"Oooohhh! So you all know fionna! Ah, I knew she'd grow up to meet some real weirdos."
Finn frowned.
Jake spoke up. "Hey, his names finn."
"Sure! Finn!" Martin said halfheartedly, grabbing finn by the shoulder and squeezing him close. Finn's frown didn't change.
"Well, fionn-I mean finn, you got a vehicle around your, uh, treehouse?"
"No." Finn grumbled, still awkwardly squashed by Martin's grip.
"Banana man has a rocket ship, but that's the closest thing to a vehicle we have around here." Finn said. "I mean one time we found a truck, but--"
"Zip zap, girl! We gotta get me a way outta here!" Martin annunciated with a pat on Finn's head.
He turned to Jake. "You're the older one here. Which neighboor did she say--"
"HIS name is FINN!" Jake said angrily, stretching bigger and bigger, his shadow covering Martin.
"Look! I'm sorry! Okay? Jeez! Look. I had, uh, Finn here as a daughter! Didn't really expect a sudden switcheroo, huh? Gonna take me a second to get used to it. She still kinda looks the part. Look at those golden locks poking out of that hat!"
Finn lowered his head, eyebags growing prominent. "Um, I've gotta go use the BMO." He said. "I think I heard my bathtime alarm."
Jake shot Martin an angry look one last time before shrinking down to go follow finn. Martin only gave a dejected shrug as he ran off towards the nearest structure he could see.
Finn was sitting on his bed, covers pulled up and around his shoulders.
"Hey, buddy." Jake said, stretching an arm around finn, wrapping him up and giving him a squeeze. Finn gave a small smile.
"I haven't been called that in a long time." Finn said. "It's weird."
"Well, makes sense. It's not your name. Your names finn. Martin calling you that is like me calling glass sand. Sure, it was that at one point, but can't drink soda outta sand. It's weird and gross and sandy and then you're just kinda drinkin' some kinda rocked up smoothie juice. Gross."
"Yea." Finn said. "Should I cut my hair though? It does kinda look like princess hair."
"No it doesn't! It looks like finn hair. You dont take good enough care of it for it to look like princess hair. You look like you just came out of the bush and the short bits are from what got caught in the branches. Only heros come out of bushes. Princesses come out of shrubs."
Finn laughed. "Jake, what the heck are you talking about?"
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-we stan italian finn from portici in this house❗️🗣
-when he gets mad his water boils, while when he feels depressed his water has a duller color. So uhh he has seasonal depression, specifically in january (totally not projecting wym)
-his fav sea creature is the shark.
-he snores and sometimes talks in his sleep
-when its winter he has to wear a cork on his head because his water will freeze
-its rare for him to get stressed, but if he does then he gets stress fractures, due to being made of glass
-once he had a HUGE crashout and everyone was absolutely astonished. Shrimpo was both proud and terrified of him at the same time.
-i like to think that the toons get affected by what the fandom thinks of them. Sometimes finn feels useless to the others and hes scared others find him annoying (when he was released the fandom just said he was annoying and useless because of him and shelly havig similar stats). It has gotten better over time tho
-finn is claustrophobic. Wjen hes in a tight or enclosed space for too long, he starts feeling anxious and he struggles to breathe. His asthma wont help either.
summary: henry bowers roughs y/n up, and richie wont stand for it. but he will sit, and get stroked off, however.
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you hit the pavement like a sack of shit. you saw red gushing from your legs, not entirely sure where the source was. before you could get up, you received a swift kick in the abdomen. you held the rest of your external organs in agony, the ground was cold and unforgiving. two grimy hands pinned yours to the ground, his face was inches away from yours, and his breath smelled like a fucking dog treat.
