#and then i needed an orange so sorry finn

[chippdhearts]

the women of CSI

Marg Helgenberger as Catherine Willows Elisabeth Shue as Julie Finlay Elisabeth Harnois as Morgan Brody Jorja Fox as Sara Sidle Louise Lombard as Sofia Curtis

[whyareyoulookingatmelikethat]

[13]: Twirling Thread

(Longer than my usual stories.)

This took a while, heh. Sorry for the wait in regards of stories, writer's block has arrived at Destination Me.

Not sure if I'll do the rest of the characters, feeling pretty down. Maybe someday.

(Reader is the costume designer for the toons. The names above each paragraph of writing are the names of certain skins in the game.)

Boxten: “Cloudy Dream”

“Almost…almost…there!”

You sat up to lean back and look over your work.The prettiest shade of lavender dripped from a small paintbrush you held, a can of white as well close by.

“Okay, we can let it dry, and then you can take the tarp off. Don’t want your clothes to get paint on them too.”

He reached up gingerly to pat his face down as he normally would, but you grabbed his hand quickly, forcing it away.

“Boxten…”

“Sorry, sorry! It’s a habit…”

Poppy: “Sapphire Dots”

“You’re sure this isn't a bit tacky?”

“I don’t care if it's tacky, what matters is I’m wearing it, and I’m proud!”

“Being proud doesn’t hide a poor sense of fashion.”

“Y/N!!!”

Tisha: “Lavender Maid”

“And to top it all off…”

You brought out the item from behind your back and gave it to her.

“A brand new feather duster!”

She gasped in delight, and gently put it down, then hugged you.

“Oh my goodness, thank you so much! The old one I had was getting so dirty, and I can't really wash stuff like that…”

“Hehe, I’m excited to see you use it! Have fun!”

Finn: “Prismatic Pal”

“MORE SHINE! MORE!!”

“FINN THIS IS GETTING TO BE TOO MUCH-”

“THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS TOO MUCH SHINE, I WANT TO LOOK LIKE THE SUN!!!!”

“FINN YOU’RE ALREADY TOO BRIGHT FOR ME TO LOOK AT!!”

Razzle And Dazzle: “Seafoam”

“You’re doing a lot for us, you know. (Are you sure?)”

“Yes I’m sure! Besides, if you guys are going to perform sometime, you’ll need different outfits, right?”

“She’s got a point!” “(Alright then…but at least make it something simple.)”

“Aw, okay then. How does a mix of greens sound?”

“It won't be something like yellow-green, will it? (Yuck…)”

“Nope, more like turquoise.”

“Oooh, I’m excited to see how it looks! (Sounds pretty…)”

Cosmo: “Caramel Drizzle”

“I thought that maybe because you and Sprout are friends, you guys could have matching outfits! Whaddya say?”

“Really? Oh, yes please! That’s very sweet of you to think of us…”

“It’s not much really. Here, can you turn around so I can adjust your apron?”

Cosmo patiently did as you said, waiting as you secured the warm orange bow around his back. He only turned around again under your gentle pulling motions so you could smooth out his apron.

“And…this might be a bit hot, but please bear with me. It’s caramel after all.”

You took the bottle from the stand next to you, making a quick drizzle motion so it lined perfectly on top of his head.

You poured a little sauce on your hand to dab on his cheeks, then wiped your hands off and leaned down to get the perfect angle to place the stars in, sticking your tongue out as you worked.

He didn’t tear up or hiss at how hot it is though, he seemed to let out a sigh and…melt?

…He actually looked pretty content.

“Warm…”

I guess that confirms it.

Flutter: “Vibrant Monarch”

“Be still, I’m almost done.”

Flutter nervously flapped her wings, slapping you in the face every so often and nearly knocking you out of your chair.

“Please Flutter, the paint will be blurry and won’t look good if you keep moving.”

“...!!!”

“I know you don’t like standing, but you need to right now! You can fly all you want when I’m done.”

“...!”

“Thank you.”

She lightly tapped the floor with her foot as if testing the waters, flinching every so often, before she set both feet on the ground and stood stiffly, anxiously waiting for you to finish.

Goob: “Special Spaghetti”

“I want to commit cannibalism on myself.”

“What-”

Goob: “Fun Partygoer”

“Ooooooh, I get a party hat too??”

“Yes you do Goob, let- let me- adjust it please-! Please stOp BOunCIng!“

“Sorry, I’m just so excited to see how I look!”

“I get it I get it, but pleas-!”

The party hat crumpled under a particularly high jump.

“...”

“...”

You sat down, head in your hands and started crying.

“WAIT NONONO Y/N I-!”

Glisten: “Warm Sweater”

(Based off my opinion! I love blue and white, but THE MAKEUP RAAAAA-)

“I still think the eyeshadow is a bit much.”

“Well, I don’t!”

“But you say you look good no matter what you wear, right…?”

“...Yes…”

“So you shouldn’t have a problem with no eyeshadow because it’ll look just as good!”

“But I- you-!”

“End of conversation.”

(Glisten somehow convinced you to give him back his makeup)

Gigi: “Rainy Day”

“But I don’t waaaaaannaaaaa!”

“Gigi, it’s still an oversized sweater. You’re basically just changing the color of it and adding some drawstrings, okay?”

“Noooooooooo…but…b-but…”

“Yeah I know what a butt is, you have one yourself. Now give me that―”

You yanked the sweater out of her hands, cutting yourself off as you stumbled back, “―Thank you!”

Quickly checking for rips and finding nothing, you let out a sigh of relief, then immediately raised your hand in the air to avoid her grabbing ones.

“Nooooooo, gimme it back!”

You sighed again, walking over to the dresser―well, as best you could with a whiny Gigi trying to trip you― and pulled out a yellow sweater with a hood.

Placing her old clothes on a high shelf so she couldn’t reach it, you turned and picked her up, setting her down to sit on the edge of the dresser and pulled the yellow sweater over her head.

Her crying instantly stopped and she snuggled down into it, content. You let out another(she’s a handful to deal with) sigh and sat down next to her, petting her head.

Sprout: “Salted Caramel”

“And you’re sure that you’ll be fine?”

“Yes, Y/n! Now just do it!”

You hesitantly poured the bucket of caramel on him, covering half of his face bit by bit while also making sure not to get the petals wet.

You let out a sigh of relief as the last drop dripped from the container, making a quiet plip sound as it joined the rest of the warm sauce.

The rest of it settled on the tarp below, collecting in a puddle that stained his feet orange. You’d have to clean him later.

He reached up a hand, messing with the caramel on his face before you slapped his hand away.

“No! I’ll have to put a new coating on you if you mess with it.”

He simply chuckled in response, “Not like I’d mind.”

Vee: “Cosmic Signal”

You sighed in relief as you checked over her mic, making sure there weren’t any scratches.

“Okay…finally done. Oof, that took a lot out of me.”

“I can tell. Making 25 different costumes that actually look good isn’t exactly an easy job.”

You perked up upon hearing this.

“So you DO like Scraps' costume!”

“What!? I-”

“I’m joking, I already know.”

She just glared at you and looked to the side.

[hxney-lemcn]

Runaway — Farmworld! Finn Mertens x gn! reader

summary: reader finds themself being pulled towards Finn like a magnet, but their advances seem unwanted and they flee in guilt. wanting to leave, they find themself in Prismo's cube.

tw: no vocal consent for a kiss, angst

a/n: this one may be triggering as the reader doesn't ask for consent to kiss, so skip this one if you aren't willing to read that (they don't force themself or anything, but always ask for consent before doing anything!!!!)

wc: 0.6k

Chapter Four

Master List | Chapter One

The sound of crackling fire was the only thing you could hear. The warm orange glow bathing the room in a soft gentle lighting. A cozy warmth overtook me, as the company I held was warm as well. It was late at night, Finn and I sitting together in front of the furnace. A ritual that seemed to have formed during my stay. 

The longer I stayed here, the more I questioned the entire situation. The thought of staying grew every day. Each day, the less I thought of home, and I grew to doubt that Prismo even knew my whereabouts. It’s gotten to the point where I wouldn’t care if that was the truth. I felt at home, something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I looked over to Finn from the corner of my eye. The orange glow hit his face so beautifully. His hat was nowhere to be seen, his blonde hair exposed. I knew that he was showing a more vulnerable side to him, as his hair was streaked with white highlights. I wasn’t told much, but with his aversion to the crown and the further evidence of white streaking his hair, I could only assume in this universe, he had worn the crown. Even Simon couldn’t escape his crown wearing self, as his hair also had a white streak in it. A constant reminder of the past. 

Finn met my gaze and I felt my blood pump faster. Neither of us backed down, and stared at the other with a sense of adoration. I didn’t even notice when our faces drew nearer, breaths mingling together. The crackling of the fire seemed to go louder, all my senses trying to focus on something to ground myself. I searched his eyes, no uncertainty to be found. 

I carefully placed my lips on top of his. They weren’t the softest, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Except for the fact that he was reciprocating. 

I pulled back, nearly falling to the floor due to the force. My heart beat faster, this time with fear instead of enamor. My entire body felt like it was on fire, my skin felt like it was crawling. Oh glob did I actually do that?

“I-i’m so sorry,” I said desperately, unable to meet his eyes. “I-I should’ve asked first and…glob I’m so sorry.” 

I stumbled back, nearly knocking into the kitchen table before running out the door, missing the fact that he reached his hand out to try and stop me from leaving. I ignored the chill of the outside air as I took to the sky, flying over the forest and away from the house. I wasn’t sure where I was going, only thinking about the weight I currently felt on my chest, and the tears that threatened to fall out of my eyes. When I felt far enough from the house, I descended into the forest, sitting under a tree. I rubbed my arms, trying to warm myself up.

I felt like a monster. How could I have done that? I thought I was better than that. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tugged at my hair, wanting to forget everything. A few tears fell before I stood up. I need to make a campfire, get my mind off of what happened until I can think more clearly. Gathering some big and small branches, I managed to get a decent sized fire going. I stared blankly into the flames, heart clenching at how just a few hours ago the situation was vastly different. Once the fire dwindled, I decided to lay down, wrapping my wings around myself like a blanket. Closing my eyes, I wished I could be anywhere but here. And like that, I fell into a dreamless sleep.

That was until my surroundings became a blinding white. And suddenly, I was in that familiar yellow cube, with a pink figure smiling sheepishly at me.

← Previous Chapter Farmworld Finn Ending | Original Finn Ending

[lumosinlove]

Christmas Eve Will Find Me

Six: Finn

Sleeper Car

Somewhere Just Outside of Athens

The setting sun turned their small cabin a brilliant orange as the train dashed along. They were well out of the city and in rocky looking grasslands. James had knocked on their door with sandwiches not too long ago—let’s lay low for the night. They’d found porcelain plates strapped up delicately within the bar cabinet. There was heat and an extremely tiny bathroom with hot water.

And there was Logan, taking up half of the space at all times. Each time they had to move, they would touch shoulders, or hips, or elbows. Finn could feel his body heat. They both were sweaty and in desperate need of a shower, but Finn had never wanted to crush himself against someone else more than he did when Logan’s back brushed across his chest as they switched places at the sink.

Finn looked at himself in the mirror. This would have been romantic. Unbearably so. He could picture it so clearly. Calling for ice, popping that half-bottle of champagne in the fridge, complaining a little about how tight a fit the bunk bed would be but losing any and all thoughts of needing extra space when their bodies fit together perfectly after dinner. Dinner in the room? No, Logan would have wanted to watch Finn get dressed up, would have taken him to the dining car, would have pressed their ankles together beneath the table.

Instead, Finn had purple circles beneath his eyes and much darker smudges around his neck. He touched a bruise lightly.

“Sorry,” Logan said. It was the first thing either of them had said in twenty minutes. The first thing at all save for little notes about the room. Fancy. Yes. Tiny shower. Yeah. Nice pillows. Definitely. Logan cleared his throat and gestured to his own neck. He was sitting at the small window booth in front of his sandwich. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Finn said. He took one more look, decided there was really nothing to be done, then sat down across from him. “I wouldn’t have known what to believe, either.”

Logan toyed with the parchment wrapping of his sandwich but didn’t open it.

“Maybe…” Finn swallowed. He looked down at his sandwich, pulling at the sticker that kept the wrappings closed. It looked good. Turkey and lettuce and tomato. “Maybe you still don’t. That’s okay.” At least, Finn was pretty sure Logan wasn’t going to snap and suddenly try to strangle him again while he slept.

They ate in silence, too, watching the sun go down and the world outside turn into racing silhouettes. They had never been this quiet. Not ever.

Finally, Finn couldn’t take it anymore. He turned around to the bar cabinet—so small was the room that he didn’t even have to get up—and took the champagne bottle out of the fridge. He held it up questioningly.

Logan blinked. “Oh. Should we?” 

Finn was exhausted. He was dirty. He was longing, he was ecstatic, he was terrified. “I, personally, need some champagne after today.”

Logan watched Finn in silence as he got out the glasses—flutes so thin that Finn feared they’d shatter in his hands. He thought of the clover rocks glasses back home.

