WHERE IT BEGINS                    AND WHERE IT ENDS..

             ‘ it  was  an  accident.  my  landlord  thought  i  was  robbing  my  own  apartment, ’     @fireorigins​.

                  it’s built up. it’s boiling. it festers like an open wound, it burns his chest. finley — the funny man, the one who laughs and smiles and pretends that everything’s alright — finds himself shaking. tremors run through his hands, his fingers. desperately he tries to hold it in. the anger. the guilt. every day he pushes down those feelings. he had a job to do ; he didn’t have time to process the emotions that only seemed to get in his way, to slow him down. it’s the loss of his mother, the disappearance of his father, every single person he cared about losing their lives or their morality simply because he got too close to them. he tries and fails, over and over, and he is tired. exhausted, down to aging bones. and he can’t take it, anymore.

he starts to pace. back and forth, his fists now clenched at his side to keep them steady. it doesn’t work. face scrunches slightly, nose pinching, brows furrowing. his jaw begins to ache as it clenches, his steps gaining speed. why him? what has he done to deserve it? any of it? never has finley been one for self pity, but that is simply something he couldn’t understand, even now. thoughts seem to leave him entirely then, time slowing as he spins around. one fist flies into the mirror on the wall behind him, the man screaming, letting loose everything he’s held in for so long. he only feels the now bleeding slices across his knuckles as a dull sensation, occupied with tears that well and spill down his cheeks. shuttering breath is taken as he turns, and only then does he notice the other standing in his bedroom’s doorway.

where normally finley wouldn’t be able to shut up, now no words find him. instead, a sob wrenches through his body, the man desperately trying to hold himself together, and failing. you weren’t supposed to see that, he wanted to say. no one was supposed to see that. instead, watery eyes avoid the others as he finds two ashamed words to murmur into the space between them, ‘ i’m sorry, ’     open.

It happened faster than Lucas could think; Fin had rushed towards his bedroom, shaking, clearly having something wrong and quite honestly, Lucas couldn’t blame him at all. They’ve both shared each other’s traumas, horrible incidents of the past that haunt the both of them, and it seemed that lately, it was hitting a boiling point. Lucas knew his adopted brother, Fin may try to be all smiles but Lucas could tell something was going on by the way his fists would clench, hands would shake and all else. So, though Lucas has been concerned for a while, it’s no surprise when Fin has to run to his bedroom. What was a surprise was the scream that emitted soon after, followed by the sounds of breaking glass coming from the bedroom. 

Lucas freezes for a moment, concern etched in his eyes as shoulders tense. Now, he’s really worried for his brother. “..Fin?” He calls out, and when no response is given, he moved to slowly step towards the bedroom door, being quiet, careful of what might happen next. “Fin..?” He calls again, worry in his tone, heart beating fast. He’s not scared for himself, he’s scared for his brother, for what he might do if no one intervened, if he was left alone like this. It wasn’t long before he made it to the doorway, and slowly pushed the door back open, revealing the scene before him. Blood and shards of glass surround Finley, and for once, his brother is quiet, no words leave him for a minute, the only sounds being the heaving of his breath, and that alone would speak volumes even outside of these circumstances.

@fireorigins asked for a Hop starter (to Lily) ❤️

“ So, let’s pretend I ask you out on a real date. Like where we go to a restaurant and everything. What would you say? ”

@finleystevens​ sent: surprise  kiss. @ cass.

While it may seem that she only sent him out for groceries, in reality she needed him to be distracted because of all the birthday and valentines day plans she has in store for him. Because the two days are back to back, she loves to plan out a couple of surprises. She has a night in full of a horror movie marathon planned, some wine and cake for the night, and a big pancake breakfast planned for the morning. Next to the cake, in a few giftboxes on the dining table, there resides a few funny t-shirts with funny sayings like “boyfriend material” ( she has a matching one ), “god won’t let me die” “yeah i hunt, hunt for bigfoot” etc, and finally, in one big box, there resides a highly detailed, foot-tall sculpture rendition of p.ennywise, holding the boat in one hand and balloon in the other. Everything was set, all that needed to happen was for him to walk in the door.