“had enough?” henry spat, his eyes as black as his soul scanning down your tarnished clothes. “always a good time, thanks bowers” fuck - another punt to your gut.
you moved here in july, about a month and a half before the starting of school, you had made a few friends, and due to your associations, you became a prime target of bowers and his gang. where you came from, a man would never lay a hand on a women, i guess here’s it’s different.
henry left a few more bruises, but soon got bored after you stopped making noise. he left you on the cement numb, probably the worst he’d ever gotten you. you laid there for a bit, until gained the dignity to stand up. you picked up your bike, feet away from the scene of the beating, and rode up, your new jeans ripped. moms going to kill you.
you tucked your bike between your house and your garage, behind you bike tires scuffed against the side walk.
“what the hell happened to you?” eddie screeched, he dropped to his knees to assess your wounds. “yeah raggedy ann, you fucked your shut up?” richie chuckled, bill shot richie a knowing glare, as well as a hardy nudge in the ribs. it clicked in his head “fuuuck tuts, bowers did this?” “n-no i just fell into a bush.” they all knew better of course, but kept quiet.
they waited in your basement as you showered off the blood and dirt. the hot water stung the open cuts, and the soap caused you to hiss. you put on an over sized sweater, and some cotton shorts. you walked down the wooden basement stairs to the boys, their faces shot toward you, you saw beverly was there too, she probably came during your shower.
it was eerily quiet as you popped a vcr into your 22 inch tv. you sat back into the love seat with richie as the movie began to play. you felt richies rose brush against the back of your damp hair, he loves the smell of your conditioner.
you loved your group of friends, richie the most though. he was funny, cunning, a bit of an ass, but he could be so sweet when he wanted. not to mention he was stupid hot. i mean obviously you liked him, he checked all the boxes, plus he was almost as badass as you.
the movie was alright, well you think- you weren’t too sure because rich was whispering the funniest shit in your ear the whole time. normally, your friends would be annoyed with the banter between you two- especially during a movie- but this time was an exception , they were glad to see you laughing after today’s events.
it was around 11 at night, everyone left at around the same time. richie lingered, “wanna smoke a ‘borough?” you began to walk down your side walk with him.
the small flame on his lighter made his face glow, the dips on his face accentuated. smoking kills yeah, but richie made it look worth dying for. the way the smoke left his lips made your knees weak, he offered you a hit. the nicotine coursed quickly through your bloodstream, the buzz instantly making you giggle. you’d grown to like the smell, since richie smelt like a cigarette butt(and musk, not that you noticed.) you walked down your street, richie leading his bike to the right.
the comfortable silence mixed with the sounds of the crickets as you walk him to the stop sign. it’s always the same, he gives a half tempted wave, you pull him into a side hug, and he rides his to the street, and looks back until you walk back to your house. as you watch him ride off, you study his figure. his lanky legs pump his cherry bike down this dark road, his untamed hair twirling in the currents of the air. you tried effortlessly to look at the logo on the back of his shirt, however his muscles were practically screaming your name.
as you laid in your bed, you tossed and turned trying to fall asleep. there was something in the back of your mind, but you couldn’t figure out what it was. it etched itself between you and a decent amount of sleep.
you walked to your classes the next morning exhausted, your body ached, and the bags under your eyes carried the weight of the world. you came up to your locker to switch out your books, richie was leaning against it. you let your head tip down so it was resting on his chest, you could have fallen asleep then and there.
"hey sweetness, tired?" "extremely" you croaked. he rubbed your back and let you get in your locker. "you, me, after school yea? we can watch a movie, can do your homework for ya?" you chortled and shoved him lightly "im not letting you anywhere near my homework richie toizer" "fair, fair" he agreed.
at precisely 2:45 pm, you both were in your basement, watching old gidget flicks. "I've decided, you are not to be alone anymore, i dont want bowers to ever lay a hand on you ever again." you laughed at him, but he had his mind made up. "not even when i pee?" "nope" "how about when i fart?" "girls FAR-?" "shut up rich!" you both had a giggle fit. "not even when i sleep?" "not even when you sleep" "not even when i please myself?" richies face grew crimson. you tired to get him to brush it off as a joke, thats how you saw it anyway. but it was so much different for him.
trashmouth is far from the perfect human being, he can be an absolute creep at times. but he tried his best when it came to you, not to think of you as some sexual object. you were his bestfriend, his right hand man, and he couldnt deal with the emotions that came if it were more then that.