“You know, I never really guessed how much you guys roughed it—I mean, not that the house was rough but.” He began undoing the wire. “It wasn’t this.”

“What house?” Logan asked.

“We were at a place in Athens. No heat. No hot water unless you wanted to burn your skin off.”

“Ouch.”

Finn popped the cork. A sound that felt entirely too merry. The way the bubbles fizzed up and nearly spilled out, the clean chill of the bottle in his hand as he poured. Logan watched and Finn thought of all the bottles they’d shared—Harvard rooftop, fancy room services, their wedding.

The question that had been trying to knock its way into his mind finally surfaced: If they had to start over, could they do it?

“Remus said he was on a boat,” Finn said. “When he woke up.”

Logan nodded. “Me too. But—but not together. I’ve never seen him before. It was me and the crew. They had been out for a month and said they’d been out for another. Their home port wasn’t Greece. They were transporting cargo. They said they found me in the water, thought I was dead or a runaway. Criminal. I don’t…” Logan picked up a piece of tomato that had fallen out of his sandwich and popped it into his mouth. “I don’t think they believed me that I couldn’t remember anything. At least not in the beginning.”

Finn shivered. Logan reached for his glass and inspected the golden liquid.

“So you were at sea for the first month?”

“Yes. Wait.” Logan tilted his head. “How…How long do you think I was gone?”

“Six months.” There was no thinking. Finn took a small sip of champagne, letting the bubbles fill his nose. He watched Logan mirror the gesture. There was nothing gone about it either. It had been so much more than gone.

“You’ve been looking for me for so long,” Logan said.

Looking. Finn wished. He would have done anything to have been looking.

“No,” Finn said. “I thought you were dead the whole time.”

Again—Strange to say that sentence over champagne. This wasn’t exactly a celebration. If Logan was ever to return home—and Finn had pictured it of course—memory had never factored in. Sometimes, he imagined a knock on the door came in the middle of the night. Logan wouldn’t have his key, so a knock made sense, but also other times Finn woke to Logan’s hand on his cheek. I’m right here.

Other times, he got a call from Sirius or James and he had to go and meet them somewhere. Some tarmac, some remote hospital. And there would be Logan, battered but alive and reaching for him.

“The others came home. Without you.” Finn swallowed. He’d never said this aloud. “Without—” 

“Finn. Finn listen.”

He had been able to tell from their faces. The very second. Telling him to sit down.

“Where is he? Where is he? Sirius.”

“Finn…Just sit down for a second. Please, Finn.”

“Where is he, why are you looking at me like that, where is he—”

“And I told your family. And my family. And you…And you were dead.” Finn drew in a breath. He rubbed at his jaw. “And I don’t know how I got through it. I really don’t know how.”

Logan had his head ducked down. Green eyes looking up at him through those lashes, sad and scared and surprised.

“I’m your husband,” Logan said. “And you thought I was dead for six months?”

Finn’s jaw went tight to keep the tears in and he hoped that was answer enough. He got up, rubbing at his eyes, and sat down on his bunk—Logan had already taken the top one when he’d followed him inside the cabin. He just needed a moment. Just a moment. He didn’t want to make Logan feel bad. It wasn’t his fault.

But then the mattress shifted and Logan was settling down right across from him. His green eyes were earnest. His knees almost touched Finn’s.

“Six months.”

“Yeah,” Finn said.

“Oh,” Logan whispered. “Finn.”

Logan said his name almost like he always had. Almost.

“You know, you broke through all of this once before,” Finn said. “In the alley, by the bookshop. Something happened, and then—well you know the rest. You passed out. But for a moment you knew me.”

Leo would probably be trying to coax some information out of Logan just now rather than ogling his eyes, and the way he had eaten his sandwich the same, and how he said Finn’s name.

“Do you know who Pascal is?” Finn asked. “That’s the name you said, and we can’t piece it together.”

Logan frowned. “Non. I said to Leo, I don’t.”

“I know…I know. I just—it’s the only thing you said to me.” And I wanted an ‘I love you’ so badly.

“Am I different?” Logan asked. “I mean…Yes probably. But am I?”

“Of course,” Finn said. “Nothing’s the same. But…I don’t know. You’re…” You. He wasn’t sure how to say it. Not when Logan didn’t know who you was.

“Tell me something,” Logan said. “I want to be able to think I know something about you without it making me want to rip by brain out. Tell me something.”

“Tell me something.”

Logan had pulled the sheets over their heads and it billowed above them like a tent with the Caribbean sunshine lighting him up in bronze.

Finn ran his hands up the back of Logan’s bare thighs, which straddled his hips. “Like what?”

Logan sat back against Finn’s palms, rolling his hips down in a slow push, then grinning at Finn’s gasp. “Like what it’s like being my newly wed.”

“Oh I’m yours, am I?”

Finn’s eyes went down to Logan’s hand. “You lost your wedding ring.”

Logan held out his hand between them, turning it backwards then palm forward again. “Oh.” He looked up at Finn, at the gold around his finger then his eyes. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

Finn shook his head. “No, I didn’t mean…”

“All mine.” Logan’s smile was even in the kiss he pressed to Finn’s mouth. “All mine.”

“What did it look like?”

Finn tilted his head. He said nothing, just waited.

Logan started biting at his lip. That was the first sign. Then he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his fingertips to his forehead. “Oh fuck. Fuck.”

And then there was the blood. Finn sat there frozen for a moment. This wound, strange and unexplainable, had no place in this memory or talk of their wedding. No place anywhere.

But this was Logan. This was Logan. This was his boy.

“Hey.” Finn reached forward and cradled Logan’s jaw, his other hand brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Shh. Hey, it’s all right, look at me. I’ve got ya, look at me.”

Logan opened his eyes, brows pulled together. His mouth was slack, surprised at Finn’s touch. But he was Logan. Brown waves falling across his forehead. He was so Logan, and he was warm, and so close to Finn’s arms.

“There you go,” Finn said. I’ve got you. I found you. “You’re okay. You’re okay.” 

“I don’t know,” Logan said.

“Let’s do this—You don’t try to remember anything. I just tell you.” He swiped a thumb under Logan’s nose without thinking. “There.”

“I’m sorry, that’s so gross.”

Finn didn’t know how to tell him that nothing about him could possibly seem gross. Loving someone this much, wanting them this badly, didn’t allow room for gross. Finn could’ve crawled in beside Logan’s heart and lived there.

“It’s not,” Finn said. He reached for one of the—very nice—cloth napkins. “See? Fine.”

Logan wiped his face, sniffing, but it looked like the pain had eased up. His eyes were clearer.

“This is the first time you’re seeing—that we’re seeing each other? After…”

Finn nodded, then paused. “If we don’t count the gun holding, sure.”

And there it was. A trace of a smile. Just half a raised corner of his mouth. Finn wanted to crawl inside that, too.

“You didn’t know,” he said before Logan could apologize again.

The bottom bunk felt small. Cozy. Fort-like. Logan folded the red on the napkin out of sight and set it aside. He scrubbed his fingers through his hair, rubbed at his eyes. Sleepy. He was tired.

Logan set his mug of tea down, pushed his hands through his hair, rubbed his eyes, and took Finn’s book, tossing it onto the floor and more or less falling into Finn’s chest.

“Sleep,” he mumbled.

Finn was about to ask, tea? when Logan spoke.

“Can I do anything?”

Finn frowned. “What do you mean?”

Logan hesitated. “I mean—we must…” Finn watched the way Logan wet his lips. His eyes darted down to Finn’s mouth. “Six months is a long time to think someone is dead. And we must’ve…kissed.”

Finn stared at him. And stared at him.

And then they were laughing, Logan with a flush on his cheeks.

“Yeah,” Finn laughed. “Yeah, we kiss.”

“Right.”

“You’re asking me if we should kiss?”

Logan shrugged, a hint of a smile back. “I’m—I don’t know. I…I mean. Was I a good…person? Did you miss me?”

“Oh…Oh, Lo.” Finn pressed a palm to Logan’s knee. “Baby, missing doesn’t even begin—I mean—”

Logan’s eyes had widened. “Is that what you call me?”

“I—Sometimes.”

“What else? Maybe I’ll…” Remember.

“Um. Lo. Tremz. Your last name—”

“Tremblay, you said.”

“Right.”

“And…” Logan was leaning forward now. Their knees were touching.

Finn bit his lip. “Yeah. Baby. Mostly Lo.”

Logan’s eyes snapped shut. He put a hand to his forehead. “Ugh.”

“Don’t—”

But Logan waved him off. “What do I call you?”

Rouge.

“Rouge,” Logan whispered. Finn felt a kiss against to his temple, a hand rubbing his back. “Baby, wake up, I have to go. I got called in, give me a kiss, come here.”

Finn fell into his arms when calls were sudden. He didn’t let go all the way to the door. Never managed to crawl back into bed after. Slept on the couch for the first day or two, hoping that the front door opened and—“Rouge? I’m home, baby, where are you, where are you?”

No. He only wanted to hear Rouge again if—when Logan remembered.

“Lots of French things that I would just butcher. And sometimes Harzy, though that was mostly a college thing. Harzy because O’Hara. My name.”

“College.”

“Harvard. That’s how we met.”

Logan flinched hard, but he kept his eyes open. No blood. “The library.”

“Yeah,” Finn said softly. “The library.”

Logan pushed himself up from the bed. He rubbed at his eyes again. “This is so—God, it’s like I can—it’s like I know that I don’t know. So I should know.” He pressed his hands to either side of the sink. “Does that make any sense at all?”

“I think so. I can’t imagine what this is like for you but…I sort of make it a point of my life to make sense of you.”

Logan stayed quiet. He kept his gaze down, brow furrowed in pain. Finn would’ve given anything to know what he was thinking.

“I don’t want this to hurt you,” Finn said. “Maybe we should—do you want to sleep?”

Logan kept his eyes closed for another moment, then shook his head. “I think I want to shower first.”

Finn settled against the spark of familiarity. Of course. He should have known that.

“Then champagne,” Logan said. When Finn looked at him, he had that half-smile in place again.

“I’ll keep a spoon in it, then,” Finn said. He smiled, too, and then he realized all over again that he was smiling at Logan and he had to blink a couple times and pick up his glass to keep it together.

“Good,” Logan said, and then he peaked into the bathroom quickly before pulling his shirt over his head.

“Oh—” Finn dropped the glass. It bounced on the carpet but didn’t break. The champagne splashed over his feet.

Logan’s eyes met his in the mirror, surprised momentarily before he understood.

He had a round scar on the back of his shoulder, another near his lower back, and a third that grazed where his neck met the hard muscle of his shoulder. In the mirror, there were matching scars on his chest and stomach.

Logan touched the scar on his neck, gnarled like it had grazed the skin but left a gaping wound. I saw it, James had said. I saw it, they got him in the head.

Finn inhaled sharply at the thought, the memory of trying to picture it alone in their dark London flat. He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again. Logan was still there. Still looking at him.

“Sorry,” Finn said. “I wasn’t—I didn’t think about…” It was a bit of a joke, really. After so long picturing it, how had it not even occurred to him that Logan’s body would have scars?

“Not very pretty, hm?” Logan said quietly. He ran a quick hand over his chest. He had a slight tan line at his neck and wrist, like he spent a lot of time outdoors. “I was maybe better when you last knew me.”

Finn wanted to touch him. The bullets looked like stage makeup. Movie set. Sort of like how all the guns looked to him. Like they’d shoot bubbles and air. Like Logan would emerge from the shower and the pink puckers of skin would be gone.

“Logan,” Finn said softly.

Logan would have asked quoi? had he even recognized how he used to speak. Instead he just turned towards him.

“Can I…” Finn realized he was reaching forward. Just a little.

Logan looked at his hands. He set down his crumpled shirt and faced him. “So there is something I can do.”

Finn nodded quickly. The tears were rising in his throat. “Right now, it’s just this.”

Logan let Finn come to him. Their movements were so careful at first, but the moment Logan’s chest was pressed against Finn’s sweater something snapped. He let out a harsh breath and put a scar under his palm like he could protect it.

Finn turned his head into the soft warm place, the nook of his neck. Finn’s place. Logan liked to be kissed there, and God did Finn almost do it, right over the other scar. He just held on, the familiarity of the broad shoulders beneath his hands making him feel airy, almost like he was going to pass out. But then Logan’s arms were around him, too, more hesitant than he would have been before. Lighter in touch. Discovering. He let out a little breath that Finn felt against his shoulder. Logan’s shoulders relaxed.

“Silver.” Logan pushed harder into Finn’s hold. “The ring was silver, wasn’t it?”

Finn kept his tears quiet this time, soft against his cheeks as he nodded. He drew back just enough to pull Logan’s fleur-de-lis from around his own neck and place it around Logan’s. It caught on his curls briefly before settling on his bare chest. “Silver like this.”

“What…” Logan looked down at it. His rested his temple against Finn’s shoulder and picked up the pendant.

“It’s yours,” Finn said. He touched Logan’s fingertips and the warming metal. “Wear it. It might help.”

[pluage-docters-go-brrrrrr]

Very out of character thing I made, might as well be it's own au. Very dumb and very stupid. Dumb and dumber type shit.

