#finn really felt like the perfect one to do here

[unfortunate-arrow]

@drinkyoursoupbitch’s Saturday Moodboard Challenge: Finn MacKade

[madhatterbri]

I Had Some Help | D.P.

Summary: Y/N wakes up next to Damian Priest and he reminds her he isn't the only one that helped get them in bed.

Author's Note: I love song fic requests because there are so many ways a person can interpret the song. ❤️

Requested by: @new-zealand-chic

Taglist: @theworldofotps @mrsarcherofinfamy @smallestsnarkestgirl @brideofinfamy @magicalbuttertarts

"Oh, no, no, no, princesa. I had some help," Damian told the woman in his bed. She had a sheet covering her body as if he hadn't seen all of it the night before. Y/N opened her mouth yet closed it. She didn't remember what exactly happened last night. Embarrassed, she asked him to remind her. A smile popped in his mind as he reminisced.

They were the last two at the hotel bar. He was celebrating another victory against his former best friend, Finn Balor. Damian could see the girl from across the bar. She giggled and waved at him. He smiled politely and waved back. The Archer of Infamy didn't think anything else of the matter until she sat next to him.

He struck up friendly conversations with her. Mostly because he was in a good mood and the adult beverages were kicking in. Also, she was pretty cute. They started to flirt with each other. One thing led to another, and they kissed.

They continued with physical intimacy. Hands and lips rarely left the other. She was fun to be around. The liquor really loosened Y/N up, and she ended up having the same sense of humor as her. They lost track of time, and the bartender informed them the bar was closed.

"I think I should help you to you room," Damian chuckled when they walked into the elevator. They both reached to pick the same number.

"Looks like you can," she giggled. Their lips locked again. Damian couldn't quite remember the parts from the elevator to the room. He only remembered when they made it to his room.

"I was thinking we could both stay here to help with our hangovers," he whispered and wrapped his arms around her waist. Y/N remained in place, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He kissed the side of her neck. She sighed and moved her head to the side.

His fingers laced hers as he led Y/N to his bed. She sat on his bed. He kissed her lips. "So perfect,"

She blushed.

"You are cute when you blush,” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. His lips were taunting as they moved down to graze the column of her throat. She felt the sharpness of his teeth slide over her skin, and the breath she didn’t know she was holding exhaled in a long, needy moan.

Her eyes rolled when his calloused palms slid beneath her dress, straight to her inner thighs, spreading her legs apart for him. Y/N grabbed his shirt and pulled him in, crashing her lips with his to give him the answer.

He hastily pulled her dress up to bunch around her waist. He seemed to lack patience, and she didn’t attest. Y/N worked on his belt, hands fumbling to get it undone, and he looked down at the struggle with an amused smirk before he stepped back to do it himself.

“Eager?” He smirks. She pulled him back and worked on the buttons of his shirt, but her fingers halted, and her mind spiraled into a blurred haze when she felt him push into her, bottoming out in one swift motion. Grabbing onto his shoulders, she looked up and found that infamous smirk dripping in arrogance.

“Now who’s eager?” Y/N quirked a brow. All she received was a twitch of the corner of Damian's mouth before he wrapped his hands beneath her thighs and hiked them up, holding them firmly at his sides. His hips snapped, the force unforgiving.

With every thrust, the bed hit the wall, the bangs echoing throughout the bedroom. Y/N's head fell back as he rocked into you, two buttons of his shirt letting a sliver of tanned skin and pieces of his tattoos peeking through. He drew his lip beneath his teeth as he picked up the pace. Sweat beads formed at his temple, sliding down to his jaw as he stared directly into Y/N's eyes, unable to look away when she was taking him so well.

“Taking me so well,” he breathily rasped as he kissed her. Her mouth opened, but no words flew past them. Her mind scrambled, and her body set ablaze. It’s a wonder she could even keep her eyes on him.

“You feel so good," she breathlessly moaned, cupping his jaw and swiping her thumb over his bottom lip before she leaned forward and pressed hers to him. He picked up the pace, his thrusts gaining momentum, so much so that Y/N couldn’t hold the kiss. He smirked against her lips and leaned back up, grabbing her leg and hiking her ankle up to his shoulder. He placed a kiss on her inner calf before he leaned forward again, his lips latching to your neck.

Y/N's knee brushed her cheek as he rocked into her. The new angle made her feel him so much deeper that she couldn’t contain the incomprehensible sounds spewing from her lips. She arched her hips to match his thrusts. She clenched around him every time he pulled back, just to draw him right back in.

“Do that again.” He grunted against her neck. She kept arching her hips, lifting them off the bed every time he thrust back into her.

“Shit, just like that - right there.” His deep voice slightly trembled. He was losing his composure, and she knew it. She clenched him as tight as she could just to hear the curses he let out against her shoulder.

“I’m so close,” she managed to break out, her hips ferociously raising to chase after that high that was so close she could taste it. He wordlessly brought a hand down between their slick bodies and started working his thumb on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Y/N's eyes rolled back, his name flew past her lips, and hers rolled off his tongue twice. Her body jolted with the last three thrusts before she felt herself succumb completely. She held onto him for dear life as he rocked her through the high, slowing the thrusts significantly to make sure she rode it out as long as she could. He pulled back up and locked his lips with hers just as his high took hold.

His hips stuttered, then stilled, and she took every last bit he had to offer. Two more breathy kisses, and he pulled back, a lazy smirk and droopy eyes to match on his face. He looked at her with adoration.

“I guess you did have a little help," she whispered sheepishly. Y/N slid out of the bed to gather her clothes.

"You don't have to just leave. I'd like to get to know you. Want to do brunch?"

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Thirty-One | Where It All Started…

“Are you gonna answer that?” Dom’s husky voice was wrapped in a breathless moan when I stopped swaying my hips altogether.

I looked up at Dom with tears in my eyes. “I can’t do this. I want to, I do, but I can’t. Maybe too much has happened or maybe I’m not ready to say goodbye like this. We both messed up so much.”

“Are you serious? We’ve done this thousands of times. You know we are end game. You can pretend to move on, fuck as many people as you need to but I’m the one picking of the pieces.”

I grabbed my phone and slipped off Dom carefully, picking up my robe I wrapped it around me and went down stairs. Far away from temptation.

“Finn? How’s your flight?” I picked up on the millionth ring.

Finn: You’re alive! My flight got cancelled. Apparently there’s a storm in London. Mind if I crash? Beats a hotel room.

Me: Yeah, come over. Dom is here though… just a heads up.

Finn: He bothering you?

Dom was standing at the top of the stairs listening with his joggers hanging low on his hips when he shouted. “Bothering her? How can I bother her, Finn, when she’s mine? This is my house.”

Turning it off speaker phone I agreed to see Finn in about two hours before I hung up. Slamming my phone down I glared at him. “You don’t get to sabotage every relationship I have. We need to move on, your words.”

“Pick a fucking stranger. Pick someone I don’t work with.”

“You weren’t the only one who fell in love with wrestling. I was there for matches, training, press, live shows, signings, paper views - I love it all too. My only friends are in WWE. You don’t get to force me to love you and everything your life is just to claim I don’t deserve even table scraps.” I headed for the theater, where I lived, and slammed the door.

Dom wasn’t going to make me invisible just so he felt better about us ending. He wasn’t going to force me to give up parts of my life so he felt better. I was just as much WWE as he was.

Finn arrived hours later with delays and I had even noticed Dom’s truck was absent from the driveway. “He really fled when he heard I was coming?”

I shrugged, leading him further into the house, where I was pouring two drinks. “Are you still medicating?”

Sipping my whiskey sour I rolled my eyes. “Don’t make me regret saying you could stay. I lost a baby and the person I loved. You’d be fucked up too.”

Finn’s arms wrapped around me tightly without saying anything.

D O M ‘ S P O V

I convinced Liv to stay in San Diego only so I could keep tabs on Finn staying at my house. It was selfish and stupid but I couldn’t help it.

I still had access to all the cameras from my phone. Something I had installed to make sure she stayed safe while I was away. I saw exactly when he arrived but I didn’t want to rush in. I was waiting for the perfect time to catch them.

Finn was a mentor to me. Hell, a friend. A married friend who was leading her on.

I thought fucking her in front of him was going to stop him from wanting her but it didn’t.

Liv was pawing at me from by my side, her mouth on my ear and her tits pressed against me. “What are you watching?”

Locking my phone I shrugged her off. “Nothing, ring door bell went off.”

“Are you using me to make her jealous?” The desperation in her voice wanted me to say no.

“We broke up. It’s just not that simple when we own property, just lost a baby, finding out she had an aboration at seventeen with our first baby, and now is fucking Finn.” I looked at her like she shouldn’t have asked.

Her hand smoothed down me and cupped my crotch. “I could give you a baby…”

“You’re champ and we have mania next month in Vegas. I don’t want you to give me a kid, I want you on your knees giving me head.”

I didn’t actually but if her mouth was preoccupied we wouldn’t have to talk. Small talk, I hated it.

Watching Liv get on her knees between my open legs I contemplated the mess my life was right now. In shambles actually. Nothing was how it should be, fate kept getting in our way. We fought every feeling, fought everyone who doubted us, fought the realities of adulthood, fought to make it work and now we lost.

I wasn’t paying attention to Liv at all when my phone rang in my hand and I answered it with my eyes closed. As soon as I heard nothing on the other end my heart dropped.

“What happened?” I stood up, brushing her off and was turned off entirely when I put myself back together.

“It’s me… Finn. You should get here. I knew it was bad but not this bad.” His voice was paralyzed, void of emotion and the knot in my stomach grew.

“What the fuck happened, Finn?” I grabbed my keys and fled out the doors before Liv could even ask why.

When I got to our street I saw the ambulance in our driveway and the void in my chest where my heart was suppose to be ached. Barely parking I got out and b-lined it to my front door when I saw her on the couch, fragile and broken.

Suddenly, I didn’t see her as this strong badass putting me in my place and making me forever chase her but someone I put through hell and survived.

Scanning the room I locked eyes with Finn who had tears in his eyes like she was something he almost lost instead of me. Rushing him, I grabbed his shirt and balled my fists up in the material, yanking him towards me. “What the fuck did you do?”

He shouted in my face, “Nothing! I knew she was medicating but I didn’t know it was this bad. We were just making out and she started hyperventilating.”

My firsts balled up tighter at his words. Making out.

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

“She doesn’t want me to leave. I’m staying until she tells me to leave.” I glared at him, watching him untangle himself and go kneel next to her.

Pacing my living room, I periodically looked at her trying to compose herself with the EMT. “She just lost a baby. The doctor prescribed those.”

The EMT excused herself, standing up, “Who should I speak with? If we could privately.”

“Finn, sit the fuck down. You don’t know her like I do. Let’s go to the back, straight ahead.” I followed her lead to the further room, a library or a study that she left empty still. “How bad is it?”

“She didn’t overdose but is she is abusing the pain medication. I don’t think she needs an intervention, this was embarrassing enough probably but she does need to be monitored. No more pills and drinking, that’s a lethal combo.”

“Thanks doc,” was all I offered when I let her exit before I threw the painters ladder down to the floor with a crash. I was angry, I wanted to break Finn, I wanted to lock her up so no one else could have her.

The EMT team left and the house was quiet when I waited for them to explain what happened. “Not one person wants to tell me what happened?”

Finn spoke, “I already told you. We were drinking, she was taking pills too, we started to make out and she started to panic.”

I took my phone out, picking the right camera and rewinding back an hour see her straddling Finn on our couch. His hands were all over her body, squeezing her tits and his teeth teasing her nipples through that robe.

Her hips started to ride him when she let the robe fall off her shoulders. I could finally see her ass in that thong she must have slipped on after I left.

My name was visible even to the camera. The only one who didn’t see it was Finn.

Walking away to the kitchen to grab a beer, softening this blow however I could, I kept watching.

“I wanna be with you. I wanna leave her.” I heard Finn’s voice come through the video.

