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cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2008-04-15 17:35:00

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M C L A G G E N ¤ phineas

Happy • Angry • Sad • Concerned • Scared

Crying • Giddy • First Crush • Yule Ball • Innocent

Betrayed • Baby • Best Friend • Working • Traumatized

Wary • Drunk • Flustered • Bitchy • Paternal-Love

First Year • Graduating • Sorting • Hogwarts • Muggle

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¤ Happy

The breeze from the ocean was refreshing and rejuvenating. Just one whiff of the sandy scented air could knock you out from the enjoyment you endured. There was nothing like a real ocean breeze, and it made absolute sense that while they weren't having sex, the McLaggens were lying on the beach and sunbathing throughout their entire honeymoon.

Honeymoon. It had only been a few days, the shock of actually having a wife was still very prominent in Finn's mind. Everyone joked that he and Joy had been' married' since Cormac had arrived, but no one knew them like...well, they knew them. They hadn't been a couple during the pregnancy, that didn't occur until months after the baby had arrived. From what Finn could tell you, if he wanted to be quite honest, was that he had fallen in love with his best friend.

He blinked quickly, glad that he had his sunglasses on because he could feel the sun rays beating down on his body. The sky was cloudless and a gorgeous blue, and a random seagull or two floated swiftly ahead. Finn rolled his head to his shoulder to look over at Joy, who, if he didn't know her as well as he did, looked to be sound asleep. No, no. That was just an expert tanner, concentrating on when to turn over and all that important stuff.

Finn grinned and rolled onto his side, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Finn! I have tanning lotion on, if I have some---kiss shaped un...tanned spot, I am going to beat you!" Joy's eyes shot open and she frowned deeply, only causing Finn to laugh.

"And what if I kiss you here," he said, swooping down to kiss her shoulder. Joy's hand immediately smacked at his side, but now he was hovering over her, hands pressing down and into the sand beneath her, "Or...here?"

"Well---that would---no one can see there---"

¤ Giddy

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Joy Diserafino was shrieking, at the top of her lungs, in the McLaggen sky box. Finn had just caught the snitch, securing the team their second league championship. The whole place was going insane, Joy was leaning over the edge hooting and hollering, Tibs and Elena jumping around (well, as much as an eight month pregnant could jump around), and Cormac was in his bouncy seat, staring up at his family like they were the strangest beings he'd ever laid eyes on.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PUDDLEMERE!!!!" Joy screamed, waving her pennant around. Oh, this was so unbelievable, the sex was going to be amazing tonight, not that it wasn't amazing every night, but Finn was going to be so bloody happy and----"FINNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!"

She'd been hoping for this; after the winning matches Finn and the other United (and, well, most quidditch players or whatever but she didn't care about anyone else) flew up to where their families were seated and celebrated. Finn soared up quickly through the insanely excitd crowd, and hovered by the balcony of their sky box. Joy nearly toppled out and into the crowd dozens of meters below her to hug him, but Finn grabbed onto her from around the waist.

"YOU WERE SO GREAT AND OH MY GOD DO YOU STILL HAVE THE SNITCH CAN I TOUCH IT PLEASE?"

Finn grinned and let his fist go, the snitch soaring out of his hands and flitting back into the pitch. Joy watched it with horror; wouldn't he wanted to save that?! "FINN! YOU JUST---"

"I love you!" he shouted over the roaring. Joy's mouth was stuck in an 'O' shape, stopped mid-holler. Had she just heard him say...was that the noise or were her ears---

"WHAT?"

"I SAID---I LOVE YOU!"

She must've looked like a madwoman, half of her body hanging over this box, latched around Finn who was hovering on his broomstick. He'd--he said he loved her. Like loved her, loved her. LIKE. FINN LOVED HER! LIKE HOLY SHIT----

"I LOVE YOU TOO HOLY SHIT!" she screamed into his mouth, not hesitating in kissing him in front of the hundreds in the stadium. The cameras flashing around them made it feel like fireworks were going off (and there probably were some blue and gold ones going off somewhere), and Joy was sure she didn't need those real fireworks.

Well, no, they were actually an awesome addition to this awesome kiss. Oh my God, the sex was going to be amazing tonight.

¤ Bitchy

“You’re going to squish him.”

“Fuck off, no I’m not.”

Tiberius McLaggen raised an eyebrow up at his brother, watching him carefully reaching into the crib to pick up Cormac. The baby wasn’t crying, hell, he wasn’t even awake, but Finn could not tolerate his brother’s teasing anymore. He had to show Tibs that he could handle a baby without squashing the thing (not the thing, his son—). Finn lifted Cormac and cradled him in one arm, sending a superior smirk toward his brother.

“See, he’s not squished,” he said haughtily, moving away from the crib. Tibs muttered something under his breath but followed Finn out of the nursery and down the hallway to the living room. Joy was…somewhere, he didn’t know, all Finn knew was that the moment Tibs volunteered to babysit along with him, Joy had squealed and rushed to her room to get dressed. Or ready. Or whatever it was that girls needed to do.

Finn dropped down to the couch; he was an expert at doing things with one arm now and found the remote, moved pillows, and pushed Donut off the couch (and Donnelly off the other one with his foot). All of this without startling Cormac. See, he could handle a baby.

“I think,” Finn said, flipping on the telly and starting through the channels, “You’re here to get tips for Finny, and don’t want to admit it.”

