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[wrestlersownmyheart]

“Chances Are” Ch. 12 (Book 2 In the “Chances” Series) Finn Bálor X OC

Pairing: Finn Bálor X Female OC Summary: After a traumatic childhood and a murder attempt that left her with a heart condition, Miracle Seanoa wants nothing more than to find some peace and fulfillment in her life. Working as a writer for WWE, she's shocked when Stephanie McMahon takes a gamble on her skills and assigns her to a new RAW roster member. None other than Finn Bálor—the man who'd long ago saved her life and captured her heart.

Finn Bálor left his career as a police officer behind in order to chase his true dream of becoming a professional wrestler. Working incredibly hard within NXT, he soon finds himself drafted to Monday Night RAW. He's shocked to see Miracle again, but even more shocked is he to see what a stunning woman she's become.

However, someone else has had his eye on Miracle for a long while. With his infatuation turning to a deep, dark obsession, he's not going to give up on her easily. Finn will have to resort to his past skills as a cop, to protect the woman he loves.

Because if her weakening heart doesn't kill her, her stalker just might... Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.

Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings:

Chapter 12

Two Months Later…

Miracle was just finishing putting her laundry away when her phone rang. Without thinking, she picked the phone up and answered it without looking at the Caller ID. "Hello?"

"Miracle, thank God… I've been trying to reach you for days."

"Finn? What's wrong," Miracle asked. Truth be told, she'd been avoiding his calls, knowing they'd simply weaken her resolve.

"Gerald quit his job. He's disappeared according to his family-his brother. Baby, you need to come home."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Miracle shook her head to clear it. "You still think that Gerald is the one who attacked me? Finn, it's been two months and I've not heard from him or the attacker. Don't you think they'd have found a way to reach me by now?"

"Maybe he's trying to throw us off," Finn said softly. "I don't know, but something is off about all this, Miracle."

"Listen Finn, don't freak out. But, the attacker sent me roses right before I left my apartment. But he's not done anything else since then-"

"HE WHAT?"

"I said don't freak out," Miracle scolded. "My point is that I'm safer here. He knows where I live in Florida. He has no idea where I am right now though."

"I need to see you, love."

"I'm sorry, Finn."

"It's been two months. How much time do you need?"

"As much as I need," Miracle replied.

"You can't run from me forever."

"Maybe not," MIracle shrugged even though FInn couldn't see her. "But I'm still hurt Finn. That pain hasn't gone away yet."

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are, Finn, but that doesn't change anything."

A twinge of nausea hit her stomach then. That was happening more and more lately. Usually when she thought of Finn and how much she actually missed him. Her call waiting signaled she had another call.

"Listen, Finn, I need to go. I have another call coming through."

"No, wait. Put me on hold. Come back when you're done. I'm not finished talking to you."

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Okay, okay. Hang on." With that, she went to her other line and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey beautiful, did you like the roses?" A voice rasped.

For a moment, the comment didn't compute. "Wh-what? Who is this?"

The line clicked.

Breathing shakily, she went back to the line that Finn was waiting on. She tried to calm herself before speaking. "So, what else do you want to talk about?"

"What's happened?"

Amazed he could read her so easily, she shook her head and fought the dizziness that was threatening to claim her. "N-nothing."

"Baby, you sound terrified. What. Has. Happened?"

"Nothing, Finn. Really. Just a prank phone call."

"Why are you trying so hard to be brave? He called you, didn't he?"

"Yes, okay? Yes."

"You need to come home."

"No. It was just my cell phone number. He doesn't know where I am."

"Please, Miracle. I'll beg if I haf'ta."

"Daddy knows where I am," she confessed. "If I need anything I can contact him."

"That's not good enough, lass."

She could have sworn his voice cracked. "I'll be fine, Finn. Don't worry about me. I have to go. Bye."

With that she hung up and tossed her phone aside. Immediately, it started ringing. Checking it, she saw it was Finn again. She ignored the call.

The nausea intensified. To the point she wondered if she would be sick. She groaned softly and laid down on her bed, willing the sickness away.

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Over the next few days, her symptoms of dizziness and nausea only grew more persistent. In fact, she blacked out at one point. Luckily she landed on the sofa. It frightened her enough upon waking though, that she headed to her car and went straight to the urgent care clinic in town.

Now, as she finished filling out her paperwork and handed it in, she sat and waited for her turn to be called back to an exam room.

The wait was not long as there weren't many people ahead of her. Soon she was seated in the exam room and her vitals were being taken.

"Your blood pressure is a bit elevated but nothing too serious. What are you seeing the doctor for today?"

"I am having some chronic nausea and dizziness. I actually passed out on my sofa earlier today. I thought it might be the flu or a stomach bug or something."

"Goodness. Well, we'll certainly get to the bottom of what's going on. The doctor will be in in a few moments."

With that, the nurse closed the door and Miracle waited about ten minutes before a doctor came in.

"Hello, Ms. Seanoa. I'm Dr. Newell," He introduced himself. "What can I do for you today?"

"Well, I am hoping you can help me find out what's wrong with me. I have chronic nausea and dizziness. I'm so tired all the time-"

"Can I ask you when your last period was?"

"Well, yes, it was…" She stopped to think. "It was… Actually it's been a couple months since I had one. That can't be right."

"Is there any chance you are pregnant?"

"Oh, no! No, I couldn't be… I-"

She did recall Finn's little mishap while they were making out, however. That was a couple of months ago.

"Oh, God…" Miracle said softly. "I- I think I possibly could be."

"We'll run a test. It'll take a few hours to get the results but I can have the nurse call you with those."

Miracle nodded, now in a daze. I'm pregnant, she thought to herself. It's the only thing that adds up.

She drove home after having her blood drawn. She was sure what the result would say. She could practically feel the little life bubbling up in her womb.

"What will Finn say," she wondered aloud. "What will Mom and Daddy say?" Then a dark thought hit her. "What will my cardiologist say?"

But at the end of the day, it was her baby. Hers and Finn's.

And no one could take that away from her.

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Hours later, Miracle got the phone call that she was indeed pregnant. The doctor referred her to an OB-GYN and in the meantime prescribed her some prenatal vitamins. Now she had a decision to make. Who to tell first? Her parents, or Finn. Telling Finn would mean revealing to him her location, because she was not going to tell him over the phone. Likewise, with her parents.

"I'll invite them to the cabin," she thought aloud. We could have dinner and I could tell them then.

Before she could change her mind, she picked up her phone and called Ella.

"Hi, Mom," she greeted when Ella picked up. "Listen, I have something important to tell you and Daddy. Do you think you could make the trip to Uncle Jeff's cabin?"

"Of course, baby," Ella replied. "Your father is on a trip, but I'll pack for me and Nathan and grab a flight to Nashville International Airport. Joe will have to take a redeye flight because he's in L.A. right now for a show."

"Okay. Be safe, Mama."

"You know I will," Ella retorted.

After saying their goodbyes, Miracle ended the call.

"How in the world do I explain to Mom and Daddy that they are going to be grandparents," she thought out loud. I'm scared of how Daddy will take the news. What if he hurts Finn?

Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly, trying to relieve her stress. The last thing she wanted was a miscarriage. Ever since it occurred to her that she was pregnant, she wanted nothing more than to have Finn's baby. How Finn felt about it was unknown to her, but no matter what, she was having this baby.

"So, Finn, you can get on board or get out of my way," she thought aloud.

Deciding to take it easy the rest of her day, she took a walk outside in the woods and enjoyed the sunshine.

Little did she know, a pair of stone cold eyes watched her as she hiked through the woods, seemingly not a care on her mind.

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Joe's phone rang and he immediately answered it upon seeing that it was Ella.

"Hi, baby, what's up," he greeted.

"Miracle says she has some important news to tell us and she wants to do it in person. Can you get a flight to Nashville tonight after the show?"

"Of course," Joe answered. "I'm off for the next two days anyway. What's this news about? Did she say?"

"No she wouldn't say. I'm going to try to get it out of her before you come if that's okay with you. It has me worried, I can't lie."

"It's fine. As long as she tells me as soon as I get there," he reasoned.

"I'll talk to you later. I need to get me and Nathan packed and get to our flight."

"Okay, I will see you when I get there. I love you, Ella."

"I love you too."

The two hung up and Joe went about his business of getting ready for the show, his mind full of worry now.

"What could be such important news," he wondered, lacing up his boots.

"News about what," Finn asked from nearby, eager to hear anything about Miracle.

"None of your concern," Joe replied with a glare. He'd still not fully forgiven Finn for his aiding in Miracle being hurt, even though he did save her life. "Family business."

"Is she okay," Finn demanded. "Really, Joe. I need to know."

Joe puffed out a sigh, "She's fine as far as we know." He glanced up at Finn then. "And thanks for telling us about her attacker sending her flowers. I doubt she would have ever told us. The only reason I didn't go drag her back here is because she has a point. The guy doesn't know where she's living right now, he did when she was in Orlando."

"I still think she'd be safer here. With us," Finn retorted.

"Well, she happens to disagree," Joe shot back. "At the first sign of any danger I'll bring her back, you can bet on that."

"She's a plane ride away," Finn grumbled under his breath. "How in the world would we get to her in time?"

Joe shot him another glare, but said nothing.

Even though Finn's instinct was to go find Miracle and drag her back with him-caveman style-he tried his best to ignore those instincts. They would only push Miracle away further.

"She's got to come back sometime," he thought out loud. "She's got to."

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[sxnfullyswxetobsxssions]

I will go down with the ship that is Al and Finn and I don’t care what anyone else says, you’re a genius and perfect for writing such a story !

Finally al and Finn kiss and it’s everything I ever wanted ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

I’ve been wanting this almost as much as al and finn and reading it happen makes me happier than anything!

Since we’ve seen so much from finns POV I don’t think we’ve gotten a clear idea about how much al wanted finn this whole time. I only realized it when he went into the bathroom where finn was to give him a “clean towel” hahahah

Part of me wanted finn and al to really *do it (let that twink be destroyed hhahaha) but I know that finn is inexperienced and al doesn’t wanna pressure him and both want to take this relationship seriously— I can’t wait to see what obstacles they have to overcome next -

Vance and Terence are the biggest obstacles right now and I have no idea how that will go. With Vance, I’m sure al hates him for sending his little minions to shoplift and cause trouble hahah but seeing them interact should be tense and interesting……. After their little showdown in chapter 5 or so in the grab n go, I’m sure they’ll have a lot to say to each other

Ok with Terence, I don’t like him that much - I’m sorry but him being an absent drunk doesn’t sit well with me. I know he lost his wife but Finn and Gwen lost their mom and they deserve to have a dad that’s involved in their life. I know Terence wants finn to toughen up and his whole tough love act is a way of trying to protect Finn but still, there are other ways to be there for Finn. The beating he gave Finn still makes my heart ache ……..

I’m lowkey wanting Al to pummel Terence and proclaim his place as Finn’s new caretaker and father figure but that’s just me hahahha —- I do wonder how they’ll interact though ? Like Terence would be confronting and angry probably but Al might either be calm or he might be kind of manipulative and conniving because he does have a darker side ….

Gwen and Robin and max ? Oooh I can’t wait to see their reactions !

I think Gwen was already suspicious of al because she saw the way he kept looking at our precious finney in the first chapter. Hearing that al and finn are together will def make her upset and she’ll probably won’t cover for him if she finds out …… will she try to talk finn out of it ?

As for Robin, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Him protecting Finn in chap 10 made me scream and wanna give him the best present reward ever !!

How will the protective best friend react when he meets the possessive boyfriend ?

Robin will not be happy to hear that amber is actually Al Hahha but he might be accepting eventually given that he knows Finn is his best friend and that bisexual people do exist/Finn could be queer ? Imagine Robin swinging on Al once he catches him in the act ahhaha id pay to see that happen

Max is such a loveable goofball and I think he cares very much for his brother but I’m kind of thinking that he’d show a firm position against Al and Finn and kind of think his brother was taking advantage of an impressionable young boy with no father figure. He might butt heads with Al too and that’s gonna be so interesting!!!

Anyway, you’re the best author ever and you’ve made my life so much better and more fun with your writing ! I’ll never stop being a fan and if anyone ever insults you, tell me Their address so I can find and destroy them !!!

i am so sorry for how late this response is, but please know that i am so incredibly grateful for this comment/ask!! thank you so much for your sweet words, they mean more to me than you’ll ever know! ♥︎ and believe me when i say i’m right with you on that ship!! al and finney are the superior pairing!! x

omg i’m so glad to hear you enjoyed the kiss scene!! i certainly felt the pressure writing it haha, i wanted everything to be perfect and the buildup to have been worth it!

a lot of other readers have been asking for a chapter/segment written from al’s p.o.v., too, and i think it’s an absolutely brilliant idea! i’ve already formulated quite a few segments from his p.o.v. and i think it’ll be really interesting to see the nature of his feelings toward finney; especially since he is such a morally ambiguous character. and that “clean towel” move he pulled lordddd... as nice as he is and as much as he loves his boy, he can be so creepy lmao. but we all love him for it.

i knowwww, but as tempted as i am to delve straight into the smutty goodness, i have to ensure i maintain proper characterisation and an element of realism. 😩 al is absolutely feral for finney, but he has to try his hardest to suppress it so as not to overwhelm the boy or accidentally scare him off. he’s finney’s first in all matters romantic, so he’ll really take the time to teach finney how to feel good and make him feel good at a pace the boy is comfortable with.

you’re absolutely right, vance and terrence are their biggest obstacles right now. they’re both so temperamental, too, so finney and al will have to be really careful about the way they go about navigating their way out of such a tricky situation. i’ll say this on the matter, though—we definitely haven’t seen the last of vance. i can say that with indisputable certainty. and he will interact with al in a chapter or two if everything goes to plan, so their strained relationship will be sorely emphasised. they hate each other’s guts, just like you said. but i have to agree with you, it just makes their interactions/scenes together so much more interesting and tense. who doesn’t love a bit of drama haha?

terrence is a very complex and layered character, much like the others. we know what he’s doing is wrong, he knows what he’s doing is wrong, and yet he can’t seem to escape this constant loop of trying to love and protect his children but ending up abusing them instead. it’s the cycle of abuse. he means well (most of the time), but i’m with you on this one. it’s absolutely no excuse to behave the way he does, or to treat his children the way he does. by trying to protect finney and forcing him to suppress certain elements of his sexuality, he’s inadvertently driven him straight into the arms of a man older than him.

oh, don’t you worry. al hasn’t forgotten about the beating his boy had to endure...

i think the way he’ll go about resolving the issue with terrence will be the biggest headfuck. i’ve seen a lot of people theorise and try to guess what he’ll do or how he’ll handle it (which i absolutely love; i will never shut up about how much i frickin’ love getting comments/asks theorising what’s gonna happen next or how al will deal with terrence) but the way he actually does deal with it is so much more... i don’t wanna necessarily say ‘twisted’, but i will say weird. then again, al’s a weird guy, so it’s to be expected. in regards to the darker elements of his character, once again, you’re right on the money. he will absolutely utilise manipulation as a tactic to combat vance and terrence...

yep! gwen has already clocked the weirdo magician who kept staring at her brother at susie’s party, so she won’t be so easily assuaged. being a very intense and combative character, she won’t be too happy and her reaction has the potential to be quite intense, which is absolutely fair. she loves her brother beyond reason, beyond words, and would do absolutely anything to protect him.

robinnnnn!!! 😩🙏🏻♥︎♥︎♥︎ that boy has my whole heart, he’s so sweet! he’s so protective of finney it makes me sob, i love them so much.

there’s really no way of telling how he’ll find out about finney and al, nor how he’ll react. much like gwen, though, he’s a very intense character, so his reaction is bound to be ruthless. yikes. there’s a 99.99% chance he’ll start swinging at al, no questions asked hahahaha. he isn’t aware of finney’s sexual orientation as of yet, no. he might have slight suspicions, but it’s not something they’ve discussed in terrible depth. finney is so deep in the closet he might as well have stumbled into narnia lmao.

yesssssss omg max is such a loveable goofball, i wanna put him in my pocket. he has a complicated relationship with al due to their childhood (which i’ll delve into a little more in future chapters) but ultimately, they love and care about each other very much. that’s why it’s so hard for him to come to terms with the fact that his brother might be engaging in inappropriate behaviour and an entirely illegal/immoral relationship with a 16/17-year-old boy. he’s very conflicted about it. it is, most understandably, a great source of discomfort for him.

this is so sweet, oh my goodness, thank you so much!! i’m very honoured to have earned such high praise! you’ve made my entire year, i’m so grateful for you! thank you for taking the time to read rust & stardust and leaving such a beautiful comment/ask! sending much love!! xx ♥︎♥︎♥︎

[crucifythenburn]

People talk a lot of rightful shit about how Tommy treats women...

But I have yet to see anyone talk about how these women (who, again, I agree, he does treat horribly) actually do treat him terribly as well.

I honestly don't think any of the women Tommy finds himself with (with the arguable exception of Grace) ever truly care about who he is or what he's going through. The show repeatedly props him up to be some sort of prize for women to compete over and win. It's gross. He's still a person, and despite all his filth, he's still being objectified too. Just, hear me out... *lights cigarette*

In the beginning, Grace Burgess and Tammy Shelbe are honestly just a jumble of heterosexual nonsense. Their entire relationship is forced from the getgo, built on his nostalgia for Gretta, and the life he led before the war effectively changed him forever. What I find so odd about their relationship progression is that it isn't like Tommy hasn't killed people in front of others before. So, that night at the bar, when he snapped in front of her??? Ok, he was vulnerable and she saw it. Great. Good. But how exactly did he see her? 'You've seen me.' 'And you've seen me.' But what exactly did she do besides shoot a man that meant she'd been exposed in the same way as Tommy? It wasn't the first man she'd killed. So where was the vulnerability there? I must've missed it idk. Perhaps because she was willing to kill a man for Tommy? I'm very confused about it and I've watched it twice, please assist. Later on, when she confesses her love for Tommy and he doesn't accept it on account of her betrayal, she goes off to lead the life she wanted with Tommy with a man who could actually give it to her. But she couldn't stay away. Why? More on that in a moment.

Fast forward to May Carleton, whom I love, because she is the epitome of heterosexual female nonsense lol. May saw Tommy from across that balcony and she wanted him because of his big dick energy. Point blank periodT. Just like Arthur said, 'Rich women these days, all they want is working class cock.' Her motives were clear from the beginning with all that bidding against him for the horse; sizing him up. It was an entire powerplay and an exhilarating game for her, cemented when Grace asked her what she wanted from Tommy, and she answered, 'The same as you. I want to feel alive.'

So back to Grace, because I need to thank May for dragging Grace for filth. Because the only reason Grice brought her monkey ass back was because she went on ahead and tried to live her proper, boring life, with a man who was the complete opposite of Tommy, and she still wasn't happy. Why? Because Grace's pathology isn't as shallow as being the simple girl who wants the simple life. What she wanted was to change Tommy; to save him. To fix him. And a lot of us suffer from this particular affliction. The broken ones are always the prettiest. Don't even get me started on Trauma Bonds because this is already getting long and it's early and I haven't had my coffee yet hhhhh. But Grace's motives??? Huh. Well. Hmmm. She couldn't have a child with her husband either, so... Her return was awfully convenient, that's all I'm saying. I'll let you work that out for yourselves. *sips tea*

Now, to be fair, once Grace marries Tommy, I do see a shift for the better. She does make him talk to her about what he's going through and she does help him, just like he asked of her in season 1 when they first slept together: 'Will you help me? ... With everything. The whole fucking thing. Fucking life. Business. I found you. And you found me. We'll help each other.' So here comes season 3 and Finally. FINALLY we get a glimpse into a mutual exchange between Tommy and a female character. In season 1 she (unintentionally) breaks his heart. Because life is unfair. And yet again, his capacity for love is snatched away by the absurdity of life in season 3. And I weep for what could have been. I truly do. Because that's the healthiest we've ever seen Tommy. And we have Grace and Charlie to thank for that. I will never say that Grace treated him terribly, only that their relationship was built on an unhealthy foundation, and I don't know if they truly could have made it, because in the end, Tommy is who he is, and I don't think love, or family, or marriage has the power to change that. He needs professional help. And we all know he isn't going to get it. So how long, realistically, would he and Grace have lasted before her love turned to animosity toward the man that she always knew Tommy was? I wonder... Would Charlie have been used as a bargaining chip to get Tommy to fall in line? I don't put it past her. But let me move on because that rabbit hole gets deep...

