#sweaterweather lumosinlove
Text
@oknutzyweek2023 #o'knutzyweek 2023 day one!
a soft and silly little beach day ditty for the cubs
By mid-July, Finn’s shoulders were dense with caramel-colored freckles.
He was also pink. Very pink.
“Aw, honey-” Leo was sympathetic but he couldn’t not laugh when Finn came in from the beach red as a lobster. His face seemed to have gotten the worst of it, lightly scorched across his cheeks and up to his eyebrows. “You fell asleep on the beach, didn’t you?”
“Don’t laugh at me” Finn protested, but he was cracking up too, sheepish as he ran his fingers across the red expanses of his cheeks.
They’d all been out at the O’Hara’s Hamptons place for a week, enjoying the sprawling house and private beach and crystalline pool all to themselves before Alex, Kasey and Natalie arrived with Ramsey and Haley for a week all together. There was certainly space for all of them-- The O’Haras had built a house to share with the people they loved, and they’d all always loved deep-- but there was something special about how it was just them.
Leo knew Logan and Finn had spent time there together in college, knew it was a place that brought them joy, and pain, to think about. It didn’t have any of that bittersweetness for him, though, it was just a sweet-ass house with his boyfriends.
“Aw, rouge...” Logan emerged from the kitchen, drink in hand. He was smiling too. “Rouge for real, huh?”
Finn came up close and flicked him before setting a kiss on the top of his head. “Not my fault I don’t end up like a glowing bronze sculpture like you.”
Leo had to agree that Logan looked great. The off-season suited him, the sun made him glow and his hair was longer than ever, made curlier too by the salt water and ocean air. He was a little softer around the middle, too, still as strong and solid as ever but with an added hint of a squish that Leo couldn’t get enough of. It made him think about life without hockey, about what it might be like getting older, changing together. Those weren’t thoughts that were important or urgent, but they were fun. Something to put on a shelf and take down another day.
“I’ll just put on more sunscreen tomorrow,” Finn was grousing, holding Leo’s mirrored sunglasses out in front of him and peering at his distorted reflection. “I know my mom has, like, a whole skincare horde somewhere in this house.”
“Yeah, and she’s looking amazing,” Leo added. Whatever Hayley O’Hara’s skincare routine was, it was working for her.
Finn just rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he wandered off in search of some aloe vera.
Logan and Leo managed to hold off on making too much fun of Finn’s sunburn for the rest of the night. Not that they didn’t make fun, but. Logan did tan an easy bronze and for all his light hair and blue eyes, years of running around in the hot NOLA had more than prepared Leo for the northeast. It wasn’t Finn’s fault he had the most sensitive skin in the universe, even if it was his fault for falling asleep in the afternoon sun.
It certainly wasn’t his fault that he had two boyfriends with zero chill between them.
The next day, as they settled down on the beach for another day of brilliant cerulean blue skies and the deep indigo of the Atlantic and the crisp pink of Finn’s shoulders, Leo made eye contact with Logan and pulled something from his tote bag. Nestled in with the two paperback books (What if him and Finn both finished what they were reading? What if, heaven forbid, Logan wanted to read?) was a balled up bit of garishly bright fabric.
Logan grabbed at it as soon as Leo had it out of the bag, shaking out the neon-pink-and-rainbow-stripped bucket hat and smushing it over Finn’s dark red hair.
“Hey,” Finn protested half heartedly, even as he adjusted the hat so it sat straight on his head, brim pulled out over his eyes. “This looks silly,” He pouted.
“Nope, this is adorable, you will be keeping that hat on,” Leo insisted, sitting back to admire Finn’s new accessory.
“Also, sun protection, mon rouge,” Logan added, reaching out to gently poke Finn’s (now covered in sunscreen) burnt cheek.
“I don’t know,” Finn said, “I don’t know where you two even found this hat, I feel like I would have noticed this somewhere.”
“No worries,” Logan responded, cracking up a little at the Americanism, at the same time as Leo said, “Don’t worry about it.”
Finn laughed hard at the way they spoke at the same time, so in synch and yet so much themselves. Leo snapped a picture, and then turned the camera to take a selfie of the three of them.
The camera reflected back the huge joy that Leo felt. The beach behind them, empty, just sand and sky and water and grasses swaying on the dunes that rose up toward the house. Their faces, pressed together, sun-kissed and freckled and relaxed. Faces soft in the sleepy way of the summer, bodies warmed by the sun.
And the hat, of course, charmingly tacky and undeniably bright, clashing awfully with Finn’s hair but somehow matching perfectly with his deliciously tiny bright blue swimsuit.
“Missing y’all” Leo typed into the team groupchat a few hours later, sending the selfie of the three of them to the group. “Hopefully Harzy doesn’t get too sunburnt now.”
+
A few hundred miles away, Kasey Winters screenshotted the picture and sent it to Alex.
From: Alex
To: Kase <3
Guess they found your hat after all ;)
41 notes
·
View notes
Text
Just had to write something based on that last Finn artwork.
Both the artwork and the characters and the universe are credited to @lumosinlove
Finn tried to look casual as he leaned against the balcony. It was a beautiful out, the sky a burnt orange where the sun offered its final rays of the day. He was thankful the temperature had yet to drop too much, his chest bare but for the leather knife holster. At least six of his frat brothers had questioned who he was supposed to be and Finn still didn't have answer that wasn't 'generically attractive assassin'. Taking another drag on the cigerette, he wrinkled his nose and tried not to gag this time.
"What are you doing?"
Finn jumped at the familiar lilt, spraying droplets everywhere as he spluttered out, "fuck, Lo! You scared the crap out of me."
"You don't smoke," Logan said.
Hacking his way through another round of coughs, Finn decided it was pointless to even try to argue any experience. When, finally, the tickle at the back of his throat abated, he shrugged. "Thought it'd impress you."
A flash of emotions spread across Logan's features, settling on what Finn knew to be confusion. "Why?"
"Because when we were watching -"
Logan groaned, stepping into Finn's space. He was so close that one small step would have his curls brushing against Finn's cheek. "Please don't tell me you're about to equate yourself with Marlon Brando."
The cigerette continued to burn, but still Finn was sure his cheeks were a greater source of warmth in that moment. "You said it was hot," he insisted.
"For someone so intelligent, you are very dumb sometimes," Logan said with a laugh. The breath whispered across Finn's chest drawing a shiver. "First, that film is from about 200 years ago,"
"I think it was the 50's..."
"The point stands, it gets a lot less attractive when you take modern science into account," Logan continued. "Which leads me onto number 2. Coach is going to kill you."
Finn couldn't argue with that one, so he just stubbed out the cigerette. It had been getting precariously close to his fingers. He ran his tongue over his gums, sure that the smoke had created a film over his mucous membranes leaving a bitter powdery taste he couldn't escape.
"Third, and perhaps most importantly," Logan said, pluking at one of the holster straps. The corners of his mouth curled into a devious little grin. "You absolutely hate the taste, don't you?"
"It's fucking disgusting!" Finn whined.
