nora

intro : hi!you guys can call me nora, I'm gonna be writing mostly for Mason Thames but can always write for other celebrities. I am also gonna to be writing for his characters. Also, english isn't my first language btw

about me: So, I'm not comfortable with saying my name here yet for some reason,but you guys can call me by my nickname nora. I love movies and music. My favorite movies are The Black Phone,How to train your Dragon, Edward Scissorshands and The virgin suicides. My favorite singer is Lana Del Rey and my favorite bands are Radiohead and Arctic Monkeys (it's giving male manipulator final boss 💔).

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warnings: blowjob,no actual pinv,petnames

You're not like Finney Blake in the slightest. You're sweet,genuine,and lovely. You give everyone a second chance — or three,maybe even four — even when they don't deserve it, you're always there for others,and you're known for your kindness.

No one would expect a girl like you to fall in love with a guy like Finney Blake,all roughness,fights,and calloused hands.

But you did. Maybe it was the intoxicating cigarette smell,mixed with something else that made you light-headed whenever he was around,maybe it was the way he seemed to be sweeter with you.

At first you tried to deny it,you could never like someone as troubled as Finn Blake. But then,as you'd touch yourself in bed before falling asleep,his image would pop on your mind before you could even help it!

You'd pictured his fingers instead of yours,exploring you.

And that's when you realized you were down bad. And for Finney Shaw Blake out of all people?!Ugh! Terrible idea. A boy like that could only mean one thing:trouble.

So why did it not feel like trouble,at all, when you were around him?

—Hey,what are you doing?—Finney asks,interrupting your line of thought as you see him entering your kitchen, where you were sitting by the table eating cereal.

—How are you here?—you ask,ignoring his question.

He just smirks and grabs a chair,sitting infront of you.

—It's saturday. I'm bored. And you forgot your keys in my house.

He tosses the keys at you and you chuckle,surprised,grabbing them.

As you finish eating your ceral,Finney lights up a cigarette,knowing that you don't mind the smoke around your house,your parents weren't home anyway,so they wouldn't have to find out that 1)Finney Blake was in your house, 2)He was smoking on the kitchen.

—Don't make it a habbit to sneak into my house when my parents aren't home.—You say,standing up and walking towards him,sitting on his lap.

—Don't make it a habbit of sitting on my lap or we'll have to take care of this.—He smirks, putting his cigarette out.

—Take care of what?—You ask,confused,as he smiles at the question.

—This.—He buckles his hips against yours .

—Oh...then maybe we should take care of it.—You smirk,leaning down to press youe lips against his .

Finney's tongue slides against yours with familiarity,making you feel at home. God,Finney Blake was so fucking hot, under you.

You help him get rid of his long sleeve shirt,throwing it somewhere.

—Maybe we should take this to your room? The kitchen isn't the most comfortable place to do this,is it?—He teases and you chuckle,nodding in agreement.

Once you're in your room,his hands are all over you,pulling your dress out of your body,kissing your cheek in a contrast that makes you feel dizzy.

His mouth finds yours and you're kissing again,before you even know ot he's laying you on your own bed,hoovering over you.

—No,Finn- I wanna be on top.—You mumble against his lips and you can feel his smirk against yours.

—Fuck,yeah...be on top then.—He groans,pulling you on top of him,his hands unhooking your bra.

As soon as your bra is out of your body,his lips are all over your chest,kissing and sucking the places where you're the most sensitive.

His fingers unbutton his own jeans and you help him get rid of them.

—Fuck,you look so pretty on top of me,you know that?

—I think you've mentioned before.—You smirk,teasing.

In about 30 seconds,both of you are naked,kissing like you can't get enough of eachother.

His hands are all over your ass,gripping it,caressing it,kneading it.

—Finn...—You moan,but slowly get off his lap.

—Hey- what are you doing,baby? Come back he...—He pleads,but his words die in his throat when he sees you kneeling in front of him.

—Oh, you're right that's better.

You chuckle ,and wrap your hand around his cock,after you finally let him free from all his clothes.

