it’s so heavy, but when he hugs it close it almost feels like she’s right there, just a little too cold, and he cries.

[yesyourstalker]

Mahi: so this is where I work

Mizole: I've seen this one's drip tok!! I follow this one creator that does the shopping hauls she always shops here.

Maki:with yellow tentacles and pink fingertips. Yeah that's candy she's really nice. She's a regular.

Mizole: I was talking about dead tides. They have the long dark blue tentacles with red ends. She bought a really sick drum set and 5 pairs of boots like 10 shirts in her last video

Mahi: oh Samantha. She's nice.... In her videos

Mizole: Do they have any ' Reggie tartar' stuff?

Mahi: oh yeah we tons we just got a shipment of Reggie vinyl and limited addition turntable.... Even have shirts from last year's tour!

Mizole: Sick!! Wow! That's a nice guitar........ It's made by Dorsal Finn...... 450...................Do boooyfriends get discounts?

Mahi: Holy shit! He's my boyfriend!!!...... Uhhh I'm gonna ask my bo-

Neta: no

Mahi: ok.... sorry.... Neta stop embarrassing me!!

Neta: stop ruining my business!!

Mizole: That's fine, I was just joking. I can afford it but I could always buy it somewhere else!!

Neta: then do that. I don't give a fuck...... I'm not going to have an argument with a guy who only reaches my torso....cod.... Do whatever you want! Except for making out! Can't do that in my store.

Mahi: I wasn't going to!! Oh my Cod!!

Mizole: pffth Whatever....... he's your boss? He looks familiar

Mahi: yeah He used to play bass for squid squad for their last four tours and was on their demos for front roe........ he was also with ikkan......he also mentioned playing some cords for high tide era.

Mizole: I thought they were collaborating with diss-pair?

Mhai: It's a long story. I don't want to get into it.

Mizole: hmmm... Yeah I think I recognized him he also performed with squid squad at an award show........ He was pretty good. Wonder why he left..... He could have been with front roe

Mahi: He doesn't talk about it........ But he did open up the shop so he's still connected to music just in his own way. He still plays sometimes when the store is not so busy.

Mizole: or you just couldn't handle the pressure of fame......hey Warabi are you working here? Aren't you rich? Haha! Apparently not as much as I thought!

Warabi: I don't even explain shit- *sigh*..... .... I'm just here to gain skills and learn the value of a dollar..... good bye...... You piece of shit put you through the fucking glass talk to me like that.

Mahi:...............

Mizole:hahaha looks like I touched the nerve...... Anyway, do you play?

Mahi: what?

Mizole: an instrument? Do you play any instruments?

Mahi: Oh no I don't play. I mean I wanted to play but turns out I'm not really that good. I don't have an ear for music. I like it but I can't. My boss tried to teach me how to play bass. He even bought me my own base to play. I was terrible..... Like really bad like he wasted his money on me bad hehehehehmmmmm

Mizole: maybe he's not a good teacher. I can teach you how to play.

Mhai: I'm not good

Mizole: I like a challenge and... I like you so I don't think I'll be so bad.....

Mahi: uhhhh ohhhh ok.hehehe uh.. uh I'm sorry.....ok.... Maybe we can try teaching maybe tonight?

Mizole: yeah sure I meet at my place I have a studio downstairs. I can teach you any instrument you want.

Mahi: I'd like.....

Mizole: yeah.......

Neta: I said no making out

Mahi: we weren't!!!

Neta: well you look like you were about to so I had to put a stop to that. I'm happy that you found someone I think it's great but you need to- AH!..... I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT!

Taka: sorry babe, I just have some very exciting news. Did you dye your roots? Looks greener, looks nice. Very alternative.. I like..... Anyway, I have a surprise... We're going to put you on the cover of our new album!!! And going to go on tour with us!! And we have an interview lined up tomorrow!

Neta: No!! I specifically told you I will be on one song and that's it! I'm not doing anything else! Ok I don't want - I can't do this right now!

Taka: we don't have the album yet. We just need to do the photo shoot. Maybe have you in the background just come to the interview and we'll talk-

Neta: No! I just....... Can't drop everything and....I..I need to think.......... mizole get the fuck out my store. now.

Mhai: what did he do?

Neta: (through his teeth)nothing yet but I can only handle so much pretentious idiocy. So one of y'all has to leave and I choose him. Warabi.... You too go- go on your break or something....

Warabi: I just got here

Neta: You know what? Fuck it. We're closed. Everyone. Leave everyone. Get the fuck out I.... *sigh* just go. Everyone..................... Except you taka.. Cod........ You stay.

Taka: Oh I thought we were all going ....look.. I see you're a little upset but this collab is going to bring us even closer!

Neta: .........Oh my Cod. Sex is not worth this.....uh........ugh..... babe... I think we need to talk about boundaries.

Warabi: I still get paid right?

Neta: YES!!FUCKING!GO!

Mizole: well that's not sound business practice.......

Mahi: He's usually a really chill guy.........he's just having...... A moment right now.

Mizole: humph............Maybe you can come over to my place early.... we can order a pizza and maybe have a small jam sesh. Teach you some chords....

Mahi: that sounds nice.... I'd like that..... babe.........[kiss]

Neta: You can't make out outside of my store either!!!

Mahi: IT WAS ONE KISS! STOP!

Mizole: whatever.....old man! Let's head to my place.

Mahi belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

[piglet26]

Star Wars: The Last Jedi Rewatch

Well, here we go. The most divisive Star Wars maybe ever. No, that would be Rise of Skywalker or whatever it was called.