So, back to May Carleton. She does try to help Tommy confront himself after Grace dies, but I never got the impression that she was doing it in order to help him. I thought she was doing it in order to dissect him. 'You're unlike any man I've ever met.' Yeah. We know, May. We all know. Tommy's special and she knew it from the moment she laid eyes on him, and just like she did horses, she bid on him. She wanted him just like any other possession, because that's what rich girls do. They possess. They collect. And like Tommy, who always gets what he wants, May does too. So what happens when two people who always get what they want get each other? May finally met her match with Tommy's particular brand of emotional unavailability, and she got hooked on the thrill of not being able to get what she wanted. That's honestly the extent of their relationship, and most of her interest in him. She has nothing to offer him, let's be real. Just try his damn Gin, May. jfc.

So, who's next? Right, let's talk about Lizzie Stark, who Tommy repeatedly uses and treats like a possession. Lizzie Stark, who, finally, after seasons of being treated like a piece of meat and wanting so badly to mean something to Tommy, winds up pregnant and lords that baby over Jessie as soon as she can, because, again, Tommy is a possession as well; a solidification of Lizzie's elevated status and a way out of her lot in life. She will forever be linked to him now, which is exactly what she's always wanted. Now, one could certainly argue that Tommy controlled her and manipulated her with the hope that maybe they could someday be more, but I mean, I'm not even gonna get into the whole John situation... Just do the fucking math here people. Lizzie has her motives, and they aren't as simple and innocent as her unrequited love for Tommy. I honestly think she'd sink her hooks into whoever she could in order to be relevant/legitimate. However, I do think Tommy actually connects with her on deeper levels than he does with any other women. That afternoon in that tunnel by The Cut, when he tells her about Gretta? He lied to her about his motives in that moment, but the thing is, Lizzie knew. She knew and she accepted being a substitute for Gretta, and allowing Tommy to use her as a means to recollect pieces of himself. He even goes on to say that she is the only one who kept his (already broken) heart from breaking. It's obvious he cares deeply for her. Perhaps as deeply as he is capable of. Unfortunately, that type of bond isn't enough for her. She wants the officiality. Because she deserves Tommy, yeah? She's earned him. Because, again, he is the prize to be won, right?

Who's next? Tatiana Petrovna. Do we even need to talk about Tatiana? I love her crazy ass but she only saw Tommy as a plaything. I'm glad she fucked with his head lol, but it wasn't because she cared. It was because it was fun to do. And like May and Grace, she wanted to feel alive. People like her can smell that trauma and those demons a mile away, because they've confronted their own darkness. Have I mentioned how much I love her? Because I love her. Also, I love her.

Anyway, that just leaves Jessie Eden. Now, this is actually the first relationship of Tommy's that I am down for, though I don't think it has the least bit of a chance at lasting. Mostly because I don't trust Tommy's motives at all. I don't think he gives a shit about Jessie. I think she is a pawn to him. But. BUT. I could be wrong. Since Tommy was actually on the same side as Jessie before the war, who knows where this could go? It certainly seems as if he's using her and she's using him, but we all know that all it takes is for Tommy to have an idea and make a decision and everything changes. Because Tommy only serves Thomas Shelby Unlimited™ and doesn't know how to stop or how to cope or who he even is without having a mission that needs accomplishing. Hhhh my poor troubled trash prince.... When will he rest? When will he let me rest? When will his heart and mind come back from the war? I am distraught.

Anyway, right, I'm actually rooting for Tommy and Jessie, but I know it's a long shot with a broken arrow at a moving target. In other words, it ain't gonna happen. If Grace taught me anything, it's that Tommy's relationships will always be volatile because he is a volatile person, and a woman, no matter how amazing, simply cannot change a man. That being said, I'm interested to see where he and Jessie go... And if Jessie will make the formidable adversary I know she has every capacity of being. Heh.

Who's excited for season 5?!

TL; DR: Tommy is trash and the way he treats women is trash but the way women treat him is just as trash. Change my mind. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[leviathanspain]

tear you apart

finnick odair x reader

synopsis: finnick was more than just yours

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all you felt was rage the moment your eyes opened. standing up and ripping the wires off your body, you fought off finnick as he tried to calm you down. you were angry, looking at the room you woke up in and yelled angrily.

“where is she?!” you screamed, feeling a sharp pain in your abdomen but continued anyway, still angry.

finnick grabbed you, you whipped your head around and looked into his eyes. he was focused as he held you in his grip, “look at me.” you looked at him and for a moment you could feel your wild eyes focus on his gentle gaze, the parting of his lips and the falling of his chest as he breathed.

“i cant-“ you cried, your eyes welling up with tears as you remembered the events from the days before.

water. sand. your home. it had been apart of your home and apart of your life since your conception. finnick was only just a fresh memory in your brain. he had been your mentor, your guide through your games. his kiss on your lips is what really woke you up. you had finally come up for air when he kissed you. but the announcement of reaping from the existing pool of victors just pushed you back into the water, drowning you.

you and finnick had spent the night in your town house crying, the comfort of each other’s bodies providing the words that didn’t need to be said. but your anxiety could not be shaken off even when you had to present yourself in the stupid costumes in front of all of panem.

“finn-“ you called out but was roughly shoved by another victor. the new meat from district twelve had found herself with a bigger head than needed. your anger was what had saved you in your games and now it couldn’t be contained except by one person. you bit back a laugh and poked the girl as she tried to walk away, “going somewhere?” you held a smirk on your face as she turned around, “i was, actually.” she stepped up in front of you and you smiled, “i’ll gut you like the fucking fish you are, katnip. don’t think for a second you’re safe even with peter over there, i’ll skin you both alive and hold you guys up as flagwavers for the captiol.” you threatened and felt her expression falter for a moment.

finnick stepped up and put a hand in between the two of you, “y/n, come on. focus, focus on me.” he looked at you and his eyes held a sign of warning. you rolled your eyes and jumped at katniss before walking away sharply on your heel.

“really, finnick? id think you would eat at a much better place..” katniss remarked, smirking at finnick.

you felt your blood boil and finnick scoffed, walking back towards you, you looked at katniss as her eyes lingered on finnick’s figure, and although you weren’t the jealous nor possessive type, the demon that overcame you as you pulled finnick into a passionate make out was incredible.

finnick met your kiss passionately as well, his hands softly falling down your hips and down near your butt where he gripped gently. he didn’t know what you were playing out with the sudden pda but he didn’t mind the affection.

you looked at finnick now back in the present and scoffed, “i’m so sorry.” you let out once you noticed the smile he creased on his lips. he was clearly in pain but because of your agressive antics he had risked his stitches to hold you back. you guided him back to the chair next to your bed and uncovered his body, pulling up the hoodie to see blood staining the bandage.

“oh finn..” you tsked, grabbed the first aid kit near the bed, tearing open a new bandage and ripping off the old.

“couldnt hesitate to touch my hot body, could you?” he teased you, flexing his abs as you fixed the bandage. you blushed red and smirked, “maybe. but you also couldn’t resist your hero storyline, saving the day like always, huh?”

finnick chuckled, “always.”

“we need to keep our distance. we have to protect katniss.” finnick had told you before entering the arena. you looked incredulously at him but his expression warned you that he was serious, and it wasn’t a matter of questioning but a matter of life and death.

you nodded and he patted your back assuringly, “you’ve done this once before, you can do it again.” he kissed your head.

you kissed his cheek and bid him a wave before being led away by the officials to be transported to the arena.

you sat huddled with finnick, katniss and peeta had been sitting on the opposite side of you and you glanced over at katniss. she looked at you and raised an eyebrow, “want to kill me? your pretty boyfriend won’t have to hold you back this time.” she tested you, and you began to gather to stand up but finnick’s low whisper in your ear made you falter. you looked at katniss and scoffed.

johanna was sitting on the other end of finnick and smirked, “it’s funny seeing katniss argue with you, y/n. it’s like she didn’t see you brutally murder all the other tributes in just under a few days.” she stated it like a fact, which you couldn’t deny it was and katniss shrunk slightly under the weight of johanna’s words.

“i would just calm this whole thing down,” finnick spoke, “for your own safety, katniss.”

although you didn’t need other people to speak for you, it felt nice to have people back you up.

peeta rushed a whisper to katniss, “she’s the death dealer, haymitch warned us.” and katniss felt even more small even as her fellow tribute agreed with the rest of them.

you and finnick took your time before leaving the room you were in. you grabbed his hand as he led you out into the room where suddenly, the whole picture painted itself together. you had a bunch of finnick’s plan but seeing haymitch and the gamemaker with him, it all made sense even more.

“son of a bitch.” you scoffed and laughed when you saw haymitch, “i should’ve known your scraggly ass had something to do with this.” you walked over, limping slightly due to your injuries and felt haymitch envelope you into a hug.

“im glad you’re alive, kiddo.” he laughed.

katniss felt confusion draw on her face and finnick bent down to explain, “her mother was a schoolmate of his before she left to marry her dad. she grew up visiting him because her grandmother still lived in district twelve.”

katniss eyes lingered on finnick’s face before she nodded intently. finnick nodded and walked over to you, hugging you from behind, “i’m so glad you’re alive too.” he kissed your head and looked into what haymitch had drawn before him.

you looked at katniss and for a brief moment, you could see the captivating girl everyone had been so hung up on to protect. but when you blinked, she faded and all you saw was a shadow.

[peakyblindersxx]

now i cant stop thinking about breeding kink w Tommy since yesterday, ive never expected to like it so much but now all i think about is like a reader that wants to have a baby but Tommy's like "not now, its not the right time"etc but one day when he sees esme pregnant and john happy or something like that he decides to change his mind and get his wife pregnant too lmao i mean if youd want to write that then id die happily but if not its fine omg

a/n: soo, i made this fic tommy x wife!reader (cause i’m a sucker for tommy being soft for you & only you. can you blame me) and i fucking loved writing it, especially since i’m rewatching and s1 tommy has me all the way absolutely fucked up (not even gonna talk about john cause i’ll probably die). ngl there’s not much plot but it’s still cute imo, hope you like it!!

love, abi xxx

give you what you need - tommy shelby x wife!reader

warnings: nsfw! smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, just a whole lot of filth but i mean it’s tommy what can i say

Esme was waddling. Her stomach protruded from her body so far she could barely even get her arms around her stomach anymore. “Just what we need, another fuckin’ kid,” John had griped, but you could see his ocean blue eyes sparkling with adoration every time she shuffled into the room. In all truthfulness, you were a bit jealous. You’d broached the subject of children with Tommy before, but it was always met with resistance. You understood where he was coming from; he didn’t want to expose them to the life you were living. Yet, beneath it all, you knew what a good father he’d make. You saw through to his tenderness: the gentleness in his voice when he cared for a sick horse; the fierceness with which he protected Finn. Tommy didn’t like to admit it, but he was kind to those who were vulnerable.

Yet, something had changed in the way that Tommy was looking at you, crystal clear blue eyes fixed on your figure. You liked it when he looked at you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Was it so wrong to crave someone’s attention like this? You wouldn’t know, unable to control yourself when it came to him. It was ridiculous, how he could rile you up with just a look. Was he really thinking about you underneath him? Right here, in the middle of John’s living room?

“Wanna get out of here, sweetheart?” Tommy leaned close to you, mouth hovering next to your ear. You could smell the whiskey on his breath, mingling with yours. That combined with the smell of his cologne was sending you into a tizzy, the gin and tonics you’d consumed adding to the problem. 

“What’s wrong, Tom?” You questioned, eyes looking up at him. He chuckled.

“Nothing's wrong, darlin’. Just been out all day, yeah? S’gettin late,” Tommy drawled, lips brushing against the skin of your neck. His eyes said everything his mouth didn’t. 

“Alright,” you relented with a soft smile, letting him tug you towards the door, giving a hurried goodbye to his other brothers. People stared, but didn’t dare say anything. Who would?

Tommy had the two of you home in less than ten minutes. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He didn’t need to say anything; you knew what was on his mind from the way he had pressed you against the car, nipping lightly at your neck before he opened your door for you with a devilish smirk. God, he made your head spin. It wasn’t long before he had his hands on you again, broad shoulders flexing as he carried you up the stairs, grinning cheekily at your laughter before closing the bedroom door behind you and immediately boxing you in against it, his calloused hands slipping under your flimsy peach dress. You whimpered, earning a chuckle from him as his lips grazed your collarbone, breath hot against your skin. 

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you being as pregnant as Esme was,” Tommy groaned, hiking up your dress as he took the chance to press his cock against your core, hard and thick through his dress pants. “How fuckin’ angelic you’d look, belly full with my child.” 

You couldn’t help your reaction to the words spilling out of his mouth, hips bucking slightly against him as you reached down to free his cock from its confines, savoring its heaviness in your hand as you guided him towards your already wet heat. Was it wrong to want this as badly as you did?

“Want you to fill me up, Daddy,” you moaned, the fond nickname having the effect you wanted as Tommy practically growled, making quick work of the peach number, revealing the white lace lingerie set you wore underneath. He couldn’t help but stop and stare, in an attempt to memorize just how gorgeous you looked, begging for him, of all people. “Want you to put a baby in me.”

Tommy snapped. In an instant, you were on the bed, legs flung over his shoulders as he pressed himself into you, your dripping core stretching at the girth of him. You couldn’t help the obscene mewl you let out, Tommy reveling in your desperate state. He quickly picked up the pace, cock bumping up against your cervix in a depravedly sweet sense of fullness. 

“This what you wanted, sweetheart? Don’t worry, darlin’, Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Give you just what you need, aye?” He crooned, tone deceivingly sweet for the filth that was pouring out of his perfectly shaped lips. His thrusts grew faster, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head as whimpers poured out of your mouth. Tommy savored each one, taking pleasure in the way you were writhing so beautifully underneath him, toes curling when you came. He couldn’t help but capture your lips with his, reveling in the way you moaned into his mouth when he fucked himself into you. You were a fucking vision, and you were his. He was going to make sure everyone knew it. 

“Tommy, please…” You were so far gone, you couldn’t finish your sentence. Tommy had already fucked you through four orgasms, pace relentless, and he wasn’t letting up. You almost thought he enjoyed seeing you like this: needy, touch starved for him and only him.

“Please what, angel?” Tommy murmured into your ear, groaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around him as he brushed against your g-spot. 

“N-need you to come in me, Daddy,” you managed to get out, vision hazy as you felt your fifth orgasm approaching. 

“Poor baby, want me to fill you up ‘till you’re leakin’, don’t you?” Tommy’s eyes were dark as he watched you nod and squirm, filling you to the hilt as your nails scratched at his biceps. His words themselves almost made you cum again, pussy squeezing around his throbbing cock. Tommy’s mouth met yours in a bruising kiss as he fucked you as hard as humanly possible, sending stars across your vision. He chased your orgasm with his, leaving the insides of your thighs sticky. He couldn’t help but admire his work, a blush spreading across your cheeks as he took his time in drinking you in. 

“Fuckin’ beautiful when you come,” he drawled, reaching for a rag to clean you with. Before he could lift you up and carry you to the bath, you stopped him. 

“Doctor says I should lay on my back for twenty minutes. Helps the chances of the baby forming, or something.”

Tommy wasted no time in closing the space between the two of you once more. “I swear, you’re from heaven.”

[blitzosblog]

My lady - J•S

Summary: When John takes a liking to something or someone, you best believe his posseive and protective side come out to play especially when someone lays there hands on you.

Pairing: John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex.

Rating:18+

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John loved you, everyone knew it and everyone knew where his, his to kiss, to touch, to love, no-one else could do what he did for you or God help them.

He wasn't possessive in a serious issue type of way, but he was worried, worried you may get hurt or taken or some stingy old bloke would try to touch you up, he had complete and utter trust in you, its just John knew the world, you knew it too but not as much as he knew it, you're his little gem, someone whod he'd protect like his family, you were just a innocent little thing, to the world at least, John opened your eyes to another of new things and boy did every bit of excite you.

Everyone knew John's little pet was of limits, so it was amusing when stragglers came along after tour attention.

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Y/N's POV

I walked into the Garrison, looking round till I spotted the small group of men id been looking for, approaching the table I was greeted with hellos by the Tommy and Arthur, taking a seat next to John as he placed his arm round my waist pulling close.

"Hello, love, missed you" he said kissing the top of my head, I put my hand on his thigh turning to kiss his cheek.

"So Y/N, how's our boy treating you" Arthur spome across the table, smiling at me.

"Treating me just fine but he's not around as much as I'd like" I joked nudging him slightly.

"Oi, don't blame me, its bloody Tommy keeping me late!" He defended himself pointing to his older brother, Tommy just smiled and shook his head.

"Well, we'll leave you two love birds now, me and Arthur here have some business to take care of" He spoke, standing and walking out the booth with the eldest brother, they both turned bidding goodbye to the pair of us as we sat and discussed things, a few minutes had passed and Finn and Isaiah came and sat at our booth.

"Hello, you two mjnd if we sit?" Finn spoke as the pair scooting inward to the booth.

"Yeah fuck off" Replied John turning to me.

"Its fine boys you sit" I said whilst getting up from the table.

"I'm going to get some drinks for you lot yeah?" I said looking at the them as they nodded and smiled, I made my iver to the bar ordering three brandys, when a man, I would say and inch taller than John approached me, he had scruffy brown hair and reaked of oil and smoke.

"Ello' love, tell are all the women as pretty as you?" He asked staring down at me like I was a piece of meet.

"I'd assume so sir" I replied.

"Well, whats a pretty piece like you doing here alone?" He asked as he slide his hand down my waist to my bumper, I turned and slapped him.

"I'm not bloody alone you pig, don't ever touch me again" I shouted gaining the attention of everyone, the room went silent as stared at the man holding his cheek.

"You- YOU LITTLE BITCH" he yelled grabbing my arm and shoving me to the ground harshly, before I knew what was happening, John had the man kn the ground beating the life out of him as isaiah helped me to my feet.

"Y/N are you alright?" He asked noticing my dress had ripped up the arm and blood was coming out slowly.

"Bloody hell John she bleeding!" Shouted Finn, gaining the attention of the young man, he stopped beating the offender and walked over to me.

"I want him and his mates out of here now!" John demanded, men came and dragged the man bruised body out with his friends.

"We're going home" he whispered as the two younger boys went and sat down again, we said goodbye to the two and left quickly, the drive home was silent, i was wiping away blood from my arm, luckily it was more a scratch than a cut so the worst of it was the rip in your dress, once at home John practically rushed you inside the house, dragging you to the bedroom, rushing of to the bathroom and back and forth.

“John, love please can you just slow down?!” I asked watching him pace, he stopped facing away from me.

“He fucking hurt you” he gritted out turning to me, looking at my arm, now clean and the scratch was drying up.

“My love, im fine, ill need a new dress maybe but the worst that happened was him groping me” I attempted to reassure him, his eyes shot up to me.

“He what!?”

I looked over his face, his tense attitude and narrow eyes, I’d seen this before when he got angry or possesive.

“It’s not like it matters love, it happens” I said playing with his shirt buttons.

“It happens, what you let other men touch you like? that touch what mine!” he asked, lifting my legs to wrap them round his waist at the edge of the bed, reaching round to undo my dress.

“John I don’t le-” I began talking as he pushed the top of my dress down my shoulder and torso, lifting my bum and dragging the rest to the floor kicking it to the side, kissing his way up my neck.

“if men like that think they can touch you I need to show them you’re mine!” he said sucking at my sensitive skin, unbutton his shirt, pulling away from me to push it off; I sat up tugging at his belt chucking it to the side with my dress.

"Someone's eager" he said, pulling his trousers down.

"Those too" I said motioning to his briefs, as I undid my bra and pulled my under wear down, the pile of clothes now completed with both our clothes., he joined me on the bed pushing me up, his length hard against my thigh, he began kissing my neck again leaving numerous hickey against my skin then feeling of his mouth locking, sucking and nipping at my skin was amazing I could feel the wetness between my legs grow as my hands gripped at his biceps.

"Darling please I need you please" I begged him winding my legs round his waist tight.

"You sure you don't want the other bloke?" He asked mockingly.

"Please John, please!" I practically yelled, he smirked down at me, unwinding my legs and turning me over onto my stomach, pulling my bum into the air as my chest laid flat on the bed.

"I said I'd show people your mine and now I'm showing you, you're mine" he said pushing into my quickly, giving me no time to adjust as he thrusted, drawing his hand back and bringing down hard on my back side.

"Ah~ darling!" I moaned gripping the bedsheets as he drew his hand back and bringing it down repeatedly, leaving a red handprint on me.

He wove his hand into my hair, making a ponytail pulling me back against his chest fucking upward into me.

"You feel fucking amazing doll" he groaned into my ear, I could feel myself tightening around him.

"Gonna cum love?" He asked pushing in deeper.

"Ah~ mghn~ please John!" I said pushing back onto him.

"Ugh~ fuck love I'm cumming!" He moaned as he filled me, helping me ride out my high, he pulled out of me falling beside me, I leaned over placing my head and hand on his chest cuddling into him, he stroked me back as we laid together.

