#Finn is getting fed up

[kimmiessimmies]

Winter 08: Release (6/31)

Finn gently grabbed Sadie's hand, "You really were brilliant, Sade..."

He proceeded to pull her closer, but Sadie turned her face away. "Finn... Please don't... I'm not ready for this..."

Finn sighed, letting go of her, "Why not Sade...? What is it you want then? Because I don't know anymore."

[deansambrcse]

finn and damian getting into each other’s faces

[faofinn]

Day 27 - Car Crash

@mediwhumpmay

It had been a long, long shift. Fao was exhausted as he drove home, the radio turned up loud to try and keep him awake. He’d bought a coffee before he left, but the caffeine hadn’t kicked in yet, and he was desperate for his bed. He’d been called in early that morning, after not a lot of sleep, and then had worked a full shift on top of that. It was a cold, rainy day, one of those winter days where he’d hardly seen the sun, commuting in the dark. He knew the roads, he wasn’t far from home now. 

He was starting to feel a bit more alive, the coffee kicking in a little and the thought of being home perking him up. The streetlights blurred a warm yellow in the rain on his windscreen, before being wiped clean moments later. The radio was playing one of his favourite songs, another boost after a very long day. That was, until someone pulled out of a junction in front of him. He’d seen them, surely they’d seen him. But no, they pulled out straight in front of him, and as much as he’d slammed on the brakes, the rain had made the road slippery, and the person had pulled out too late. The car skidded, Fao tried his best to control it, but it was no use. He collided with them, a screech of tyres and metal. 

For a moment, everything was silent, Fao’s ears ringing from the impact. It took him back, memories of a time he’d rather forget, but then the sound of rain on the roof brought him back to the present. His thoughts were slow, sluggish, and it was an effort to get his brain to work. He was alive, he could breathe relatively pain free. Good. Could he move his arms? Fingers? Yes. That meant he could reach for his phone, somehow unscathed, and struggled to call 999 with shaky hands, the adrenaline and shock coursing through him. There was shattered glass everywhere, but it was so dark he could barely see anything else. 

They took their time arriving, or at least it felt like that to Fao. Seconds fet like minutes, minutes felt like hours. Fao was vaguely aware of pain, up his right leg, but he knew he needed to get out, to see if the other person was hurt. Probably given how hard he’d hit them. He struggled to get the door open, the metal warped, but eventually managed to force it open. He scrambled out of the car, into the pouring rain. It was then as he took weight through his right leg that the pain intensified and the leg gave out from under him, and he hit the wet tarmac hard. 

The ambulance had just turned up as Fao stood, and then immediately went down. They swore, requested backup, and jumped out the truck.

"You alright, mate? Just stay still, yeah? Don't move for a moment."

Fao had rolled onto his back, breathing heavily through the pain. “Shit. ‘M fine, ’m worried about the other guy.”

"My colleague’s checking them out. I'm just worried about you. Where's hurting?"

“Leg.” He groaned. “Gave out under me.”

"Yeah, I saw. Did you black out? What happened?" He asked, gently feeling Fao’s neck. "Any pain?"

“Don’t think I blacked out. Feel concussed.” He murmured. “No pain.”

"How fast were you going?"

“Uhh, I don’t know. 40? But I was braking.”

"Were they stationary?"

“Pullin’ out.” He mumbled. “Went straight out in front of me.”

"Bit of a dick move, eh?"

“You’re telling me.” He grumbled. “Tried to stop, lost the back and and jus’ couldn’t stop.”

"We'll get you sorted." He said, leaning back to shout at his colleague. "What have you got?"

"Slight head lac, query wrist frac, broken ribs." His crewmate shouted back. "Stable enough, but we'll need to immobilised for MOI."

"Happy to deal without critcare?"

"Yeah, just need that second crew."

Fao groaned, listening to them the best he could. It was still pouring down, he was cold and all he wanted was to go home. It sounded like the other driver was okay, at least relatively. But his leg was really hurting now, the pain spreading into his foot. “Don’t suppose you’ve got any pain relief, have you?”

"I'll get you some in just a second. Are you allergic to anything? Taken any meds?"

“I can’t have morphine, but even paracetamol would be beautiful right about now.”

"Alright, we can do that." He offered Fao a smile. "Am I alright to try get a little needle in your arm?"

“You can try. I’ve jus’ finished close to a 15 hour shift, ‘m a bit dehydrated.”

"Ouch, that's never fun. Do you have anywhere that's better?"

“Um, acf, crook of elbow if you can; hands are usually a no go. The left, normally.”

"Thanks. I'll be as quick as I can."

He groaned, scrubbing at his face with his free hand. This really wasn’t how his evening was supposed to be going. “Thanks.”

The medic chatted away to Fao as he did his best to cannulate Fao. He wasn't lying when he’d said he was difficult, but he eventually got one he was happy with. It was good timing, the paracetamol hung as the next crew arrived, moving to help them. 

Fao did his best to answer, but he was exhausted and in pain and soaked to the skin, and he wasn’t happy about it. All he’d wanted was to go home, have a shower and crawl into bed. Now he was going to end up back at work, as a patient as well. 

Cannulated with the paracetamol running, they were quick to move him, well aware he was only growing colder. The gaps between his answers had grown longer too, his responses not quite matching what he'd asked. While it could be the concussion, the exhaustion, or the shock of it all, it could easily have been a sign of something more serious. 

It was a relief to get out of the rain, and Fao certainly felt better for the relative warmth of the ambulance. He focused on his breathing the best he could, trying to stay in control of something. 

“Obviously ‘m not getting away without hospital… are we going down the road? Georges?”

"Back to work, I'm afraid."

“Great.” He groaned.

"Least you know they'll treat you well." 

“Take the piss more like.”

"Six and two threes."

“My fucking brother works in ED.”

"Oh? Is he working tonight?"

“No idea. Maybe?”

"Don't keep up with his shifts?"

“I try, but I can’t for the life of me remember if he’s on nights from tonight or tomorrow.”

"That's alright. We'll find out when we get there, eh?"

“Mm, I guess.” If Finn was working, he was dead. His brother would kill him, and then he’d call Sheila who would kill him even more.

"Not a good thing?"

“He’ll kill me.”

"Least it's not your parents working there."

“Yeah, not in ED… but mum’s a nurse.”

"Ah, a medical family."

“Yeah.”

"What does your dad do?"

“Oh, not medical. History lecturer.”

"A bit different."

“Black sheep.” He said with a grin. 

"Yeah?"

“Doesn’t like blood.”

"Oh, that's not ideal."

“Hence the history.” He mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. 

"I see. Try and stay still for me. I know it's difficult."

“I don’t like it.” He mumbled. “Makes me all twitchy.” It had been like this before. Too many times before. 

"I know, I know. It's not nice. Hopefully just a precaution."

He fidgeted with his left foot, the one that had something other than pain. It was uncomfortable, though, and the rain, the cold and the impact had set old aches off. “Yeah.”

"You still in pain?"

“Yeah.” He admitted. The paracetamol had barely done anything.

"We're not far, they'll have better things there. I've only got the morphine."

“I know.” He said thickly. “This is shit.”

"Yeah, I'm sorry." He squeezed  Fao's hand gently. "Is there anyone I can call for you?"

“I can call them at hospital, if they’re not there.”

It was a relief to finally get to hospital, even though he was back at work. He tried to focus on the handover, but the chaos and pain of being transferred and fussed over by the receiving team made his head spin and it was too difficult to concentrate on anything other than not passing out.  

What he didn’t miss, though, was the familiar face of one of his amazing colleagues leaning over him. “Hey, Fao. Didn’t expect to see you back here so soon, thought we sent you home? Don’t worry, we’ve got you now. Only the best for one of our own. I’ve got some pain relief for you here - oxy, don’t panic, I know what you can’t have - because that paracetamol isn’t going to be doing a lot for you, I’ll bet. Then we’ll get  you checked out, get you to CT, and go from there. Sound like a plan?”

He sighed in relief. “Yeah, thanks.” 

There was a moment of quiet, the nurses' conversations stopping. "For the love of God, please tell me this isn't Fao."

Fao sighed. “I wish it wasn’t?”

"Fuck this. I'm done." Finn muttered. "I'm done, I've had enough of this shift. I'm done."

“Finn!” Fao called out, but it wasn’t like he could go after his brother. Fuck’s sake. 

[eringobragh420]

🖤 Pairing: Damian Priest x f!OC & Finn Balor/f!OC 🖤 Summary: Damian is caught with Finn’s girlfriend.  🛑 Warnings: NSFW. Infidelity, toxic-ish relationship, dirty talk, Daddy kink, fingering, unprotected p in v, angst 18+ 🖤 Notes: Previously "Getting Caught" in the DP Kink List, and this is now an ongoing story. 🖤 Taglist: In the comments . If you’d like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: @twistedprincess-92. Hope you enjoy! 🖤 MASTERLIST

She knew exactly where the night was headed the moment she felt his rough fingers brush her bare thigh under the table. It was risky—fuck, it was so risky—but that was their game, their passion, their toxic trait, as it were. Just that small touch, the gentle graze of his fingers along her skin, was enough to send her, considering he was seated on one side of her while her boyfriend of nearly four years was on the other side, his arm around her shoulders. In fact, they were out to dinner, surrounded by friends, celebrating someone’s birthday. She didn’t know the person all that well, but as soon as Finn mentioned that Damian would be one of a few joining them, she’d practically skipped to her closet to find something slinky to wear for him.

Of course she knew what she was doing was wrong, despicable even, but she fed herself plenty of reasons and excuses to justify her actions. Finn was never around. Finn refused to commit. Finn was great in bed, but he really had nothing on Damian. So why didn’t she just break up with Finn and date Damian? She loved Finn, she truly loved him despite hardly ever seeing him or the fact that he hadn’t put a ring on her finger, and Damian was fine as a friend, but she couldn’t ever see dating him. Finn was the one for her, and just because she was sleeping with one of his closest friends, didn’t mean she loved him any less.

Finn pressed a kiss to her cheek, and she turned to smile at him, but all she could focus on was the heat from Damian’s hand scorching her skin under the tablecloth. He was using the backs of his fingers now to glide along her silky thigh, occasionally his thumb, and Jesus Christ, her pussy was overflowing and if she didn’t take care of it soon, she would have a wet spot on her dress.

“Are you havin’ fun?” Finn asked.

Damian shifted in his chair, leaning forward to grab the salt, which was only to distract anyone who might have been looking at him as he slipped his whole hand to the inside of her thigh, pinching ever so gently, and then his touch was gone completely. A shiver wracked her body, and Finn’s arm around her shoulders tightened.

“You cold?” he asked.

“No,” she replied, grabbing her wine glass and gulping down the remaining two drinks. “I’m gonna run to the restroom.”

Finn removed his arm, and his girlfriend stood. Rounding her chair on Damian’s side, she bumped him, then placed a hand on his broad shoulder. “Sorry about that,” she purred, her eyes piercing his. She squeezed his shoulder before turning away, headed for the bathroom, a wicked smirk gracing her lips. 

Once in the bathroom, she locked the door behind her, then checked the stalls to be sure they were empty before making a beeline to the mirror. Her makeup was still pristine, hair much the same, and she smoothed her dress over her curves. She was only trying to keep busy because sometimes when she was waiting for Damian, her brain started to wander. She considered breaking things off with Damian, but then she remembered he was a fucking Olympic athlete in the sack. She considered ending it with Finn, but just the thought of that man made her heart swell and baby pterodactyls hatch in her stomach. She even considered confessing to Finn in the interest of a possible polyamorous relationship between the three of them. But she digressed.

Hearing the familiar combination of Damian’s knocks, her heels brought her to the door. She unlocked it, and Damian rushed inside, closing it behind him. He was on her instantly, their mouths colliding in a whirlwind of tongues and teeth, and then there were four hands trying to pull her dress up over her curves. Once accomplished, Damian backed her up to the counter, smoothly lifting her onto the marble surface.

“You like it when I touch you, don’t you?” Damian growled, nipping at her neck, licking the same spots afterward, concentrating on not being too forceful so as not to leave any lasting marks, and Finn who? “When he’s right there?” The desperate woman in front of him could only nod. “Say it.”

“I like it when you touch me,” she breathed, eyes boring into his. “Especially when he’s next to me. It makes me so fucking wet for you.” She began work on his belt, letting the article hang loosely as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Reaching inside, wrapping her hand around his thick cock, she sighed, all her fears and worries and stress melting away as she stroked him. His dick was like a weighted blanket—a comforting hug in time of need.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Damian whispered, thrusting into her fist as he pulled her panties aside. She thumbed the head of his cock, smearing precum along the shaft, and she felt him moan through his finger as it rubbed slow circles against her clit. “Wanted to bend you over that table and fuck you stupid right in front of him.” He spread her legs obscenely wide, then he took hold of his dick, pumping a few times before sliding it along her glistening slit. She whined, her head dropping back. “Show him how a slut like you needs to be fucked.”

“So do it already,” she said. She lifted her head, grabbing his chin between her fingers, and forced him to look at her, their lips sweeping along one another’s as she whispered, “Fuck me like he never could. Please, Daddy?”

