#finney blake fanfic

[theyluvlyss]

"...𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐭, '𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞'..."

《 ♡ 》 headcannons

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

no real summary, just some loose thoughts I have, per the request😙.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!reader x finney blake - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

70s-80s (🤷🏽‍♀️) - the grabber doesn't exist - finney's dad isn't a p.o.s.😃

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

FLUFFFF - I think I cussed just a little😆🤏🏽 - finney being the best boyfriend you'll ever have in your life - short/small mentions of bruises/scars - me getting carried away

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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It's true, they did. Not that either you or Finney could deny such a claim because that's exactly what it felt like. What it was. Innocent, blissful, doting puppy love.

Who's "they", you ask?

Well, literally everyone. Your parent(s), his father and sister, your friends, his friends, other peers/classmates... hell, even the strangers that looked at you two long enough, observing, could tell- No, feel the love radiating from you two at what seemed like all times.

Which you found surprising, seeing as you two were under the impression that your relationship was kept rather private to the naked eye, but I'll get to that in a second.

Even before you two had made it official, the mutual crush was painfully obvious to any and everyone around. It was in the way your eyes would find their way over to him whenever he walked into the classroom, worry filling them to the brim should he adorn any bruises and/or scars from any bullies of his.

The way he'd fidget whenever you were in his line of sight, biting his thumb at his desk if you sat close enough to him or clicking that space-themed pen over and over again when you breezed by him in the halls.

God forbid you said hi to him when you did. Poor thing would just melt, remember he had to respond back, and then go, "H-...hi...!" when you were already long gone😭.

And oh my god, you'd better believe Gwen and Robin were getting an earful, damn near every topic of conversation somehow circling back to you. Vice versa for Donna, knowing it was no use trying to pry any other subject from that brain of yours because it was all muddled with "Finney this..." and "Finney that..."

So yeah, though elated when you two finally became an item, nobody was shocked. Not even a little.

But anyhow, dating Finney is so sweet, and quiet, and peaceful (if that makes sense). It's just very loving and calming, with LOTS of a reassuring being done between the both of you. I feel as though Finney is just a naturally semi-anxious person but he also masks really well, so for the first while of your relationship, you spent it gently poking and prodding away, letting him know he could trust you fully with any and everything.

It's lots of sweet touches - hand holding, you rubbing his shoulders/back/arms often, him moving hair from out of your face or shooing away small bugs/dust from your person, face cupping - little things that bring about butterflies, even if it's been months (maybe even years) into the relationship😭.

AND THE KISSESSSSJFJEKDO omg- (sorry I just💀🥴-) He's such a huge fan of little pecks, I mean, sure... an actual KISS-kiss or a makeout sesh is fun-cool-awesome whatever, but bro actually forgets how to breathe for a second when you randomly peck him on the cheek or lips. The biggest grin in the whole world just spawns on his face if you bound up to him and the first thing you do is, "Hey, Finn!" and give him a lil' kiss right there on his nose.

And forehead kisses are something sooo special to him. He gives those out left and right, yes he does😌. There's something about them that just makes him feel like he's cherishing you and that he's just pouring all of his love and adoration into you, y'know? Plus, he loves the way you'll watch him carefully each time, too. Like, not saying he's the biggest fan of being watched at all, but in this instance, he doesn't mind and actually wants you to see/prepare for that special kiss he's delivering.

Which, speaking of, he's not fond of PDA. If anything, the most he can tolerate is hand-holding and just a short/small peck when you greet each other. But anything more, he's pretty inclined to reserve it for when you two are alone. Or at most, amongst well-known/close friends/family. Although, he won't shy/pull away if you want to hold his hand under the table/desk. And he won't move away if your legs or shoulders are touching if you two are doing/working on something together.

Cuddling/hugging? Bed and/or couch activity only, and can not - I repeat - CAN NOT be interrupted, or he'll be so salty about it. Again, it's a very special thing for him, getting to hold you, feel you, hear your heartbeat (or vice versa if you're laying on his chest). He gets to just sit and admire you, whether it be in comfortable silence or if you two are quietly talking, using this time to memorize each and every single feature on your face over and over again (hoping you're doing the same for him). So yeah, Gwen waltzing right on in without knocking, or your parent calling you two down for dinner definitely kills that vibe for him.

You might giggle at the way he goes, "mncht..." and rolls his eyes, but baby, he ain't laughing at all💀.

Hell, even you two talking with each other is pretty intimate and soft. He's never once raised his voice at you (even if he's upset), is always asking your opinions/thoughts on things and what the vibe is before moving forward, and the only time you've ever spoken over each other is when you guys are hyperfixating on a common topic and are getting really excited.

WHICH ‼️‼️ omg if you're an astrology girly, lord knows this boy... You got him, he's hooked, he's never leaving you alone. Fate - sealed. While yes, he's an astroNOMY guy, which is more science-based and leans towards a more logical outlook, he loves that with you/astroLOGY comes this inate belief and spiritual outlook. He LOVES that you've attached meanings to the stars and space-stuff that he already really fucks with. Like, star signs and shit? He might not fully understand it (will definitely strive to, though), but oh my god, he practically foams at the mouth when you start listing them off, giving definitions, pointing out the connections between yours and his, etcetc.