"Go and brush your teeth," Logan said. He gave an exasperated little sigh which left Finn very much wanting to stay and defend himself. Another sweep of his gums was enough to have him turning back towards the house though. "You know, the costume would have been enough."
Finn spun around on his heel. "What?"
"The costume. Very...attractive," Logan said. Finn didn't know how Logan managed to drip his accent into individual words like that, but he did know Logan knew what he was doing. "Go and clean your mouth and -"
Finn was already pushing back into the chaos of the party before Logan had finished his sentence, fighting his way through a crowd gathered around a keg. "Mouthwash! I need mouthwash!"
33 notes
·
View notes
Text
Could totally see Knutty owning a lil Diner! Saw this in downtown Orlando and made me smile! (Also his boys would come in just for help and to smooch on him when needed! (Or not needed just cause)
8 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Here’s my social media’s for some of the characters in @lumosinlove‘s wonderful fic (my favorite fic) Sweater Weather! I had a fun time with these! Just some of the team and not even all of the most mentioned characters are here, if people like this then maybe I’ll do a part two? I hope all the hazelnoots enjoy! If you’re interested in non Sweater Weather social media aus (drarry, wolfstar, and more hp ships) you can find the ones I made on @uh-drarry
#lumosinlove#sweaterweather#sweater weather#sirius black#remus lupin#logan tremblay#finn o'hara#leo knut#pascal dumais#ollie halla#regulus black#james potter#kasey winter#oknutzy#ace!regulus#Natalie Darcy#Alex O’Hara#celeste dumais#lily potter
536 notes
·
View notes
Note
46.“I’m not going to hurt you. Listen to me. You’re safe and they aren’t going to hurt you again. I’m here now. Trust me, I’m not going to let anybody hurt you. It’s okay. I’m here.” For Coops? Also please don't listen to that last anon. You do not have to write anything for anyone if you don't want to. You owe us nothing. Your writing is amazing.
Hi! Thank you to everyone who send me kind messages after the last anon. I love all of you so very much.
46
CW- Panic attack, verbal fighting, (mentioned), yelling (mentioned), anxiety
Sirius has never panicked like this before.
Ever.
He didn’t know it was even possible for him to panic like this.
He couldn’t get it to stop.
His entire body was shaking.
He could hear the way his teeth were hitting against each other from the force of it.
His chest was heaving.
He couldn’t breathe.
He wasn’t sobbing like he normally does.
At least he didn’t think he was.
And everything was loud.
It was all so loud.
There was banging and yelling and slamming.
Why was it so loud?
“Please, please,” he whispered and covered his ears as tightly as he could. “Please stop,”
But it wasn’t stopping.
He tried to listen for Remus’s voice. Praying that it was the panic drowning it out and not the fighting.
Or even worse, his voice wasn’t there at all.
'Pull yourself together' His mind yelled at him.
'I can’t' he tried to yell back.
Because he couldn’t.
Everything Remus and Heather had taught him to do when he had panic attacks was gone no matter how hard he tried to find them.
The loud turned quiet but he still kept his hands clamped over his ears in fear that it was a trick.
He tensed up when he felt his own hands moving away from his ears, he whined and tried to put them back.
There sounds that he couldn’t understand.
Then different sounds.
His hands obeyed and hit against his ears.
He whined again when they left.
“Shh. Tout va bien, mon fils. Je suis désolée. Je suis vraiment désolée. Nous devrions avoir mieux connu. Pouvez-vous me comprendre?” (Shh. It’s okay, my son. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. We should’ve known better. Can you understand me?)
Yes. He moved his head.
“Bon. C'est bien.” (Good. That’s good.) “Concentre-toi sur ma voix” (Focus on my voice)
Sirius felt a whimper escape his lips. “Re” He rasped out. “Want Re”
“I’m here, baby. Can you understand me?” A nice voice whispered.
Sirius whined with a nod.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Listen to me. You’re safe and they aren’t going to hurt you again. I’m here now. Trust me, I’m not going to let anybody hurt you. It’s okay. I’m here.” The voice said.
“Re?”
“Yeah, baby it’s me. Dumo was here before.”
Sirius said nothing.
“Can you open your eyes for me? I promise everything is okay. Nothing is going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. It’s just you and me in here. I promise you’re okay. Can you open your eyes?”
Sirius whimpered but squinted them open.
“Hi, baby,” Remus smiled sadly. “You’re okay. Can I touch you?”
Sirius shook his head frantically and squeezed his eyes shut again.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m not gonna touch you. Love, I promise I’m not going to touch you.”
“Please don’t” He whispered brokenly.
“Oh my baby, I will never touch you without you wanting me to. I promise. I will never hurt you.”
“I’m sorry”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
Sirius took a breath and opened his eyes, coming back into his body. “I’m sorry,”
“I’m the one who needs to be sorry. I shouldn’t have been yelling, none of us should have been yelling.”
“I shouldn’t have freaked out” Sirius got frustrated with himself for panicking.
“It is not your fault, baby. You are allowed to have panic attacks.”
“It was so stupid though.”
“We were the ones being stupid. It was a stupid fight and none of us were thinking. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. What even happened?” All Sirius remembered was the yelling.
“The usual stressed out blaming peoples mistakes in practice. It just got way too heated. None of us noticed you had stopped talking until you were already in the middle of the panic attack. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” He whispered, eyes closing with exhaustion.
“It seemed like a pretty bad one,”
“The worst,”
“I’m so sorry”
“Please stop apologizing.”
“I’m so- do you want to go home” Remus stopped himself.
Sirius nodded and reached for his boyfriend.
“I love you so much” Remus kissed the top of his head.
“Love you too” Sirius muttered against his chest.
109 notes
·
View notes
Text
Me without You (Pt. 3)
As promised, I finally have Part 3 of Me without You! Yes, there will be at least one more part.
Nuny and the SW world belong to the lovely @lumosinlove.
If you haven’t read it yet, here’s Part 1 Part 2 and you can read my entire Nuny series here on ao3.
cw: coming out and unsupportive parents
“They.. They what?” Jackson asked, though he had definitely heard him. It was more in disbelief.
Zhenya sniffled, a rustling coming through the phone as he wiped at his face, “We had dinner t-tonight. Just three of us and I’m tell them about us. And-” His voice broke off again, the sound muffled.
Running a hand through his hair anxiously, Jackson paced outside the zoo restaurant, “Hey, Zhenya, baby. Take a deep breath for me.” He heard a shaky inhale in reply before continuing, “There you go, you’re doing so good.”
The other man’s sobs slowly calmed down, his breathing a bit shaky before he went on, “Papa got so angry, never heard him yell like that. Say so many bad things, terrible. Mama tried to calm him but he just keep going, told me to leave a-and never come back.” Zhenya rasped out, his voice scratchy through the phone.
“Where are you right now, Z?” Jackson asked, his chest aching as he tried to stay calm. He needed to be supportive, Zhenya didn’t need him freaking out as well.
Zhenya let out a shaky breath, Jackson could tell he was running his hand through his hair. It was tell they both shared when they were anxious. “At hotel nearby. Don’t know where else to go. Could go to family but they ask questions, and I don’t want to answer.”
