#finlo

[stoked2009]

fin is going to force her to watch UFC after this

quick finlo for anon >< forgive the unshaded hand i had to go grocery shopping...

EDIT i forgot the gold logo on lo's shades you should kill me i think

[airnewzealand]

[dear-evanrosier]

FinLo Tik Tok

No one asked for this, but I'm doing this bc i can

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

The video opened with Finn sitting on their couch, a book open on his lap and his glasses perched on his nose. Logon stood behind the couch, leaning over, grabbing Finn’s book and setting it aside, then holding his chin and singing along when the music started. 

Can you blow my whistle baby Whistle baby, let me know Girl, I'm gonna show you how to do it And we start real slow

Finn suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt, bringing him closer and seemingly enjoying Logan’s look of surprise. 

You just put your lips together And you come real close Can you blow my whistle, baby Whistle, baby, here we go

The last few seconds of the video was Finn kissing him, almost pulling him over the back of the couch. 

The caption tied it together; When Logan tries to top Finn it’s too cute to not record 

[whataboutmyfries]

Someone to stay

So um....I have written an ouchie. Yes, this is yet another song fic and I would highly recommend you listen to the song here for the full effect. Please please please do it. Trust me on this one. It’s super super short,

credits for our beautiful broken boys goes to @lumosinlove :) 

tws are in the tags :) 

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Logan’s head thumped against the door, his feet shuffling against the floor in the dark. Clutching desperately at the too-large jersey, his gasping breaths sounded too loud in the dark, empty room. 

The one person he needed most. His only stable fixture in the chaos of college, gone. He’d left him behind. 

And why wouldn’t he? 

Logan’s entire body hurt from sitting on the icy floor for too long, his legs cramping, his back aching, but all the aches in the world couldn’t rival the agony of his shattering heart. A memory flashed in front of his eyes; colourful, blinding lights; thumping bass and off-key singing. 

And Finn. 

Finn’s gentle lips on his, the music thumping through the house secondary to this fragile, perfect moment. 

And still, he’d left. 

So many times he’s told Logan he loved him. Logan’s heart fluttered something fierce, but he shoved it down, beating out those precious few embers of hope. 

Seems like it was never meant to be, anyway. 

Logan’s eyes were so swollen he could barely see out of them. The room still smelled of Finn’s cologne, his sunny laughter still echoing off the walls, mocking logan for his idiocy. 

After all, who was he to ever be with Finn O Hara? 

His stuttered breathing cut through the room, breaking the solace of the peaceful night. Logan’s head lolled to the side, his eyes falling on the too-clean bed, the pristine desk. He squeezed his eyes shut, burying his face in the warm jersey as a painful sob ripped his heart right out of his chest. It still smelled like him. 

He looked over at the half-empty bottle at his side, picking it up and downing most of it in one go, the piercing burn of the alcohol taking the pain away from his heart— his very soul, even if it was just for a second. 

He didn’t think he’d ever be able to pick up the decimated pieces of himself, the one person who’d held him close and given him hope gone forever. 

Logan let the tears fall, every muscle in his body screaming in protest as he cried, falling asleep in Finn’s clothes and his own shattered dreams. 

[wardrobeidiot]

Harzy’s Jersey

The Sweater Weather discord was talking about this a while ago and I wanted to write it so here it is. If it’s not clear, this takes place Logan’s senior year at Harvard.

Credit to @lumosinlove for creating such a wonderful universe and for letting us write about her amazing characters

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“What am I doing?” Logan muttered to himself, staring at the Lion’s merch page, waiting for the new season’s jerseys to drop.

He refreshes the page and feels his heart jump when the new jerseys load on the page. Instinctively scrolling to find Finn’s, and selecting his size. Logan takes a deep breath and hesitates before changing it to Finn’s size and checking out. And if he pays extra for overnight shipping, well, no one has to know, right?

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Finally alone in his room, Logan rips open the package and stares at the number 17 on the red jersey inside. 

“Fuck.” He whispers trying to ignore the tears threatening to fall. He grabs the bottle of whisky he brought up his room and takes a long drink before stripping off his shirt and putting Harzy’s jersey on.

“Finn, Je te veux ici, Je veux t'embrasser.”

Logan continued to down the whisky quickly and soon there were tears falling freely down his face. He sniffed, now on his bed in just his boxers and the jersey. “Ça ne sent pas comme toi. It’s not warm, Finn, you’re warm," He broke off into sobs, "vouloir Finn.”

He set the bottle down on the floor and flopped backwards, Logan grabbed his pillow and curled around it, sniffing and muttering to himself.

“Why’d you leave me?” Logan whispers before dropping off into a fitful sleep.

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French: 

Je te veux ici, Je veux t'embrasser -  I want you here, I want to kiss you

“Ça ne sent pas comme toi - It doesn’t smell like you

vouloir Finn - want Finn

[swearr]

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[swearr]

This is my oc Finlo, the only survivor of the House of the Phoenix~

[negrophobic]

shipping finn with kylo is actually antiblackness