And on the flipside, he loves that you let him pop off about whatever he's got in the tank. Black holes, other planets outside our solar system, the possibility of extraterrestrial life, rockets,,, whatever he's spitting, you're all ears without even a shred of judgment.

Plus, like I mentioned, there's a lot of healthy communication/checking in between the both of you. Lots of, "Are you okay?" "How are you feeling?" "Did you eat today?" "What'cha thinking about?" "I'll call you later today/tonight, okay?" type of stuff, along with the silly, all over the place topics and the long, "today was shit" rants, of course.

To try and sum it up/ball up the millions of other things I have running through my mind (I'm trying not to make this longer than it needs to be💀✋🏽), he's basically a huge sucker for the love between you two. Loves that you listen and loves listening to you, loves knowing that you're there (especially physically, like, again, not a huge fan of PDA but really, truly can't get enough of your touches and calming rubs and cute little pokes/boops soooo😗... *cut to Finney wayyy too eager to get to either yours or his house so he can shut his brain off and cuddle with you*). He loves loving you and being with you, like...

AUGHFHSJH and he LOVES making you happy, finding every and any new way to impress you. He likes taking you to go get snacks from the Grab'n'Go; I'm talking the second this man gets a LITTLE bit of change from who knows where, the first thing on his mind is, "What should I get (Y/N)?" Or taking you along with Robin to the drive in when they go see movies, or to the diner to get milkshakes...

In all honesty, anything - spending time with you outside of school - is a date to him. Y'all could walk circles around a small ass park fifty-million times, and he'll drop you off at home like, "I had fun today. Thank you for letting me take you out :)♡." Like what a sweetie😭.

But if it's an "actual" date you're craving, he'll come up with and spend hours prepping little makeshift ideas that he'll enlist Gwen to help him with. Some of his best have been stargazing (with all of the stops, of course - snacks, drinks, books to read and flashlights, blankets and pillows, etcetc.), library dates where you guys spend nearly the whole day skimming through each and every section to look for new interests and topics, 👹CRAFTING!!!👹...

Finney is a craft king, argue with the wall😐.

Point is,,, Finney Blake loves you to the moon and back, and is still in mild shock that you feel the same way (y'all could be married with twins, a dog, and two cats and bro will wake up next to you in the morning like, "...She loves me🥹🩵??"), and if allotted, I'd go on forever and ever.

But I won't😻!

If asked one of these days, though, I would totally be down for writing general headcannons about all of the boys +Donna and Gwen +Max and other adults and characters that aren't canon but might as well be canon in my head because I have SO many thoughts😃...😀...*eye twitches*...

soyeahanywaysBYE👋🏽✨️.

𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬...

for both the long wait and the fact that I went a little crazy at the end, but it's fine xD🩷. I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope it satisfies. I feel like there's some parts where I fell off a little bit and then got back into the groove, but yeah...

good news is, I can only improve from here, so don't be shy to request more :)!

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[starboardharpy]

This is basically what happened, right??

Psst, hey! @bilan-igg , it's the Gay Doritos :>

[marrziy]

Finney Blake x Male Reader

"Um dia que vale por todos"

. Sinopse: você e seu grupinho passaram a semana inteira planejando uma ida ao cinema, mas, após alguns imprevistos, apenas você e Finney conseguiram comparecer à sessão. Naquela poltrona macia, ao lado do seu melhor amigo e interesse amoroso, as borboletas se agitavam no estômago.

. Gêneros: sombrio, fluff e angst

. Avisos: "M/n", morte/sequestro subentendidos e final triste.

. Palavras: 2.5k | 3ª pessoa - passado

*essa é uma reescrita do primeiro imagine que escrevi. Tava uma bagunça antes mds 😮‍💨 minha escrita no início era tão precária

— Porra… muleque do caralho! – o garoto mais velho estava farto da insistência de M/n, com as veias pulsando na testa em pura irritação. — Eu já falei que não! Vende esses ingressos, enfia no seu cu, sei lá! Só para de encher o saco. – Vance levantou do sofá, marchando para seu quarto antes que defenestrasse o irmãozinho janela afora.

— Por favooor! – prolongando a palavra, M/n viu-se a um passo de se jogar aos pés do loiro e implorar aos prantos. — Eu pago suas fichas do fliperama por uma semana!

— Com que dinheiro? – questionou, como quem nada queria. — Nem bala de troco você tem no bolso.

— Eu faço o que você quiser por um mês inteiro!

Vance parou na entrada do quarto, interessado, já não planejando mais bater a porta na cara da pulguinha agitada às suas costas.

M/n sabia que sua vida seria um inferno durante trinta dias consecutivos, com Vance lhe atazanando por coisas banais, como encher um copo d'água e entregá-lo em suas mãos, arrumar a zona de guerra que Vance chamava de quarto e acabar com o pão de forma montando sanduíches. No entanto, chegar àquela sessão era realmente importante para M/n e seus amigos.

Sem contar que os ingressos custaram os olhos da cara.

— Quando vai ser? – Vance perguntou, e isso já serviu de confirmação para o caçula.