Word count: unknown.

Author: me

Summary: Megatron and Ratchet make a very chaotic youtube video together that ends in disaster, which is then sumerized by a random unknown narrator who is somewhat unreliable.

Look, I don't watch cooking videos. I like my food pre-prepared or fast. But for some reason the youtube algorithm thought it would be fun to show me a cooking video. It was called "Making a snack to eat while your frenemy sends their bf to kill their haters." With two robots on the thumbnail in a kitchen. A tall silver one trying to work a microwave oven, and a smaller white and orange one making a bruise with make up.

Now I know what your thinking, what the fuck, why is this a thing. Well I'm here to tell you that that thought never leaves the whole damn video. The video starts with the tall silver one standing next to the small white and orange one, who is white and red right now, staring unnervingly at the camera. He changes color throughout the video. Noone knows what color he actually is.

"Greatings humans, it is I Lord Megatron and today we are doing something different." The silver one, Megatron, opens. "Instead of the Huckleberry Finn review you were promised because the autobot medic here has someone who needs to die and I want to watch. But it would be boring with out a snack so I'm making an oreo mug cake. Isn't that right doctor?"

The white nodds at the camera and smiles awkwardly. It is very obvious he doesn't know what he's doing. "Your support to talk." Megatron tells him.

"I'm sorry but booktok doesn't pay my bills, the United States government does." The doctor says angerly.

"I don't do booktok!! I review books that these flesh-bags call classics! And you wanted to do this!" The silver robot points an accusing Tallon at his companion.

"I didn't think it would be awkward! Honestly you would think they would make cameras less soulless." The doctor complains looking away placing his hands on his hips.

"IT'S NEON PINK!" Megatron yells starting a yelling match.

"THE LENSE ISN'T!"

"THEN DON'T LOOK AT THE LENSE!"

"THEN THE VIDEO WILL LOOK WEIRD!" That ends the yelling and starts the first fight of the video. A video that is a hour and a half long.

Megatron starts it by punching the medic in the face, knocking him to the ground. Then said medic pounces on the silver robot, attaching himself to his back and starts throwing punches. It takes three tries before he is flung off. Falling to the floor the white robot's hands turn to blades and he stabs the silver one, making him roar in pain. He then picks him up by his head his finger knives making dents that are leaking, a strange blue liquid.

The autobot then opens his eyes and points, "Are those new mugs?" He ask like his head isn't being held in a vice grip.

He is instantly dropped and Megateon holds up the various colored mugs, "Yes they are, thank you for pointing them out." The silver one says graciously, his fingers now covered in blue. "I got them because Soundwave didn't want me to use his mugs." He shows them to the camera, "We have a red one, a blue one, a pink one, my favorite the purple one-"

"Probably because it looks like dark energon." The medic says sassily. Holding his head.

He gets a side eye from Megatron, "Ratchet, you know it is not that. It's because purple is my favorite color, you know that. Anyways, we have a green one, a yellow one, a white one, a black one, and lastly an orange one." Megatron puts down the mugs and pulls out a microwave oven and a cook book, along with some oreos.

"Doctor why don't you show the people your set up." He ask. Ratchet then gets out a make up mirror, eye shadow, blush, and other make up related things along with a computer.

"I'm going to use these to fake a bruise to get Ultra Magnus in trouble and hopefully have Optimus kill him." Ratchet says putting his materials on the other end of the counter near the sink.

"Why do you need Prime to kill his second in command, doctor?" Megatron asked in the fakest voice on the planet.

"Well he got me in trouble for arson, and that's one of the few things I can do for fun on this planet. So now I'm going to be crocheting durring knitting time and baking durring killing time." Ratchet responds, looking mournful of his lost time.

"You have a designated time for murder?"

"I'm stuck at base all day I need something to entertain me and if running over random people is that entertainment then so be it!"

"What type of people do you run over?"

"Oh, just random people. I ran over this one guy who was laying in the middle of the road. I mean he was losing blood at a fast rate and would've died anyway. Their was also this high-schooler with weird hair with him. It looked like a pice of stake."

They look at eachother for a bit before Megatron gets back to he video. Showing off his microwave and getting his messering spoons along woth th other ingredients. Om skipping this part because it not really that eventful. All that happens is Megatron starts making the mug cakes while Ratchet looks for tutorials on how to make bruises with makeup. They do end up fighting again, like three times over the same thing. Which is the oreos running out. Then a fourth because Megatron can't use a microwave to save his life.

They use like three boxes of normal oreos before using the fourth of July ones, which cause a verbal argument. Then when those are used up they pull out the golden oreos. Megatron sets up the mug before coming to a dilemma.

"Okay," Megatron starts, "so Soundwave got these because he doesn't know the recipe. So like what do we do with them?"

Ratchet, who is midway through a tutorial on how to make an authentic black eye and absolutely battered and worn, turns around, "just take out the cocoa powder and add more vanilla extract."

"Yeah, but how much vanilla because the original recipe calls for 1/4 teaspoon of vanilla and-" Ratchet goes up their and adds one whole teaspoon of vanilla. Which was apparently way too much because Megatron's jaw was practically on the floor.

"WHY WOULD YOU ADD THAT MUCH?!"

"YOU NEED TO MAKE UP FOR THE LACK OF FLAVOR! WE TOOK OUT THE COCOA POWDER! THAT HELPS GIVE FLAVOR!"

"COULDN'T YOU ADD LESS?"

"YOU CAN ADD LESS ON THE NEXT ONE!"

Then the fight. Ratchet punches Megatron in the face pushing him back and causing him to bite his lip. Which makes him bleed, this is the first time he bleeds in the video, unlike Ratchet who is covered in scabs. He even picked at one at some point.

Since that is clearly unacceptable Megatron punches the air out of the good doctor knowing him down and making him gasp. Ratchet gets up though and starts acting feral, hes growling and biting as Megatron tries to shove him off and shoo him away. The autobot gets on all fours at one point. They end up cooking the cake and make the reast with half as much vanilla.

Then nothing happens again. They use up all the oreos and Ratchet finishes the makeup tutorial. They quickly hide everything and set up the snacks. Conveniently They don't even have to get Ultra Magnus because he walking in as Megatron walks out of the room.

"What happened to you?" He asks, talking about all the dents scratches and scabs on the medics body and not the fake bruise, he doesn't even knkw about it since Ratchet's facing away from him.

"Nothing..." The medic says.

Now to be honest I went way to go switch my laundry so I don't know what happens next, but I do know that when I came back Magnus was getting his ass handed to him by -who I'm guessing is- Optimus Prime while Ratchet's crying on the floor and Megatron's eating the mug cakes and giving a review on each one.

Now Magnus looks worse than Ratchet, who's makeups has smeared and rolling down his face from the tears he's crying, and is getting his head bashed agenst the counter were Ratchet was doing his make up. He's just getting bodied by Optimus. Then the video cuts to just Megatron sitting in his room with a mugcake.

"So my camera died while recording, but Ultra Magnus was not killed, he was simply beaten within an inch of his life and is banned from going near the good doctor. So Knockout had to treat him. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the video, make sure to comment, subscribe, and smash that like button. I will see you in the next video."

Then a cringe 2016 outro plays and the video ends. Now, what your probably thinking is still what the fuck, why did they do that? Well, they don't even know themselves, and they never made another video like it. Honestly I don't even know why I watched it, I can't even end the summary it's that crazy. So, um, bye.

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

kinktober #29

Spider's Web 🕸️ / Theme Park 🎡

“Whoa, whoa,” pants Poe, hands braced on his chubby knees. “Give a guy a break, okay? I haven’t done a whole lot of walking lately.”

“Oh, shit,” says Finn, grabbing Rey’s shoulder. “Yeah, sorry. We can take a minute.”

Poe nods gratefully, and Finn blows out a long breath, not out of annoyance but of suppressed desire. He and Rey have visited Poe several times since the first, always with some kind of treat to sweeten the deal, and today they made plans to take him to the boardwalk, with all of its chintzy carnival rides and fried delights. He’s dressed in the clothes they managed to dig up at the thrift shop where Rey gets most of her clothes, a  5XL white t-shirt and a pair of soft orange mesh basketball shorts that squeeze out even more side roll than Poe already has because they’re a little snug around his wide hips. He’s so big that even the 5XL covers him with barely inches to spare, the bottom of his belly hanging precariously even with the hem. His selkie skin is rolled up into a little bracelet around his chubby wrist, and his abundant belly rolls almost to his knees as he catches his breath at the edge of the beach. He looks delectable. 

Normally, when they hang out with Poe, they just chill under the pier, where they’ve got some privacy and Poe can keep his feet in the water. But Poe’s curious about how San Francisco has changed since he returned to the ocean, and the boardwalk attractions seem like the perfect intersection of “fun day out with friends” and “sort of a date, maybe?” Even after weeks of spending time with Poe, Finn still can’t figure out if the deep, fond look in Poe’s eyes when the three of them hang out is for them specifically, or if Poe just looks at everyone like that.

Now, Poe pulls himself back upright. “Okay,” he says, only a little breathless. “I think I’m good to go a little farther.”

Rey loops her arm in one of his, and Finn loops his arm in the other, and they tromp up across the sandy pavement like some sort of six-legged ocean creature. Poe’s side wobbles against Finn’s as they go, and he begs himself to keep it together. This is just the start of what promises to be a very trying day in, uh, very specific regards. 

Poe has to stop again when they get to the boardwalk, body jiggling as he flops heavily onto a bench. He takes up half of it, and Rey squeezes onto his other side to pet his hair and offer him some water, which he swigs gratefully from the giant reusable bottle she keeps clipped to her backpack. 

“It won’t be like this the whole time,” he says, leaning back on the bench and looking up at Finn. His belly mounds in his lap and sags between his plump thighs. Sweat is already darkening his t-shirt around his neck and beneath his soft chest. “I just always have a limbo period where I have to remember how to use my legs.”

“It’s fine!” says Finn, squeezing his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. We can go at your pace.”

“Thanks,” says Poe with a grin that makes him melt. “Also, this is probably something you’ve already figured out, since you always bring me stuff, but selkies need a lot of calories. And I’m gonna apologize in advance, because I have zero cash. I’ll pay you back somehow, eventually.”

“Oh, no worries,” says Finn. “Today’s our treat. As much as you can eat.”

Poe laughs. “Careful what you promise me, man.”

“What do you eat in the water?” asks Rey with interest. “Fish?”

Poe nods, his double chin bobbing. “A lot of fish. If I stay in the water long enough, I go full seal, so I don’t really have to think about it, but if I’m in and out more often, I miss having variety. Like, I like sushi fine, but I don’t want it all the time, you know?” He stretches his chubby arms over his head and rolls his shoulders, belly tumbling out from under his shirt in his lap. He tugs it down unselfconsciously and then offers Finn his hand. “All right, help me up and we can keep going?”

“Yeah,” says Finn, his turn to go breathless. “Sounds good.”

The real treat so far is watching Poe navigate the boardwalk. His gait is slow and swaying, hips pulled forward by the tremendous weight of his stomach. Finn had braced himself for stares or heckling — he hasn’t seen a lot of people his own size in California so far, never mind Poe’s — but this area is pretty touristy, and there’s a lot more size diversity here than he’s seen among the locals. Sure, he’s not sure either of them will fit on half of the rides, but then, Finn also wouldn’t trust half these rides as far as he could throw them, so it’s not a huge loss. Though he’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t find it kind of hot to see Poe spilling out of a roller coaster car or something.

It’s not a roller coaster, but Poe does point out the little bumper car concourse as they go by. “I used to love those as a kid. You wanna go?”

“Uh, yeah,” says Finn, throat going dry. “Let’s go.”

Poe has to carefully wedge himself into the little car, and once he’s settled, his rolls overflow the sides and his belly mounds against the steering wheel. Even so, he drives pretty dexterously, which Finn finds impressive — he can drive, but he doen’t have to like it, and he’s certainly never gotten even a fraction of the joy out of it that Poe gets out of wheeling around the pavilion and slamming into him and Rey. When Finn turns the tables and pursues him for revenge, he gets so sidetracked by the way Poe looks from the back, wide shoulders and waist, thick bulges of fat over his elbows, that Rey almost knocks him off course completely.

He needs a hand from both of them to unwedge himself from the car when their ride is up, and he waddles back out into the sun massaging his sides where the edges of the car dug into him. Finn’s already been thinking about inviting him and Rey back to his apartment at the end of the day, if Poe can abide a little more time out of the water, and now he amends his plans to include helping Poe rub lotion or salve or something on any hard-to-reach bruises or chafes he might have within his rolls.

Rey tugs them over to the balloon darts booth, and she and Poe set themselves up while Finn watches, dividing his attention between the two of them and the nearby food stands. Poe’s clearly expending a lot of energy just waddling around, and he’ll need to build it back up somehow. Like a couple cheeseburgers or corn dogs or funnel cakes. Or ice cream. Ice cream has protein, right?

“Yes!” says Rey, and Finn turns back to see her pumping her fist.