Winner winner, chicken dinner. When her mistakes become too real is when she panics. Every. Single. Time. Finn wouldn’t know that because he didn’t grew up watching it happen.

I wasn’t here to save her the way she always banked on. This time she had to deal with her own mistakes.

Their mouths kept colliding, I could see their tongues wrestling when she whispered back. “Slow down. We just broke a few months ago. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

She rejected him.

My eyes were glued to the screen when I watched his hands pin her wrists together behind her back. “I cancelled my flight to be with you instead. We talk more than I do to my wife. I want you all the time. All those FaceTime calls late at night, I know you’re touching yourself. I was too baby.”

All she said was, “I’m sorry. I’m not ready.”

That was all it took for him to snap, he pushed her down on the couch and yanked her panties down her legs. “Dom has fucked you over so many times and yet you’re loyal to him. Forcing me to watch you fuck him, being half naked around me, getting drunk and horny. You don’t have to want a relationship, baby, but I deserve this pussy.”

My chest raged and heart dropped to my stomach again. He was prepared to take what he wanted if her body hadn’t failed from all the pills and booze.

“Finn. Get the fuck out of my house before I kill you.” I shouted, something I didn’t often do. Rounding the large kitchen island I grabbed his shirt, holding him still and tossed my phone in her scared lap. “You were going to rape her? In my house? I broke Randy’s leg for less.”

“Least he got to fuck the tease.”

“What the fuck did you say to me?” I nearly tackled him to the floor and my fist drove into the center of his face with ease. He got one off but I was tapped into adrenaline instead of pain. Another few punches in I looked up at her and simply said, “Get him an Uber before I forget how to control myself.”

She looked back at me, her wild eyes still full of fear, when she realized I had cameras all over the house. Even if I was absent, I really wasn’t.

Holding the phone up she asked me, “What is this? Cameras? What the fuck, Dom?”

Kneeling into my one knee I kept him on the floor below me trying to juggle my anger and keeping my voice calm for her. “Security. I’m not home a lot.”

Standing up she tossed my phone on the couch. “So you spy on me? We aren’t even together anymore. I can’t believe you. Is that why you’re even here now?”

Standing up, I kicked Finn lightly and told him to get out before I pressed charges. Following her up the stairs I watched her push the bedroom door open, searching for the cameras she couldn’t see. “Are they in here too, Dom? Are you watching me in bed? Watching me walk around naked?”

“It’s not like that. He called me and told me to get here so I did. I had no idea what I was walking into. I had those installed before we even moved in so I could keep you fucking safe when I’m not home. Abusing those pills is over.” I snatched the bottles off the bedside table and snapped the covers off before I let them hit the toilet water.

Rushing over to me she tried to stop me but I towered over her and there was no way she was going to push me an inch on my training schedule. “What the fuck, Dom. I need those!”

Tossing the bottles in the trash I pivoted and held her wrists from slapping me the way I knew she wanted to. “Pack a bag. EMT said you aren’t being left alone and we fly out in two days.”

“I hate you,” her voice shook and she fought for her wrists back. Bracing for the slap of a lifetime she surprisingly didn’t deliver. Pulling her into my chest I held her while she broke, sobbing into my shirt and whispering how much she hated me.

Hated me for seeing all the lows. Hated me for seeing her weak, for not giving up, for loving her anyways.

[gittessimsadventuresog]

"I can't believe it, it really is you, you're real this time..."

Finally, it's here!

My YOU poseset, containing 24 poses and 9 duo's of MLM couple poses

This is made for my own sorta-legacy sorta-hardcore story, specifically my current heir/main character's love arc* (see bottom of post). Having a very specific idea in mind of how they refind their soulmate, I started playing with the idea of learning to make poses again. "sitting at bar 1" is the very first pose I made in 10 years!

I already made some posesets in my early teens which are still available on Modthesims, but wanting my Florian (they/them pronouns) to have the perfect story motivated me to get into it again.

As these poses are made for very specific scenes, it speaks for itself that the precise moves and expressions are equally specific. But, as the world really needs more LGBTQA+ poses, I decided to put it up for download publicly anyway. I am sure you can do more with them than how I used them.

Without further ado, the poses ~

At the bar

a_YOU-sittingatbar1 - head resting on one hand, other arm on bar, sad expression

a_YOU-sittingatbar2 - head resting on two hands, sad expression

a_YOU-sittingatbar3 - looking up in surprise with hands near mouth, shocked/disbelieving expression

a_YOU-meetingatbar1 - A, Still shocked/disbelieving, standing up, touching B

a_YOU-meetingatbar2 - B, sitting on BAR, smiling teary-eyed at A while stroking their hair/cheek

This pose also has an alternative version, for sitting on a counter for some reason:

a_YOU-meetingatbar2v2 - B, sitting on COUNTER, smiling teary-eyed at A while stroking hair/cheek

(The story here is that the moment purple-dressed guy Finn realizes Florian won't put him on literal fire, he just kinda jumps over the bar to get to them asap. It's a long story)

a_YOU-meetingatbar3 - A, stroking B's cheek and holding B's hand, smiling teary eyed

a_YOU-meetingatbar4 - B, leaning against bar/counter, holding A's waist, holding hand

At home

(The couch poses are specifically made for the basegame couch pictured. I on purpose picked out a versatile couch. But the poses will only work for couches with similar arm & backrest heights)

a_YOU-athome1 - A, Hand on hip, looking at B with teasing expression

a_YOU-athome2 - B, left arm gesturing around, welcoming A

a_YOU-athome3 - B, sitting on couch with arm resting on backrest, other hand on knee. Gesticulating.

a_YOU-athome4 - A, sitting against couch, one leg tucked, staring lovingly at B

a_YOU-athome5 - B, sitting on couch, gesticulating but stopped mid-sentence

a_YOU-athome6 - A, sitting on couch, creeping nearer towards B; staring lovingly while stroking B's cheek

Forking finally

a_YOU-athome7 - B, sitting on couch kissing A

a_YOU-athome8 - A, sitting on couch kissing B

(Finn felt guilty about not trying harder to reconnect with Florian and was like "maybe we shouldn't do this")

a_YOU-athome9 - B, leaning over A while holding their waist, arm resting on backrest couch; hesitating to proceed.

a_YOU-athome10 - A, laying on couch, looking slightly confused but lovingly at B while holding their face and butt.

a_YOU-athome11 - B, same as #9 but kissing

a_YOU-athome12 - A, same as #10 but kissing

Next morning, Florian wanted more :P

a_YOU-athome13 - B, hands in sink (basegame cheap pedestal sink), looking slightly sideways at A

a_YOU-athome14 - A, holding B from behind; left hand on chest and right hand near private region

a_YOU-athome15 - B, turning head to A, right hand near private region & left hand holding A's head, kissing A

a_YOU-athome16 - A, turning towards B, kissing B

Feel free to tag me when you use them :)

Download poselist compatible(SLS) / Mediafire

Download non-poselist compatible (SLS) / Mediafire

(Big size because it contains pictures)

Story background (spoilers, duh)

Florian and Finn (Born Yìchén, but uses Finn since moving to the West) met each other on holiday to Isla Paradiso when they were 14. Florian has two moms and grew up very progressive, while Finn's parents pretty much laid out a "you will study business, take over the company and marry a pretty healthy son bearing girl" future laid ahead of him, on top of his mother being quite homophobic no matter what. The two hit it off immediately (chapter 3) - Finn initially being fascinated by Florian's supernatural heritage - and fall in love quickly. But Finn needs to leave in a few days. Right as they're exchanging contact info, Florian does not even know how to spell Finn's original name, Finn's mom starts arguing with him and quite literally pulls them apart; the next morning, Finn is gone, unable to leave a note behind even. His mom wanted to leave asap because of the "bad influence her son gets". Florian is absolutely heartbroken (chapter 4), but as there's no way for them to find Finn - not knowing his full name, they have different social media where he lives etc - ultimately gives up. But Florian never forgets Finn: they never stopped loving each other, being harshly pulled apart the way they were but are kept apart for 14 years due to misunderstandings and circumstances. Florian's life becomes a bit of a mess due to a variety of reasons, their mental health takes a big hit and on top of it, they start hallucinating Finn for a reason that is yet to be revealed. Florian goes on holiday for their mental health. They first go to Shang Simla where they uncover the secrets of Sim Fu, and then decides to travel on to Isla Paradiso, hoping that seeing the place of the plumbobforsaken holiday again will put a permanent stop to the hallucinations. They go out, visit a bar, are confused because the bartender hides himself for them, the bartender pretty much begs them to say what's on their mind while still crouching on the ground hiding behind a corner, seemingly decides it's safe to reveal himself, and guess who's the bartender, in that same place as where they met each other half a lifetime ago... (chapter 19 - 20)

@kpccfinds @simfluencer-network

[mack-devereaux]

King Sized Bed

Sebastian Aho

Authors note! This is a work of fiction and of my imagination. This is in no way based on true events or how I think these people would act in real life. If you don’t like the fic please scroll on, if you do like it please reblog or give a ❤️! Much love to all of you!

Pictures are from Pinterest so credit to who ever took them.

Triggers: Cursing, drinking. Suggested adult activities but no actual smut. I think that’s it.

Enjoy!

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You’d always enjoyed sports. Hockey especially, so when you and your best friend moved to Raleigh North Carolina for school it was just a perk that you could attend the occasional hockey game. That was until your best friend had caught the eye of a certain Finnish player. Teuvo Teräväinen. They’d met at a bar after a big playoff win, she looked so happy, and you loved that. A few months into them dating it was almost required for her to be at every game during the new season, not that you were complaining. You loved spending time with her and of course seeing hot nhl players was a huge perk to your shenanigans, but as always the world had a funny way of bringing certain people together and wherever one Finn went, there was another close by. Which was how your little crush on Sebastian Aho developed.

When your best friend got her ticket for the game from Teuvo, yours came shortly after. Always seated together. Always close to the home bench. Always close to the ice. You thought it was just Teuvo telling Sebastian he didn’t want his girlfriend being alone at the games and that your ticket was being forced from the forward, but truthfully Sebastian was actually extremely excited that he could give his ticket to someone. Especially you. He thought it was perfect. Teuvo being his best friend and dating your best friend. It all made sense, but he was a man who didn’t express his emotions very often, so he left it alone. Just dropping hints with the free tickets and invites to all the parties as his ‘plus one’ or more so Teuvos ‘extra plus one’. He found your obliviousness endearing. No matter how obvious he was with his flirting or comments about how happy he was to see you, you never caught on to the genuine feelings and truth behind his actions. Or if you did you just brushed it off, although he saw right through your nerves and shyness.

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Waiting down in the tunnels by the locker rooms at the end of the games were always your least favorite. You didn’t belong there, no matter how hard your best friend tried to get you to feel comfortable you just weren’t. All the girlfriends and wives were gorgeous and dressed to the nines. Most of the time you just wore jeans or leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. Then of course there were the puck bunnies, leaving very little to the imagination. Not that you were one to judge, you always said ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it’. You knew you had a nice body, you just preferred not to show it off around the wags and at games. You tried to ignore the stares from the wags and groupies, but soon all you could hear was the girls trying to get the attention of some of the players. Teuvo came over grabbing your best friend and whisking her away, you laughed because you knew he hated the extra attention after they left the locker room. You soon felt a hand on your back, turning to see the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen, of course belonging to the man who had your feelings all over the place.

“Hey Sebastian, good game out there. You guys played great” and you meant it. He was on fire, and everyone knew it.

“Thank you for coming to watch, means a lot” he said without breaking eye contact.

He looked up at his friends and noticed they had all headed towards the parking lot.

“Did you drive here? I can take you home if not” Sebastian said “I think your ride is leaving.”

“We grabbed an Uber, I didn’t really think of having a plan to drive home” you laughed, slightly embarrassed by the lack of planning on your end.