— Sábado! – M/n não disfarçava sua animação, o sorriso de orelha a orelha sendo apenas um dos sinais visíveis de alegria estampada na face iluminada. — Obrigado, obrigado mesmo! – abraçou o corpo maior.

Vance curvou o pescoço, tocando o topo da cabeça do irmão com o queixo.

Apesar de não ser A+ em demonstrar, por trás da carranca, bem lá no fundo, no fundo mesmo, muito lá no fundo, existia uma pequenininhazinha parcela de gentileza, e muito bem filtrada.

— Agora some da minha frente, cansei da sua cara.

Como M/n intitulava, o destino era uma tremenda vadia sem coração.

Mesmo estando na mesma série, o garoto e sua alma gêmea eram de turmas diferentes; não frequentavam a mesma sala.

M/n poderia simplesmente aguardar, afinal, Finney sempre vinha até ele. Mas a ansiedade, feito bomba, estava prestes a explodir dentro do peito, e o menino não queria ter seus membros e vísceras espalhados pelo chão da escola antes de sábado.

E, de preferência, depois de sábado também não.

Mas, se tivesse que acontecer, que fosse depois de sábado.

Além de serem amigos, M/n também desempenhava a função de escudo-sobrenome; ser parente do cara mais intimidador da escola tinha lá suas vantagens. Finney estava livre de valentões ao lado do Hopper mais novo.

No dia em que M/n percebeu que, mesmo de longe, seu irmão o protegia, a casinha de Vance em seu coração expandiu-se num quarto.

Durante o caminhar contente no corredor lotado de mini-homens e mini-mulheres, M/n teve a segunda interrogação ilustrada naquele dia ao ver Finn nadando sozinho contra a maré de corpos: "Ué… cadê Robin?". Linhas pontilhadas traçaram a silhueta do rapaz ausente.

M/n havia despertado com atraso de manhã, madrugado imaginando cenários e, consequentemente, chegando na hora exata em que a aula iria começar, acabando por não topar com os amigos na entrada. Sua primeira interrogação piscara na cabeça quando não viu Robin perambulando despreocupado enquanto todos se apressavam. Era costume do Arellano cabular o primeiro horário.

Um "oi" animado saiu dos lábios de M/n para Finney, que respondeu com um "e aí" tímido. — Fi, você sabe do Robin? – andavam devagar, perdendo lugar no refeitório, lentos para as arestas quando juntos.

— Ontem eu fui na casa dele pra ajudar com os estudos, como a gente tinha combinado, mas nem falar direito ele conseguia. Disse que, se não viesse essa semana pra escola, significaria que a febre piorou e que a gente podia ir ao cinema sem ele. – informou com desânimo, trombando em alguns ombros por focar mais no corpo ao lado que nos vários à frente.

— Ontem mesmo ele tava fazendo o nariz de gente babaca sangrar… – um biquinho de chateação protuberou nos lábios de M/n ao que a voz interna ecoava na cabeça: "a gripe não podia esperar mais um cadinho? Podia até voltar em dobro depois!" — Mas que droga! Robin era quem mais queria ver o filme. – a vadia sem coração dava descarga nos planos, como de costume.

Finney nutria a mesma frustração, mas não conseguia evitar sorrir para M/n. Ele achava a expressão do outro tão fofa! E M/n sequer percebeu, concentrado demais em chutar pedras-imaginárias-antiestresse piso liso à frente. O destino foi bondoso com o garoto, não lhe enviando nenhuma canela azarada para colorir.

— De qualquer jeito, não é como se fosse dar certo. Seu irmão com certeza não toparia levar a gente. – Finney murmurou convicto, sem saber que o quadrado havia entrado no círculo após longos minutos de insistência patética.

— Na verdade... – ao transparecer da dúvida, os olhos de Finney transbordaram esperança na direção de M/n. — Precisei oferecer minha mão de obra em troca, mas o cabeludo aceitou sim.

— Que massa! Pelo menos alguma coisa deu certo. Mas então… Como vai ser? – Finney escorreu um braço em volta do pescoço de M/n, aproximando-se para ouvir bem.

Páprica temperava as bochechas jovens.

As horas monótonas de algarismos e parágrafos terminaram em perfeita sincronia com o fim do lacrimejar das nuvens.

Tempestades eram frequentes naquela estação; M/n estava cogitando orar ao pé da cama pela imunidade daqueles que importavam para o seu fim de semana perfeito.

Ele voltava para casa na companhia de Finney, as borrachas dos tênis arrastando na água que escurecia o concreto de uma calçada direita.

Avançavam lentamente sobre os pingos de maio.

Porque rir e andar não era uma união muito harmoniosa.

M/n havia pedido ao amigo que o fizesse sorrir, e Finney contou uma piada terrível. M/n não esperava algo tão ruim e ria justamente pelo baixo nível.

Os dois não faziam questão de que o tempo voasse.

— Pulguinha!

Uma voz alta e conhecida chamou à distância. Girando os calcanhares, o par notou Vance ainda na entrada do colégio, encarando-os.

— Aonde pensa que vai?

M/n ficou na ponta dos pés, inclinando a parte superior do corpo para frente, como se isso ampliasse a voz. — Ué, tô indo embora! – devido à distância, o diálogo seguia em tons elevados.