She’d never in her life called anyone daddy before Damian, including Finn. She couldn’t even imagine calling Finn daddy and keeping a straight face. Damian owned her in a way Finn never could—she’d literally and so willingly served the six-five Puerto Rican on her hands and knees, on more than one occasion, and she was the one thanking him afterward. She’d never done anything like that with Finn, not even close, and she really had no desire to do it with him. She and Damian had briefly tried out papí, but there was nothing like hearing a beautiful woman call you Daddy, Damian had told her.

He held one thigh off to the side as he entered her smoothly, continuing until he was fully buried within her slick heat. The woman on the counter grunted with each following thrust, the expensive heels she’d begged Finn for hanging in the air on either side of Damian. She loved this, everything, all of it—Damian stretching her, almost painfully so, as their lips and tongues fought for domination.

“Daddy’s gonna cum in this pussy,” Damian growled against her ear, “and then we’re gonna straighten your panties …”

“Fuck,” she whispered, arm around his shoulders, the other hand clutching his neck.

The doorknob turning echoed loudly throughout the bathroom. Damian and Finn’s girlfriend paused, though he stayed inside her. “You locked the door, right?” Damian asked.

The woman’s eyes widened. “No, I—”

“What the actual fuck?” 

There was no mistaking that voice, and the forbidden couple gaped at each other. Just like that, it was over. The most exciting year of her life was over, and, undoubtedly, her relationship with Finn was over. She felt no anger, no regret, no remorse. She was numb. Damian must have been feeling the same, because he wasn’t in a rush when he pulled out of her, nor did he seem nervous while he put his pants and belt back together, eyes on her the entire time. Finn’s girlfriend lowered her legs as soon as she was able, pulling her dress down over her thighs as far as she could.

“Tell me I didn’t just see what—”

“We don’t need a lecture, Rhea,” Finn’s girlfriend interrupted her, not meeting the other woman’s accusatory gaze.

Maneuvering off the countertop wasn’t nearly as easy as when she’d been placed there—it was built high into the wall, and her heels were fragile and expensive. Having no other choice, she prepared to hop off and hope for the best, but then Damian wrapped one strong arm around her, lifting, and placed her gently on her feet. She glanced up at him because he felt so good around her and inside her, and fuck, was it really over? Her heart started to pound as neither broke eye contact. Wait … what happened to the numbness? I want the numbness back, because suddenly her heart ached and her stomach sloshed and her knees wobbled.

“Well, isn’t that sweet?” Rhea hissed.

Finn’s girlfriend rolled her eyes, breaking the contact with Damian, however regretfully, and she looked at Rhea. “Rhea, this really isn’t any of your business,” she said.

“Kindly disagree,” Rhea growled. “I wish like hell I wasn’t the one who caught you assholes, but here we are.” She dropped her hands to her sides, disappointment and disgust radiating off her, hatred in her beautiful eyes. 

Finn’s girlfriend supposed her friendship with Rhea was also over. And for what? She glanced back at Damian where he was leaning one hand on the counter, the other tucked into his pocket, and a thought floated through her mind like a message on the back of a plane—worth it, fuck my life, it was worth it. He was worth it.

“Tell him tonight, or I tell him in the morning. It’s your choice.” Rhea crossed her toned arms over her chest.

“Rhea—”

“He doesn’t deserve this,” Rhea cut her off, “and you don’t deserve him.” She glared at the both of them before storming out of the bathroom.

Finn’s soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend sighed, eyes falling closed. “So this is what it feels like to lose everything and have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Half the blame is on me,” Damian’s deep voice said from behind her.

She smiled. “There’s the silver lining.” 

She took a deep breath, staring at the doorknob as she tried to come up with something at least coherent to say to Finn. Surely he wouldn’t be interested in any details of the affair, so she decided it would be best to keep it concise. She wouldn’t do it at the restaurant in front of everyone, of course. She’d have to convince him to leave, and then should she just confess in the car or wait until they got home?

“Did you hear me?”

She blinked for a moment before turning to Damian. “What?”

“I said you can stay with me tonight if you need to.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She spun around and started to pull the door open when Damian’s hand reached out above her head and closed it. She swallowed.

“Finn doesn’t wanna get married,” Damian quietly explained, leaning close to her ear. “I’d marry you tomorrow.” Her eyes widened and her heart tingled, palm sweating on the doorknob. “He leaves you at home or the hotel room … I can’t breathe when we’re not together.”

“Damian …”

“I needed you to know. You don’t have to say anything.”

She cast her eyes over her shoulder, meeting Damian’s, and everything he’d just said, she saw in his eyes. Absolute sincerity. And then she saw things like vacations and birthdays and diamond rings and weddings and kids and family get-togethers and growing old, and she had to shake her head and squeeze her eyes shut to make the images go away, because the man in those images wasn’t Finn anymore.

“I have—” She cleared her throat, swallowed, forced back tears. “I have to go.” 

She opened the door and closed it behind her as swiftly as she could and every step she took that carried her toward Finn and away from Damian felt like an ice pick to the heart.  ... Continued in Part Two ...

[hoe4sports]

“A version of you“

Alessia Russo x reader

A/N: Teaser of potential series: I have a couple of ideas for a storyline with Alessia, reader and Lille Russo. It includes different pov’s; one with the reader as an adult and one with the reader as Lille. So I’m testing the waters with this one, please let me know if you think this is something that could be fun exploring further that you would want to read. No triggers <3

She was standing there. In the doorframe. With what was probably the most attractive dress you had ever seen. Her hair was down. Her makeup was neatly done, almost seductively. You had seen her a bunch of times, and you had babysat multiple times, but you had never seen her look this good. It took a second for you to snap yourself back into reality. “Please, come in!.” The blonde spoke. The way her lips move was mesmerising. You felt like you couldn’t think straight. She’s was just standing there in all her glory with the baby on her hip. The cutest little baby that you had ever met. She was such a good baby, never fussy.

You snapped yourself out of it as you stepped into her spacious apartment. It’s darker than the last time you came over, but that’s also logical considering it’s quite late. The lights are dimmed and there is soft music on in the background. Alessia closed the door behind you before heading towards the living room.

”She hasn’t been fed her porridge, so if she could have it in like, 15 minutes? Then whenever she gets grumpy, just pop her into bed. Im rambling, you already know the drill! I’m running a little late, so I’ll have to go. You have my number and Frida’s number so do not hesitate to call if you have questions. Concert will be over around 11, so I’m home around 12. Again, thank you so so much!”

You smiled and nodded as the baby was handed over to you. The little girl looked up at you with the biggest smile. You loved babysitting her, and she seemed to like having you around. She was hardly a baby anymore. Everyone called her “Lille”, which means “Little one” in Norwegian. Considering Lille was half Norwegian, it wasn’t surprising at all. Lille touched your nose as you popped her on your hip with mr.bunbun in her hand. Alessia leaned in and kissed Lille on the cheek before grabbing her handbag. “Alright, mommy is going now. Say bye-bye mommy” you said as you made a waving motion with your hand. Lille giggled and waved before babbling “Mama bye”. The look on Alessia’s face made her look like her heart melting, but with such an adorable baby; how could she not? You understood why she melted, Lille looked so much like her mama and you had just discovered that her mama was fairly attractive. “Alright girls, goodbye! Call me if anything!” And with that Alessia was headed out the door for “The eras tour.”

“Alright, Lille. Skal vi finne litt grøt kanskje?» you asked as Lille started smacking her lips together to pretend to eat while kicking her legs. “Mmmm” she said as she grinned. Alessia liked that you could speak Norwegian to her, it was a sneaky way of trying to let her daughter know the culture. But what is better than having a babysitter that speaks Norwegian? Well, I think we all know it.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Can you write something for: "being Tommy's wife"? Please. The girl would have been raised by Polly, who raised and loves her like a daughter. She grew up with the boys, especially Tommy. She witnessed Finn's birth and everything. When he goes to war, he promises to stay with her when he returns. Another, Tommy's brothers have her as a sister so they will defend her as one, Ada and her are best friends and Isaiah had a crush on her as a kid... Kisses, sorry for the long thing, I love your stories, see u later 🩷.

Hey Love,

I am deeply sorry this took a million years to write. Thanks for sending this in and for being so kind. I'm so happy that you enjoy my writing. Hope you like this one <3

Warnings: Peaky related themes like violence, murder, drunk dads, beatings, suicide, childbirth - and of course kissing and cuteness

You had always been close with the Shelby Family. Your mother died in childbirth leaving you without siblings, something that was easily remedied with the constant chaos of your next-door neighbors. You were often lumped in with them as your father worked constantly. You traded what extra things you had for their company. You weren't rich living on Watery Lane, but you always had extra bread which was kind of like being rich. 

As you got older you started to understand what happened down at the Betting Shop. You remembered Arthur taking Tommy aside and telling him to keep you as far away from there as possible. So he took you down to the cut and you spent most of your time with the horses in Charlie’s yard. 

Those moments were your happiest. Tommy was always around to get into trouble with. One night when your dad had laid a beating on you for ruining a pair of shoes in the stable he’d helped you climb out of your window across the ledge and into his bedroom. He’d fixed your swelling cheek with some ice wrapped in a kitchen towel. 

There was an unspoken easiness between the two of you. John and Arthur were different. John was always teasing you loudly and Arthur was always laughing. Always fun and games until someone was giving you a hard time, then they were all business. 

You’d been there for Finn’s birth. A memory that was both happy and sad. You normally avoided the Shelby parents at all costs. Mrs. Shelby had a dead look in her eyes and she would twirl around the kitchen talking to ghosts, other times she would cry out in the night so loud you could hear her in your own apartment. Mr. Shelby was mean. Not much to him other than that. Finn was special, he was the first baby you ever held. You had to help Polly clean him off and get him sorted when he was born. You remembered sitting down once he had been fed and fallen asleep. You sat down covered in after birth swearing you would never have children. Ever. 

Watching Tommy come into the room and hold his sleeping brother with a look in his eyes, something deep inside you reconsidered. 

Polly was alright, she’d always put bows in your hair and read your tea leaves. Out of all the adults in your life, you had the biggest soft spot for her. She had all the juiciest stories that made you want to go out and start living your own life. 

Something you were just on the cusp of doing before the war started. 

The boys left and you tried not to let it break you. The unmovable safety they had brought you was gone and the city seemed vicious. Tommy wasn't there when your father was drunk… Tommy wasn't there at all. You’d stayed awake all night before he left. Laying there with him talking about everything you wouldn't be able to talk about while he was gone. Well, almost everything. You held his hand and laughed till your ribs hurt at all his jokes about what it would be like and what he would do while he was gone. Anything to keep the truth of it at bay. You wanted to tell him how you felt but you didn’t want him to carry more burdens with him when he left. You promised him that Ada, Finn, and John’s kids wouldn't starve and he’d kissed your cheek and promised he’d come back for you. Those words haunted your every moment.

To avoid your father and the emptiness of missing Tommy you threw yourself into your job as a mid-wife. At the end of the day you would sneak food out of your pantry and bring it over to Polly. She ran a tight ship void of all the things you had enjoyed about her when you were a kid. She was hard on the kids and they were mostly Ada’s responsibility as Polly shouldered the betting shop. There was a balance, most of your money went to the household and Polly was always grateful for your help. Things were fine until they weren't. Young boys who weren't quite yet fighting age had started up gangs and more drugs and conflict swept through the streets of Birmingham. You ended up working while also causing lots of trouble. 

The worst night of it came just before Tommy had come home. You’d killed another stupid idiot pushing his wrapped body into the cut in the middle of the night. It was exhausting, for every life you brought into the world you ended another. A cycle you didn't think you would ever end up in. You knelt by the side of the river letting the rain soak through your clothes. Looking down into the black water you could feel the same pull that took Mrs. Shelby. It was calling out to you softly but you shook your head. You had a lot more fight still left in you. 

______________Tommy’s POV 

Coming home wasn't the relief he thought it would be all those years ago. He came home and you hugged him tightly. While you looked like you were bursting with life he felt like like he was dead on the inside. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes bright. Your fingernails had a pink tinge to them. He’d hoped it was from your job as a midwife but he knew how bad things had gotten here. He could feel it in the way people looked at you on their walk home from the train station. Settling in was awful. The nightmares that kept him up at night, the sad sense of rejection that was growing around you. But the weight of the business is what was crushing him. He needed you and Polly out of it, he needed to step up as a man should. You especially should have never had to get your hands as dirty as they were. But there you were all those names etched into your soul, and you still looked at him with girlish adoration, as if he wasn't the man who had commended your life. 

Things between him and Polly had never been worse, any move he made she would disagree. You still kept looking at him with your big eyes full of emotions he didn't know how to feel anymore. 

Ada was a few years younger than you but you were both old enough now that it wasn't noticeable. He saw the both of you sitting on the front step watching some men moving furniture out of the house down the street. There were glasses of wine between you and the sun made the flush of your cheeks look so red. Ada mumbled something and waved to Isiah as he passed by and both of you burst into giggles. That’s when he realized if he didn't make good on his promise, you wouldn't be around. Men looked at you with fear, but they also acknowledged the fierce competence and loyalty you have. By the time he got the business up, and then got it legal, you would probably be married off. He hated the sense of panic he felt bubble up in his stomach. Just once he would like to feel something pleasant. 