“No worries, I’m glad to drive you” he grabbed your hand and led you towards the parking lot.

The ride to your apartment was too short. His hand immediately finding a spot on your thigh, and your hand immediately finding the top of his. You guys found your hands constantly touching each other when no one else was around. He had asked about your schooling and how everything was going with your last year. You asked him about the upcoming games. It was all very domestic and you couldn’t help but think what everyday life would be like with him. As he pulled up to your apartment neither of you moved. How comfortable you were around him spoke volumes. You had never really felt this comfortable around anyone besides your best friend. Looking down at your hands you started playing with his fingers . “Thank you for driving me home Sebastian” you smiled at him.

He smiled back as you opened the door and walked towards your apartment building. As you buzzed yourself in you turned to find him still sitting there watching you. Making sure you made it safe.

Ten minutes later a text came through to your phone.

From Fishy 🐠:

How were your seats for the game this time? Were they ok?

To Fishy 🐠:

They were perfect. Thank you ❤️

From Fishy🐠:

Some of the guys and their girlfriends are coming over tomorrow night. You should come.

To Fishy 🐠:

I’d love to. Goodnight Sebastian 💕

Throwing his phone to the side. He stared at his ceiling. This was his chance. He had spent months trying to find a way to make his move on you. He knew how you felt about him. He’s seen multiple text conversations between Teuvo and his girlfriend and heard multiple phone calls between the two girls, unknowingly to the girl in question of course. She would die of embarrassment had she known what he knew. He had tried to make his feelings clear but somehow you hadn’t caught on to any of his hints. He was just going to have to be more forward the next time he saw you.

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You and your best friend were getting ready for the party at Sebastian’s house. They had a great month as far as games went and the guys wanted to celebrate. It wasn’t uncommon for you and your best friend to get ready together on FaceTime. Normally she would come over to get ready with you but she had stayed with Teuvo the previous night. You technically still lived together but you couldn’t blame her for wanting to stay with her hot nhl boyfriend overnight. In fact you were positive you’d do the same thing if you had a hot nhl boyfriend. Suddenly a teasing voice came over the phone breaking you out of your thoughts.

“So you do realize you actually have to talk to Fishy tonight right? Especially since he’s the one that invited you” Teuvo teased you.

“Oh my God Teuvo stop. She’s already nervous” your best friend said.

“I talk to him! And you really shouldn’t be going through our text conversations, there’s classified information in there” You said rolling your eyes and glaring at your phone. Teuvo just rolling his eyes back at you. This was a common conversation between the three of you. “What are you wearing tonight?” You added, deciding to ignore her boyfriend.

“A short tight dress! Maybe you do the same!” Teuvo shouted.

“Ok you’re done, out!” Your best friend said as she was pushing Teuvo out of the bathroom she was getting ready in. “Anyway, I am wearing that cute little navy dress I bought two weeks ago” she said as she went back to curling her hair.

“So a short tight dress” you said laughing.

“Oh wear that cute black strappy one! The one you wore for New Years last year! Oh my gosh Sebastian is gonna die when he sees you in that again” your best friend said.

“Ugh, I remember waking up on his couch the next morning” you groaned.

“Nooooo, you remember the both of you waking up on that couch, and he damn near ripped Seth’s head off when Seth commented how good you looked” your best friend said grinning at you “anyway I think we are gonna leave soon, text me when you head out. Love you!!”

“Love you bye” you threw yourself on your bed and sighed as she hung up the phone. Thinking back to New Years, that happened to be the first night you had spent with him, all innocent of course. You had too much to drink and Sebastian was kind enough to let you crash on his couch, in his arms. Looking at the clock you decided you had wasted enough time. It was now or never, and you were dying to see a certain Finn tonight.

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You wore the dress. Because of course you did. You put your car in park as you looked up at the house, there were a few cars out front but not many. Assuming only a few players with their significant others and all the single guys came over. You checked your makeup in the mirror one last time. Letting out a long breath you grabbed your keys and got out of the car. As you made your way to the front door, slowing your strides, your delusions began to kick in. Wondering what it would be like to come home to this house every night. To have one of the star players come home to you every night. To have him love you in ways no other man ever could. Was this a crush? No, it was much more. It was just now that you realized you were in love with Sebastian.

You walked in to the house and were immediately greeted with the sounds of laughter and chatter from all the people you had grown close to in the last year. You saw him as soon as you walked in, his eyes catching yours and for a moment time stood still. He looked good. His brown eyes softening and a small smile crept on his face. Before you could even take a moment to breathe your best friend and a few of the other girlfriend’s immediately greeted you and you soon felt at ease. What you didn’t see is how Sebastian’s gaze dragged down your body, inappropriate thoughts flooding his mind as he saw what you happened to be wearing, and then smirking at the memory of New Years when you fell asleep in his arms wearing that particular dress. He took a drink as he jumped back in to the conversation between Seth and KK.

As the night went on you slowly drank your glass of wine. Not wanting to drink too much or too fast so you could drive home later. The party had slowly moved to the back yard around the fire pit. As you finished your wine you got up and walked back into the house to put your glass away and to get a drink of water. Sebastian watching you. Teuvo nudged him and Sebastian downed his beer and followed you into the house, it was now or never. Oblivious to what was happening behind you, you noticed some empty food containers and wine bottles on the counter, setting your glass down you decided to tidy up a bit.

“You don’t need to clean y/n” Sebastian said as he opened the fridge to grab another bottle of wine “have another glass of wine and come back outside, let’s just relax and enjoy time with our friends.”

“Umm, I think I’ll just have water, I need to drive home tonight” you said quietly, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.

Sebastian looked behind him making sure no one was eavesdropping. He stepped closer to you.

“You are always welcome to stay here” he said as he grabbed your glass from in front of you. “I’ll move your car into the driveway.” He held his hand out for your keys.

“I don’t want to impose Sebastian, you’ve got a lot going on tonight” you smiled shyly.

“Y/n” the way he said your name was so sensual, eyes staring so intensely at you “at what point are we going to acknowledge what’s happening between us.”

“I don’t know what you mean” you tried avoiding his piercing stare, as he cornered you in the kitchen.

“I’ve got a spare bedroom, and I’ve got a very comfortable couch, as you already know.” Your heart almost stops as he steps closer to you, he puts a hand on your waist as he pours more wine in your glass. Your favorite wine, of course he had that in his fridge, you thought. He knows everything about you.

“Or… I’ve got half of a very comfortable king sized bed that isn’t being used” he sets the wine bottle down, “unless you find yourself on my half of the bed” he smirked, he then sets the water bottle next to the glass of wine he just poured. You realizing he’s making you choose. This decision was more than just water or wine. Water meaning staying friends, and wine meaning more.

“You are more than welcome to any of those three options, but..” he grabs your chin and drags his thump down your bottom lip, tilting your head up to look at him. “The king sized bed is definitely the more..” he paused, “enticing option.” His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes “your choice love.” He walks away and back outside.

You felt hot, the room was all of a sudden so small. Did that actually happen? Did he actually just invite you to his bed? You stared at the bottle of water and then moved your gaze to the wine glass. A million thoughts were running through your head. Looking outside you saw all your friends, how they were with their significant others. You deserved to be happy too. And Sebastian could give you that, you knew you’d be happy with him, and he’d be happy with you. All you’ve ever wanted just right in front of you. Taking a deep breath you grabbed the glass of wine and made your way back outside to your friends. Catching Sebastian’s eye over the fire he smirked, noticing the wine glass in your hand. A silent confirmation as to what was going to happen later that night. You turned into your best friends side and told her about the encounter that happened just a few minutes ago in the kitchen. Her eyes shooting to the Finnish players. A silent conversation happening between her and Teuvo as they made eye contact.

“It’s about time, I’ve been waiting for this to happen for months. You better call me as soon as possible tomorrow morning” she smiled at you.

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You were slightly more relaxed after the second glass of wine, very much coherent and in control of your actions, you had just enough alcohol to take the edge off. The party started to dwindle. Teuvo and your best friend currently saying their goodbyes. As soon as the front door lock clicked into place you immediately felt his gaze on you. His eyes taking every part of your body in, and you doing the same to him. His broad shoulders, his muscular chest. Everything about him was just beautiful. He truly was one of the most attractive men you’ve seen. And he wanted you. He made that very clear earlier.

“Should I set up the spare room for you or are you joining me tonight” he spoke so calm and confident. His gaze so intense.

“I think I’d like to stay with you tonight, if that’s okay” you said quietly but with just as much confidence.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you to say that” he said as he walked towards you. You could practically feel his heart beating just as fast as yours as he pulled you into a kiss, your lips moving together so perfectly. Electricity shooting down your spine. As he pulled away you could only think of what he was like in bed, what you two would feel like together in such intimate moments in his bedroom. What caught you off guard was how relaxed you became as soon as his lips met yours the second time. No more nerves, no more anxiety, you felt at home. Your mind reluctantly went to a moment last year when your best friend had met Teuvo.

*flashback*

Hearing the front door shut you said “so.. how was your night?” You turned to smirk at your best friend.

“He is absolutely incredible y/n. It was the perfect date and the perfect night and he’s just so…” your best friend gushed on and on about her date with a guy she met a few days ago.

“Let me guess, perfect?” You laughed.

“Y/n I wasn’t even nervous around him. That’s how you know you’ve met the right person. There’s no nerves, there’s no anxiousness. Just calm. He’s the one I know it.” Your best friend laid on the couch next to you.

“I’m happy for you, you deserve to be happy” you said genuinely.

“Who would have thought my person was THE Teuvo Teräväinen of the Carolina Hurricanes.”

*present*

Soon it was a flash of teeth clashing and hands grabbing. Clothes disappearing as he lead you to his bedroom. You soon felt your back hit his mattress and good lord he was right. The king bed was definitely the best option of the night. As the rest of your clothes came off the praises began. You had never felt more beautiful than in that moment. In such intimate moments where men often become selfish, Sebastian was the opposite. He spent all night worshiping every single inch of your body, making you feel like the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Putting your pleasure before his, and he definitely satisfied you more than once. As you both came down from your highs your breathing started to slow. Cuddled into his chest and drawing shapes on his stomach with your fingers. In that moment you both realized you were it for each other. He shifted a bit and you looked up towards his face, grabbing your chin and kissing you softly one more time that night.

“In case I wasn’t clear enough, I really want to see where this relationship can go” Sebastian spoke softly.

“I think I’d like that” you whispered.

“Goodnight y/n”.

“Goodnight Sebastian”.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

i’m lucky to have you

pair: Finn Wolfhard x reader

summery: y/n(she/her) is on the chubby side and Finn loves that about her and he wants to touch her and hold her and if at any point she is embarrassed or feels insecure about what she looks like he always reassures her and shows her how much he loves her

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It was a quiet evening, the kind where everything felt just right. You and Finn were curled up on the couch, the dim light of the TV flickering across the room. Finn had his arm around you, fingers tracing lazy circles on your arm. You leaned into him, feeling his warmth and letting out a contented sigh.

“You comfortable?” Finn asked, his voice soft in your ear.

“Mhm,” you murmured, but there was something nagging at you, a tiny voice in the back of your mind.

Finn's hand moved from your arm to your waist, resting there like it belonged. He loved holding you like this, his touch always so gentle, so sure. But tonight, that little voice grew louder.

You shifted slightly, pulling away just a little. Finn noticed right away. He always noticed.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his brows knitting together in concern.

You hesitated, not wanting to ruin the moment, but Finn had a way of seeing right through you. “It’s nothing, really,” you tried to brush it off, but he wasn’t buying it.

“Y/N,” he said, his tone firm but loving. “Talk to me.”

You looked down at your hands, fiddling with the edge of your shirt. “I just… I feel like I’m too much sometimes,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “Like… like I take up too much space.”