Ele planejava ir pela rua mais longa, querendo passar mais tempo com Finney; sempre fez assim, e, quando o amigo pousava no lar, ele concluía o restante do caminho sozinho.

Entretanto, nos últimos dias, surgiu um empecilho chamado Vance, que com todos os retratos grudados nos postes e estampados nas caixas de leite, adotou um lado protetor que não conhecia muito bem.

— Nem fudendo, pode voltar! Você vem comigo, pirralho.

M/n sabia que protestar não adiantaria; seu irmão era capaz de apagá-lo e carregar seu corpo inconsciente até chegarem em casa. Finney não morava tão longe dali, regressar era tranquilo. Então, M/n se despediu do garoto com um longo abraço, pensando se encerrava o contato com um beijo na bochecha ou não.

— Tchau, Finn! – o menino em colapso disse sem freios, estalando rapidamente os lábios no lado esquerdo do rosto alheio e correndo rumo à versão alternativa da Cachinhos Dourados, que testemunhava toda a cena com um sorrisinho no canto da boca.

— Até… – Finney entrou em parafuso, tocando com os dedos a pele beijada. — amanhã…

Vance usaria uma identidade falsa para entrar na sessão com dois menores de idade. Concluída a parte complicada, deixaria Finney e M/n por ali. Quando o filme acabasse, bastaria que os garotos se misturassem na multidão ao saírem. Poderia dar errado?

De cabo a rabo.

Depois de pedir a identidade, a ruiva atrás do balcão passou a encarar Vance fixamente. Naquele momento, só se ouvia o barulho do chiclete que ela mascava.

— O que foi? – Vance perguntou, engolindo o "porra" que quase saiu no fim da frase.

E, logo atrás do embaraço, os orquestrantes aguardavam.

M/n sentia o nervosismo de Finney; ele estava inquieto, provavelmente pensando no pior. M/n queria segurar a mão dele, mas ambos estavam ocupados demais tentando manter o equilíbrio com a quantidade de besteiras que compraram.

— Eu tenho a genética boa. – Vance abriu um falso sorriso galanteador para a mulher, certeiro, ainda que zerado na sinceridade.

— Vai logo. – ela devolveu o 'documento', resmungando um "xispa" e gesticulando com os dedos.

M/n sorria tão largamente que as maçãs do rosto doíam. Finney estava desacreditado; tinha em mente os piores finais e, no fim, tudo deu certo.

Os dois trocavam risadinhas entre si enquanto Vance, liderando o caminho, sussurrava os piores xingamentos que poderiam sair da boca de um ser humano, jurando que nunca mais faria algo do tipo. Ele tinha absoluta certeza de que sentira a pressão abaixar quando a possibilidade de ser pego pintou a cabeça. Vance não queria ter outro papo com a polícia.

Uma boa grana por pouco não foi desperdiçada no tempo em que M/n e Finney desbravavam a fileira de seus acentos. Como era fim de semana, o cinema estava cheio. Era impossível chegar às poltronas em completa plenitude; no mínimo, uma cotovelada levaria. Seria honroso manter todos os grãos de milho dentro do balde naquele cenário caótico.

Vance colocou o capuz de seu moletom; tentaria ser discreto ao voltar.

Todo esse cuidado parecia um exagero, afinal, estava tarde, os funcionários trabalhavam no piloto automático àquele patamar da lua, com a cabeça já sentindo o macio do travesseiro.

Mas o loiro aprendera a não dar brechas após seu primeiro vacilo.

Vance deixou bem claro para M/n que, quando o filme acabasse, eles deveriam esperá-lo na praça em frente ao cinema e que, se não os encontrasse, daria uma surra tão forte nos dois que eles adquiririam a habilidade de girar a cabeça em 360 graus.

Não era verdade, mas o truque geralmente funcionava.

Geralmente.

— Se você ficar com medo, pode segurar na minha mão. – Finney havia proposto a M/n, sem ter noção do efeito que aquela frase, contida na doce campânula de sua voz, tinha sobre o garoto na poltrona ao lado. Caso estivesse ciente, faria o mesmo com mais intenções.

M/n sorriu acanhado, com as bochechas temperadas. Ele não sabia o que dizer, pois só tinha estudo nos tufões que gelavam o interior, oriundos do anseio que guiava os movimentos desequilibrados e majestosos das borboletas nascidas no intestino.

Felizmente, uma lagarta miudinha subiu prematura pela garganta e mandou o menino dizer: — Valeu. – a palavra automática, t��o baixinha, pingava rouquidão singela.

Mas Finney ouviu e retribuiu os lábios esticados, encantando de ponta a ponta, porque, enquanto os trailers passavam, o foco dele não era nenhum outro além de M/n.

Finney sentira o temporal mais cedo, ainda no caminho para o cinema; na calçada, enquanto falavam sobre o filme que estavam para ver, ele vomitava borboletas toda vez que os lábios se separavam.

Era confuso e diferente, mas especialmente recíproco.

Assim que o filme começou a rodar, a trilha imersiva dominou os ouvidos e a cena instigante capturou os olhos de todos ali.