I never read the scroll. Probably should.

We open on The Resistance evacuating. I wonder how much time has passed. At the end of the first film The First Order knew where the Resistance was. Rey had time to leave. Ren healed up a bit.

ILM did a wonder job opening with the animation and the sound design is top notch during this film.

This slapstick skit with Poe and Hux is great.

Poe Dameron is someone you want on your team. Needed to learn some leadership skills, but he's a talented and brave man. Also Leia that Dreadnought needed to go so Poe got lucky with that one. I'm happy that Rian gave Poe more purpose this movie cause he needed the development.

General Hux my how you've tied my heart on the end of a string.

Finn, my boy! staying focused on his sole friend Rey. Once again I remind people that he literally has one friend in the world - Rey - who was ready to die with him and fight for him. He has no attachment to the Resistance he just met most of these people. It makes sense that his purpose would be finding his friend who he last saw passed out.

Ah here's the rub. Once again, any good will this film has bought so far goes down the tube once Luke throws his lightsaber. People mainly hated this film due to it's handling of Luke. I agree. I understand Rian Johnson had to come up with some reason Luke disappeared........ but this?! He abandons his friends and twin sister.

Where Rian Johnson succeeds is literally everywhere else. The scene between Snoke and Ren perfectly illustrates the imbalance and abuse between the two. The scene which I called "No More Daddies" where Ren smashes his mask into pieces is the beginning of his separation from hero/savior identifies. Adam Driver plays this scene perfectly mostly because unlike many other actors rage isn't something he's afraid to get access. He's very much like Al Pacino in that way. Also, please smash that mask to shit you're too gorgeous to keep that face behind a mask.

Luke Skywalker drinking Green Titty Milk. Yup, I understand why Star Wars fans HATE THIS. However, the impulse to run away to an island where it's literally just me, my dog and fish people......... I relate.

Luke "Where are you from"

Rey "Nowhere"

Luke "No one's from nowhere"

Rey "Jakku"

Luke "Alright that is pretty much nowhere."

Leia Organa is the strongest character of the OG3. Han Solo runs from his broken family and Luke runs from his failure. Leia just keeps soldiering on. Respect.

Once again as the First Order tracks The Resistance through lightspeed I wonder how The Republic won the last war and are currently this damn broke. How don't you have more impressive equipment, materials and a proper army?!

Poe Dameron "Permission to jump in an X-wing and blow something up."

Leia "Permission granted."

BB8 and Drones are the best.

[wweyaps]

Monday Night Raw "Live" Reaction

KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI!!!!

NICK ALDIS!!!!

RHEA RIPLEY!!!!!!!

AMERICA MADE!!!!

STEPHANIE VAQUER!!!!!!

sigh Logan Paul!

"Thank you, Michael Cole" sign,

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO Gunther suspended

Recap of Last Week's Paul Heyman Bullshit

SETH FREAKIN ROLLINS!!!!! WHOOAAAA OHHHHHHHHHH

BRON BREAKKER!!!!!!

love that Seth's still being his goofy ass with Bron Breakker

WHAT ARE THOSE GLASSES????

Rollins really pops against the black suits of Bron and Paul Heyman

SAMI ZAYN!?!?!?!

Rollins little dance <3

OH SHIT SAMI'S COMPARING ROLLINS TO CM PUNK AND ROMAN REIGNS

"For the longest time, I really started to believe that you just had this deep anger, this, like hatred for CM Punk and you sounded so self-righteous when you were talking about Roman Reigns, but now I'm starting to see that maybe your just jealous" - Sami Zayn

GET HIS ASS SAMI

NOT THE BLOODLINE COMPARISON

SAMI ZAYN THREATIN BRON BREAKKER!?!?!

ROLLINS WANTS TO MOVE SAMI OFF OF RAW TO "KEEP HIM SAFE"

AN ANSWER BY THE END OF THE NIGHT??!?!

Stephanie Vaquer V Iyo Sky March Recap

RHEA RIPLEY!!!!!! I EAT SLEEP BREATH THE DEMOMS IN YOUR DREAMS!!!!

oh she's so cunty

RHEA RIPLEY V ROXANNE PEREZ

Roxanne really just going for that leg

Giulia appears

GIULIA INTERFERS

GIULIA AND ROXANNE PEREZ JUMP RHEA RIPLEY

IYO SKY TO THE RESCUE!!!!

THEY'RE JUMPED IYO SKY

RHEA CHARGE AND THE NXT STARS RUN

JUDGEMENT DAY!!!!

ah a Finn Balor and JD McDonagh convo

Oh no they're not keeping Finn Balor in the loop

Sigh Logan Paul time

"Hey, hey, hey I get it. You're from Kansas City. You're a victim of circumstance. You don't know greatness when its standing right in front of you. You people are just so, so stupid." - Logan Paul

OH SHIT LOGANS GOING FOR THE HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE

JEY USO!!!! YEET YEET!!!!

*Jey Uso intro* "is it a yeet party, Logan?" "Logan's going have to get used to this" - Pat McAfee and Michael Cole

AWWWWWW THE INTERACTION WITH THE KID

"Yeet? You sound stupid, Uce." - Logan Paul

"Here's how this is going to go. That title, I'm going to take it from you. And you are going to do what you always do, and that is crash out, screw up and lose that title in less time than you held the intercontinental championship." - Logan Paul

SUPER KICK TO LOGAN PAUL

THE WAR RAIDERS!!!!!

