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inmyglenpowellera · 5 months ago

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Okay hear me out…

Walt Finnegan x ex!reader, who dated the first year of college, but broke up because he was a dick to her.

He sees her at the club or maybe at one of the parties at the house, and realizes that he still loves her.

Flangst with a happy ending maybe? I just want to be his college love interest and would love to live vicariously through this fic 😆

Hope you’re having a great day love!

(Just Like) Starting Over | Walt "Finn" Finnegan x Female!reader

Request: Requested by anon

Word Count: 7510

Summary: Reader and Finn met during their Freshman year of college and started dating. Things were going well until they weren't. Some things were said, other things were thrown. Long story short, they broke up. But maybe it was something that was meant to be?

Warnings: Alcohol use, drug use, cursing, angst, fluff, Finn being the handsome devil he is, violence?

A/N: I'm somehow on a roll right now. This was started a while ago and never finished. But @msmoony7 commented how there is very little Finn appreciation on here and I knew I had to finish this. Hope everybody likes it because I also agree that Finn is one of Glen's most underappreciated characters.

Registration Day. It is one of the most frustrating and anxiety-ridden days a college student will ever experience.

They always have the same questions. What am I going to major in? Do I want a minor? What classes do I need to take? Can I register for the classes I need before they fill up?

For some, namely the freshmen, the anxiety and stress were through the roof. Which is why they could always use a little guidance. (Y/N) loved registration day since her second semester of freshman year of college. Ever since she joined her sorority and joined some of the other girls in volunteering to assist freshmen with choosing their majors and classes, the good thing about the situation is she can also hand out flyers encouraging freshman girls to rush with her sorority.

She enjoyed handing out flyers and answering any questions the girls might have. However, what she didn’t enjoy was cocky freshman boys hitting on her just because she had a beating heart.

“Hey, baby! I wouldn’t mind having those legs of yours around my neck,” one called out to her as he walked past her and a freshman girl she was talking to.

“Yeah, how about my hands instead,” I shouted back at him, crumbling one of the fliers to throw at his head as the girl standing next to me scoffed in disgust.

“Woah, easy dollface,” A voice I knew all too well said from behind me, causing me to slowly turn my glare toward him.

“Finnegan,” I stated simply.

I watched his smirk widen across his stupid mustache-clad face, his hands shoved into his blue jean pockets.

With a bright smile, I looked back at the girl next to me and handed her another flier. “Please consider rushing with us and bring some friends too. Oh, and a word of advice…” I trailed off, causing her to nod in acknowledgment. “Stay away from the baseball team,” I told her, turning my glare back towards Finn.

The girl looked between us before rushing off to the rest of the registration festivities.

“Well now you just hurt my feelings,” He said sarcastically, placing a hand over his heart and frowning.

“Aw,” I said in a mockingly sad tone, placing an exaggerated pout on my face.

Finn’s smirk returned to his face as he continued staring at me, looking me up and down, pausing on my lips and my breasts. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest.

“What do you want, Finn,” I interrogated the baseball player.

“You look good,” he said simply, a smile growing on his face.

I rolled my eyes and went to step past him, but he only stepped back in my path. “Seriously, what do you want? Because last I recall, I said fuck you, called you a disrespectful misogynistic asshole, and told you to not ever speak to me again.”

“Did you, I don't recall this conversation,” Finn said in confusion.

I scoffed and shook my head in disbelief. “Really? You don't recall me saying that to you and dumping your ass?”

“No, I don't. Are you sure? When was that,” he asked me curiously.

“Freshman year, right before Christmas, at my sorority's Christmas party that you and your dumb fuck baseball friends almost ruined,” I sneered at him.

“Well, that’s why. It was freshman year. And I was probably drunk off my ass,” Finn recovered with an excuse, placing a smirk back on his face.

“Because that makes it better,” I said sarcastically, going to walk around him once again.

Finn grabbed my arm and pulled me back in front of him. “Look, I’m sorry I was an asshole, but I’ve changed.”

“Oh, yeah, trust me I’ve heard, Mr. Feminist. You think the girls on this campus don’t talk,” I scoffed at him in disbelief. “And I’ll believe you’ve changed and you’re sorry when you can tell me why I dumped your ass.” Finn remained silent and stared at me regretfully, causing me to nod at him with despair. “That’s what I thought,” I said simply before successfully walking past him to my sorority's booth.