—Oh,fuck yeah.—He groans,wich just makes you stroke him faster.

—You look like an angel,always so- so fucking sweet to other people...but here you are.—He groans as you finally take him into your mouth.

—Not so angel-like when you let me fuck your mouth,huh?—His words are degrading,but the way he cups your cheek and then soothes your hair is anything but.

—What can I say? You corrupted me.—you joke,pulling back to catch your breath,before you lean in again and take him even further into your throat.

Ty!!

Here for you

(also thank you,im glad you appreacite my stories :) )

Finney started to notice a pattern on you lately. Not only you've been acting an awful lot like him — quieter, more isolated — but your skin has also been different,with dark red spots on your arms.

You've started to look an awful lot the way he did four years ago,prior to those events that changed him forever.

—Are you ok?—He asks when he notices the difference in your atittude lately.

But you answers were always vague. Just a "i'm fine",and a change on the topic.

So,he did what he knew he had to do. He started watching you more,observing. He noticed how some guys would hoover over you at your desk,whispering stuff to you. Stuff he couldn't hear.

And so,when he could finally make out their faces,he went after them.

It was your friend you dragged you to the playground,where Finney was beating up both of the guys who have been terrorizying your life lately.

Your eyes widen when you notice your best friend beating the shit out of both boys.

—Finney! Finney,what are you doing?! Stop it!—You yell,stepping closer to the circle around them.

—Get the fuck away from her.—Finney spits to both of the guys.

How the hell had he taken both of them down?

And just when you thought he was done,he hoovers over the brunnette one,punching his face over and over.

The redhead next to the other was probably unconscious due to the day he was laying in such a weird position. You had to put a stop to that ,not for them but for Finney,he couldn't afford get detention or even worse, expelled.

—Finn,stop that!—You yell,this time getting dangerously closer to the scene.

Noticing you,Finney stands up,glancing one last time at both of the boys.

.—Don't come near her again.

After that,it was a blur for him. You spent the next 10 minutes walking to your home,dragging him with you with the excuse of "taking care of his bloody knuckles", but he knew he was in for a long and boring lecture about what he did.

—Look,thank you for defending me. I don't even know how you knew about them,but I am grateful...but you can't just beat them up that bad.—You sigh,flopping onto your couch.

—You know I had to. The more ,blood the better. Know they really know not to mess with my favorite girl.

—I'm your favorite girl?—You smirk.—You're just trying to get me to forgive you.

—I am,but you also are my favorite girl.—He smiles,and then he does something you didn't expect.

Finney Blake,your best friend since you know how to say "mom" and "dad",the same that you watched disappear four years ago,and come back as a different guy,pulls you up to your feet and crashes his lips against you,his hands going to your waist,pulling you against him.

—Can we not?— He asks,his fingers travelling inside of your shirt,feeling your waist and your back with his calloused fingertips.

—What...what are you doing,Finn?

—Something I shoul've had done a long time ago.—He replies,connecting your lips together once again.

This time,you melt into the kiss,cupping his jaw with both of your hands as we walks you towards the couch, laying you down on it before hoovering over you.

When he pulls back , you're the one who initiates the next kiss.

You can tell he's surprised,but also amused,by the way he grips your thighs and pulls you to his lap,sitting on the couch.

As you kiss again,you can feel his hands gripping all over your thighs,waist and ass,as if he needed to feel you close.

You didn't call your boyfriend the whole day,and didn't pick up the phone either , when it ringed for you.

You've been sick for the past couple hours,it was probably something you ate that made you feel so terrible. You didn't want to bother Mason though,specially because of your terrible case of emetophobia.

The lack of communication worried him,of course. Were you mad at him? Did he do something wrong?

What was wrong? He needed to find out. So,like any good boyfriend would do,he held the spare key he has to your house and welcomed himself in. When he walked upstairs into your room he found you laying on your bed,clutching your stomach.

—Hey baby,woah... what's wrong? Are you ok? Is this why you didn't pick up my calls,are you sick? —He asks,sitting next to where you were laying.