Finn’s face softened instantly. He reached out, lifting your chin so you had to look at him. “Too much?” he repeated, almost like he couldn’t believe you’d even think that. “Y/N, you’re perfect. Exactly as you are.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, a mix of embarrassment and gratitude flooding through you. “I don’t know… I just… sometimes I feel like I’m gonna crush you or something.”

Finn’s eyes widened for a moment before he broke into a small, incredulous smile. “Crush me?” he echoed, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Y/N, you could never.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Finn was already moving. Before you knew it, he’d grabbed your waist with both hands and, in one swift motion, pulled you onto his lap.

“Finn, wait, I—” you started, but he just held you tighter, his arms wrapping around you like a protective shield.

“Shhh,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I want you here. Right here. With me.”

You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your back, his breath warm on your neck. He held you so close, so tight, that you couldn’t help but melt into him.

“I love every part of you,” Finn continued, his voice a soft murmur in your ear. “And I mean every part. You’re beautiful, Y/N. And I’m lucky to have you.”

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, but they were the good kind, the kind that came when you were so full of love you didn’t know what else to do with it. You leaned back against him, letting yourself relax, letting yourself believe his words.

“I love you too, Finn,” you whispered, your voice shaky but full of emotion.

Finn smiled against your skin, his arms tightening around you. “Good,” he said, his tone light, teasing even. “Because I’m never letting you go.”

And he didn’t. Finn held you for what felt like forever, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin, his breath steady and reassuring in your ear. All your insecurities, all those little voices, faded away under the warmth of his touch.

[lopsicle]

~Winter Wonderland~

TickleTober Day 12 Mischief:

Characters: Lee! Simon, Ler! Winter King.

Summary: Simon’s been down in the dumps ever since entering the Winter King’s dimension and that just won’t do for WK, who tries everything to cheer him up.

Warnings: Tickle Fic, Simon being self-deprecating

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Simon felt like shit. Physically and mentally. He hadn’t given himself a wink of sleep since…since, when was the last time he had slept? It had to of been before Finn took him out into the woods, how long had it been since then? It was hard to tell when travelling through a horrifying multiverse, even though this new dimension wasn’t scary. It was just…troubling.

This Winter King guy really rubbed Simon the wrong way, and it just made him feel even shittier about himself to have an ounce of bitterness or jealousy towards the man. Yet, how could he not? The Winter King was everything Simon wanted to be; charismatic, helpful, powerful, he even fought off the Crown’s curse by himself! Simon couldn’t resist the Crown for anything, not himself, not Marceline, not even Betty. Betty. Oh, if she could see him now, to see that this is what she…was lost for.

Simon hadn’t moved from the Winter King’s throne, sitting at the foot of it with his rigid back leaning against the piercing cold chair. His borrowed, immaculate clothes kept him safe from the cold just enough so that he wasn’t shiver, but not enough to feel an annoying chill against his back. Fionna was off training, doing something productive while Cake actually managed to enjoy herself here. Simon wanted to join them, but partaking in anything here felt like eating the Forbidden Fruit, like he’d be admitting his flaws. Like he was saying the Winter King was superior.

Which he was, but Simon couldn’t bring himself to say that. Not out loud.

His host seemed to have grown concerned though, he had been observing Fionna duelling valiantly against his ice knights with a proud smile before his gaze lingered over to Simon, and his expression became something similar to a teacher worried about a troubled child. Though he fixed his expression, putting on his usual confident, cheerful face before skating across the ice masterfully over to Simon, standing before the shorter, curled up man.

“Now, Simon, my throne is lovely but surely there’s something more entertaining in this kingdom for you! And if there isn’t, I can make it for you in a jiffy!” The Winter King offered with a white smile, Simon managed to tilt his head up to meet his gaze, offering a polite yet deflated smile.

“Thank you but I…think I’ll be fine here, I’m just tired, it’s been a long few days.” Simon gave his usual excuse, hoping it would deter the Winter King. He underestimated just how perceptive he was; he shook his head at Simon with a gleeful expression.

“Oh, my dear, sweet Simon, did you forgot that we’re the same person at our core? I know that lie, I used it myself when things were rough many-a-times and I know that it won’t get you anyway.” The Winter King took on a more vulnerable tone, tenderly offering Simon his hand with an encouraging, hopeful expression on his face.

Well fuck, he’d look like an asshole if he didn’t go with him now. That and he was kinda right, sulking in the corner about how much he sucks wasn’t gonna fix much. Cautiously, he placed his hand in the Winter King’s who suddenly yanked him up delightfully, his demeanour switching back seamlessly to his excitable self.

“Splendid choice, fellow Petrikov! I have the perfect activity in mind to get you out of that dark corner of your brain you’ve wandered off to!” The Winter King called out as he dragged Simon along behind him, who was letting out petrifying squeals and grunts as the two of them plummeted across the ice, cold air brushing past their ears. Sliding across the ice, the Winter King kept a strong grip on Simon’s hand, keeping him as steady as one could be when plummeting through the snow. He also flipped the two of them in the air a few times, just for the sake of it.

“Shouldn’t we slow down?! We’re heading right for the that edge!” Simon cried out, noticing that the Winter King was sending them to straight to one of the many lavish balconies of his ice castle. The King simply chuckled in response, his glasses shining with pride.

“Oh, yes, yes we are because that’s our destination!” With a frightened yelp from Simon and a joyous squeal from the Winter King, he sent the two of them hurtling from the balcony, before simply outstretching his hand and expertly creating a comfortable ramp of ice for them to slide down, right to the courtyard outside his castle. The Winter King kept his footing as he slid down whereas Simon simply clung onto him for safety, mentally cursing himself for ever agreeing to this. The King’s boots touched the ground with a satisfying crunch, maintaining his balance as he landed on the snowy landscape. Simon skidded against the ground, nearly slipping on his face but the Winter King caught him by wrapping his arm around Simon’s waist, keeping his footing steady.

“Are you trying to get us killed or do you just enjoy throwing me around like a ragdoll?!” Simon furrowed his brown as he panted for breath, resting his hands on his knees, hunching over slightly. The Winter King grinned from ear to ear.

“Yes!” Before Simon had the chance to rightfully give him an agitated earful for his behaviour, he continued speaking in his pompous, fun-loving tone. “That was very necessary for what we’re about to do, Simon, for we are about to engage in an activate that needs you to be on your guard, thinking straight, on top of your game, heart pumping and lungs heaving!” With an amazed expression, the Winter King held his arms over his head in a grand gesture.

“We’re going to have a snowball fight!” Simon stood there for a few moments just processing the information, blinking slowly in disbelief.

“You did all of that just for…a snowball fight?” Simon sighed, not sure why he expected anything different from his new companion.

“Why, of course, everything in the Winter Kingdom needs a little pizazz, it wouldn’t be nearly as fun otherwise! Speaking of,” The Winter King raised his arms through the air as if he was pushing them through water and before the pair of them, a few short walls of ice and snowy cover appeared on opposite sides of the courtyard.

“There we go, now there’s a little more flavour!” The Winter King smiled proudly, Simon was wondering how going up against what was practically an ice elemental in a snowball fight was even fear, but persisted.

“So uh, how do we start this?” Simon asked awkwardly, standing unsure of himself next to the impressive display of the Winter King’s power. Said King turned away from Simon as if he was thinking, but suddenly turned back, rolling a small snowball about within his hands before chucking it at Simon’s waist.

“Like that!” He smiled widely, playfully, Simon politely tried to match his energy with a competitive glare, falling down to his knees and shovelling up some snow. The Winter King retreated to his cover, grinning like a schoolgirl as he sat tucked behind a snow wall, peeking out from around its edge and-

Bam! He was struck square in the face by a snowball, it’s cold remnants dripping down his chin and staining his skin with a vanilla glow.

“Headshots are cheap shots!” The Winter King called out playfully, wiping away his eyes and ducking back behind his cover. The two of them went on with their fight, scrambling to make more snow balls, chucking them at each other, chasing each other around, sliding across the ice, of which Simon slipped many times. Simon took a few hits to his chests and limbs, but he managed to knock the Winter King’s crown clean off of his head at one point, sending the two into a laughing fit.

“I am sohoho sorry!” Simon apologised, keeling over as he offered the Winter King his crown back. The Winter King took it back with hands shaky from laughter and placed it back atop his head, placing one of his hands against Simon’s shoulder for support.

“D-dohohn’t be, that was a superb shot, Simon! But, that doesn’t mean your getting out of this that easily!” The Winter King commented with a sly grin that Simon didn’t have the chance to question the meaning of before he felt his cool fingertips he jabbed into his armpits.

“Ah! H-heheheehy!” Simon squeaked at the abrupt tough, his arms instinctively coiling to his sides. His legs gave out under him and he leaned into the Winter King for support, who wrapped an arm around his waist considerately.

“Don’t “hey” me, Simon, this is a very fair punishment! Crown shots are cheap shots, haven’t you heard?” The Winter King teased him, something that he obviously just made up as an excuse for…this. Why he was doing this was still unknown to Simon…until he remembered something the Winter King said earlier; they were the same person. He must’ve known that Simon would end up enjoying this too; Simon would’ve found it considerate if it wasn’t so, so flustering.

“Pleahahase, thihis is chihihildish!” Simon weakly protested, or at least it sounded like a protest. The Winter King stayed determined, slipping his hands down to Simon’s sides and jabbing his nails into his sides, wriggling them about.

“Simon, sweetie, we were having a snowball fight a few moments ago and you didn’t mean that at all! It doesn’t seem like your minding this all that much either!” The Winter King smirked, feeling no need to be discreet about that little secret. Simon did on the other hand, his cheeks turned a dark shade of red as he gripped onto the hem of the Winter King’s shirt tightly, as if he was begging for him to put those words back into his mouth.

“Dohohon’t be rihihidiculous!” Simon spat out, tilting his face down to hide his glowing cheeks. He didn’t know why he was trying to argue with WK like this, but it arguing an impossible lie felt easier than admitting an embarrassing secret.

“Oh, but I am ridiculous, silly even! That’s why us Petrikovs like this sort of thing; it’s playful and rough and so energetically soothing, don’t you think?” As the Winter King kept going on, Simon could feel that nervous feeling in his chest growing stronger and stronger. The Winter King’s hands began skittering and scribbling around Simon’s torso, his pristine nails digging into the fabric of his suit.

“M-mahahahahahahybe!!” Simon relented, finding it hard to deny such a vibrant, self-assured figure. T hat seemed to please the Winter King though, his fingers eased up on Simon’s waist a little bit, sticking to just tracing against his skin.

“Very good, now would you like this to continue or are you feeling better?” The Winter King murmured considerately, surprising Simon from just how easily softness and vulnerability came to him, simple as spawning ice from his fingertips.

Simple as manifesting your own reality.

“Cahahan’t it be bohohohth?” Simon chose. The Winter King felt Simon’s grip on him loosen slightly.

“Now your thinking right! Of course we can, my dear Petrikov, now let’s see where to start…your ribs, hips maybe?”

Simon blushed, regretting his decision instantly but ultimately, he was enthralled about what was to come.

[strawberrychampayne]

hi guys!! so back in March I got super into The Hunger Games. So much so that I started writing a Finnick fic. I was going to post here but got scared and posted on Wattpad at the time. I wanted to post something that I wrote here! I haven't updated that fic in forever I couldn't watch the movies anymore lol! Anyways let me know what you guys think!!

word count: 1183

this was originally an oc but I changed it just for Tumblr!

Y/N was working with the rope, trying to tie the perfect knot. It was something she struggled with. At home, she would have to triple check the knots she tied so a boat didn't float away. It had happened before.

She was playing with a new knot technique when Finnick came up behind her. His breath fanning across the back of her neck. His arms encasing her as he took hold of her hands.

"Here." He said, grabbing her waist when she jumped. A small laugh left his body. Slowly, he dragged his hands back to the rope. Y/N's face burned.

"I'm sorry, really sorry." He said though no remorse was present on his face. "Let me show you the best knot to know in the arena."