Meanwhile, Finn’s friends Dale, Jake, and Plum were all witnessing the exchange between the two from a distance.

“So, what’s the story there,” Jake asked Dale curiously.

“With (Y/N) and Finn,” Dale clarified, causing Jake to nod in confirmation. “Their situation is…complicated.”

“What the fuck does that mean,” Plum questioned the older baseball player.

“Finn and (Y/N) dated freshman year. Nobody knows a whole lot about what happened between them. They met on Registration Day and dated until around Christmas. They got into a huge fight that ended in (Y/N) dumping Finn. Poor guy never got over her and hasn’t been the same since,” Dale explained to the two freshmen, watching as (Y/N) walked away from their friend.

“Fuck,” Jake said simply, feeling sorry for the older baseball player who was walking back towards them.

“You okay, Finn,” Dale asked his friend, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m great. Why wouldn’t I be,” Finn asked his friends happily, acting as though nothing happened at all.

THE NEXT DAY

I walked into the community area of the sorority house to see some of the girls giggling and jumping around excitedly. I shook my head at their energy and moved up the stairs to my room when one of them spoke up.

“Hey, (Y/N). Some of us girls got invited to a house party tonight at one of the houses on 15th and Avenue H. They told us to bring all the girls. You want to come,” Claire asked me excitedly.

“I don’t know, guys,” I shrugged.

“Come on, you have to go. There’s going to be so many cute guys there, and you hardly go out with us,” Sarah added.

“I-,” I started, shaking my head.

All of the girls began speaking up with various exclamations of “Come on” and “Please” echoing around me. I sighed and looked between all of the girls in front of me before nodding. They all let out squeals of excitement and began pushing me upstairs so all of us could get ready together.

I looked up at the house in front of me in disgust before looking around at all of the people outside and going inside the house.

“The school is allowing students to live in this shit hole,” I questioned in disbelief.

“It could be worse,” Claire pointed out before approaching the front door.

I sighed and followed after her, along with the rest of the girls. I walked in the front door and immediately jumped into Claire when someone came sliding down the stairs on a mattress.

“Jesus Christ,” I sighed when I saw a baseball helmet on the male's head, and that the male was Nes.

“Welcome to the baseball house, ladies,” The guy said with a cigarette between his lips.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I scoffed in disbelief.

He looked over at me and furrowed his brows. “Do I know you? You look familiar?”

“Uh, no I don’t think-,” I started, only to get interrupted by Claire and Sarah.

“Hey, um, can you tell me where to find Roper,” Claire asked the guy curiously.

“And McReynolds,” Sarah added quickly.

I rolled my eyes and began to split off from the group of girls, listening to Nes tell the girls where the two baseball players were before looking at the rest of the girls and introducing himself. I made it about 10 more feet before some creep with glasses stopped me and asked me if I wanted to know why they called him Raw Dog. I scrunched my face in disgust and thanked the lord above when I saw Dale walking up to the two of us.

“Niles, leave the girl alone. Trust me when I say that you don't want to fuck with this girl. You'll be dealing with Finnegan if you do,” Dale warned the creep.

“Fuck that shit man. He fucks with me, he won't get fucked with back, he'll get fucking killed,” the Niles guy argued.

“Uh huh, say that to his face,” Dale told him before wrapping his arm around me and leading me away.

“Well he seems a little…,” I trailed off unsure.

“Yeah,” Dale nodded simply.

“Well, thank you for that, Dale. It was much appreciated,” I said gratefully with a smile.

“It's no problem. Nothing ever happened between us so there's no reason we can't be friends,” He reassured me, causing me to nod in agreement. “But I am shocked that you're here of all places considering…”

I scoffed at him in amusement before nodding. “Yeah, trust me, if I knew this was a baseball party I would not have come within 100 feet of this place. Some of my sisters were invited by McReynolds and Roper and talked me into tagging along.”

Dale nodded in understanding before pointing towards the back of the house. “Well, hey, how about we get you a drink so you can start having fun and enjoying yourself? I can introduce you to some of the others.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said in agreement, following him out to the house's backyard.