All day he thought about what to do. They were drinking beer around the table. He was always happy listening to John and Arthur tell jokes. It made him happy that they had managed to keep more of themselves alive than he had himself. 

“Going to head out for the night. I’m on call tomorrow so I can only help around the house.” You looked at Polly who nodded. Your eyes flashed to him for a second before wrapping your wool shawl around your shoulders. 

“I’ll walk you home.” He could feel John and Arthur’s eyes narrow in on him as the silence rolled through the room. 

“You haven't forgotten I only live next door have you?” You smiled at him and gestured for him to come along. He followed you down the stairs and out the front door. Three steps to your front door and you turned to look at him.

“Well, this is me.” You pointed at the door giving him a smile. “I’d invite you in for a drink but my father wouldn't approve.” 

“Walk with me?” He asked and he wished there was more emotion in his tone. You raised your eyebrows and he almost wanted to laugh. 

“A private meeting with Mr.Shelby. Wow.” You linked your arm in his and he could tell that there was hurt under your humor. 

“Things-” His voice trailed off as he lost all the things he had thought about telling you. He wanted to tell you to marry him but that was much to forward you deserved something nice and for it to move at your own pace. 

“Are different” You finished. “You're not you, Polly is pulling her hair out, and your secret-keeping is making it impossible to help with the business.” 

“Precisely.” He said in a cold tone. He wanted to explain but the words were still gone. 

“Well, fix it then.” You said in a short tone. “You came home and made a mess of things, so fix it.” 

“It’s not that easy.” He pulled a cigarette out and offered you one. You nodded and he lit one, taking a drag then watched as you took it from him. Your lips perched where his had been a moment before. His eyes focused on your mouth and he could feel the tension become obvious. 

“I want to make things right between us. I’m just not sure how.” He said the words slowly finally dragging his gaze from your mouth. Your cheeks had flushed again and he fought the urge to stroke your cheek. 

“Thomas. All you have to do is trust me. Then talk to me. We spent our whole lives that way. Only four years were apart.” There was pleading your eyes and he wondered if he would ever be able to deny you anything. 

“Alright. I want to shoulder most of the business.” You sighed and he continued on. “Not because you and Polly aren't competent, but because things are even higher risk than they have been. I want to shoulder the consequences. To do that I need to keep you out of it.” 

“I don’t want you to face things alone. Not the risk or the consequences.” It was his turn to let out a sigh. 

“I know you don't, that’s why I -” He what? Was in love with you, wanted to marry you? Wanted to build you a life that would make any other woman on the planet die of a jealous heart? 

“You what?” They were by the cut now and you turned to look at him. You were angry and you had every right to be. 

“I want to marry you.” He blurted the words out and ran a hand through his hair. Your hands flew to your mouth and you looked at him with wide eyes illuminated by the moonlight. Was this positive or negative? The regret and embarrassment started to creep up his neck when you lunged at him. 

He stumbled slightly before properly handling your weight. Your arms were tight around his neck and all he could smell was the perfume along your neck. He took a deep breath, the first real breath he had taken since leaving France. He wanted the weight of you pressed up against him all the time. The feeling you brought him was enough to keep the demons at bay. How selfish was it of him to take this easy path out. He should have worked out a proposal and should have courted you properly. 

“We don’t - we could -” He tried to figure out what he wanted to ask. 

“Shut up and let me have my moment.” You said before pulling away enough to kiss him. It was soft and slow and he knew without a doubt he was yours forever. 

After a good amount of kissing, he smiled at you and meant it. He walked you home and then took his beating from Arthur and John. 

“I don’t care if God himself descended from the sky to claim her. She’s my sister and you won’t hurt her Tommy.” Tommy couldn't remember the last time he heard his brother’s voice sound so lethal. 

“You’ll be held to the same standards as any other dumbass wanting to date her,” John added. 

“Trying to do the opposite of hurt her.” He said wanted them to see he was trying to make you happy too. 

“That’s what they all say,” Arthur said with pointed eyes before bursting out into a booming laugh. “I want this to happen, brother I do. Just don’t mess around with her.” Arthur gave him a rough pat on the back and John started to make jokes about all the ways Tommy could disappoint you. 

Eventually, they let him go up to his room. You had already climbed across the ledge to his window and gotten into his bed.

“Took you long enough.” You said it as a joke but there was something in your voice that gave you away. You were starting to think he wasn't going to show up. 

“Boys had to rough me up a bit first.” Tommy shrugged his jacket off. 

“Why? what did you do?” Her eyes looked him over with concern. 

“Showed an interest in you. They had to do the usual.” He said absently changing into his pj’s trying to seem unbothered by your gaze watching him closely as he undressed. 

“What’s the usual?” You whispered.

“Bit of a beating, the usual threats. Part of dating someones sister.” 

“You mean any guy that’s wanted to date me has been roughed up by the three of you?!” 

“Yeah.” Tommy leaned against the wall looking at you laying in his bed in your night clothes. Head propped up on your arm. 

“I thought I was ugly.” You whispered still in shock over this news.

“What?!” Tommy laughed again. 

“None of the boys ever asked me out over the years. I thought I was ugly.” Tommy moved across the room and into the bed to assure you that you were never ugly.  

_____________________________

It took a lot of time to get out of that house on Watery Lane. Your father had passed before your wedding and Arthur walked you down the aisle. Ada and Poly felt all was right in the universe once you joined the family properly. They had a lot of fun planning the whole thing out. Your honeymoon was in the new house, a massive thing that Tommy had built for you.  It was large but warm.

[sincerely-astra]

☁️Stardew Valley Halloween Headcanons☁️

Penny:

Costume: Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz

Penny is the type of person who gives out healthy Halloween candy; the only time that changes is if Vincent and Jas beg her enough.

Penny is a huge fan of horror!

She chaperons Jas and Vincent while they Trick or Treat.

Haley:

Costume: Elle Woods

For pretty much every single year since Haley turned 16, she's thrown massive Halloween parties that are actually pretty popular.

Her favorite Halloween candy is Skittles.

Emily always tries to coerce her to wear matching costumes, but Haley always refuses since she finds it "too corny." She'll never actually say it, but she really wants to wear matching costumes with Emily.

Maru:

Costume: Mary Poppins

Maru is never prepared for Halloween and always ends up getting her costume together last minute.

Maru's favorite holiday is Halloween.

When she and Sebastian were little, he would tell her scary stories that would end up in her not being able to sleep and him having to comfort her.

Emily:

Costume: Mary Sanderson from Hocus Pocus

Like Penny, she is also kind of a health nut when it comes to Halloween candy, but she is more lenient, giving out one healthy snack and one full-sized candy bar.

Emily and Sandy talked all night for about a month trying to come to an agreement on what kind of costumes to wear. It took the two forever before they finally agreed on doing the Sanderson sisters.

By far, she is the best Halloween decorated and will have her and Haley's house decked out each year.

Abigal:

Costume: Elphaba from Wicked

Halloween is by far Abigal's favorite holiday, it's in her favorite season and it matches her vibe completely, what more could you want?

She tried to genuinely make a Halloween costume from scratch once after learning how to from Emily and her fingers are still hurting from how many times she ended up poking herself with the needle.

She cringes so hard every year when she sees her parents matching costumes...

Leah:

Costume: Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas

Leah had her costume planned since the previous Halloween and got Emily to help make it.

She makes all her Halloween decor from scratch; it usually ends up scarier than anything you can find in a store.

Her favorite Halloween movies are the super obscure ones that she's collected from various garage sales.

Alex:

Costume: Ken from Barbie

Alex doesn't hate Halloween, but he also isn't the biggest fan of it.

Haley picked out matching costumes for them but ended up bailing last minute so he just had to be Ken alone.

Despite not being the biggest Halloween fan, he is the master at trading his bad candy for good candy. No one knows how he does it, but he somehow practically scams everyone and gets a ton of candy at the end of the night. (Sam is so fed up with it and yet he gets tricked every single time.)

Elliott:

Costume: Vampire

Poor guy can't think of a creative Halloween costume to save his life... He also can't afford any new ones anyway-

Elliott is actually super vulnerable to jumpscares, like, full running to a different room action coming from him.

He got curious one year about the origins of Halloween and ended up going down a rabbit hole. He now knows way too many "fun facts" about the holiday.

Harvey:

Costume: Fred Jones from Scooby-Doo

Harvey is the type to give toothbrushes out for Halloween, I don't make the rules.

And yet, he has such a sweet tooth that he gets so embarrassed about it if anyone brings it up.

He practically never wears any spooky costumes since he is super bad with horror himself...

Sam:

Costume: Jake from Adventure Time

Pestered Sebastian for months to do Jake and Finn for Halloween and was literally over the moon when Sebastian finally caved. He also tried to get Abigal to be BMO or Marceline but she wouldn't budge.

He always ends up giving all his Halloween candy to Jas and Vincent for no reason other than he feels like it's the right thing to do.

Sam will try to do every single myth/challenge on the day of Halloween.

Sebastian:

Costume: Finn from Adventure Time

He doesn't even know how he got roped up by Sam to do a costume that wasn't anything remotely horror-related...

Sebastian is very desensitized to horror, rarely anything scares him which is basically an invitation for Abigal and Sam to try everything in their power to get a scare out of him.

Maru makes him watch horror movies with her, which he acts like he hates but actually doesn't mind.

Shane:

Costume: Joel from The Last Of Us (got the idea from Sam)

Shane likes to take Jas Trick or Treating for a little while before he lets Penny do it and it's honestly his favorite thing in the world.

Shane is the type of person to be all cynical about the holiday and say things like, "It's just a day where companies make you buy their terrible candy for too much money." And on some level, he does mean that, but he can't stop himself from staring at all the Halloween decorations around people's houses in wonder.

He, for god knows what reason, really enjoys pumpkin-flavored stuff, like, drinks, snacks, etc.

Sandy:

Costume: Winifred Sanderson from Hocus Pocus

She is such a sucker for any Halloween-themed music, she loves listening to it year-round.

Sandy is unbelievably good at spooky people, she just has this way of making everything seem super unsettling and it really freaks people out.

Her favorite candy is any type of gum, not only does she just find it delicious, but it also helps her concentrate when filling out paperwork and such.

A/N: Happy Halloween guys, I hope you have a fantastic day! :) My costume this year is Steve from Blues Clues and I love how it came out. And remember, people can be really sucky on Halloween, so please stay safe!

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

HC’s of the listeners getting a pet and the boys don’t know until they go to the listeners home (Auron, Finn, and Seth please!)

Who the hell is that?

I gave Rook a dog, Sunflower a cat and Scout a snake. So trigger warnings if that's something to you.

Auron

When he came and visit your apartment he paused seeing a big dog in your living room

Blinking he watches as the dog approaches him and sniffs his hand before licking it covering it in slobber.

Finn

Asks when you got a dog, and you explain how you found him in an alley way. Smiles as you start telling him about how you got the dog to trust you by giving him a hot dog from the stand on the corner.

It's a cute scene as he watches you introduce hot dog to him. Auron snorted at the dogs name, you said it fit perfectly. He has to admit the dog was really cute, Auron helped get you dog stuff you needed.

Was rambling about some new flowers he got form the store and paused seeing a cat on the kitchen counter.

Seth

Immediately he's cooing at the big fluffy baby and spoiling her with love petting her gently.

As you tell him how the cat distribution system basically plopped her into your lap. Literally bc she jumped out of a tree and landed on you and didn't get off until you took her home and fed her.

Finn is basically her favorite person other than you bc he spoilers her so much. Her name is Fern bc it sounded cute for her. You both began looking for things she needed.

Came over to help fix a part of your car that was fucking up, paused seeing a snake on the couch. Where you were sitting cooing at it.

Ngl is freaked out and was looking between you n the snake. But you waved him off by letting the snake slither on your shoulders and look at the brunette.

Seth calms down when you tell him the snake is a rose boa and she's perfectly fine. The beautiful colors the boa had made him smile and gently pet her body. You told him the place you got her was either gonna sell or kill her so you took her.

Eventually he warmed up to her and helped you pick out a name. Dolly was one that stuck bc she was such a doll to everyone. Loving to be held and slithering into hair and clothes. Getting snake stuff was hard but seeing Dolly look at him Seth knew it was worth it.

[him-x-her]

Kiss The Bear

Author: @sinnysioux

One shot fic: requested by @sincerelyaliciaamarie

Ville Valo x f!reader

Summary: You and Ville get drunk, get into an argument and have sex.

18+

Alicia slammed the shot glass down with force, lips pursed, determined to swallow the liquor. It tasted vile; medicinal. Her oesophagus was on fire.

“Have you had enough, yet?” grinned Ville, teasing, leaning in to gauge her reaction. It was always the same whenever she drank with the boys: forever a competition to see how much she could drink before giving up and allowing them to make fun of her.

“Fucking Jager, I hate drinking with you guys.” She muttered, dishonestly, rolling her eyes. She had made a valiant attempt at pretending she was unphased by the strength and volume of the alcohol she had consumed tonight, but it made them all the more determined to get her to tap out.