—I'm sorry,I didn't wanna bother you...I'm sick,i don't... don't know what's wrong.

—It's no bother at all,baby,i'm your boyfriend.Did you get a virus? Did you eat something?—He asks,soft-spoken.

You just mumble about how you ate something that made you sick,your voice so tired that he could barely make out the words. But he did anyways,because he always does. He knows you better than anyone else.

Mason slides into your bed next to you,cuddling your body next to his and soothing your belly over your shirt with his thumb.

His presence only was enough to help you calm down,but obviously not drive the sickness away. You keep whining from time to time,with your eyes closed.

—Last time...I felt this sick...I threw- threw up...—you blurb out,groaning at the feeling that you could explode any minute.

Knowing of your fear of throwing up,Mason holds you closer,kissing your neck softly to calm your down,as he could feel your heart beating fast against his own chest.

—I don't wanna throw up,just the thought of it makes me sicker.—you groan,gulping at the feeling of your stomach turning.

—Don't think about it,baby...you wanna watch something?—He asks against your neck.

—Huhum,anything...I can't keep thinking about it or I might actually throw up.—You whine.

Mason grabs the tv remote and picks a random Nickelodeon show that you hadn't watch since you were a little kid.

—I'll stay here for as long as you want me to,ok?—he mumbles as he holds you closer,making sure not to grip you too hard so you wouldn't feel suffocated.

—You really don't have to,I'll be fine on my own.—you say,just so you're not bothering him.

—Nonsense.I'm staying untill you feel better,even if it takes a whole week.

—Mason,you really don't have to feel obligated to-

—Babe,I'm staying.

—Fine. I love you.

—I love you more.

—Nonsense.

Always you

You didn't expect this to happen. To let yourself fall in love for Finney Blake. You actually thought it was kinda weird how both of you started hanging out.

It was after he bumped — very on purpose — against you on the school library,making you drop your Stephen King book on the floor.

—Hey!—You yelled,clearly not amused with his way of approaching you,but he quickly kneeled down to get the book back for you.

—I'm so sorry.—He smiled,and not in a cocky way like those other guys at school. He seemed genuine,honest.

Wich was surprising,because it was obvious how he bumped on you porpusely.

—Oh...it's okay.

He started some small talk about the author of the book you were holding,and you actually got along with him very well,pretty fast.

Now it's been about 6 months since both of you started "hanging out". Except "hanging out" with Finn Blake actually means making out at 3 am when he sneaks into your room,holding hands in public and ignoring the people's glares and gossip about you,but no actual label. He never asked you to be his girlfriend.

You were waiting,for sure. It was obvious that he liked you,right? So why wouldn't he just ask you already?

Well...

Today,sadly,you found out why.

—Are you serious?! Ernesto told me what he found out!—You yell,barging into his house.

—Oh,hi.—Finney,who was sitting in his couch,smoking ,puts his joint out on the ashtray and stands up,looking at you and realizing he should be concerned— What did he tell you?

You simply walk over to him and slap his face.

"You think I wouldn't find out, huh?! That you've only been seeing me to get money for those disgusting drugs?!"—You yell once again,hitting his chest over and over with your fists.

—Hey hey hey,calm down. We can talk about this,ok?!—He holds your fists.

—Talk?!Talk?! About what,how you've been paid for kissing me?!

—Wait,it isn't like that anymore,ok? I don't care about the money!

—Yes you do! You care more about those drugs ans being a fuck-up than you ever cared about me,you stupid prick!—You yell,freeing your wrists from his grip and hitting him again.

—Ok,fine! It was for the money at first,but it isn't anymore!—He admits,stumbling back before you could physically assault him again.

—You're such a jerk,Finn! That's why nobody even talks to you! Can't believe I trusted you!—You yell,turning on your heels towards the door.

—Hey,no, don't go! Please?! I can explain,ok? I ...I love you!—He goes after you,holding your wrist with his eyes tearing up.—The money wasn't for drugs...I needed it to help my dad,and I was already interested in you,so I took the shoot,but I told Louis to stop paying me four months ago!