Dale led me out the back door and towards the drinks before gaining the attention of everybody standing around the beer keg.

“Guys, this is…,” Dale started, only to get interrupted by Coma.

“Well, well, well. If it ain’t Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Coma said with a smile, his southern accent peeking through.

“Hey, Coma,” I said with a slight giggle, stepping forward to hug him.

“(Y/N), these are the freshmen: Plum, Brumley, and Jake. This is another one of the transfers: Willoughby.”

“Hi, nice to meet you guys,” I said with a smile, reaching forward to shake their hands.

“So, how do you know Dale and Coma,” Brumley asked me curiously, causing me to pause and look over at the two guys.

“Um…,” I trailed off. “It’s complicated.”

I watched Plum lean over to his fellow freshman and whisper something to him. I heard him let out a quiet “fuck” before Plum smacked the back of his head and call him a “fucking idiot.”

“So…,” I trailed off with a tight smile. “Even the freshmen know. Great,” I said sarcastically looking over at the two upperclassmen.

Dale and Coma looked at each other before Coma stepped closer to me. “How about a drink, darlin’.”

I nodded at him and followed him to the punch with Willoughby in tow as I listened to Dale lecture the freshman.

“It’s been a while, (Y/N). How’ve you been,” Coma asked me curiously as he filled my cup for me.

“Oh, um, you know just worrying about school. And when I’m not worrying about school I have something going on with my sorority. Planning parties and fundraisers and such,” I shrugged up at the baseball player, taking a sip of my drink after he handed it to me. “Shit, this is good. I might have to recruit you guys for drinks at our next party.”

“I’m sure we can make that happen, darlin’. Just say the word and the guys and I will give you the best Coon Dog punch you’ve ever tasted,” Coma told me, wrapping his arm around me.

I laughed at him in amusement before looking up at Willoughby. “So, Willoughby, why don’t you tell me about yourself.”

“Oh, I’m from California. Coach brought me in to pitch,” He explained to me while pulling a joint out of his pocket.

“Oh, that’s cool,” I told him, watching him bring the joint to his lips and light it.

“Yeah. Hey, you get high,” He asked me curiously.

I widened my eyes and looked between him and the joint before shaking my head. “Oh, no. I did that once with an ex and had a horrible experience.”

“I didn’t know that you and Finn-,” Coma started, causing me to cut him off.

“Not Finn.”

Coma nodded at me in understanding before leading me back towards the guys. It was just me standing in a circle with all of the guys, minus Willoughby who decided to go smoke his joint in his room. They all began telling stories: Dale and Coma about what I have missed in the last few years; Plum, Brumley, and Jake about the past few days. I laughed harder than I have since freshman year when I spent time with the baseball team. I was bent over laughing and had my hand resting on Jake’s arm for support when someone abruptly walked over to our small group.

“Jake,” The voice called out with a slightly aggressive tone, causing all of us to jump slightly and turn in the voice's direction. I rolled my eyes at the sight of Finn and sighed as Plum and Brumley made a run for it, Coma and Dale sticking around just in case a fight broke out. “What uh- what the fuck is going on over here?”

Being a few drinks deep already, I wrapped my arm around Jake’s waist and smirked at Finn. “The guys were just entertaining me with some stories.”

“Yeah, we were. And that’s all that was happening,” Jake reassured Finn, unwrapping my arms from around him and placing them down by my sides.

Jake then made a break for it as well and left me behind with Finn, Coma, and Dale. I rolled my eyes at him and muttered “pussy” under my breath before looking back at Finn. He stared at me with his arms crossed over his chest, causing me to roll my eyes.

“What, Finnegan? Why are you staring at me,” I questioned him in annoyance.

“I don’t know. Why are you flirting with my teammates? Trying to make me jealous,” He asked me with a smirk.

“I will answer that as soon as you tell me where the fuck your sleeves went,” I said with a giggle, gesturing to his arms that weren’t covered by his flannel.

“Why? Last I recall you liked my arms,” He said with a smile instead of a smirk at the sound of my giggle.

I rolled my eyes again before looking at him. “I am not nearly drunk enough to deal with your ass,” I told him before walking away to refill my drink.

I was wandering around the bottom floor of the house trying to find somebody I knew when I found the last person I wanted to in the kitchen flirting with a couple of girls. I stood behind him unimpressed as I watched him sprinkle some nuts over some kind of peach dessert he had sitting on the counter.