WAR RAIDERS V JUDGEMENT DAY'S FINN BALOR AND JD MCDONAGH!!!!!!

Oh the New Day is there

"MONDAY NIGHT RAW IS WAR" "You do that's every time and it's never funny" "War? You're out here promoting War?" - Pat McAfee and The New Day

"We would never hurt a hair on his head" "Because. He's. Bald." - Kofi Kingston and Xavier Woods

Goddamn JD McDonagh's killing it

IVAR THROWS FINN BALOR AT NEW DAY

IS JUDGEMENT DAY GOING TO WIN????

PENTA INTERFERENCE?!?!?!

WAR RAIDERS WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SAMI ZAYN!!!! OTIS!!!!

EUGH PAUL HEYMAN

Oh Bron Breakker wants a match against Sami Zayn

oh? so if Sami goes to SmackDown, hell have a match with the winner of the John Cena v Randy Orton

BECKY LYNCH!!!!

no way.....she's the one who took Bayley out last week....who would have guessed?

Ah she hates Bayley for shittalking her

LYRA VALKYRIA!!!!!

She's looking cunty

GOD SHUT UP WITH THE "WHATS?"

Becky Lynch's running?

Oh she's too good for Kansas city

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING

Now Becky runs

Penta and Nick Aldis promo

CHAD GABLE

Penta V JD McDonagh next week

"Hey, Penta, you losing wasn't my favorite part of WrestleMania. It was watching your useless brother Fenix drop his first match to El Grande Americano." - Chade Gable

PENTA KICKED CHAD GABLE

RUSSEV USEV PROMO

Oh he sees himself as a savior for "failures" of wrestlers

STEPHANIE VAQUER V IVY NILES

I just know from this pairing that Stephanie Vaquer is gonna win

I do like Ivy Niles gear tho

Chad Gable at ringside for support ig

IVY NILES GETS SLAMMED

CHAD GABLE INTERFERENCE

"This is awesome" chant

STEPHANIE VAQUER WIN!!!!

damn that match was entertaining

AJ STYLES!!!!!

Liv Morgan's going to film a movie?

Oh Dominiks also wants time off

Is AJ going go for the intercontinental title?

Karrion Kross being a menace to Sami Zayn for his decision

Gunther Attack Recap

Pat McAfee Yap Session

On the table?

Oh it's about loyalty

Awwww he called Michael Cole the Greatest of all time

"Michael Cole" chants

PAT MCAFEE WANTS GUNTHER'S SUSPENSION TO BE LIFTED?!?!?!?

AND WANTS TO FIGHT HIM

the suspension won't be lifted?

A SANCTIONED PAT MACAFEE V GUNTHE AT BACKLASH????

John Cena and Randy Orton Career Recap

Jey Uso checks on Sami Zayn

Awww I love them <3

LOGAN PAUL SNEAK ATTACK ON JEY USO

Decision Time

Rollins just be stroking his ego

Oh he's begging Sami to take the easy way out

OH SAMIS FIGHTING BACK

HES NOT GOING TO STAND FOR HIS THREATS

BRON BREAKKER V SAMI ZAYN

Samis getting his ass beat

Seth Rollins really just begging him to take the deal

A SPEAR TO SAMI ZAYN

SETH ROLLINS WITH A STOMP TO SAMI ZAYN

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Three Days

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan Walker

We say our goodbyes to Quincy and Rhys but a few minutes later they're ringing the doorbell.

Emmett opens the door.

I'm turned around backwards on the couch so I can see.

Quincy looks mad.

"Can we come in for a second?"

Since they lived here yesterday I don't see why not.

"Of course," Emmett tells them, stepping back to make room.

Rhys has his arms behind his back and is very upset.

He was mostly fine when we hugged good-bye but he's not now.

He's crying.

"What's wrong Rhys?"

Is it the tattoos?

He comes towards me and starts blubbering.

"I wrong and I sorry, Finn. I was bad but I liked it so much and I didn't means to."

What? What did he do?

He brings his hands forward and he has my Spiderman cup.

"That's my cup."

Quincy takes it from Rhys and hands it to me.

"Yes it is and I'm very sorry that Rhys was rude and took it."

He wipes the tear from Rhys cheek and tells him to.

"Give him the wand too."

He hands me one of the bubble wands.

They're mostly empty and I wouldn't mind him taking that.

"He can have that, I don't mind."

Quincy isn't having it.

"No. If he had asked I would let him have it if you were okay with it but he didn't, he took it, so now he's returning it." 

Then he says softly...

"If that comes home with us I'll spank and then fuck you with it." 

Oh, that was for Rhys.

Quincy does that thing where his body curses even if his mouth doesn't.

He's really mad now.

"Where are YOUR shoes, Rhys? Shit, sorry Emmett."

"Where?"

"Back door," he answers softly and Emmett goes to get them.

"Are you mad at me Finn?"

I don't wanna be but I am.

"Kinda, that's my night night cup and I only have one."

He looks surprised.

"You only has one? I have like ten."

"So why'd you take mine if you have a bunch?" I ask.

He kicks off Emmett's sandals and stares at his feet.

"Don't know. I sorry. Maybe if Quincy wouldn't catch me right away I'd get to see you again to give it back. I don't wanna go home."

Aww... he looks so sad.

I go around and give him a hug.

"I'm not mad anymore but Rhys, it's not nice to take things. It makes people sad."

"I didn't know, I sorry."

Emmett has brought his sandals over and he slips them on.

"Sorry Emmett."

"That's okay Rhys, this time. You won't do it again, will you?"