Foi cômico quando Finney, na primeira transferência de tensão, agarrou a palma de M/n. A união se formou por impulso e se encerrou pela mesma razão. Finney, envergonhado, encarava o outro garoto.

E, juntando as palmas novamente, M/n acalmou o bater das asas. — Pode segurar minha mão também.

A noite se moldou no entrelaçar dos dedos, laço que só era rompido quando precisavam levar pipoca ou refrigerante à boca, coisa, inclusive, evitada pelos meninos.

Os corpos se rendiam ao elo crescente e era confortável demais só estar como estavam.

Aos poucos, o sentimento deixava de ser uma dúvida.

E, além da paixão faiscando, também era compartilhada a infeliz decisão de deixarem os baldes de pipoca no colo; os grãos estourados voavam para todas as direções com os constantes sobressaltos nas poltronas.

Tanto M/n quanto Finney não tinham o costume de consumir filmes de terror; toda a empolgação nasceu através das maravilhosas descrições que Robin fazia.

O resultado? Dois garotos impressionados e apavorados na quarta fileira em frente ao telão.

'A enigmática figura detentora da máscara pálida surgiu na traseira interna do carro, para o horror da babá na dianteira. A trilha sonora subiu quando Michael Myers rodeou o pescoço da pobrezinha com as próprias mãos.' O susto de M/n superou o da moça, e só não foi vaiado porque grande parte da sala gritou junto.

Finney já previa. Ele era mais rendido pelas cenas onde a tensão silenciosa se construía; ficava sem respirar nesses momentos.

Fora o lanterninha cegando os garotos, perguntando o que dois moleques desacompanhados estariam fazendo numa sessão como aquela e que, pelo nervosismo, Finney quase deu com a língua nos dentes, tudo ocorreu perfeitamente bem. O "tio" no banheiro foi o maneirismo usado.

Durante a subida dos créditos, as pessoas passaram a deixar a sala, comentando fervorosamente sobre o longa enquanto preenchiam o espaço rumo à saída.

M/n e Finney mesclaram-se no mar de gente. M/n pensava na fita vhs que compraria para rever o filme com Robin, e Finney procurava pelo impulso necessário para espremer a espinha do coração.

E ele encontrou.

Finney abraçou com força o surto repentino de coragem que lhe cutucou a costela, guiando M/n para dentro da redoma onde as borboletas poderiam eclodir.

Nenhum deles esperava que o primeiro beijo na boca fosse acontecer na cabine do banheiro de um shopping.

Foi mágico.

O contato inexperiente, o medo de ser pego, a inexplicável sensação de experimentar algo novo e o desejo de permanecer naquilo… eram o tato, o receio, a questão e a vontade que faziam daquele momento uma linda explosão.

M/n queria prolongar o desastre florido que chamava suas borboletas para voarem sobre ares com cheiros, então, naquela noite, trilhou o caminho mais longo.

Não esperaram por Vance.

Na calçada da casa de Finney, com os pares de mãos coladas, aquele que residia nas quatro paredes às quais dava as costas abria a boca para convidar sua lasca de peito a passar a noite, mas lembrou-se do pai fora de si, e a frase morreu antes de nascer.

M/n amenizou a própria jornada.

Apaziguou forçadamente e disse que ficaria bem.

O adeus veio no formato de um selinho.

Naquele instante, para M/n, o dia havia sido perfeito.

Mas não foi, e ele só saberia disso amanhã.

Se a cabecinha ingênua tivesse tido um vislumbre, naquelas vinte e quatro horas, ele teria abraçado o irmão uma última vez, beijado a testa de Robin até salvá-lo do resfriado e transformado aquele derradeiro selinho em Finney num beijo que seria renovado até o laranja tingir o céu, lapidando, assim, os milhares de segundos antes que tudo zerasse.

Talvez o garoto perdesse as boas memórias com o tempo.

Mas o sentimento era uma chama que flamejava até o fim.

Um sábado de 78 seria um dia eterno para M/n.

Porque no fim da rua, iluminado pela fraca e falha luz de um poste, ao lado de uma van preta, um homem pedia por ajuda.

Suas compras haviam caído no chão.

E M/n nunca mais foi visto depois de sábado.

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[starlicca]

Sometimes we just need to come back to 2022 and read rinney (Robin & Finney) fanficton

[rainnmaybank]

Safe once again

vance x reader (GN)

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warnings!!: mentions of bad parent relations, breakups

like most nights, this one was miserable. rain poured down drenching the aura around. y/n was wet down to the bones. small flows of lightning swam through the clouds lighting up the surrounding.

it seemed to be fight after fight, i didn’t matter if it was with their parents, friends or best friend. no matter where they went arguments sparked and burned them.

that night was worse then it ever had been, her mother spoke words she knew she didn’t truly mean. y/n never forgot words spoken out of anger.

the words rang through their head over, and over, and over again. “maybe you should leave, all you’re doing is annoying everyone”

in y/n’s mind that translated to we don’t like you, we don’t want you. like being kicked out by the only people you ever loved, heart wrenching pain snuck it’s way though their veins the farther they ran.

no particular place in mind, y/n just needed to get away from it all.