"You okay love?"

"Yes John"

"Good, hopefully seeing those people will know not to touch taken goods" He spoke smiling down at me, kissing the top of my head, laying back and relaxing.

"I'm only yours love" I spoke.

"And I yours"

Masterlist here

[breakingbadfics]

Thought Experiment Part 3

Do it again, my way.  

So this one gives me a degree of creative libery because I’m adhering to a simple premise of “give rey a girlfriend and eventually get to the point where they can beat the tar out of kylo ren.” 

There is no “rogue sith” outlier in my version of this story and so my version of “The Sith Resurgence” wouldn’t even be named that. but I’ll continue to refer to it as “my version” simple for ease of use. 

The story begins With Han Solo, Chewbacca, and a girl. they’re in a piece of shit ship that they’ve been using while they hunt down the millenium falcon. 

This girl is simply refered to as “Kara” 

The story of episode 7 plays out as it had in the movie. up until Rey and Finn meet Han and Chewie, this is the reveal of Kara proper and the eventual reveal that Kara is in fact running with Han and Chewie because her father Luke Skywalker entrusted her to them. 

Yeah we’re going there. Mara Jade is canon in this version of the story, She and Luke had a baby. The eventual reveal being that Kara was increcibly young and hadn’t begun any force training when things went south with Ben Solo, and Mara Jade died protecting her child as a building collapsed in on her. 

Racked with guilt over failing Ben Solo, and Leia. Luke chooses to go into seclusion, and (while a bit fucked up) chooses to hand Kara over to his sister and brother in law knowing that they’ll lead her right and it’s really the only thing he can think of that would even start to make up for screwing up with Ben.

Kara Skywalker takes heavily off Han having spent a large chunk of her life with him, she’s exceptionally care free, an exceptional shot when given the chance but has the kind of take no shit attitude from Leia. She’s been living under the assumption her real father died in an accident she’s too young to remember, but is suddenly shocked with surprise to find that not only is he not dead but the primary goal of the Resistance is to find her dad so she leaps at the chance to join Rey and Finn 

Kara is also the first to get the crush on Rey, and Kara tends to be a more grounding empathetic kind of source for Rey who would over the sort be more angry with things. 

We also don’t mince words here, Kara’s gay, Rey has never had a relationship with anyone long enough to realy know what she likes, but she likes Kara. and they’re in a relationship somewhere between the ending of 7 and 8. Kara is the one who declares her feelings and Rey wants to try. 

The Majority of the events of Episode 7 playout as normal but keep the aspects that foreshadow the forcebond. Then on top of that  this version of the story we’re going to make Kylo Ren a threat. regularly showing off just how often he’s willing to make examples of everyone around him to the point that the scene where he force chokes a dude after he proceeds to carry him by the throat out into the front to display his death to a bunch of other first order officers to make a show of it. if you are going to have Kylo Ren be a piece of shit scum of the galaxy bad guy, you make him do the bad guy shit. 

Han Solo Dies and now it’s compounded. This is a man who’s now a father figure to two young women; Rey and Kara, and with the latter being much more closely tied to him, witnessing the death of the man who raised her being a galvanizing event that makes he have zero empathy for her cousin. 

The events of episode 7 end in roughly the same fashion with that leg of the story ending with Kara and Rey staying with the resistance until Finn is no longer in a coma. 

Episode 8 begins with Rey and Kara participating in the easrly space battle and the bombing run at the start...well I’m split between it doesn’t happen at all, or it’s happening with out a hitch. So I guess for the sake of things they remain more or less the same. 

Meanwhile Finn comes out of his coma, Rey and Kara grab him and they shoot off to find Luke Skywalker. 

Meanwhile Poe ends up getting tagged up with Rose. Rose having a lot of words to say to poe and a lot of things to guilt him for. He is in effect responsible for her sister dying and she’s basically going to stay stuck on him, during this event they both decide to go find the master code cracker on canto bight. 

We get to Ahch-to. 

Theres a lot of emotion. Anger, sadness, screaming. This is the reuniting of a father and daughter. the daughter having trhought her whole life her was dead. There ids a lot to go over 

assume a couple of chapters are devoted to explaining everything from luke to kara, and rey, and everything involving Ben Solo. 

This is also the formal introduction of the force bond. The Force Bond serves the same literary purpose and ultimately creates the same kind of back and forth that Rey and Kylo Ren are able to speak to one another, but not physically interact. While still antagonistic it does allow them to have a slightly better angle at “Seeing each others point” but it’s made very understood that Rey has zero romantic desires towards Ben Solo, that said, it’s also a little less likely that Ben Solo is going to die. 

Canto Bight goes like this Rose and Poe go looking for the master code cracker, and...get both. The Benicio Del Toro, and the weird sauve dude. the fake cracker and the real one present two sides of neutrality. during interactions Poe and Rose find out that The true master code cracker has accepted jobs from both the resistance and the first order on more than one occasion, never once informing one or the other of how he refuses to stick to one side and boldly showing pride in how he’s taking advantage of both sides, the del toro cracker is...what you saw  in the movie, the guy pushing the whole “the only smart move is to not bother trying to get involved, and when you do get out as quick as you can”  Rose and Poe hate both of them equally, and they both die before episode 8 is over. 

Episode 8 ends similiar to the movie but with some changes minor and major. it’s both Kara and Rey that help the resistance escape from the first order, both of them doing the clearing rocks with the force thing. This is effectively the moment they cement theirselves as a couple. 

and second Luke doesn’t die. There’s no overlying reason. I just don’t think Luke has to die. 

Well there’s one. sometime around chapter 30 of the sith resurgence there’s a discussion had with the protagonists where there’s mention of who knows how many force sensitives are actually in the resistance and have never known it, and this is brought up as a cool “maybe we can do something with that” which is very hastily dashed away because the only person capable of teaching the force is Aliana and Leia dislikes her, so the idea is tabled. 

So in my hypothetical Luke doesn’t die and basically goes on to start training Finn, Rey, Kara, and a handful of students pulled from both in the ranks of the resistance. it’s recognized that he himself is fallible and that he should not be seen as the be all-end all of the jedi philosophy, only someone who gets the ball rolling

Episode 9 shows that Kylo Ren assumes what he believes to be his true nature and rises to the ranks of Sith lord, submerging himself in the teachings of all kinds of sith lord holocrons. Though it’s slow, arduous, and difficult when every once in a while he’s pulled back when Rey talks to him as Ben. 

Rey and Ben’s relationship should be understood as complicated, but when I say complicated, I mean there’s a strained notion of listening to each other but taking a heaping of salt along with it. Rey does not take shit at all, she recognizes that Kylo Ren’s identity is a security blanket designed to make him look strong. through the times they see and talk to each other using the force bond she very frequently talks over him and through him, she doesn’t call him kylo ren, she doesn’t accept him as Kylo Ren.  Rey is effectively in charge when they talk. However sooner or later something cracks and Ben becomes human...kinda. Rey does not consider Ben her friend, nor does she feel put upon to try and redeem him. 

More that Rey realises Ben might not be totally in control of his actions

The events of this version of episode 9 are much more personal. more contained. it’s obvious that the first order are going to lose, but everyone is waiting to basically find out what they’ll do as their last ditch effort. 

The plan? a last ditch effort to take out corruscant, destroy the entire galactic republic by way of eliminating the entire governing body. 

How are they going to do it? The Death Star. Kinda. 

So the first order very quietly start scavenging and eventually found themselves pulling the debris and other things off the Second Death Star, They rebuild the Super Laser, it can only fire once, and there’s a 50% chance that the things will explode, cuasing unknowably large amounts of collateral damage. 

Hux has checked out mentally. Phasma is quietly planning a coup because holy shit the supreme leader is suicidal. 

And he is suicidal by the way. 

Ben Solo is possessed. By what? The ghost of Snoke. It’s a very gray area but Snoke, like any abusive parent figure wants to live vicariously through their child, and in being killed by Ben at the end of episode 8 allowed him to do so very literally. 

because lets go all the way in with how blunt this metaphor for being manipulated into hate groups can be 

The stories final battle is effectively setting over corruscant, a complete mess of an affair with the planet doing what it can to evacuate, the fully ammassed Republic and Resistance forces fighting against a first order with nothing to lose and have fully embraced their existence as a suicide cult. 

Ben Solo, and Snoke fight each other mentally, while fighting Rey and Kara. There are Knights of Ren, who are fully aware of the situation with Kylo Ren, so there’s this huge fight where our three story focuses are fighting each other, while also occasionally fighting the villains henchmen, who are also occasionally trying to beat the shit out of Ben when he wrestles control of his body. 

Kylo Ren is killed. Snokes spirit dies. Rey stabs him through the stomach, and pull it out through his side. 

Ben Solo lives. 

In the end Kara is the one who chooses to use the Force healing tactic to heal Ben Solo. citing simply that he has no reason to not live, be that turning himself over to the authorities, trying to rework himself. The simple point is he has to attone in some way, and that isn’t by dying. 

The story ends with Rey and Kara celebrating, the republic and the resistance celebrate victory. 

The end. 

I’ve been working on this for days and it feels rushed here and there and I ‘m trying to not sweat to much detail on somehting dumb like this. 

[plainvanillapotato]

the 100 diaries S2 E6

quarantine diaries: may 28 2020

season 2 episode 6: “Fog of War”

thats a nice map clarke. but how does she remember this much information about the mount weather cuz she wasnt even there that long. does clarke have photographic memory??

yeah clarke. i wouldnt know what to say to finn either. but look at prettyboy bellamy trying to defend finn. like he shouldnt because what finn did was absolutely terrible but good for him. stay loyal my dood

enter finn looking real jealous of bellamy. i mean he should be. cuz lets all be honest. no one can compare to prettyboy bellamy

fuck off murphy. why is murphy pretending that he just part of the gang now? and why he gotta joke about my boy monty like that??? do not apply salt to my wounds. other people may like you but bygones are not bygones just yet. i remember what you did. but also i cant believed that they actually pardoned finn? is he seriously not gonna get punished?! 

mount weather crashed the exodus ship?! sooooo question for y’all: did mount weather also sabotage the landing of the 100?? like they were meant to land on mount weather but they didn’t. is this ever clarified later in the show??

mom saying that clarke isnt a soldier and yet she sent clarke down here. knowing there was a good chance she would die. bitch. you dont even know. abby youre little girl has killed in cold blood before. but i guess these two are not ready for that conversation yet.

“assimilate them to the gene pool” bc ofc these people didnt just take in these kids out of the goodness of their hearts. these people are sick...

also i know that dante is playing the good guy in this situation saying that he wont put the kids in cages like animals but is willing to just that to grounders? what kind of message are you sending here buddy??

side note: does anyone else think that dante’s son looks like a Jim carrey wannabe

again jaha and kane. what are the odds? who would have thought? not me. my crack ship is not done yet

yeah the louder and the more you shout you come in peace kane the more i believe it. 

you can’t be friends with everyone jaha. dont you remeber the last time you trusted be they sold you.

18. 18. 18 people were killed. FINN. FINN. FINN. there do need to be some repercussions

maya and jasper look like they could be siblings. both pale. both dark hair.

why does finn have a gun?? yes finn they need to keep an eye on you. what do you think youre going to do? i think youre gonna shoot people finn. thank you for putting the gun down. 

umm i dont think that it was accident. like i get that youre mentally unstable dude but 18 people? thats a big ‘accident’ id just prefer if you owned up to it.

ofc the acid fog comes now. the fricking art room..... the dead body is still there isnt it

ofc one of the guards die just to be more dramatic 

damn they really should have cleaned up the dead body. plus it must stink. and yet there is finn with that face saying ‘don’t look at my past sins clarke’ as he runs to cover the body

youre telling me that tents really protect against the acid fog it looks as thin as a person’s shirt. 

yeah finn you are the enemy. ‘you don’t look at me the way you used to.’ yah bro you killed 18 people but you dont see that bothered by it. also i know honest is the best policy but telling clarke the honest truth of how you got her watch back may not have been the best move.

“come on they gave us cake”-jasper trying to convince the others to donate their blood (21:15) this is the strongest argument i have ever heard in my life.

monty keeping his priorities straight. i stan! and i just love how done he is with maya. i straight up laughed when she came in with that notebook!!! are they making maya a good character now??

“because the standard treament sucks compared to you.”-maya trying to flirt with jasper lol

big yikes when maya revealed the grounders. ‘everyone knows but no one talks about it’ waht? i shouldnt be surprised tho considering all the shit that goes on in america that everyone know thats going on but doesnt talk about because it makes certain people feel uncomfortable

“die” - monty (23:35) YES MONTY YES MONTY. monty is officially my favorite character! 

the fog is a weapon. did not expect that. 

oooh no. carol of bells. indeed. as in bellamy “bells” coming in to be a badass.

its your boy lincoln!! and he does not look good. what are you doing octavia? you still want licoln after you just saw him feast on a human? this girl need to have higher standards.

side note: so reapers are basically modern zombies and if they have zombies in this show they can have vampires. so i stand by what i said before. these mountain people are just modern vampires literally sucking the blood and life out these poor 47 kids. and just when we thought they caught a break with all the cake

honestly im surprised that kane is still good. i thought that he was gonna turn evil. also these grounders have it wrong. at least during the fight between wells and murphy bellamy gave wells a knife to have a fair fight

preston burke becoming a doctor again!! cue grey’s anatomy theme song

seriously what is lexa doing here….oooh theyre smarter than i thought. we love female leaders. she be out here being sly. though not going to lie i still prefer anya.

alternatives for Octavia calling for lincoln **lincoln dear come hither** or **hey demon lincoln its yah girl octavia** 

‘neither do i’ awww finn. i feel sad for you but at the same time. you killed 18 people. i reaaaally dont know how the writers are going to redeem finns character. 

jaspers face tho when dante turned his back was like bitch you dont know whats coming to you.

yikes when dante grabbed his sons neck. but also his name is cage. ironic because mount weather is a cage

did raven just say to finn to suck it up? ummmmmmmmmmmm

JAHA!! 

[sushigirlali]

If You Don't Love Me, Lie To My Face - Part I (Reylo Fanfic)

Part I | Part II | Part III | Epilogue 

Summary: Grifter!Rey helps U.S. Senator Leia Organa's son, Ben Solo, out of a jam when a couple of muggers invade her turf. Afterward, she debates robbing the rich American herself, but can she protect her heart while stealing his?

Pairing: Rey + Ben Solo | Finn + Poe Dameron

Rating: E

Continuity: Modern AU

A/N: For the first time ever, I’ve actually written most of the story before I started posting! I think it will be way less stressful since I don’t have to “keep up” with updates. New chapters will be posted each Friday. Enjoy!

Master list –> AO3 | ff.net | Tumblr

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If You Don't Love Me, Lie To My Face - Part I

By: sushigirlali

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Kennington, London

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There are moments in life that make you question everything that came before. A look from a stranger, an incident at your job, a terrible movie... things Rey Niima was usually able to push past without pause, but tonight, she was finding it extremely difficult to ignore the feeling that her life was about to change forever.

"Hey, give us your wallet!" A pair of brawlers had cornered a man at the mouth of a nearby alley, drawing Rey's attention as soon as she stepped out the back door of her favorite pub, The Black Prince.

"Excuse me?" the would-be victim responded indignantly. His voice was deep with an American lilt, his stature intimidating.

Did these fools really think they could steal from a man like that? But then, not all criminals were as intelligent as her.

"You heard me! I want your wallet!"

Rey hung back from the potentially violent situation unfolding before her, sizing up the assailants. Their outfits were all black, including the ski masks covering their faces, but she couldn't see any identifying marks or gang affiliations. "Must be lone wolves," she thought.

There was something familiar about the tall one doing the talking, but she couldn't place them. It probably didn't matter, though, because the redwood with the nice accent looked like he could take the both of them with one hand tied behind his broad back.

Still, for some reason, she was finding it hard to walk the other way. Definitely not because the man was the most striking person she had ever seen. No, it had to be due to the fact that these bums were causing a ruckus on her turf. At least, that's what she kept telling herself, frozen to the spot as she was.

"Listen, I just got done volunteering at a shelter all day and just want to get home. Please allow me to leave unmolested."

"Volunteering at a shelter?" she muttered under her breath. "Well, fuck. But it's not your business, don't get involved." Rey was turning around to go back inside the pub when the sound of a gun cocking drew her up short.

"Don't make me repeat myself again, pretty boy."

"Whoa, hey, there's no need for that!"

"Then empty your pockets! Now!"

"No," he said crossly. "Put that thing away before somebody gets hurt."

"Dammit," Rey groaned, retrieving the silver baton clipped to her belt. Sometimes, she really hated having a conscience; in her line of work, it was a real liability.

"Hey, get your hands off me!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," she growled, resolutely stalking toward the turbulent scene. "Oi! You lot!"

The big guy and his sidekick paused to look in her direction. "What?" the leader said in a surprisingly feminine voice.

"Not a guy," Rey mused. "Based on your absolutely abominable bullying technique, I don't think you're getting that guy's wallet any time this century, so why don't you just leave him alone and move along."

"Excuse me?" the woman said threateningly.

"I'm sorry, did I stutter?"

"You move along, little mouse, this doesn't concern you!" the shorter guy spat.

"You do know who's neighborhood this is, don't you?" Rey said tauntingly.

"Yeah?" the first one said dismissively. "So what."

"So, knock it off! We don't need the fuzz coming down here because some hooligans are roughing up a foreigner."

"Hooligans?! And who the fuck are you?"

"Me?" Rey sneered, flicking the baton out to the side so that it extended into a long poll. "I'm no one."

"Phas," the skinny guy said nervously, obviously recognizing her at last, "we should go."

Rey had never been so proud of her reputation as a grifter who was just as likely to steal an expensive piece of art from the peerage in an elaborate heist as kick a thug's ass in the street.

"But the boss—"

"He'll understand."

"But—"

"Phas!"

"Fine. But don't think this is over!" the woman yelled before running off with her companion.

"Well," the American said slowly, "that was an experience I never wish to repeat again." He smiled at her. "Thank you," he said sincerely.

"You're welcome," Rey replied gruffly, still riding high on adrenaline. "Do you always walk around by yourself at night in a city not your own?"

"Do you always save unsuspecting passersby from thieves?" he retorted.

Her phone went off, but she didn't answer it. Up close, the man was even more attractive than she had initially thought. "Suit looks expensive, too… and is that a Breitling?" Perhaps it was her lucky night after all. "Only if they're handsome," she said smoothly.

"Oh, uh…" he flushed at her compliment.

"Hmm… not the reaction I expected." It was kind of refreshing, though. "Sorry, I—ugh, one sec," she said as her cell went off again. "My brother," she explained, checking the caller ID. "I have to take this or he'll just keep phoning until I pick up."

The man shrugged, "No problem, I'll just wait over here." He stepped up onto the curb and walked a few paces away.

Rey nodded and lifted the phone to her ear. "What?" she said shortly.

"Who's the stiff?" Finn asked without preamble.

"Nobody."

"Right," he huffed. "Are you working him?"

"Undecided, stop pushing."

"Whatever you say, Rey. Just be careful."

"I will. Where are you anyway?" she said, humored by his tough older sibling act.

"Hanging outside the pub, just around the corner. Why? You need me?" Finn teased.

"No, I'll catch you later. Don't wait up." She ended the conversation before he could respond and stuffed the phone into her back pocket. "Sorry about that, uh…?"

"Ben," the stranger supplied, moving closer again. "Ben Solo."

"I'm Rey," she said, holding out a hand.

Ben's lips quirked and he gave her a firm handshake, his huge hand dwarfing hers. Rey felt a shiver run up her spine at the brief contact, but she shook it off.

"So, what's that for?" he indicated the weapon still in her hand. "Joining the circus?"

"No," she grinned, "it's a bo staff. I use it for self defense."

"And the defense of others," he said warmly.

"On occasion." She folded the bo staff back into a baton before reattaching it to her belt.

"Can I get you a drink?" he nodded toward the pub. "To say thank you?"

"I was actually on my way home before I… bumped into you."

"I could… walk you home? If you want." He didn't sound desperate, but it was a near thing.

"I'm not from around here," she said evasively. She couldn't really bring him back to her base of operations, which was only a few blocks down the street, but she didn't want to stop talking to him either. "What a dilemma."

"No? Where are you from then?"

"Nowhere."

"Okay… Well, I promise I'm not a pervert or a serial killer or anything," he said earnestly, "so you can come back to my hotel with me if you want. It's late and I'd hate for anything to happen to you."

She crossed her arms. "Because I'm a woman?"

"Hey, I'm 6'3" and double your weight and I almost got jumped like ten minutes ago," he reminded her. "It can happen to anyone."