—You stopped being paid?! And how am I supposed to believe you?—you ask,freeing your wrist from his grip once again but stepping closer to him,your feet betraying you.

—I don't know how to prove it to you,but I promise,if you give me one more chance,I will make it up to you.—He promises,gulping.—Please...it's always been you. I can't live without you. I'm really sorry,I know I should've told you...

—Yeah,you should've had. I need time to think.—You say,shaking your head as if you could clear your thoughts that way.

You walk towards the door once again,sighing as you open it and step outside,looking over your shoulder once you do.

Loser!

Warning: slightly suggestive in the end

—Admit it. You're afraid of being seen with me by your friends.—Finney crosses his arms over his chest,narrowing his eyes at you as id he was testing you.

—I'm not! Walker already knows about us!—You mimick him,crossing his arms over your own chest too.

—Big deal! But your girl friends don't. You're embarassed to be seen with me! Just admit it! And Walker only knows about us because he walked in on us making out!—He says,his voice rising in frustration,not in a threat.

—Come on,Finn! Don't be like this! You know I'll tell them-

—Eventually? Yeah, that's what you always say! My friends know about you!—He interrupts you and you scoff.

—Your friends? You mean your sister and her boyfriend?

—Wow. Clever.—He steps back,as if you actually stung him.

—Wait,Finney, that's not what I meant.—You say,taking a step closer to him.—Come on,just please listen to me.

—Guess you're not as good for me as Gwen said.

—Come on,Finney, don't be like that,I didn't mean it,ok? I will tell them.—You reach out for his hand but he pulls back.

—Why would you? It's not like you even want me.

—I do!—You yell,his words affecting you,slipping into your mind like punches to the gut.

—Look,I will tell everyone,ok?! I will tell Trish,and Rory and Lori and everyone else! I have just been trying to wait for the right moment to tell them "Hey,I've been making out with Finney Blake and turns out I actually like him quite a lot!"

And then,before you could put any other word out,his lips are crashing into yours,his hands around your waist.

Your hands slide to his shoulders,pulling him impossibly closer.

As both of you pull back he looks at you, trying to figure you out.

—So...you do like me?—He asks,his hands sliding to your ass as he smirks.

You get to Finney 's home a bit after 1pm,like you usually do. From 1 to 4 pm his dad is working,so he wouldn't be annoying Finney about you two spending too much time together. But once you get inside his house through the unlocked door,you find your boyfriend smoking weed in his couch.

—Are you seriously smoking again,Blake? You know how I feel about that shit.—You groan,flopping into the couch,sitting by his side.

—You weren't the one in that basement,ok?—He says abruptly,clearly tired.

He never liked it when you talked about that topic. He would usually shut down and be quiet to stop himself from being rude to you,the way he is to everyone else. I cared too much for you.

—I know I wasn't,Finney... And that I am not going to know how it was like to you, ever. But you're here now.—You say,reaching out for his hand.

He shoots you a look that shows he's confused. Why would he being here matter if he was still in that basement mentally?

—And I'm here too. I will be here for you through everything."

—You don't know that. You can change your mind and-"

—I won't. Just...fuck,Finney, can't you try to quit it?—You ask,interrupting him,even though you know you sound like a fool. Of course he wouldn't just quit it.

—It's not that easy,and you know it babe.

You sigh before an idea comes to your mind.

—Fine...I'll just start smoking too then.—You shrug like it's no big deal and reach out for his joint.

—Wha-? No! Are you absolutely out of your mind?! You know better than to get envolved in this typa thing,love!

—And so should you! If you don't quit,I'll start!— You treathen him.

Finney looks at you helplessly ,conflicted with his addiction and his love for you. You look at him,waiting,and he finally sighs,putting the joint out with the tip of his boot.

I wanna get you back

—In wich,Miller tries to win you back after you break up with him.

You open your window after the third tap on it. Miller almost falls on his way inside your room through the window. You sigh when you see him coming inside. You and Miller had broken up just a few weeks ago,but you were the one who broke up with him.