“Hey, no fair,” Poe complains good-naturedly, grabbing a handful of his belly. “You can lean in a lot farther than I can.”

Rey grins. “A win’s a win.” She chooses a little stuffed bird that looks like a penguin without a beak as her prize and tucks it into the crook of Poe’s arm. “Here, a consolation prize. I’ll keep him safe when you go back in the water.”

Poe laughs. “Thanks. Want to go again?”

“Yes!” says Rey, and while they do, Finn wanders off and buys as much fried food as he can carry. By the time he gets back, Poe’s holding two more little stuffed animals and Rey is beaming.

“I think I like the boardwalk,” she says, stealing a fry from one of the cardboard containers balanced in Finn’s arms. 

Finn grins at her. “Yeah, I bet you do.”

Poe doesn’t fit at the picnic tables set up on the green behind the cotton candy stand, so Rey pulls a blanket out of her backpack and spreads it on the ground. Poe sinks down carefully, his bulk expanding to fill his lap and a full quarter of the blanket, and lets out a satisfied sigh as he starts to eat. 

“Thanks, man,” he says, catching Finn’s eye. “I was starting to need a break.”

“How’re you feeling?” he asks. Poe shrugs.

“Definitely better. My legs loosen up after a while, it just takes a bit of stop and go. Thanks for being patient.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I should teach you some stretches,” says Rey, doing a backbend just to show off. “Maybe it would help you acclimate faster.”

“We can try,” says Poe gamely. “Just keep in mind I can’t even see my toes, never mind touch them.”

Finn almost chokes on a bite of burger. Right. Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool. 

Poe’s still eating once Rey and Finn have finished, belly sagging into the slight dip between his fat thighs. His t-shirt stretches over the massive expanse of his belly, the indent of his navel visible through the cotton in a deep, wide shadow. He looks like he could have been a king in some previous century, in some prosperous kingdom where the crops were booming and everyone was well-fed. He eats in a way that took Finn a long time to learn for himself, unbothered by the presence of strangers and indiscriminate of what he’s eating, even if it’s not quote-unquote healthy. Finn admires it so much it burns a little, how comfortable and self-assured he seems.

Rey spots a cotton candy venue and runs off with promises to buy enough for everyone, and Finn scoots a little closer to Poe on the blanket. “Hey,” he says. “Can I ask you something kind of personal?”

“Yeah, man,” says Poe with an easy grin. “What’s up?”

“I just — I was just kind of —” He exhales harshly. “Do you like being that big? Like, just because there’s some stuff here that’s not exactly fat-friendly, but you’re so — it’s like you don’t care. And I guess I’m just curious how you feel about it.”

“I mean, it’s not always convenient,” says Poe, leaning back on his hands, “but neither is being a selkie, and they kind of go hand in hand, and I wouldn’t change either of them. Fat’s important for us, especially as the water gets colder, and it helps us move more easily. Not always true on land, but I’d rather be this big and have access to both than be thinner and be bound to land.” He shrugs.  “And, you know, I like it. It’s the way my body is supposed to look, and it’s a part of me, I guess. Why?”

It’s Finn’s turn to shrug. “It just took me a long time to, you know, say fuck it and figure out to just be fat in public without caring about what people thought. To decide that my body wasn’t for their consumption. And I think it’s really cool that you just do you and, you know, eat what you want and also that you just said fuck it and went to live in the ocean.” He lets out a breath. “I just think you’re really cool.”

Poe’s eyes are affectionate, but not pitying. “Thanks, man. You’re cool, too. And for what it’s worth, you have a great body. And a great smile. Anybody would be lucky to look at you and know you.”

Finn warms under his gaze. “Thanks.”

Poe takes his hand from where it’s resting on the blanket and gives it a little squeeze. “You’re welcome. And you know how I know?”

“How?”

“Because I feel lucky to know you,” says Poe. “Both of you. I haven’t had much human interaction since I went back to the ocean, but you guys saw me, and you didn’t run away screaming. You brought me corn dogs, and you just folded me into your circle.” He grins. “And you’re nice to look at, too.”

It doesn’t bother Finn that Poe says both of you, because Rey has made it clear from the start that Finn is Her People, and in the several months that they’ve known each other, they’ve become a unit. They’ve been in this thing together since that first day on the boardwalk. He can’t imagine their little group without all three of them.

“I don’t want to talk about this too much without Rey,” says Finn cautiously, “but we’ve kind of … talked …. about being, like, a full circle. The three of us. If you’re into that. So we can go back to it when she comes back, but just — so you know.”

If possible, Poe’s grin gets even wider. “I would love that,” he says. “But yeah, let’s talk about it together.”

Rey comes back with two clouds of cotton candy, each bigger than her head, and sits as the third point on their triangle. “What’d I miss?” she asks around a mouthful, and Finn nudges her bony knee with one foot.

“I thought we could talk to Poe about that thing we discussed.”

Rey tears off a chunk of cotton candy and rolls it into a neat little ball, then hands it to Poe. “Trying to visit every mini-golf course in California?”

“No — well, maybe. If he wants to.” Finn glances at Poe, who shrugs as if to say, I’m in. “I meant the other thing. About the three of us.”

“Oh,” says Rey. She balls up another hunk of cotton candy and passes it to Finn. “Yeah. Poe, we like you and we both kind of want to date you. If you’d also be into that.”

“Oh, my god,” says Finn, staring at her. “I was gearing up for this whole elaborate thing and you did it in one sentence.”

Rey shrugs, tearing off a piece of cotton candy with her teeth. “We know we like him. We hope he likes us. We’re not complicated now, so why should talking about it be more complicated?”

Finn shakes his head. “Do you not experience anxiety?”

“Only in situations that call for it,” says Rey, sticking out her tongue with a glob of half-melted blue sugar still on it. “And this doesn’t.”

Poe is glancing between them like a tennis match, a fond smile on his face. “Can I chime in here?” he asks, 

“Yes!” says Finn, swiping another handful of cotton candy. “Please!”

“I’m down,” says Poe, resting one hand on the mountain of his belly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, so I definitely want to go slow, but I like you guys. I want to spend more time with you.”

“Slow is great,” says Finn, squeezing Poe’s other hand. “Slow is perfect.”

Rey nods, scooting in until she can nestle between them. She smells like sun and Poe smells like salt, and Finn’s heart stretches as big as the beach to hold them both. 

Poe’s gait is even slower after eating, rolling and languid like the tide coming in. His t-shirt rides up a little, exposing an inch or two of soft, dimpled light brown skin, and those couple inches wobble so much that it makes Finn’s mouth water all over again. As he watches, Poe burps into his fist and grins at him. 

“Oh, you like that?” he asks, smoothing a hand down the lush bulk of his belly, and Finn can only nod.

“Well, there’s more where that came from,” says Poe. “I haven’t eaten this much fried food in years, and I’m not done yet.”

“What do you want next?” asks Rey from his other side. “Funnel cake? Elephant ears? Fried Oreos?”

“A break, first, if you want me to keep being able to walk around after that lunch,” says Poe with a crooked smile. “Finn, you know how to feed a guy.”

Finn blushes. “I, uh. I do my best.”

Rey finds an arm-wrestling booth, and while she defends her honor, Poe and Finn gravitate to the ball toss next door. “Wanna try?” Finn asks, hefting one of the mini basketballs. “I played in high school. All those skinny guys hated to see me coming.”

“Oh, I bet,” says Poe, snaking a heavy arm around Finn’s waist. “Go ahead, show off for me.”

So Finn does. He hams it up, does some elaborate windups before taking his shots, and gets juuuust enough points to win some little plushie shaped like an off-brand Pokemon. Poe ducks between booths, cheering each of them on. 

“Okay,” he says, when they’ve fallen back in together and stuffed their winnings into Rey’s backpack. “Now I could go for a funnel cake.”

One funnel cake turns into several, and Rey feeds him little pieces even as he leans back to catch his breath. “Oh, man,” he sighs, and Rey pauses to rub his belly. “I’m stuffed. This is the best I’ve eaten since going back to the ocean.”

“Do you think you have one more ride in you?” asks Rey.

Poe burps into his fist. “Uh, that depends on the ride.”

Rey points to the Ferris wheel at the end of the boardwalk. “Nothing fast. I just like seeing everything from up high.”

“Yeah,” says Poe, burping again and rocking forward on the bench. “Help me up and we can go.”

They haul him up, and Finn shyly takes Poe’s hand in his own as they walk. Poe grins, and then all three of them are linked, hand in hand in hand. 

There’s not too much of a line for the Ferris wheel, which is great because Poe can’t stand for that long after using his legs all day and eating more heavy food than he has in years.

“Can all three of us fit in one car?” Finn asks, and the operator eyes Poe.

“You’re welcome to try. As long as I can get the safety bar in place.”

It’s a tight fit with Poe and Finn, but Rey’s tiny so she squeezes in at the very end, and Poe holds up enough of his gut that the safety bar clicks into place. He lets it cascade back down over the bar, jiggling as it goes. His hip and belly flab spills into Rey and Finn’s laps, and Rey pets it like it’s a small animal. Finn laces his hand through Poe’s again and reaches across the billow of Poe’s middle for Rey’s.

“Hey,” he says as they rise over the boardwalk, over the beach. “I’ve been wanting to ask you all day. Do you guys want to come over for dinner? Poe, you can take a water break if you need to. I know it’s been a long day.”

“Yes!” says Rey. 

“Yeah, but one question,” says Poe with a half-smile. “Am I gonna fit in your bathtub?”

Finn grins. “Hey, now. My building also has an Olympic-size pool. You’ll be just fine.”

[dc418writes]

✨Pairing✨: firefighter!Curtis Everettxblack!nanny!reader

Summary🪄: You witness Curtis’ jealous side for the first time (Dipped in Guilt addition)

⚠️: age gap (reader is in late twenties, Curtis is in late 30s to early 40s), sprinkle of possessiveness, insinuation to happy adult fun times, pretty much all fluff

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual was made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used as they were all found on Pinterest*

“Looks like Jensen went all out with this huh?,” Curtis speaks. His son happily sitting in his thick, tattooed arms as you both walk up the concrete walkway

A decorated archway hangs overhead the entire short walk to the front door made to look like a cave full of spiders in their elaborate web. Finn couldn’t be less impressed though, deciding the grey mouse ears on his head - removing them for the fourth time now - were more intriguing than what was around him

“I like it,” you smile. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from Jakey.”

“Of course you’d say that,” he thought. Ever the kind, supportive one, it’s like you were Jensen’s biggest fan

You’d always actively listen when he was going on about one of his nerdy interests. Nodding along and giving your input every now and then about some character or theory you had

You were like that with everyone at the station really. Listening with awe to Ari’s stories of traveling in foreign countries and truly interested in the latest book Cap was reading

You even had a little book club of sorts, which had a small smile creeping along his lips when he’d overhear you on the phone excitedly discussing a part you couldn’t get over

Although Curtis did feel a way about you being on the phone with his station captain so late

And now that he thought about it, why the hell were you calling Jensen “Jakey”?

It didn’t take long for the door to swing open after ringing the melodic bell. Jake smiling on the other side in some outfit that looked like a blue ninja and matching mask as music and giggles could be heard from deeper in the house.

“Hey, come in! Glad you guys could make it!”

“Thanks for inviting us,” Curtis replies stepping in the highly decorated home. There were orange and black streamers along the walls and ceiling along with fake cobwebs and bats. Paper skeletons were along the walls in various goofy poses while a couple larger, plastic ones sat on some of the tables in addition to a mini fake caldron and Halloween themed confetti

Overall, it reminded Curtis of a less cluttered version of a Halloween store the longer you walked through

Clearly the kids loved it how they ran around ogling and enjoying themselves in their costumes

“Very nice Sub Zero!,” you spoke. “Is that the one you found on the site you told me?”

“Yea! And thank you for being the only person here to appreciate an iconic character,” he emphasizes specifically towards a group of kids - including his niece in her ghostface costume - walking past

“Whatever bluey.”

Jensen just shakes his head. “That’s the problem with this generation, no respect. Also very adorable cat and mouse costume you two.”

Tickling under Finn’s chin, the one year old giggles in his grey onesie before reaching for Jake’s glasses - as he usually did whenever they’d see each other.

“And let me guess, Curtis is a…grumpy old trucker?”

Although fitting from the black flannel over his arms, dark jeans that covered the laces of his boots, and ash grey beanie, Curtis just glared in his typical sour puss fashion cutting Jensen’s chuckles short. His once joking mood replaced with a slight look of fear as he nervously cleared his throat.

“S-Sorry, just jokes I swear.”

“Hey, more big people!”

Hearing that familiar deep, soothing drawl, you instantly turn around to find Ari with a beer in hand and in his usual jeans and simple white tee waving from the kitchen.

“So we got adults in the kitchen/dining room, and kids mostly in the living room. Food is in both, but let me know if you guys need anything,” Jensen quickly explains before jogging off at his sister’s call.

“Aww how cute, cat and mouse,” Ari smiles giving you one of his famous bear hugs before gently tickling Finn in his side. “And what about you Curtis?”