the storm rolled in quicker, wind picking up and thunder rumbling closer. the grab-n-go. of course that as the only place still open at this time of night.

y/n pushed on the door, ringing the bell over their head mixed with the howling noise of nature.

there was nothing they could do but wait for the storm to lessen. roaming around the store to seem busy, boys pushed and shoved each other around the infamous pin ball machine. she knew who was there.

y/n kept their head down, tear stained cheeks didn’t mix well with fluorescent lights.

eventually y/n had came face to face with the last aisle, the end showed the boys whom had been making all the noise.

y/n paced themselves walking down that row, not wanting to reach the end to quickly.

to say y/n was sad was an understatement. anxiety crept through their veins now, all that they had know just threw them away. deep sense of dread flooded their mind, heavy thoughts ran like a river. feeling how it felt to no longer have unconditional love, nobody ever realizing how damaging that really is.

every step brought them closer to the end, pace after pace. their mind never silenced. it spoke so loud they hadn’t noticed how close they’d gotten to the boys. stopping themselves before running into them.

y/n raised their head only to be faced with the one and only boy who’d ever broken their heart.

vance.

for a moment it was like the whole world had stopped, their mind stopped, the sounds muffled in her ears.

he was exactly what they needed, what they missed. even if both of them were chaotic, they brought unspeakable peace to mind.

like starting death in the face, beautiful calming death. their worst nightmare but only need. they didn’t dare to speak a word in fear their voice would fail them.

like stabbing in their heart, pain intensified over their body, they weighed heavy to the ground.

vance glared over feeling the presence of someone not in his little group, a smug look covered his face till he noticed it was y/n.

his hands stopped playing as his mind lost focus, friends behind him confused looked at eachother then over at y/n, reading the room they stepped away from the two.

vance stepped away from the pinball machine examining y/n’s face as he approached them.

“you’ve been crying” damn those fluorescent lights. y/n spoke lightly “no i haven’t, it was the rain” they waved their hand towards the window. “yeah right, i wasn’t born yesterday y/n, what happened?” his hand moved brushing stray hair from their face

the warmth floating off his body was enough to crack y/n, tears swelled within their eyes once again, parting their lips and taking a deep breath y/n went to speak

vance stepped closer rubbing his thumb over their cheek, his voice was gentle in a way you hadn’t heard in a some time “tell me what happened” y/n slightly leaned into his hand as they began to speak.

“my mom…” was all they got out before the water works hit, that was all vance needed to hear pulling them into a tight hug.

vance waves bye to his friends as he took y/n out helping them into the passenger seat of his truck.

knowing the last place y/n would want to go was home, he took them to his place. his parents weren’t home.

y/n glazed outside watching rain drops racing down the window, the lightning light up their small town in ways it never had before.

stormy nights are just like stormy thoughts.

vance had brought them inside, handing them clean dry clothes and starting the shower, y/n was chilled to the bone from the cold drops of the sky.

he waited for them outside the door, sat against the wall thinking to himself.

the bathroom door creaked open to reveal a much warmer looking y/n, his heart skipped beats at the sight of them in his clothes once again.

pushing himself from the floor his body moved faster then his thoughts as he embraced them.

y/n had no fight left within, falling into his arms.

a safe place that never seems to run out of safety.

that’s what he was for them.

vance took them back to his room, “get comfy i’ll be right back” y/n nodded, exhaustion filled every inch of their body, back clashing into the mattress their eyes laid heavy.

it wasn’t long before vance had returned handing them a glass of water and a plate with their favourite cookies on it.

y/n smiled sleepily accepting his offer

they spoke few words as they shared cookies, warmth finally wrapped around the pair as y/n’s eyes closed small hums coming from their lips, vance smiled to himself taking the glass from their hands placing it on the nightstand.

he turned off the lamp beside him, wrapped his arms around y/n he sighed holding their body to his own.

vance was at peace once again.

y/n was safe in her mind.

[regulusmoonbeam]

incase u didnt know im a The Black Phone fan (i literally named myself after one of the characters😭) AND THE FICS GIVE ME HIVES BRO

im SUCHHH a time travel fix it fan

but in this fandom is makes me... how do u sayy... wanna kms

Make The Most Of Your Life (While It Is Rife) FUCKING KILLS ME

IM GONNA VOMIT

FINNEY BLAKE IS A CRAZY ASS SWEETHEART

[starlightshadowsworld]

So I’m going to stop posting chapters on here. Instead I’ll post with a link to the new chapter along with a little preview. Think that’ll work out better.

In case any links don’t work my AO3 is Sparkyiceblaze. I currently have 3 fics I’m working on as of 26/09/2024.

The Fallen King (where chapter 7 is now up) which is a Bsd Beast fic where in the end of Beast, Beast Atsushi becomes the next Port Mafia Boss.

The New Hopper which is a Stranger things X The Black Phone fic where the boys survived and Finney was sent to his live with his aunt and uncle, taking the new name of Steve Harrington.

And well the cat’s out of the bag when Jim Hopper’s nephew, Vance Hopper comes over to visit and the two reunite.