He looks up at him, wide-eyed.

"No. Promise."

"Good."

Quincy apologizes yet again.

"Sorry about that, I think that's all he has but I'll mail anything else I find. Rhys, that's three things so you know what that means."

Rhys gasps.

"Three days? No Quincy I die."

"You will not die. We need to get on the road guys, see you soon."

He and Emmett say something else I can't hear when they're just outside the door but he comes back over to me when they leave again.

"So what would you like to do this afternoon, Finnegan?"

"Don't know."

I'm in a weird mood.

The whole day has been odd and talk of the tattoo and house really pulled me out of headspace but I'm doing pretty good now.

"Something fun."

I don't know what though, really.

I kinda wanna do everything and nothing.

"I feel lazy."

"Same, honestly. I hate to not use our last day to the fullest but I'm sort of wiped out. Why don't we take the afternoon off and go do something this evening?"

That sounds perfect.

"Okay. Emmett. By the way... what's three things and three days?"

Rhys said he might die and I'm worried.

"Ah, well, since Rhys enjoys spankings so much, Quincy had to come up with a new punishment for stealing."

"Days?"

How is that a punishment?

"Yep, poor Rhys doesn't get to release for three days."

My mouth forms a huge... 'OH'.

"No."

Three days is a long time, specially when you're having lovies and yummies.

"I doubt he'll be stealing your stuff again, darling. So, it's Saturday night which means they'll probably have fireworks somewhere. Maybe we can do a picnic for dinner and watch the fireworks."

"Yes."

What I really need this afternoon is to wear nothing but some little undies around the house.

I strip right there in the living room and Emmett sits on the couch and beckons me over.

He puts on the ballgame and covers me up with the little blanket that's always draped over the arm of the couch.

I decide that I'm going to get what he owes me.

Time for an afternoon snack.

It's very easy to get to him and I don't bother asking because he promised.

"Finnegan... You... damn. Okay, go ahead, Babe."

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 20b

*Warning Adult Content*

Location - Part 2

- Knox -

Knox walks over to his bike and climbs on, ignoring the whispers and chuckling coming from Alvin and Gavin.

It's been clear all his brothers believe he's whipped over Everett.

Knox doesn't have the time to think about it and he isn't allowed a break when he finally makes it back to the clubhouse because Gavin calls for an emergency meeting after receiving several panicked texts from Donovan, the man in charge of running their strip club, informing him that it's been bombed to pieces.

Gavin isn't worried about the damage because insurance will fix whatever's been destroyed.

The important part is that the club isn't open on Sundays, so no one was there to get hurt.

"Russell definitely fucking knows," Gavin says after entering the basement and taking a seat at the table. "No one else would do something this bold. But if he wants to play the game like this, then we need to strike back even harder."

Everyone grunts in agreement, then Alvin makes a wild suggestion.

"What about their little construction business and the brothel? We should take both of them out."

Gavin shakes his head.

"We don't harm women, so the brothel is off limits. That place is always running anyway, so it'd be a waste of time trying to get it cleared for us to attack."

"Then we fuck up their construction business," Harry says.

"Right. I'm going to call our lawyer tomorrow and loop him in on everything because who knows what the fuck Russell is planning on doing with that footage." Gavin sighs, anxiously tapping his fingers on the table. "Mason, what's the current status with Ghost? Still nothing?"

"Ah, one second..." Mason speedily types away on his laptop, his brows furrowed in concentration. "I got something! It looks like he used his credit card at the Mesa Hills Mall earlier today and then again at the Cupid's Stop Motel which is just outside of town."

"What the fuck is he doing this close to our territory?" Alvin questions aloud. "Why would he stick around after the bombing? This doesn't make any sense. It's like he wants us to catch him."

"This may very well be a trap, so we need to be careful about how we investigate it," Gavin says. "Once we capture Ghost, we'll be one step closer to destroying Russell and that footage."

"According to The Jackals schedule pulled from the USB, the next drop they're set to pick up is three weeks out but it's a different supplier," Mason adds. "Maybe Ghost will show up to personally see that things don't fall off the rails like what had happened with Oz. What are you thinking, Pres?"

"We're going to do the same thing that we did with Oz, so prepare yourselves for another potential battle," Gavin answers. "Now, who wants to volunteer to go scope out this motel?"

Knox still hasn't checked on Everett, so he doesn't raise his hand.

Glancing around the table at those who do, he finally notices Finn's absence.

He checks his phone to verify the text Gavin sent out to everyone about there being an emergency meeting, so Finn received it,and he should be here right now.

The fact that he isn't only confirms Knox's earlier suspicions about something having gone terribly wrong while he'd been away.

Everett and Finn might be dying in a fucking ditch somewhere for all he knows.

"I have to go."

Knox abruptly stands from the table mid-conversation, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides.

He gives Gavin a look that speaks a thousand words.

"I need to check on him. Something isn't right," Knox whispers urgently.

Gavin says nothing in response, only nods.

Knox storms out of the room and heads straight to Everett's bedroom.

He doesn't waste time knocking on the door.

"Shit," Knox exhales sharply. "Where the hell are you, kitten?"

Knox's stomach doubles in on itself while he scans the empty room, not missing the frantic way the drawers have been pulled open on the dresser and not pushed back in.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to conclude that Everett has run away.

The questions Knox repeatedly asks himself are Why? and Where could he have gone? as he sends out several messages to Everett and Finn while making his way upstairs to Finn's bedroom.

The door is locked, so Knox kicks it open.