“Do you want me there? I’ll come. I’ll get on the next flight, babe.” Jackson asked, already itching to start searching flights.
“Can’t ask you to do that, котенок. So far, too expensive.”
Zhenya could barely get out his sentence before Jackson cut him off, “No, that’s not what I asked, Zhenya. Do you want me there?” He repeated.
There was a pause at the other end of the line before Zhenya let out a breath, “Da. Please. Want you here, котенок.”
Jackson was already walking back to the restaurant, “Okay, I’ll be there. I’m gonna go home, pack my bag and then I’ll head to the airport, okay?”
“Alright. Okay, send me flight info. I pick you up,” Zhenya paused. “Jackson?”
Jackson stopped, his eyebrows furrowing, “Yeah babe?”
“I love you. Love you so much.”
A small flurry of butterflies appeared in Jackson’s stomach, as they always did when Zhenya said that to him, “I love you too, always.”
What sounded like a small sigh of relief came from the other end of the phone, “Always. See you soon.” Zhenya whispered before the line clicked off.
Jackson let out a shaky breath before heading back into the restaurant to quickly fill Brady in on what was happening. The other man’s face gradually fell as he listened, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Fuck, that’s horrible,” Brady said, his face filled with worry.
Olivia tugged at his shirt, her other hand pointing at him accusingly, “Bad word. I’ma tell mumma you swore!”
Letting out a sigh, Brady kissed the top of her head, “Sorry, munchkin. I’ll put a dollar in the jar when I get home.” He replied before turning back to Jackson. “Want me to drive you to the airport?”
“Nah, man, you’ve still gotta take the kids to see Liv’s penguins. Just gonna take a Lyft home and go pack. I’ll keep you updated though.” Jackson said. After getting a ride called, he quickly said his goodbyes before heading to the front of the zoo where the car waited.
The entire ride his heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. He knew there was a possibility of this happening, a very large possibility. But how do you prepare for something like that? For your boyfriend’s parents to just throw him out while he’s thousands of miles away from you? You don’t. You can’t.
As the car got closer to their house, Jackson quickly started searching for flights, looking for the fastest flight that was coming up. He had to go to a different airport than the first time he went to Russia, as Zhenya was in Magnitogorsk and not Moscow. He was able to find one that was leaving in an hour and a half and decided Fuck it. Not even bothering to look at the price, he bought it and sent the information to Zhenya. When they pulled up in front of their place, he jumped out of the car, yelling his thanks as he ran into the house.
Less than two hours later, Jackson was on his way to Russia. His feet tapped anxiously under his seat as he watched the clouds go by. Ten more hours. All he wanted was to already have Zhenya with him, to hold him close and protect him from the bullshit of the world. Jackson knew how nervous his boyfriend was for this trip, and obviously it was for good reason… Nine hours and 59 minutes.
Leaning back in his seat, Jackson’s eyes began to droop. The adrenaline began to wear off as he finally was able to settle down. This was the second time he had made an abrupt trip to Russia, but at least Zhenya knew he was coming this time. Throwing his headphones in, he decided to try and get some sleep. He’d be landing there in the morning anyways.
**
After ten hours of dozing on and off, eating not totally terrible airplane food and annoying his seatmates with his tapping feet, Jackson finally landed. He had never wanted to be off an airplane as much as he did right now, knowing that Zhenya was waiting for him.
Quickly grabbing his carry-on, Jackson made his way off the plane. All he wanted to do was sprint towards the front door and jump into Zhenya’s arms, but he couldn’t. Not yet. Not here. He’d have to wait till they were back at the hotel… or at least in his car.
Even in Russia, Zhenya was one of the tallest people around. He stood next to his car, hood pulled up over overly-ruffled hair. Jackson quickly walked over, dragging his bags back behind him before stopping in front of Zhenya. The taller man’s eyes were red-rimmed, it didn’t look like he had slept at all.
“Hi Zhenya..” Jackson murmured softly, his hands itching to reach out and pull his boyfriend close, protecting him from all the bad things.
A small smile, tired but a smile nonetheless, appeared on Zhenya’s face, “Hi котенок.” He whispered before taking one of his bags. “We switch up this time. Now baby Canadian come rescue me.”
“I’ll always come to rescue you, Zhenya.” Jackson said as they both put his bags in the trunk before getting in the car. He had never been so happy for Zhenya’s tinted windows as he reached across the center console, pulling the other man in for a kiss.
Zhenya rested his forehead on Jackson’s as they pulled away, letting out a shaky breath, “Thank you.. Thank you for coming.”
Nodding, Jackson intertwined their fingers, “Always.”
The ride was quiet as they made their way to the hotel. It wasn’t long, Zhenya pulled into a parking garage by the hotel less than 10 minutes later before they quickly made their way up to his room.
As soon as the door was closed, Zhenya was in his arms, his face pressed into Jackson’s shoulders. He held on as if he was afraid Jackson would disappear if he let go.
Jackson wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, holding Zhenya tight as he felt the shaking in his shoulders, “I’ve got you, babe. It’s going to be alright,” He murmured. “Why don’t we lay down, Zhenya? Yeah? You need to get some sleep.”
Letting himself be pulled to the bed, Zhenya waited till Jackson laid down before sprawling on top of him. He let his head rest over the other man’s chest, eyes closed as he listened to the steady beat of his boyfriend’s heart. Laying here with Jackson, Zhenya knew everything would be okay, even if it didn’t feel like it right now.
“Do you wanna talk about it, baby?” Jackson softly asked, his fingers running gently through Zhenya’s hair.
The Russian man let out a breath, his grip tightening on Jackson’s shirt, “I-I..I know it’s bad to go in with hopes up. But I hoped. I hoped it would be okay. But not good idea. Stupid..” He whispered, his voice breaking.
Jackson gently pulled Zhenya up to face him, his fingers tracing carefully over the other man’s jaw, “Baby, no. It’s not stupid to hope that your parents will support you. That’s the exact opposite of stupid. They’re your parents, and you look up to them and you love them and all you want is their love and support in return. And to have that yanked away from you in one conversation, it’s horrible.. It’s the worst. And I’m sorry they hurt you the way that they did.”
As the tears began falling again, Zhenya pressed his face into Jackson’s chest, unable to hold back the sobs any longer, “P-Papa say it’s wrong, we’re wrong. B-but I know that’s not true. I know we’re right.”
“We are right, baby. We are. There’s nothing wrong with our love and if your papa doesn’t see that, that’s his problem.” Jackson whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He held him close as he cried, knowing he needed to get it out.
The tears began to slow as Zhenya fell asleep, his entire body curled up so he could cuddle close to Jackson’s side. It was obvious he hadn’t slept since he left his parent’s house yesterday.
Careful to not wake his boyfriend, Jackson grabbed his bag from where he set it next to the bed. He didn’t want to leave the other man’s side so after plugging in his phone and texting Brady, he curled up with him again, his arm going around his waist.
Just as he was about to doze off, a soft knock came from the hotel door. Jackson sat up carefully, trying not to jostle his boyfriend as he made his way to the door. Expecting a worker from the hotel, his eyes widened when he opened the door.