"Fair enough," she allowed, lowering her defenses. "Still…"

"I can call my security detail if you want verification that I'm not a psycho," he offered. "I'd just like the opportunity to get to know the woman who saved my hide."

Rey's interest sharpened. "That's sweet, but uh… security detail?"

"Yeah," he said nonchalantly. "My mother is a U.S. Senator. I'm in town on her behalf. She was supposed to come herself, but her re-election campaign is heating up and she couldn't spare the time."

"You disapprove," she said perceptively.

Ben's dark brows shot up. "Yeah, actually. You a mind reader, Rey from nowhere?"

"Something like that," she smirked. "I prefer the term grifter."

"Grifter?" he said curiously. "What does that mean, exactly?"

"Oh, you know," Rey winked for effect, assuming the privileged American was about to run in the opposite direction, "I swindle rich people out of their valuables by preying on their weaknesses. Basically, I'm a professional bad guy."

Ben looked hopelessly confused by her explanation. "But you just helped me."

"Well, sometimes I like to help out the little guy." Rey looked him over. "Little big guys too."

"Like Robin Hood?" he said, disarming her with a crooked smile.

"What? I wouldn't say I'm—I'm a hero or anything," she stuttered.

"Well, you're my hero," he said smoothly, holding out a hand. "That's my driver pulling up over there, in the black Jag. Join me? Please?"

"I… okay," she agreed, placing her hand in his, "but just for a little while." This time, she couldn't ignore the shiver.

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Alarm bells should be going off in her head, but Rey felt perfectly comfortable with her new companion. It was odd, considering her trust issues, but Ben didn't seem to be only interested in her looks. And she knew she looked good tonight, her dark leather leggings were basically painted on and her lacy bra was visible through a mostly sheer black tank top. Add on her subtle smoky makeup and half-up hair style that emphasized her cheek bones and...

"Rey?"

She loved the way he said her name, almost like a caress. "Yes?"

"Are you hungry? I haven't had dinner yet."

"Oh, sure," she said, never one to give up a free meal. Though she did kinda wish something else was on the menu… "What is wrong with you? You just met the man! Note to self: masturbate more."

"Chinese okay?"

Her mouth watered. "Perfect."

"What do you like?"

"Besides you?" she said without thinking. "Uh, I mean—anything, really. Noodles, if they have them."

Ben let her comment pass, but he was beaming. "I like noodles too. Maybe some kind of chicken? Orange?"

"Excellent," she seconded.

"You're easy," he said, but then caught himself, looking horrified. "I mean to order food for, not—"

"It's okay," she laughed, patting his thigh. "I know what you meant."

"Sorry, I haven't done this in a long time," he said sheepishly, catching her hand before she could remove it.

"This?"

"Gone on a date."

"Oh." Was this a date? Rey couldn't remember the last time she had been on one. Pretty much anytime she'd been alone with a man not her brother in the past ten years it was because she intended to rob them.

"Not that this has to be a date," he said quickly, releasing her hand. "Sorry, I keep saying stupid things."

Dammit, but he was cute. "You don't have to keep apologizing," she replied lightly. "Let's just have dinner and talk and see where that takes us." Maybe the night would lead to some fun extracurricular activities, maybe not, but at least she'd be able to case his place. Based on what she knew so far, the guy definitely came from old money. "Just keep reminding yourself that he's potentially a mark, not a boyfriend, Rey."

"Sure," he smiled, looking relieved. "Hey, Poe?" he said to the driver. "Can you pick up some food after dropping us at the hotel? We're starving."

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Ben fumbled a little opening the door, but quickly recovered and ushered Rey inside with a gallant sweep of his arm. The hotel was nice, but not extravagant, something she found odd for the son of a U.S. Senator. Then again, he had apparently been helping out at a shelter all day, so maybe he really was as down to earth as he seemed.

"The bathroom is through there if you need it," he pointed toward the bedroom.

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Okay, I'm just going to grab a quick shower. Poe should be back within the hour, so make yourself at home."

"Can I join you?" she was tempted to say. "Sure, I'll just watch the telly."

Ben nodded and left the room. A few seconds later, Rey heard the water start. Flipping on the TV, she left it on the cartoon channel before having a look around.

There weren't any expensive electronics or pieces of art in plain sight, so Rey could only assume that anything valuable would be in his room. "Oh, well, nothing gained, nothing lost. Better update Finn, though."

Yanking her cell out, Rey sent a quick text to her brother with Ben's name, the hotel's address, and a couple sentences about the modest state of his living room. He answered her almost immediately, sounding concerned.

Finn: Are you sure about this bloke? If you're not there to rob him, I assume that means you're interested in something else?

Rey: Yes? Maybe? I don't know. We just met, but…

Finn: At least text me later, okay? So I don't have to worry

Rey: I will. Love you 3

Finn: Love you too, peanut

Finn: ...check the room safe if you get a chance. Those types of hotels always have them and you never know what might be inside ;)

Rolling her eyes, but knowing he was right, Rey listened for a moment. It sounded like Ben was still in the shower, so she took the opportunity to pop into the bedroom and search his closet. A standard issue hotel safe was at the back, surrounded by some very nice black suits.

It wouldn't have been hard to crack the safe if she had her gear, but her heart wouldn't have been in it even if she did. She didn't want to rob Ben Solo, which was a first. Still, she did appreciate a challenge...

"Did you need something?"

Rey whipped around to see her host in nothing but a low slung white towel. "No, I—uh…"

"Would you like something to change into?" he inquired kindly.

Unable to respond with his magnificent chest and long thighs on display, Rey just shook her head in the negative. His brow creased and she felt like a kid who had been caught snooping for Christmas presents. "Shit, shit, shit, I've totally blown it!" Backtracking to the living room, she wasn't surprised when he followed. "What should I do? Oh, god, I don't want him to think…"

"Rey, what you said earlier… about being a… what did you call it? A grifter? Are you—mmph!" he started, unable to complete his thought as Rey impulsively reached up to kiss him.

But instead of pushing her away and demanding an answer, Ben threaded his fingers through her hair and dragged her closer. Taking his response as permission, Rey wrapped her arms around his waist, gripping his bare back as the kiss went on and on.

Somehow, they ended up next to the couch. Rey pushed Ben into a sitting position and climbed onto his lap, rubbing her clothed core against the tent in his towel. "Rey," he whispered, lips trailing down to her neck, "Rey, I want you."

"Yes," she responded as he reached for her waistband. Coming up on her knees, she growled when he yanked her leggings and underwear down her hips with one forceful tug. Things were getting out of control, going too far too fast, but she didn't care; she wanted him too. "Help me," she demanded, legs trapped by the constricting garments.

"I've got you," he huffed, reaching behind her to unzip her black combat boots and pull her pants the rest of the way off.

Meanwhile, Rey tore her top and bralette over her head before going to work on the towel barely covering his lap. "Wow!" she blew out a breath, zeroing in on his ardent erection when it was uncovered. He was big, maybe bigger than anyone she'd ever been with. Would he fit?

"Fuck," Ben sighed, sitting back to stare at her body, "you're beautiful, Rey."

Feeling weirdly shy about the sincerity in his sinful voice, Rey kissed him again in lieu of a response, reaching between them to spread herself for entry.

"Wait," he said, gasping for air, "what about protection?"

"Implant," she mumbled, rubbing her slit against the tip of his penis. "I'm clean, are you?"

"Yeah, I haven't—oh, god—uh, done it in a while."

"Good." She felt strangely possessive of him, this man she had just met. It pleased her that he didn't sleep around. "Fuck me, then. Raw."

Ben slammed his mouth down on hers again, positioning his dick with one hand and gripping her left buttock with the other. But he didn't ram himself home, instead he teased her hole, sliding only a fraction of the way in before retreating. He did it over and over, mimicking the action with his tongue until she was incoherent with desire, squirming, imploring him to fill her…

And then he was, and she found that he fit very well inside her indeed. His thick cock seemed to be made for her, hitting all the right spots and ones she hadn't even known existed until now. "Ben!" she cried, furiously pumping her hips in time with his thrusts. "This is—you're—"

"I feel it too!" he returned, palming her breast and teasing her erect nipple. "From the first moment I saw you, I—"

She licked his mouth, begging for entrance, not wanting to hear his sweet words even as they made her heart soar. He opened for her, but was obviously frustrated that she had cut off his declaration. Before she knew it, the hand squeezing her ass drew back and lightly smacked against her butt-cheek.

"Oh!" Rey jolted at the slight sting, but it wasn't in pain. On the contrary, she requested, "Again! Ben, do that again, please! I'm—"

Knock, knock.

"Oh, shit, Poe's at the—"

"Don't you fucking dare, Ben Solo," she growled, bouncing up and down on him with renewed vigor. But the driver started knocking harder, likely because of the guttural sounds erupting from Ben's throat. "Come on, man, can't you tell we're busy?!"

"But—shit!" Ben hauled her against him, no longer playing, just looking for relief before his friend broke the door down.

Rey found his soft grunts and swears endearing, so she took pity on him and increased her pace even further. "Come for me, Ben," she instructed, grinding down on him with all her might. "Come now and then we can eat. Or you can eat me, whichever you prefer."

The dirty talk seemed to work, because in the next minute, Ben was biting down on her shoulder, shaking with the force of his orgasm. Not far behind, Rey led his hand to her swollen nub, needing just a hair more stimulation to tip over the edge. Almost instantly, his trembling touch sent her into climax. Still vaguely aware of what's-his-name banging on the hotel room door, she pressed her mouth to Ben's pectoral to muffle her cries and came for what felt like ages…

"That—was—amazing," Ben panted, hugging her so tightly she thought she might pop. "The—best—I've—ever—had!"

"Me—too," she couldn't help but admit.

Loosening his hold, Ben cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly. "Thank you."

"Ah—you're welcome," she said, smiling like an idiot. Before she could lean in again, Poe resumed making his presence known.

"Ben? Are you okay? Answer me! Did that woman kill you? Your mother will be so pissed if you're dead." He hit the door again. "Either answer me in the next ten seconds or I'm going to get security!"

"I'm fine, great, alive, whatever!" Ben called back loudly. "And annoyed," he said to Rey. "Go into the bedroom for a minute while I get rid of him."

"Okay," she agreed, gingerly getting up. They both groaned when he slipped out of her, which Rey found gratifying. "Can I use the shower now?"

"Sure, there are towels under the sink. My sleep shirts are in the top drawer of the dresser," he offered.

"He wants me to spend the night?" she mused, feeling giddy and terrified all at once. "Alright," she said aloud, picking up her clothes and disappearing into the bedroom she'd been casing earlier, "call out if you need backup."

"Will do," he chuckled, "will do."

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Ten minutes later, Rey emerged from the bathroom feeling fresh and back in control. Picking a long sleeve shirt out of Ben's dresser at random, she pulled it over her naked body before toweling off her wet hair. The black cotton was as soft as it was big, but Rey didn't mind; it smelled like Ben.

Catching her reflection in the floor length mirror by the closet, she was amused to see that the garment fell to her knees like a sack, giving her already slender body exactly zero shape. "Oh, well, it's not like I plan on wearing it lon—"

A disturbance in the living room suddenly diverted her reverie. Sneaking to the door, she carefully cracked it and peaked out.

"You can't just keep her here!" Poe nearly shouted at Ben.

"Keep your fucking voice down," he snarled back. "You're not my boss or my mother and you can't tell me what to do. I'm a grown ass man!"

"Maybe so, but you're acting like a teenager! You can't just sleep with some chick you picked up off the side of the road when Leia is counting on you to—"

"I told you," Ben said through gritted teeth, "she saved my ass and I wanted to get to know her. I didn't hire her for the fucking night!"

"Could have fooled me," Poe scoffed. "For all you know, she could have been in on the attack and—"

"Get out!" Ben ordered, clearly at his wit's end. "I'll call you when you're needed again, if you are."

"Are you firing me?!"

"Not yet," Ben said grimly, marching to the door and flinging it open. "Just go before I forget that you're my best friend and say something I regret."

"Fine," Poe said, storming out of the apartment. "Let me know when you come to your senses!"

Ben slammed the door shut, then turned around and leaned on it. Scurrying back into the bathroom before he caught her eavesdropping, she started combing her hair, attempting to look natural in case he came in after her. When he didn't, she tried not to feel disappointed.

Leaving her damp hair hanging loose around her shoulders, Rey found him sitting at the dining table in his towel with several brown paper bags in front of him. He looked lost in thought and she hoped he hadn't taken Poe's opinion about her motives to heart. "Wotcher, Ben?" she asked hesitantly.

"Hmm?" he said, looking up at her. "Sorry, I was just...uh…" The arrested look on his face made her toes curl. "Wow, you look amazing."

"This old thing?" she joked, sidling up next to him. "I borrowed it from a mate."

"He has good taste," he said, opening his arms.

"I certainly think so," she said coyly, moving to sit sideways on his lap. Rey curled one arm around his neck and placed the other one on his chest. "Are you still hungry?"

"For food?" he choked, holding her so that she wouldn't slide off.

"Food," she nodded, leaning her forehead against his, "and other things."

One of Ben's large hands inserted itself between her thighs. "These kinds of things?" he murmured. "I think we can—fuck!" he bit his lip as he discovered that she wasn't wearing anything underneath his shirt.

"We can certainly fuck," she teased, "but—oh!" Rey gasped as he stood with her in his strong arms. "Ben? What are you…?"

Before she could get the words out, he'd pushed their dinner out of the way and laid her down on the table. Placing the backs of her knees in the crook of each arm, Ben pulled her forward until her butt was on the edge of the table and her pussy was level with his mouth.

"Having dinner," he said in the most ridiculously sexy tone of voice she'd ever heard, flipping his nightshirt up so that she was bare from the waist down.

"Oh, god!" she whimpered as he lowered his head. "Ben, you don't really have to—ah!" Gripping the back of his head as he started to lick her folds, Rey shuddered every time his long nose bumped against her clit.

"Enjoying yourself?" he said a little arrogantly. "Is this why you came home with me? Cause you wanted me to make you feel good?"

Considering how very well he was treating her, and the uncertainty on his face, she decided to play along. "Yes, Ben, I wanted you the second I saw you!"

He smiled slightly, then resumed tasting her. "So, does that mean you want to come?"

"That would be lovely," she sighed, enjoying the pressure of his wide mouth.

His mouth quirked at that. "Never heard sex described that way before."

"Then you're doing it with the wrong people."

"Oh?" his gaze turned hot. "And how many people have you been doing it with?"

"Not many," she said hurriedly, "and not in a long time."

"Good girl," he said silkily. "So, if I were to put my fingers inside you, would your cunt feel… full?"

"Yes!" she panted, so wet she was dripping onto the table now.

"Let's see then."

Arching her back as he slid two fingers inside her body, Rey realized that she had never really known sexual satisfaction until tonight. She was twenty-five and still basically knew nothing about sex and relationships. "Huh."

Ben stopped moving, lifting his dark head to look at her. "Rey? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," she said dreamily. "I guess I've just never felt this way before."

He held her eyes for an extended moment, amber striking against hazel. "Yeah, me too." And then he was fingering her again, sucking and teasing her slick opening until she was crying out his name in ecstasy.

Afterward, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. Needless to say, they skipped dinner that night.

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Rey grunted as she felt Ben leave the bed the next morning. He had been her heater since the sheets and pillows were strewn about the room. "Come back," she said hoarsely, throat worn from use. "I'm cold."

"Just a moment," he laughed, opening the bedroom door to fetch something from the living room. "Your cell has been going off for an hour straight."

"My cell?" she yawned. Then, "Oh, no." She sat bolt upright. "Wait! Don't—"

"Rey?" Ben called in disbelief. "Who the fuck is Finn?"

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A/N: I love Kingsman and always think about Rey being a punk with a heart of gold like Eggsy. I didn't include the spy angle, but I was able to visit The Black Prince, where scenes were filled for the movie, a couple years ago and have fond memories. Anyway, reviews are appreciated! <3 

[ocular-intercourse]

🍂 and 🌹 for any of your ocs! Id love to learn more about them ;0;!

 thank youu!!!

I’ll stick to my main 5 for this one

 🌹 Does your OC have any scars? How and when did they get them?

You know, uh, i’m mostly aware of my tendencies, i know i like scars, and i know i give most of my characters at least one major traumatizing event, but that question really distilled that:

Finn has one in his left eyebrow from where his abusive dad caught him with his wristwatch when he was like.. 19 or something.

Ace has one on his abdomen and back from when his brother tried (or faked trying??) to kill him, pierced straight through with a sword.

Teddy is baby. I assume he has scars here or there like most people do, a scraped knee as a kid or whatever, but none that are super noticeable.

Asher gets a scar in the latter half of his story. He survives a shot to the head when an enemy of his father’s wants to use him to get revenge. He loses a bunch of teeth, has to get reconstructive jaw surgery, and has a scar from the left corner of his mouth to his ear, a piece of ear is missing. With his father’s money and power, he could have gotten more surgeries to reduce scarring and repair stuff but he got so sick of being in the hospital and under direct control of his father that he left the as soon as possible. He might get surgery someday to make it all a bit less visible, but it’s not exactly high on his priority list right now. He’s no fan of looking at himself anyways, and maybe he uses it to torture himself a little for all the things he considers himself guilty of.

Gyo has, hold on let me count for a sec, 12 scars? One he gave himself to escape a slave owner who considered him too ruined afterwards to keep (the facial scar), one he got from when his mentor tried to kill him (the one on his chest) a bunch of scars from his early army days. There are healers in the empire army who can completely heal a wound, but they are not typically available to low rank soldiers. So those are either from when he was too unimportant to be healed that way, or from situations where he did not have access to healers for some other reason. He himself can keep his wounds together if he focuses on it, so he does not bleed out, but that’s about the extent of his healing ability. At some point of the story he gets a mean scar on his back. He catches a poisoned crossbow bolt meant for the prince that does quite the number on his body. I have a handy scar chart for him actually:

🍂 How does your OC think they will die? Does death scare them? Is there any reason for this?

Ah, wonderful question.

Finn does, very violently, try not to think about it. The thought makes him nauseous. He hates thinking about getting older, not only cause dying scares him, but more so cause he does not want to lose the people around him. He feels like the clock is ticking, always, and it stresses him out a lot. He is the kind of person to get panic attacks picturing something bad happening to his family randomly, cause bad shit has happened to him enough to make these kind of fears reasonable to him. On the other hand, he’s very paranoid about somehow someday losing to his depression. He’s manic-depressive, he’s been struggling with suicidal thoughts for most of his life. One of the big reasons he’s not gone through with it yet is because his best friend killed herself when he was 18 or so, and the whole thing was so painful he keeps that feeling in mind and reminds himself of what he would put his loved ones through if he ever decided to kill himself. So, on one side he is 99,9% sure he will NEVER ever do such a thing to himself, but he spends a lot of time afraid of that remaining 0,01% chance of getting into a mental state where he does not care anymore.

Ace does not really care? I don’t think he’s capable of thinking ahead all that much. Also, with him being in a greek-demigod setting dying is a weird concept anyways, with the underworld and all that. He’s honestly probably a bit too relaxed about it. More of an, ah when it happens, we’ll see what to do about it then, kinda guy.

Teddy is in the same setting, but since he is much more attached to other people in his life, specifically his human family, he’s much more troubled about it. Cause he does not know exactly how this works. Do they go to the underworld too? Will he be able to meet them there, or will they be in other areas? Will they suffer? He really does not like the idea of having an eternal afterlife of sorts if he can’t have his loved ones around him. It’s all a lot to think about and he tends to push those thoughts away.

Asher is all like, excuse the Hamilton quote, ‘i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory‘. He wants to die so badly, it’s pretty much always on his mind, cause he’s in a constant state of suffering and fear and stress and pressure and he’s so so done. If it wasn’t for his younger brothers, he would not be alive today. Eventually you can count Devin among the reasons he’s still going on but that would never have gotten that far if he hadn’t forced himself to stay alive to protect his siblings. Maybe without Devin he wouldn’t even have the energy to keep going despite his brothers, that’s definitely one thing Asher keeps telling him. To him death seems like the perfect peaceful solution to all his problems, just an off switch and then it’s finally all over, not feeling anything anymore?? If there is an afterlife, which he would not want, maybe he could see Adam again. Though that thought is equally scary and wonderful. He’s constantly much closer to a complete breakdown and suicide than most people around him expect. He would be very methodical about it too. Cause nothing about that seems scary to him. The second he would make that decision he would have closure, it would be very purposefully, calm and collected. But, as long as his brothers do exist and he still has the power left to protect them he’ll just be this, uh, thing, very zombie like, going through the motions just functioning, puppeteering this body around and trying to feel as little as possible. With Devin around he can even squeeze some joy out of it every once in a while, which is probably one reason he tries to deny his feelings for so long cause that just makes things unnecessarily complicated?? Not having another reason to live was much easier.