“A tired, responsible adult.” Ari chuckles at his friend - expecting nothing less than that response - as you playfully roll your eyes taking a babbling Finn from his arms.

“Well on that note, I’ll leave you adults to it. Cmon baby boy, we’ll have fun for the both of em.”

Curtis’ eyes naturally follow as you stride into the living room while cooing at his son. Ari’s daughter, Maya, excitedly squeals your name once you step foot on the large rug protecting the dark hardwood below. Having babysat her a few times now, she already loved you as if you were her best friend. She also loved Finn, saying how he was the cutest baby she’d ever seen.

“He’s like a babydoll!,” she whispered in awe while holding him that first time. Since then, you, Curtis, and Ari suspected that Maya might look at Finn as her own real life babydoll watching as she took care of him while he played on his mat and would occasionally try to rock him. She even tried to feed him his bottle, but that usually didn’t go well since Finn liked to hold his own.

Seeing you interact with the kids - complimenting their costumes and goofily dancing right beside them - a fraction of a smile tilts the corner of Curtis’ mouth replacing his usual stoic gaze.

There’s also a hint of something waking inside of him every time you hold his son or help him toddle about the room being careful that he doesn’t fall or hurt himself

It’s almost primal or possessive as he feels a low twitch and a warmth bloom along his skin

And he knows it’s bound to get him in trouble

“Stare any harder, and I’m gonna start getting jealous,” Ari smirks handing Curtis a chilled beer from the fridge behind him. Clearly caught, he can only shake his head as the two lightly clink their dark bottles together before taking respective sips.

“So I take it everything’s going well?”

“Yea, she loves Finn and he loves her back. Sometimes I think he might like her more than me.”

“Understandable. I mean she’s prettier, so kind, an amazing cook, funny, gorgeous-,”

“Are you done?,” Curtis glowered lowering the beer bottle from his lips. “Want me to call her back in here so you can find more ways to compliment her?”

He knew Curtis liked you, but he didn’t realize his friend was this deeply smitten. “Relax cowboy, no one’s trying to take your girl.”

Although Ari had to admit, if they weren’t friends he’d be doing any and everything to make you his.

“Whoa, Curtis has a girl?!,” Jake pauses as soon as he steps into the kitchen. A dopey grin on his face much to Curtis’ dismay.

“No, I don’t.”

“Oh he does,” Ari adds only making him more annoyed.

“I’m happy for you man! Finally getting back out there and opening yourself up for love.” Curtis instantly shrugs Jake’s arm from around his shoulder, but the giddy dork only puts it back making Curtis glare at his frosted tipped station mate. “You should’ve invited her.”

“He did. You’ve seen her a few times,” Ari chuckles with a wink before taking another swig from his nearly empty bottle. At first, Jake doesn’t seem to get it quirking his brow in confusion. When things finally click, Jake’s face morphs into surprised realization then excitement looking back and forth between a grumpy Curtis and sweet you in your makeshift cat costume bouncing Finn in your arms.

Curtis knew he should’ve stayed home.

-

Finally back home, Curtis lounged on his couch with arms crossed over his chest as some old, black and white horror movie playing on the screen mounted on the wall. The younger looking woman screaming in horror as some alien species cornered her in an alley

He couldn’t really pay attention though, with you currently in your room getting dressed to go out with your friends

“It’s our Halloween tradition! Since freshman year, we’ve always dressed up and hung out downtown.”

Selfishly Curtis wanted you home with him. You curled on the couch with your snowman blanket - as you tended to do - only a mere arms length away from him as you both watched a movie or one of your shows

He especially liked Love is Blind, but he’d never openly admit that

As if hearing his thoughts of you, the thick heels of your black booties click down the hall eventually stopping in front of him giving a little twirl and your heart melting grin

“And enter the wicked witch!”

Wicked was the word alright, but not in the traditional since of how the character looked when he was little

He could see your black thong through your lacy, wide legged black pants with spiderweb detailing. Your sleeveless top - lacy and see through as well - showing your black bustier underneath. To top everything off, a purple pointed hat on your head with black cats scattered all around in various poses

He could only stare as you excitedly grabbed your purse from the coatrack and shuffled through its contents making sure you had everything

“If Finn wakes up before I’m back, there’s two bottles in the fridge I made earlier, and the bottle warmer is already plugged in,” you state walking towards the front door as you begin typing on your phone. “Oh and-,”

Not paying attention, you don’t hear or feel Curtis get up closing the distance between you with hands stuffed in his front pockets. Turning to suddenly see his broad body startles you, making you slightly jump and a breathy giggle slip past your soft lips

“You can be very nimble for a guy your size,” you joke, but Curtis just peers down at you looking stoic as usual. “Well, I uh guess I’ll see you later then. Were you gonna lock up behind me or-,”

He simply stays silent looking stoic as usual causing your once good mood to slightly dim

“Um okay..g-goodnight then,” you weakly smile with hand twisting the doorknob. Once you have it open by just a crack, Curtis’ larger hand is pushing it closed again and leaving it there to block you from going out

Effectively confusing and startling you; making your brows slightly knit

“…Is something wrong?,” you ask.

“You want me to start being open?,” he begins still trapping you between him and the door. Not that you were particularly complaining. “Okay then, I don’t like - no, I despise the fact that a bunch of men, let alone one, are gonna have their eyes on you. Wanting something that’s not theirs.”

You can only stand there waiting for him to finish. Your back eventually pressing against the door as you step back trying to move away from his intense gaze

“Now I’m gonna give you an option. You can leave; go have fun with your friends and I drag you back here in an hour not caring if you’re ready to go or not, nor if you’re kicking or screaming when I do it. Or you can rightfully stay here.”

The way he spoke with authority as if he was your father stunned you into near silence, unable to clearly get your response out. “S-Stay?”

“Yes..with me,” he states leaning close enough that you could feel the air from his nostrils skate across your skin. “And I promise to make you forget about whatever grimy place you wanted to go and whoever you were planning to go with.”

You feel your core spasm at such a promise reflexively clenching your thighs together as your tongue peeks to wet your lips and you gently nod in approval. It should be shameful how easily you drop your purse into his waiting hand almost like you’re in a trance, but you could care less letting him lead you to his bedroom. In the morning, you’ll just text a quick apology to your friends about standing them up.

Not that they’d know what you were talking about since there weren’t any plans in the first place

[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- Kimber

I'm currently sat in the Garrison in our privet room with my brothers and Isaiah

"Come on let me play" I whine at my brothers

"Alright alright come her" I sit next to John who hands me a deck of cards "first shuffle these cards..."John says helping me but Arthur quickly interrupts

"Terms of play John boy terms of play. She should go play snap with Finn" I roll my eyes at my oldest brother who still sees me as this young girl

"Do you want whiskey as well?" Grace the barmaid walks in

"Yeah I'll have..." I start

"No. None for her. Just beer and orange juice for YN" Tommy responds

"Why no whiskey Tommy? are you expecting trouble?" Arthur asks

"For fuck sake Tommy" I groan grabbing a beer that's half drunk

"I'll ignore that language YN" he says picking up his playing card

"Jesus Christ Tommy what the hell made you let them sing?" John laughs referring to the awfully drunk men singing

"They sound like their strangling cats out there" I laugh along with John

"All right 20 to play. Come on"

"I don't get it" I say looking at my cards then throwing them down in a huff

"What did make you change your mind though Tommy? hmmm?" Arthur asks. I take the cigarette out of Isaiah's mouth and place it in mine before John takes it out of mine to put out

"Yeah I mean it's about time Tommy" the brothers watch Grace as she leaves the room

"Time for what?"

"Time you took yourself a woman. Even our YN is smitten these days" I roll my eyes at Arthur

"Still not happy about that especially knowing what we were up to at her age" John laughs

"What you were up to you mean" Tommy grunts

"Remember Isaiah she is only 15, not need to be married and a mother yet"

"Nope don't want to be part of this conversation. Isaiah let's go" I take his hand and we walk out of the room and over to the bar where Harry is.

Everyone continues to sing and dance when suddenly it goes quiet. I look at the door where some men have just walked in

"Holy shit. It's Billy Kimber" Isaiah pulls me behind him

"Is there any man here named Shelby?" It's quiet for a moment then he pulls out a gun and shoots it in the air making all of us jump "I said is there any man here named Shelby" thankfully my brothers walk out of the room, Tommy leading them

"Harry get these men a drink. Everyone else go home. Isaiah, take YN home and stay there with her" Isaiah nods his head but I refuse

"Grace go home" Tommy says as Grace walks over to the table Tommy and the others just sat at with drinks

"But Mr Fenton said..."

"I said go home"

"I've never approved of woman in pubs, but when they look like that..." Kimber watches Grace walk off

"Isaiah I thought I told you to take YN home"

"You did. YN let's go" I sigh giving in but Kimber stops us from going anywhere

"No. I want her to stay. She's a pretty little thing isn't she. I'm guessing this is the youngest Shelby sister"

"Ay, eyes away!" Tommy shouts "you said you wanted men called Shelby. You've got 3 of them and a girl, but don't underestimate her"

"Right, I'd never heard of ya then I did hear of ya, some little Didicoy razor gang" i scoff a little. Razor gang "I though to myself, so what? but then you fucked me over so now you have my undivided attention. By the way which one and I talking to, who's the boss?" 

"Well I'm the oldest" Arthur replies

"Ha clearly"

"Are you laughing at my brother?"

"Right he's the oldest, your the thickness, she's just nice to look at"

"I'm 15 you perv" I mutter

"I'm told the boss is called Tommy and I'm guessing that's you 'cause your looking me up and down like I'm a fucking tart"

"Isaiah I'm not going to ask again take YN home"

"Sorry Tommy. Come on YN" Isaiah takes my hand and pulls me out of the pub. Isaiah takes me home where no one is, obviously. The only time Tommy is allowing Isaiah and I to be alone is because of Kimber. The peace didn't last long because Finn comes home which means time for me to watch him...

[nicolewoo]

Super Earth Part 13 Heavy Winds

Pairing: Reader X Roman Reigns

Synopsis: Reader is a space pilot. Dr. Reigns is a scientist. They fell in love heading to TOI-1452 B

Part 13: Heavy Winds

I woke when the computer chirpped.

“Good morning colonists.” It was Becky. “Sorry to wake you all so early.” I looked to see it was 4 am. “Unfortunately, we have an all hands on deck situation. A category 7 hurricane is due to arrive in 36 hours. We have to move the colony. Please report to your hurricane protocol stations in the next hour.”

Roman groaned at the thought. Moving the entire colony was a huge endeavor, and as Becky had said, everyone was needed. I was secretly excited. Scared and excited. We’d all had to train for our hurricane stations. I was stationed with engineering for the start of the day and at the helm for the move. Roman had to secure his greenhouse then help build the protective walls.

Moving the entire colony was an engineering marvel, and one I didn’t think I’d get to see. Although there was danger, I was excited to see the whole process. We got ready quickly and headed to our stations. Roman was certainly more concerned than me, and he made me stop to kiss me and tell me he loved me before we parted.

As I suspected, all of the Explorers engineers were already in the Engineering/Maintenance building hard at work. Tilly b-lined her way to me. “Captain, Should I get on the com and remind our crew and passengers where they’re supposed to be?”

My brain was still not awake yet. “Um… No… we… uh… we trained plenty of times. Maybe just send out a message that if they need reminding to contact you?”

“Oh, that’s better. You ok?” She examined my face.

“I…. neeeeed… coooffffeeeee.” I teased.

“Aye Cap. Whatcha need?” I turned to see Joe Coffey behind me; which made all three of us laugh.

“I need the caffeinated kind, not the engineer kind.” I laughed. A few seconds later Trick Williams brought me a cup of coffee. “Thank you.”

“Y/N” Seth said as he entered the room. “Glad you’re here.” An alarm sounded on a computer station, drawing Seth’s attention away from me.

Orange ran to the station, reading the display, “Fuck! Grid 10 is down.”

“Ten?” Seth asked. He hit a button on the panel in front of him. “Finn? Add grid 10 to the list.”

“Gotcha!” the Irishman said curtly.

Seth focused on me again. “Are you POSITIVE you want to go out into this weather? It’s nasty out there. Wouldn’t you rather go on a normal run… after the hurricane?”

I was itching to get off the colony and see the ocean closer. It was never 100% safe, even in perfect weather. Now, with a hurricane on the way, the ocean churned violently, massive waves splashing over the 20 foot protective wall around and soaking the colony every few minutes. I knew going out today was dangerous. Probably the most dangerous thing I’d ever done, but it was a once in a lifetime chance to see under the colony. It was also a job that HAD to be done, and I never made my crew do anything I wouldn’t do.  

Under the colony were an array of thousands of propellers. On a normal day, there was no resistance to these propellers, allowing the ocean to turn them all the time. 60% of the colony’s electricity came from them. When a storm like this came through though, they functioned as a ship’s propellers. Ideally, this switch could be done from a control panel, but the process had not been perfected, and inevitably some propellers had to be switched by hand…. Under the colony.

“It needs to be done.” I answered.

Seth looked at me as if trying to find my fear. “Our people can do it You don’t have to. We have enough people.”