“Mrs. Kuznetsov..”
#nuny#jackson nadeau#evgeni kuznetsov#lumosinlove#sweaterweather#me without you#fic update#coming out#kuny#nado#zhenya#lumosinlove sweater weather#sweater weather#soft hockey boys
83 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hey look what I'm doing again! Writing about the boys that took over my life. I love them wayy too much
Thank you Sweater Weather Discord sever by @jacklighting (go check it out it is amazing) for this idea
Thank you so much @peanut-the-goalie for beta-ing and helping me out with this, ily
As always all credit for the characters goes the wonderful, brilliant, amazing @lumosinlove
Finn, Leo, and Logan never planned on hiding their relationship
Logan had shot that idea down immediately after they had gotten together
He had seen what had happened to Cap and Loops and he would rather not be forcibly outed by some random person
It was a long path to this happiness for all of them. They were going to tell the world about it on their own terms.
While Leo had known who he was the earliest he had to hide who he really was for fear of all the judgment and blatant homophobia of the NHL
Finn had a harder time coming to terms with his feelings, but once he allowed himself to feel what he did for Logan he had a long wait until Logan confronted his feelings
Logan took the longest to come to terms with himself. But once he confronted his feelings for Leo and Finn he realized just what he was missing out on
So they decided to not announce it, but not actively try to hide it from the public
Then Logan goes to All Stars and Finn and Leo tell the team about their relationship while Lo tells Sirius
And while the rest of the team is at Remus' house James, being the dramatic little shit he is, takes an Instagram story
Saying something like "Nobody will cuddle with meeeee"
And Leo and Finn are in the background cuddling and being overall sappy
The fans and the media have a field day
Like, The Gryffindor Lions don’t only have ONE gay couple, they have two!
And the fans are mostly supportive
The cubs see this response and decide to have some fun with it
Because why not
Life goes on
The media gets over the fact that hockey isn't a completely heterosexual sport
Then one day Finn posts something on Instagram that causes a SCANDAL
He put up a picture of Logan on Leo's lap while they share a tender kiss in the locker room
Finn captions this photo "DISGUSTING" much to the rest of the team's amusement
Because right after he was behind Logan kissing the shorter boy's neck
The fans and the media go crazy
Is it Leo and Logan? Or is it Finn and Leo?
Or is Leo just a player?
The fans were divided into four categories
Those who shipped Logan and Leo
Those who shipped Leo and Finn
Those who didn't care (they were there for the hockey)
And those who secretly thought POLYAM RELATIONSHIP
Eventually though, over the course of a few months, the craze dies down like it always does
That is, until The Lions first match of the 2021 season
The cameras focus in on Finn, Leo, and Logan (the scandal hadn't quite disappeared)
And then Finn and Logan did their customary butt tap but then they shared a chaste kiss
The fans went wild
Who was together?
Was it Leo and Logan?
Logan and Finn?
Finn and Leo?
What was going on?
Who was together???
Maybe Leo and Logan are together
Finn and Logan had known each other for almost 5 years, surely they were just really close friends.
And Leo and Finn were roommates
Surely they were just super close
Roommates can platonically cuddle, right?
But eventually, after a few weeks, the theories got so wild that Alice got fed up
Alice was getting hundreds of questions a day
She asked the cubs to make an official statement
Because maybe then the god awful torrent of mail would stop
And Logan convinced Finn and Leo that the best way to show the media that all three of them were together was to go with the original plan of making out in the locker room
As soon as the game was over Logan grabbed Nut and Fish and dragged them off the ice throwing a mischievous grin at the cameras before entering the locker room
Like 5 to 10 minute time skip because I said so and I can do whatever the hell I want; it's my fic
When the media entered the Lions room they were met with a sight none of them expected
Finn was seated on Leo's lap kissing Logan with an astonishing amount of love and intensity while Leo was kissing and nipping at Finn's neck
Cameras went off and Dumo threw a sock at the three lovebirds shouting something along the lines of "Get a room"
To which the rest of the team enthusiastically agreed
The trio broke apart smiling before Logan climbed off Leo's lap giving the taller one a tender kiss before heading over to his stall
Immediately Finn and Leo were surrounded by reporters
All of the questions were about their relationship
To which Finn and Leo responded with a simple "We're together"
After about five minutes of questions about their relationship, Alice shooed the reporters away from the Cubs and the questions moved on to being about the game
Logan, Leo, and Finn smiled at each other
Surely the media would get the fact that they were together
The next day the headlines read "Three Hockey Stars Share A Close Friendship?"
You can hear Logan's head smack the table
The cubs decide to post a picture on the team's Instagram
It's an adorable picture
Logan and Leo are dumping a Home Depot bucket full of rainbow glitter on Finn who is sitting with a huge smile on his face
They caption it "We love who we love, if you can't accept that then you aren't our fans"
Underneath that there is a basic and brief description of polyamory and the cub's relationship
The response they got is mainly positive
There are comments saying how adorable they are, and how their relationship helped them accept their polyamory
The cubs are known as the cutest relationship of the Lions (much to Sirius' disappointment)
They take over the Instagram once a month
And now, it is completely normal to see all three of them exchange chaste kisses before a game
In fact, it's become a superstition
Whooo thats long one. I had way too much fun writing that.
Thank you for reading :)
#sweaterweather#sweater weather#sw#lumosinlove coast to coast#lumosinlove sweater weather#lumosinlove#coast to coast#c2c#coops#wolfstar#leo knut#finn x logan x leo#finn o'hara#logan tremblay#o'knutzy#oknutzy#my writing
300 notes
·
View notes
Note
O'Knutzy centered chat?
Alright. Here’s a little thing for this. It’s centered on O’Knutzy but takes a detour to get to the point.
I’ve snuck in a nod to parks and Rec... lemme know if you spot it!
Thanks to @lumosinlove for giving us the gift of sweater weather!
@frombeauxbatons this is a little bit for you too!
—
James makes a group chat. Dumo doesn’t want to be the dad. Kasey knows a lot about sex. Sunny sees things. Leo is embarrassed. Logan gets a gift. Finn is a little proud of himself. The team has named O’Knutzy as the unholy trinity.
—
James created a group chat
James added kasey, dumo, Sergei, Sunny, Sirius, Remus
James: dumo we had a vote. You need to talk to the unholy trinity about this. There’s nothing wrong with some road trip action. God knows Nado literally has a booty call on hand in every city we visit. But there’s also the fact that walls are thin. @kasey already agreed to do the actual sex talk part. So it’s on you two.
Dumo: can someone tell me again why I am the one who has to do this?
Kasey: I’m doing the sex talk part you’re doing boundaries on road trips and pda. That’s the deal old man
Dumo: Sirius is the captain? He should do it or re he’s a doctor
Remus: I’m a therapist not a doctor and I already pushed them to admit their feelings. My part is done
Sunny: woah you’re the reason I now have to live with the vision of baby rookie bent over a bench in the equipment room?
Remus: I told them to not do anything at work
Kasey: aw let them be in love man. It’s cute. Also like either of you haven’t all done weird shit when you were still in the honeymoon phase?