And the newest addition, Tangled Up In Moonlight which is a Bsd Dazatsu fic. Where in which Atsushi was taken in by the Old Boss of the Port Mafia, raised as his son until paranoia led the Old Boss to locking him up down below.

Dazai is chasing a rumour about a beast beneath the building and goes investigating. He finds the beast alright and gets way more then he bargained for.

But hey, he’s not complaining at all.

So yeah if any spark your fancy please give em a read. There’s other fics on there, mostly bsd one shots but yeah.

[hallowseve1031]

how do people deal with backlash about an edit you post on tik tok? like I posted a rinney edit and people are commenting under saying things like “why do you have to make them gay” or “bro wtf they’re just friends”. it’s not like i’m shipping the actors and i’m not even the only one shipping rinney so why are people jumping at my throat for a simple edit I posted that’s not even that good? I don’t get it.

[finnsfunworld]

me when people just put characters middle names as their actors first names: BORINGGGG!!! MAKE STUFF UP LIKE THE REST OF US!!!!

[aanhedoniaaa]

Hi , I wanted to ask if you could do TBP boys relationship / bonds with each one hcs ( U know , Finney with Griffin , Billy with Vance , it might be long or too much but hope you write it whenever you can )

Glad to see you're having fun outside Tumblr <)

thank you!! anons are so nice (sometimes)

TBP BOYS INDIVIDUAL FRIENDSHIP HCS

1. Finney and Robin

as we all know, they are friends in the movie

so of course i think they’d spend a decent amount of time together.

besides the kidnapping stuff, if the black phone was just your typical 70s slice of life movie, i think i’d love it.

they most likely do the niche things you’d expect middle school boys to do when they hang out. (not nowadays but whatever)

since finney isn’t allowed to watch rated r / horror movies, i think robin would take finn to see one atleast ONCE in their friendship.

they also most likely just have deep and long conversations about their home lives whenever they hang

finney insists on sleepovers, robin is always down as long as it’s at finn’s house (they always end up going to robins house)

robin definitely has and will beat up bullies for finn.

they also have phones in this era, so they have alot of phone conversations, they probably spend hours just sitting and talking to eachother whenever they don’t have to worry about school.

they’re just so iconic together. they don’t fight, if they have disagreements they’re stupid ones, and they’re just bffs for life

2. Bruce and Vance

polar opposites.

in this case, it’s a good thing.

bruce is sweet, he’s nice towards EVERYBODY. even the meanies like vance.

vance fights, he’s loud when he wants to be, he’s a rebellious teenager. (bruce probably got straight A’s)

and vance knows that bruce is just an outgoing and kind dude, which is what he HATES about him.

“why the hell are you so nice to everyone, shitheads don’t fucking deserve it” - (idk take this as you want, i just know vance has said this to bruce before)

vance was shocked when bruce randomly asked him if he wanted to hang out sometime (he thought he was gay) [ reminder it’s the 70s ]

but they have a semi-decent relationship (friends, platonic, blah blah blah)

he grows to be comfortable with bruce and how he is.

so eventually bruce gets to see the softer side of vance.

not always cursing, voice not constantly at volume 350, just Vance Hopper being himself.

i’d like to think Vance is very introverted, he’s rude to people who try to engage with him because he has trust issues and doesn’t want to get hurt (in the sense that i think he’s just like me)

3. Billy and Griffin

they’re so cute

they definitely go to the same school, live in the same neighborhood and spend the majority of their time together

AGHHH IM FANGIRLING

their moms are probably friends i can feel it

they’re probably childhood friends that are gonna grow up to be like brothers to eachother

griffin probably gets into accidents a lot AND I JUST KNOW BILLY KEEPS A FIRST AID ON HIM

they probably take bike rides together in the mornings and afternoons, just talking or laughing together

i’d just imagine they’re completely wholesome

[sourlemonsz]

HARDEST LINE OF 2023????

[theyluvlyss]

𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞...??

I feel like it's pretty quiet, especially in the fanfic department (and really especially in the "x reader" department😭).

ik my inbox is backed up to all hell, but I'd figured I'd make it known I take requests for tbp and actively wanna write for them so badly rn lmfao💀. like, I have so many little thoughts and ideas - even after all this time - so I'm sure y'all do, too, right😭? (also, ain't there gonna be a second one?? idk idk-)...

I write for finney, robin, bruce, vance, and billy (I guess I could write for griffin? but only in like a sibling and/or platonic way😭) but yeah :D!

anyways um give me requests plz bye👋🏽!

(I also make profile pics, collages, sometimes edits idk and ya lol).

[starboardharpy]

I have my hands clasped together in prayer, dude @bilan-igg

I am currently imagining them happy for my own sanity CJGSCJGW

[starrieslove]

fanfics?

If I write them will yall read them🧍‍♀️

I could write for:

The Black Phone

Finney Blake

robin Arellano

Vance hopper

Miss Perigrines Home for Peculiar Children

Enoch O’Connor

Millard Nullings

Emma Bloom

Fiona I cannot remember her last name 😭

Jacob Portman

Abe Portman 😐 (listen that drawing was kinda.. but I think the stories could be so cool.)