“It’s not about the ingredients, it’s about the way the ingredients make you feel. The experience,” He trailed off before dipping his finger in the whipped cream bucket. “That’s why I say, “Indulge in temptation.”

I shook my head at him and looked to my right when I heard Brumley's voice. I looked back over at Brum and snapped my fingers to get his attention. He walked over to me and I pointed him over to Finn with a smirk, causing one to take over his face as well as Finn turned away from the two girls with his finger held out and said he wasn’t watching. I struggled to hold in my laugh as Brumley walked over and sucked the whipped cream off of Finn’s finger. Finn immediately turned around and landed a punch on Brumley’s arm as I let my laughter out.

“Are you serious,” He questioned him aggressively as Brumley released noises of pain.

I held my stomach as my laughter increased. Finn landed another punch to Brumley’s arm before reaching back for one of his peach desserts and throwing it at the freshman. The two girls standing before him released a couple of laughs as well before walking away from Finn.

“That was the best shit I’ve seen in a while,” I said through my laughter, causing Finn to look over at me. I watched him roll his eyes and a slight pout came over his face, causing me to make an exaggerated pout back. “Aw, did we ruin your rap?”

“You know what-,” Finn started, but I cut him off.

“What,” I asked him with raised eyebrows, moving to stand directly before him. Finn stared down at me, the smooth-talking man for once speechless, keeping his mouth shut. “Tell me what I should know Finn,” I whispered to him, looking up at him innocently through my lashes.

“You’re not playing very fair,” Finn whispered back to me.

“Hm,” I hummed, looking over at his desserts. I brought my hand up and swiped my finger in the whipped cream before looking up at Finn. “Who said I was playing,” I asked him sweetly before bringing my finger to my mouth, sucking the whipped cream off as I maintained eye contact with the baseball player.

“You know, for someone who doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore, you sure have no problem with ruining my chances of a hookup,” He whispered to me as he leaned down closer to me.

I released a breathless laugh and took another sip of my liquid courage before speaking. “You ruin my night, I ruin yours.”

“So that’s the game we’re playing,” He asked me with raised brows.

“I didn’t realize there was a game,” I shrugged at him.

Finn moved to corner me against the counter, causing me to stare up at him as he placed his hands on both sides of me on the counter, thumbs hooking into the belt loops on the back of my shorts. Jake leaned down towards my ear and released a husky whisper.

“There was always a game with us,” He said in my ear.

As soon as the words left his lips I scoffed and pushed him away from me, the moment between us now ruined just like when we were dating. “No, Finn, there was always a game with you.” Finn looked at me in shock at my sudden mood change, causing me to roll my eyes. “I need some air.”

I released a deep breath as I tried to breathe through the rising emotions. The reminder of what happened that night and the resurfacing of memories I have long since pushed away caused me to hide in the corner on the roof so I could be alone. Tears began to form in the corner of my eyes as I worked through what happened.

FRESHMAN YEAR, (Y/S)’S CHRISTMAS PARTY

Claire and Sarah stood outside their fellow sister’s room as they listened to her fight with her boyfriend of 4 months, wondering if telling her about what her boyfriend's friends were doing downstairs was necessary.

“Maybe we should just handle it ourselves,” Claire offered up.

“We can, but that doesn’t change the fact that once whatever is going on in there is over, (Y/N) is going to need us,” Sarah argued with her.

Meanwhile, in (Y/N) bedroom, she and Finn were having an extremely heated argument that was getting worse by the minute.

“I can’t believe you would embarrass me like that, Finn. You know how important this party was for me and that it was important that I looked good in front of the other girls. Then you bring your fucking dumbass teammates with you and fucking flirt with one of my sisters,” (Y/N) shouted at the blonde baseball player, gesturing with her hands toward the bedroom door.

“You’re overreacting, (Y/N). It wasn’t like that,” Finn argued with her, his hands on his hips as he tried to remain calm in the face of her wrath.

“Then what was it, Finn? Tell me what it was that I witnessed downstairs. Tell me the excuse you have for having one of my sorority sisters straddling you and close to having her tongue down your throat,” She yelled at him, throwing her hands around in anger.