as you doze off on your love seat in the basement, richie is pent up. he watches the rise and fall of your chest, he stares too long at the gap between your bare chest and shirt. he looks down at your thighs, and the mystery that lies between them. he watches your lips part as you breath lightly from sleep, the lips he so badly wanted to kiss, to bite, to feel.
his mind was racing with thoughts, thoughts he didnt dare to have before, thoughts that made him look at you differently. obvisouly - hes thought about you in that way, but each time he did, he'd feel disgusted and purged his mind of those ideas. this time however, he had to deal with his emotions a different way. and when you woke up, he was already gone.
you checked the clock, it was only 3:50, he'd only been over an hour. you hoped on your bike, you needed to know if he was at least ok. being the classic over thinker you are, you assumed the worst.
when you got to his place, no cars were there, just richies cherry bike laying on the grass. you knocked on the door, no answer. you let yourself in, you knew the password to his keypad. "richie?" you called, no response. you ran up to his room "richie are you ok?" "y/n" he moaned loudly in the other room. "oh fuck" you huffed as you opened the door, prepared for blood or projectile vomit. you swung open the door, and there was richie, member in hand, shirtless, sitting on a chair. you stared for a good ten seconds, and he stared back.
"y/n get the hell OUT!" richie was mortified. you on the other hand, had butterflies to the end of your toes. you had a gut feeling that maybe maybe, this could be something really good.
"richie close your eyes" "y/n dammit i said g-" "close your eyes rich!" you yelled. his face was red, but he closed his dark eyes. you walked over to the chair, and sat on your knees.
"listen y/n, im sorry this is so fucking embar- s-ssHIT Y/N" he moaned, his head falling back. you stroked him slowly with your hand. "y-you dont have to" he opened his to look down at you "but i want to" you replied. you stroked his cock gently, teasing him enough to make him beg for more. "your hand feels so fucking good" he groaned, he bit down on his lip as he tried not to thrust into your hand. "youre really big rich" you said shyly, turning your head away a bit, "i thought you'd never say" "shut up, rich!"
he grabbed your wrist mid stroke, and coxed you up onto his lap "the only way i can get off is if you do too." you straddled his lap, his digits made their way from your pant liner to your soaked core. "so wet for me huh? arent you?" he teased, his index finger circling your hole. "so wet you you rich, you blushed, beginning to rub his length once more.
he stuck his middle and ring finger deep into you, the feeling made your eyes water. he made you make sounds you never knew you could. each curl of his fingers going deeper into you. as you whimper and melt into his touch, richie is far too busy licking faint lines down your neck.
your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your eyes rolling back as your legs convulsed. richie watched in bliss, his mind was over-saturated with you, this was something he could only think up in a wet dream. he kissed your forehead as you rode out your orgasm. quickly, you got back to work on him, not long before he finished just as you did.
you sat their silently in the chair richies long arms draped around your sides. his slender hands traced the curve of your face, he was taking in every inch of you. his smelled radiated off him, the sweaty look sure did suit him.
"uh y/n" "yeah rich?" "your one hellova hook up heh." he actually laughed to himself. you laughed too, richie was god awful at expressing his feelings. "yeah toizer, not a bad one timer yourself" you teased as you put back on your clothes. "yeah i guess so- one timer?! this was only a one time ordeal? your pulling my leg y/n!" "i dont do casual hookups rich, thats just not who i am" you left his room, the boy was flabbergasted. you picked up your bike off his lawn, before you left, he yelled: "ok and what if i was your boyfriend, then could we do this again?" you moved your head pretending to contemplate. "maybe"
"maybe?!"
"yeah, maybe."
you road the main street back to your house, with a huge smirk on your face.
Can I Plss Have Finn x Reader From Star Wars? With Some Fluff Where They See Each Other's Scars And Kiss Them? 🥺
𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬
pairing: Finn x GN!Reader
summary: you and Finn show each your battle scars
warnings: angst, mention of injuries / scars
“This one,” Finn lifts his shirt to show you a scar on the skin of his ribs, “was from the first ever mission I was sent on as a stormtrooper” Finn sighs wistfully. “They managed to shoot right between the armour plates. First mission out and I was immediately out of commission for the next two months” Finn finishes with a small smile on his lips.