Hugh Apiston

The outsiders

Ponyboy Curtis

Dallas Winston

johnny Cade

It 2017

Henry Bowers (I’m so sorry but I do think I could change him (I swear I don’t condone him.(he’s so different in my head)

I’ll only write for characters I understand/actually like because I’m scared to put something bad out but lmk😜🫶

obvi nothing weird but I’ll definitely write🌝

[envythemouse]

Jim Hopper and Terrence Blake similarities

I've seen quite a few "Steve Harrington is Finney Blake" fics on ao3 so far but I just realized that Jim Hopper could definitely be triggering to Steve if he was also Finney?

Do you remember that scene where Hopper walks angrily towards Eleven's room while shouting because the door isn't open three inches (thinking she was with Mike while it was actually Max)?

It just made me think of the scene in Blackphone where Terrence gets angry at Finney's sister. You know the scene.

I'm not calling Hopper a child abuser, but:

Both Hopper and Terrence raise their voices a lot.

Both Hopper and Terrence got addicted to alcohol after losing a family member.

I imagine Hopper would also remind Steve of his father when it comes to looks. Bigger, dark haired men with a moustache.

I feel like Steve wouldn't be comfortable around Hopper and I would love to see a "Steve Harrington is Finney Blake" fic where their similarities/these triggers are acknowledged.

Personally, I was never a big fan of Hopper myself... too brutish and loud for my liking. Again, not calling him an abuser, but he definitely has potential...

[eatabubble]

Scaredy cat

Reader x Finney Blake

Summary: Finney has a little crush on you and has for awhile but doesn’t want to ask you out because he’s nervous. However Gwen calls it something else, making him want to do something about it.

Disclaimer ?: overuse of words like ‘finally’ and ‘so’ and maybe too many commas x . x

A/n It’s been a long time since I’ve written on here but I was bored so here we are. Pretty sure the fandom is mildly dead but idk sorry y’all. I hope you like it and I do take requests, if anyone wants those, I’ll try my best. This isn’t written well I know so I’m sorry but hopefully you give it a chance 🙏🏽

Word count: 723 (pretty sure)

Gwen knew almost immediately. Her brother couldn’t even look your way without a rosy pink dusting over his features. In fact, according to her anyone who couldn’t see his interest in you, must be blind. So, as any nice sister would do (according to her, again) she decides it’s a good idea to push and tease her brother until he finally asks you out.

—

During lunch, Gwen again catches Finney dozing off in your direction, she finds an opportunity.

“Finneyyyy” as she drags out his name he suddenly turns back to his food tray and with a monotone voice says “no” “I’m not going to ask her out” and Gwen suddenly turns to look at him pleadingly. “Oh come on Finney, you know you want to!” Finney rolls his eyes “plus, you know she might feel the same way about you, I’ve caught her looking at you a couple times, she’s also really nice to you, surely that means something” she adds.

“No, that barely says anything about how she feels about me, and if I do have a chance I don’t want to weird her out like that” Finney knows you most likely, wouldn’t ever find anyone weird, but like most, his insecurities blur his confidence in walking up to you. In doubt that you’ll end up finding him weird.

Finally, Gwen gives up, bored with the same lame excuse, but not without a final push. “Fine, you little scaredy cat” she goes back to finish drinking her small carton of orange juice and forgets the conversation.

However, for Finney he seems to have mixed feelings about what his sister called him. Obviously it’s normal behavior from his sister towards him but he starts to wonder that if anything his sister said was true, and you do like him somehow and your just waiting for him to make a move, would you also consider him a “scaredy cat.” So, he wonders and wonders, then finally comes up with a conclusion/ solution.

——

It’s the last bell of the day and Finney has worked to push away his doubts during his last classes, then finally by telling himself to stop being scared he’s all in with his plan.

Finney finds you rather quick waiting for your bus and he approaches you finding the opportunity to ask what he’s been anticipating and anxious about.

You quickly catch him walking up to you from the corner of your eye and turn to face him as he gets closer, and with a small smile and wave, you greet him.

“Finney, Hi!”

He returns and kindly accepts your greeting with his own shy one “Hey”

And so he figures he didn’t really come up with a plan to do this so you two are just standing there for a good few seconds. He realizes he’s backing down, but you start small talk and he appreciates it, as it gives him some time to recollect himself enough to finally ask you out.

“Do you wanna hangout some time?” And as casual and upfront as he said it, he felt like he was about to die. He didn’t lead up to the question and instead just interrupted you in the middle of your sentence.

Taken aback you take some time to fully comprehend what he just asked, and of course Finney takes it as a bad thing and instantly wants to leave to spare him the embarrassment of your rejection. You finally register what he asked you and you feel like your about to explode. You never made it super obvious but you did like Finney and have for about a little over a year. So you obviously say “Really? Ok! Yes, I’d like to hangout” and you also quickly add “When, Where, what time?”

Finney is shocked and surprised, he didn’t expect such a positive outcome, and he doesn’t really have all the answers but he knows they’ll come soon and so he just gives you his house phone number and asks if you can call him later, that way you guys can decide on a solid answer together.

——

Gwen peeps from the side of a pillar she was hiding behind and although she can’t hear anything she knows what’s going on as she sees everything play out.

And just like that, Gwen’s match making works like a charm.