Ville was giggly, and had probably had more than enough to drink, but she knew better than to come between a Finn and his vice. She watched as Ville’s long, slender fingers produced a cigarette from his back pocket; the cancer stick forcing his lips apart as he lit it and inhaled. He closed his eyes for a moment, his desperate need for nicotine fed, opened his glazed eyes, and focused on her.

Alicia wore tight black skinny jeans and an old Black Sabbath shirt Ville had given up. The truth was he had taken it off many band practices ago and Alicia had stolen it. She had knotted the front to create a crop fitted shirt out of the loose boy fit, and it complimented her perfectly. Ville often joked that he would reclaim it when she least expected it, but insofar had not made good on his promise.

“Earth to Ville?” She yelled, which seemed to snap him out of his trance.

“What?” He asked, his gaze snapping up to meet hers, guiltily, hoping she had not noticed his fixation on her figure.

“Maybe you’ve had enough, hmm? Guess you’re the one who can’t drink like a Finn…” She teased.

“NEVER!” he declared, pouring and downing himself yet another shot. Boys sure were stupid, and oh so easy to manipulate. She was hell bent on ensuring he passed out first and she would never let him live it down.

The group gathered in the lounge and made themselves comfy on the floor. Mige laid a bottle on the ground. Mige was unshaven, had grown out his hair, and really didn’t give much of a shit. Alicia liked that about him; he was nothing if not authentic.

“The fuck is this?” Questioned Linde, his distaste made public via his sour expression.

“Spin the bottle!” Smirked Mige. “I’m gonna make you kiss me, you dreadlocked cunt!” The group howled with laughter and Linde muttered something about it being more preferable to make out with a wild animal. The bottle spun and landed on Burton, and next his girlfriend.

“Boring!” Yawned Ville, rudely accurate, as the couple kissed sweetly. The bottle span again and landed on Ville. Alicia couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if it landed on her next. She watched the bottle spin with anticipation, her heart in her mouth. The disappointment was disconcerting when it landed on Mige.

“Come here, you hairy bastard!” Teased Ville, straddling Mige’s lap and forcing a kiss upon his closed lips. Mige shoved him off and raucous hilarity ensued. Ville peeled his jeans low enough to grab his crotch lewdly in the direction of Mige, who made fun of his ‘tiny cock’. The drink was starting to hit Alicia as she found herself wondering what was beneath Ville’s boxers.

Alicia suddenly found the room staring at her in amusement.

“What?!” She implored anxiously, before the penny dropped at Mige’s ridiculously animated pout. “No, absolutely not.”

“A dare’s a dare!” Heckled Ville. “KISS THE BEAR!” Alicia began to feel lightheaded as chants of ‘Kiss! The! Bear!’ filled the room, the men slamming their fists down to the ground to the beat of each syllable. No, she didn’t want this. She had wanted to kiss Ville, and she hadn’t been prepared for any other outcome. Overwhelmed with the noise, the lighting and the alcohol, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, Alicia acted impulsively. She slipped off her heels, unbuttoned her skinny jeans and pulled them down.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Whispered Ville, eyes wide, as the rest of the group cheered.

“I’m not kissing you, Mige, I would lose my face in your beard.” She declared confidently. “But I also don’t shy away from a dare.” She snatched the half-empty can from Ville’s fingers and folded her bare legs beneath her as she sat back down. She could feel Ville’s eyes on her in disbelief before he got up to fetch another can.

Alicia grew increasingly bored with the game, and the hairy men making out in front of her, until the bottle landed on Ville once again. Her interest piqued and her heart leapt in her chest, time stood still as the bottle spun for an eternity… before it pointed at her. Alicia’s wide brown eyes connected with Ville’s timid green; she sensed a fear, and the tension was thick in the air between them. Ville broke the eye contact, stood, and pulled his own jeans down.

“What the fuck?” Whispered Alicia, barely audible. Would he seriously rather strip than kiss her? Alicia looked away, trying to mask her disappointment, and dress it up as disinterest instead. Still she couldn’t hide her sour expression and the need for revenge. Maybe she could kiss one of the boys enthusiastically in front of Ville, to show him how much he missed out.

Alicia spaced out while the game continued; she was starting to sober and she hated it. She was becoming increasingly aware that she was sat on the floor in her panties and she felt incredibly stupid. Snapping out of her self pity with a roar of laughter, she looked up. The bottle was pointing at her. Great, what unwashed miscreant did they want her to kiss next? Mige span the bottle for it to land on Ville once again, but this time it was Alicia’s turn to make the move.

She took a covert breath, and stood. In her brief moment of ascension she decided she would fuck with Ville. She positioned herself in front of Ville and straddled his lap.

“Look, he can finally stop crying about women in our songs!” Laughed Mige. Time stood still as Ville stared up at Alicia with hopeful curiosity. Alicia bit her lip seductively and inched closer to him; she could hear the quickening of his breath as his lips parted slowly.

Brutally severing their connection, Alicia pulled back and stood up, taking a few steps back. She smirked as she began to undo the knot of her shirt, as the rest of the boys cheered.

Ville pursed his lips, glared at Alicia and stood up. He charged at her and threw her over his shoulder.

“What the FUCK, Ville? Put me down!” She yelled as he marched her into the bedroom. His strong arm wrapped around her legs. He paused at the door to address his friends. “This is for MY eyes only.” He bellowed as he slammed the door and let Alicia down.

Alicia was full of adrenaline, a mix of excitement and also anger. “What gives you the right?!” She challenged.

Ville leaned against the wall and folded his arms. He looked less formidable without jeans, in an Iron Maiden shirt and boxers, his legs blindingly pale in contrast. He was evidently furious, but addressed her calmly, “That’s my shirt.”

Alicia pulled the shirt over her head, rolled it into a ball of cloth, and threw it at Ville. It hit him in the chest. “There!” Barked Alicia, “You’ve won it back, you asshole.” She glared back, the tension once again lingering around them. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss him or slap him. Her chest heaving furiously, her breathing began to slow as she calmed.

Ville moved from the wall to stand a couple feet or so in front of Alicia; his hands grabbed the hem of his shirt as he pulled it up and over his head with ease.

“Your move.” He dared, his eyes flitting to her black lace bra.

Alicia felt the blood rush to her cheeks again, hyper aware of the skin already on show. Chewing on her lip nervously, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. The material loosened as she placed her hands on the cups to prevent spilling out of them. She precariously peeled her straps off over her shoulders one by one, and looked up at Ville. His lips were parted, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes searched hers in anticipation of her next move. Maintaining their eye contact, she dropped her palms and her bra fell to the floor. Ville’s eyes dropped to her chest and widened as her nipples hardened, exposed to the cool air. Her long dark hair framed the picture perfectly which Ville would later commit to memory.

Commanding his full attention once again, Alicia spoke nervously. “Your turn.” She held her breath, her eyes lowering, noticing the stretch in the black cotton of his underwear where his arousal was evident.

Ville looked down and blushed with a smile. He was cute when he wanted to be. His fingers peeled between his boxer hem and skin, rolling the waistband over his hips and allowing them to drop to the floor. His large cock stood to attention as Alicia gasped, she felt her panties moisten as her mind became full of depraved and delicious images. She suddenly found herself incredibly thirsty, saliva lubricating the walls of her mouth.

“Take them off.” Ordered Ville, his lustful eyes fixated on the lace between her legs. “Let me see all of you.”

Alicia, usually full of sarcasm and sass, could not find the words to speak, and was compelled by him. She found her pussy throbbing, aching for him, and there was no alternative but to surrender to his command.

Her fingers shaking slightly, Alicia slipped them into her waistband to pull her panties down. She bent down to slip out of the lace and straightened up. Exposed to his judgement.

“Fucking beautiful.” Muttered Ville, his eyes raking over her naked flesh. He inched closer, the sexual tension thickening. Alicia could not let go of his gaze, anxious for what would happen next, hypnotised by his intense green eyed-stare. He towered over her before softly uttering “Kiss me.”

Alicia placed her palm on Ville’s cheek and tiptoed to meet his lips. They were soft, plump, and he smelled positively flammable. She ran her tongue across his lips as she kissed him sweetly. Alicia gasped and looked down to confirm what she felt. Sure enough Ville’s cock was poking her in the stomach. She felt a small flood between her legs. Though she was struggling to make sense of her emotional feelings, her physical feelings were obvious. Alicia wanted to ride Ville until they both passed out.

As if he could read her lust, Ville kissed her deeply; his tongue forcefully claiming her hot mouth. His strong large hands on her waist began to slip down to grope at her hips. Very suddenly, a finger made its way between her labia lips and she gasped audibly at this delicious violation. A second finger joined the first and Alicia moaned loudly, as her pleasure dripped down to anoint Ville.

“Tell me what you want me to do, baby.” His deep baritone voice making her pulsate with wanting.

“Fuck me.” She begged.

“So impatient.” Chuckled ville, softly falling to his knees. Alicia began to tremble and the fine hairs on her body stood on end as she looked down. Ville kept hold of her gaze as he tongued her slit.

“Oh my god!” Moaned Alicia as Ville lapped at her clitoris with his tongue, dining on the waves of pleasure that dripped from her. He continued to use his fingers, in and out over and over, teasing her with his delicate penetration, as her back fused to the wall in a desperate attempt to remain upright. Her legs began to give way but Ville caught her in his strong arms. His hands snaked around Alicia’s thighs to her ass, lifting her onto her tiptoes so that he could feast on her fully. With each stroke of Ville’s tongue, she became more and more sensitive; she moaned and panted and begged as she came between his lips. Alicia all but collapsed onto Ville as he lifted her and carried her to the bed.

She lay her head down on the soft pillow as he climbed on top of her. Ville began to lick and kiss along her jaw and neck. Alicia squealed at the feel of his wet mouth so close to her chest. His hot and no doubt drunken breath danced along her skin, across her collarbone, lower… oh.

The top of Ville’s tongue found a nipple and pulled it teasingly between his teeth. Alicia’s orgasm had not reduced her wanting in the slightest. Everything south of her navel throbbed and ached for him. She had spent years secretly pining for his touch, and now she would take everything she wanted.

Alicia’s hand found Ville’s shoulder and gently pushed him to the side. He rolled over onto his back and watched her with lustful curiosity. She ran her palms down his smooth chest and wrapped one around his hard cock. He gasped ever so slightly; his eyebrows raised in anticipation. Alicia returned his stare as her wet lips found themselves wrapped around the warm and pink head of his manhood. Ville’s head lolled back as Alicia began to suck.

Ville moaned softly and opened his eyes to take in the vision of her pleasuring him. “You are so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth.” He murmured, slightly out of breath, his hand slid to the back of her head, guiding himself further down her throat gently.

Alicia got the message; pushing to swallow every inch of him in ignorance of her own gag reflex. He would never be able to say she wasn’t great at giving head. She chased his orgasm ferociously. Alicia wasn’t sure if they had a future after tonight, so she had to ensure this encounter was everything.

“No.” Moaned Ville. “I’m not finishing in your mouth, baby, let me fuck you.” Who was Alicia to argue? Kneeling, her thighs around his waist, she began to lower herself onto him. His moist head found her soaking slit and forced its way in. Alicia threw her head back in pleasure as Ville gripped her hips aggressively and began to pound her aching pussy.

There followed a symphony of euphoric phrases. In between Ville’s “Fuck!” and Alicia’s “Don’t stop!” the lovers moved in sync with each other.

“Get on your back.” Commanded Ville, suddenly. Alicia dismounted him obediently and did what she was told. Ville positioned himself in between her soft, legs and once again tore into her, leaving bruises on her thighs with his fingertips. His hips jolted forwards and back as he slammed into her over and over viciously and relentlessly. With each thrust, Ville pounded into Alicia’s cervix as she screamed in ultimate pleasure. With each wave, Alicia found herself getting closer, her mound beginning to heat, the pressure beginning to build. Small gasps of air escaped her lips as her sharply manicured nails left red claw marks up and down Ville’s back. They would both be incredibly sore in the morning.

“I- I’m gonna cum.” He moaned softly as he left lashings of thick white love inside her. Alicia wrapped her legs around Ville’s waist at the height of their shared orgasm. They lay there, clammy and entangled for several minutes as their heart rates lowered and their breathing returned to normal. Ville slid out of Alicia and gracefully lay down next to her. His heavy eyes found her, and they lay locked in each other’s gaze.

It was a minute before Alicia remembered… “Oh god, they probably heard us!” She covered her hands with her face and cringed with the shame.

Ville chuckled. “You were incredibly loud…” He smirked.

Alicia rolled over, her head resting on her elbow. “And whose fault was that, hmm?”

Ville blushed, “I regret nothing. Seeing those tits… this has been the best night of my life.” He grinned.

Alicia threw back her head and laughed. “You’re damn right… I don’t get these out for just anybody, you know.”

“Oh?” Questioned Ville, leaning in. “It looked like the whole apartment was very close to getting a show.”

Alicia sighed, “I didn’t want to kiss Mige, I wanted to kiss you. I panicked and… this Finnish asshole made me do shots of jagermeister.”

“He was a bit of an asshole, yes. He didn’t want to share you.” He smiled.

“Well, now you don’t have to.” She smiled back.