For Gyo the thought of death is probably the most distant. Sure, in theory, as a soldier he’s always willing to lay his life on the line, for the empire and especially for the prince. It’s just that he finds the probability of losing in a fight pretty slim. And if it does happen, when the moment comes when he gets to sacrifice himself for the empire, it’ll all be worth it. He has already gotten more out of life than most other people, being technically immortal, un-aging and all. Other than that, he is just way too sure in his own abilities to fear death all too much. Which is a little ironic cause of all my boys he’s the one that actually does die. Said bolt he catches in the back, there’s no cure for the poison, and it reacts more strongly the more supernaturally enhanced a person is. It was pretty much made to kill Gyo (not personally, but people of his caliber) and make him suffer as much as possible on the way out. It’s a slow and excruciating death. The soldiers and medic around want to make it easier on him and kill him outright but Noor forbids it for the slim chance of Gyo somehow miraculously surviving. Cause it’s Gyo?? He can do anything??! But all that does is make him suffer till he does die eventually. (Now that’s a fun guilty conscience for the prince being selfish in that moment). So Gyo goes to hell and brawls his way out of it and he gets a whole new insight into how things work. He did already die in the most painful way possible and came back from it, i imagine that makes him feel even more indestructible than he did before. If he dies again, he’ll just… sell his soul once more? Or more likely, beat up the thing that runs things down there to let him out again? The more time he spends with that entity the less he fears them so there’s a good chance they won’t be able to talk him into any more deals.

[houseswolo]

Day 7 - ‘Tis The Season To Be Thirsting

“That star belongs to me!”

While Rey and Kylo tussle for the star, here are today’s Thristies!

LostInQueue

(Tumblr: @lostinqueue-ffa​ | Twitter: LQffa | Ao3: LostInQueue)

What got you into Star Wars?

Hubs. I never watched it until after I was married. Let's just say my parents were against us watching TV... "go play outside" was all I really knew until hubs and I were married. Heh.

What made you a Reylo? Lightbulb moment!

That was a surprise actually. I mean, I noticed it in the movies, and hoped it wasn't just actor to actress interests there... but I'm a fabric designer and was looking for references for a handful of characters including Kylo to morph into a specific art style (I can't really contractually talk about) when I came across a Reylo anime style piece and that solidified it for me. The more I researched that the more I realized it wasn't just me that thought Reylo was a thing. I'm still squealing about it every time I read reylo fanfic. <3

Why do you write / make art?

Because it is fun and I'm usually inspired by others to go forward with it. I like the excitement it brings to others too :)

Which part of Adam do you like the best? 

His drive. I can get behind that. He's got the looks and that is wonderful, but the drive to be the best and the intensity he's been said to have on screen and on stage is admirable. I'm scared stupid on stage. lol...

Favorite Star Wars Movie

The Last Jedi

What do you like to write / draw / paint the most?

Action in all three. I love the angles, the way the world reacts to cause and effect, all of it. There's an intensity there that I can’t quite explain but I love it!

Your TRoS Prediction

That I'm going to drink too much soda and miss something important.

If you were an aesthetic... (colors, images, feels....)

I'd be warm fuzzy socks and a warm blanket. If I had to be a place though, I think I'd be a tall cliff looking over the ocean at sunset.

If you were a candy bar, what would your name be?

(no idea - totally open for what you guys think)

What's your ideal environment for writing / creating? 

A nice warm room - but not too warm because I will fall asleep.

Are you a dom or sub? 

Dom in life, sub in the bedroom. If I never met you guys, I would NEVER have had the courage to write that. :P

What's the most exotic/wierd place you've gotten intimate?

Field hockey fence... yes... outside at night...

What's your kink?

arms... eyes... hair... yep, definitely arms. Can't go wrong with feeling safe.

Use three words to describe yourself.

Kind, Optomistic, Strong

Meaning behind your nick / ID name

Oh, I always went by another one and sort of wanted to distance myself from it because it’s my gaming ID. But May is my slow month for work and I just finished a huge project by then, because of this I sort of fell down the fanfic hole and started writing in between projects. When I finally had the chance to make an Ao3 LostInQueue was born. It literally means I'm between work and play.

Are you a big spoon or little spoon?

little spoon.

Do you like it rough or soft? 

Rough. I put my all into life, I better get his all... O_O I'm just sayin...

Favorite toy

I can’t honestly say.

Favorite fic you read

Rolling the Dice by our very own MizuPhoenix  - It mixes all of the nerdy awesomeness I never knew I needed in a fic.

Favorite fic you wrote or favorite art you made

While I absolutely love Stars... It's a solid tie between Rey's Mechanics and Triggered. Rey's Mechanics was my first go at an AU and that opened up my nerdiness with Triggered. I've had fun in the craft ever since.

Favorite SW character besides Kylo and Rey

Rose, then Finn, can I have both of them as a favorite?

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Kaybohls

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What got you into Star Wars?

I was raised by a die-hard trekkie. Watching Star Trek was a weekly occurrence and something super special in our family. I have vivid memories of Captain Jean-Luc Picard and pretended to be Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge with plastic headbands over my eyes acting as my visor. When I was still a little girl, I begged and pleaded with my Trekkie single dad to let me see "the space one with the princess" and the rest is history. Headband visors became braid and hair buns, and "make it so" turned into "Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope." Let's save the discussion of my teenaged obsession with Han Solo for another time...

What made you a Reylo? Lightbulb moment!

I'll admit, I had the tiniest inkling of a feeling during the interrogation scene in The Force Awakens that was instantly forgotten the second that Kylo Ren, hot as he may be, killed my first true, love - Han Solo. It took time and many more viewing to understand more about the character, and by the time The Last Jedi rolled around, the INSTANT the first force bond started, I WAS ALL IN.

Which Adam look do you like the best?

It's hard to say, I love when he's in full Swolo mode, but I really can't describe how much I am loving his slimmed down, "normal" Adam look he's been sporting lately.

Which Adam avatar/ role do you like the best?

Kylo Ben, forever and ever. There's some characters I love as well, some I love to hate, but Ben will always be my top pick.

Which part of Adam do you like the best? 

Easy. Dat mouth. His voice. His hands, and his eyes.

Favorite Star Wars Movie

I love ALL Star Wars. Really, I do. They all endlessly fascinate me in their own ways. I can narrow down a favorite from each trilogy, but I am SURE that The Rise of Skywalker will end up at the top of the list.

Your TRoS Prediction

I love to speculate. My friends will agree, and my family will roll their eyes, but the ONLY thing I can predict with absolute certainty, is that I will love it, no matter what. After all, it's Star Wars.

If you were an aesthetic... (colors, images, feels....)

This is probably a question best asked of someone else because, while I am a weaver of words, I find it impossible to do it for myself, haha!

What's your ideal environment for writing / creating? 

My Star Wars shrine of an office and zero interruptions. Music is a must. I get an astonishing amount of work done when I’m locked in a dark room with noise-canceling headphones on.

Are you a dom or a sub?

Dom, definitely.

What's the most exotic/wierd place you've gotten intimate?

A charter bus. How, when, and what is a good story for another time.

Use three words to describe yourself

If I hyphenate, can I use more? Awkwardly-charming. Protective. Clever.

Meaning behind your nick / ID name

It’s a combination of my middle and last names because, for a creative writer, I couldn’t come up with anything more interesting. 😂

Are you a big spoon or little spoon?

BIG SPOON. I can't fall asleep without cuddling my husband's ass. I HATE being the little spoon - don't stifle me with your love!

Do you like it rough or soft?

Wouldn't you like to know? Hehehe....The romantic writer in me wants to say soft...but I'm a naughty girl...

Favorite toy

Lelo Sona - The OG Goat!

Favorite fic you read

I've read so, SO many amazing fics, but there's a few that really stand out. The Sword of the Jedi (Like Young Gods/To Kingdom Come) will FOREVER be glued to my heart.

Favorite fic you wrote or favorite art you made

Stardust. Forever and always. I could write a hundred things and this one would still be at the top.

Favorite SW character besides Kylo and Rey

Can I pick two? Yes? Okay good. HAN and LEIA.

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Chapter 2

 Sex in the garage happened shortly after they finished putting on the rims.  Actually, it was surprising that they finished putting them on.  It was incredibly hot, but it didn’t include what Blaine had initially thought it would, and that was ok.  As they lay post-coital in the back seat of Blaine’s Prius, Kurt gently kissed Blaine’s forehead.

“So,” Kurt bit his bottom lip tentatively.  “Are you disappointed?”

“In what?  The rims?”

“In me.  In what we just did?”

Blaine just stared at Kurt in disbelief.  “What?  No.  Kurt, you just bent me over my car and dominated me.  I’ve never cum so hard in my life.  I could never be disappointed in our sex life.  You’re amazing.  What we do is amazing,” Blaine said, kissing Kurt’s lips tenderly.

“But we didn’t do the rimming thing.  Wasn’t that your fantasy?”  Kurt dropped his gaze down so that he couldn’t see the disappointment in Blaine’s eyes.

“You’re my fantasy, Kurt.  Anything we do together, intimately, is what I dream of.  Do I still want to try it one day?  Hell yes.  But there isn’t much I wouldn’t try if you asked me to. But we have the rest of our lives for that.  Besides, prep and cleanliness are essential, and right now we are filthy,” Blaine chuckled, sliding a finger through the sticky mess on his abdomen.

“Then, I want to try it.  Some day.  In the near future.  When we have time.  Definitely not in the garage,” Kurt giggled a little as Blaine’s fingers moved to his stomach, his fingers dancing in the mess they’d created there.  “When did you say your parents were going on that weekend trip?

Blaine swallowed his breath.  “Next weekend.  “But Kurt, there’s no rush.  No pressure.”

“Boo,  I thought pressure might feel kinda good,” Kurt said mischievously.  

The next thing he knew, he was flipped onto his back, his boyfriend sitting in between his legs, coating lube onto his fingers. “Good, because you’re about to feel some,” Blaine said, sliding a finger into Kurt’s slick heat.

Blaine had been insatiable that week.  It was only Wednesday, and Kurt was exhausted. He took a sip of strong coffee as he scrolled through the article that he had been too timid to read earlier in the week.  

He felt his cheeks grow dark red as he read tip two.  Douching?  Yes, he knew it was imperative that he be clean before they attempted this, but THAT seemed a little excessive.  Then again, Blaine was going to put his tongue there, so maybe it really wasn’t that extreme.  

Speaking of extreme, tip number fourteen was going to be a little awkward.  Shaving,  and the article suggested getting your partner to do it for you.  How was he going to bring that up in conversation?  “Hey baby.  I need you to shave my butthole so you don’t end up flossing while you’re down there.”  Kurt’s cheeks flamed red, and this was only an imaginary conversation.  

He could wax.  Actually, the article recommended it. He had waxed before.  He had done his eyebrows and even manscaped his balls, but he’d never ventured that far back.  That was something they’d have to talk about because if he was going to do this, he didn’t want to embarrass himself.  And he’d have to order the wax because he was out.  

He moved to the tip about lube.  It suggested water-based, natural lubes.  It had suggested flavored lube as well.  They had tried flavored lube before, but Kurt didn’t particularly like that raspberry flavor.  And he wasn’t sure that it was all-natural.  

Then, there was the issue of protection.  There were quite a few risks.  Anal play, in general, had its risks, but the risks involved here were greater.  He and Blaine had only been with each other, so the risk of STD wasn’t really an issue, but there were other things, like infections and bacteria.  They could use tongue condoms, but where the hell would he find things like that.  

He needed a lot of supplies.  He could order the products online, but then he thought about what might happen if someone else opened the package.  What if Finn or his dad opened it?  Or Carole?  God no.  There was no way he was getting that stuff shipped to his house.  

Kurt sighed.  He knew what he needed to do.  He needed to go to a sex shop.   Kurt typed in location of sex shops and found more than one nearby, although he wasn’t sure that he wanted to go to a local one.  For all he knew, he’d walk in and the person behind the counter could be a customer at his dad’s shop.  Nope.  No good. He couldn’t go to one in Westerville either.  He’d be mortified if he ran into a Warbler or something while he was there.  They probably would know Blaine. Or worse.  They could know Blaine’s parents.  Nope.  

He soon found himself overwhelmed by the search results.  He needed advice.  He’d hate to drive an hour out of the way just to be unable to find what he was needing.  But who should he ask?  Puck might know a place, but he wasn’t discreet in the least.  And there was no way in hell he’d ask Finn.  He’d blab to Rachel or worse, to his dad or Carole.  He could ask Sam, the former stripper, but he was also living with him right now, and he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life.  Mike was nice enough, but they weren’t close enough to go to a sex shop, and Mercedes would be mortified.  There was only one person to ask.

“Damn, Ladylips!  I didn’t know you had it in you!  But you know that you can get lube in a drug store, right?  Of course you did.  So, this isn’t about lube.  You want some kinky shit, right?”

“God, Santana.  What I buy here is none of your business.  I told you I’d pay for gas and your lunch, but you have to uphold your end of the bargain.  This never leaves the Navigator or I will enact my revenge on you until one of us dies.  And you know I’ll do it.”

“Yeah, Rachel told us about how you replaced Finn’s axe body spray with spray adhesive.    The whole Glee club thanks you for gluing his armpits shuts.  I could actually breathe in the auditorium for half an hour without gagging.  But anyway, you know I wouldn’t say anything.

Kurt raised his eyebrows in disbelief.  “I do?”

“Look, I know I can be a bitch, but us gays gotta look out for each other.  I appreciate the way you and Blaine stood up for me when I got outed, and I know that you too tried to help Britt pass her Lit class.  Besides, Britt’s birthday is coming up, and I’d like to get her a dil-”

Kurt held up his hand. “Stop!  I don’t want to hear it or I will replace your protein supplement with a laxative.”

“Fine. But you’ve got one hour.  After that, I reserve the right to take photos and post them on your Facebook wall.  Using your anniversary as your password is way too damn predictable.”  Kurt shot her his bitch glare and walked through the entryway. “Wait, do you have an ID?  This place is 18+ only.  

Kurt pulled his fake id out of his wallet.  The one that he had made and not the pathetic one Sebastian had made for him.

“Well, I’ll be damned.  Somebody’s either been hitting gay clubs or he’s been to one of these places before.”

Kurt rolled his eyes.  If only she knew the exact reason that he was here.  She tried to get it out of him on the way here, but he just said something about all natural lube and then turned up the radio and threatened to sing show tunes the whole way if she didn’t drop it.  

Surprisingly, the store was as good as Santana promised, and he left with a Persian waxing kit, a water-based lube sampler with 3 flavors, and tongue condoms.  He also purchased a home enema kit from CVS when they stopped in there, using moisturizer as an excuse to stop.  They made it halfway home when he had to stop for fuel.  Santana remained in the car, distracted by what was in her bag.  Then, he realized it wasn’t her bag.

“Santana, what the hell?”

“So, what do we have here?  Brazilian wax?  Tongue condoms?  Flavored lube?  An ass-irrigation system?  Someone’s gonna eat ass!” Santana practically squealed. “Oh my God!  I can’t wait to try out my new name for Blaine, assmunch.”

“Why don’t you say that a little louder.  I don’t believe the attendant in the back heard you.  And if you even think of calling Blaine that, I’ll make sure that everyone finds out about the time that I helped you get that stain out of your uniform.  You know, that brown one right on the back of-”

“Ok, ok.  Fine.  I’ll come up with something else.  Get it?  Come up?  Oh, come on and get the stick out of your ass so Plasterhead can stick his tongue up it,” Santana cackled, throwing the bag back to him.  

“God, why did I ask you?” Kurt sighed, rolling his eyes. 

“Because you knew I could actually answer your questions.  So go ahead.  Ask me.  Is it awesome?  Yes.  Is it as awkward as hell?  Yes.  If it’s not with someone special.”

Kurt sighed and looked straight out the window.  “Have you ever, um, tasted something gross?”

“Yeah, but I gave Puck a blowjob and that was worse than anything else I’d ever tried.  I don’t know how Quinn stands it.  The sweat.  The hair?  The gas.  Disgusting!  Much worse than anything else I encountered.  I upchucked for a week afterward.  Sue was happy.  I was down two pounds that week.”

“What about flatulence?  I guess I’m worried that I’m gonna-”

“Fart in his mouth?  Yeah, I’m not gonna lie.  It’s awkward.  But that’s what the tongue condoms are for.  I used them before.  I don’t anymore because it just feels better.  I guess the important thing is just to talk about it, up front.  Beforehand.  Talk about what you do and don’t want. Don’t eat anything that causes gas, I mean besides his ass,” she grinned.  “And no teeth.  That shit,” Santana looked away, actually appearing embarrassed for a moment.  “I mean, that stuff hurts.  But Kurt,” Santana grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Ha, butt!  Anyway. There’s nothing like it.  To make someone fall apart that way, to be so intimate.  It’s amazing.”

“Thanks, Santa,” Kurt smiled.  “I knew you were the right person to take with me today.”

Santana just nodded.  “Just one question.  Was this your idea?  Or his.  Because if it was yours, I win a bet I had going with Puck.”

“What?  You told Puck?”  Kurt’s head whipped around and he even swerved a little over the white line on the highway.  

“No.  I didn’t tell him.  But we have talked about it after seeing you and Shortstack limp into glee after prom.  He bet that you two were vanilla, spooning and all that shit, but I surmised that you, with all your sass and need to be in control, said you were probably one kinky S. O B.  Was I right?”

“It was Blaine’s suggestion.  It’s actually a funny story, but it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Santana cackled.  “Em bare assed.  I get it.  But seriously, Kurt.  I just saw your bag with an enema kit in it.  I had it in my hands.  And I told you that Britt farted in my mouth.  How much more embarrassing can this conversation get?”

[everlarkficexchange]

Now Voyager

Written by: @mega-aulover​

Prompt 102: There’s only ONE bed! [submitted by anonymous]

Special Thanks to @everlarkficexchange for hosting the spring fic exchange every year. I’ve been so happy with all of the Everlark stories that have crossed my dashboard. I’ve been trying to keep up. Special thanks to my beta & friend @norbertsmom for her quick Beta work and always inspiring me to write better. Please note their are nods to the movie ‘Now Voyager’ in this fic.

Rated T

Part One of Two

The waves of the ocean sounded beautiful, unlike the advertisements.  Katniss wearily dragged her suitcase behind her, the wheels making a clunking sound on the cobbled streets as she walked from the train station to the Hotel by the side of the ocean. It was hot and steamy and her hair stuck to her neck. All Katniss wanted to do was get to the hotel, check in, and shower.

Her entire life had been flipped upside down because she’d chosen to be safe. Ironically, Katniss avoided love because she considered it reckless and stupid. She’d purposefully chose to be with her childhood friend Gale to avoid what her mother had gone through. When her father died her mother became ill and forgot about her children focusing only on her pain. Katniss, at that tender age of eleven, became the adult in the family and she swore she wanted stability over passion.

Gale, her childhood friend offered that to her. They dated, and as couples do after a certain amount of time together, they became engaged. Little did she know Gale wanted passion and love, something Katniss couldn’t offer him. Days before their small wedding, Katniss walked in on Gale and the cobbler’s daughter in the sack. Oddly enough Katniss was relieved. She quietly called off the wedding and encouraged Gale to pursue Delly.

Her sister Primrose wanted to tear Gale apart when he and Delly eloped just last week. She refused to give them the honeymoon trip. Her sister argued that the person who deserved the vacation was Katniss. Nothing they could say changed her sister’s mind and in the end Katniss was persuaded to travel alone to the honeymoon destination she was supposed to take. Her sister Prim was more than just persuasive, she was like a bull in a china shop. She wouldn’t leave Katniss alone until she took the break. Katniss would rather work and make money, but after weeks of listening to her sister’s arguments, Katniss gave in.  

Her journey began at three in the morning the day before. Trains were the cheapest mode of transportation from district to district, though they took forever. Those with money to burn traveled via hovercraft. Her journey took 21 hours because there was a problem on the rails. The engine broke down and they needed to wait for another. The replacement was derailed causing backups on the main line.

They were stuck in a remote area of the mountains. There  was nowhere for the passengers to go to so they’d been stuck on the train until this afternoon the replacement engine finally showed up. And so here she was, a disheveled grumpy version of herself on the final leg of her trip.  She’d been up for a total of 48 hours and all she wanted to do was get a full night’s sleep.

When she arrived at the hotel the sun was setting. Katniss was greeted by a perky blonde. “Welcome to the Victors’ Village Hotel Suite of District Four, how may I help you?”