His brother snorted as he sat in the chair closest to the couch. Tibs’ baby was due in April, and while that was still a good four, five months from now, Finn was quite certain that his brother was using Cormac as a way to practice. Maybe, if he wanted to be a dick, he wouldn’t let Tibs hold his nephew at all and have to learn all on his damn own, and the thought made Finn grin.

“Lemme hold him before you accidentally smother him,” Tibs commanded, reaching over. Finn rolled his eyes and carefully put Cormac in Tibs’ arms and, within seconds of his brother leaning back into the chair, the baby’s eyes shot open and he let out an ear piercing wail. Tibs’ eyes went just as wide as Cormac’s as he began to frantically rock the baby and try to soothe him with soft whispers while Finn howled with laughter.

“See, I knew you needed practice!”

¤ Baby

“What the hell do you think---NO, JAYSUS CHRIST, THAT’S A BLOODY FOUL---I CAN FUCKING HEAR IT, HOLY SHIT---Can you believe that shit? Fucking ridiculous, if that ref’s at Saturday’s game I’m going to blow a---look, remember this name: Rob Flannigan, got it? Not too hard---“

Finn jumped up from the couch, shaking his fists at the wireless as it related the latest scores from the Tornadoes and Catapults match. Now, they were no where near playoff time and it wasn’t as if he was scouting things out, but the two teams had a fierce rivalry that every quidditch fanatic knew about and got into, it was just what you did. And, seeing as Finn was one to root for the underdogs, when the Catapults got screwed, Finn moaned and groaned with the best of their fans.

“Do you remember what he did at last week’s match with the Magpies and Pride? Feckin’ called blagging on the Pride when they were all five meters apart cause of the formation---oh you must be---SEE! SEE THIS GUY’S A CHEAT!”

His ear was nearly pressed up to the wireless as he tried to hear the announcers over the noise of the crowd; they were in Caerphilly, so of course the fans were roaring with anger at the bad call.

“You know, one day I’m going to get into it with him---yeah, yeah, I know I got it with him a few weeks ago, but I really mean that I’m---Ooh---did you hear that? C’mere---I think the Catapults’ coach went---yeah! Listen!”

He hurried back across the room and swept Cormac up out of his playpen, coming quickly back to the wireless. The eight-month-old seemed to know (or at least, that’s what Finn liked to think) what was going on, and leaned forward as well, staring at his father intently.

“See, I told you. Ref’s a nutter.”

¤ Muggle

"Oy, McLaggen!"

He felt a swift kick to his shins, and Finn pulled himself out from underneath his jet. He glared at the other pilots, his playmates on the base. What were they bothering him, for? They knew that whenever he was at work, it was hazardous to anyone's health to pester him. He tugged on the color of his flight suit, already feeling heated and ready to kick their asses out of the hanger.

"What d'you lot want?" he snapped, waving his wrench menacingly at them. Jones and Rafe laughed, but ducked behind Caden, who was the only one not afraid of Finn when he was in one of his work-moods.

"Come and get a pint with us, will you? Unless you're okay with mechanically attaching yourself to that plane, hm?" Caden's eyebrows went high, and Finn forced himself not to let himself be embarrassed. Okay, sure. He did spend a lot of time working on his jet, but who wouldn't? It wasn't just a plane, it was his lifeline, his connection to---the sky. The world. When Finn was flying his baby (probably the closest thing he'd ever really have to an actual baby), he felt like he was some sort of champion, the best there was and ever will be. He could do anything when he was flying, and who were these fools to make him question his devotion to the sky?

"What're you all spooled up for?" Finn shot toward the other two, who were exchanging high-fives as he dropped his wrench into his tool box. Jones and Rafe quieted, but Caden grinned, leading the way out of the hanger. Finn sighed and pulled his flight suit off his top half and let it hang at his waist. He forced out the constant chattering of Jones and Rafe in the back seat of the jeep as they made their way to the pub, and Finn sighed as the brightly lit lights of the place nearly blinded him. The United was the place where everyone on the bloody base went, what was the big deal about going tonight?

"I am not paying for anything!" he let out as he was pushed through the doors. Caden flipped him off but tossed a few pounds onto the counter, ordering a round for the lot of them. Jones and Rafe were immediately enthralled by the pinball machine, and Caden made his way over to the telly to most-likely call the wife and let her know he was going to be out. Finn sighed and leaned miserably on the counter. What was the point of dragging him out when they were all going to ignore him and go their separate ways? These fuckers owed him big, he'd have to come in really early tomorrow to finish the work on---

"Tell me about it, stud."

Finn looked up at the bartender, who was leaning forward with the most seductive, come-hither look on her face. His eyebrows rose, "What?"

She faltered, "Er--from Grease? That...movie?" She straightened, pushing her blonde hair behind her ears, "Okay, whatever, it's my first night! Sue me."

"Oh--" Finn nodded, recalling some annoying karaoke sessions over the radio. "Right. John Travolta?"

He couldn't help the grin that crossed his face when she nodded and clapped excitedly. "Yes! And I thought it would be cute to, you know, try to talk to my patrons like that but you went and ruined it!" She pouted, and for some ridiculous reason, Finn felt his ears begin to burn.

"Well, I'm sorry about that, Miss."

"It's okay. All you fly boys have your head up in the clouds. And it's Joy, by the way." She put her hand out, and after hesistating for only a second, Finn reached up and shook hers.

"Finn. So--how long have you been in Lisburn?" Maybe this night wouldn't be so pointless.

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