You return his smile and roll up your sleeve, showing him the inside of your upper arm where you had a scar of your own.
“This was the first time I got shot by a stormtrooper” you tell him.
Finn reaches out, but stops just short of your skin. He looks at you questioningly and you give him a small nod. He returns your nod and gently runs his finger over the scar, softly stroking your skin. A small smile plays with yours lips.
“You should actually see the second time I got shot by a stormtrooper” you chuckle softly.
Finn raises his eyebrow at you. You sigh quietly, composing yourself, before you pull your shirt over your head. Finn keeps his eyes steadily on yours as you take his hand in yours, bringing it to the scar that sat on the left side of your torso. You involuntarily suck in a breath as Finn’s hand splays over your side, his thumb stroking your skin softly. You’d never shown anyone this particular scar before. But there was just something about Finn that made you feel so comfortable, so safe.
“Shit” Finn whispers under his breath. “That looks bad” he muses almost more to himself.
“Yeah, it was. I almost didn’t bounce back from that one” you admit meekly.
Finn looks back at your face, his eyes heavy with a mixture of sympathy and adoration. He takes your arm, the one with the scar on it, kisses the back of your hand. He then gently kisses his way up the length of your arm. His lips pepper your forearm, the inside of your elbow, right up to where the scar blemished your skin. His eyes remain on yours as he places a tender kiss to the mark. Your heart swells with emotions, tears almost swimming in your eyes as you admire the softness in Finn’s gaze, in his touch.
“I’m so glad you did” he whispers before his lips land on yours.
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A/N: ahhh my first time writing for a Star Wars character, thank you so much for request, I really hope you liked it!! <33
‘Are you really picking them over me’ with any character of your choosing ♥️
This one felt like Finn to me ...
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“Are you really picking them over me?” you asked, letting your menu fall onto the table as you watched your boyfriend lower his cellphone from his ear.
“They need me—if I don’t fix the third differential for the front and rear wheels to turn at different speeds, it could cause Tobey to lose the race.”
“Last week it was the combustion chamber. And, oh, how about two nights ago when it was the intake charge?”
“They need me, Y/N,” Finn said, pleading with his eyes for you to just let this go.
“We were in bed,” you hissed. “Don’t you think that maybe I needed you then?”
He held your gaze, the light from the small lamp on your table making his eyes look dark and sad. Finn took a deep breath and leaned forward, reaching for your hand.
“Come with me.”
You looked at his hand, his thick fingers resting on your forearm, the index twitching slightly as he worried his bottom lip, hoping you’d just agree to go. You looked at the grease embedded around his cuticle and realized that there would always be a part of him that wanted to be in that damn garage instead of with you.
“No. I’m hungry, Finn,” you said, shaking him off and picking up your menu, raising it up so it blocked him from your view.
“Don’t be like this.”
You lowered your menu and didn’t bother to hold back your venomous response. “Be like what? It’s not like you’re a fucking doctor and people’s lives are depending on you. It’s a piece of machinery. It can wait.”
Finn rolled his eyes and stood up. “It just can’t—why don’t you get that?”
You ignored him, knowing it drove him crazy when you didn’t respond.
He shifted from foot to foot, and from your peripheral it looked like he was almost ready to sit down, but then his phone went off, a single trill to seal the fate of your relationship.
“I’m going. Come with me, please.”
You never glanced up from the menu and after a few more beats, Finn growled with frustration and turned, hurrying out of the restaurant.
You peeked over the menu, just in time to see him disappear out of the door. You blinked back tears, unable to understand his compulsion to ask how high when Tobey said jump.
“Are you ready to order, or are you waiting—”
“I’m done waiting,” you said, with a swipe under the eye that had betrayed you by releasing a tear.