He was leaning his back against the table, looking at her with a glimmer in his eyes she'd never seen before. A feeling she hadn't felt in a while creeping up on her, making her body warm. Her eyes focused on his face.

"Don't look at me, look at the knot." He said, laughing. "Alright, this is the bit where it get complicated."

His hands moved with ease. Moving to tie the knot like he'd done it a million times. Maybe he had.

What he did next caught her off guard. Bringing the knot up she realized he had tied a noose. Pulling it over his head, he tightened it pretending it was choking him.

"Funny." she said, giving him a look.

"Do you want to take me for a walk?" He asked, moving to give her the rope.

Grabbing it she pulled him in. Her lips almost touching his, and finally she saw him crack. A blush was appearing on his face. She had the upper hand. Taking one hand she dragged it down his torso, nails scratching him.

"Maybe some other time, Finn. You know, when nobody else is around?" She said smirking before pulling away. Subconsciously his face tried to follow hers. Almost like a magnet, but she turned away.

"I've got work to do Finnick and so do you." She said, smirking over her shoulder.

"Yeah Y/N." He replied, slightly breathless. His head was a daze as he watched the sway of her hips as she left.

She felt eyes on her as she walked. Maybe it was because they had witnessed that whole thing, or maybe it was because they knew what she was capable of.

Y/N examined the other Victors. Watching to see what they all were talented in and where they lacked some.

Cashmere and Gloss were throwing knives at holograms. Johanna was swinging an axe around like a mad woman. Everyone was doing their own thing.

Y/N had found a spot near the tridents and spears. They had updated the training center a lot. There was now a simulator that allowed for different levels to be tried.

She set it to as high as it could go. She needed a challenge. Walking in with a spear in hand she took her place in the center. The first two came running at her from different sides. Leaning down she allowed one to take the other out and then she stabbed the second in the back.

Another came running from above her. Leaping in the air to land on top of her. She was quicker and launched the spear into the head of the hologram "killing it." Then she ran to grab it.

Two more came, one from above her and one on the same ground as her. She acted quickly as a holographic spear came at her. She dodged it by throwing her head back and then she launched her spear. Not having time to go grab it, she evaded the second holograms punches before grabbing it's head and snapping its neck.

With a few more holograms being taken out she had beaten it. Sweat was collecting on her brow and she knew she'd have to take a long shower after this.

Turning around she noticed a crowd had formed. Katniss and Finnick being the ones in front. She walked out with her head held high and stood next to Finnick, infront of Katniss.

"You should try it Katniss. It's honestly kind of fun." Y/N said, smiling softly at her. She didn't know why she was so soft with the young girl, maybe it's something she saw in her.

Katniss stared at her for a moment. Before walking in. Y/N watched as she set it 2 below what she had chosen. The girl on fire wanted a challenge.

Y/N noted how the girl skillfully took down her first few with her arrows. Her focus was lost however when she heard a whisper next to her.

"Del, I didn't think you could get more attractive then you already were. You proved me wrong, that might have been the sexiest thing I have ever seen." Finnick quietly said to her. The crowd was still around. Prying eyes were watching Katniss as she killed more and more with ease.

Y/N turned towards him slightly, giving him a look. A smile crept its way onto her face and her cheeks heated up. She didn't (couldn't) form a sentence after that. Why was he being so flirty all of a sudden? It was in his nature to flirt with people even those he was friends with but this felt different.

Turning back she saw Katniss beat the final hologram and successfully complete the level. Y/N felt proud of the girl. She knew she could hold her own, people just didn't seem to understand her yet.

As Katniss walked out, Y/N left Finnicks side. Rubbing her hand on his forearm as a way to say goodbye and make her way to the girl.

"That was amazing. You're so skilled." Y/N said.

She had finally gotten a genuine smile out of the girl, "Thank you."

A beat of silence had passed and then Katniss spoke up again. "I saw you volunteer for that young girl. That was really brave."

"Annie is one of my best friends back home. She deserves nothing but good things. It was the least I could do."

"Prim was my sister. If you teach me how to make a fish hook like the ones from your district I could teach you how to hunt." Katniss said throwing the girl another smile.

"Sure, thank you." Y/N began to explain how to make the fish hook. Katniss caught on quickly and learned within 20 minutes. Then they moved on to hunting.

"You want to try with me?" Katniss questioned her.

"I'd rather watch first."

"Okay, I'll go first."

She watched as the girl reentered the simulation. Y/N could pay attention better now. Katniss moved with grace.

Y/N had her second turn, this time with a bow. She wasn't as skilled with this weapon but she ended up beating the level switfly.

Before she and Finnick left the center she thanked Katniss for everything. She could feel a friendship blossoming.

[archiveikemen]

Xeno Main Story: Chapter 11

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A few days after Xeno-san got injured.

Rina: … I’m done with the taping. I’ll go prepare breakfast. 

Xeno: Okay. 

(No one's here, right? This is a good chance…) 

That was how I had been supporting him in his daily life, in order to avoid putting a burden on his ankle. 

Despite that, due to his daily work and vigorous practice sessions, it wasn't possible to avoid worsening the injury. 

(It turns out… participating in the music festival with his ankle in this condition is too reckless after all.) 

(Xeno-san is insistent that it’s not a problem, but will he really be fine?) 

…

… The night before the music festival. 

Everyone wore grim expressions on their faces when they returned from rehearsal. 

Finn: Xeno, what was with your dance just now? You weren't focused at all.

Hugh: … Your tempo was off. 

Jace: There was an overall lack of sharpness in your moves. Maybe it was influenced by the dancing, but your vocals were lacklustre too. 

Xeno: … I won’t deny my mistakes. 

(It’s because he’s injured…) 

Ivy: This is very unlike you. It’s the first time you're making such mistakes. Is there something in mind troubling you?

Sakura: You should take this time to voice out your worries if any. The actual performance is tomorrow, I can’t be rest assured with you in this condition. 

I understood their uneasiness. 

As the centre of exe Creed, Xeno-san’s poor condition will inevitably affect the group as a whole.

Xeno: It’s nothing in particular. I merely lacked concentration. 

Sakura: Xeno… 

Finn: What the heck? Are you treating this performance like some kind of joke? 

Jace: You’re always lecturing us on it, but aren’t you the one who’s unfit to be a professional and lacks drive? 

Hugh: … I prefer the usual Xeno. 

Ivy: Why aren’t you saying anything? … Do you not trust us? 

(That's not…) 

The members’ reproachful words towards Xeno-san felt like stabs to my heart. 

Xeno: … I’ll perform perfectly tomorrow. You all will have no complaints then, right? 

With that, Xeno-san walked out. 

Finn: Tch! What was that attitude!? 

Jace: *sigh* This is annoying. 

Hugh: …

Ivy: I give up. The actual performance is tomorrow, and yet… 

The members looked irritated and disappointed.

(If this goes on, exe Creed will fall apart before the music festival.) 

Xeno-san was working so desperately… I couldn't stand hearing the members misunderstand him. 

(I can’t keep quiet any longer…!) 

Rina: Um… everyone, I have something to say. The truth is…! 

I made up my mind and told them the events that had led up to this. 

I told them everything; from him getting injured while protecting me, to hiding it and continuing with vigorous activities in his life…

Rina: It’s not that Xeno-san doesn’t have motivation, nor does he lack trust in all of you…! 

I desperately explained the situation as much as I could, hoping that he wouldn’t be misunderstood. 

In the end, the response I received was entirely unexpected. 

Finn: We already knew that sort of thing happened. 

Rina: Eh!? 

Hugh: His dancing… is always weird… 

Jace: At first, I was convinced by his poker face that he was fine. 

Jace: But still, whenever we’re together, I’d notice that he wasn’t in a good condition. On top of that, it even looks like it’s getting worse. 

Ivy: You’ve been behaving oddly these days too. I thought the two of you were hiding something from us. 

Rina: So that’s how it is… 

Rina: T-then why did everyone say those things earlier on? 

Ivy: Because Xeno is trying to hide his injury from us.

Jace: Just think of the kind of personality that guy has. If we were to say we’d give him a hand, do you think he’ll obediently accept our help?

Finn: He’ll most definitely reject it. That guy’s extremely stubborn and his pride is sky high. 

Rina: That’s… 

Sakura: As long as he doesn’t say it himself, the members can’t do anything about it. 

Ivy: That’s why we said those nasty things on purpose to force him into telling us what's going on with him. 

Hugh: … Although… it was no use… 

Jace: Yup, that plan was an utter failure. He didn’t even say a single word in response to those insults when this isn’t the time to show off his fortitude. 

Finn: Xeno’s stubbornness is far beyond our expectations. 

Rina: You guys… 

(I never expected that everyone already realised it long ago.) 

(They know Xeno-san better than I thought they did…) 

= Flashback Start =

Xeno: I can’t make a big deal out of this and drag the members down… I’ll follow through with this perfectly. 

= Flashback End =

Despite being meritocratic and strict, Xeno-san did properly take the members’ matters into consideration. 

Neither side communicated their feelings with the other side, which resulted in them not knowing what the other side felt. … That made me so frustrated, I couldn't stand it. 

(This can’t go on. For the sake of Xeno-san and everyone else, I should do whatever I can.) 

Rina: I’ll persuade Xeno-san. 

Jace: You?

Finn: Can you really do it? 

Hugh: Xeno… stubborn… 

Rina: I’ll manage! Absolutely! 

Ivy: … If it’s coming from you, maybe he’ll give a different response. 

Ivy: Got it. We’ll try persuading him again, but could you talk to him before that? 

Rina: Okay! 

With a strong mind, I made my way to where Xeno-san was. 

…

In the training room, he danced so hard as though he were trying to cast something off. 

Rina: Xeno-san. 

Xeno: Kawanaga? Get out, you’re disturbing my practice. 

He threw those cold words at me. If I were my old self, I would definitely feel intimidated. 

(But it’s different now.)

He held a passion and responsibility for his work that exceeded that of ordinary people, and his consideration towards the other members showed that… he had a truly warm heart. 

(I’m not afraid of him anymore because I know all that.)

Rina: No, I'm not leaving. So… you have to discuss it with everyone after all.

I absolutely must convey these feelings to him. … I spoke with my fists tightly clenched. 

Rina: I’m sorry… I told them about your injury. 

Xeno: What?

Rina: But everyone already noticed it before I told them. 

Xeno: !

Xeno-san wore a shocked expression, and I conveyed everyone's words to him. 

Rina: Everyone… they all know very well what kind of person you are, Xeno-san. 

Rina: On top of that, as your team members, they want to support you. 

Xeno: … Those guys? 

Rina: That’s right. You feel the same, don't you, Xeno-san? 

Xeno: What?

Rina: You understand all the other members too and have a strong bond with them, right?

Xeno: What are you talking about… there's no such thing. Those guys are nothing more than my team members. 

Xeno: To me, what matters most is whether they have what it takes to be on the team. That’s all. 

Rina: You acknowledging them as fellow members is proof of your bond. 

Rina: You recognise and understand each of the members’ personalities and skills. 

Rina: That’s exactly why you've been able to coordinate such splendid performances for the team, isn’t it? 

Xeno: !

exe Creed’s concerts brought out the member’s individuality, and yet they harmonise so flawlessly. 

Remaining well coordinated on stage without losing your individuality was extremely difficult to achieve. 

Rina: There’s no way you could have no bond with the members when you’re capable of taking all these factors into consideration before handing it to them. 

Xeno: …

Rina: You’re not alone, Xeno-san. exe Creed is a five member group. 

Rina: Have a proper discussion with everyone… you’ll surely be able to overcome this obstacle. 

Xeno: …

Xeno-san’s eyes wavered, he looked lost. 

I stared straight at him in hopes to grasp what was in his heart. 

Rina: Let’s work together with everyone else, okay? That way, the performance at the music festival will definitely be a success. 

Rina: exe Creed will shine even brighter. 

Rina: You’ll shine as bright as diamonds… no, EVEN BRIGHTER than diamonds! That’s for sure! 

