howling at the moon;

Finn had been upstairs, doing the last minute touch ups on his bags. He had tried his hardest not to bring everything in the house but, it seemed almost impossible for him. A smile grew on his face however, as he noticed his boyfriend’s excitement for the cruise. He had won the tickets after answering a soccer related question, which wasn’t too hard of a question for him, of course. He watched as Ryder’s excitement made its’ way through his body, happy to know that his baby was happy. His eyes went wide, however as he was scooped up. “Whoa! Babe! Down, please!”, he squeaked out. Looking to Ryder, he tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, grinning. “I love you too. Now, let’s get all these bags in the car! We’ve got a cruise to go on!”, he kissed his cheek before moving to his bag, trying to lift it but, struggling. “Little help, Ryder!”, he whispered out, looking to him for help.

Ryder set Finn down gently with a pout. “Spoil-sport.” He rolled his eyes before nuzzling into his boyfriend’s hand. “I’m so glad you won us this. We’d never be able to afford it ourselves.” Ry giggled at his efforts before taking the bag off him. “You’re such a baby.” He teased fondly as he pressed a kiss to Finn’s head. Ryder hummed softly as he started taking the bags out and putting them in the boot of the car. Once it was finished, he stood with his hands on his hips. “Finny... I want your honest opinion.. Is this shirt really as bad as Dani makes it out to be? She said it’s hideous..” He played with the fabric, looking down at it 

a study into the mind of ryder morgan ;; ft. finny.

While Mr. Davis heard Ryder’s begs and pleas to not get him home, he just couldn’t stand knowing the fact that one of his students were in a bad place. He cared about them all, no matter how disrespectful they were to him at times. “I won’t tell anyone, Mr. Morgan.”, he spoke, shrugging. Mr. Davis wasn’t going to allow Ryder to sit back and go home to the irresponsibility that his fosters offered. He wanted him to come home with him, a place that was safe, rather than a place that would leave him in tears. as he started walking away, he sighed as Ryder stopped and called out to him. Turning around, he chewed on his lip. “Well, Mr. Morgan, it’s best you deicded on what you want to do bcause I am heading home.”, he explained, running his fingers through his hair. “If you want to go home, you may. I just want you to know that my house is always a safe place, no matter what time you come home.”, he said once more before turning on his heel and heading off from where Ryder stood.

For some reason, the simple statement from his teacher was enough to make Ryder believe him. He had faith that Mr. Davis wouldn’t tell anyone. He sighed softly and bit down on his lower lip. Ryder followed after him, cuddling his bag to himself. “C-Can we get some food? And uh... A toothbrush and a t-shirt and underwear for tomorrow? I don’t have any of that stuff with me. I can pay you back... As soon as I get some money, I swear. I have most other things I need.” He patted his bag, thankful that he always took his make-up bag with him in case his parents went through his room. Chewing the inside of his lip, he glanced towards his teacher. “Mr. Davis... Thank you, this means a lot. I just don’t want you to get into trouble about it, you know?” He gave a sincere smile and pulled his hair up into a bun. “I’ll pay you back for everything as soon as I’m able. I don’t want to be even more trouble than I already have.” He followed him to,the car, beyond thankful he had such an understanding and lovely teacher like him.

ryder’s moodboard ;; ft his finny && their loving and playful relationship.

Mr. Davis wasn’t sure what he would do. He wanted to do something on his own, knowing that Ryder’s father could possibly hurt him even more if he found out about him knowing. He was indecisive, unsure of what would happen to Ryder if he did act on it. “It’s something, Mr. Morgan. You’re being abused at home, that is not something that’s normal.”, he informed, crossing his arms. He looked to Ryder, hoping that Ryder would just take this one chance to go home with him. It wasn’t anything sensual or sexual, he just felt as though Ryder would be safer if he were home with him. “I won’t get in trouble, I promise you. Nobody will have to know.”, he informed nodding. As he heard Ryder decline his offer, his face fell. He understood that Ryder would probably be in trouble for getting home late already, he just wanted to be helpful and get him out of a harmful situation. Watching him leave, he nodded. Although, as he heard Ryder on the phone, he approached him, taking the phone away. “Hello, yes, yes. This is his teacher, Mr. Davis. Ryder was only staying behind to get some extra credit in.”, he continued to talk quietly to his father, being reasonable with what he said, making sure to keep Ryder’s father happy and under control. He hung up after a little bit, nodding and handing his phone back to Ryder. “You can always change your mind. If you’re almost in tears from a phone call, imagine how you’d feel when you’d actually get home. Goodbye, Mr. Morgan. See you tomorrow.”, he walked off, giving a soft smile, heading down the hallway.