You fixed a smile on your face and ordered, and as soon as the waiter snapped his book shut and walked away, you picked up your cellphone.
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ALSO I JUST REREAD THE FILLIS ANGST AND HOW DID I MISS THE FACT THAT GRAY IS A LITERAL FUCKING ANGEL. WHAT THE FUCK. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS BUT MY SQUISH ON GRAY IS GETTING BIGGER BY THE MINUTE
OMG YES.
Gray, aka Uriel, angel of presence and protection, angel of the lord, and Iris's guardian angel.
You were waiting on him again and at some point you had to try and protect yourself from these bad feelings
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He said he’d be there. He promised you. Maybe he didn’t remember or didn’t care. Maybe this theme was continuous. Maybe you shouldn’t care. Maybe you shouldn’t be crying. But you were, you didn’t understand and you were hurt. You’re just the idiot who spent their eighteenth birthday alone.
You’d told all the other Shelby’s that you’d come to see them the day after because you wanted the day with Finn. But you couldn’t face them. Finn, the boy who said he was your (fucking) boyfriend, was growing ever more distant. You’d never asked him out, not on an actual named date, never affirmed what you were to each other. That was probably the problem.
Sitting against the front door for about five hours just eating a cake -you’d been given by Polly that morning- you were silent. Not wanting to admit what you knew was coming next. You knew that you had to face him at some point. Had to talk to him. Had to know what you were to him. It could be the biggest mistake you’d ever made- but it had to be done
Finn had promised he’d call if he was late but you knew that wasn’t true. You just sat. Silent. Trying to figure out why he still was not here. Why he made these empty promises. Why you put up with it. You weren’t together-it wasn’t confirmed- so surely you shouldn’t be so impacted? But even so, he’d always been your best friend and that made it hurt you just as much. He’d always been your friend and that had never changed. He was a shitty friend, at least to you, at least lately.
Two days later you were working at the shop and Finn walked in. You could see his distraught expression- instantly feeling a drop in your stomach that annoyed you beyond belief because you should hate him- as he walked over to you.
“Y/n I’m so sorry I-“
“It’s okay. I’m used to being alone.” It came off as more depressing than you intended.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Did you forget?” You looked down at the floor.
“Y/n, you know you mean a lot to me and I don’t want you to hate me.”
“But did you forget? Or were you with another girl or something.” You asked.
“Both.” He muttered and you swallowed your emotion. Your eyes pricked and you pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth to stop the tears.
“I don’t think you should tell girls you’re their boyfriend and then do this. Do what you want to me but please don’t do this to anyone else. I hope you and this girl have something because she’s lucky.” You stood up from your desk and kept your head low as you tried to get past Finn.
“Y/n... please.” He pleased as he stood in front of you.
“What do you want from me anymore?”
“I want you. I only want you and I’m so fucking sorry.” Finn whispered and you shook your head.
“Please don’t lie to me. If you wanted me- you would have been there and not with someone else.” You replied calmly, knowing you could let it all out once you got home.
“I don’t know what to tell you. I love you, Y/n and you know that." Finn put a hand on your arm.
"You only think you love me, Finn, and if you’re so immature to think that you could love someone and still do this to them, I don’t think this was worth it anyway.” You walked past him.
Finn closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. Not wanting to believe this had happened. Not wanting to believe you were no longer here anymore.
When Polly found of what Finn had done, she gave him an hour-long lecturing on how much he had messed up. She tried to come to see you at your flat but you didn’t answer. She only saw you at work and could see how visibly shaken you were, Poll understood how much you longed for Finn to act like a real boyfriend. How you wanted him to love you properly
You didn’t really know how he was supposed to love you ‘properly’ though, perhaps his inadequate love was what you deserved in this world and you should just accept that. But you also hated how you always wanted more than he could give and expected more of him. His love may be the love everyone gets. It’s what everyone deserves because we’re all terrible people who don’t deserve that affection that we desire.
You’d done a lot of wrongs in your life and had begun to accept that you deserved your downfalls. Even on your day of celebration that you specifically set out so it would only be you two, he wasn’t there. He still... wasn’t there. Was that love? Is that real love? The cruel reality is the stark parallel of your optimistic childhood stories.