Fucking empty... Did he end up chasing after Everett?

Knox is shaking by the time he makes it back to the basement to pull Mason out of the meeting.

His voice comes out rough when he speaks.

"Need you to do a quick favor for me. It's life or death."

Mason eyes light up with concern.

"Is it about the kid?"

"And Finn," Knox says. "I need to know where they both are right now. Can you track their phones? You did it for me once before. Neither are answering my texts and calls and I'm afraid... I'm thinking something bad might've happened after they left the clubhouse for whatever fucking reason."

"Of course." Mason nods. "I need my laptop, so just hang tight here."

"Finn is currently at his girlfriend's place. He's safe," Mason says, swallowing hard.

"But Everett... his, uh, last known location before he shut his phone off was at the Cupid's Stop Motel."

"What?" Knox blinks, taking a step back. "But isn't that where you said Ghost..."

"Listen to me, brother," Gavin slowly steps forward, speaking softly. "I don't know what the hell is going on here right now but I promise you we'll get your boy back safely..."

"FUCK," Knox bellows, his fist flying into a nearby wall.

He ignores Gavin's pleas to remain calm and instead spins around to march out of the room.

[deadghosy]

★Imagines of them accidentally hitting you★

Robin Arellano

You probably sneaked attacked him making him go into fight or flight mode. Which is definitely fight mode. So he swings and hits you, making you fall on your ass flat.

“CARIÑO, WTF WERE YOU THINKING?!”

He’s just yelling at you in Spanish now cause of that stupid ass stunt you pulled.

"¡NO PUEDO CREER QUE TE HAYA GOLPEADO! ¿SABES LO MALO QUE ES?”

So after him yelling at you while making sure he didn’t leave a bruise on you. After he sees there are no bruises, he definitely smacks your head.

“Fucking dumbass.” “Robin, I said I was sorry-”

Finney Blake

You scared him as a prank by putting a killer clown mask. Which you didn’t expect was that he actually fought back by punching you.

I guess those lessons from robin paid off.

“ARRGHHH” “AH WTF” *punches you*

You kinda hit the ground too hard to the point this mf knocked you out.

Finn pulls the mask off of you to expect some random asshole, but indeed the asshole was you. So finney freaked out about punching you.

“Y/n?! OH GOD IM SO SORRY!!”

Starts thinking he killed you cause you haven’t responded to him about 5 minutes until you woke up.

“awOah!” You sat up straight and looked at him. “Damn Finn where the hell did you learn how to punch hard?” “Robin.” “Of fucking course…”

Gets you an ice pack and says sorry but also saying that he isn’t cause you shouldn’t have done that.

Vance Hopper

Tbh he would probably hit you cause he probably thought you was some douche trying to mess up his score.

You grabbed his shoulder roughly and this man went full on fight mode like Robin.

*grabs you arm and starts twisting it, then kicks your legs to make you fall”

“VANCE, VANCE ITS FUCKING ME, CHILL!!”

He actually sees its you and clicks his tongue. He picks you up from the ground, carries you on his back to his house.

He actually takes good care of the bruises he caused you. And to make sure you learn your lesson, he smacks where it hurts on your legs and arm.

“OUCH, Wtf dude?!” “Should’ve dodged like I taught you dumbass…”

𝓑𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓨𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓪

Now we all know how clumsy you are sometimes but you are a totally dunce.

Apparently you weren’t looking where you were going by looking away while walking on the baseball field.

Short story, Bruce hit you with his baseball bat cause you were behind him.

He didn’t even know you were behind him. He was too busy practicing how to swing much better.

“MOTHER FUCKER” “FUCKING COW ON A ROASTED STICK” “ARRGGHHH”

“Stop complaining. I’m literally just putting ice to make sure it won’t swell up more.”

“Don’t you love me?” :,( “don’t try that shit with me y/n”

“NO PUEDO CREER QUE TE GOLPEÉ, ¿SABES LO MALO QUE ES ESO?!” = “I CANT BELIEVE I HIT YOU, DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THAT IS?!”

Cariño=Dear

┆HEY Deadghosy here! I hope you like this imagine. Mwah I hope you are all having a wonderful day/night! DEADGHOSY OUT PEACE!

[themultifandomgal]

Isaiah Jesus- Button Up Your Overcoat

"Listen, big boy, now that you got me made

Goodness but I'm afraid

Somethin's gonna happen to you

Listen, big boy, you gotta be hooked and how

I would die if I should lose you now

Button up your overcoat

When the wind is free

Take good care of yourself

You belong to me

Eat an apple every day

Get to bed by three

Take good care of yourself

You belong to me

Be careful crossina streets, ooh ooh

Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh"

"Should you be singing that in your shop Miss YLN" I turn around and see Isaiah walking in through the shop door with Finn and Michael. Turning down the record playing I greet my boyfriend and his two friends

"I was just about to close the shop then meet you at the Garrison"

"Well we were going to ask if you could make us some fresh sweets?"

"Zigh you know my dad does all of that"

"You know how to though. You've watched him plenty of times. Please?" he pleads and I give in to him way too easily

"Fine, but your not turning off my Ruth Etting record" I tell the boys

"Whatever makes you make some sweets for us" Micheal chuckles

"What am I making? barley sugar? butter mints? fruit rock?"

