#a:finn

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Chaos and Kitchen Talk

Chaos and kitchen talk by Finn iel

Izuku Midoriya is fucked he was hungry and too distracted to hear the pro hero arrive.

Or how Vigilante Midoriya got adopted by Eraserhead (sort of).

Words: 729, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Discrimination, implied quirkless discrimination, Midoriya Inko is nowhere to be found, Izuku's vigilante name is Chaos

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43599033

[risingsunsugar]

What is your favorite thing about Finn?

This is such a tough question because I really do love absolutely everything about him except for the fact that he snores, but we’re working on that. I’m gonna have to go with.... Bernie! (His beard, for all you pervs out there)

@finnhudsy

[ben-campbell]

7 things (finn e galahad)

1.: Qual foi o primeiro pensamento/impressão que teve quando a conheceu?

F: “Eu vou ler todos meus livros pra ele e ensinar ele a nadar e, meu deus, ele é tão pequeno”

G: “Damn it!”

2.: Melhor lembrança/momento que passaram juntas?

F: Quando Ben e Finn finalmente sentaram e conseguiram conversar honestamente sobre seus medos e a maioria de seus segredos e perceberam que não eram tão diferentes assim. 

G: O primeiro café que tomaram juntos numa madrugada perdida em que, acabaram conversando por toda a noite. 

3.: Pior lembrança/momento que passaram juntas?

F: Quando descobriram que a família estava usando de trabalho escravo para lucrar.

G: Ben não consegue se lembrar de um momento péssimo com Anais.

4.: Toque de telefone dela no seu celular.

F: count on me - bruno mars

G: cherry bomb - the runaways

5.: Ultimas mensagens que trocaram.

F: [Text: Ei, buddy, você está bem? Me avisa quando chegar em casa, por favor.]

G: [Text: Eu preciso da sua ajuda... Podemos marcar um jantar para conversar?]

6.: Fuck, marry or kill?

F: hug forever

G: Fuck and kiss

7.: Descreva a relação de ambos em uma palavra.

F: Zelo

G: Respeito

[addisonxyates-blog]

@finnsta

Working at the hospital allowed Addison’s bad habit of running away from her problems to thrive. On the one hand she was able to bury herself in work to forget that she was in this godforsaken town and also ignore the fact that maybe she hadn’t forgotten everything about the past like she had been so convinced. It also allowed her to check in on her father without ever having to see him. How long had it been since she actually went and say her old man? Probably months because all the updates she needed were given to her in the hospital at the few moments of leisure she got to check them. Each time the hope was that she’d get good news so that she could feel like she’d fulfilled her duty and leave. “Hey,” she called out to the familiar face. “Mind if I sit?” 

[supersamevans]

Congratulations dude, welcome to the New Directions!

Thanks man! 

I’m so excited to be part of the club. Heard you’re into classic rock too, we should totally have a jam session soon.

[askblainedwarbler]

Alive and Well: A Blaine/Finn Para

Who: Blaine Anderson and Finn Hudson ( @askfinnhudson ) What: Blaine does not believe that it’s Finn using the account on Tumblr and sets up a meeting for them so that he can call the impostor out When: Tuesday afternoon, the 28th of February around 4:30 pm Where: The Lima Bean

Blaine was a little more than angry that someone had decided to pose as Finn online. Who would have the audacity to do something like that to someone that had passed away? How much did someone have to hate themselves to do that, to lie and to assume the identity of his friend- it was totally not okay. He arrived at The Lima Bean, the place where he was going to meet up with 'Finn' to 'prove that it was him,' and he was a little early, which was completely odd for him- he was always late for everything, but this was a serious matter. Stolen identity or something. He'd gotten himself a coffee and taken a seat at a table in the corner so that he could eye up everyone who walked into the place as though they were the impostor he was about to deal with. The look on his face read easily that he was not in a great mood, but if someone was unsure, his body language confirmed it. His arms were folded, his legs crossed, and his coffee cup sat on the table untouched.

Finn: was on his way to The Lima Bean. He could understand that Blaine didn't believe him when they were talking online. He had to admit, he was anxious. He had been since he had got back to Lima. That was why he hadn't gone to visit anyone else yet, or gone to McKinley. What had happened to him had made him quite reserved and the fact that going to McKinley and having people recognize him and bombard him with questions got a bit too much for him. That was why he had just gone back to studying for his teaching degree where not as many people knew him. He reached the door of The Lima Bean. Opening the door, he noticed it was a little crowded. Hoping that Blaine hadn't seen him yet, he headed to the toilets. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had lost a little bit of weight while he had been away but other than that, he was the same. Stepping out of the toilets, he made his way over to where Blaine was.

Blaine pressed his lips together. Over and over in his head he ran through the earful he was going to give this person that was impersonating his dead friend. It was hard enough watching his (then) significant other go through everything, but he'd felt awful about it as well. He didn't even really know what had happened, and at the time he'd been too wrapped up in everything to ask. After a little while, he'd felt silly for know knowing and didn't want to bring it up and rip open fresh scars like that. Maybe the scars hadn't even healed now, and here he was getting ready to fight a fight that this scumbag deserved. He was staring angrily to the side, lost in thought, when someone stopped at his table. This was it. This was the moment that he was going to ruin this guy's day and call him out and tell him how wrong it was what he was doing. Except when he looked up, all of the anger on his face was replaced with shock and he completely forgot how to breathe. He stood and shook his head a little. Maybe he was having a dream. "Finn..." he tried to say, fighting against the was his throat tightened and the way his heart was suddenly slamming in his chest.

Finn looked at Blaine as he stopped at the table. He knew it was going to be a shock to Blaine. His heart was pounding in his chest as well. Finn watched as Blaine turned around to face him. When he did this, Finn could see the look of anger on his face, which then changed to shock. He waited for him to say something. When Blaine said his name, he nodded. "Blaine." He said. Finn sat down on the chair and looked over at him. "Believe me now?" He asked.