Dumo: well. I know for certain that cap and loops have
Sirius: you made us share a bed. You get to give the talk to the boys. Also they’re like your sons so.
Sergei: u not Still honeymoon phase?
Kasey: they totally are. Remus is about to climb cap like a shaggy tree every time he scores. It’s cute.
Sunny: dumo you’re like the lAst person to complain.
Sergei: I walk in on u and Celeste so many times.
Dumo: well it’s not my fault you can sneak up. You should weAr a bell or something.
James: how did he walk in on you? You’ve never lived together?
Dumo: where do you think he sleeps when anya is mad at him?
James: anyways I bought a gag for Logan with the money I won and used the $500 they paid Sunny not to tattle to set up a jar for when they get caught again and we might have to bribe people not to say anything... the unholy trinity emergency fund...
——
Knutterbutter: I still hate this name. Also why does blizzard and dumo want to talk to us?
Tremendouzly: dunno. Maybe they caught you two in the gym?
Finnisagod: they didn’t. Sunny might have seen something but he just winked and walked out. Also I paid him $500 not to tattle...
Knutterbutter: and you trust him? He’s as bad as James. And he speaks Russian. You know him and Sergei are talking about us. Also I’m worried.
Tremendouzly: okay just let’s get through this. Wait why is kasey here?
——
Knutterbutter: that was the most mortifying thing I’ve ever experienced.
Tremendouzly: I can’t believe they all chipped in to buy me a gag. I’m not that loud...
Finnisagod: hahahah oh yes you are. But come on calm down boys. They just asked us to keep it down. Not to stop Doing things. Oh and to promise to apologize to Olli.
Knutterbutter: oh. Shit. Olli. Forgot about that. It’s like Casper the friendly ghost seeing you have sex 🥺
finnisagod: hahaha come on Olli lives with timmers and is like best friends with Kuny and nado. He’s even had Kuny chained to his bed, naked?
Tremendouzly: I can’t believe kasey talked to us about sex. I’m pretty sure my dick committed suicide
Finnisagod: if we weren’t on a bus I could check for you 😜💦😋😉
Knutterbutter: you’re not doing anything. This is already mortifying. Nado and Kuny high-fived me and offered suggestions. Also James betted on us and won about $500 on who came first....
Finnisagod: at least they didn’t fine us. And the $ 500 went towards Logan’s gag 😂
Finnisagod: also don’t be a bore knutty, like you wouldn’t love to watch me go down on Logan right here...
Tremendouzly: I wouldn’t mind. But stop Finn. Knut is unhappy
Knutterbutter: how are you all not more embarrassed?
Tremendouzly: come on, this is their way of accepting. Also we’ve got shit loads of crap on all of these idiots too and it’s only a matter of time before Kuny or Nado sends another nude or somehow fucks up...
Knutterbutter: I have to work with kasey. More than you two. I can’t ever unhear him talk about sex like that. He had a power point
Finnisagod: I found it very educational. Kasey is a serious guy. He didn’t even flinch and I’m pretty sure dumo was blasting willie Nelson on Max volume and pretending he was on a beach somewhere in the Bahamas? So no ones hurt
—-
Kasey: well we did the talk. They were embarrassed- Leo most. Though finn seemed very intrigued with the gag tho. Also dumo went to his happy place.
Sirius: you let him listen to country music and pretend they’re still just reading books and braiding Logan’s hair?
Kasey: yup.
James: alright we owe you two a dinner.
Dumo: dinner? I want a ‘04 la tour. And also dinner. And babysitting the next three evenings off
Kasey: hahahah hard bargain. We would be happy to babysit.
Sirius: practicing? 😉
Kasey; hell yeah. I’m gonna make some awesome babies with nat. Gonna take over the world.
Remus: I believe you. Sirius and I would be happy to babysit too 😌
Dumo: 😘 though Adele never quite forgave you for stealing Sirius. Though she’s still certain she’s going to marry Logan. Not sure how to break the news to her.
219 notes
·
View notes
Text
OPENING LINES
Opening lines...
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.
Well, @xinasvoice tagged me and I'll play along because they're great and this is a fun game, regardless of the fact that I don't even have 20 published stories. But let's do this thing!
In chronological order.
1. "The house was in a much more posh part of London than Remus was used to, and it was Muggle to boot." From Always on Top This sentence has little to nothing to do with the story and is just part of the setup to sex. 3/10
2. “Why don’t we do this more often? We used to hang out, just the two of us all the time in school,” Lily asked as she turned to face Remus on the sofa they were sharing." From We Should Do This More Often Again, set up again, but this time it's a shameless excuse for a foursome. 4/10
3. “This is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Hermione said, looking increasingly annoyed." From Our Secret a story I wrote for a Dramione fest. The story devolves into smut, but the beginning is a bit boring. 2/10
4. "Stop staring, Dromeda, it's disgusting and beneath you," Narcissa said bitingly to her sister." From Secret Rendezvous Kind of a fun exchange here between sisters. And who doesn't love Andromeda Black crushing on Ted Tonks? 6/10
5. “Remus, are you sure we're going the right way?” Sirius asked as he let his boyfriend drag him by the hand further down the shady looking alleyway." From Happy Birthday Sirius Like 2 sentences of set up to what is easily some of my favorite Wolfstar sex that I've written. 7/10
6. "To say that Andromeda Tonks nee’ Black had left her parent’s home in a hurry was an understatement." From The Dollhouse. This story was a prompt for a fest and I got really into it. The opening line isn't exactly exciting though. 4/10
7. "Sirius and James were in their shared bathroom in Gryffindor tower, James trying to tame his always unruly hair, and Sirius getting his shaving kit out, “Sirius, mate, what the hell is that on your face?” James teased as he looked at Sirius in the mirror." From When You Look Like That Ah, a little banter to start a story. One of my favorite little one shots I've written. It was for a prompt about jawline kisses and I really like this one. 7/10
8. "The summer had been long and hot, and Julian was ready for it to be over." From Language! A boring opening line, but a cute little story that I wrote as a gift fic for someone in the #sweaterweather universe by @lumosinlove 5/10
9. “How could you?” James screamed at Sirius. “You’re supposed to be his best friend! You’re supposed to be his boyfriend!” James stumbled a bit on the last word, Sirius and Remus had only told James and Peter the details of their relationship three days ago, and that was only because James had walked in on them in bed together in nothing but their boxers." From The Morning After Oooh this sets the tone perfectly for this little ficlet. Maybe it's my favorite? 9/10
10. “Merlin, I love when you’re like this,” Remus groaned. “You know how much I love you, don’t you?” he asked as Sirius let out a breathy moan." from Maybe It's More Than a Fantasy Did I start a story in the middle of a blowjob? Yep, sure did. 8/10
11. “I know you want a threesome, Sirius. You’ve been mentioning it for years. It’s ok to have a kink for it. I’m right there with you. But, you want it with James?” Remus asked, staring into Sirius’ eyes." From We Can't Live Without You Well, I mean it tells you exactly what the story is about now, doesn't it? 7/10
12. “You’re really going to ask her tonight?” Ron asked as he opened the little black velvet box that Harry had just handed him. “It’s a huge step, mate. There’s no going back if you marry her.” From At Last sets up the story and it's cute. 6/10
13. "Harry stared at the crimson ink. The elegant but familiar script was carefully etched on what had to be the most expensive parchment galleons could buy, and Merlin be damned if it didn’t smell exactly like her. He heard Draco enter his office and didn’t even bother to look up." From Is It Ever Enough? Not the most interesting opener, but still, I like it. 7/10
14. “What does it feel like to be the most beautiful woman in this room?” Sirius whispered into Hermione’s ear.