Tilly answered before I could. “She’s not going to change her mind. Cap’s a daredevil.”

“She gets off on shit like this.” Cassidy added.

“I do not!” I protested. “But I’m not going to put someone else in danger if I can do the job myself.”

Seth turned on the coms “Dexter, Cap’s coming with you.”

“Understood” came the answer. Dexter Loomis was a very quiet man who never talked unless he had to. “We’re leaving in 15 minutes.”

“Thanks” Seth answered. “She’ll be down soon.” I nodded my thanks to Seth. “WEAR THE TEATHER!” Seth yelled out as I exited.

Once on the ground, I took a deep breath. I had 15 minutes. It would barely be enough time, but I was going. I ran full speed to the greenhouse.

Roman barely had time to turn around and see me before I wrapped him in a hug. “I wish you’d reconsider doing this.” He said as he kissed my forehead.

“I can’t. You know why.” We’d had the conversation shortly after arriving at the colony. Roman had repeatedly asked me to send someone else if the colony needed to be moved. He’d begged me not to go this morning too, but he knew by now he wouldn’t change my mind.

“I know. That’s why I’m going with you.” I opened my mouth to protest, but his face stopped me. Roman didn’t put his foot down often, but when he did, there was no talking him out of it. Just as there was no talking me out of anything I set my mind to. I simply didn’t have time to have this argument again. and It wouldn’t do any good.

I sighed resigned to his decision. I kissed him gently and looked in his eyes before sprinting to the boat dock, Roman at my heels the whole time.

“We don’t need both of you.” Seth’s voice yelled over the sound of the roaring ocean.

I started to answer when Roman interjected. “I’m not leaving her side.” It was a command that Seth accepted immediately. I guess he knew what it was like to want to protect your partner.

“Let’s tether you together then.” Orange walked up to us with two harnesses, and we put them on.

“Boat’s full!” Dexter’s voice called over the storm. “Two people need to go to boat 3.” Two colonists raised their hands and Dexter nodded for them to go.

I barely had time to think as we boarded the boat and Orange tethered Roman and I together then tethered us to the boat, which was also tethered to the colony.

“Boat 2, ready.” Dexter shouted and the call was repeated by the crew still on the colony.

Boat 2 tethered

Boat 2 tether check

Check

Boat 2 prepare for launch

Boat 2 check

Before I could even think we were in the water. Massive waves rocked the boat, and Roman held my hand.

I thought the smell of the ocean was bad in the shower. Now it was overwhelming, and I gagged. A high pitched laugh caught my attention, and I looked up to see Finn Balor laughing. I might have been mad if he hadn’t handed me two oxygen masks that hooked up to our harnesses. I nodded my thanks and handed one to Roman. He attached mine, and I attached his.

“Better?” Finn yelled, and I gave him a grateful thumbs up. I could still smell the ocean, but the oxygen watered down the smell.

Boat 2 ready to approach

Boat 2 hold

We could barely hear the announcement made to the colony. Brace yourselves for the colony to be raised.

Before my very eyes, the entire colony started rising. Normally it sat a few feet off the top of the ocean, but the storm swell had caused the ocean to rise up. We couldn’t see underneath until the colony had been hoisted.

The huge metal columns under the colony creaked as they were forced to work, but slowly the entire colony lifted.

Finally, I got to see the propellers which hung under the colony. They weren’t very large, but there were thousands under the colony. 10,463 to be exact, each divided into grids.

40 foot long metal poles poked out from the underside of the colony; each with a propeller that was normally submerged in the water. They dripped now, the fowl smell of the ocean more prominent as they did. I tapped my mask and gave Finn a thumbs up as a thanks. By now, everyone in the boat had an oxygen mask on.

Finn, Damon, Dominick and McDonagh were rowing frantically trying to maneuver the boat under the colony despite the waves and wind. Roman and I were looking for paddles to help, but before we could find any, we were under the colony. It was a truly impressive feat given the conditions. Now that we were amid the propellers, our crew grabbed the metal columns and began to pull the boat to our destination; which was much faster than trying to row a boat through this weather.

Boat 2 is under the colony

Boat 2 proceed to grid 10

Roman and I grabbed columns and helped heave the boat to our destination.

Boat 2 proceeding to grid 10

Under the colony, so close to the ocean, with water dripping off the undersides of the colony…… the smell was putrid. I caught Roman gagging once. “Let’s just get it done” I said to calm him.

I was hoping under the colony would be calmer, but even surrounded by the tall columns, being under the colony was treacherous. The wind whipped harder down here, creating a giant wind tunnel. The boat was slammed against columns on all sides, making the risk of getting thrown into the ocean even worse.  It seemed like I got pushed into one of the metal columns every few seconds. I was going to be bruised for sure.

Boat 2 approaching grid 10

Great job boat 2. Turning settings to manual now

“Let’s get it done quickly everyone.” Finn yelled out, but I wasn’t sure the people on the other side of our boat could hear him over the sound of the storm and the violent water. It didn’t matter though. Everyone was already starting to work.

Finn removed his oxygen mask long enough to tell Roman his only job was to keep the people around us from falling in the water. His determined look and steady gaze said as much as his nod. I had dreaded bringing him on this trip, but now that we were here, feeling his hand on my harness was reassuring. He would keep me safe.

Grid 10 held 567 turbines. Each had the be manually changed to propel the colony. We stood in a big line, each of us handling a row of propellers before we stopped to pulled the boat to the next turbine.

Despite Roman’s steady hands, I slammed into a column hard, my head bouncing as it hit. Roman panicked and almost let go of the others. Hearing the bang of skull on metal, Finn turned to see what had happened. He reached behind my head, pressing his fingers into my hair. When he removed his hand, I saw red on his fingers. He didn’t panic. Instead, he motioned to the others in the boat who all sat down and tried to hold the boat steady while Finn grabbed a first aid kit. He spread a salve roughly over a large bandage and applied it to my skull, using the gas mask to keep it in place. Finn looked at me now, holding up a tentative thumbs up to ask if I was ok. I nodded yes and reached to move the boat to our next destination. Everyone stood and joined in; Roman’s hand on everyone’s tethers to keep them safe.

I heard the bang of metal on metal and turned to see another boat working on a grid to our stern. I couldn’t recognize everyone, but I did notice Dexter and Trick in the boat. He noticed our boat and pointed to my head with one hand while he helped pull the boat with his second hand. I nodded that I was ok.  

90 minutes later, we were done, cheering at our success even though we still needed to get back to the colony before we could be considered safe. I had been thrown into more columns than I wanted to admit, and now that the work was done, the pain started seeping into my bones. Roman by my side had been a game changer. He never took his hand off me unless someone else needed saving. He’d saved Finn from falling in twice.

“Great job everyone.” Finn called out and motioned toward the other boat. A few minutes and one bruised arm later, we arrived at Boat 3. Loomis pointed to a corner of the grid and we started there. It was just a few minutes later that we were done. We pulled our way out from under the colony, and the colonists tied the boats together for more stability.

Loomis took off his mask and pointed at me. “Sit down. We don’t need you to paddle.” Even if I had been needed, I wasn’t sure I could paddle. My head must be hurt more than I thought, because I was getting dizzy and nauseous. I took his advice and sat. Roman handed me the tethers and took an oar someone offered him.

By the time we were back on the colony, I couldn’t stand. Finn helped Roman carry me off the boat. Dr. Thorpe was waiting for me. “Cap, What am I going to do with you?” He inspected my head. “Yup. Almost the exact same place as your last concussion.” He finished and pointed Roman to the medical building.

Seeing me being carried to the medical building was enough to stop everyone from their hurricane preparations. I saw everyone talking. “Oh shit.” I said under my breath.

“Nothing to worry about! She’s got a concussion. She’ll be fine.” Thorpe yelled out, then looked at me. “That should stop them from gossiping.”

“Captain!” Dr. Keith Lee said as we entered. “What happened?”

Roman laid me down on a table. “She got thrown against a column.”

“Probably another concussion.” Dr. Thorpe said. “It’s not her first. Not even the first on this trip.”

Dr. Lee nodded curtly. “Let’s get you into the scanner and see what we can do.”

@mindofasagitarius @lclb13 @serenityfiretrash @lustyromantic @reigns-5sos @bigpsychicbagelauthor @omg-im-such-a-masochist @marlananicole @wickedsunfire @starwithaheart @spookys-girl @pitlissa22 @snowpanda18 @thesamoanqueen @sassginaswanmills

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

I normally have trouble getting the motive to draw, nonetheless do comics(even though I love to or love to think about them), but for some reason I got really tempted to do so for an idea @dmclr gave me, based off of this post, annddd since I happened to have some free time that needed occupying so I wasn't sitting around bored, I made the mini-comic! Putting it under the cut.

Giggling at myself a little cause you can kinda see me getting a little more tired and messy with it as I revert into my "doodle" style😅 I have drawn Lightning better, whoopsies, sorry 'bout that...

JUST incase, I am specifying that the "silver"(grey/blue color) is Finn, brown is Mater, and red is Lightning. There is no brown text color on Tumblr so at the bottom I just threw orange for Mater.

This is a once in a bluemoon event yall, enjoy, haha!

(Go to bottom for added context and explanations cause I have NO clue if any of this actually makes sense at all)

Mater, I don't think that's how that works..

I think you're just upset that he didn't let you say "Zed".

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A joke on how the British pronunciation of the letter "Z" is "Zed", and Finn being British, that is how he says it. Mater, an American, mistakes Finn's pronunciation of the letter "Z" as a seperate name, as opposed to a way of just saying the letter. Finn, at the start, is mumbling about Peofessor Z, one of the antagonists in the Cars 2 movie who works for/with Axlerod.

I was actually going to add Axlerod being dumbfounded in the background of some of the shots at first, but my energy was quickly like...yeah, no. I don't know why I pictured it at first as the scene of them at the last race, where they are confronting Axlerod infront of the Queen, but I suppose that's cause my brain just defaulted to "When do they all appear together?.."

[castlebyersafterdark]

I don't understand the hate about this outfit like he looks goofy but he was cute in this!!!

omg it's my time to shine hahah i love talking costumes! firstly, mike's shirt is described as orange here by the costume designer so its not part of the blue and yellow theory really, sorry y'all! but we dont need that as byler evidence cos theyre clearly in love anyway. will was definitely judging his ensemble and my fav part is the way it says 'SURF' splashed across the back in huge pastel letters. it's an all-round cringe shirt for mike wheeler whose personality does NOT suit surfer boy style let alone fake, ill-fitting surfer boy knock off style haha. so really what the costume designers were doing is not trying to make mike look objectively bad in terms of out of context outfit, but rather its so awkward for his character and delivers the awkward vibes in as little time as possible in order to set the tone of the scene. so we can add into this...

the camera angle showing him cluelessly looking around for them

the way he's wearing sunglasses indoors, a feat only julian casablancas can pull off. mike wasnt on the concourse, he was never exposed to sunlight since he got on the plane in indianapolis and perhaps not even then lmao, no need for shades!

his goofy wave and squeaky, performative voice 'oh! oh hi will! fancy seeing you here!'

and the biggest culprit of all: THAT HAT

I mean, what is that hat? its the way its sat on his head making his hair look like a wig. major worzel gummidge vibes tbh. that hat cannot be worn with hair down, it should be with a high ponytail which makes me think is this even a man's hat? subtle costume design.

and lastly, the clothes are ill-fitting (just like his hellfire shirt which hangs off him and washes him out, making him look pallid and weary in episode 1). the orange washes him out, making his skin look extra pale (compare to the warmth of the van scene and how golden his skin looks there). the purple shirt does the same, and the vest is far too big for him. finn described the whole outfit, but mainly the flip flops as 'gross' lol, but its made worse by the sheer contrast of mike to will and el and everyone. he's so not cool here, in every way. perfect costume design storytelling!

so yeah, these details are subjective really, but then again you could say all of art is subjective. they try to create a mood and make you feel certain things when watching, and some people just won't get it. thats not a bad thing, but i think recognising when your taste butts heads with the artistic intention is very interesting! i always found mike to be a babe but i cringed so hard when he rocked up in this ensemble lmao. and i think the duffers wanted me to! compare it to how much his brown hair and pale skin suits the forest greens of season 1 and 2. mike is an autumnal colour complexion, not spring/summer pastels :)

THANK YOU for this! I love costume and wardrobes but I don't really feel like my knowledge base is adequate to deep dive beyond surface level vibes and this was a cool read.

Also yes! to the minimizing 'color theory' a little - it's a nice element for these two but I think too much stock is placed in what's a minor detail when so much more is important about these characters. And agree, Will was totally judging - even if he's into Mike, it's so clear that he's doing something out of character and awkward and trying to put on a different image for his girlfriend. I don't necessarily think the outfit is ugly - simply not Mike. That's what I'm saying but oh man, so right on every point. It's a very good storytelling tool. Yes, it's ill-fitting and the coloring makes him look off, like everything about how he's presenting himself is wrong. Overcompensation. Desaturation. I find the mistaken effort endearing, which I think is the point as well. The cringe along with the oh, Mike. He tried so hard and it turned out so wrong. You feel for him!!