"Ok,what the fuck do you think you're doing? It's 11 pm."—You ask annoyed as you see your ex boyfriend almost tripping and falling to the fall when he enters your room.

"I just needed to talk to you. I have been trying to for the past two weeks!"—He begs,and you try to be mad at him,but just seeing him this close makes your heart race.

"Miller,you can't just come climbing through my window!"

"But I needed to talk to you! I didn't like how we ended things,ok?! You're everything to me. Me and Clara were only speaking about a school project."

"Miller,everyone knows about when you two were together months ago!"—You say,rising your voice in the slightest.

"We never even got to dating! We were just...hanging out or something. It doesn't even matter! I know people make rumors about me and her,but there is no me and her!"

"But I can't stand liking someone who is involved in so many rumors! And seeing you with her...!"

"I promise,it I could've had made that project with anyone else,I would've! But nobody wanted to switch. And I'm sorry I said it wasn't a big deal before,I understand that ,to you,it is. And because of that it is to me too."

You wanted to believe him,you really did. And you knew the way you broke up with him was childish,but your feelings were still hurt.

"I just can't keep this up, Miller. I mean,you were with Shelby while you crushed on Clara!"

Miller frowns at your words,knowing he was wrong for that.Everyone knew about his crush on Clara even when he was dating Shelby,and even though he didn't actually cheated on the girl,it wasn't the most appealing trait of his. But he never expected you to bring it up. However,he knew he deserved that. So,he just sighed. And,like always,he turned to leave. Every bit of hope that you had was now disappearing,until...

"I love you. I know I messed up before,but that was way before I met you. You've been everything to me ever since the day we met. If you can't see that, that's fine,I don't blame you. But I never thought of someone else while dating you."—he says,turning to you again after he opened your window again to leave.

"Miller...I just can't keep doing this. Pretending I don't listen to the rumors,pretending that it doesn't affect you. I do love you,but love isn't enough sometimes."

Miller just stares at you, letting your words sink in,and the expression in his face makes you regret ever saying those words. He just turns to leave without any word and climbs out of your window,leaving you alone again.

And you just stay there, watching as he goes away,but you don't feel as confident as you thought you would.

Learning

(super short bc i have exams)

"No! It's not like that! The C chord is like this,look."—You groan as you place your boyfriend's fingers on the right strings on your own guitar.

Youve been trying to teach him how to play a basic song for 2 hours now.

"This really isn't my thing. Why can't I just stick to musical theatre?"—He groans, his hands holding the guitar in all the wrong ways.

"Because I can't stand listening to you sing Hamilton songs anymore!"—You groan annoyed and slap his hands for him to hold the guitar properly.

"Hey-!"—He opens his mouth to complain but you interrupt him.

"Come on,you can do this. And if you do,I'll let you sing whatever for the whole day without complaining once."—You promise,holding out your pinky for him.

''It's gonna take me the whole day to even remember the first chord!"—He says,and sets the guitar aside,already ready to give up.

"Come onnnn!"—You whine and grab his hand,guiding him to side down again and to play.

"Ugh,fine!"—He sighs ,knowing he could never say no to his girlfriend.

"See? That's how you do it! You're just lazy,Benj."—You praise him after ten minutes of him trying to figure out how to play it,even with your instructions.

"I'm not lazy!This is hard!"—He says,but he was playing the song perfectly now,wich just proved he was indeed lazy.

Now for a better request, can you write something where either miller or finney comfort the reader after a bad day or something? Maybe say anxiety or just a bad day in general?

Better now?

A/n: before getting to the oneshot,I just want you to know that it's totally ok that you worded it "bad",I know it wasn't your intention and that you didn't mean to "trick" me,so don't even worry about that :), thanks for the request. Also this isn't really anxiety,just reader having a bad day. Also,this is very short because I was running out of creativity,my apologies 😖

—Hey,I didn't know you were coming over today.—Miller, your boyfriend, greeted you when you stormed into his room around 6pm,after school,and threw your backpack somewhere in his room.