She rolled her eyes and didn’t bother to turn around. “What’s it like to be the most cocksure twat in this room?” She replied as Sirius stalked around to face her." From Good Boy I don't care that I put more than one sentence here. THE BANTER! 8/10
15. “What the hell are you doing? We are going to get caught, you know,” James says as he is pushed back into the metal bathroom partition.
“Who's going to catch us in here? It’s a Muggle bar in Wales, and don’t act like getting caught doesn’t turn you on just a little,” Regulus says, licking a stripe up the bronze skin of James’ neck." From Promises which I wrote for @phoenixofslytherin. You get two sentences again because I'm not a rule follower. I love this. I love this story and I love the banter (sensing a theme here?) 9/10.
My favorite overall is probably #9 (or possibly #15) I am a sucker for dialog, and I think that is what not only is the most interesting to me for a start to a story but it's what keeps me hooked. My earlier writing is a lot of surroundings and setup, but as it progresses it's almost always dialog.
@phoenixofslytherin it's your turn!
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
/ snip of smth for #oknutzyweek2023 /
The off-season suited him, the sun made him glow and his hair was longer than ever, made curlier too by the salt water and ocean air. He was a little softer around the middle, too, still as strong and solid as ever but with an added hint of a squish that Leo couldn’t get enough of. It made him think about life without hockey, about what it might be like getting older, changing together.
/
#o'knutzy#advancing my silly little agenda#sweaterweather lumosinlove#o'knutzyweek2023#leo knut#finn ohara#logan tremblay
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
Happiest of birthday to our dear Knutty. This year, I imagine he's dragged Finn and Logan camping and it's a great idea until rain starts falling...and just doesn't stop. It's cold and it's wet and it's going to get dark soon and there's no way they are getting the tent set up or a fire going. Car camping it is.
They manage to find a rundown looking cafe that Logan is convinced is going to be the last place they ever visit because they are going to be murdered, but Finn can charm anybody and the grumpy old lady inside is no different.
The furniture is 1000 years old, and there's a layer of dust on tall bookshelves that line the walls that doesn't look like it's been disturbed in about as long. The tables however are pristine.
There's no menus, just a chalkboard with delicate handwriting that looks out of place amongst the rest of the rundown interior.
Egg, bacon and cheese sandwich $5
Chocolate pie $3.75
Coffee $2
They order 3 of everything and Peggy (the grumpy old lady) points them to one of five tables. They try not to out themselves - rural new york isn't exactly known for being a beacon of liberalism - but they're out of practice and it's not long before an endearment slips out. All three of them pause, time seeming to stop until Peggy chuckles and shakes her head. "I'm 82 years old, there's nothing you could do I ain't seen. Besides, my Jason, he's one of you lot. And I'll tell you what I told him, there's food for everybody here. Everybody."
They're not sure if it's because they are cold and hungry, or if the sandwiches are truly as sublime as they taste right now. The coffee is thick and dark and slightly burnt and fantastic.
Peggy takes a shine to Logan, piling another sandwich onto his plate with a rare smile when he asks. She finds out it's Leo's birthday and there's a great clattering in the kitchen before she returns with a slice of pie, a single candle in the middle.
It's not exactly the birthday Leo expected, but it's pretty darn good nevertheless
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
Wake up! New HC just dropped!
Lolo singing whilst washing the dishes. He's making a fucking MESS but Leo's willing to put up with it for the singing.
....
He did hide the cast iron frying pan. It's his precious okay?
#side note: do US Americans say 'doing the washing up?'#if not i translated it for y'all#you're welcome#logan tremblay#lumosinlove#leo knut#sweaterweather
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
I do not know what it is with me and these Christmas fics, and their need to be tooth rottingly saccharine. The kitchen is usually Leo's sanctuary but for one day a year, he lets the people he loves come in.
We're a few days behind, but I hope everybody that celebrates had a wonderful Christmas. For everybody else, I hope you had a fantastic weekend.
CW: Food (a big theme), mention of minor injury and Christmas
Rating: G
Credit for characters goes to @lumosinlove
It was 7.32pm on Christmas Eve - Eve, and the usually meticulously kept kitchen looked like a particularly aggressive weather front had blown through it; seemingly every available utensil was strewn across the counters, a stack of dirty mixing bowls had breached the banks of the sink spilling over onto the surfaces next to it, and there was powdered sugar, well, everywhere really.
On any other day of the year, Leo's blood pressure would have been dangerously high at this point. Not today though, today, this was exactly how things were meant to be. The kitchen was his safe space, and as much as he loved his boyfriends, the barely controlled chaos they often brought to the room was not what he needed at the end of a long day. That all washed away in the tradition of sticky sweet kisses, and an inevitable disaster.
There had been the year where somebody - Logan if they were naming names - had forgotten to set the timer on the cookies, and distracted by enthusiastic renditions of Last Christmas, none of them had noticed the burning until thick smoke began leaching from the oven.
Another year had brought an ER visit. Thankfully, it had turned out to be just a sprained ankle, the schedule falling in such a way Logan hadn't had to miss a single game. Perhaps worse, he did have to tell Moody that he'd injured himself by slipping on a milky egg mixture, an occasion which had required an intervention from Coach Weasley. To everybody's relief, Moody was informed he couldn't actually ban the entire team from cooking. The phrase ‘no use crying over spilt milk’ had taken on a new meaning after that.
Last year was appropriately dubbed ‘the meringue mishap’. Leo could still hear the unrestrained glee that had filled Finn's voice as he proudly demonstrated how you could check a whipped meringue's readiness. And the resulting high pitched squeal when the mixture had dripped down onto his head in a thick, white mess.
Until now, this year has been going so well. They'd been ambitious with their plans to make gingerbread people, cupcakes and a yule log, but with each success Leo felt himself relaxing.
They'd made it through the use of the mixer. "Slow first, then fast. I know," Logan had said, blowing flour residue at Leo before gently pushing him away with a parting kiss. "Go, help Harzy."
The gingerbread people had all made it out the oven perfectly golden brown, ready for Finn to work his magic. It was yet to be seen if he could wield the icing tubes precisely enough to exact his artistic vision.
Melting the chocolate had been...messy. Still, the only casualties had been the once cream aprons, now painted with brown. And the cupboard doors. And the walls. "You have something," Logan had grinned, and before Leo could react Logan had smeared a long streak down his cheek. "Here." He wouldn't have called the resulting incident a food fight, perhaps more of a food disagreement.