The last thing he needed was to be shoved into another place. Hell, knowing his luck, that wouldn’t happen because of his age and he would instead be turfed out with no money and no way of living. So if he was literally shaking as he worried about his teacher telling people Ry was being abused, it was for a good reason. “Sir, you don’t... You can’t tell anyone. Please!” Now he was literally begging to have this kept under wraps. God, if only his foster dad could see how pathetic he was acting right now. Part of him wanted to accept the offer. There was no denying that he had a little wittle crush on his teacher, but that’s what made him realise he couldn’t go back with him. Add that to what could go wrong if someone found out... He wasn’t willing for Mr. Davis to lose his job over that. “I’m sorry, Sir but I think it’s best if I just head home myself.” There was no use in hiding the pure fear he had about going home. He simply didn’t want to. And when Mr. Davis took his phone? That fear rose up to this throat and he feared he may throw up right there and then. After it was over, he stood in shock, just staring at his phone. “W-Wait!” He hurried after his teacher, all frowns. “S-Sir... Is it too late to accept your offer? And uh... If you allow me to stay, what am I supposed to do about clothes? My toothbrush?” His legs carried him across the car park with Mr. Davis. “And what am I supposed to say to my parents when I go back tomorrow? This... This will only make things worse.” He admitted before looking at his teacher with frowns. “Maybe I should just go home and deal with how it is now. Otherwise, come tomorrow, they’ll be really angry.”

Mr. Davis, obvioulsy being one of the more laid back teachers, wasn’t one to just let his students stay unsafe where ever they went. He was always reminding them to be safe once Friday came around and to also, be careful when they were out in public. While he was sure no one ever took this advice, he just felt it was nice to give. As Ryder started to question his question, he shook his head. “I’m allowed to check in on my students, yes.”, he assured, giving a small smile. Noticing the change in demeanor, he knew that something wasn’t right. When he heard the story behind the bruises, he scoffed. “When you don’t do things fast enough, he gives you bruises?”. Hearing what Ryder was telling him was infuriating him, which was strange, sensing that he hadn’t even known Ryder that well. “It’s definitely something, Mr. Morgan. Those bruises are a deep purple, not just a deep red. They’re horrid! I can’t let you walk around wearing your foster dad’s anger.”, he went on before gathering all of his things. Looking to Ryder as he stood up, he shook his head. “You can get a lift, it just won’t be home.”, he grabbed his keys before moving around to stand in front of Ryder. “I don’t believe you should be staying in that type of home, Mr. Morgan. It’s not safe, nor does it seem sanitary. You’re a bright student, we don’t need these bruises and scars denting your future. You’re coming home with me, we’ll pick up some food on the way.”, he explained, heading towards the door to his classroom. Opening the door, he wanted to let Ryder out first, looking towards him. “Well? Aren’t you coming?”, he asked, smiling softly.

Ryder kept his eyes on the ground, too ashamed to look up. He knew what would come from this. Mr. Davis would have to tell the Headmaster, his foster parents would come up with an excuse that painted Ryder as this problematic child who lied to get people in trouble... And he’d get more than little hand-marks around his arm. He was shaking slightly, just thinking about how much pain he would have to endure after this conversation. “S-Sir... Please, it’s not what I made it sound like. He just doesn’t realise his strength is all. It’s not abuse... I would like to just go home. I’m late and I need to eat and sleep.” His voice was a mumble, and it was quite obvious that he was lying as he refused to make eye contact with the other. He finally looked up in shock that Mr. Davis would give him a lift. “Where... Where else would you take me? Sir, I need to get home!” His mouth fell open as he stared at his teacher in utter disbelief. “What? No! Mr. Davis, you could get in a lot of trouble for taking me home to your place, I can’t let that happen. I’ll just get the bus home. I-I can’t have you losing your job because you’ve got the wrong idea of my home...” He shook his head and clutched his things tighter to himself. “N-No. I’m not coming, I’m sorry sir. I think it’s best I just leave. I-I-I’ll see you in your next class.” He mumbled, walking out the door and fumbling in his bag to find some change to pay for the bus home. Ry let out a whine as he found none and instead stared at his phone. He’d just have to call his foster dad... He knew it wouldn’t end well, but it was the only option he had left. Ryder dialled the number and pressed the phone to his ear. Just the sound of his foster father’s voice made him shake in fear. “D-Da-Dad... I need... No, I didn’t run away... I just had to st-...” He stopped and flinched as he listened to his foster dad saying how mad he was, and just how bad the punishments would be when he got him. His eyes watered a little as he nodded.