(Hides though 🫣 as I'd absolutely wear the hat, I love an ugly hat. Then again - I go out of my way to wear ugly fashion on purpose sometimes because it's fun and amuses me, but that's a pointed choice haha. Mike probably thought it all was cool. I am not trying to be cool ever.)

He is an autumn boy! Fall colors and fall in general! Loved your take, very good insights. Agree agree, there's a lot of meaningful layers here and reasons for what we saw in that scene.

[venus-the-novaket]

Welcome!

|| this is an oc x canon blog ||

meet Venus the Novaket! he's part of a high empathy race of aliens that happen to look similar to cats. his race is also very technologically advanced! problem is, he crash landed on a more primitive planet and had to pose as a love god for a couple hundred years until the Doctor came along and helped him!

the Novaket (star cats) are a species that had bonded with the Time Lords. they have the ability to tap into people's emotions, but not their memories or anything similar. the Novaket are a species that have two stomachs, with slowed down digestion and no need to eat as often. Venus' clan of Novaket specifically also have an extra pair of lungs, best for living on the mountains.

the Novaket have their own sort of Regeneration. they call it Reincarnation, where when they die their souls return to stardust and return home to the Novaket, no matter where they were and no matter where the Novaket are.

they were forced to flee their planet during the Time War, as the Daleks destroyed it. as they were fleeing, there was a malfunction with Venus' lifepod that caused him to be ejected when he was only a couple years old. he stayed on that planet until he was 250 years old, when he finally figured out how to activated his pod's distress signal. which caused him to be saved by The Doctor!

since then, his species has disappeared. nobody has found them after they had fled. Venus thinks he is the only one left. but he is not.

|| feel free to ask me about making your own Novaket! I'd love to talk details on how to make one! and please tag me in making one! ||

Rules!

you can be rude to the characters, but do not go after the mod please!

you can flirt with Venus and the others if you so wish! but please keep it sfw

AU & OC! runs off asks & loads of headcanons

no M!A whatsoever, sorry!

feel free to ask me to tag things!

you can spam asks, likes, and reblogs! I really appreciate it!

at the moment, timeline of asks is not consistent while I figure his character out further. eventually will have a proper timeline & story

(more may get added)

Characters!

Venus the Novaket - pink text

Nine - green text

Ten - blue text

Eleven - red text

Thirteen - purple text

River - orange text

Mod!

hi! I'm Finn/Wally! I use he/it/she/pup/dog/hero/sword pronouns! my main is @transpuppetboy !!

sorta lil crush on The Doctor and River sry <3

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

There’s a scene that I’m just calling the orange juice scene and I can’t stop thinking about it so here’s a piece while I move scenes around in scrivener instead of writing. Gotta keep the chronology right first y’know

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Without another word, Dameron lets the back door slam behind him, and in his weakness, Hux flinches at the noise. His father would be so disappointed, and so as if to further spite him, Hux’s hand reaches with trembling fingers for the small cigarette case at the bottom of his apron. It takes him three tries to light it, but the first pull forces him to think about breathing. Between that and the nicotine, Hux can feel his head start to right itself. “Terrible fucking habit,” Solo mutters, likely to himself. As usual, Solo is incapable of reading the room. Unfortunately for him, Hux is still in a state of panic, but he’s come down just enough for fight to be his response, instead of flight. “Because property damage is so much better,” Hux cuts back. “Next time I’m teetering on the edge of a break down, I’ll be sure to just start throwing pint glasses at the wall and shouting. I’m sure I won’t get fired. That’s a thing we’re all allowed to do, right?” Solo’s eyes narrow, his hands clenching into fists. “Of course, Mr. Always in Control. How can I forget, the great and powerful Hux has never had an emotion in his life, and as such, finds all us beings will feelings to be lower lifeforms.” Standing, Hux let’s a bitter, broken laugh escape before taking another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the sky and watching in float away in the flood lights. “Indeed. Before you stands the paragon of control, about to throw his dinner up onto the concrete.” Dameron should have come back with his water by now, Hux thinks. He’s not upset; if anything, he’s worried. Is the restaurant falling apart while he breaks down by the dumpster? “Are you sick?” Solo asks. “You shouldn’t have come in for your shift if there was a chance you had a food-borne illness.” “Panic attacks aren’t contagious,” Hux snaps, dropping his cigarette into the bucket of sand and kicking it to cover it. “So our guests are safe from my malady, and your precious health codes haven’t been violated.” “The health and safety of our guests is incredibly important,” Solo says, and then, “panic attack?” For a moment, Hux can feel his hands start to shake again, can feel his heart beating a little faster than it had been just moments before. As he falls apart, surely the restaurant has been lit aflame, he thinks. Finn and Dameron are spreading the story of his infirmity all throughout the servers, and he’ll be a laughing stock in some group chat he’s not in by morning. Any respect his coworkers have for him will have vanished into the ether, and in shame, so will he. “I haven’t had one in a couple of years,” he says instead, keeping his internal thoughts to himself. “I used to handle them much better, but I suppose I must be out of practice.” Looking up, he can see on Solo’s face the desire to ask, different from Dameron’s need for gossip. There’s genuine concern there, but Hux doesn’t need the manger’s kid knowing all the ways he has trouble doing his job, the various walls and coping mechanisms he’s constructed out of duct tape and nicotine. “It’s nothing important. I’m sorry to have bothered your tantrum, but I can’t ask my coworkers to cover my slack any longer, so I really must return to my tables.” Hux watches a flash of rage die, as if he’s finally beginning to see through Hux’s bullshit, and isn’t that a terrifying thought. Ben Solo, being fully aware that Hux’s personality, his cutting remarks and his dry wit, are a lie. If he is unlikeable, he never worries about how people perceive him. He’s simply the bastard. “You should drink some orange juice,” Solo says. “It always used to make me feel better, after mine. Something about the sugar, I think?” Not trusting himself to speak, Hux nods, opening the door and heading back inside the restaurant. For the rest of the night, he’s sure to avoid Solo, eager to avoid any further conversation about his incident. Finn and Dameron, though they eye him with concern, appear to have kept the details of why Hux was pulled off the floor to himself. Phasma won’t stop looking at him, no doubt having noticed that he’s camping in the server alley, hiding from an entire half of the restaurant, lest table 23 spend a second too long looking around and connect his face to his name. Hux chooses not to meet her eye, sipping his orange juice instead and staring into the middle distance.

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Ask Game answers - MultiFandom, Emery and Phoenix

As I mentioned in the reply to the 'Ask'. My reply was long, because of all the parts to it, so I made it a new post with a 'keep reading' option.

Okay—A) Thank you for the Ask! B ) Thank you for asking about House of Wax, OMG. I don’t watch horror movies EXCEPT this one and I LOVE IT so much. Vinny is baby and needs protected. (well probably not… but you get my point) C ) I definitely don’t mind the multiple parts to this! I’m just glad someone inboxed me :D.

Also, sorry it took so long, I got busy with schoolwork and trying to catch up on Dynamite and life in general. But here you go Nonny. (And they’re in order based on the question, so whatever the order the thing is listed is the same order the answer will be—and each will only have 3 passes available to use)

To: Emery ( E ) and Phoenix ( P )

You can see exactly how similiar/different the two of them are from their answers to this.

Kenny Omega, Orange Cassidy, Wardlow (Wrestling) Stab, Shoot, Drown: E= *cries* OC, K-kenny, Wardlow P = OC, Wardlow, Kenny Fist Fight, Get Drunk with, Share a Flat With: E = Orange, Wardlow, Kenny P = Kenny, Wardlow, OC Go to a Wedding with, Go to a Party with, Go to a Museum with: E = OC, Wardlow, Kenny P = Wardlow, Kenny, Wardlow Fck, Marry, Kiss: E = …. Wardlow, Kenny, Orange P = …. OC, Wardlow, Kenny (Can I kill him instead? >> )

Damian Priest, Finn Balor, Jey Uso (Wrestling) Stab, Shoot, Drown: E = Damian, Finn, Jey *cries* P = …. Refuses (1) Fist Fight, Get Drunk with, Share a Flat With: E = Damian, Jey, Finn P = Jey, Damian, Finn Go to a Wedding with, Go to a Party with, Go to a Museum with: E = Jey, Damian, Finn P = Finn, Jey, Damian Fck, Marry, Kiss: E = Finn, Damian, Jey P = Damian, Finn, Jey

Imperium (Wrestling) – Walter, Marcel Barthel, Fabian Aichner Stab, Shoot, Drown: E= Hard pass (1) P= Values her life too much to answer this (2) Fist Fight, Get Drunk with, Share a Flat With: E= Walter (a quick L), Marcel, Fabian P= Marcel, Walter, Fabian Go to a Wedding with, Go to a Party with, Go to a Museum with: E= Fabian, Marcel, Walter P= Walter, Marcel, Fabian Fck, Marry, Kiss: E= ….Fabian, Marcel, Walter P= agrees. Fabian, Marcel, Walter

BCC (Wrestling) choose any 3 of the 4 you'd like – Bryan, Mox, Claudio, Yuta Stab, Shoot, Drown: E= Claudio, Bryan, Mox P= …. Pass (3- no more left) Fist Fight, Get Drunk with, Share a Flat With: E= Claudio, Mox, Yuta P= Mox, Yuta, Claudio Go to a Wedding with, Go to a Party with, Go to a Museum with: E= Yuta, Mox, Claudio P= Claudio, Mox, Yuta Fck, Marry, Kill: E= …. Claudio, Yuta, …. Bryan and Mox P= rude. …. Yuta, Claudio…. Bryan *shrug*

Mustache Mountain (Wrestling) – Trent Seven, Tyler Bate, Pete Dunne Stab, Shoot, Drown: E= No! (2) P= Tyler, Pete, Trent Fist Fight, Get Drunk with, Share a Flat With: E= Tyler, Pete, Trent P= Pete, Tyler, Trent Go to a Wedding with, Go to a Party with, Go to a Museum with: E= Trent, Pete, Tyler P= Tyler, Pete, Trent Fck, Marry, Kiss: E= Pete, Trent, Tyler P= Tyler, Trent, Pete

Best Friends (Wrestling) – Chuck Taylor, Trent Barretta, Orange Cassidy Stab, Shoot, Drown: E= NEVER (3- no more left) P= Trent, Orange, Chuck Fist Fight, Get Drunk with, Share a Flat With: E= OC, Trent, Chuck P= Trent, Chuck, Orange Go to a Wedding with, Go to a Party with, Go to a Museum with: E= OC, Trent, Chuck P= Trent, Orange, Chuck Fck, Marry, Kiss: E= Chuck, OC, Trent P= Trent, Chuck, OC

Darby Allin, Marko Stunt, ELP (Wrestling) Stab, Shoot, Drown: E= *cries more* ELP, Marko, Darby P= Darby, ELP, Marko Fist Fight, Get Drunk with, Share a Flat With: E= Marko, ELP, Darby P= Darby, Marko, ELP Go to a Wedding with, Go to a Party with, Go to a Museum with: E= Darby, ELP, Marko P= ELP, Marko, Darby Fck, Marry, Kiss: E= Darby, ELP, Marko P= ELP, Darby, Marko

Daryl Dixon, Negan , Jesus/Paul (Walking Dead) Stab, Shoot, Drown: E= :{ Daryl, Jesus, Negan P= Negan, Daryl, Jesus Fist Fight, Get Drunk with, Share a Flat With: E= Negan, Daryl, Jesus P= Jesus, Daryl, Negan Go to a Wedding with, Go to a Party with, Go to a Museum with: E= Daryl, Negan, Jesus P= Jesus, Daryl, Negan Fck, Marry, Kill: E= Jesus, Daryl, Negan P= Daryl, Negan, Jesus

Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bo Sinclair (House of Wax) Stab, Shoot, Drown: (both ask if you’re trying to kill them) E= Vincent, Bo, Lester P= Lester, Bo, Vincent Fist Fight, Get Drunk with, Share a Flat With: E= Lester, Bo, Vincent P= Bo, Lester, Vincent Go to a Wedding with, Go to a Party with, Go to a Museum with: E= Bo, Lester, Vincent P= agrees. Bo, Lester, Vincent Fck, Marry, Kill/Kiss: E= Bo, Vincent, Lester P= Lester, Bo, Vincent

Castiel, Lucifer, Crowley (Supernatural) Stab, Shoot, Drown: E= Lucifer, Crowley, Cas P= Crowley, Lucifer, Cas Fist Fight, Get Drunk with, Share a Flat With: E= Lucifer, Cas, Crowley P= Cas, Crowley, Lucifer Go to a Wedding with, Go to a Party with, Go to a Museum with: E= Cas, Lucifer, Crowley P= Crowley, Lucifer, Cas Fck, Marry, Kiss: E= Lucifer, Crowley, Cas P= Crowley, Lucifer, Cas

Sub Zero (Bi Han), Scorpion (Hanzo), Sub Zero (Kuai Liang) Stab, Shoot, Drown: (you’re really trying to kill us, aren’t you?) E= Kuai, Hanzo, Bi-Han P= Bi-Han, Kuai, Hanzo Fist Fight, Get Drunk with, Share a Flat With: E= Bi-Han, Hanzo, Kuai P= Kuai, Bi-Han, Hanzo Go to a Wedding with, Go to a Party with, Go to a Museum with: E= Hanzo, Bi-Han, Kuai P= Kuai, Bi-Han, Hanzo Fck, Marry, Kill: E= Hanzo, Kuai, Bi-Han P= Kuai, Hanzo, Bi-Han

[loveforpreserumsteve]

A Whole New Ballfield: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Eleven:

"When are they supposed to be here?" Finn asked, frosting the cupcakes for the gender reveal party.