“My name is Katniss Everdeen. I believe I have a reservation for a room that is being held?” Katniss pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She didn’t need them, but she felt protected by them, a shield that kept all of the bad stuff away. The day she found Delly and Gale together she hadn’t been wearing them.

“Of course, do you have your Panem Identification Card,” the perky blonde said smiling.

Katniss wanted to roll her eyes, and wondered how the woman was talking without the smile moving from her face. It was like watching a ventriloquist work where the dummy was talkin but the lips of the person handling a dummy weren’t moving. She was speaking without moving her lips.

“Miss Everdeen, you were supposed to arrive here last night,” the blonde said and did that smiling thing that annoyed Katniss.

“I know, I was supposed to arrive here last night but there was a problem with the train that I was on. I called here and I spoke to a woman named Clove who assured me that my reservation would be kept until today,” Katniss politely explained.

“I see,” she said, her fingers flew across the keyboard. “Unfortunately you don’t have a reservation and you should have arrived here yesterday.”

“But I do have a reservation.” Katniss narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath before speaking once more. “I spoke to someone named Clove yesterday afternoon, does someone named Clove work here?”

The blonde’s eyes lit up and she smiled. “Of course I know Clove. We’re roommates.”

“Okay, so I spoke to Clove and she said you would keep my reservation until I arrived here today.” Katniss wondered if the girl had rocks in her head, or perhaps if she had used her face to get her places in life instead of employing her brain.

Without blinking or breaking her smile the girl spoke, “Unfortunately because you didn’t arrive yesterday your reservation is no longer valid.”

Now it was Katniss’s turn to pretend to be a ventriloquist and speak through her teeth, “I’d like to speak to a manager.”

“Okay, hold on for a second.” She picked up her phone and dial a number. “Finn, yeah there’s this woman here who had a reservation but didn’t arrive yesterday.  wants to speak to you.” She nodded, “Okay.” Looking at Katniss the blonde said, “He said he would be right out.”

Taking a deep cleansing breath, Katniss was ready to pull her hair out or leap across the service desk and pull the blonde’s extensions out

“Ma'am, if you could just move away from the service desk while you wait for our manager, that would be wonderful,” the blondet said smiling, not a Katniss but at the person standing behind her. Katniss moved to the side and the man standing behind her walk forward.

He was one of them, another good looking blond. His wavy hair fell over his forehead and he gave the girl a brilliant smile showing off his dimples. Katniss saw real emotion for the first time in the girl’s face; her cheeks turned pink and her eyes flashed. “Welcome to the Victor’s Village Hotel of District Four, my name is Glimmer. How can I help you?”

“Hello Glimmer. My name is Peeta Mellark and I don’t have a reservation here. Are there any rooms available for the week?” From some reason there was something about his voice that caused Katniss’ spine to become tingly. It took Katniss a cool minute to figure out Glimmer was going to give the good looking man a room.

“Of course, we have a suite available for you,” she leaned over the counter. “I was supposed to keep it for some old hag who was arriving today, but I think I can help you.” Glimmer smiled politely and batted her eyelashes at him.

Katniss snapped and slammed her hand on the counter “OH NO YOU DON’T!” Her voice caused Glimmer to look up, shocked.

“Hello, I am Finnick,” the manager came out from the back office looking like he had one too many spray tans. He looked like a golden statue.

“She’s giving away my reservation!” Katniss said tightly between her teeth. She’d had enough. If the situation wasn’t resolved, she was going to blow a gasket.

“I am not. You were supposed to be here yesterday night!” Glimmer pouted and blinked with a blank stare on her perky face.

Katniss turned to the manager. “I called here and spoke to one of your employee’s named Clove who said she would hold my reservation because of the train problems. I just arrived and she says she doesn’t have my reservation, but I just over heard her say she was holding a reservation for a,” Katniss looked at Glimmer, “old hag, but that she was going to give away the room to him, who doesn’t have a reservation.”

Finnick smiled when he saw the man, “Peeta, welcome back to District Four Victors’ Village.”

“Hi Finn,” Peeta smiled.

Katniss couldn’t help the scowl that formed on her face.

The manager turned to her, “Glimmer do we have anymore rooms?”

“Only the suite,” the blonde said, “but it’s for a woman who was left at the altar.”

Katniss turned red when she heard the way the younger woman described her life.

“I am sorry miss. Did you provide Glimmer with your ID,” Finnick asked.

“Yes,” Katniss handed Finnick her ID, “the woman in question is me. My fiance left me for someone else. At the bequest of my family I came here to get away from it all,” Katniss quietly confessed.

“It is your reservation,” Finnick said giving the blonde a look. “But Peeta is one of our best clients.”

“What are you suggesting?” Katniss wasn’t sure she was going to like what Finnick had in mind.

“Share the suite; it’s big enough for both of you. I am sure Peeta is more than willing to pay you for half the room for the week.”

“A week! You want to stay in my suite for a week?” Katniss turned to the blond stranger who up to this point was silently observing every thing.

“Finnick let me speak to her,” Peeta said.

“Glimmer, come with me to the back.”

“What about the front desk?” the blonde asked.

“Don’t worry about the front desk.” Finnick walked her to the back office. As Finnick walked away Katniss heard him say, “This is what I get for doing a war buddy a favor.”

Katniss stood in the service area of the hotel with the man. His blue eyes seemed to penetrate past her ability to close off from people.

“I am sorry to hear about your fiance, but I come down here every year to work on the next bakery that I open. My assistant forgot to book my room. I only discovered it when I arrived at the airport. I tried calling around to see if there were any vacancies at other hotels but they all seem to be fully booked. There is a convention about a book with a female hero set in a dystopian society going on. I came here hoping my friend Finnick could help me. I really need the peace and quiet. Back home there are too many distractions to keep me from focusing in on the next branch of Mellark’s that we’re going to be opening.”

He ran his fingers through his blond hair. Katniss noticed the way his eyes were framed by long, nearly see through silver blond lashes that, impossibly didn’t tangle. Katniss couldn’t look away from his face. Normally she wasn’t someone who stared at people, period, but his face fascinated her. He had dimples on both cheeks. His lips were well formed for a man. He had blond stubble, and his nose wasn’t crooked like Gale’s nose; it was straight and perfect for his face. This man Peeta was charming, in that you could trust him easy because he was so laid back. He was intelligent and as she listened to him speak he was someone who words came easily to, unlike Katniss who spent her time in the woods of District Twelve cataloguing wild life, for the District Twelve national park reserve. There  were days where she didn’t see anyone until she came home to her house in the Seam and spoke to her sister when her she was home from college.

Normally hearing people talk annoyed her; even Gale annoyed her at times, especially when they hunted together and he got riled up about something, she couldn’t get him to shut up. This man didn’t and Katniss couldn’t understand why.

“I’ve been expanding on franchising my family bakery one district at a time. I’m headed to District Twelve next and I need to use this week to sort of create a menu that is specific for the district. As Finnick stated, I am willing to pay for half of the suite, all the meals, and any entertainment you want to do for the next week. Besides, the room may come with double beds.”

Having him pay for half of the room meant she could make some money and use it toward her sister’s college tuition. Especially if he paid for the food, which as she discovered on the train was truly expensive. Nearly ten dollars for a hotdog and a drink. She nearly swooned when she saw the prices. Katniss considered his proposal carefully.

“Like I said, I just need a place to sleep.”

“You’ll pay for the meals?”

He grinned at her. “Yep, breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, anything you want to eat.”

“Okay, we can share the suite,” Katniss sighed.

“Really?”

She nodded and he hugged her. Katniss froze up; she didn’t like to be touched, yet his scent of cinnamon and dill wafted around her and momentarily she relaxed her shoulders until she recalled he was a stranger. Katniss abruptly stepped away. She cleared her throat and looked at the ground.

“Oh good, you’ve come to an agreement.” Finnick stood smiling at them from behind the counter, next to him the blonde’s fake smile was back in place.  

“Here are your keys,” Glimmer smiled and handed Peeta both cards as if Katni wasn’t standing by his side.

“Finnick, if you could do me a favor and let me know the price of the suite. I am going to pay Katniss for half the cost. Here’s my credit card so that any charges incurred can be put on it.”

“Sure,” Finnick said taking the credit card. Glimmer immediately scanned the card into the system.

“Enjoy your stay,” Glimmer addressed Peeta, but not Katniss.

Katniss rolled her eyes, irritated that the blonde was acting like the suite belonged to Peeta and she was being allowed to stay there. She sighed and waited for the paperwork to be done.  

“If you both will follow me, I’ll take you to your cabin suite.” Finnick took both of their suitcases.

They both followed Finnick through a sliding glass door to the exterior of the hotel past pool.  He took them to a golf cart. “Please take a seat.”

Within moments they were whisked away to a cottage by the sea. “I thought we were getting a suite,” Katniss’ words stumbled out.  

“This is the Honeymoon Cottage you rented. It’s completely private, comes with concierge and butler, a private beach yet still accessible to the hotel.” Finnick pulled up to the quaint cottage. It was the type of place for Honeymooners or people escaping to have romantic getaways. She thought Gale had booked a room, maybe something with a living area.

It was an open concept floor plan with sliding doors in the back that allowed privacy for the bedroom. There was a dining area in the front and a screened porch that wrapped around the cabin with lounge chairs and wicker furniture. There was a wicker sofa facing a fireplace.

The cottage was decorated in a beachside  theme with shells and corals scattered about. Images and paintings of the Seaside Inn Shoreline and sea glass filled Crystal vases, however to Katniss she didn’t notice a thing because there was only one bed, and it wasn’t even a large bed. It looked like a full sized instead of the standard queen beds most hotels boasted.

Getting her voice back, Katniss turn to talk to the manager Finnick, but by that time he was already on his way out. “But there’s only one bed,” she whispered.

“It’s okay, I’ll take the the wicker sofa,” Peeta volunteered.

Katniss blinked several times. She wasn’t someone who could talk and momentarily her brain has gone blank.

“Come on, let’s get settled in,” Peeta said jovially. He walked into the bedroom. “What do you prefer the dresser or the closet or do you want to go halves with each one?”

Katniss didn’t have much clothes with her. She didn’t even know what was packed in her suitcase because Prim packed it for her.

“How about we go half and half. If you don’t mind I’ll take the top drawers.”  Peeta whistled as he put his suitcase on a chair.

Katniss mutely watched him quickly unpack. She had said yes with the belief that there was another place for him to sleep maybe a room set to the side where family could stay with their children, or at least a sofa bed. The wicker sofa was a two-seater and would not fit his frame.

Feeling guilty because of the situation she lowered her eyes and robotically put her things away, when it came time to put her toiletries in the bathroom everything looked so intimate, heat spread to her cheeks and her reflection showed just how red she became. Then it occurred to her, he was the interloper who almost ended up with her suite, she and Gale had paid for this suite as part of their honeymoon. Still that night when he was turning and tossing the guilt crept in. The sliding doors were thin and she could hear every grunt, sigh, and rustle.

Neither one got any sleep and it was apparent the next morning, when they met for the complimentary breakfast buffet the hotel offered. However her guilt changed when she saw Glimmer make a beeline for Peeta. Katniss bristled as she watched Glimmer giggle and flirt.

Katniss rolled her eyes. It made sense they were both blonde’s, much like the blonde she found Gale with. Her eyes narrowed and shoving her freshly cut fruit in her mouth, she wondered what they were so chummy about.

Despite her curiosity Katniss shrugged and read the hotel brochure on the free events going on that week. It was cloudy outside but by the time she finished breakfast it was overcast and Katniss could smell the sweet and yet pungent aroma of rain in the air. Katniss decided to go to the gift shop to get her sister one of those I was here t-shirts that are the rage in Twelve. Not many people travel and things purchased in other districts are highly prized.  

While browsing at the gift shop. She noticed she was being followed by one of the shop girls. Katniss knew this feeling all to well. Some of the older Merchants back in Twelve followed people from the Seam, with the excuse they were afraid they were going to steal. Katniss was going to turn around to confront the sales clerk when Glimmer arrived.

Both women ducked between the isles.

“Is that her?” The sales clerk whispered.

“Yes.” Glimmer said loudly. Obviously the woman did not know how to whisper.

“You’re right she’s so old!” Both giggled.

Katniss rolled her eyes. They were all around the same age. Except these two didn’t have any responsibilities like Katniss did. She was paying for her sisters education, her mother’s therapy,  and all of the house bills. They were obviously spying on her.

“She claimed that she was engaged?” Glimmer laughed.

“How in the world? Have you researched her claim?” The clerk asked.

“I asked my friend, you know the hot one,” Glimmer said.

“Cato’s so beefy,” the girl said dreamily.

“Has she stolen anything?” Glimmer asked.

“No, but I’ve been watching her, she looks so suspicious.”

Katniss was shocked by the question.

“She looks suspicious. There is something about her that rubs me the wrong way. I didn’t like the fact that she got away with taking Mr. Mellark’s room.”

“Maybe you should check up on him, just in case?”

“I did this morning. I even asked him if he had all of his belongings, you know if anything was stolen?”

Katniss fisted her hands feeling humiliated by their conversation. She was well respected in her community. She fought all of her life to keep food on the table after her childhood went belly-up. To hear them think she could steal hurt and enraged Katniss at the same time.

Katniss grabbed a t-shirt of a squirrel with sunglasses in a chair with the caption, ‘Corky At The Beach’. She walked right up to them. “I would like to purchase this for my sister.”

They both stood mouth ajar.

Glimmer gave her that fake smile. “Are you sure? That shirt is quite costly, especially for someone one on a budget.“

“I am quite sure!” The shirt could have been 50 credits at this point and Katniss wouldn’t have minded.

“Glimmer,” Finnick’s voice rang behind Katniss.

“Are you insinuating one of our guests cannot buy a t-shirt for her sister?”

Glimmer’s eyes went round and her face turned pink. “No, I am only…”

“Miss Everdeen I am sorry about this; please take the shirt on the house. I am sorry for the inconvenience. In fact, if you would like I have some promotional trinkets we give to our guests.”

Katniss noticed Peeta was with Finnick. His gaze was intense, and she asked herself if he believed that she was no better than a petty thief. His eyes bore through hers. She suddenly felt like one of the those kids from the home, the kids everyone pitied but no one wanted. Casting her eyes away from Peeta she said, “I am sorry, thank you for your offer, but I can’t.”

She walked away. Outside it was beginning to pour. People ran past her looking for shelter. Katniss walked slowly in the rain. The day she found out about Gale was also rainy. Her mind flashed to that moment.

Delly had that same look as if she pitied her. Katniss recalled how Gale said he was sorry for cheating on her. Katniss reigned in her feelings and didn’t let them affect her behavior, even though she wanted to shoot an arrow through Gale’s eyes for the betrayal. Though it was Delly’s look that affected her the most. It was the same look she received from the people who lived in the Seam when her mother’s mental health unraveled and they knew it was only a matter of  time before she and Prim were shipped out to the Community Home.

Katniss refused to allow those looks to affect her and she refused to allow that same look to affect her now. She walked to a cliff near the ocean. The rain covered her tears.

All of her life she’d struggled to make it, to be more than what people judged she ought to be. She was a girl who hunted in the woods beyond her districts border with a bow and arrow for fresh meat because she couldn’t afford the meat sold in the grocers. She traded that fresh meat to those who wanted something rare or something they themselves couldn’t afford. She traded for everything from string to pieces of leather to repair shoes. Katniss struggled all of her life to balance a measly budget and pay the mortgage and utility Bill’s. Sometimes she refrained from eating just so that her family could. She wore clothing with holes, layered on sweaters because her father’s leather jacket had no lining. She cut Prim’s hair so that her hair always looked nice. Those women didn’t understand sacrifice. They didn’t understand going to sleep hungry or cold. They didn’t understand the value of a credit and how fart it could go.

She scrimped and saved and never finished college because she had to help her mother and decided to put her sister’s education first. No one knew, but she did. She missed the warmth of her father everyday. She missed the bright days filled with sunlight and laughter. She missed the music. She lived in colorless a gray world.

Wiping her face, she looked around her. The wind blew, the ocean roared and raged just like the world she carried inside of her. Katniss was so tired. So tired of carrying the load all by her herself. She dreamt of having someone to talk to, to hold her hand when things got bad, and although she knew Gale wasn’t right for her she hoped he would do that during this trip. She worked hard to pay for this trip to bring that dream to life. The day she found Gale with Delly, that dream died. Gale loved Delly, she could see it in the tender way he held her, protecting her. Katniss walked away just like she’d done today.

Wiping her face she, left the cliff and went back to the suite.

Peeta stood when she entered.

“Do you think you could order some soup?” she quietly asked.

“Sure,” Peeta replied.

“Thank you.” Katniss went and took a hot shower. The soup was waiting for her on a tray on the bed when she exited the bathroom. She sipped it and then laid in the bed, but didn’t sleep. In fact she didn’t eat dinner. She stayed in the room listening to the storm rage outside. In the morning she left, determined to have a good day.

That afternoon when she walked back into the hotel room there was Glimmer giggling.

“You didn’t have too,” Peeta said. He held in his hands a plate of chocolate covered strawberries.

“It’s no problem.” Glimmer laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

Katniss rolled her eyes as she passed by to use the bathroom. When she finished she walked out into the main room. Peeta was bent over his laptop and Glimmer was giggling. Katniss quietly stepped outside. As the screen door closed she overheard Glimmer say, “If she gives you any problem, let me know and I can have her kicked out.”

Katniss nearly tripped going down the stairs. It reopened the wound in her heart that was still fresh from yesterday. She wondered what Peeta told the woman, did he agree? Was he looking for a way to get her tossed out of the room? Katniss bit her lip to keep her ire and frustration tapered down.

That woman ought to be fired, Katniss thought. She considered going to the manager and complain, but instead she went to a hotel sponsored free event.  

That night Peeta dressed to go to the hotel’s Four Star Restaurant. Katniss smiled tightly; she didn’t want to go out to eat. She wanted to spend a quiet evening in the hotel suite without him. She’d spent the rest of the day out exploring the beach, caught one of the crafting activities that was filled with senior citizens. She’d met Mags, a sweet little old lady who invited her to go to tomorrow’s bingo. Her plans for tomorrow were set and all she wanted to do was sleep. She hadn’t slept well since stepping on that train.

“Come on, you’ll have fun.”

“No, thank you.” Katniss said as politely as possible, keeping in mind the conversation she overheard that afternoon. She  slipped her glasses on; the tub was calling her.

“Yesterday we didn’t get to do anything. We were stuck inside during the rain. It’s beautiful tonight, and I don’t want to eat alone.”

His argument was persuasive, it was a beautiful outside. From the windows the night was clear and stars twinkled in the sky. Still, even with the promise of a starry night and excellent food she hesitated.

“You skipped out on lunch. You must be hungry.”

Katniss was going to refuse but her stomach growled. It was true she skipped lunch. She’d been drinking the complimentary cucumber infused water to keep hunger at bay. She was an expert at fending hunger away.

“Just put on one of those long dresses women wear to resorts.” He smiled, standing in his crisp white shirt and dress pants.

“I don’t think they allow muumuus at the restaurant.”

He chuckled, as he slipped on a lightweight jacket.  “You don’t have a dress?”

Katniss turned pink. He knew very well she had a black dress and a green dress. They’d hung next to the pants he was wearing.

Peeta raised an eyebrow and grinned, displaying his dimples. Katniss wondered why he had to look so darned cute. But even as the smile crept on her face she recalled he was possibly in cahoots with Glimmer. Her voice was flat when she replied, “Fine.”

Katniss slid the doors shut, her hands shook from nerves. She wasn’t really good in public situations. At home she and Gale never really went out anywhere. They just hung out at in the woods or in one of their houses. Dressing up to go to a restaurant was something new for her. Katniss wasn’t used to wearing fancy clothes. The fanciest dress she never got to wear was her rented wedding dress. There was nothing extraordinary about the dress. It had no beading, no pearls, no crystals, no lace and not a single apliqué. The dress shop owner told her the neck was scoop and it’s skirt was an a-line. Katniss didn’t know what that meant; the price was all she cared about. She rented it for 50 credits because it had a light stain on the collar. The dress fit a little long and was a bit big, but Katniss didn’t mind. She was only going to wear it for a few hours. It just didn’t make sense to buy an expensive gown.

“Dang it, why did you have to say yes, Katniss. He’s trying to get rid of you,” she muttered to herself.

She rushed to the closet and was relieved when she saw the notes pinned to the lining of the dresses. Her sister had left her directions pinned to her clothing. Katniss read the note carefully.

‘If you’re wearing the black dress, use the gold sandals, my black clutch (a clutch is a purse you hold in your hand it has black crystals on it).  If you are going to a fancy restaurant leave your hair down Katniss, and for goodness sake don’t forget to smile!’-Prim

Katniss found the shoes easily, they were the only gold ones. The clutch was the difficult one because there were two black bags, she went back to the dress and reread the note. “Of course the black crystals,” she muttered.  