At the same time I finished my words, the door to the training room opened. 

Ivy: We agree with her. 

Xeno: You guys… 

Ivy: Xeno, every one of us knows very well how earnest you are in your work. 

Ivy: We feel proud to be in a team with you. 

Xeno: Ivy…

Finn: You’re arrogant and always nagging at us, but I acknowledge your skills. 

Finn: Your performance on stage isn’t bad either. 

Jace: The part about arrogance is a bit rich coming from Finn, but I pretty much agree with him. 

Jace: I could never think so thoroughly about our performances like you do, and I also honestly think your singing is great. 

Xeno: Finn, Jace… 

Hugh: I like… Xeno’s dancing and singing… too… 

Hugh: I think he’s cool. … I’m happy when I dance with him. 

Xeno: Hugh… 

Sakura: It’s about time you put an end to this stubbornness.

Sakura: Don’t you think that only working as a team can achieve the “flawless performance” you speak of? 

Xeno: Sakura-san… 

Xeno-san’s eyes wavered with a troubled look. 

Xeno: … I never thought you guys would say those things to me. 

Rina: Xeno-san… 

Rina: I beg you. Please believe in them. Things will definitely go well. 

Xeno: … I wonder why, but I feel the same way too. 

Xeno: Until just a moment ago, I wouldn't agree even if I were told such things…

Xeno: …

Xeno-san heaved a deep sigh. The solemn expression on his face from earlier on was no more. 

He faced the members, looking as though he had been freed from the shadows. 

Xeno: … I believe you all have already heard it from her, but I injured my ankle a few days back. As this is unacceptable behaviour from a professional… I’m sorry. 

Xeno: My daily life aside, my injury has caused me to be potentially unable to pull off a flawless performance on stage tomorrow. 

Xeno: Therefore… will you guys help me? Your strength is needed to ensure a successful performance. … Please. 

He bowed his head as he spoke. 

(Xeno-san…) 

Ivy: Of course we will. We’re a team. 

Jace: Xeno asking for a favour is a super rare thing, it’d be a waste not to go along with it. 

Finn: Just who do you think I am? How could I possibly be unable to cover up such a minor issue? 

Hugh: … Change the choreography? I can do it. 

(You guys…!) 

The members looked really dependable as they responded to Xeno-san’s words with smiles. 

Xeno: You guys…

Xeno-san was at a loss for words, seemingly feeling somewhat moved by their response. 

Seeing everyone’s reactions, Sakura-san grinned and clapped his hands. 

Sakura: Alright. Now that it's been decided, let’s have a meeting! Let's overcome this pinch together. 

…

We wasted no time in starting the discussion.

Finn: How shall we change the choreography? 

Ivy: What about minimising Xeno’s dance moves? 

Hugh: Can’t… it’ll look too obvious and uncool… 

How can we make it look natural without compromising the quality of the choreography… while at the same time avoid putting a burden on Xeno-san? 

Amidst the exchanging of various opinions, I came up with an idea too. 

(As an outsider, I probably shouldn't butt in. But…) 

I gathered my resolve and voiced my opinion. 

Rina: Um… instead of only changing one part to cover up, how about making a whole new choreography instead?

Rina: One where Xeno-san doesn’t have many dance parts, but makes up for it by being the main vocalist. 

Rina: We’ll change the dance parts for the other members too and turn it into a special performance just for tomorrow, making it a talking point. 

Normally, my suggestion would sound absurd and out of place.

(But Xeno-san’s singing has a powerful presence that can overcome any feelings of discomfort.) 

(Even if we were to come up with an entirely new staging and choreography starting from now, they should be able to handle it.) 

Rina: Because it’s exe Creed, I believe you can do the impossible! 

The moment I said that… 

Sakura: Isn’t that great? Sounds interesting to me. 

Sakura-san nodded. As for the others…

Xeno: … Not bad. 

Ivy: I think it’s a good idea too. 

Hugh: Interesting…! 

Jace: A special performance, huh. It’s acceptable, I guess. 

Finn: That means I can be free to dance however I want! 

Everyone agreed with smiles on their faces. 

Xeno: Then it’s decided. Let’s get brainstorming right away.

With Xeno-san’s words as the signal, the members got into action. 

(The performance will definitely be a success. Because everyone’s working together…!) 

[wary-taru]

Wake up call:

Based off a vine! And amazingly written below by my friend @voltsparrow ! Enjoy! :)

Finn was carefully sneaking around the Condor with Junko trailing somewhat less quietly behind him. It was the first couple of hours after sunrise. Normally everyone would be awake by now. Except, Finn had turned the ship’s morning alarm off. He had woken up way too early and instead of getting to work early as well…he had a great idea for a prank. So he woke up Junko, asked him to turn to help him deactivate the alarm, and got a camera. Finn had convinced Junko that it would be a hilarious idea to record the rest of the team when they get their ‘Wake up Call’. 

Which was just Finn yelling Wake up SleepyHead! At the top of his lungs right next to their face. And first up on the list was their newest member, Master Cyclonis. Or just Cy, if you were Piper. For him and everyone else she demanded they use her full name and title ‘or else’. 

Whatever that means. Finn rolled his eyes at the memory of the last time she corrected him. She likes to act like she isn’t just another squad-mate. I mean, SHE joined US. It’s not like we’re her subjects! So he had devised a little prank to welcome her aboard properly. In his mind, it would help her ‘Chill out’. 

The boys had just reached the door to Cyclonis’ new room. It was the spare they had wanted to give to Starling but well…Cy beat her to it. Finn crouched down and looked at Junko before whispering, “Turn on the Camera, This is gonna be sick!” He carefully opened the door to the former empress’ room. Thankfully it didn’t squeak too much. 

Finn rolled inside and then he army crawled towards the bed. He could see Cyclonis’ raven locks hanging over the side of the bed. She had really grown out her hair since she joined them. She was facing the other way so he had the perfect setup. He winked at Junko and began.

“Chi-Ka Chow.” Finn gave Junko (and the camera) his famous catchphrase and finger gun combo before turning back to Cyclonis and hollering, “WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!“

The poor mage stirred from her slumber, cupping her face in her hands and groaning out, “Ugh, what’s going on?” As she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. 

But Finn was shocked when his sister suddenly appeared from the other side of the bed! The covers sliding off of her showing her arm wrapped around Cyclonis’ waist. “What the heck, Finn?” Her hair was a frazzled mess and confused look on her face. 

OH MY G- His thoughts were interrupted when he saw the look of confusion change to one of annoyance as well as her grabbing her pillow and cocking it, ready to throw it at his head. He decided it was time to leave. 

“Hi Piper! I’m going to wake up Aerrow now-“ Finn barely finished his sentence as he had already spun around to escape Piper’s wrath as quickly as possible. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple. 

Meaning he couldn’t see Cyclonis’ look of smug satisfaction as her girlfriend defended her with her pillow cannon. Finn and Junko left quickly to wake up the rest of their teammates. And wisely deciding not to do a wake up call ever again…

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After the boys finally left Cyclonis felt the satisfaction of seeing Piper drive them off leave and be replaced by that cold feeling in her chest when she was shocked out of sleep. Her breathing started to quicken as a panic that had been deeply ingrained in her psyche took over. Her hands were shaking now and try as she might she couldn’t stop them, even as she desperately hugged herself. 

Piper immediately noticed, dropped the pillow and began to gently rub Cyclonis’ arm and back. She had experience with her girlfriends panic attacks and knew they tended to be provoked by random surprises. It had started ever since Cyclonis witnessed the demise of the Dark Ace.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. It’s okay, you are going to be okay Cy I’m right here.” Piper’s voice was soothing and calm. Cyclonis grabbed onto that feeling and turned around into her girlfriend’s embrace, letting the larger girl wrap her arms around her.

“I’m sorry, I just…can’t stop shaking. I know I’m safe, I know…but-“ She stopped talking as she couldn’t think of something else to say. But she knew Piper understood that she had no control over these episodes. The best she could hope for is that they pass quickly. And they usually do ever since she started seeing Piper.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to apologize for anything.” The goth wrapped her trembling hands around Piper’s waist and buried her face in her neck. Letting Piper’s scent and warmth wash over her. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hands stilled and her breathing evened. Cyclonis pulled back enough to look Piper in the eye.

“T-Thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you, my love.” Cy saw her girlfriend smile so warmly that every trace of that cold feeling left her chest. Her heart now beating quickly for a different reason. 

She closed her eyes as Piper did the same, both of them leaning in to gently press their lips together in a kiss…

Safe to say, they slept in.

[igncrxntripley]

father’s day surprise

a/n: someone submitted this in an ask and i don’t know if i deleted it on accident or not but it’s gone so i’m posting it this way instead!

mentions: SFW, fem!reader, pregnant!reader, not kayfabe compliant

taglist: @thesithdiaries @cassiesgreta @roseheartsworld @theworldofotps @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites @obl1vionblackhart @emogoblin-666 @hereliespumpkin @embertargaryen @neptune-lover @bunnysmyname @i-have-issues-lol @ares-athena @thatonepansexual2000 @witcherfromwallachia @infamousvampcx @christinabae 

being parents was a very, very long term goal for yourself and dominik. 

of course you’d talked about it, and you decided that it was absolutely something you wanted for yourselves in the future. but with his current travel schedule and you having your own goals for the near future, you’d both decided it was better to wait. 

however, he was home from being on the road nonstop for weeks on end, one thing led to another, and you eventually found yourself in your bathroom holding a positive pregnancy test in your hand. 

even though it was a lot earlier than either of you had planned, you were still excited and you know dom would be too. and you had three people who you knew you wanted to enlist the help of in order to tell him. 

rhea, damian, and finn had not only grown extremely close to dominik, but they had also gotten close to you in return. they’d become incredibly important in your lives over the last year so it only made sense to not only include them in the planning of how you’d tell dom you were pregnant, but help them carry it out. 

with father’s day only being right around the corner, you knew it was the perfect opportunity. 

dominik had a house show that weekend and more than likely would either be at ringside for someone’s match, or would have a match of his own. you told him you planned on being there in the audience as well, but didn’t give much more detail other than you just wanted to be in town to watch him do what he loved. 

his match went really well that night, and he even ended up winning! you always loved getting to see him live his dreams in the ring, and you felt like one of the luckiest people in the world to be able to experience it by his side. 

after the match ended, all four members of the judgement day stood in the ring together to deliver a promo to their smaller, yet very enthusiastic audience. that was always the perks of being at a house show. 

rhea was the first to speak up; “now, not only is today a great day here at WWE because dom dom got a huge win tonight.” her statement was met with boos given dominik’s current status as a heel. he didn’t mind though. “today, is father’s day.”

dominik looked a little confused, but quickly erased it from his face so he could play along as rhea continued. “of course, i have to say happy father’s day to my latino heat, papi himself.” 

finn was the next to speak up. “and actually, dom, that’s not the only reason you’ll be celebrating father’s day from here on out.”

damian had helped you over the barricade and into the ring, and dominik immediately looked at you with shock. one hand held an ultrasound from your most recent doctor’s appointment, and the other rested gently over your belly. 

“really?” dominik asked with shock and joy, immediately coming towards you and lifting you in a hug as the crowd cheered. you held onto him just as tightly, sniffling into his neck as you celebrated this huge news. 

everything went perfectly. you and dominik got to celebrate the news of your little bundle of joy in front of the WWE universe, and you had the help of his three best friends to do it. you couldn’t have asked for anything else. 

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Hey if it’s not too much to ask but can you can make a story about Finn comforting sunflower about their anxiety?

Lavender tea's and cuddles.

TW(?): Anxiety.

Tried to make it vague enough for people. Bc it's different for everyone!!

Thoughts thrashed through your mind, thinking of different things. Scenarios playing in your head of what COULD happen and then thinking how it could ruin you. What if tomorrow when you meet Finn's grandma, she hates you?