“Come here,” Polly said one morning when you walked into the kitchen. You walked quickly to her as she wrapped you in a hug.
“I don’t know why I’m upset. It happens all the time but I suppose I couldn’t deal with anymore.” You gripped Polly close.
“I know pet, I know. I don’t know what’s become of him if I’m honest.” You pulled apart and Poll rubbed your shoulder.
“He’s the one who said he was my boyfriend and he was the one who made me think that he thought of this seriously. That’s what I don’t understand. He didn’t have to tease me.” Looking at the floor you took a deep breath.
Finn was behind the door. Meaning at some point to interject but he felt out of place. He felt intrusive, Polly had seen him and given him a look that had alone caused him to not move a muscle.
“Go on, Y/n go home love. You’re done for the day. Do you want Finn to come to talk to you?” Poll asked.
“I think it needs to happen,” Taking another deep breath you smiled at Polly “Thank you.”
“Off you go now, pet.” She smiles sadly before you headed out the door.
Once you were definitely gone, Finn came out from behind the door and Polly shook her head in disgust.
“What you’ve done to that girl is disgraceful, I thought I raised you better than that. You don’t treat people that way, Finn,” she paused “You’ve known her your whole life and couldn’t even give her enough respect to be truthful to her. No. I’m not having it. At the end of today, you are going round and begging on your knees for forgiveness.” His Aunt walked out of the room.
He felt ashamed. He knew what he’d done was wrong but, seeing you like that, it tore him apart. You were his best friend and he loved you and he didn’t know why he did this or why he just pushed you away. He wasn’t thinking. He never really thought. Not to the extent to show that you mattered to him.
Finn knocked on your door and it was slowly opened after a few seconds. You looked up at Finn before wordlessly opening the door for him. He walked into your tiny apartment he grew to love and sat down on a chair in the kitchen.
“What can I do for you, Finn.” You asked, hoping to sound strong but just coming off weak as your voice quivered.
“I’m sorry.” He pleaded.
“I know you say you’re sorry and I appreciate that. But sorry, doesn’t make it any different. Sorry doesn’t bring back every single hour I’ve wasted waiting for you. Sorry doesn’t bring back my positive psyche or mindset I had before all of this. Sorry isn’t enough anymore, Finn and I’ve had enough of all of this.” You looked him dead in his watering eyes.
“I don’t know what to do. Do make this all alright again.” He took your hand.
“You have to let go.”
“Y/n... no. I can’t do that, I need you. Please.” Finn’s grip on your hand tightened.
“Finn, I know and I think you know, you let me down. I don’t want you to just be in my life to let me down. Why do you let me down, Finn? Over and over again you mistreat me. Why?”
“I don’t know! I’ve tried to give you up, but it’s like you’ve got a hold over me. I try to make myself the worst person ever so you’ve given me up. I’m not good enough for you.” Looking down, Finn closed his eyes.
“I don’t trust you anymore Finn. I want you more than I need you and I need you so badly, Finn. I want to be with you forever,” Gripping his hand you sighed “But that’s never going to happen. I’ll just be waiting and waiting for you.”
“I’m always going to want you back.” Finn cried and you fluttered your eyes to stop the fall of tears.
“But we’ll never be a functional couple, Finn. We’re too different and I think I’ve finally realised that.” You stood close to him.
“How can I look at you every day and know that you hate me?” He wiped his eyes and you put a hand on his cheek.
“I could never hate you, Dear Finn. But I can fall out love with you and I’m going to do all I can to make that happen because loving a Shelby was a mistake from the beginning.” You rose up to kiss him momentarily, his hand snaking around your waist.
“We’re bonded too closely, how can you break away?” He broke the kiss to ask and you rested your forehead on his chest.
“I don't know. But, I know that I have too.” Going in to kiss him again, Finn lifted you up and you travelled to the sofa, “This is the last time.” You told him, but it was a fucking lie.