She showered and she unpinned the small note and stuffed it into the clutch before putting on the shift dress. When it came time to do her hair, she didn’t feel comfortable leaving it down. She pinned it up into a bun, and slipped on her glasses. Looking at herself in the mirror she saw a short frumpy girl and thought this was as good as it gets.

She walked out but did not notice the way Peeta’s eyebrows shot up at the sight of her. Nor did she notice the way he cleared his throat several times while rubbing the back of his neck. Katniss was busily trying to close the clutch. She just couldn’t figure it out. It was ironic that she could shoot a bird in the eye as it flew through the air but she could close the small hand held bag.

“Are we ready?”

Katniss looked up, her mind still debating on weather or not she should bring the clutch with her.  All she really needed was her key card to the room, and that she could stuff in her bra. Then the thought of Peeta watching her stuff her card into her undergarment caused her to rethink that. “Yes.”

Peeta extended his arm toward her and Katniss froze. She had a thing about touching, but he was so earnest she shyly put her hand on his forearm. She told herself this wasn’t anything and he was just being nice to her. It was apparent by what she witnessed today he was into Glimmer.

When they arrived at the restaurant they were whisked right in. Peeta had made a reservation the night before. Katniss sat down and acknowledged she was starving.

“Hello, my name is Rodney, I’ll be your server for the evening. May I start you out with some drinks,” the  server asked handing them the menus.

“Do you have the refreshing water with the cucumber?” Katniss asked.

“Yes ma’am.” The server turned to Peeta, “And for your sir?”

“I’m not sure what I am eating yet, Rodney. I’ll take a glass of the water for now.” Peeta looked at the menu and asked, “What are the chef’s specials tonight?”  

“The risotto is good, the lobsters are fresh, but tonight’s specialty is the filet mignon with tender baby potatoes and a selection of either green beans or asparagus.” Rodney smiled.

Katniss knew exactly what she wanted to order.

“Is Frankie still making the those rolls with the sea salt sprinkled on the top?” Peeta asked.

“Yes, he is, he’s famous for them around here.” Rodney stood straighter.

“Okay can we have a some of his rolls, and let him know Peeta is here.

“No problem, sir. I will give you a few minutes to go over the menu. I will return with your drinks.”

Katniss watched Rodney leave and questioned who Frankie was and just how many times Peeta had frequented this hotel to know staff by their names. She put her menu down on the table. It was funny, Peeta poured over the menu like her sister did when she read one of those trashy novels.

“Frankie updated the menu,” Peeta mused.

“Who is Frankie?”

“Finnick’s brother-in-law. He’s a great cook and makes these rolls that are light and fluffy, with a sprinkling of sea salt on top. Can’t wait.”

“In Twelve we like heartier breads with grains, nuts, and fruits.”

“Good to know,” Peeta smiled.

Katniss looked down and grabbed her purse. She fidgeted with the clasp trying to close it, but it wouldn’t budge. Rodney appeared with the cucumber infused waters and a bowl filled with green fish shaped bread. She watched Peeta grab one and unceremoniously eat it.

“Try it,” he urged.

She skeptically eyed the green bread. Having grown up poor and starving she never turned down food. Slowly she reached out for one, sniffing it before she took a tentative bite. It tasted like bread. It was slightly sweet, but it was balanced by the sea salt. She smiled and reached for another one when her bag fell open on the table. Her note landed on Peeta’s charger plate.

He  looked down at the paper and read Prim’s note to her.

Mortified Katniss didn’t know where to turn. The restaurant was filled with people and she couldn’t make a stealthy escape.

“I think you dropped this.”

Katniss took the note with shaking hands. “It’s my sister. She packed my suitcase. All of the clothing is hers. She wanted me to have a good time after my ex left me, well he married the girl he was…shortly after I found them together.” She nervously fiddled with the clutch. “You could say I’m just an old maid playing dress up.”

“You look wonderful tonight.” Peeta’s voice was warm and it caused a tingle to rush up and down her spine. “That was very nice of your sister. You guys must be very close.”

Katniss couldn’t help smiling at the mention of her sister. “We are very close.”

“Does she have your stunning looks?”

His compliment caused her cheeks to feel warm. She cleared her throat. “Um no, we do not look alike. She actually is a blonde.”

“Really?”

“She’s very fair and burns very easily just like our mother did. I look like our father.”

“My brothers and I aren’t as close. One of my brothers is a surgeon in District Three. The other owns four clubs in the Capitol. The surgeon is on his second wife; the other has multiple partners and doesn’t think marriage is natural. I’m the odd one in my family, I wanted to be like my father, baking is my life. I like the smell of rising dough. I enjoy spending hours inside of the kitchen making recipes. When I open a bakery I spend months there perfecting recipes for the residents.” He smiled then said, “I think I’m boring you.”

Katniss shook her head no.

“What I should have said is you look lovely tonight.”

His words seemed to be sincere and for a moment she questioned if he truly was in cahoots with Glimmer. She cast her eyes down to compose her response. When she looked up Peeta looked like he was going to say more but a man dressed in a chef’s uniform came out and interrupted them.

“Peeta!”

Peeta stood, “Frankie!”

Both men embraced. Peeta stood in front of her and the chef did not notice her. His attention was on Peeta solely.

Katniss was glad to have the attention off of her. She sat back watching Peeta talk to yet another blond. She never noticed how many blonds there were in the world. Growing up, the only blondes she knew were her sister, her mother, and the Merchants she traded with. Her entire life she’d been surrounded by people who looked just like her. Traveling had opened her eyes.

“I didn’t know you were back? Finnick didn’t say anything. Although lately he’s been worried sick about Annie. She’s expecting their first child.”

“I’ll congratulate him when I see him again. So what’s good on the menu?” Peeta grinned.

“Forget the menu. For you I’ve got a few recipes I’ve been toying with. If you don’t mind, that is?” Frankie clasped his hands.

“That sounds great.” Peeta eyes shined brightly.

“Would you like to see the kitchen? I’ve made renovations?”

“I would love to Frankie, but I’m here with someone.” Peeta smiled directly at Katniss. “Frankie this is Katniss, Katniss this is Frankie.”

She wanted to sink in her chair, she thought he’d forgotten she was there.

“Oh, so you do,” Frankie’s eyes widened.

“It’s okay,” Katniss managed.

“Well now I really have to impress you!” Frankie said winking.

“You better get back to the kitchen before the staff stages a mutiny!”

“They wouldn’t dare. I’ve got this place working ship-shape.” Frankie turned to Katniss, “It was a pleasure.”

Katniss nodded.

The chef left, but no sooner did he leave than the food began arriving. A ceviche, shrimp marinated in citrus juice, Chicharon, fried pig. Katniss loved the crunchy slivers of pig. A small sandwich he called a slider. There were two; the one he called a po’boy had fried crawfish, the other called a cubano had slices of tender pig, a pickle and white melted cheese.  They also brought out oysters, steamed clams, with lemons on the side, a fried snapper sauteed with onions and tomatoes, tomato soup Frankie called gazpacho, and finally a plate of rice that had every seafood you can imagine inside of it. Frankie called it Paella.

By the time the desert came out Katniss was stuffed. She couldn’t eat anything more, but she had to try the lemon meringue. It was so light and airy but it did but her eyes were closing. They left the restaurant walking slowly back to the cottage.

She’d never been this full in her life. She was food drunk. Her body was delirious with the flavors of the food she’d eaten. She smiled at Peeta through the haze of the impending food coma.

“You’re whole face changes when you smile,” Peeta said with a grin.

“Feed me like that I’ll give you all of the smiles of the world.”

He laughed. “Your finance was a fool. Most of the women I know would never eat half the stuff they put in front of you.”

“Why?”

“Most of them want to be skinny,” Peeta shrugged.

“Most of the girls back home where I’m from are skinny, too skinny if you ask me, but not by choice. Food is a commodity back home. Only the wealthy can afford to eat. It’s a very poor district, but it’s home.” Katniss yawned, “Oh look we’re home!”

Katniss hummed absent-mindedly as she made her way to the room. She stripped and threw herself at the mercy of her bed. Though she couldn’t sleep much because halfway through the night she heard Peeta getting up and trying to rearrange his sleeping. Guilt crept in once more. He’d been so nice to her this evening and did not make fun of her about the note or how much she’d eaten. She got up and went to the sliding door, reaching her hand out with the intent to open it and check up on him. She withdrew her hand and scurried back into her bed and spent the next few hours listening to him trying to find sleep.

The next morning she got up and noticed the dark circles underneath her eyes. “Not much I could do about that she muttered her to herself.”

She peeked out of her room thinking Peeta was asleep. She was wrong; he was already gone. Sighing, she walked to breakfast. She truly wasn’t that hungry. She simply wanted to thank Peeta for sharing last night’s meal with her. He didn’t have to. She was only going to order the steak and go home. It turned into something more.

Katniss spotted him at the fruit bar. She was about to greet him when Glimmer appeared.

“Hello Peeta,” Glimmer batted her eyes and put her hand on his shoulder. “I wanted to let you know that I’ve reversed the charges of the dinner you paid for last night and charged it to to the room.”

Hearing what she did caused Katniss to see red.

“Glimmer it’s no problem, I promised to pay for our meals.” Peeta took a step back.

Glimmer glanced at Katniss. “You shouldn’t have to pay for anything since the room was available. That woman had no right to claim that room.”  She put her hand on Peeta’s arm. “I feel bad that you have to share a space with her. Is she treating you alright?”

“Glimmer, I thank you for taking such excellent care of me, Finnick will be happy to know you care about customer service. However I would like for you to-”

“Really you think I’m taking good care of you? I am so glad. You know I found out her ex married the woman he left her for.” She glanced over Peeta’s shoulder at Katniss once more. Her lips contained a cruel smile. “It’s no-wonder she was dumped at the altar. I mean look at her she’s so old. Are you sure nothing is missing?” Glimmer winked as she left.

As quickly as her anger rose it quickly dissipated. The comment hurt. Katniss looked at what she was wearing; everything from her shoes to her hat screamed old maid. Putting down her plate Katniss walked away, thinking she was fooling no one. She was the reason Gale cheated. In his hearts of heart Gale knew she didn’t love him, as a cherished old friend yes, but not the way a woman loved a man. Maybe if she put some effort into trying to please him they would still be together.

Wiping her face, she opened the door to the suite and dragged her suitcase out.

“Where are you doing?” Peeta stood in the room.

“I’m leaving.” Her voice sounded flat, though she was a mess on the inside.

“Why?”

Katniss opened and closed her mouth several times.

There was a knock at the door followed by Glimmer’s voice. “Peeta are you okay. After our talk I noticed you left so suddenly. I have your coffee and I’ve made you a plate of food.”

Peeta held up one hand. “Wait let me just..”

Katniss watched him race to the door.

“Hi Peeta, are you okay?”

“Hi thank you so much-” Peeta didn’t open the door all of the way.

“Wait?!” Glimmer tried to look over his shoulder. “Did she do something to you? Do I have to call security?”

“No, and No,” Peeta firmly stated.  

Katniss turned to the dresser and began pulling her clothing out and stuffing it inside of the suitcase. Katniss was tired of the situation, of being treated as if she didn’t matter, and being treated poorly.

“Katniss don’t go. You deserve to be here just as much as I do, Glimmer-”

Katniss had enough. “Don’t you dare defend her. I know what you two have planned.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Of course she likes you with your long blond Lashes in your dimpled cute face. Not everyone has a Miss Congeniality personality that attracts others around them like moths to fire!”

“You think I have a cute face!”

She threw her hands up in the air. “Is that all you heard?”

“Well you think I’m cute.” he grinned. “All the reason not to leave. I think your beautiful.”

Katniss stopped packing. “What?”

“The way you scowl, it’s adorable,” Peeta said. He then proceeded to not only tell her the different way she scowled but contorted his face to look like each one. “You have your ‘I’m mad scowl’, your ‘I’m annoyed’ scowl, ‘I’m ready to shoot you’ scowl and my favorite, your ‘I’m confused or scared so let me hide it with a scowl’ look.”

Katniss wanted to laugh at his faces but then she recalled he was trying to get rid of her.  She stomped to the closet and pulled out her clothing. “I cannot be here. You don’t want me here and you’re plotting with Glimmer to get me kicked out. So you know what, to save you all of that trouble I will leave, I volunteer. I volunteer to leave.”

Peeta took her clothing and hung it up. “Nope, you’re just tired. We’re both tired.”

Stunned, Katniss watched him hang her clothing back. “What?” She was so tired and frustrated she was at the brink of tears.

“I wondered if you heard that. Just for your information, I told Glimmer that would be unethical and that you were a wonderful roommate.”

“I haven’t done anything for you.” Katniss shook her head.

“Yesterday I was looking for you for lunch. I found you making arts and crafts with the elderly ladies. You were zipping around the room smiling at them helping them with the projects. It was sweet to see you smile. You’re a caregiver, Katniss. I bet you do the same at home. You care for everyone and everything and leave yourself for last.”

Once more her anger toward him disappeared. Katniss blushed. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Emotionally she was spent; she couldn’t think anymore.

“Last night I heard you get up.”

“How did you know?”

“The bed made a squeak when you got up and laid back down.”  Peeta explained. “I know you were, in your own way, checking up on me.”

She tiredly nodded her head.

“You have dark circles under your eyes which means you haven’t been sleeping.” Peeta sat on the bed. “Come here,” he patted the spot next to him.

Katniss sat down next to him.

Peeta leaned back to lie down on the bed and pulled her closer, resting her head on his chest. She allowed it because she was so exhausted. “So you’re not trying to kick me out?”

She felt the rumble of laughter in his chest before she heard it, “No.”

He began to gently run his fingers through her hair. His actions and the sound of the steady beat of his heart lulled her to sleep. Hours later she sighed as she woke up nestled on top of Peeta’s chest feeling refreshed and energized. Katniss couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so soundly and so well. She bit her bottom lip as she glanced up to see he was still sound asleep. One arm nestled behind his head, the other draped across her waist. Normally she avoided touching, she was comfortable with Prim or her mother, but they didn’t hug. This was different this was special. Katniss didn’t know what to do with herself. All she knew was this was what she had desired all along with Gale and she had found it in the arms of a stranger.

To Be Continued….for Buttercupbadass…

[dealingdreams]

Okay TROS thoughts...here we go. I’m putting them all below the cut in case somehow you’ve avoided spoilers

so general thoughts...i didnt hate it nearly as much as i thought i would so thats pleasant but im gonna break it down more

things i liked:

Adam Driver.  just Adam. Fucking. Driver my dudes. This is like a backhanded compliment because JJ is so fucking lucky Adam was cast because the emotional depth of the film rested literally all on his shoulders for me. I only felt the weight if he was acting in a scene. 

I’ll admit im biased but I did adore the interaction between Finn and Poe. Their bickering amused me and the tenderness between them was wonderful...I think Oscar played Poe a bit jealous as well which i liked.

the Reylo scenes to me where beautiful. Ben never lied to her, she tried to deny it but she knew he never did. I loved that he was kinda guiding her, protecting her, loving her, and antagonizing her all at once. I loved how soft their kiss was, their smiles are literally the light of my life. Rey’s face when she healed him. Ben just staring at her as she tells him she did want to take his hand...just chef’s kiss

I loved the saber fights. Ben’s fight at the beginning was hot as fuck...and his fight as newly redeemed Ben Solo was even hotter somehow.

 I enjoyed the fight scenes between ben and rey! how often ben just let her walk away, and despite that one scene which i will mention below...i like i even tho rey was rather aggressive idk...it didnt really feel like she was trying to hurt him much either? i just think they had a lot of chances to kill each other and didnt take it...so i like that

i knew she was looking at ben in that clip i knew it...she only makes that soft face at him

I always enjoy stupid ass C3PO jokes for some dumbass reason

Han and Ben’s scene was heartbreaking and beautiful. Again tho JJ is fucking lucky to cast Adam cause recycling dialogue from TFA wouldnt have worked at all had Adam not been so fucking amazing

the save chewie hall blaster scene was fun 

i liked how fucking dramatic children ben and rey were with that damn ship lol...no im gonna force pull it...no im gonna...what dorks

while i didnt like the entire way the force bond was used i did enjoy seeing it still strong and growing

confirming canon soulmate reylo was a highlight

ben’s hair looked bomb

finn’s outfit was cool

Jannah was beautiful (please correct me if i misspell her name)

dark rey was glorious tho 

that new little droid is literally me so i adore it

that sith cave thing was really fucking cool looking 

the visuals of the film were most of the time stunning 

sooooo...now to what i didn’t like:

I think this first one is the most obvious for those who know me but...Ben’s death just feels so utterly useless to me. especially when they gave him a metaphorical death earlier in the film. i feel extremely hurt and betrayed. Disney has gone out of their way to make us sympathize with Ben Solo. They’ve revealed more and more of his past...how alone he was, the abuse he suffered from snoke and palpatine. just fuck...they just kill him...the moment he realizes he’s free and loved they end his life....literally WHAT THE FUCK. it’s a chicken shit way out of a redemption arc honestly. Not letting u just breath after his death was also so horrible. We barely got to see Rey mourn, we got a split second of it then it jumped to another scene...another second of her looking sadly at her sabor to have the moment interrupted 

tag on to above but...they didnt have him as a force ghost cause Disney is intentionally keeping where he is ambiguous so they can sell more shit which pisses me off so much

thats not how the force works

there couldnt have been that many sith could there??? cause like there can only be 2 at one time....fucking rule of 2 so how the hell were there that many

palps being like...see i actually want you to kill me...is ridiculous

rey palpatine is the most idiotic thing i have ever heard. Rey being a no one from no where was such an amazing thing. Just anyone can be strong in the force...you dont need royal blood to make you worth something....then they just retcon that??? the fuck I MEAN THE FUCK. 

Finn does nothing but worry about Rey the whole film. I know folks dont like his storyline in TLJ and while i understand that and do think it could have been written better i still adore it because Finn grew. He grew from just caring about a small group of people to caring about an idea to caring about something bigger than him. I didnt see any growth in his character in this film. His heroics were beautiful to see and I enjoyed seeing his heart but that was John’s acting more than the writing it think. 

sidelining rose was fucking disgusting 

the trio felt forced to me

the leia scenes didnt work for me honestly and they mostly just made me sad

bringing in lando now felt weird 

ive wanted force sensitive finn for a while but didnt feel right

why the fuck have finn want to tell rey something but never do...ugh i hate storytelling like that

they never explained how palps is back...he just is

rey stabbing ben felt odd to me. i loved the moment when she healed him, and i know technically her anger and darkside was coming out and she acted on instinct...nevermind that even before leia called out to him ben coudnt follow thru with the killing blow. 

....i’m sure i’ll think of more as i get angrier 

anyways over all...id be lying if moments didnt make me laugh or smile...if i didn’t feel a sense of nostalgia and enjoyment for 80% of this movie. The thing is that even with so much of it being enjoyable to me it still felt void. An action movie, with new characters, a confusing plot and very minimal emotional depth.

The emotion hinged soooo much on Adam or me. The biggest reason for that aside from that fact that Ben Solo is one of my all time favorite characters, is that the things Rey is dealing with in the film are directly related to her being a palpatine...and i HATE THAT. Like straight up wanna fling it into the sun. 

Rey never needed to be related to a force royal bloodline. She should have been allowed to remain strong because she was just strong. Kylo’s equal in every way, not because she was the granddaughter of a sith which btw you can’t inherit force powers. Retconing something so touching and unique from TLJ was just...fucking idiotic. All to please the loud but small misogynistic fandom that thought a woman couldnt be that strong on her own so she must be related to someone

The biggest thing....tho is killing Ben. it felt so unnecessary and just...i feel so betrayed. The interviews leading up to the film got my hopes up that i was worried for nothing. I always thought they’d kill him, because cinema seems to not know what to do with characters has tragic as him without just killing him in the end. we already got a redemption = death plotline in this franchise...why couldnt we get a redemption = life instead??? My friend who doesnt even like sw that much...tros was actually the 2nd sw fim she’s ever seen...thought it was unnecessary as well and agrees with me a lot about my feelings despite not having the same intense emotional attachment to him as me. She for a moment thought they’d be together at the end but nope. Its just...pointless to me now, the sacrifices han, luke, and leia made to reach Ben are for nothing. Their deaths...pointless...Ben means so fucking much to me. I’ve never felt such an intense emotional bond with a character before so im just hurting so fucking much right now.

Rey taking the name Skywalker isnt hopeful or cute its a slap in the face honestly...and it’s just weird! 