Your questionable, not really that great and definitely think Finn could do better. Self doubt started plaguing your mind as you sat silently on the couch. Looking at the floor trying to make sense of the turmoil in your head.

"-wer....Sunflower? Love, are you okay?" A gentle voice broke the thousand of voices in your head. Turning you see Finn, looking at you with a concerned face.

Opening your mouth you found it hard to speak. After a few attempts you let your head hang, embarrassed you couldn't answer a simple question. God, how are you going to answer questions with his grandma tomorrow?

"Sunflower, is your mind being mean again?" Questioning Finn sat next to you. Holding your hand as he looked for a answer. But words failed you again, the anxiety you felt made your throat feel like it was closing.

Wide eyes as you looked at your lap, Finn finally understood. You were going nonverbal, so looking around he didn't see your notebook or pens. Turning back to you he had an idea.

"Sunflower, can you shake your head yes or no for my questions?" All his attention was on you as he held your hand again. Grounding you, in case your mind made you wonder off from reality.

Nodding your head you turn and looked at the blonde. He gave a big smile and gave your hand a simple squeeze.

"Sunflower, is your anxiety messing with you again?" Whispering Finn started thinking of ways to try and help. Getting a nod confirmed his suspicion, so slowly getting up he spoke again.

"Do you want tea? I have lavender, it helps to ease your mind." Finn smiled wider seeing you nod, leaning down he kissed your forehead. Then walked away to the kitchen, making noise so you could focus on that.

There was still a few thoughts, but you decided to focus on Finn's kiss. It was a nice distraction, your mind needed to turn its attention to something else anyways. The clanks in the kitchen helped as well, grounding you more.

Listening to the rushing water of the sink filling the kettle, then clicks of the stove turning on. Thinking of Finn always calmed you, it was a bit cliche but it really did work. Along with thinking of Floral facts he always was talking about.

The facts varied from which was perfect to eat as a snack to one's that could he made into poison. Then the meanings of them all, Finn loved talking about that. As you think more, time went by as you smile to yourself.

"Here you go Sunflower." Whispering, to not frighten you since you were a bit up in your mind. The smell of the lavender tea made your mind ease up more.

Gently taking your mug from the florists hands you smile softly. Taking a sip the warm tea slipped down through your body. Making it a nice warmth that reminded you of Finn, he was like a comforting tea.

"Sunflower would you like to cuddle and forget about the world for a few hours?" Asking Finn sat on the couch. You turned and nodded, slowly going to him leaning on his shoulder. Even swung your legs up to cuddle into him more.

"Hhmm, should we watch a movie?" Grabbing the remote he turned the TV on. Seeing you nod in the corner of his eye he smiled. Going to your favorite streaming app he looked for your favorite comfort movie and played it.

Almost half way through, you finished your mug. Your mind was calm and throat felt relaxed, turning to Finn you smiled.

"Thank you." Whispering you snuggled closed to Finn's neck. The blonde leaned his head on you and whispered back.

"Of course. I'm here, I'll help with your anxiety. Always." Tears filed your eyes, Finn was amazing. His help really was what you needed, to get you out of your slump. Cuddling him more you smiled feeling your anxiety going down and finally enjoying the present.

Whatever happens tomorrow will come, nothing bad will happen. Finn will always ease your worries and silly scenarios in your head. You just needed to ground yourself with him.

[isabelawritesthings]

The Lost Potential of Quinn Fabray's Sexuality on Glee: An analysis

(I personally don't know if people still talk about Glee in 2024 considering the fact that this series ended more than eight years ago but watching it for the first time and reading some posts here on Tumblr I was intrigued by the lack of exploration of Quinn's sexuality in Glee, and I decided to do an analysis about this lost potential and what I would change in her story.)

When it comes to saying that Quinn could very well be a lesbian or even bisexual, many argue that Quinn is the most straight character in the entire glee club, the highly Christian "Miss Perfect" who ended up getting pregnant by her boyfriend's best friend and cheating on every guy she dated, but saying that she is romantically and sexually active with men doesn't mean that she is totally straight (I mean, Santana dated Puck, Sam and slept with Finn, yet came out as a lesbian in season three) Brittany was also a fan of sex with men but ended up marrying a woman, and it's not as if many lesbians and gays in real life hadn't dated someone of the opposite sex before discovering their sexual and romantic orientation.

Santana: I think I know how to make you feel better.

Quinn: I'm flattered Santana, but I'm really not into that.

Glee, 2x22 (New York)

Quinn says she's not "into that", however, doesn't mind sleeping with Santana two seasons later, even claiming she was just "experimenting".

We can't forget the relationship she had with Rachel, which was quite queer coded. It would be funny to see the girl who has dated several boys end up with a girl. "But the show already has too much representation with Brittana and Klaine" Hmm, and since when has too much representation been a problem? The LGBTQ community spent years being seen as invisible in series and films, a study in 2009, the same year Glee was released, revealed that only 3% of television series at that time had gay, lesbian or bisexual representation, and even though our situation is better than it was twenty years ago, for example, let's not forget that we are technically criminals in 73 countries. Take the She-Ra reboot for example, which has two sapphic couples with their own stories, too much representation will never be an issue.

What Quinn needed was a female writer, so that the whole story of wanting to be with Beth but not being able to or deciding to become a punk in season 3 could be explored more and not forgotten in the middle of romantic songs and Rachel Berry's exaggerated protagonism (even though Glee is limited to that lol). I don't think I'll ever forgive Ryan Murphy and Lea Michelle for being so arrogant and fighting with Dianna Agron to the point where Quinn was practically replaced by Kitty (I swear, I watched Glee at least two times but I can't remember any scene from season five where Quinn appeared) She appears in the sixth season because it is the last one and it would be fair for the original formation of the glee club to appear (if it weren't for that, Ryan would probably invent that Quinn went to live in another country or simply forget about her).

Quinn's story pretty much ends in season four, after which she barely appears.

What I would change

In the third season, instead of her becoming a punk, why not have her just come out of the closet? Quinn may be confused in the beginning because she's never felt this way about girls before and is paying "too much attention" to the other cheerios and may even ask Santana for advice on how to deal with these feelings, since Santana herself comes out as a lesbian in the same season. She could be lesbian, bisexual, pansexual or she doesn't even need labels, she could just like girls.

I would still keep that drama involving Beth because Quinn clearly didn't give her up for adoption because she wanted to, just because she had no choice, but maybe a girlfriend would make her see that Beth is better off with Shelby. The girlfriend could be a girl from the Cheerios, since Quinn has always considered them family, maybe a sweet and slightly naive girl like Marley to give more "light" to the cold and provocative Quinn Fabray.

In the fourth, fifth and sixth season I would explore more of the romance between the two and even perhaps some religious guilt on Quinn's part (let's not forget that she is supposed to be highly Christian) and at the end of the series she and this girlfriend can get married like Brittana and even adopt a child, I know that one child does not replace another, but here at least Quinn will maintain her desire to be a mother.

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Eighteen | Where It All Started…

Being home felt like a relief from the chaos of being on the road two days only to have my life fall apart. I was barely speaking to Dom, giving him the full silent treatment and begging him mentally to not go back to that storyline.

Neither of us had control over what WWE wrote for him. A lot of it was off the top once he knew the objective but the control ended there.

He was home for three days before he made it clear he had to go back. His suitcase was packed at the door and Finn was due to babysit me next.

“Don’t be like that. It’s just acting. No one is catching feelings. That kiss is as far as it’s gonna go.” I almost believed him because of the rating and it airing on prime time TV.

“Exactly. That wasn’t far enough already? You kissed her, Dom. For TV.” I stayed behind the kitchen island still stewing and fighting all the ways I didn’t feel like myself still.

I was still popping pain pills like candy and the pain was enough to stop me in my tracks still. I would cuddle up with a big glass of wine, pop a pill, and pretend I could get away with self medicating.

“I have zero control but I came home. I left work to be here with you. Yet you’re not really here, are you? Finn’s not gonna let you abuse those meds when I’m gone.” He threatened me in such a real way when he walked over to the cabinet to snag the orange bottles altogether.

“Are you fucking serious, Dominik? I just had a miscarriage and a surgery to stop the bleeding. I’m not taking them for fun.”

“For fun?” Dom boxed me in with a hand on either side of the counter top and his thumb pushing my chin up to look at him. “No, I think you’re getting fucking numb. So numb you don’t have to deal with it. Just like when we were teenagers.”

“Don’t act like you know my every move. I need those for the pain.” I reached for the pill bottle in his hand when he held his grip on it.

“Don’t fucking do this. I know you. I’m right here, mi amore.”

Finally wrestling them out of his hand, he snatched them back, breaking the cap off and popping one his mouth. “You take one, I take one. That’s the deal. You wanna be numb, act like a bitch, pretend nothing happened then I can to.”

Scolding him I didn’t argue, I was mentally counting how many were left if he took one and how long that would get me. I wasn’t addicted but I understand they helped and that had enough value to come off as crazy.

Pulling away he dumped half the bottle into a small baggy before tucking the bag in his back pocket. “Oh shit, Finn is here.”

I rolled my eyes at the thought of a babysitter. “Goodie.”

I watched Dom strut to the door, letting Finn in and embracing him. Licking my finger I let a pill stick to my skin before pushing it past my lips. Dom was leaving and Finn was babysitting me. My life had went from perfect to trash.

Finn’s accent was abrasive at first when he came over to the kitchen island, dropping his duffle bag on the floor and trying to make eye contact. “Looks like it’s us the next few days.”

“I don’t need my own personal nurse. I’m doing just fine,” I shot back.

Dom scolded me, his eyes boring into me. “It’s not for you. It’s for me. I need to know you’re okay and you didn’t want it to be my mom.”

“I’m not a child anymore, Dom. Of course I don’t want to masterbate with her down the hall.” I smiled before pivoting on my foot and grabbing a drink from the fridge. Heading up stairs I could hear their exchange the way teenage boys would.

Waiting at the top of stairs I eavesdropped, I wanted to know exactly how Dom felt. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding overprotective. The pain meds, watch those. Back in high school she did a stint of needing pills. I don’t wanna do that again. Other than that, tread lightly because you know I’ll kill you if you touch her.”

He saluted him in response prompting my eyes to roll again. Great, he was on Dom’s side entirely.

Before Dom left he stopped at the stairs, calling my name and forcing me to show myself. Dragging myself down the stairs I knew I would just fall deeper into this pit of despair if I didn’t kiss him goodbye.

“Don’t do anything stupid. FaceTime me tonight after RAW, okay?” His hand smoothed down my back and pushed me right into him. Our mouths collided, the warmth of his tongue felt like heaven and I instantly regretted not having sex.

“Dom,” I whimpered all out of breath already. “Don’t go yet…”

“I can’t miss this flight, mi amore.”

“We didn’t… I don’t want you leaving all pent up. Not with the storyline… what if something happens.” I whispered while his mouth kissed around my lips.

“Finn is here babe,” he retorted but I didn’t care. His hands kept my hips in place as he pulled away. “I have to go baby. It’s just a few more weeks until Mania then I’m home for a little.”

The smallest tug on the tie holding my rob together allowed it to fall open for Dom. Licking his bottom lip his head snapped over his shoulder to make sure Finn couldn’t see.

“You know the doc has to clear you first, mi amore. I don’t want to hurt you…” His hands smoothed up my body until his hands were caressing close enough to my tits to hurt.

“Dom. That doesn’t mean I can’t help you…” His warmth mouth planted kisses all over my neck causing my voice hitch in my own throat. Slipping a hand between us I palmed his bulge hoping he was take pity on me.

Clutching my hand in his, he held me still, not letting me rub him the way I wanted to. “We aren’t alone and you need to heal.”

The way his hands rushed to close my robe felt insulting. I felt like a failure entirely.

“He walked in on us before, Dom. How many times have you said that you don’t care who sees or hears us?” Closing my robe I wanted to retreat but his hands still kept me in place.