Alicia sat up in bed, stretched her arms above her head, and started the search for her clothes. She slid her panties back on and pulled the Black Sabbath shirt over her head. “You snooze, you lose!” She teased. “You are never getting this shirt back.” Ville groaned.

Alicia walked to the door and inched it open slightly… tiptoeing out of the room to get her walk of shame over, quickly. She was surprised to find the apartment completely empty. “Looks like we scared them away!” She called to Ville as she perused the leftover alcohol.

She returned to her naked lover with two cold cider cans. With click of two ring pulls and the metallic clink of their cans together, Alicia and Ville toasted the new found complexities of their relationship.

“Cheers… to new beginnings.” Smiled Alicia.

“And the best fuck of your life!” Grinned Ville, cheekily. It was a grin Alicia decided she wouldn't mind waking up to everyday from now on.

[madhatterbri]

Baby Duty | F.B. Demon King

Summary: The Demon form of Finn hasn't been a fan of the new baby. With Y/N fast asleep, he finally gets put on baby duty.

Finn Balor Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms @mrsarcherofinfamy

"Its crying," Finn's demon form pointed out in disgust. His nose scrunched as he peered at the baby in his human form's arms. Finn turned his head to the mirror over the baby's crib. His bright blue eyes rolled. The demon was an idiot sometimes.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious. I can see Gabriel is crying," the human father corrected. Gabriel had been fed and changed. Now, he was just getting out some last-minute emotional outbursts before he would fall back asleep. Finn hushed him and cuddled him in his arms.

"I don't care what its name or why it's crying. Make it stop," the Demon growled at Finn. The Demon was still not taking kindly about the baby. Ever since Finn and Y/N brought him home from the hospital. Now, the baby was a few months old, and he was still not adjusted.

"You know, when you take over my body, you are going to have to help Y/N with him," Finn reminded.

The Demon laughed. "It was her choice to make a child with you. Not mine. I'll wake her before that ever happens,"

One Friday evening, the Demon form laid in the bed next to Y/N. His arms were crossed over his body. He was pouting. Finn told him explicitly that he had better take care of Gabriel if he cried. All was quiet until the shrill cries of the baby startled him.

"Now," he heard Finn say from within. The Demon muttered under his breath. He crawled towards the child's bedroom.

"I am going to scare him. He's not used to the Demon form," the Demon whined.

"Well, this is his father. He will have to get used to seeing the both of us," Finn argued.

Demon opened the door slowly. He pushed the door open. The baby's cries spilled out into the hallway. The Demon made a face yet knew he had to go in. Slowly, he crawled to the crib.

The Demon stood up when he was next to the crib. Gabriel opened his blue eyes. Soft whimpers escaped his tiny form. He stayed quiet momentarily when he looked at the Demon form of his father.

"What is it doing?" The Demon asked nervously. He didn't want to scare the baby. Not that he cared if he did. He just didn't want him to cry more.

"He recognizes our face. Does he smell? Y/N only fed him an hour ago. He might just want to be held. Pick him up," Finn insisted. The Demon growled and leaned down into the crib. Gabriel lifted his hands to go up.

"Is it trying to attack me?" He asked and picked up the baby. The Demon held the baby at arms length. Gabriel whined and reached out for the Demon. His face contorted as if he was going to cry again.

"Hold Gabriel next to you," Finn ordered. Slowly, the Demon moved baby Gabriel closer to him. He held him in his arms.

"This isn't so bad, I guess. Hey, stop that!" The Demon demanded. Gabriel squealed in delight and played with his tendrils. The laugh was infectious, and soon, the Demon was laughing along, too.

The Demon grumbled and sat on the rocking chair. Baby Gabriel clapped his hands and kicked his tiny feet. He even placed a tendril in his mouth.

"I guess you aren't too bad, baby,"

[matty-bear]

XI. Out [N.S]

type: The Influencer series FINALE

pairing: nick sturniolo x male!oc

warnings: sfw, tooth-rotting fluff, implications of sex (NO SMUT !!)

summary:  in which Finn and Nick come clean about their relationship to the fans on the Cut The Camera Podcast

notes: oh em geeee the influencer is done :000 I’m so grateful for all the support you guys have given me while Ive been working on this series <3 I could have never finished this series without you guy;s love and support fr fr . I might re write this after I write a bit more but I’m happy with how this series is right now ! hopefully you guys are fed with this but if youre not, don't fret there will be more finn and nick content in the near future ^^ thank you again for joining me on this ride and i hope to see you guys on my future works ! <3 p.s., hope you guys dont mind this extra long chapter ;3 

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“My love~” The sound of Finn's voice echoing from their dimly lit shared bathroom causes Nick to abruptly lift his head from the pillow he’s laying on. 

“Yes?” Nick replies as he pushes himself up into a sitting position. The soft sound of footsteps pattering against the floorboards sounds through the male's ears as he swings his legs over the side of the bed. 

“I should've done my skincare last night.” Nick didn’t need to lift his head to know that Finn was frowning. His tone sounded nothing but upset and Nick's claim seems to be correct when he lifts his head to be met with his boyfriend slightly pouting. 

“What makes you say that? Did you break out or something?” Nick instinctively grasps Finn's hips to pull him in between his legs. He watches as his boyfriend slowly nods and removes his hand from the left side of his face to reveal a small, baby blue star patch.

“I got a pimple.” Finn raises a finger to point at the covered pimple, his frown not faltering. Before Nick gets the chance to add to the conversation, Finn sighs deeply and takes a seat on his boyfriend’s leg. “I envy you and your clear skin.” 

“Do you now?” Finn rapidly nods his head as he rests his chin on Nick's semi-clothed shoulder. 

“Yeah. You rarely break out. And when you do, it doesn’t take you very long to get rid of the pimples of whatever pops up on your skin.”

Nick simply hums softly and begins to drag his fingertips against Finn’s clothes back. “Baby, I have a question for you.” 

“What is it?” 

“I was talking with Matt and Chris last night about us coming clean about our relationship to the fans. They both made some pretty good points and I wanted to know if you were okay with coming to join us for a podcast so we can, you know, properly come out and I can introduce you to everyone as my boyfriend. It was either that or doing it in a car video but I feel like fans would want to know more about you, especially if they don’t follow you on social media, so they can get to know how wonderful you are from you from the podcast. What do you say? we’ll be filming the episode later today so you practically have all day to think about it.” 

The faint sound of Finn humming runs through Nick's ears for a moment, followed by the soft vibrations of his chest against his arm. “I'm down.” 

Nick's eyes light up as he leans back slightly to peer down at Finn. “really?” 

The taller hums again with a small smile as he gets up from his spot on Nick's leg. “As long as I get to sit next to you in the studio and if Chris and Matt aren’t gonna tease us the entire time.” 

“Well, I can't promise you that, but I'll talk to them later. Anyways, where are you going? Come back.” 

“I need to change!” A small laugh escapes Finn’s lips as he excuses himself to go to the closet. Upon opening the door and letting himself inside the small space, Nick quickly gets up from his spot on the bed and rushes over to the male. The moment he steps foot inside his closet, his eyes narrow as he watches his boyfriend shift through his rack of sweatshirts. 

“What are you doing?” Nick asks, his arms crossing over his chest. 

Finn momentarily shifts his gaze from the hangers in front of him to look over at his boyfriend who’s leaning against the doorframe. He sends the male a soft smile and returns to shifting through the hangers before he replies, “Finding a sweatshirt to wear.” 

“In my closet?” 

“Yeah.” Nick rolls his eyes as Finn finally settles on a clothing item. The redhead can practically see the happiness and excitement radiating off his boyfriend as he slips a black sweatshirt with large gray stars off a hanger. He watches as Finn quickly flips the item around to allow Nick to see it, a cheesy smile clear as day on his lips. 

“This is what you bought on our first date.” Finn says, his arms quickly getting to work on getting the sweatshirt over his head. 

“First date?” Nick asks, a single eyebrow raising as he watches his boyfriend’s head pop out of the top of the sweater. 

Finn lets out a small sigh as the familiar smell of vanilla runs through his senses. “Yeah, first date. Well, I considered it to be a little date, a blind one in a sense if you get what I mean.” 

“You know, we haven’t gone out on a proper date in a while.” At Nick's statement, Finn can't help but smile widely. As he approaches the redhead, he slowly wraps his arms around the shorter’s waist and peers down at him. 

“Is that a way of telling me that you want to go on a proper date?” Finn asks, his smile not faltering as he watches Nick’s facial expressions carefully. 

“Obviously, yes. I’ve actually been planning a little date for a few days now.” Nick smiles as he watches Finn’s eyes mimic those of a child being surprised on Christmas day. “Before you say anything, that’s all I'm telling you.” 

Finn’s excited expression drops and is quickly replaced with a small frown. “Oh come on~” The male whines as he begins to sway himself and Nick back and forth. “Just another hint, please?” 

“Nope. You're just gonna have to wait.” As Nick slips out of Finn’s hold and exits the closet, the latter gasps dramatically and quickly follows him. 

“Come on, please?” 

“Nope.” Finn lets out a small whine as he follows Nick downstairs. He quickly turns the corner when the male enters the kitchen and he immediately leans against the counter closest to Nick with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Well, good morning you two.” Matt greets as he passes the kitchen upon exiting his bedroom, his mop of messy and fluffy chocolate brown hair being a sign of his good night’s rest. 

Finn quickly turns his head around to face the younger male. “Oh hey.” Matt shares a quick smile with Finn as he walks towards the fridge. 

“So…” The brunette starts as he grabs a bottle of root beer off the top shelf. “Are we having a guest join us for the podcast today?” 

At Matt’s straightforward question, Nick quickly shifts his gaze from the small ceramic bowl in his hands to Finn who’s next to him. The redhead shares a quick look with his boyfriend before the taller smiles softly and looks over at Matt who’s taking small sips of the beverage in his hand. 

“I believe so, yes.” Finn replies with a small head nod. Matt lets out an excited shout before he makes his way over to the couple on the opposite side of the kitchen. 

“Did it take a lot of convincing?” Matt diverts his question to Nick who’s busy stirring a serving of dry cereal in the milk in his bowl. He waits for the older to take a quick bite and swallow the contents before he replies, “Not really no. I just gave him a quick rundown of what happened last night and he agreed to join us today.” 

After seeing Matt look over at him, Finn gently nods his head with a small smile. “Well, I’m glad you’re joining us today, Finn.” Matt says as he takes another quick sip of his root beer. “Should I start prepping questions with Chris then?”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. When you guys are done, send me the list.” Nick replies with a small head nod. 

“Alright, I'll go do that then. See you guys later.” Matt sends a quick wave goodbye to Nick and Finn as he excuses himself to go back to his bedroom. After ensuring that the male shuts the door behind him, Finn immediately wraps his arms around Nick’s waist and pulls him flush against his chest.

At the sudden movement, the redhead lets out a small noise of surprise and removes the spool full of cereal from his mouth before it spills. After setting the utensil down in the nearly empty bowl, Nick turns his head to be met with a smiley Finn who’s resting his head on his shoulder. 

“Can we go back to bed please?” Finn asks, his speech slightly muffled due to his mouth being inches away from the exposed skin on Nick’s shoulder. 

“Baby, it’s 2 o’clock in the afternoon.” Nick starts, his eyes momentarily shifting over to the microwave nearby to double-check the time. “I don't think it’s a good idea to go to bed right now. Besides, if you want to cuddle, we can do it in the living room.”

“Fine.” Finn huffs slightly, his grip on Nick’s waist tightening ever so slightly. “Hurry up. You're taking too long.” 

“Calm down Mr. Eager. I'm almost done.” Finn impatiently watches as Nick picks up his spoon and scoops up a few pieces of cereal and some milk. At the sight of the male slowly risking the utensil to his slightly opened mouth, Finn groans and drops his head to his boyfriend’s shoulder. 

“You hate me.” Nick can’t help but chuckle at the taller’s statement and quickly stuffs the food in his mouth before going for another portion. 

“Glad you're aware of the fact so I don’t have to verbally say it.” Nick bites back a laugh when he hears Finn gasp dramatically. He watches from the corner of his eye as the male stands upright, his mouth wide open in shock drawing a small chuckle from him. 

“That's so disrespectful.” Finn waits for Nick to eat the contents from his spoon before he lands a poke on his side. The redhead flinches at the small touch and quickly whips around to narrow his eyes at the taller. 

“No, it’s not.” Nick defends as he points the tip of his spoon at the male. 

“Yes, it is.” Finn frowns, “Hurry up and finish your cereal.” 

“You’re the one that interrupted me.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up please I’m getting cold.” 

“Baby, you have a whole-ass sweater on. The only person here that should be cold is me.” Nick gestures to the white tank top hugging his torso before he turns around to face his bowl again. 

“Hey, you’re the one that decided to change out of your shirt to put this on.” Finn starts, his pointer finger hooking underneath the strap on Nick’s tank top. “You could’ve left it on.” 

“Okay true,” Nick mumbles, his speech slightly muffled due to the food in his mouth. Finn simply hums as he watches the redhead walk over to the skin to wash his dish.