—Terrible day at school. Seriously terrible. Miss Goslin has some problem with me,I'm serious.—You groan,noticing how he was chuckling at your words and annoyance.

—What did she do today?—He asks,already patting his side on his bed for you to lay next to him and cuddle.

—Kept embarassing me infront of the whole class because I was like 4 minutes late,not even 5! Ugh, she's such a bitch and she's always after me only!—you groan, taking the place next to him and laying your head on his chest.

—She's just mad that you're way cooler than her.—He says and you just chuckle,rolling your eyes.

—How reassuring. Of course I'm cooler than her! She's like a century old! Is that all you got?—You sigh desperatly but snuggle closer to him.

—Sorry,baby . But you can vent about it to me,ok? Go on.—He smiles,his left arm coming to rest around you and to pull you even closer.

—And then we can watch Supernatural and eat icecream?—You ask, looking up at him with doe eyes.

—Of course,so tell me what she did.

—She was all "You can't afford being late,have you seen your grades?" Like, why would she talk to me like that infront of everyone?! So humilliating. And she kept looking around as if waiting for the students to agree.

—She's just a bitch,baby. And your grades are just fine in every other subject.—He says,his arm tightening around you slightly.

—I know,but it's still super annoying.—You groan into his chest,feeling better now.

Miller just smiles wider when he notices you seeking comfort deeper into his arms.

Stay?

You handn't notice how scary Youth Lake camp was before Gwen ditched you to make out with Ernesto sleep at the boy's room. But now that you were left alone,you realized how silent everything was, and every little noise had you jumping slightly. So,when Finney appeaes by the doorway of the girl's room,you don't deny him to crash there.

—Hey...you mind if I sleep here?—He asks you and you just shake your head no,letting him in.

Finney was wearing his pajama — a navy blue sweater and grey pajama pants that had little black star designs on them.

You chuckle at the sight,realizing how after all this time,he still loved space and everything envolving it. Finney frowns,and then his eyes roam over his own clothes.

—Yeah...kinda childish,I know.—He chuckles nervously.— Anyways,I'm sorry that I came here but Gwen and Ernesto are flirting and it's awful to listen to it.—He groans in annoyance and flops into the bunk bed across from yours.

—It's ok... I can't even imagine Gwen flirting with Ernesto.—You say,scrunching up your nose.

—He said it's hot she talks to Jesus.—He says, mimicking your facial expression as you laugh loudly at his words.

—No way...—You say,chuckling and gripping your belly that was starting to hurt due to how much you laughed.

—Way.—He laughs too,before his laughter slowly fades and he just looks at you. When he realizes he's staring,he turns around.—Anyways,goodnight...

—Goodnight,Finn.—You murmur,but you keep staring at his back turned to you,illuminated by the glimpse of moonlight coming from the two cabin open windows.

—Uhm...Finn?—You call out,hesitant.

—Yeah?—He asks,turning around once again so he can see you.

—Can you...come here?—You ask,frowning with embarassment.

—You mean...to your bed?—He asks confused.

—Yes...please? I just...I don't feel very safe here. With the whole,trying to kill the ghost of a serial killer thingy going on.—You say,attempting a joke to hide how afraid you really feel.

—I know... If I'm being honest,I...I don't feel so safe either.—he admits,but makes no move to get into your bed.

—So...? Does that mean you'll come here? —You ask hesitantly.

—Yeah...yeah sure.—He gulps and walks up to your bed,laying next to you.

—Thanks,Finn. Really.—You turn on your side to look at him.

—Anytime.—He says,his eyes leaving the ceilling to look at you instead.

—You know? I missed this.—You admit,still looking into his eyes.

—What?—He asks,eve though he knows what the answer will be.

—You.I missed us. Being friends. Before...before everything.—You say,and then turn to face the ceilling instead.

—Hey...—He starts,but you interrupt him.

—I'm sorry,I know you don't wanna talk about it. It's just...I didn't think we'd ever have this closure again,you know? So to ...to have you next to me. It feels like it used to.—You sigh,but it's a relieved sigh. Relieved that you're finally talking.