"Fruit rocks. Lemmon, apple, strawberry and orange"

"Fine" I sigh and get everything ready to make the sweets. I first start making a mixture of sugar water and corn syrup, heating it up until it's over 300 decrees then I pour it on the marble slap "now if I'm making this just for you. You have to share with Tommy, Arthur and John. Not forgetting Lizzie, Esme and the kids. Oh and you all have to help me with the hook"

"I'll help you" Finn flexes his arms earning an eye roll off me. I separate the mixture once it's cooled. I then add the flavouring and the colouring before handing them off to the boys to stretch.

Once the sweets have been made and bagged up Finn and Micheal leave giggling like school children

"Who knew you boys would get so excited about sweets?"

"Well we can only have the best" Isaiah hands me a sweet "and you my dear have the best sweet shop in Small Heath"

"You flatter me Mr Jesus. Now help me clean up and then we can go to the Garrison"

Isaiah helps go clean up the mess I made before I take my coat, put it on and leave the shop, locking it up behind me. The bitter cold chill of the winters air hits my face

"Bloody hell Isaiah button up your overcoat. You'll catch yourself a cold"

"I think I'll be ok YN" he places his arm around my waist and we walk to the garrison "you however you only have to stick a finger out of a window and you'll catch a cold. You'll be making yourself cough drops"

"I won't be making anything especially if you catch a cold after I've warned you" this causes Isaiah to laugh as we enter the Garrison

"Come on love the boys will make fun of me if I wore my coat done up and a scarf"

"Well I think you look quite fetching with your overcoat done up, a scarf and some gloves" I push open the doors to the snug

"I'm glad you do but I wouldn't look very intimidating"

"Wait until I start telling the world that Isaiah Jesus loves a bath with rose petals and candles"

"You'll be the death of me woman" I laugh sitting down next to Ada

"What are you two bickering about now" she laughs

"Isaiah wouldn't button up his overcoat. I told him he'd catch a cold"

"Here we go again. I'll go and get you a drink love" he kisses my head before leaving the room

"Thanks for the sweets YN, the kids will love them"

"You know I'll sneak them sweets anytime John. Just have to pop into the shop"

"Ah not sure your mother and father would be impressed" Finn says

"What are you on about? my parents love you all"

"No I mean about the sneaking sweets. Tried that once and had a slapped wrist. Bloody hurt" Finn rubs his wrist in memory making me laugh remembering when we were younger

"Well we were little shits then"

"Still are now" Tommy grumbles before sipping his whisky.

Before we leave the Garrison at the end of the evening I make sure to button up Isaiah's coat, at first the Shelby's made fun of him before I made sure they had all of their coats buttoned up as well.

However annoyingly the following day I woke up with a blocked nose and no one else had. Isaiah was right. Next time I'm out late I will make sure I have a hat, scarf and gloves.

[jake-g-lockley]

Uncontrollable: Part 1 (Poe Dameron x fem!reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist | Part 2

Summary: You are sworn enemies with Poe Dameron, but alcohol likes to tell a different story. Warnings: MINORS DNI. Swearing, alcohol consumption (drink responsibly kids), fem masturbation, heavy smut in next part. Word Count: 2.2 k words

A/N: If you think Part 1 is descriptive, wait till y'all see part two. I seriously have no idea what possessed me to write this but here we are. More moon boys stuff coming soon hehe. (GIF not mine)

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Your POV

“That was a shit job! Snap, back me up on this.” your voice cuts through the cheers that greeted you as you climb out of your X-Wing, ripping off your vest.

“You’re the one who decided it was best to ignore your commanding officer and do whatever the fuck you wanted to do!” The Commander’s voice echoed around the docking bay and people turned to watch the bickering unfold.

You were not going down without a fight. Not yet today. Never. Not when the argument was with him.

“I said I had everything under control and I was going to blast that last TIE out of the fucking sky, when you decided that it’ll be be best to let your big ass ego take control of you again and stop me!” You yell as you take a step closer to the fuming pilot.

“You could have been killed if I didn’t cover you!”

“So? Why the fuck do you care if I’m dead or alive, Commander?” Your words echoed through the hangar.

For once in your life, the commander was rendered silent. His gaze hardened and he scowled, clenching his jaw, upper lip twitching.

“The both of you need to stop this nonsense at once.” A shiver ran down your spine as you spun around to see the General walking towards you and Poe.

“All this constant bickering for weeks. You both do realize that we’re fighting on the same side, right?” She questioned as you and Poe hung your heads. “This was an overall win and you both should be celebrating, not throwing insults like a bunch of teenagers.”

You hated every single second that he was in the room with you and your sleeping arrangements at base were not helping either. Due to some stupid scheduling issue, he was your bunk mate and you both had to share quarters. You endlessly tried to opt for a transfer after every argument but the transfers were denied every single time.

“The both of you need to loosen up, go have some fun. That is an order.” You grimaced at Leia’s words but nodded.

You really didn’t like disappointing Leia. She was, afterall, the reason why you were here in the first place. She was right, you and him were fighting on the same side no matter how much you despised him. Besides, the overall win was something to definitely celebrate and you needed something to take the edge off the anger you were currently feeling.

Few drinks in and you were a different person, making up dances with Rose, throwing your head back and laughing at anything that you thought was funny. You were relatively tipsy when you leaned onto the table to take another shot, blurily locking eyes with your sworn enemy, who was leaning casually in a seat close to your right.

“Oh, look who's here to spoil my night. Commander Casanova. Thought you’d be fucking some mechanic or tech in some alley somewhere…” you slurred, leaning close to him, your nose inches from the shell of his ear.

“Ah, so you were thinking about me fucking, huh?” he whispered.

“Oh, fuck you.” You lowly laughed in his ear and grabbed the shot, downing it and slamming the glass back onto the table.