After turning off the tap and wiping his hands dry, Nick makes his way over to Finn and wordlessly grabs his hand to guide the two of them to the living room. The shorter momentarily releases his hand from Finn’s to sit down as as he reaches over to grab a pillow, the taller’s eyes stay glued to Nick’s arms which slightly flex as he reaches over. 

“I can feel you starting. Well, see you staring as well.” Nick states, his eyes momentarily shifting up to see his boyfriend before he fixes it back onto the pillow in his hand. 

“Are you sure you haven’t been working out?” Finn asks, a single hand resting on his hip as the other points at Nick. The latter quickly raises his head at his boyfriend’s question and chuckles softly before reaching forward to grab his waist. 

“Finn, we've been around each other almost every single day. I think you would know if I was working out.” Nick guides Finn to sit in his lap before he continues, “Besides, you know damn well I'm not about that physical activity shit.” 

Finn can’t help but giggle at Nick's last statement. “Oh trust me, I know. But I'm just saying that you got a little muscle building up.” 

Nick raises an eyebrow at the taller tucking his head in the crook of his neck. “I heavily beg to differ but whatever you say.” 

“Look, I'm not lying!” Finn quickly removes himself from his spot in Nick’s neck to grab into his arm. His hand quickly shifts up to the male’s bicep and the moment he squeezes the area, he feels the shorter tense underneath his fingers. “You definitely have some muscles here. Look, just flex a little.”

“Finn, I am not flexing.” 

“Come on, why not.” 

“Because.”

“Because why?” 

Nick lets out a small sigh and looks over at Finn, the sight of his puppy eyes causing his heart to ache. “Alright, enough of that.” He gently sets his hand on the taller’s face to push him away.  “If I flex my arm will you paint your nails with me?” 

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Now flex, cmon!” Nick sighs yet again and waits for Finn to remove his hand from his bicep before he quickly flexes his arm. At the excited shout escaping his boyfriend’s mouth, Nick instinctively hides his face behind his hand. “You do have muscles you fucking liar!” 

Nick doesn’t say anything and instead shakes his head in response. Finn playfully rolls his eyes at the male before he grabs the hand covering his face and slowly pries it away. “Why are you so flustered?” Finn teases, a large smile appearing on his lips at the sight of his boyfriend’s flushed face. 

“Shut it,” Nick mumbles as he leans forward to hide in Finn’s chest. The latter giggles at his boyfriend and cards a hand through his dark red locks before landing a small peck on the crown of his head. 

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“Baby, you know you don’t have to do a full face of makeup right? It’s not like we’re going out in public.” Nick says as he steps into his bathroom, his fingers getting to work on zipping up a purple sweater that’s loosely hung on his shoulders.

“It’s just guy-liner I swear.” Finn defends, his tall frame leaning back from the mirror to look over at the male standing next to him. He gives his boyfriend a small smile before lifting the eyeliner underneath his eye again. Nick sighs softly and shakes his head as he lifts himself on the counter. He wastes no time in grabbing Finn’s free hand and fiddling with the few rings hugging his fingers. The latter, noticing the male’s change in behavior, momentarily stops what he’s doing to look over at him. “My love?” 

Nick quickly lifts his head to meet Finn’s worried gaze. “Yeah?” 

“You’re nervous. What’s wrong?” 

“Nervous? Pshh. I’m not nervous.” Finn exhales deeply through his nose before turning his body so he’s fully facing Nick. He sends the male a knowing look before saying, “You don’t think I noticed that you play with my rings when you're nervous?” 

Nick forces his lips into a straight line and allows his gaze to fall back down to Finn’s hand which is still in his gasp. “Okay, maybe I am a little nervous.” 

A small frown makes its way onto Finn’s lips before he takes a step close to Nick and sets his free hand on his clothed thigh. “Why?”

“Don’t know.” 

“Nick…” As Finn cups the latter’s face with a single hand, Nick sighs softly and looks up at him. “Is it because this is gonna be the first video that’s gonna be posted of us being together?” Nick slowly nods his head. “Oh baby, you don’t need to be nervous about this. Just think about it like this; When this podcast gets uploaded, we can finally be open to doing whatever we want. You want us to be free with this, right?” Nick nods again. “Okay, then let’s get this done and we can do that.” 

Finn lands a quick peck on the younger’s forehead before returning to his space in front of the mirror. As he touches up his slightly smudged eyeliner, the faint sound of the door opening alerts Nick and causes his head to quickly lift and turn towards the sound. 

“You guys getting ready to go on the catwalk or what? The hell's taking so long?” The annoyed voice of Chris echoes in the bedroom as the male steps inside and makes a beeline for the open bathroom. The male sighs softly and crosses his arms over his chest when his eyes land on Nick and Finn who have both stopped what they’re doing. Finn slowly turns his head around to meet eyes with Chris, the hand that’s holding his eyeliner still inches away from his eye. 

“Just give us five more minutes,” Finn says with a soft huff. 

“Can you knock, please? You have no manners.” Nick mumbles as he lightly shoves Chris’s shoulder to push him out of the bathroom. 

“Whatever. Just hurry up please.” Chris rolls his eyes with a small sigh before he exits the room and gently shuts the door behind him. 

“You done?” Nick asks, turning his head to look over at his boyfriend who’s ruffling his hair. 

“Yeah, I'm done,” Finn replies as he shakes his head, his slightly curly bangs flopping down neatly over his forehead. “Wait, do you wanna wear something of mine before we head to the studio?” 

“Wear something of yours?” Nick repeats, a single eyebrow-raising. 

“Yeah.” Finn hums and guides the shorter out of the bathroom. “Since I'm wearing your sweater, you could wear the one I wore here. The fans would see that we’re wearing each other's clothes and they would freak out about it.” 

Nick softly hums as he watches Finn walk over to the stack of neatly folded clothes sitting on his desk. “I’m down.” As the redhead unzips his sweater and shrugs it off his body, Finn slips a hoodie with dark green and black stripes out from his pile of clothes. He walks over to Nick, the item in his right hand, and gives his boyfriend a small smile before handing it to him. “Will it fit me?” 

Finn’s smile immediately drops and he narrows his eyes at his boyfriend who gently slips the hoodie out of his hand. “Nick, are you serious?” 

“Dead serious. I’m clearly larger than you and have never worn your clothes before so.” 

“Nick… You act like you're two sizes larger than I am. You’ll be fine, baby. Just put it on.” Nick glances up at Finn and sends him an anxious expression before hesitantly slipping the hoodie over his head.

He swiftly pulls his arms through the sleeves and pulls down the end of the clothing item once it’s fully on him. Nick takes a moment to stare down at his torso and examine the hoodie loosely hugging his torso before he looks up and gives a small smile to Finn. 

“See? It fits you!” Finn beams with a wide smile. He walks closer to Nick and begins to fix his hair which was messed up while he was putting his hoodie on. As he begins to card his slim fingers through his boyfriend’s hair, the redhead hums softly and subconsciously leans into the touch. 

“Yeah, I guess it does.” Nick hums softly. “I think we should go to the studio before Chris beats our ass.” 

“I think so too. Let’s go, c'mon.” Finn takes Nick’s hand in his and intertwines their fingers before he pulls him to the door. The moment they both step out of the room, they enter the brightly lit podcast studio. 

At the sound of a door softly shutting, Matt perks his head up and looks over at Nick and Finn who are walking towards the pink and white booth he’s sitting in. 

“Finally.” Matt sighs as he shuts his phone off and tucks it under his leg. “Was starting to think that you two would never show up.” 

“Okay, calm down. We’re here, are we not?” Nick says, shooting a glare toward the younger. The male steps aside when he reaches the booth to allow Finn to take a seat first. After his boyfriend settles in front of a mic at the edge of the table, Nick slips into his usual spot in the booth as well. 

“Everyone good with their spots?” Chris asks, mainly asking his question to Finn. As he gently sets his hands on both sides of his mic, Finn abruptly lifts his head to meet Chris’ gaze. After locking eyes with the boy, he gently nods his head and shoots the male a small smile. 

“The cameras are on right?” Nick asks, his eyes drifting from the various cameras tucked in the corners of the room. 

“Yeah, they’re on. We’re all good to go, kid. Start when you’re ready.” Matt confirms with a small head nod. 

Nick lets out a small exhale through his nose before looking over at Finn who’s sitting fairly close to him, however not close to the point they’d be in the same camera frame. The taller looks over at the younger and swiftly takes his hand that’s under the table.

As he begins to trace comforting circles on the back of the redhead’s hand, Nick cracks a smile and averts his attention back to his mic. He looks down at it for a moment and glances over Chris, who gives him an encouraging head nod. Nick nods faintly, more as a reassurance thing for himself, before he looks towards his camera. 

“Good morning Campers and welcome back to the Cut The Camera Podcast!” Nick greets, a warm smile immediately taking over his features. “I am Nick Sturniolo and I will be your favorite host for today's episode.” 

“Yeah, yeah favorite host my ass.” Matt mumbles, rolling his eyes for a brief moment before he looks at his respective camera. “I’m Matt by the way.” 

“And I'm Chris!” The youngest triplets exclaims, a large smile clear as day on his face. The male plays his imaginary air guitar for a moment and mimics the sound of the said instrument before he stops and rests his hands on the table in front of him. 

“I’m going to go ahead and do the small introduction for this episode because someone over here is getting nervous.” Matt begins, his eyes shifting over to lock with Nick’s who sends him a warning glare. “Today is a very special episode because we have someone joining us today. You guys might know this person, some of you may not, but I'll allow Nick to introduce this person to you guys. Nick?” 

“Thanks Matt,” Nick mumbles, his voice trailing off as he subconsciously begins to fidget with Finn’s fingers under the table. 

“Is that sarcasm?” 

“That’s up to your interpretation.” Matt shakes his head with a soft sigh as Nick looks over at his boyfriend. The redhead can’t help but smile when the male sends him a small wink and quickly looks away from him to look at his camera. “Today joining us in the studio is my boyfriend, Finn. Would you like to introduce yourself to the viewers and or listeners?” 

“I’d love to.” Finn replies with a small smile. He brings his mic closer to his mouth with his free hand before he continues, “Hey guys, I’m Finn as you may know. I am 21 years old and have been dating Nick for almost three months now. I am a full-time Instagram influencer but am close to being a full-time model as well.” 

“Wait, you're close to being a full-time model? I thought that was a side job you had.” Chris asks, his head tilting to the side as he looks over at the blue-haired male. 

“Yeah, it was a side job but since my manager, shoutout to Kim.” Finn starts, making a small finger heart with his free hand before he continues, “Has been booking me a lot more, I’ve been getting more modeling opportunities. It’s like every other day that I need to go to a shoot so I'd say that I'm very close to modeling full-time.” 

“This isn’t a question we have prepped but since we’re on the topic, would you drop Instagram if you did decide to go full-time with modeling? I know that job is a lot, from what I hear from you, and I'm just wondering if it’d be a little difficult to juggle two jobs at once.” 

“That’s a very good question hmm..” Finn ponders for a moment, his lips momentarily shifting into a straight line as he thinks. “I don’t think so, no. Instagram means a lot to me considering how much of a following I have on there and everything. Not to mention how I started my entire career there so I think that suddenly dumping Instagram would be a lot. I’ve been healthy balancing that and modeling with no problem right now so keeping up my account shouldn’t be a problem if and when I decide to go full-time with modeling.” 

“I see, I see.” Matt hums, “Was it hard making a face for yourself on social media through Instagram? I feel like it’s a lot harder for people to reach popularity through Instagram since there’s so much on there. Also, guys, don’t worry we will get into relationship questions here in a minute.” 

Finn chuckles softly at Matt’s last statement, his head dropping for a second before he looks back up and replies, “It was a little difficult, yes but I just kept being constant with posts and stuff. I feel like the key to growing on any base is being consistent so that’s exactly what I did. I did experience some setbacks a few years into gaining popularity but I got over them eventually.” 

“When did you start social media? Like age-wise.” Chris asks. 

“I wanna say like 16,” Finn replies with a small head nod. “I wanted to start way younger but my parents didn’t let me so.” 

“I feel like 16 is a decent age to start this stuff at. I mean we started our YouTube career at 17 and just continued to work towards getting popularity. I was about to say fame but I find that a little corny. Besides, I think fame is too big of a word to describe what we have right now.” 

“I completely agree with the fame thing. I would never use that term to describe myself, no matter how big I get. I just feel like that’s more of a celebrity term. You know, singers and actors usually have that term tied to their names.” 

“Yes! I completely agree!” Matt exclaims, his voice raising a few octaves as he points a single finger at Finn. 

“Great minds think alike,” Finn says with a large smile. The two share a quick handshake before Chris breaks the small silence. 

“Nick, I haven't heard from you in a good minute. You doing okay over there?” Chris asks, a teasing smile creeping onto his lips as he glances over at the older who’s staring at his boyfriend. 

“Huh?” Nick hums, quickly snapping out of his gaze when Chris’ voice runs through his ears. “Oh, yeah I'm fine.” 

“He’s been staring at Finn this whole time. Is the sun shining out of his ass or something?” Matt asks, adding to the teasing as he nudges Nick with his foot. 

“Alright, enough of that. I didn’t sign up to sit through an hour of teasing from the two of you.” Nick mumbles, shifting his gaze from Finn to his two brothers. As he seemingly stares daggers at the two, Finn speaks up. 