“I don’t want to fuck you while you’re high on pain pills. I don’t want to relive that summer.”

“That summer? Let me guess, that’s the real reason Finn is here.” I scuffed pushing past Dom on the stairs. “You told him I was a fucking addict? Do you even know why I was getting high that summer?”

“It doesn’t matter why. That shit was hard for me too. Seeing you like that.” He followed me just to tell me it was hard for him when he was sober with a girlfriend that summer.

“Hard for you? I was throwing myself at you while you’d rub your girlfriend in my face. You forced me to prove shit with Blaine constantly. I had to survive your cruelty. I spent one summer drunk and high. One summer. Half the WWE roster is juicing and you’re kissing Liv but I need a babysitter?” Sitting in the corner of the couch I curled up under a blanket.

He sat down next to me, matching my energy, only he was trying to save face in front of his friend. “I just don’t want you to slip into that again. It wasn’t easy fucking you and wondering if you were too high to remember after or if I violated you.”

Leaning forward I watched Finn’s wide expression only grow. “He paying you to babysit me?”

“He doesn’t need to pay me… he’s my best friend. If he needs me here, I’ll be here. No problem.” His thick accent skated down my spine when I realized Dom hadn’t thought any of this through.

Standing up I let my robe fall off my shoulders and crashing down to the floor without a sound. “I’m taking a shower. Do you need to babysit me doing that too?”

Finn immediately covered his eyes, standing up from the barstool, and acting astonished by turning around as I breezed by.

Dom shouted my name after making sure Finn wasn’t looking. “It’s not funny and he’s not babysitting you like that so don’t fucking test me.”

Wandering in our bedroom I smirked to myself knowing I had made my point to Dominik before he assigned his babysitters. If he wanted to treat me like we were teenagers than I was going to make it hell while he did it.

Putting down my phone on the bathroom counter I glanced at the text already from Dom.

Dom: Don’t fucking try me, babe. We might be friends but I’ll kill him for even looking at you.

I didn’t bother to text him back before I slipped into the shower and left Dom on read.

[dominustempori]

SPOILER ALERT FOR THE GHOSTBUSTERS: FROZEN EMPIRE TRAILER!! (long post, fyi)

Alright Ghostheads, I'm writing all this down now, so I won't forget all these thoughts and observations I'm having JUST a few hours after this awesome teaser for the "Afterlife sequel" has dropped.

I'm sure I'm missing some bits here, so comments are duly welcome, just don't go all negative energy on me =)

Definitely felt a similar vibe to when the first trailer for "Afterlife" came out like 2 years ago now. Normal summer day, good background music, then...sh*t happens. Even worse than that burst of PK energy from the mine shaft. And yeah, I saw bits of "Day After Tomorrow," I'd be lying if I didn't get JUST a little hint of that, but only because, you know, massive storm system overwhelming the south shore of Manhattan. But anyway.

2. I SWEAR that one building shot from the side is 55 Central Park West, aka Spook Central. Probably not significant plot wise this time, just a nod to the original movie. And considering I toured some of the filming sites on my trip to NYC this past summer, SURE looks like it!

3. Deadly icicles ripping up the streets? Like the earthquake tearing up the asphalt in the original movie only BETTER!

4. The discourse is already happening about details...I know some people like Ecto 1-A from GB2, and some fans are still angry about "they ignored it in Afterlife! It's so canon! WTF Jason Reitman?" Yeah...missing the point? [They're not DELIBERATELY ignoring GB2! I LIKED GB2! A lot! Not perfect but still I LIKE IT! Probably a lot more than other fans! The film only had so much time to focus on the past to keep the story moving, so only put in so much of the lore to help a new audience along. That's my theory I'm sticking to it.]

ANYWAY...yes the car IS the original Ecto 1, NOT the 1-A (which was WAY too busy for its own good, just sayin'). I saw the plate on a freeze frame, it's Ecto 1, the original.

5. Enter the exposition cut scenes. or whatever you want to call them. Swear to God that Patton Oswalt, Kumail Nanjiani, Dan, McKenna, and Logan are NOT at Ray's Occult Books...I mean come on look at those glass cases! It's GOTTA be the NY Public Library (throwback!) Patton's character is most likely a staff member, probably a librarian (related to Alice? God I hope so!) [GBs do their research yo! If that's one thing I love about the IDW comics, is how Ray and Egon and Kylie RESEARCH.]

That one bit with the frozen dude with the eyepatch? Looks like a flashback. Like, maybe Manhattan in the...late 1800s? Recurring hauntings is def a thing in the GB universe. Another secret society? Which, yeah, they did to death (sorry) with the Gozer thing, especially in the video game.

6. Liking all the concerned closeups. Paul Rudd still looking good, and I REALLY hope Carrie Coon as Callie has full on dropped the baggage about not having her Dad in her life. Well, mostly. Turned me off from her QUITE a bit in Afterlife, but that's just me. Finn's hair lookin' good short, love how McKenna still rocks the OshKosh look, and Logan with the retro vibe.

7. James Acaster HAS TO BE an adult Oscar. I WILL fight people on this =) Not Louis' kid, not Janine's... (well, maybe?) Peter and Dana are OFFICIALLY still a couple, what's to stop Peter from adopting the boy he saved in GB2? Or at least, maybe they have their own kid later on...? Damn I hope he's Oscar. I mean come on, this is still "Ghostbusters: the Next Generation" in my mind.

8. HAUNTED LION STATUE!!! (Yeah, that's right from Real Ghostbusters...kinda) It's the Library! And on another freeze frame...it's going after Ray (GASP!) That little elevator? Maybe they're going to...Special Collections? Remember the video game? Maybe? Squee?

9. DUDE, it's attacking GBHQ! Blew the freakin' doors off! It's gonna...NO NOT LUCKY! Dude she (they?) is getting the short end of the stick again...first she gets possessed by Zuul and now...please don't kill off Lucky, Gil! Also OGBs FTW!!! yeah Winston! bad ass mf as always! And man does Pete look proper scared. Go Bill Murray!

10. I'm presuming that the big bad/entity was originally trapped and stored in the ECU, hence the blinking red light in the post credits scene from Afterlife. And it's whatever's pushing out the cinder blocks this time around...and freezing Lucky in the basement of HQ? And it's the...thing pushing its demon horns in...(so far others are calling it a minotaur - totally NOT. this guy is so reaching, i mean an old obscure RGB comic reference from a wiki page? dude, just...no. a cross between a White Walker and Slenderman? yeah THOSE I get. I'm personally thinking some ancient demon from a summoning gone wrong...or maybe right in this case.) any case, DUDE with those icy blue staring eyes and 20 feet tall...f*ck yeah.

11. Also F*CK yeah Paul and Carrie in the jumpsuits! YES!!!

12. Alright, I can sort of buy a hidden room in Kumail's character's (presumably?) apartment, secret door at the back of a kitchen pantry with some pretty lead/silver tiling...but, what's with the horn? (SUMMONING HORN! Read the Bartimaeus Trilogy people!) and the shackles? the bells? well, yeah noise to drive away evil spirits...or not? again... SECRET SOCIETY! Or maybe Lucky and Trevor have their own place now? Nah, maybe not...wait and see I guess.

13. Dude...Paul Rudd is TALL, boy! Would like to see if they've actually gone and married...or, too soon? Nah, romantic/life partners is good.

14. I WANT THAT RED WINTER JACKET WITH THE PATCH! SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!

15. Also, Paul's reaction...SO my own after watching this. He is still fanboy-ing out and I LOVE IT.

Holy hell that was a long post. First genuine reactions on the day. Online journaling. All good.

OK peeps, let me have it. What are y'all thinking?

Until March 29!

[scarabsinthestardust]

Better in the Morning // Ch. 13

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CHAPTER WARNINGS: Getting a tattoo? Does that count? Implications of sex but no smut.

“Did I ever tell you that I hate needles?”

“Yep, repeatedly.”

“I thought the deal was to keep each other out of trouble.”

“And we are. You’re here for moral support.” I put on the sweetest smile I could muster before turning my attention back to filling out paperwork.

“And Jake has no idea you’re doing this?”

“Nope,” I answered, putting emphasis on the ‘p.’

The boys were on tour as of one week ago, and I was hating it. Don’t get me wrong, I was so happy for them, knowing they were out there literally living their dream, and I was insanely proud of them, but I missed Jake. He called or texted as much as his busy schedule allowed, and he would excitedly share stories about the shows and send me photos as they went sightseeing in new towns. I missed the physical closeness, though, and I was counting down the days until I saw my love again.

I don’t know what drove me to do it, but once I got the idea in my head, I couldn’t let it go. So here I was, sitting in a tattoo parlor while Finn fidgeted nervously beside me, waiting for the artist to finish preparing everything. The sounds of buzzing tattoo guns seemed to make Finn more anxious, but it only fueled my excitement. And when the artist finally called me back, I practically bounced as I followed him to the chair I would spend the next few hours in, Finn trailing worriedly behind.

I originally thought about having it done on my side, along my ribcage, but ultimately decided on my thigh. The aftercare would be less difficult, and it would be much easier to show it off. Plus, I theorized it would be less painful; the pain was bearable, more of an annoying stinging in most parts.

By the end of it, I was sore from sitting in the same spot, unmoving for so long, and my abused skin was sensitive, causing each contact to become more painful. I was grateful for the last wipe down with the cooling saline solution.

“Okay, I’ll admit, it does look pretty cool.”

“Doesn’t it?” I grinned excitedly as the artist took a photo for his portfolio and covered it with the adhesive aftercare bandage. “It’s perfect. I love it.” Now I just had to hope Jake did, too.

~

By the time Jake returned home for their break from the tour, my tattoo was almost completely healed. I made sure to wear pants to cover it so I could surprise him at the right time. I was unable to contain myself when he came through the door. I latched onto him and peppered him with kisses. I know he had to be exhausted, but he shared my enthusiasm, keeping me pressed as close to him as physically possible, repeatedly reminding me how much he missed me.

“Guess we’ll have to make up for all that lost time before you leave again.”

“Mm. Go get comfortable. I’m gonna take a quick shower first, then I’m all yours.”

I pouted. “Fine but hurry up. I have a surprise for you.”

I think that spurred him on to move a little quicker, despite his tiredness. I slipped off my clothes and settled into bed, covering myself with the blanket. When he emerged from the bathroom, hair still wet and a towel wrapped loosely and resting on his hips, he wasted no time closing the distance between us. He discarded the towel, haphazardly tossing it onto the floor before joining me under the covers. He kept his hands glued to me, exploring every inch, as though he was afraid if he let go, he would forget what I felt like.

“So,” he said between kisses on my flustered skin, “what’s the surprise?” He brushed his lips along the sensitive spots on my neck, causing me to let out a breathy moan.

“’Kay, hang on.” I giggled as I sat up, pushing him into a sitting position as well. “All I can really say is don’t freak out, and that I really hope you like it because it is one hundred percent non-returnable.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, but he held a goofy half-smile on his face. “I guess I promise not to freak out?”

I slowly moved the blanket off my legs, exposing the ink. On the top of my left thigh were clusters of flowers in mixtures of red, pink, and purple. The flowers strategically framed an image of a red Gibson Les Paul guitar, identical to Jake’s go-to, his first love. When his eyes landed on it, his jaw slightly dropped with an audible gasp.

“Woah, when did you do that?”

“About a week after you left. They’re both of our zodiac flowers. Chrysanthemums for Virgo, and poppies for Taurus.”

He traced his fingers along the outline, tickling my skin.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it. It’s gorgeous.”

I sighed in relief. “Oh, good, ‘cause I was worried I was gonna have to burn it off,” I joked.

He leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on my thigh before placing another on my lips. “No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

I felt the blush creep up my cheeks, and I crinkled my nose. “Whatever you say, Romeo.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back down and flush against him. I shuddered as he whispered into my ear, “Now, where were we?”

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