With a truce and a shower later, most of the chocolate was gone, and enough time had passed for the bakes to have cooled enough to decorate. It could almost have been called a plan.
Leo stood frozen, hands hanging in the air still held inches apart, the gap between them the exact dimensions of the box which had once been there.
"I-" Leo looked between Logan, Finn and the box of powdered sugar. The box of powdered sugar that had once been in his hands and which was now on the floor. "I don't know what happened."
"Baby?" Logan's voice was tentative, and yet Leo could hear the laughter straining at its edges. "Are you okay?"
"I think you might have dropped something."
Leo pursed his lips, blinking slowly at Finn.
"This is way better than snow," Finn declared from where he stood, tongue sticking out to catch the sweet remnants of the cloud that had erupted from the container.
"It's alright, Le," Logan said, tugging at Leo's collar until he bent his head low enough for Logan to capture his lips. "We can get some more tomorrow. Come help me with the cupcakes, I don't think I'm doing it right."
Leo laughed, knocking his head against Logan's. "Let me show you how to pipe them again." He had noticed the current attempt was resembling an abstract mountain range, rather than the Christmas trees they were supposed to.
"Lo, are you listening?"
"Ouais," Logan didn't look up, tracing his fingers through the dusty film stark against the dark marble of their counters. 'Knutty 4 Tremzy', he wrote, enclosing the words in a large heart.
"Wait!" Finn exclaimed. Leo's heart hammered in chest, eyes scanning over Finn urgently trying to figure out where the emergency was. "We don't have purple icing. How am I supposed to recreate the versace sweater without purple."
"Harzy, I think we need to have a conversation about relative urgency and tone."
"I think we need to have a conversation about how you just said 'relative urgency', but forgot the word lid earlier."
"Come and talk to me when you speak two languages, trou de cul."
Leo let them squabble, pressing the piping bag into Logan's hands with a smile. It wasn't quiet, it wasn't tidy, but it was exactly how it it was meant to be.
#cw:food#cw:minor injury#leo knut#logan tremblay#finn o'hara#cw: christmas#sweaterweather#lumosinlove
74 notes
·
View notes
Text
Imagine The Lions playing a pride game.
The fans are showering Coops with love even before game day, and the cubs are worried that it's going to be achingly difficult to get through it.
But as Logan glides onto the ice, Sirius throws his arm around him and tells him to enjoy this one. Sirius tries to give Logan a shot that he clearly should have taken so that he can get his hattrick, however Logan furrows his brow and passes it back for Sirius to score. A few minutes later, Logan slides the puck in the net all by himself, thank you very much.
Leo doesn't get any time on the ice for the first half of the game, but he manages to maintain Kasey's shutout, despite the opposition's valiant efforts.
And Finn, Finn gets to kiss both of his boys in front of thousands of fans because it really wasn't that unusual to see Finn O'Hara's lips on his teammates, especially when they had given Logan and Leo's level of performance. And when that one reporter comments on the length of time his lips were on Logan's, he merely winked and said, "We're supposed to be celebrating love, right?" and nobody questions it any more than that.
They might not have been able to be truly open, but decked out in rainbow flags and painted faces, the cubs knew that everybody that was important was watching and rooting for them, and that some little boy was sat at home realising that he too could play hockey even though he had a massive crush on that boy in science class.
#leo knut#finn o'hara#logan tremblay#sweaterweather#lumosinlove#coast to coast#remus lupin#sirius black#coops#cw:closeted
116 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Lions for Dummies
Book Cover Part 1 Part 2
Dang okay, I did not expect to get 2 parts up barely an hour apart but I got excited.
CW- mention of outing, therapy, past injury
Page 12
Sirius Black (captain) and Remus Lupin (previous pt) are in a relationship (which you already knew)
Remus is pretty much the only person who can calm Sirius down. (107)
They are grossly in love but it’s very cute.
Remus helped Sirius when Sirius broke his ankle (117) and they got more feelings for each other.
Dumo (26) invited them over for dinner after realizing they liked each other so that he could play cupid. (121)
Then there was a storm and he locked them in a room together.
They admitted feelings and made out.
They were outed a few months later. (117)
They are gross all the time (94)
Page 36
The Cubs (also known as Leo Knut, Logan Tremblay, and Finn O’Hara) are dating.
Finn and Logan have been in love since Harvard but were too scared to admit it.
Finn fell in love with Leo while they lived together Leo’s first year on the team.
Then Logan realized that he also kind of liked Leo but was conflicted because of his feelings for Finn.
After failed attempts from Leo, Remus finally had to practically force them to admit their feelings.
And now they are all dating and all live together.
Oh, also Finn fake dated a girl named June, and now June’s dating Heather (Page 55)
Page 55- (this part belongs solely to @spookypotato)
If you have problems that a PT cant solve, go to Heather.
For the love of god, please go to Heather.
You don’t need to do that alone.
We have a therapist.
Our own.
She doesn’t have any work, because everyone's problems are slowly simmering inside them.
Please occupy her day. She’s bored.
We all have struggles.
You're not bothering her, it’s literally her job.
You can go to anyone on the team too.
But Heathers a professional and the rest of us will kind of just wing it.
Seriously most of us suck at giving advice.
Page 65
Don’t worry about any weird superstitions you have.
None of them can be worse than Cap and Loops. (94)
Page 94
If you see Sirius and Remus go into a random room or closet before a game… ignore it.
Just look away, ignore it.
It’s a superstition (65) that everyone could do better without but they do it so ignore it.
Trust us when we say it’s better to just pretend it’s not happening.
Page 121
If you have feelings for someone just tell them.
It’s exhausting so just get it over with.
If you don’t Dumo (26) will get way too excited about playing Cupid and lock you in a room together until you admit your feelings and hopefully makeout (more about Sirius and Remus on page 12)
Page 195
Just like we hate the Snakes (117)
We also hate Vegas.
Not all, actually really only one of them.
Greyback.
He nearly (for a brief period of time did) end Remus’s hockey career by tearing up his shoulder.
He also broke Sirius’s ribs.
We hate him.
Lions belong to @lumosinlove
Leave suggestions for more things rookies should know when joining the team.
(Someone mentioned June/Heather a while ago and so I thought why not while writing them in)
#lumosinlove#vaincre lumosinlove#vaincre#sweaterweather#sweaterweatherlumosinlove#coops#oknutzy#dumo#thelionsfordummies#leave prompts#part 2
69 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello there, Lucy! I really enjoyed the injury aspect of the O'darwin fic, I thought it felt very maturely handled to me. I was wondering if you'd perhaps write a continuation based on the last sentence where he stays busy healing in Gryffindor by spending time with Finn? I respect that you don't take hurt/comfort prompts so I'm very sorry if this is too much angst for you but I was hoping we could see Finn helping his brother through his recovery, please. Thank you!
Hi! Sorry this took so long to do 🙈 This isn't 100% what you asked for, but I hope it is satisfying!
You can read the prequel to this fic here which will provide context.
CW: healing from an injury
Rating: T
Let me know if you think I missed any content warnings or need to change the rating.