“I can smell the edits now,” Finn says with a small laugh. “Oh my God, the way he looks at him.” 

“Not you too,” Nick says, his jaw dropping slightly as he looks over at his boyfriend who’s already gazing down at him. 

“I gotta agree with Finn here. I’m gonna see a shit ton of edits of the two of you on my for you page after this episode is out.” Chris chimes in, his speech slightly muffled due to his hands covering and rubbing his face. 

“Speaking of which!” Finn exclaims with a small smile, “If you guys make any edits of Nick, tag me in them, please. I need to see every single Nick edit in existence for me to live a happy life, thank you.” 

“Baby, I'm literally right here. Why do you need to see edits of me when I'm right next to you?” Nick asks, his eyebrows furring together as a bewildered expression takes over his features. Before he allows Finn to reply, he points at his camera and says, “Do the same with me please but for Finn edits, thanks.” 

“Okay, fucking hypocrite. I was just about to defend myself but it seems like we both have the same idea.” 

“Okay but in my defense, I rarely see edits of you. I need more in my life, seriously.” 

“What the hell is this conversation?” Chris laughs, gaining a small shrug from Matt who’s simply staring at the couple in front of him in disbelief. 

“Can we go back to questioning the kid, please? Or you two to be specific?” Matt asks, chucking when Nick and Finn both stop their conversation to look over at him. 

“My bad. Go ahead with the questions.” Finn apologizes with a small giggle. 

“Alright, first question about you and Nick.” Chris begins, scrolling through his notes for a moment before continuing, “When did you two first meet? Matt and I know what went down but the fans don’t so please enlighten us.” 

“Enlighten us is crazy,” Nick mumbles, his statement earning a small chuckle from his boyfriend. 

“Do you wanna say it or should I?” Finn asks, adjusting his position on the booth slightly so he can face the male next to him. 

“You can,” Nick replies with a small smile.

Finn gently nods his head and clears his throat before he starts explaining, “So the triplets and I were invited to this large influencer party in downtown LA. When I first met Nick, I found him staring at the bottles of liquor like he was seeing colors for the first time. I asked if he needed help and he agreed and let me help him. And before you guys say anything, I made him the least alcoholic beverages possible. Anyways Nick doesn’t know this but I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye the whole time I was getting his drinks.” 

“YOU COULD?” Nick exclaims, his face flushing in embarrassment as he looks wide-eyed at the male next to him. 

“Yeah, I could.” Finn giggles. 

“Stop, that's so embarrassing, oh my God.” As Nick hides his face in his hands, collective laughter sounds from the three boys in the studio. 

“Hey, I was staring at you too so it’s fine.” 

“You were?” 

“Absolutely, yes. The second you left the drinking area, I purposely dragged my friends closer to the area you guys were at so I could get a better look at you.” 

“I didn’t see you when I was looking for you, though. You must’ve found a good spot.” 

“You were looking for me?” Finn smiles widely at Nick as the male’s face heats up and takes on a soft red hue. 

Nick sputters for a moment before he voices his reply, “Yeah when we were leaving.” 

“Seeing how easily Finn makes Nick all flustered like this is fucking insane to me.” Matt states as he rubs a hand over his chin. 

“You guys will definitely see more of this when we get Finn in vlogs and whatnot but this kid literally has Nick wrapped around his pinkie finger. It’s fucking hilarious.” Chris adds with a small laugh. 

“Okay, can you two shut up please? Thanks.” Nick says, subtly flipping off the two males before he turns to face Finn again. 

“They do have a point, my love. You do get flustered quite easily.” Finn says, his statement earning a hurtful expression to spread across Nick’s face. Before the male gets to retaliate, the taller grabs his face with a single hand and brings him closer to him. Nick’s face darkens a shade or two as his nose brushes against his boyfriend’s and he slowly shrinks in his seat under the male’s strong gaze. 

“CLIP THAT! CLIP THAT!” Chris exclaims as he gets out of his seat and points at the two boys a few steps away from him. 

“The editors are gonna get a kick out of this episode.” Matt says, his eyes staying fixed onto Nick who’s staring up at Finn with slightly wide eyes. 

“Nick editors to be exact.” 

“Can yall shut it please.” Nick mutters, his efforts of sounding threading failing when Finn sends him a heart melting smile. 

“Finn, you’re gonna kill him.” 

“I’m stopping, I'm stopping.” 

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It’s currently Monday and Nick and Finn are huddled up in the redhead’s bedroom. A random movie they both agreed to watch is playing on the television however neither of the boys are paying any attention to it. Rather, the two are too occupied in being wrapped in each other's arms under a large blanket they stole from Chris. Comfortable silence drifts between the two, the only real sound filling the room being the movie and their synced breaths. 

“The podcast episode is being released in ten minutes,” Nick mumbles, his soft voice breaking the small silence in the room. 

Finn lifts his head from his spot on Nick’s chest. “Really?” 

Nick hums in response. “That means you’re gonna have to let me get up so I can upload it.” 

Finn chuckles softly and reluctantly removes himself from Nick’s hold to sit up and lean against the headboard. He takes a moment to stretch his sore limbs before he looks over at his boyfriend who hasn’t moved from his position. “Do you want me to get your laptop or are you gonna get up?” 

Nick shifts his eyes from the television in front of him to look over at Finn. “Can you get it for me, please? I’m too comfortable.” 

“Of course, give me a second.” Nick silently watches as Finn gets out from underneath the covers and slips off the mattress. The male walks a few steps to arrive at Nick's desk and disconnects any wires connected to his laptop before picking it up and returning to bed. “Here you go, my love.” 

“Thank you, baby.” Nick sends Finn a warm smile as he hands him his laptop. It was only then that the redhead decided to sit up and lean against the headboard. As he sets his laptop on his lap and turns it on, Finn shuffles closer to the male and leans against his shoulder. “I can’t believe this is happening.” 

“What? Us coming out as a couple to the public?” 

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, I'm glad we’re doing this but I'm still a little nervous.” 

“I am too, but don't worry too much. We got this.” Finn sits up a little to nestle his face in the crook of Nick’s neck. The latter can’t help but tense up at the feeling of the taller peppering the side of his neck with soft and tender kisses. Nick opens his mouth to comment on his boyfriend’s behavior but cuts himself off when the male bites down on the skin under his ear.

“Finn,” Nick whines, his eyes shut tightly as he subconsciously tits his neck to the side to give the male more access to his skin. 

“Hmm?” Finn hums, his focus staying fixed on the younger’s skin in between his teeth.

“I need to upload this, you’re distracting me.” 

“Am I now?” 

“Yes you-“ Nick cuts himself off yet again when Finn begins to suck on the same area he was biting moments prior. A low groan slips out of Nick's mouth as he moves his laptop off his lap and grabs his boyfriend’s bicep. “Finn, please.” 

The latter bites down on Nick’s tender skin once more before finally stopping and pulling away. Finn eyes the area he marked for a moment and can’t help the proud smile forming on his lips as the sight of a purpling spot under the redhead’s ear. “Might need to cover that up before we go downstairs.” Finn says as he rubs over the area with his index finger. 

“You’re helping me.” Nick grumbles as he grabs his laptop and pulls it back on his lap. “I’m getting your aas back for this by the way.” 

“I’d like to see you try.” Nick looks over at Finn and takes in his cocky grin. The male can’t help but scoff softly at the sight and returns to uploading the podcast episode. It only takes about five minutes for Nick to upload the video and when he’s done, he softly shuts his laptop and sets it on the nearby nightstand. 

“I’d like to try now.” 

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“Guys the fans are going fucking insane. I swear i’ve never seen so many fan pages edit a video of ours so quick-“ Matt starts as he opens the door to Nick’s room. He quickly shuts his mouth and stares wide-eyed at the two shirtless males on the bed, the only thing covering their lower halves being the blanket they were using earlier. Nick quickly slips off Finn and looks over at Matt who’s standing in the doorway, his face flush in embarrassment. 

“Matt! Fucking knock!” Nick exclaims as he pulls the blanket up to his chest. 

“My bad. I'm gonna go bleach my eyes now.” Matt sputters, his words mumbling together as he quickly exits the room and loudly shuts the door behind him. 

“God, that kid.” As Nick lets out a heavy exhale, he looks over at Finn who’s still lying on his back.

He takes a moment to stare at the male while his eyes are still shut and allows his eyes to wander down to his slightly parted lips which are taking in heavy inhales of air, his chest rapidly rising in the process. Nick’s eyes eventually wander to the taller’s hair, which is a lot messier considering what they were doing before they got interrupted. Before he allows his gaze to wander down to his exposed chest, Nick quickly rips his gaze away when Finn opens his eyes. 

“We should do this more often.” Finn breathes out as he blinks up at the male hovering over him. 

“Are you sure about that? I don't think you could go for much longer considering how fucked you look right now.”

“Oh, I looked fucked right now?” As Nick hums softly in response, Finn sits up slightly and leans against his arms, the crown of his head inches away from the headboard of the bed. As the taller gazes up at his boyfriend, he can’t help but let his eyes wander down to his chest. “Wait, I just realized you don’t have a shirt on.” 

“Oh,” Nick quickly looks down at his torso and peeks into the gap made from the blanket covering the majority of his upper half. “Yeah, I don't.” 

As Nick looks back over at Finn, a confused expression overtakes his features at the sight of the taller’s wide smile. “Why are you smiling so hard?” 

“Well it’s just that you’ve always been so huge on keeping a shirt on and not allowing anyone to see you shirtless and the fact that you are currently topless is just making me a little happy. You know,  because you were comfortable enough to take your tank top off and be bare during what we just did.” 

“Oh,” Nick mumbles again, a single arm raising to rub his nape. “Yeah, I do feel quite comfortable with you now. Besides, I feel like if we’re going to have 

sex or make out then I can't have my shirt on.” 

Finn’s eyebrows furrow at Nick’s last statement and he quickly sits upright. “Love, you know you don’t have to feel obligated to not have a top on when we do this shit right?” Silence falls over the two boys for a moment.

At the sight of Nick forcing his lips together and looking off to the side, Finn heavily sighs and leans his head against the male’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, if we’re going to have sex or shit like that, it is completely okay with me if you want to keep your clothes on. It’s not like I'm going to get upset or anything. I want you to be comfortable, okay?” 

“Okay.” When Nick turns his head to look over at Finn, the latter immediately captures his lips with his for a quick kiss. When the taller pulls away, he removes himself from his boyfriend’s shoulder and begins patting the area around him. “What are you doing?” Nick asks, his eyebrows knitting together as he watches the male slip his hand under the blanket. 

“I wanna see the feedback from the podcast episode. Matt said the fans are flipping their shit and I wanna see it for myself.” Finn replies, momentarily shifting his gaze to look at Nick before he pulls his phone out from under the blanket. As Nick gently nods his head with a small hum, Finn situates himself back against his shoulder and unlocks his phone. “I’m gonna check Tiktok first.” 

Finn spins his thumb around a few times as his eyes scan his lock screen for the said app and when he finally finds it, he clicks it open. It didn’t take a single scroll from the male for a video of himself and Nick to pop up on his feed. Immediately, the room fills with the sound of both boys talking with Daylight by Taylor Swift playing softly in the back. 

“I’m just really grateful that I met Nick at that party. At the time, I was struggling mentally, obviously, it wasn’t shown on social media and I tried my best to now show it either, but when I met him I just felt all my worries and shit wash away. He brings me such peace and happiness and seeing him nearly every single day just makes me so fucking happy. Honest to God, I don’t know what I would be doing if I never went to that bar that night.” Finn says, his eyes not breaking away from Nick’s as he looks at the male with a loving and heart-stuck gaze. 

“God don’t even get me started with how amazing a boyfriend he is. I swear he knows me better than I know myself. He knows me like the back of his hand and immediately knows if something is up just by looking at me. He’s so caring and sweet and I need to figure out how to repay him because he’s just so fucking amazing.” 

“Oh, cut the bullshit.” Nick states, his eyes rolling rather playfully before he shifts his eyes up back to Finn’s, “I haven’t really been in a proper relationship before so all this shit is new to me, and still kinda is in a sense, but I appreciate how Finn takes things so slow with me. Like when we first started dating yes we kissed and whatnot but it was slow like how we both agreed on. He didn’t overstep any of my boundaries and constantly asked me if what he was doing was okay with me physical touch wise and always asked if I was comfortable. I couldn’t be more thankful for how patient he was with me. I could go on a whole fucking tangent about how much I care and appreciate this kid but I think I’d need a whole other podcast episode for that.” 

“Might as well give you guys another episode to gush about each other,” Chris says with a chuckle. 

“Well, the next podcast episode will be a Nick and Finn exclusive guys! Be on the lookout for it.” Matt exclaims as he points at the camera in front of him. 

“Okay, don’t put that out there. Doing this shit was anxiety-inducing enough. We’ll feed the people when we feed like feeding them.” Nick says, his statement earning a small head nod from Finn. 

“Nick and Finn content soon guys!” Finn exclaims with a wide smile.