“I think you should go slow on the drinks, Y/N.” Finn chastised, patting your forearm.

“Well, I think I shouldn’t, mom.” you say sticking out your tongue and turning to walk back to the dance floor.

You continued your little pattern; dancing, drinking, peeing and repeating, till you were drunk beyond comprehension. Still, that one lingering thought remained in your head.

Poe Dameron.

Fuck, you hated him so much that you spent hours just thinking about how you would absolutely destroy him. All the pranks and ignoring rank didn’t quench your thirst for the hatred you felt. It was like an uncontrollable addiction, hating him. You hated that he was always so optimistic, brave and cocky. You hated the fact that he was such an amazing pilot and commander. You hated that he tried to save your life. You hated the praises that he would often dish out to the squadron. You hated his stupid cute face and fluffy boyish curls.

Cute? Maker, you were definitely losing it.

You stumbled towards your room, thoughts swimming nauseatingly around your head. After a few tries with the keypad, the door flew open and you stumbled into the darkness of your room. You kicked off your boots and jumped into your bed with the last of your strength.

“Ah, so you were thinking about me fucking, huh?” his voice echoed in your head as you shifted in your bed.

Yes, yes you were and still are. You’ve heard tales of his endeavors and a part of you wanted to experience it yourself. The rumors were not enough, you wanted to feel his rough skillful hands running down every inch of your body. You wanted those commanding lips of his to whisper dirty secrets into your ears till you surrendered all of your being to him.

But you also wanted that pilot with such sacrilegious and obscene sin that could even make a sith blush, cower and hide. You wanted to do things to him that were so filthy it made you squirm as you felt the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. Immediately, you bring two of your fingers to your lips and suck them, pulling the wet digits out and sliding them down your pants with your bottom lip between your teeth.

The second they came into contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, you sigh, his name tumbling out of your mouth. You giggled stupidly at how his name rolled off your tongue with ease, the alcohol making you nearly delirious as you slipped a finger into your wetness for some relief.

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Poe’s POV Poe squinted into the darkness, almost positive that he heard his name being called. He listened intently until he heard it again and it was coming from the bottom bunk. His eyes widened at the sound of your voice, and an electrifying shiver coursed through his body as he shot up from his bed. Silently, he peeked over the top bunk to look down at you and saw you writhing in your sleep. He glanced at the clock and slowly slipped out of bed, climbing down the ladder to wake you up from whatever dream you were having. Then, a gut-wrenching moan tore through the silence of the room making him stumble.

His eyes scan over your form and his mouth dropped when his gaze trailed over your right arm that was slotted between your legs. He knelt down beside your bed and stared, not believing what he was seeing. Your eyes were blissfully shut, wet lips parting slightly, looking absolutely divine in the dark. You arched your back, and moaned his name again as the shameful wet sound of your pussy filled his ears. He thickly swallowed as he watched your left hand traveled up your thigh and slipped under your resistance issued shirt to palm your tit.

“Fuck, use my body to do whatever you please, Poe.” you whined and Poe had to grip the edge of the bed tighter to physically stop his hands from moving. He knew that if he started on you, he couldn’t trust himself to stop.

Poe shifted uncomfortably as he felt his own arousal take over his body. For the second time today, you had rendered him absolutely stunned and speechless. Watching you was absolute torture but he didn’t want you to stop. You never called him by his first name, always by his ranking and you saying his name in this suggestive position was absolutely sacred to him. His name sounded like a prayer in your shallow breath and it clawed through him like a painful poison, squeezing the air out of his lungs.

The vulgar sounds around him escalated and he knew you were close. He watched with lust blown eyes as your body shudders and your toes curl under the pressure that had built up in you. Poe bit his bottom lip so hard that he drew blood as you soundlessly mouthed his name again and again.

Fuck.

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Your POV “Ughh…”

You woke up with a splitting headache and you got up to dash to the refresher to puke as the nausea took over every cell of your body. You stared at the state of your face in the mirror above the sink and decided that it wasn’t your worst hangover look. You shrugged, pulling your toothbrush to brush the icky taste out of your mouth.

You strained, trying to remember the events of last night. The last thing you could remember was the snarky remark that Poe whispered in your ear. You roll your eyes and shake your head, stepping out of the refresher. You glance at Poe’s bunk and he wasn't there, his bed was neatly made as usual. You shrug your yesterday’s clothes off and pull on a fresh pair, throwing the dirty laundry into the basket beside the bed.

You trudged into the cantina with a scowl etched to your face, and slumped onto a bench where Finn handed you a mug of steaming coffee.

“I warned you to slow down, Y/N.” he said, patting your back and fondly ruffling your hair as you grumpily sip the coffee.

“Did I do something stupid yesterday, mother?” you say to Finn, only to hear a scoff from Poe who was sitting beside Finn.

“Not that I know of?” Finn said, narrowing his eyes and glancing at Poe.

Your gaze met Poe’s and a chill ran down your spine. He was staring at you with a ghost of a smirk etched onto his face, his eyes darker than usual. You blink and look away, confused. Soon after you did, Poe got up and left without a word.

“What’s up with Mr. Grumpy Pants?” you question, your eyes following him out of the cantina.

“Don’t ask me, I don’t know.” Finn said, holding his hands up.

You sigh and scroll through your datapad, looking at your schedule for the day. ‘Training with Black Leader’ was on the top of the schedule and you groaned, not wanting to spend the whole morning training with Poe. Still, you gulped down the rest of your coffee, said bye to Finn and made your way to the training facility.