Mr. Davis only nodded, glad that Ryder had caught on so fast. He knew that Ryder was potentially one of his best students so, today was definitely a doozy for him. Tilting his head slightly in confusion, he wanted to ask but, Ryder had obviously moved on from the situation at hand. Mr. Davis watched Ryder for a bit, seeing how sleepy it was and it caused a small smile to grow on his face. However, when he noticed his sleeve rolling down, he saw deep purple marks, only gasping softly. Mr. Davis looked back down as he saw Ryder get up. He looked up once more, seeing the papers in the boy’s hand and the sleepiness still coating his face. “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.”, he only said before looking to his arm and then up to Ryder. “Are things okay at home, Mr. Morgan? Are you getting the right treatment? No abuse or anything?” He knew that he was going a bit too far with the abuse question but, as a teacher, he had the right to know about how his students were, mentally and physically.

Ryder was unbelievably thankful that Mr. Davis didn’t question him further. If he did... Well, there was no doubt that Ry would say something that would worry his teacher and thus make things even more difficult. There was no denying that he grew more and more worried as his sleeve rolled, revealing most of what he tried to keep hidden. As he stood up, he shuffled slightly on his feet. When his teacher spoke, he knew it had been seen. Ryder shook his head before frowning slightly. “I don’t think you’re allowed to ask questions like that, are you? It just... It seems a little iffy...” He sighed before running a hand through his hair. “Things at home are fine. I just don’t get a lot of sleep. Ab-Abuse?” The colour drained from his face as he looked down at the floor, his hand gripping gently at his bruised arm. “I take it... I take it you saw the bruises? They’re nothing, really. It’s just when I don’t do things fast enough, my foster dad just gets a little angry and impatient. It’s my own fault. I should just bring him his beer fast enough.” He chuckled humourlessly and rubs his thumb over a scar under his sleeve caused by a piece of broken beer bottle his foster dad threw at him. “It’s nothing. I-I should really get going before they realise I’m late home. I’ll uh... I’ll try to get more sleep so I can concentrate. I’m sorry, sir.” His voice was a mumble as he turned to hurriedly pick up his things, glancing at the clock. Being almost an hour late was sure to please them. “I-I... Is it possible to get a lift? It’d be quicker than getting the bus and I really need to get home.” His tone was pleading as he looked at Finn with fear filled eyes.

Mr. Davis didn’t have much idea of what was going on with Ryder. Ryder was always bright and early to class, always in before everyone else. So, when he noticed that he was sleeping, it seemed to him as if something was wrong. Watching as the male made his way to his seat, Mr. Davis pushed his glasses up onto his face. Listening to the male’s reasoning, he only stopped him. “I already told you not to apologize, Mr. Morgan. You’ve done enough of that already.”, He spoke, nodding slightly. “Well, through your slumber, you missed one instruction that is actually critical for you to hear…” He trailed off. Taking a moment to ignore his question for a bit, he explained the rule slow, knowing that Ryder had just woken up. “Do you think you’ve got it? It’s best that you do your homework here too. That way, you can just go home and plop in bed.” He joked, chuckling softly.