The last Skywalker died loved and held by the woman he loved and that is beautiful to me. He died happy and a hero thats a balm at least...but to not let him be the one to kill palpatine...after everything EVERYTHING he put him and his family thru was another just fuck...i wanted justice for him and he just got thrown away

Ultimately...Ben and Rey are soulmates and their force bond was severed. Palpatine didnt take that from them because he couldnt have...again not how the force works....but JJ used that bond to be a battery???? the fuck...but ultimately hes forcing Rey to live the rest of her days with a gaping wound in her soul. a wound unable to be filled and will be with her for the rest of her life...thats so fucking tragic to me. you give rey someone who is her equal, who understands her, and you take him from her and force her to be alone for the rest of her life?? and we are supposed to not see that as a tragedy? Her being fineishness at the end of the film seemed like direction from either the writing or in the moment, but just further proves he didnt bother to even understand the lore he was using. Force bonds were considered i quess legends in the current SW canon but Rian brought it back...so it’s back. and well

  "A bond between two living beings is not something easily broken. It is not a choice… it is like breaking a feeling. Like turning away from the Force. To break a bond, your feelings would have to change, or one of you would have to die—but even then, the bond wouldn't go away, it would simply… it would simply be empty, a wound."―Master Zez-Kai Ell[src]

and .... the only way to break it was to turn away from the Force, as Surik did on Malachor V. So basically it all came down to creating a wound in the Force”

sooo yeah...im pissed i’d give this movie a 1 1/2 out of 5 

thank you for those who have read my rantings! I hope at least some of this made sense

[joie-university-rp]

Dear FINN HUDSON,

It is with great pleasure we invite you admission to Joie University! Welcome to the Thunderclap family!

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Congratulations, TY! Please be sure to check the New Members’ Checklist and send in your character’s account within 24 hours from now. We cannot wait to see all that you will bring to this roleplay! We love you already!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias; pronouns: Ty. He/him

Age, Timezone: 25, EST.

Activity, short explanation:  6/10. Very active on the weekends. Activity during the week is allocated to nights and is sometimes sparse.

Ships: Finn/Chemistry

Anti-Ships: Finn/No Chemistry

Triggers: RFP

Preferred photo for Character’s ID: https://66.media.tumblr.com/088e675242df9721707804ca53d5f00d/tumblr_nna42d8u751qhhxd4o3_500.png

Anything else: Nothing. Hope you enjoy reading this.

IC INFORMATION:

Full Name (First, Middle, Last): Finn Christopher Hudson

FC: Miles Teller

Age/Year at University (Freshman [1st Year], Sophomore, Junior, Senior, or Graduate Student): Junior

Birth date (MONTH DAY, YEAR): May 8, 1995

Hometown (please be sure to check the hometowns listed for characters your muse is related to!): Chicago, Illinois

Gender/Pronouns: He/Him/His

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Major(s): Nursing

Minor(s) [optional]: N/A

Housing request (remember, only the president of a Greek Organization is required to live at a Greek House to be in it!): Sylvester Apartments # 243

Extracurriculars (Click here for the list. Be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, secretary, etc.] If something isn’t listed, please put it here and we will add it to the masterlist!): Jazz Band Member, Baseball Member.

Greek Life Affiliation [optional] (Please be sure to specify any executive board positions [i.e. president, pledge educator, etc.] or if your character is not yet a member, but plans to rush): N/A

CHARACTER PROFILE:

Losing his father at a young age and with his sister being even younger than him, Finn has always seen himself as a protector and leader. He has always been the type of older brother to do anything for her and he’s just the type of guy that would do anything to protect the people that he loves. He fully believes that his father would be proud of the man he has become and making his father proud is the one thing Finn has always wanted to do. Although, he sometimes still acts immaturely and relies on impulses a little often, he believes that he always makes the right decision.

After he graduated high school, Finn enlisted in the United States Army where he ended up completing two active tours of duty. It was another choice he made that was fueled by the idea of making both of his parents proud of him. School wasn’t always his strong suit, so he decided to enlist. After both of his tours were over, he was more than two years older and felt that he was ready to try school again, so he applied to colleges. He ended up choosing nursing as his major because he knew he still wanted to help people.

Finn is the type of person that will talk to anyone. If you’re standing in line in front of him at CVS, he will probably strike up conversation. He likes to make people feel comfortable. If you were to run into him at a coffee shop and accidentally spill your coffee all over him, he would probably end up apologizing. He’s just too nice. He can be a bitt gullible sometimes because of it, but he likes to see the best in everyone. He genuinely thinks that everybody has good in them, even if they try to hide it.

STUDENT CENSUS SURVEY:

(Please answer the following questions IN CHARACTER. Responses can be as long or short as you see fit!)

What made you want to attend Joie University? “I spent two years of my life avoiding college. I enlisted to get out of having to go back to school. But I knew I was ready and I knew this was the place for me. It’s cheap and it has a good nursing program.”

What are at least 3 positive or neutral and at least 3 negative traits that you believe you possess? “Positive traits? I don’t know. I can always see the best in situations, so you could say that I’m pretty optimistic. I’m a good person. I know what you’re thinking. Who isn’t a good person? That’s true, but I make it a habit to be morally good at all times. I smile at strangers on the street. I hold every door open for the person walking in behind me. I always say please and thank you. I’m the definition of a good person. Also, I have a good sense of humor. I can take a joke and even make a couple. As for negative traits… I don’t have any. Kidding. I can be a bit temperamental. I can get pretty angry sometimes. I’m clumsy. And not in a cute, quirky, romantic comedy kind of way. Like I’ve spilled hot coffee on people and I broke a girl’s nose once kind of way. I’m a bit susceptible to peer pressure. I kind of believe everything that people tell me. I’m just gullible that way.”

Which of your traits do you value most? “My good heart.”

How can that trait benefit the University (or its student body) as a whole? “I personally believe that trait will benefit everyone I come into contact with. I’m genuine person and I just want the best for everyone.”

What do you hope to gain from your experience at JU? “A nursing degree. Ha. Truthfully, I’ve had a lot of life experience for someone who is only twenty-four. I’ve technically had an entire career already. But I’m ready to finish out my degree here and move onto something new. Adjusting to life outside of the military is difficult, but JU has given me a lot of different outlets to help me in my journey. “

What is a quote or song lyric that describes you? “No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.” - Aesop

[the-beastslayers-queen]

A Dangerous Game: Chapter 7

Chapter 7 is here. Smut ahead. It might be a bit rough. I wanted to get this done before I went to bed. I will end it further tomorrow. Tagging: @queenofthearchitect @biforbecky2belts @writtingrose @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk and @mox-made-me-do-it If you want to be tagged across this and any other tag lists, hit me up in my ask box. Enjoy!

Seth opted to drive me over to Shawn’s to get me checked out. Since this involved the illegal underground of Orlando, I couldn’t go to the hospital. If I did, they’d send the rape kit right away to the police and Drew would use his influence to get off scot-free.

When we arrived, Seth parked his car and got out to run around to my side of his car and helped me out since I was in agony from the beating I got from the three stooges. Seth held me to his side as he helped me up to the door. I could see in his eyes the fire of pure rage a hatred for Drew burning deep within. I knew it was killing him to see me like this, but we were going to run away tonight. I wasn’t sticking around to wait for Drew to attack me again. And I didn’t want to stick around long enough to see Seth get himself killed over me either.

We finally made it to Shawn’s doorstep and rang his doorbell. Shawn came to the door pretty quickly and he gasped at seeing me hanging onto Seth to stand upright due to how in pain I was.

“You look like you got hit by a truck, Bálor,” Shawn commented as he stepped aside to let us in, “Seth take her to the exam rooms downstairs.”

“Shawn,” I groaned as Seth scooped me up into his arms to carry me downstairs, “I need you to pull a rape kit for me.”

“Who the hell raped you that you opted to not go to the hospital,” he asked.

“My supposed fiancé did,” I informed him, “Hence why I look like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

“Do you need me to drop it off with Breezango,” he asked.

“No,” I answered as Seth got me in a bed, “We can’t turn it in yet. Drew would get off easy and then he’d come after me. I want you to store it in your cold storage until the time is right and we can bury him.”

“Okay sounds fair,” he nodded in agreement, “Now I’m sure you’ll want the morning after pill too?”

“Yes please,” I replied, “You’re the best Shawn.”

“I try,” he smirked before getting to work.

Once everything was done and I had taken my pill, Shawn went and checked over my wounds to make sure nothing was broken during my attack. Shawn was pulled away when his doorbell rang. Shawn went upstairs to see who it was. When he came back, he wasn’t alone. Hunter was right behind him and the look on his face when he saw that Seth was here with me was priceless.

“Seth,” Hunter spoke as calmly as he possibly could as he pinched his nose, “Why are you here with the younger Bálor?”

“Dad, I,” Seth paused and looked towards me, I gave his hand a squeeze to encourage him to continue, “I love her. We’re going to be leaving town tonight and running from McIntyre. He raped her and has hit her numerous times. We’re going somewhere no one would think to find us there. And I’m going to marry her.”

“Jesus Christ, Seth,” Hunter groaned as he dug into his coat and pulled out a huge stack of cash and handed it to Seth, “Just be careful. You’re starting a war here with stealing her from McIntyre. I’ll get the Authority ready for war. Once he makes the first move, we’ll take him down. I’ll try to get Finn to change his course and join us in the war with McIntyre. But really, a Bálor? I thought you’d find a girl without massive baggage.”

“I couldn’t help it, Dad,” Seth shrugged, “But I promise that we’ll be very careful. I’m not telling Dean and Rome we’re leaving. The less people that know, the safer we’ll be.”

“You better tell your mother,” he warned Seth, “She’ll be pissed if you leave without seeing her.”

“Ugh fine,” Seth groaned, “I’ll tell Mom we’re leaving.”

After I was finished with seeing Shawn, Seth and I went right to Finn’s place. I was so scared of how Finn was going to react to me running away from Orlando to escape Drew. I don’t want my brother to stop me from getting somewhere so much safer than here. I was raped and beaten and Finn has turned a blind to this for the sake of the Club. It was time for him to value my happiness, my life, and my happiness over the Club. It was time to be a man and save his sister from this stupid idea of his.

“Do you want me to come in with you,” Seth asked as he gave my hand a squeeze as we sat in his parked car outside my brother’s house, “Because I can stay here if you want to break it to him gently that we’re leaving.”

“No I want you there with me,” I told him as I brought our hands up so I could kiss his knuckles, “It’s about time that Finn meets the man I love and want to really spend the rest of my life with.”

Seth simply nodded and we both got out of his car. Seth met me on my side of his car and laced his fingers with mine before I led the way to Finn’s front door. I opened the door for us and went over to Finn living room to find him in a pair of basketball shorts and engrossed in a game of Fifa. I cleared my throat and Finn instantly paused his game and turned to see us.

“Catie,” Finn greeted me but did a double take at seeing me holding onto Seth’s hand, “What’s Rollins doing here?”

“We’re leaving town tonight,” I told him, “Drew raped me last night. I’m not safe here anymore. Seth is taking me far from here and I wanted to see you before I left.”

“Cat stop making up lies to get out of your marriage,” Finn groaned.

“She’s not fucking lying Finn,” Seth gritted his teeth, “Your sister was gang raped by Drew and his two underlings. I was with her when she got a rape kit done by Shawn. He can back it up. Cat was beaten severally too. So get your head out of your ass and be a man for your sister.”

“Seth,” I grabbed onto his arm to try to stop him from trying to hit Finn.

“McIntyre raped you,” I looked at Finn and he looked so broken, “Cat, I’m so sorry. I should have believed you. But I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay here where I can have the Club protect you. I’ll meet with Drew and break this off. I will look into making arrangements with Hunter to have you matched with Seth instead. I’ll fix this.”

“It’s beyond fixing, Finn,” I told him, “I’m not safe here anymore, deartháir mór. I have to leave. I’m sorry I can’t stay. I need to leave, Finn.”

“Let me protect you, deirfiúr beag, please,” Finn begged.

“You can protect me by not telling anyone I’m leaving Orlando with Seth,” I told him as crossed the room and gave him a warm hug, “I promise that I’ll stay in touch. I’m taking my tech with me to encrypt my location and bounce it all over the country so I can’t be tracked. I’m also taking cash from my stash so we don’t leave a paper trail. I promise I’ll come back once I know I can be safe here.”

“Seth,” Finn held me to him as he looked over at Seth, “If anything happens to her, I will put a bullet right between your eyes.”

“She’s not going to be hurt,” Seth promised, “Anyone that wants her has to go through me first.”

After finishing up with Finn, we went back to my place and packed up my things for our trip. I went into the safe I had custom built into my bed and pulled out the cash I had stashed in there and loaded it into my large handbag I was taking with us to hold my laptop and my iPad. Once I had that squared up, I helped Seth pack my clothes up and some of my arsenal of pistols so we had plenty of firepower to protect us while we were out of Orlando.

“Seth, I have fake IDs for us to use when we leave the city,” I pointed over to my night table, “I stashed them in there. I hope you like my alias I used for you. I made sure to make it possible for us to get jobs with our new identities. That way if we run out of money, we can avoid using plastic.”

“Since I have a place for us to hide out in we should be pretty set up,” Seth replied as he grabbed our new IDs, “How the hell did you know my alias was Tyler Black?”

“I might have found it randomly back when I broke into Cerberus,” I replied with a shrug, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Seth came over and planted a tender kiss to my temple, “Now I think you’re packed and ready. Let’s get your things into my car and we’ll head to my place to pack my things.”

We were well underway now, Orlando was far behind us now. I was curled up in my seat, my hand nestled inside of Seth’s as he focused on driving us out of town. I couldn’t wait to be out of the state. I was going to be free of Drew and of my obligations to the Club. I know that I should really face my problems head on, but right now I needed to get away. After what happened to me, I needed to recover and process everything.

“Seth how much longer until we can pull up into a motel,” I asked as I shift my gaze from my window to him.

“We’ll get a motel once we get into Alabama,” he replied, “I want to get us as far away from Orlando as possible. I don’t want to give Drew a chance to send his henchmen after us.”

“Sounds fair,” I sighed and leaned my head back against my seat, “I think that once we get settled I need to change my hair up. It might help me blend in a hide better.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Seth agreed, “I think my blond patch is too obvious. I’ll have to have you dye my hair back to my natural color. Maybe I’ll let my beard grow in more too.”

“That’ll be great,” I replied, “I think you’ll look really good with a nice thick beard.”

After a couple hours, we had crossed into Alabama and made it to the northern edge of the state when I noticed Seth was fighting heavy lids. I knew we had to pull over soon or we’d die from him falling asleep at the wheel.

“Seth we should find a place to turn in for the night,” I hummed as I shook his hand a little to keep him alert, “You’re about to pass out behind the wheel.”

“Okay I think there’s a motel off the exit we can stay in for the night,” Seth agreed and turned onto the exit ramp to pull into the nearby motel.

Once we pulled into a parking spot, I went to go book a room while Seth got our bags from the back of his car. Once I had the keys to the room, I got the room opened up and Seth got our bags in and dumped them by the bed.

“Finally,” Seth sighed as he collapsed onto the bed. I decided to straddle his hips as he laid back on the bed.

“Seth,” I cooed as I slipped my hands under his shirt, “That drive was so boring. I don’t think you should pass out yet.”

“Oh really,” Seth grabbed onto my hips and I felt him grind up against me, and I swear I could feel the beginning of his boner rub against my core through my leggings and his jeans, “Well how do you want to fix that?”

“I think I have an idea,” I pulled him up by his shoulders to sit up and I kissed him passionately, being sure to graze his lower lip with my teeth.

“Strip Cat,” Seth ordered. I got off him and stripped myself down to my bare skin. Every bruise was exposed to him in all their painful glory as was my scar on my shoulder. I went to cover up, but Seth grabbed my hands and began to kiss my discolored skin tenderly, “You are so beautiful, Catriona. You did not deserve this and I will make it my mission that this never happens again.”

“Seth as much as I love you being so protective and cute,” I grabbed at the hem of his shirt, “But I need you so bad right now.”

Seth grabbed his shirt out of my grip and removed it before he finished stripping down to the same state I was. He grabbed my hand and led me towards the bed.

“Lay down for me, Cat,” he ordered gently, “I’ll take care of you tonight.”

I laid back for Seth, resting my head on the pillows. Seth crawled across the bed and hovered over me. I could see he was fully erect at the mere vision I must be for him. He kissed me tenderly, tracing my lips with his tongue to ask for entrance. I parted my lips and his tongue darted into my mouth. I could feel his tongue playing with mine, tasting every part of my mouth. I was so distracted by his tongue I didn’t feel him slip right into my core.

I broke from his kiss and tipped my head back as I let out a small moan. I grabbed onto Seth’s shoulders as he stayed still so I could get adjusted to his size. I think he was also letting me get used to having him in me instead of my past experience with my monster of a fiancé, if I even should call him my fiancé anymore.

“Are you okay with going through with this,” Seth asked as he played with my hair, “We can opt to not do this tonight.”

“I want this. I want you,” I grabbed his hair tie to free his hair, “I want to forget that night by having you take me instead.”

“I got an idea,” Seth grabbed onto my shoulders gently, “Hang onto me.”

I grabbed onto his shoulders and he rolled us over so he was on his back and I was on top of him. I sat up and Seth moved his hands to my hips. I rested my hands against his chest as I felt myself sink down further on his cock. I began to set a nice easy pace to start, working myself down deeper and hard as I rode him.

“I love you Seth,” I moaned as I scratched his chest, leaving little red lines on his skin, “I never want to go back to him. I can’t go back.”

“I won’t let him have you,” Seth moaned as he held onto my hips tightly as he guided me down to meet his strokes.

We kept going, increasing our pace. I leaned down to rest against his chest to kiss him and let my breasts rub against his chest, adding to my pleasure. Seth licked his thumb and worked slow circles on my clit as we kept going faster, deeper, and harder. I could feel my climax coming up closer and closer as Seth increased his speed on my clit.

“Seth I’m so close,” I moaned as gripped onto him tightly, “I’m gonna cum. Ní féidir liom coinneáil i bhfad níos faide, mo grá.”

“Let go, Cat,” Seth encouraged me, “I’m right there too.”

I began to scream as my orgasm consumed me like a hot fire. Seth sat up quickly and captured my lips with his to muffle me. He started to sputter as he shot off his load into me, my orgasm milking him through his climax. Once my orgasm started to subside, I collapsed down onto Seth’s chest, short of breath and coated in a layer of sweat. I felt Seth slip himself out of me, sending aftershocks though my body. I shivered against him and he cradled me to his chest with his strong arms, leaving tender kisses to my temple as he brushed my hair from my face.

Seth shifted and moved, holding me to him as he got us under the covers. I stayed on top of him, holding onto him. I didn’t want to stop feeling him against me. I was so in love with him now more than ever. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I just wanted to be with him and only him.

“I love you, Cat,” Seth sighed as he rolled onto his side to get comfortable, holding me to his chest, “Let’s get some sleep, we have a long day of traveling ahead of us.”

“I love you too, Seth,” I hummed as I nuzzled into his chest further, “See you in the morning.”

After another long day on the road, Seth and I pulled into a quiet neighborhood in Iowa. We were no maybe ten minutes outside of Davenport. Seth pulled his car into the driveway of a charming little house and dug into his glove box in front of me to find a garage door opener. He pressed a button and opened the garage. He pulled the car up into the garage and killed the engine. He looked over towards me after he closed the garage.

“Welcome to my safe house,” Seth smiled as he opened up his door, “No one knows I have this place, not even Hunter. So we should be safe for a long time.”

“This is going to be nice,” I beamed as I got out of the car and joined him at the trunk of his car, “Just us and not a worry in the world. We get to just curl up together and be together for once. Not having to watch our backs to make sure McIntyre doesn’t catch us.”

“Just the way it should be,” Seth kissed me as he grabbed our bags and I grabbed the ones he couldn’t get, “Now let’s go get unpacked and then I’ll give my mom a call.”

“You’re going to call Stephanie,” I furrowed my brows in confusion, “Isn’t that a bit risky.”

“I meant my birth mom,” Seth chuckled before kissing my forehead, “I have a landline that I can call her from that can’t be traced to me. It’s under my Tyler alias. The last time I had to run from Orlando, I ended up being drawn here. That’s when I found my birth mom. We’ve reconnected and she’s been kind enough to keep this place in top shape and the utilities paid. I send her money to cover it for her. I want her to meet the girl that is the love of my life. It’s only fair that she meets her future daughter-in-law.”

“You know,” I looked down at the engagement ring still on my finger, “You should look into putting a ring on my finger. I say we pawn this gaudy one and get a more fitting one.”

“I like the way you think,” Seth pulled me to him and planted a hot kiss on my lips, “Now how about we christen this place.”