All characters and the sweater weather universe belong to @lumosinlove
Alex watched mournfully as the bright yellow ball soared past him again, the muscles in his thighs twitching with desire to chase it. Not even a year ago, he'd have met Natalie's serve easily. “Alright, that’s me out," he sighed, pride swelling in his chest. It was still difficult to temper his competitiveness like, but he’d learned his lesson the last time he’d over - done it. Besides, the berating he’d received off his physio hadn’t been worth the slight smoothing of the dent of his ego.
"You good?" Finn spun the racket in his hands, hair plastered with sweat against his forehead. By this point Alex had gotten used to his brother's boring stare searching for any hidden ribbons of pain in his face.
"You know the doc said I’m good to play again as long as I listen to my body. I’m listening. Do you want me to bring you a signed permission slip?” Alex bit back a comment about how Finn was only so concerned, because overstepping his limits was well within his own remit of personality flaws too.
“Sorry for caring, dickface.” Finn stuck his tongue out and picked up a slow jog across the court to grab the ball. He tapped the edge of his racket appeasingly against Alex’s shoulder as he passed. “Blizz, Nat. You two play. Winner stays on?”
“Sir,” Kasey drawled, knocking the tips of his fingers on his temple in a lazy salute.
Alex met Natalie's eyes across the net just briefly before their mouths split with a loud laughter. Next to her, Kasey blinked slowly at the two of them, his expression clearly indicating he thought they’d lost their minds. It only served to make them laugh harder until air forced itself out of Alex’s nose in a snort. He clutched his side, the muscles there beginning to complain about the lack of oxygen they were receiving. “Did Finn just possess you?” Alex finally managed to gasp out.
“You become more of an amalgamation of your team each day, Sugar,” Natalie said, a smile still settled on her lips as she pressed them to Kasey’s cheek. “Now go -" she pushed him away playfully, "- onto the other side. I have a game to win.”
“I’m influential," Finn grinned.
“You’re something, but influential isn’t the word I would choose." Kasey raised an eyebrow. The ball was thrown in his direction at speed, but he plucked it from the air with ease, Kasey's expression smug as he curled long fingers around it. "Do you want another attempt at that, Harzy."
"Just watch your back, Winter," Finn laughed lightly, showing Kasey his middle finger.
Kasey snorted. "Well, alright. While Finn perfects his supervillain act, Nat, are you good to play first to ten points?"
"Sure thing," Natalie nodded, her ponytail bobbing. She snaked her tongue over her lips to wet them and smirked. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you, babe."
"No you won't," Kasey deadpanned.
"You're right, I won't, Natalie laughed. Alex loved that laugh; it was almost childlike, loud and unapologetic but warm and inviting, just like the rest of her personality. It made Alex want to laugh when he heard it.
"I get ripped into when I look at my boys like that," Finn said, nudging Alex’s shoulder as they sat on the bench, metal warm against the back of their legs under the unseasonably warm early afternoon sun.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re falling in love all over again.” Finn had flung his towel over his shoulder, head tipped back slightly, gulping water from the bottle pressed to his lips. He looked far too nonchalant for the sentence that had just left them.
“You really should have been a brooding artist," Alex teased. Brooklyn would welcome you with open arms." Finn wasn’t wrong though. Alex seemed to find a new way to fall for Natalie and Kasey every day.
“And deny the world the joy that is Finn O’Hara on the ice? I think not.”
“So modest.” Alex nudged Finn this time, taking the opportunity to swipe Finn’s water bottle from his hands. He had his own, but he’d dumped his backpack on the other side of the court. Finn made a weak protest, huffing as he hauled his bag onto his lap, grumbling something unintelligible whilst he dug through it. After a lifetime of living with Finn, Alex had learned not to try to decipher the conversations his brother had with himself, instead drumming a beat against the bench until eventually Finn pulled out a silver pouch, grinning triumphantly. It looked like the sort of thing you would take on a long hike. Alex peered closer at it. “Is that tuna? Just plain tuna.”
“I’m gonna put hot sauce in it,” Finn said, setting the pouch carefully to the side. He shoved his hand into the front pocket of his bag, seeking out a fork and the aforementioned hot sauce. Alex watched in horrified silence as Finn tore the top of the pouch open to release a waft of fish and dumped an obscene amount of the sauce in there.
“I -” Alex had so many questions he wanted to ask, except he knew asking them would probably only result in having more questions. “That is so gross.”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
“I’ll pass, thanks.”
Finn shovelled a forkful into his mouth, smacking his lips together noisy. “More for me.”
Alex was too distracted to respond. Kasey had just won his first point; Natalie having taken the first, and he took the lull in play as an opportunity to remove the thin headband keeping his hair out of his face. He shook out the brunette strands, neck exposed as he stretched to comb his fingers through it.
"Didn't he do a shampoo commercial like this once?"
Alex hummed, glancing briefly at Finn before setting his eyes firmly back on the view in front of him. "A while back...think I'd just left for Florida. I watched that thing more times than I care to admit."
He didn't have to look to feel the eyeball directed at him. Alex expected some teasing quip, but Finn's voice came at him concerned. "How are you-”
“My knee is fine, Finn," Alex sighed, a little irritated. He just wanted to enjoy watching Natalie and Kasey play. "Stop fussing, will you? I'm still the big brother here.”
“You know you can be a real bitch sometimes. I was going to ask how you were feeling about everything." Finn leaned forward, hand outstretched and precariously close to Alex's eye. He laughed as Alex leaned back to avoid the digits.
"Do not put your tuna fingers near my face.”
"Stop changing the subject," Finn admonished. "Where's your head at? You said last week you were struggling to find stuff to fill your time?"
Alex scratched at the stubble sprouting along his jawline. "God, when did you get so mature? You were knee high last time I checked."
"Alright, old man. 30's really hitting you hard, huh?" Finn dug his fork back into the foil pouch, pouting when it came out empty. "I've got water balloons in my backpack if that makes you feel better. Not full of water, of course."
"Of course," Alex laughed. "Why do you have water balloons in your bag?"
"Harry is coming over tomorrow afternoon and since the weather is a little nicer now -" Finn paused, halfway through crumpling the pouch into a tight ball. "-Hey, I see what you did there. Stop trying to distract me." He finished compressing the ball, cocking his head slightly to look at Alex properly. "You really don't want to talk about it?"
Alex breathed out heavily, slouching back against the bench. "Not today, Finn. Today I just want to enjoy," he gestured vaguely at the court. "But, I promise we'll go for breakfast sometime next week and we can talk."
"I just don't want," Finn started, the opening and closing of his mouth resembling his nickname. "No, you're right. You're a big boy. If you say you're okay then I'm going to believe you. Just...I'm here if you need me, alright?"
Alex sat up pulling Finn into a hug, his brother's arms wrapping tight around him. "I know. I know. I really am doing better, sometimes I just don't want to have the conversation, y'know? Love you, kiddo."
"Don't call me that," Finn grumbled, squeezing Alex tighter one last time before he pulled away. "Love you too."
44 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
mariogremlin
Certified Normal Person
red-ical-blog
im so fresh
we-gotta-gig-sunday
Bandstand deserved better
kaalastudio
kaala studio