The TikTok continues for a little while longer with various clips of the couple being shown as Daylight plays more loudly. Nick and Finn take a moment to scroll through the latter’s for you page, the sight of the support from hundreds of fan pages bringing large smiles to their faces. 

“I think this was a success, don’t you think?” Finn asks as he shuts his phone off and reaches over to set it on the nightstand.

“I completely agree,” Nick replies with a small head nod. As Finn returns to his previous spot against the headboard, Nick wordlessly moves the blanket further down his legs to lay down on his lap. “Should we do a photo dump later?” 

“If you want, it’s your call.” Nick nods his head and abruptly stops when Finn begins to card his fingers through his hair. The redhead can’t help but the large smile creeping onto his lips as he subconsciously leans into his boyfriend’s hand, his actions drawing a smile from the taller who’s gazing down at him. 

“Thank you for being with me.” 

“Oh, Nick.” Finn bends down to land a soft kiss on Nick’s temple. “I should be thanking you, to be honest.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Nick mumbles. The male takes a moment to flip onto his stomach and bury his face in Finn’s bare thigh. “Let me be sappy please.” 

Finn softly laughs at the male, “Alright, alright.” 

As Nick begins to land light kisses on Finn’s thigh, the latter begins to drag his fingertips up and down the younger’s bare back. The moment Nick feels the male’s fingers lightly brush against his skin, he tenses up with a choked giggle. 

“Finn…” Nick warns, “Don’t fucking start I swear to God.” 

“I’m not doing anything?” Finn asks, his eyebrows furrowing in pure confusion as he dips his head down to glance at the male in his lap. 

“Finn, you know damn well what you’re doing.” 

“Do you want me to stop? I will if you want me to.” 

“No, no!” Nick quickly reaches an arm back to grab Finn’s hand when he pulls away. “I didn’t mean to sound harsh or anything, I promise. It just feels really weird.” 

“Oh,” Finn mumbles with a small chuckle. “So can I continue?” When Nick nods his head and returns to his spot in Finn’s thigh, the latter continues his previous actions. 

The two sat there for the remainder of the day, their energy levels boosted up to the max simply by being in each other’s presence. Both boys finally had a weight they’d had on their shoulders for a month lifted off their backs and they couldn’t be happier. They finally felt free to do whatever they wanted couple-wise and knew that the fans would eat up all the content they gave them. They were forever grateful for the fans and made sure they were plenty aware of the fact through a few ‘thank you’ posts made on their public stories. 

In all, both Finn and Nick continued to stay happy with one another. They relied on each other constantly and were always there for one another. Nothing was getting in between the couple, their bond was simply unbreakable. Yes, they still had a long way to go in terms of their relationship but they were very content with where they are right now. Considering how the full story of how these two boys met and stole each other's hearts has finally ended on a happy note, most would believe that this would be the end. 

But that is not the case for Nick and Finn. 

Who says that there will stop being more content just because their series has ended? Their story has just started! 

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[judgementdayslittle]

How Little!Dominik Mysterio would react to TJD having another little (That's you!)

-At first he would be a bit confused and upset.

-Why do they need another baby? Isn't he enough? There's only room for one baby in this house, and that's him!

-Rhea, Damien, and Finn explain to him that they still love him of course! Nothing could ever stop them from loving him. And another little just means he has someone else to play with.

-He tries to understand, but when he see's you being fed a bottle by mami, or cooking with Damian, or playing with Finn, he can't help but feel jealous.

-Of course his caregivers still give him lots of attention! Usually when you're off with one or two of the Judgement Day members, the other free ones are spending time with Dom.

-You and the other members try everything to get Dom to get along with you, but he just, flops. An angy lil bean.

-But once he see's just how upset you are, he starts to feel a bit guilty.

-Espically when he hears you mumble "Dom no wikes me :("

-At that, he starts to cry.

-Which makes you cry.

-And now Mami, Papi, and Daddy have two crying babies to try and cheer up.

-Eventually, you and Dom hug it out

-Ever since then, you two became baby pals!

-Playing with each other, babbling to each other, coming up with plans to sneakily steal cookies from the kitchen without Damian knowing

-Rhea, Damian, and Finn are espically happy about you two finally getting along. Now that the two of you spend a lot of time together, it's a lot easier to have equal amounts of quality time with you two

-In the end, you and Dom become the best of pals!

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Hope this was a good first headcanon post. A lot of this, if not all of it, was inspired by @bibibi-tchx Iddle Biddle Dom series! :3 Feel free to request more headcanons if you'd like!

[flipppyflopp]

“You’re not from around here, are you? The name’s Finn Lyder. How’s your day goin’? Good? Should be great now that you’ve met me.”

Here is my TWST OC at last: Finnegan Lyder! He is based on the iconic Flynn Ryder from Tangled. One day I was just thinking about what movies twst hasn’t pulled from and I began to think that a twisted version of Flynn would fit right in at NRC and it all started from there.

For my first couple pics I wanted to highlight his characteristics as well as personality! The Equestrian Club was a given and he has one of the most hard headed horses at NRC, a stubborn horse named Minimus. Riddle has tried to convince Finn to take on another horse because of their animosity with one another, but Finn is just as hard headed as his horse and refuses to back down from a challenge. Parkour as Finn’s talent just makes sense with those quick getaways that Flynn makes in the movie. Crowley is fed up with Finn parkouring and running around NRC, but Finn couldn’t care less as it lets him avoid being late for class. He frequently parkours through the window into his seat right before the Crewel walks in….much to Crewel’s distaste 🤪

His unique magic, Point of View, was so fun to come up with! I wanted to mesh Tangled with Snow White and having an appearance altering magic made so much sense with how the Evil Queen changes her appearance, and in Tangled Flynn took on the persona of Flynn Ryder to deal with his own shortcomings as Eugene Fitzherbert. His magic might not be powerful, but it is great for sneaking around and finding out information. Vil sends him out to get the dirt on people as well as snoop in the other dorms. I wanted Finn to also serve as a loose representative of something from Snow White, since Epel is the poison apple and Rook is the hunter, so I treat him similarly to the raven who was at the Evil Queen’s side and gathered info for her. People think Rook is creepy with his photos and stalking, but Finn does a lot of people watching himself and takes notes on people’s behaviors and schedules so he can act like them if he takes on their appearance…Pomefiore is full of freaks y’all 😂

There’s so much I could say, but I don’t want this post to get super long so I’ll end it here! I’m going to make another post soon highlighting who he’s close friends with as well as his personality, so look forward to more Finn content soon! 💕

[toastandjamie]

I just- Mat and Thom’s friendship is just so good. Like it’s genuinely such a funny dynamic. Like in the first two books Thom was very solidly in the “I’m Rand’s stand in dad since his real dad can’t be here” camp alongside Lan only for Mat to stumble into a tavern in Tarvalon Thom was trying to drink himself to death in, high off his own luck and having just killed a man by flipping both of them off a bridge and standing up from that unscathed and Mat just goes “wanna go to Camlyn with me?” To note, they haven’t seen eachother since Thom nearly died to a Myrdraal and Mat was Literally The Worst at that point in time because dagger sickness; and Thom just goes “yeah sure.” And for the rest of the series Thom becomes Mat’s therapist/babysitter and it’s so funny.

Like- the things this old man put up with. He just had to sit there and listen to Mat lie to himself in real time like the rest of us. He got front row seats to Mat insisting that he was “no bloody hero” while feeding refugees, taking in orphans, rescuing women and risking his own safety for others constantly. He had to sit through Mat and Rand both coming to him to mope about how they can’t be friends anymore because Rand’s the dragon reborn while in Tear. He had to bare witness to Mat and Elayne glaring at eachother like feral cats the entire Ebou Dar trip playing mediator. Every single crack brained scheme Mat came up with the sneak out of Altara with three Aes Sedai in tow he had to listen to. He was forced to watch Mat’s insane attempts at courting the evil empress of the empire that’s been antagonizing the cast since book two. He had to drag Mat’s rabid ass through the tower of ghenji while trying to keep Mat from getting fed up and just trying to stab the Finn to death with a knife.

Thom might as well have been an honorary member of the band, because he put up with not just Mat’s antics, but Olver’s too. I just love them so much.

[mamisfavmosher]

"This is my first time asking my requests

Can you write a poly!judgement that The reader is part of the Bloodline younger sister of The Uso's, The reader is fed up with Roman and his shenanigans then Rhea and The Judgement Day wants the reader to join them (if you don’t wanna write that, I completely understand)

thanks for the request! and sorry for the wait!

new family // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

"How many times do I have to tell you, huh?" Roman bellowed. He was angry. I suppose he had every right to be. He had to do quite a bit of convincing with Adam Pearce to get this match for me and I messed up during the peak of anticipation. My foot had gotten caught behind the rope when I was attempting to perform a corkscrew from the top rope and it was obvious. I had flailed my arms a bit out of panic and the only thing my opponent could think to do was catch me and put me through her finisher. Before I knew it, the ref finished the three count and Roman was yanking me backstage. "I worked my ass off to get this opportunity for you and you go screw it all up! You're a shit wrestler if you can't even land a corkscrew!" He scoffed out.

"I'm sorry-" I hoped an apology would slightly calm him.

"You're sorry?! How about you learn how to do your fucking job before you start apologizing to me. You're so pathetic, you know that? You're lucky you're even still in the Bloodline." Roman angrily ranted in front of me. I took a deep breath and tried not to let his words affect me.

Glancing over at my brothers, they both gave me sympathetic looks before turning their gazes away to let me finish receiving my lecture. "But, Roman-"

"Shut the hell up! You wait for me to finish speaking before you say anything!" He was entering full on tribal chief mode now.

"But-"

"What did I just say? Shut your mouth! ..." Roman's words kept coming, but they seemed to be fading out as I spotted the darker, more dominant faction approaching. The four group members of the Judgment Day stood tall and menacing behind Roman as he let his anger take control. "Finally learned how to shut your mouth, huh?" I simply ignored the taunt and let my eyes wander toward Rhea's. Roman must have noticed that my attention was no longer on him and traced my eyesight behind him.

Damian stepped forward, his taller posture creating an air of superiority. "Roman Reigns, huh? You know, I never gave much thought to you, but now... now I just know you're a scumbag." He laughed out and Finn joined him. Rhea and Dom moved closer to me, shielding me from Roman and the rest of the Bloodline.

"You okay, chica?" Dom asked. I didn't answer, my mind still reeling with panic and anger and embarrassment. "Sweetheart? Can you hear me?" He snapped his fingers in front of my face. I had never seen Dom and Rhea look so concerned.

"I'm fine..." I shrugged and stood on my tip toes to look around Rhea at the rest of the Bloodline and the still raging Roman. Rhea moved her head into my view and gently ran her hand over my arm, a look of admiration crossing her face.

"You deserve better than this, babe." Her voice was soft, but there was a hint of persuasion to it. I knew what this was. She had mentioned it one other time after Roman had one of my matches taken away. The Judgment Day wanted me to join them. I had refused the first time, brushing the situation off as if it had never happened before and it wouldn't happen again. But, then it was as if Roman started playing on a loop. He would do something horrible, take something away from me, yell at me, and even sometimes disrespect me in the ring, and the Judgment Day had taken notice. "This idiot is holding you back. If you join the Judgment Day, your career is gonna sky rocket. I swear." I tried to avoid eye contact with her, pushing down the feeling of betrayal. If I join the Judgment Day, I'm leaving my brothers behind, my family. It felt like that was everything I had ever been taught not to do.

I caught the curious gazes of my brothers as they watched the conversation between Roman, Damian, and Finn, and shifted their attention to Rhea, Dom, and I. "I can't." I said. Rhea followed my stare and immediately understood. Dom quickly motioned them over to us.

"Boys, this is your sister. And as a man with a sister myself, even though I'm currently not in contact with my family, I wouldn't let her stay in a situation like this. Not a chance. We want her to join the Judgment Day." Dom reasoned with them.

The twins looked over to me, sullen looks on their faces. "Sis, that's completely up to you, but just know.... we support you no matter what." Jimmy said, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

"Yeah." Jey pulled me into a tight hug before ruffling my hair and gently shoving me away. "Get outta here. There's bigger, better things out there for you, sis. And, don't worry... We're not far behind." He smirked and walked back over to Paul Heyman with Jimmy.

"I guess I'm out of the Bloodline, then?" I asked myself.

"And the newest member of the Judgment Day, babygirl." Rhea smirked. "Welcome to the family." She hugged me close to her chest and softly kissed my head.

If this was the kind of love I was going to be shown in this new family, I could get used to it.

[mewmewdoppio]

Finn needs a vet visit!!

A couple days ago, I heard meowing from my neighbors roof. Up there was a 2 week old kitten, ears barely starting to uncurl.

I managed to help him down with some help and hes been in my care since. I've bathed and bottle fed him and kept him close to me all hours of the day, but now it's time for a vet visit!

He's not old enough for vaccines yet but he's getting a little too round so there's a possibility he has worms and needs medication for that. I'm currently unemployed and trying to get into college so I need as much as I can get for this little guy!

Btw, his name is Finn after the character from Adventure Time and he loves to crawl around, plus finding him surely was an Adventure in itself!

My Kofi is mewmewkillua and please contact me on my socials if you want my Vnmo or Ppal

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