Poe was there, his hands wrapped as he hit the punching bag in front of him, wearing a tank top and cargo pants, his jacket discarded at the corner of the facility. His muscles glistened with sweat as he pounded the bag with immense strength.

“Wanna spar, Commander?” you ask smugly, but he continued to ignore you, administering more punches to the bag.

You shrug and settle down onto the floor to start stretching as you watch him, popping a chewstim into your mouth. Something seems to be bothering him immensely because that punching bag was really getting pummeled left right and center. A wave of pleasure surged through you with the realization that something was making Poe Dameron extremely riled up.

“Today’s session is going to be fun.” You thought as your jaw worked the chewstim.

Poe continued his assault on the punching bag until every single member of the Black Squadron had arrived.

“Alright, everyone take your places.” his voice boomed around the facility.

You got up and shuffled towards Jessika, but you felt a strong hand close around your wrist, pulling you until you were flush against a wall of muscle. You swallow the gasp that threatened to escape you as you turn around to look at Poe, who kept his gaze on the rest of the members.

You continue to hold your steady gaze at him as he belted out instructions that you barely hear from the rush of blood that sounded in your ears. His hand is still gripping your wrist tightly and you were sure he was leaving a bruise on you but you were too shocked to move.

Once he was done instructing the rest, he lowered his lips to your ears.

“Spit that gum out before I force it out of you.” he whispered and you rolled your eyes.

You wrench your wrist out of his grasp and walk to the bin and spat it out before joining Poe in the center of the facility. Without a word, the both of you start sparring, Poe skillfully deflecting your attacks and advancements while simultaneously avoiding your eye contact. You draw back and prowl around Poe, trying to catch his eye.

“What the fuck is up with you today?” you say, before you can stop yourself.

“No talking while sparring.” he simply says and starts administering hits that you blocked.

“No, really, what's got you so riled up, Commander.” you tease again, picking the clearly bleeding scab.

Without subsequent warning, Poe grabs you and flips you over, your body landing onto the floor with a thud, the breath knocked out of you as he knelt beside you. As you take a deep breath and rub your aching chest with your hand, he leaned in to whisper something in your ear.

“I can use your body to do whatever I please.”

You lay there for a while, trying to comprehend what he had just said. Suddenly, to your horror, a memory left your subconscious and hammered its way to the front of your mind.

“Fuck, use my body to do whatever you please, Poe.”

He knows.

He was there.

Oh, you royally fucked up.

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Tagging: @ahookedheroespureheart @mintpurplemnm

[cyan-skulls-writing]

"If you want to get a reaction out of her you have to do some wild shit like grab her titty." Ok so let me do it, please write them getting their titty grabbed playfully ♡. I'm a nipple pincher.

ok jesus, fine, here it is

Arcane Characters + Getting their Titty Grabbed

i’m gonna call this one nsfw just to be safe, 18+ only minors DNI

with: Jayce, Vander, Finn, Sevika, Ambessa, Grayson

gender/body neutral

See, you grab his titty and Jayce gets really confused. He’s never done this to anyone, he thinks it would be disrespectful, and he doesn’t find it disrespectful when you do it to him, he’s just?? Confused?? Jayce has massive tits he just doesn’t know that, no one’s ever told him, and you think that’s a damn shame. If you pinch his nips, now he thinks he gets that this is like. A sexual thing for you? He’s not against it he just doesn’t understand.

“Hey, what— uhhh. Baby? What are you grabbing my chest for? My— I don’t have— ah! Okay, okay, I think I get it. Can we uh… explore this somewhere more private, though?”

Vander is just sort of bemused. He tries to laugh it off but you are fucking latched on there like a starfish and you’re not letting go. You pinch his nips and he barks like a small dog. In private he will be groping you back, in public though, he turns bright red and leaves the room. If he has to drag you off of him he will.

“Hey— what are you— ah! Alright, I’m, uh, gonna go.”

Finn like. Doesn’t react. This is insane but he actually doesn’t really care that much. There is nothing you can do to this man to embarrass him, he is unshakable— until you pull out the “good boy” in public. Something about it just makes him melt— its the only way to push him anywhere near subspace, and making him soft in public sort of really embarrasses him.

“Oh, hey. Do you need something? Hahaha, you sure you don’t want something from me?”

As stated, this will get a reaction out of Sevika. The reaction is she throws you over her shoulder to drag you to bed and fuck you stupid. If shes blushing like crazy, that’s nobody’s business but her own. She is not playing around. Your ass will be bright red and she will deal back the pinching until it hurts you to wear a shirt. Your tits will be sore by the time she’s done with you.

“Hey, honey, what’s— hey! Alright, come on. No, no, if you wanna be a brat, I can handle that.”

Ambessa is a little bit scary about it— she grabs your wrists and moves your hands away. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t have to, the look on her face is enough to get you to stop. In private, though, she doesn’t care if you use her tits as your own personal stress ball. Shell just go on with whatever she was doing until you come out and tell her what you want.

“Hi baby, how are you? Hmm. What? Do you need something? Aww, come on, honey, use your words.”

Grayson is an unmovable rock, unless you grab her tits in front of her enforcers. She’s red immediately— she has you off the ground in a moment, lifting out of reach of her chest and lecturing you ass she puts you down elsewhere so she can try and regain her dignity and the respect of her subordinates.

“Wha— no. I can’t believe you, doing this sort of thing in public, I have to be respectable to these people—“

the quote “I’m a nipple pincher.” made my soul leave my body