Ryder sighed softly when he was told not to apologise. He opened his mouth, a weak “Sorry..” tumbling from his lips. He shifted in his seat, pulling the cuffs of his sweater over his hands a little more. He listened closely to the rule, even taking down a few notes as his teacher spoke. “I-I got it, Sir. Thank you.” Ryder shook his head softly. “I doubt I’d be able to go home and get into be...” He trailed off, eyes widening. He was giving too much away. Ry quickly bowed his head and started his homework. As he yawned, he rubbed at his eye, completely forgetting about the make-up on his lashes. He sighed softly, resting his head in his hand as he concentrated. Ryder rubbed at the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself. As he did, his sweater sleeve fell down his arm slightly. He didn’t notice at first, the beginning of bruises scattering his skin. When he finally did notice, he whined softly and pulled it back over his hand and hid his arm under the table. He rushed to finish his homework. Ryder cleared his throat before getting up and walking over to Mr. Davis table. “I-I... I finished, Sir...”

Mr. Davis was confused. Ryder had usually been alert his whole class period and now, he wasn’t? While he was a teacher, it didn’t mean that he didn’t notice certain things about his students. Hearing Ryder’s pleas and cries of apologies only caused him to put his hand out, as if telling him to stop. “No, no. Don’t apologize.”, he started. “Just don’t let it happen again, okay? I’ll see you after class.”. Turning on his heel, he moved back to his desk. As the bell rang a few moments later, looking up, he waved goodbye to everyone. “Have a nice day!”, he called out. Smiling, he watched as everyone left before settling back into his work. He had almost forgot that someone was still in his classroom. “Mr. Morgan, can I talk to you for a second? Up here?”, he asked, pointing to a chair in front of his desk.

Ry tried his best to keep his home life and his school life separate. He didn’t want people to know that he was fostered, and he definitely didn’t want them finding out how badly he was treated. So when Mr. Davis caught him sleeping, Ryder was terrified that someone would get involved. Hearing snickers from his other classmates, he sunk more into his seat and looked down so his hair shielded his face. He returned the flowercrown that must’ve fallen off in his slumber, back atop his head and sighed softly. Ryder gathered up his things and shuffled quickly to the chair when spoken to. “Sir... I really am, sorry. You know how much I love this class, I didn’t mean to fall asleep...” He ran a hand through his curls before sighing once more. “I just didn’t get a lot of sleep at home... My-My brother was crying and I couldn’t sleep through it. I promise it won’t happen again.” He looked up at his teacher with sad eyes. “I’ll stay as long as you think I should.” Ry tried to hide the pleading tone, tried to mask the fact that he would rather spend a night in school than go home.

Mr. Davis, better known as Finn, would probably say that he does a pretty decent job at teaching. He always does his best to keep his students in tact with what he taught, making sure that no one ever really fell asleep. His lectures were always fun, adding a joke in here or there. However, he had plenty of papers to grade so, he cut his class time a bit short. Moving to his desk, he slipped his glasses in front of his eyes. Looking up for a short time, he scanned the class before noticing that one of his better students, Ryder, had fallen asleep. Getting up slowly, he walked over to Ryder, standing in front of his desk. His first motive was to scare him awake but, he decided to give Ryder a light shove, his body shaking a little. “Mr. Morgan.”, he repeated, all until his student would wake up.

Ryder wasn’t really in a deep sleep, just enough for him to begin to feel a little better and more rested. He couldn’t remember his last uninterrupted sleep so this was something he really needed. Until, of course, he was caught. With the sudden jolt of his body, he sat upright. His eyes were wide and still laced with sleep as he looked at Mr. Davis. Ry’s cheeks flushed a deep red as he rubbed at his eyes. “S-Sir... I’m... I’m so sorry...” He practically sunk into his seat with the embarrassment of sleeping in class. “I-I... I just didn’t get a good sleep last night and I put my head down to work and I... I’m really sorry! I’ll stay behind and catch up, I swear!” He promised quietly. At least if he had to stay in school for a few more hours, he may be able to get most of his school work done and thus have more sleep. That is, if his fosters didn’t demand that he do so many things when he got back. He sighed softly before yawning once more. “Pl... Please don’t tell my fos... My parents. I’ll just get in even more trouble.” His voice was a mumble as he looked away sadly, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater to cover his hands.