"Noon," Kit answered, their voice going high and squeaky from the helium.

"What time is it now?" Cori whined, exasperated as she tried to follow the tutorial on how to twist the orange, black, and clear spider web balloons into an arch.

Inhaling another lungful from a baby mummy balloon, Kit told her, "Twelve fifteen."

Cori gave her sibling a pointed look before getting back to her and Bitsy's task. Then, the sisters shared a look that silently communicated everything they needed to say. It still always interested Steve and made him wonder how they could have a natural connection that deep with each other.

"They'll be here soon," Steve assured, making his way past the balloon crew in the living room to the decorating committee in the kitchen. Although, he didn't want a guest to feel like they needed to pitch in. "Sweetie, you don't have to do that."

"Oh, it's okay," Dani assured, putting different sizes of candy eyes on the frosted cupcakes. "My family owns a cakery. I've been lending a helping hand pretty much every weekend ever since I could see over the counter."

"Still," Steve smiled at the redhead, starting to help her with the rest of the cupcakes that Finn and Nevie were icing. Of course, who Steve was really paying attention to was Finn and how he looked at his girlfriend. It was all there, and Steve couldn't help but love that his son was in love. Especially with the object of his affection being someone who loved him just the same.

Catching Finn's eye, Steve playfully wiggled his eyebrows in a silent response. Blushing, Finn looked away. But that said it all. And Steve hoped for all that was holy that Natasha felt the same in all of her match-making magic.

As everyone worked in companiable silence, they were startled when Bobby Pickett's, Monster Mash, began playing over all of the Bluetooth speakers in the house. The tune itself announced the arrival of the parents-to-be and caused everyone else – but Bucky – to roll their eyes. Instead, the older alpha used his newer hip for dancing as he wiggled and shimmied to the familiar tune.

Coming up behind Steve, Bucky wrapped him up in his arms. Kissing the mating scar, he softly sang along to the lyrics into Steve's good ear. Despite himself, it still made him melt after all these years.

"'The zombies were having fun,'" Bucky sang, swaying them to the beat.

Sucking in another deep breath of helium, Kit continued, "'The party had just begun.'"

Dancing into the house, the guests of honor added, "'The guests included Wolfman, Dracula, and his son.'"

"Alright, alright," Steve playfully rolled his eyes. Lovingly, he shoved his mate away so he could get the cookies out of the oven. Broadly gesturing around himself, Steve asked, "Can you at least turn that down?"

"Sorry," Rhodey apologized, lowering the volume. Then, just like they were still the little kids they had once been, Rhodey pointed at his husband, "It was his idea."

Feigning scandalized, Ollie placed his hands on his bump and joked, "Do our vows mean nothing to you?"

Playfully, Rhodey narrowed his eyes into thin slits as he looked over his pregnant partner. Of course, just like Steve and Bucky had trouble staying mad – or even annoyed – at each other, the black man cracked a grin before leaning over to kiss a glistening, alabaster Ollie.

Setting the freshly baked cookies onto the cooling rack, Steve looked over at the twenty-seven year olds and paused. Not able to keep the smile off his face when he finally took the two of them in. There, the parents-to-be were dressed in fuzzy onesies. Rhodey's orange with black stripes, a springy tail, and the recognizable cartoon head as the hood. The perfect, T-I-double-GUH-ER!

But Oliver's was the one that made Steve giggle. Really, he should've expected it. After all, little Rory's nickname was, 'Roo.' It didn't take a genius to see Ollie in his own brown onesie with a large front pouch to know that he was Kanga.

"You guys really went all out with the theme, huh?" Nevie teased.

Oliver blew a raspberry at her and walked further into the house. Grabbing one of the green frosted cupcakes, he said, "Besides, we get it from them."

And, really, that was true. Halloween was one of Steve's and Bucky's favorite holidays. From even before they had met, they enjoyed the spooky festivities. Once they got together though was when the fun really happened. First with Ollie, and then with each of the kids in the ever-growing family.

So, now would be no different.

"Please," Bucky mocked. Dramatically flipping his black Batman cape over his broad – and currently padded – shoulder, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Oliver rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips as he continued eating the chocolate cupcake. Steve, himself, couldn't help but smile too. Especially when Ollie looked so much like the kid he had once been. At twenty-seven, Steve knew that his son wasn't a little boy anymore. But it didn't matter how old he was or how many kids the omega had; he'd always be that little guy that had his fathers wrapped around his little finger.

"So," Kit started, no longer using the helium to make others laugh.

"So?" Ollie prompted, reaching for another cupcake.

Finn swatted at him though. Not saying anything, just making sure that his brother didn't eat the treats that he had been helping with for the past half hour. Pouting, Ollie crossed his arms along his chest, over the bump. Dani wasn't as frustrated as Finn was though, and she handed her boyfriend's brother a vanilla cupcake with orange frosting and lots of little candy eyes.

"Wilma," Ollie started, pulling down the paper of the cupcake, "I always knew you could do better than Fred."

"Nonsense," Dani smiled at her partner, "I could never do any better than a Flintstone."

Then, like the dork he was, Finn unenthusiastically delivered, "Yabba dabba doo."

"This is what I get for being the middle child," Kit complained, regaining the attention from their brother.

"Sorry," Oliver apologized to his younger sibling. Blaming the sweet treat, "But you have no idea how bad pregnancy cravings are!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Kit waved off, taking a seat. Impatiently, they asked, "Ya gonna tell us the sex or what?"

Blinking, Rhodey looked at Ollie and Ollie's brows furrowed. Meanwhile, Bitsy explained, "They don't know what Roo is either. None of us will find out until the party starts. And then we'll have to wait for everyone to get here. Like a birthday party."

"Lame," Kit slumped in their seat; looking positively ridiculous sitting there in their orange tuxedo sans matching top hat. "I was hoping that it was in the cupcakes."

"Is that why you ate eight?" Bitsy good-humoredly teased.

In reply, Kit shifted in their seat and loudly farted in their sisters' direction. Both girls made faces of disgust and covered their noses from the stench.

"Atticus Harold!" Steve and Bucky reprimanded together while Ollie half-joked, "I know who I'll be blaming my pregnancy gas on."

"Gross," Nevie giggled.

Steve's cheeks flamed as red as a tomato and he shot their guest a worried look. After all, he didn't want the twenty-three year old to think that this was normal behavior – even though it definitely was. Mainly though, Steve was embarrassed for Finn. He was one of the demurer Barnes children, and got embarrassed so much easier than the rest of them.

However, Dani didn't look in the least bit different. Well, that wasn't true. The beta was trying to stop herself from laughing. And that was a relief, especially when she wasn't able to stop it and loudly hiccupped her laughter, causing the rest of the family to join in. Even Finn.

"Well, I guess there's only one thing to say," Bucky grinned. Wrapping his arm around Dani's shoulders, he pulled her in close, "You're stuck with us now!"

"You should've run when you had the chance!" Cori joked, earning more laughter and agreeance from the rest of the family.

[juno-writes]

Helios chapter 1

January POV

“All ready?” me and Finn are sitting in the IT room at the central computer. It's a humongous, expensive screen that radiates gleams in the claustrophobic, dark room.

“Yup,” they respond, rolling their chair away from the screen so I can see. The only words are “start recording?”

“Whenever you're ready.” In order to successfully deliver a ransom, in my opinion, you need to remind the ransom payers of three specific things.

One, “we took this from you haha loser.”

Two, “you need to pay this amount of money to get it back.”

Three, “meet us here.”

All of this can be done in just a short video. I press play.

“Hello citizens of Proxima Centauri b! This is January from the Helios speaking. If you don't know us, we’re the group that organized the little disturbance yesterday at the capital in order to take a little trophy with us from the throne room. You may or may not know who im talking about, does the princess of SipC ring a bell? Hopefully it does. If you want us to return her, meet us at TRAPPIST-1f’s  Dome 3 to discuss a proper ransom. Thank you and have a great day!” The screen shuts off and I lean back in my chair, smiling so wide my face hurts. 

I stand up and thank Finn, leaving the computer room and entering the common room where the princess sits, staring at the ceiling. Her blonde hair has straightened over the past couple of hours and her dress has been cut. Probably by Crystal I walk over and the second she notices me she turns away.

“Sooooo did you get your beauty rest?” No response. “Oops! I almost forgot about the muffle,” I walk over and tug it from her mouth so that it hangs loosely around her neck. 

“So?”

“To start, this chair is exceedingly uncomfortable,”

“Sorry to hear that, will that be one star off your review?”

“Can you just stop talking to me? I know you haven’t been torturing me physically, but just talking to me is enough to fill that absence”

“Glad to hear that, I was trying to think of something less barbaric than the iron maiden after all,” she groans in response. She glares at me for a couple seconds and then looks in the opposite direction. Instead of pushing it, I decided to just check up on how the landing is going.

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The cold desert of TRAPPIST-1 f stretches out beyond the windows of the main lobby. Our ship sits near the edge of a cliff leading down to a gigantic river which connects to every other body of water on the planet. Because of the tidal lock, the sky is stained with an orange glow and the thin smell of twilight.

“Everyone ready? We landed about 5 miles away from The Domes so we’ll go by ebike,” Stick says while putting on his brown jacket. We load up our blasters, set up our bikes (mine is red!!!), and ride off toward the domes. Me and the princess ride together and to my disappointment, she doesn’t have her muffle on.

“Well this is just great, I'm getting dust in my eyes and I don’t trust you enough to not crash into something. And of course helmets were just too expensive! With the ransom they’re going to give you, you would think that you can afford something as necessary as helmets! How do you think SipC would feel if the princess was dead before they even got to arrange a ransom price!”

“Please stop talking. I thought I was the one holding you hostage, now it feels like I'm at gunpoint in my own vehicle,” I sigh. I didn’t think she was the chatty type.

“Good, I'm glad to hear this is working then. So then, if you would just leave me right here then it would all end”

“Tempting but no thanks; I didn’t travel 14 parsecs to TRAPPIST-1f just for me to drop you off in the middle of the desert,” I say. Of course, this doesn’t stop her from complaining about every little thing, but eventually I block it out by noticing the beauty of the landscape. In the distance is Afterglow City, or most commonly referred to just as Afterglow. The city itself is on the far north east of the only inhabitable island on TRAPPIST-1f. Because of the planet’s dust storms, its citizens live in one of three giant domes. 

The first dome is regarded as the main city and a number one tourist destination for TRAPPIST-1 visitors: Dome 1. It has giant skyscrapers and a booming population. Dome 1 has everything you would expect in a giant city, high crime, expensive houses, meaningless landmarks. The second dome is the suburban section of Afterglow. It is home to those who can’t afford housing in Dome 1 but still have work and school there. While these two domes are well taken care of by the government the third dome is pretty much forgotten about. It is the smallest dome and the first created. Due to its out of date technology, the dome itself is susceptible to dust storms. It is famous for its overgrowth of alien plants because of a malfunction in the dome that causes exceeded humidity, moisture, and rain.

When the group and I arrive at Dome 3, we split up into groups. Me and the princess park at the South entrance of the dome.

“Lets go Princess,”

“I'm not going with you just to be-” I pull out my blaster.

“I literally have no time for this, let's go,” that shuts her up real quick. She keeps up herpissed off facade as she hops out of the ebike with her hands up.

“Keep moving inside the dome,” I say, tapping the mouth of the blaster against her head lightly. We enter with no guards disturbing us and eyes glued to us. As we walk through the streets of Dome 3, the residents stop mid step to stare at us, looking in horror and keeping their distance, trying not to end up like her.

We make it to the town square without any issues. The roof of the dome towers above us, long vines reaching down as if to grab onto us. I stand near a fountain, looking around for any sign of police or SipC representatives but nothing. Suddenly, a large hologram appears to my left. Bodyguards stand beside it, blasters in their hands. A giant man appears between them.

“Greetings to the members of Helios, I am the President of SipC, King Zephyr,” the hologram in the shape of the king’s states, a smug smile on its face. Everyone around us bows. I whisper to the princess to not move. “We are here today to discuss negotiations regarding the release of SipC’s princess from her captives. The board has talked on this topic and agreed on a hard but necessary decision,” I take a step back, feeling the guards closing in from a distance. I turn my head around rapidly to look around. Something is happening but I don’t know what…

“We have decided the best course of action is to save our ransom money for the stolen Crown Prince. Because of the riots in our newly colonized planets, we are unable to afford such unnecessary, pricey endeavors. In short, we don’t need her.”

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