Blaine just stared up at Finn. Maybe he was having an emotional breakdown because of Sebastian taking Jeff to Paris. Or maybe he was just actually crazy. He sat down and felt his eyes well up with tears. Man, he was literally always crying. He tried to blink them back. "You're... not dead," he said, stating the obvious and blinking several times. "You were dead."

Finn kept his eyes on him. Finn shook his head. "No. I'm not dead." He told him. Finn sighed. "My mom told me that everyone was told that I was. I had no idea about it. I am so sorry all of you were told that." Finn said. He noticed that Blaine was blinking back tears. "I am very much alive."

Blaine shook his head a little bit as a million questions swirled around in his head at once. "Does Kurt know? Rachel?" he asked, which maybe wasn't the most obvious question, but he remembered how Kurt felt- actually how strong he was about everything- and how Rachel had a very hard time as well. "Why would they tell everyone that you were dead? That's... that's so... unfair... what- why?" He squeezed his arms to his middle but refused to tear his eyes away from Finn. If this was a dream, it was a really mean one for his brain to think up.

Finn looks at him. "Rachel knows. I went to see her. As for Kurt, I don't know. I guess Rachel might have told him, or my mom." He told Blaine. Finn leaned back in the chair as he watched Blaine carry on talking. He ran a hand over his face. "Witness protection." He said. "I wasn't able to tell anyone what was going on, but I wasn't aware of what everyone was told. Not until I got home and my mom told me." He added. It was clear he was still anxious.

Blaine watched Finn. It was definitely weird looking at him face to face after ​knowing​ that he was dead. It was hard to wrap his head around. So was the fact that the other had been under Witness Protection. "Witness protection? What did you witness?" he asked? Maybe it was insensitive, or nosy, but he really wanted to know. He also wanted to know. And he really wanted to hug Finn right then too. He grabbed onto the edge of the table. "Where did they send you?" He was apparently full of questions.

Finn know that Blaine would ask this. It wasn't something he wanted to go into too much. He sighed. "I don't really want to talk about what exactly I witnessed. But lets just say it was a bad enough crime that when the criminals realized I had seen what they were doing, they threatened me." Finn said. "Detroit. They told me it would be safer because I would be out of Ohio."

Blaine let his eyes go wide and he choked on the air he was breathing. It made sense that Finn didn't really want to talk about what he'd actually seen in order to be put under Witness Protection, and Blaine wasn't going to be the one to push it. But there was still the matter of where they sent him. "They said that ​Detroit​ was safer than Ohio? Wow... it must have been really bad then," he commented, remembering the news articles he'd read about the crime in Detroit. He cleared his throat. "I'm glad you're not dead, even if it's kind of... weird now. I'm glad you're back. And uh. I'm sorry for being a jerk online. I just... didn't think it was right that someone was using your likeness like that."

Finn watched him. "They didn't say it was safer than Ohio. They said it would be safer for me." He said. "I'm glad I'm not dead too. I am glad to be back here." He told him. Hearing Blaine say he was sorry, he shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I should have thought about it. Of course it could have easily been someone else but I hadn't thought about that."

Blaine raised an eyebrow and nodded a shrugged agreement with the other. It had to have been something really intense to get him sent to a place like Detroit just to be safe. In the back of his mind he wondered what kind of crime they had in Ohio now. He smiled a little, itching to wrap his arms around his friend. "Can I..." he started to get up and kind of made a motion that shows Finn that he wanted to hug him.

Finn noticed the raised eyebrow. He could tell that Blaine wanted to find out what had happened but Finn wasn't going to go into it. He glanced around before looking back at Blaine. It was when he looked back at Blaine that he heard him ask this andget to his feet. He knew. "Of course you can." Finn said as he got to his feet.

Blaine was quick to jump up, his little smile turning to a huge one as he moved quickly around the table and practically slammed into Finn. He was so tall, but Blaine didn't care. He wrapped his arms around the other and squeezed tightly- something he wished a hundred times since Finn's death that he could do. It was like he was given that second chance. Second chances were literally everything. And this was so so awesome.

[thesoundandtheweaver-blog]

55: Would you consider yourself “clingy”, “overly attached” or “jealous”?

No, not at all!

[askrachelberries-blog]

FMK: Jesse, Finn, Brody.

Well, I guess things sure move quickly on Tumblr! I guess I’ll re-enter the swing of things soon enough. I can see what you’re aiming for with this question, so I can only hope I’ll satisfy with the answer.

F(ly to Paris with): Finn.

M(ake my infamous sugar-cookies with): Brody.

K(iss and hold hands with): Jesse.

I understand that these aren’t the typical options featured in an ‘FMK’ question, but I believe these are wholly appropriate and are, really, the only liable options for me to publish publicly, on the internet. 

[itsbrittpierce]

Happy birthday, Brittany! I'll give you a hug when I come to see you all.

Thanks Finny! I can’t wait to see you! :)

[talktothequinnfabray]

Welcome back to the totally messed up internet, Quinn. Hope life is treating you well.

Thanks for the welcome. As pitiful as it sounds 'the totally messed up' part is what made me come back. You know, it's like a train wreck, you can't look away for too long. It is, it's nice to be back in Lima for a little while. How about you, Finn? Life being good to you?

[thesoundandtheweaver-blog]

Never have I ever passed out while drinking

I have.

Several times. Weed and alcohol is never a good mix but Faulkner never learns.

(6/12)

[thesoundandtheweaver-blog]

Never have I ever slept with someone who has a significant other that is not me.

Never have I ever.

Or at least he doesn't know about it.

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