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Finn smiled, seeing Ryder’s face light up. He loved seeing Ryder become to happy or intrigued with something, so much that it lit up his whole face. Nodding, he stuffed his hands in his pockets before speaking. “Of course. I’d be fine with it being a date. I’ve sorta wondered what it’d be like to go on a date with you.” He almost immediately regretted saying this, knowing that it sounded like he had been thinking about Ryder 24/7. Although, it wan’t a lie. Ever since their first night together, Finn had wanted to know so much more about Ryder. He would be lying if he said he didn’t at least once try and think of a first date scenario. After being told to not do the kissing faces, Finn only did them a couple times more, smirking after he did so. When Ryder took his hand, his smile brightened, squeezing at his hand almost immediately. “They’ve been telling me to try and find my own fun. Which really means, you’ve had enough fun with us, now go away.” He chuckled before growing quiet. Hearing what Ryder said only cause a small grin to itch onto his face. “I’ve been thinking about you too.. I.. don’t know what you did to me, honestly.” He confessed, laughing to himself.

He grinned a little wider before nodding. “Well then... Let’s uh... Let’s do it! Let’s go on a date with each other. I think it’s the last you could do after you made me fake a lap dance for you.” Ryder taunted, wrinkling his nose up as he giggled. “I’m kidding, I don’t mind paying.” He pointed out before cocking his head to the side. “You’ve been thinking about going on a date with me? Were my dance moves that good?” Of course, Ryder hoped there was more to it than just his dancing, but... When did things ever work out well for him? It would be nice if Finn wanted a date for more reasons. Because Ry certainly did. He wanted to sit down with the attractive male and find out everything he possibly could. “Stop that! It’s too adorable!” He whined playfully, jutting his bottom lip out into a pout. As Finn’s fingers squeezed his own, he couldn’t stop the grin spreading on his face. He pulled him a little closer, just enough for their arms to brush together as they walked. “Oh, is that so? I shouldn’t expect any more visits from you then?” His voice was clearly deflated. He didn’t want to mention the fact that every night since Finn had come into the club, Ry had stood gazing at the door in hopes that Finn would walk in again. Ryder stopped in his tracks to look at him. “Are... Are you blaming me? I think, if anything, this is a joint thing, because you... You’re just always on my mind.” He gave a nervous laugh as he felt the familiar blush creep up his neck and cheeks. “Anyway... Let’s uh... Let’s eat.” He rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand as he steered Finn to his favourite Italian restaurant. Like the true gentleman he was, he opened the door and even held out the seat for Finn when they were guided to a table. He took a seat opposite Finn and chewed on his lower lip. “I uh... I don’t know what it is about you, Finn but you’ve uh.... You’ve definitely caught my attention, that much is clear.”

Finn remembered what happened the last time that they had met up. He was a total flirt and it was definitely weird for him. He didn’t flirt with people like that before so, he knew that Ryder was something special to him. Even if he didn’t know much about him, he saved him a lot of flack from being called “boring” by his friends. He was glad that he had go through that night, especially with the help of Ryder. “I’m good, don’t worry about me, love. I was actually headed to get a bite to eat as well so, yeah.” He told Ryder, a wide grin on his face. Watching as Ryder ran a hand through his hair, wanting to do it himself. He stuffed his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t reach out to run his fingers through the long locks in front of him. “We could go out to eat? I’m just as hungry as you are, possibly.” He explained, chuckling as he began to bounce on his heels. “And, no. We don’t have to consider it a date.. Unless you.. want to?” Wiggling his eyebrows, he made small smoochy faces at Ryder, laughing as he did.

Ryder’s face immediately lit up at the sound of Finn also going for some food. He wanted to spend time with Finn, and this seemed to be the perfect opportunity. “Wow, that’s a perfect combination then. We can definitely get some food together.” His cheeks flushed slightly as he played with his hair. “I wouldn’t say no to it being a date, but... I would understand if you would rather it not be one. Don’t do the kissing faces, it’s really unfair and adorable.” He chuckled softly before reaching forward and taking hold of Finn’s hand. “Come on, I know the perfect place.” Ryder giggled and walked along with the other male. “Have your friends eased up on you since your fake lap dance?” He taunted, not realising that his thumb was rubbing circles on Finn’s hand. “Would... Would it be weird if I told you that I’ve been thinking about you for a while?” He whispered, cheeks flushing an even deeper colour.