“She came onto me,” He yelled back, pointing from the door then back at himself.

(Y/N) paused, her face contorting from anger to utter disbelief. “Oh, don’t give me that fucking bullshit, Finn. You're not the victim here. You never are. This is not the first time I have seen you do this to me. Why do you think I refuse to go to Sound Machine anymore? You go there and you hit on other girls and dance with them and you act like I don’t even fucking exist or like I'm not supposed to care that my boyfriend is fine with flirting with other girls.”

Finn remained quiet and stared at (Y/N), causing her to continue.

“What is it, Finn? What do they have that I don’t? What keeps making you run to every other girl but me,” She interrogated.

“Well, for starters they put out,” He snapped, anger blazing in his eyes.

(Y/N) took a step back at the look in his eyes before she narrowed her own at the baseball player and felt the anger she was feeling increase tenfold. “That’s what this is about? That I won’t let you stick your average-sized dick anywhere you want?”

“No, it's about the fact that you won't even let me touch you. I lay a single finger on you or make any sort of move to take this to the next level, you pull away,” He yelled at her, throwing his arms around in his exasperation.

“That’s not true,” she argued with him.

“Yes, it is, (Y/N). Don’t even bother trying to deny it. I touch your tits and suddenly you have to study for a big exam. I kiss your neck and then you have this book you want to tell me about. You always change directions every time,” He yelled.

“Did you ever think that maybe I’m not ready for something like that? Or that, I don’t know, I don’t trust you enough to take that next step in our relationship,” she snapped at him.

Finn went quiet after, staring at (Y/N) before speaking in a sarcastic tone and throwing his hands up in the air. “And there it is.”

(Y/N) remained quiet, staring at Finn with tears building up in her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself.

“You’re scared and you don’t want to admit it to yourself so you’re taking it out on me,” He added.

“I am not scared and don’t you dare try and turn this around on me,” she yelled at him.

“Yes, you are scared, (Y/N). You’re scared and instead of sitting down with me and talking it through you push me away and get mad at me for looking somewhere else for attention,” He yelled with a shrug.

“No, I don’t, Finn. Okay? I love you, but you never give me any indication that you love me,” She yelled, tears beginning to stream down her face.

“What do you want me to do, stand in the middle of the quad and declare my undying love for you,” He shouted, his face turning red in frustration.

“No,” (Y/N) yelled back.

“Then what do you want from me,” He snapped.

“I want you to say it! You never say it, Finn! And when we’re in public it’s like you’re a completely different person! You’re not affectionate, you don’t hold my hand, you don’t hug me or put your arm around me,” She sobbed. “I tell you I love you all the time and you never respond. Do you know how embarrassing that is when I say it in front of your teammates or my sisters and you just give me a “Yep” in response?”

“I do love you,” He shrugged at her.

“Then prove it to me,” She requested.

Finn went silent again and stared at (Y/N) for a moment before shaking his head at her.

“You know what, I don’t have time for this. I don’t have time for the constant back and forth, and I don’t have time for you,” Finn said with finality, beginning to walk towards the bedroom door.

“Finn, you don’t mean that,” She yelled after him.

“Yes, (Y/N), I do,” He said, standing by the door.

“Finn, if you walk out that door-,” (Y/N) started, trying to stop him.

“What, (Y/N)? What will happen,” He asked sarcastically, turning to look at her.

She stayed silent, tear streaks covering her face, mascara running under her eyes.

“Exactly. I’m going to go downstairs, and I’m going to enjoy the rest of the party with my teammates. Who knows, maybe I still got a chance with that sister you found me with. She seemed like a good time, and seemed like she would do anything I asked her to,” Finn shrugged at her.

All (Y/N) could see was red at his words, tears building up once again at his careless attitude. The only thing she could think to do was grab the first thing she could get her hands on.

“I can go and tell Mel to handle it,” Claire offered again, referencing the rowdy baseball players downstairs.

Sarah opened her mouth to deny her but stopped when she heard her sorority sister yell at her boyfriend and what sounded like something being thrown against the wall. The door opened right after and said guy stepped out into the hallway, their sister's harsh words spilling out of the door behind him.

“Fuck you, Finn. You’re nothing but a selfish, disrespectful, misogynistic asshole. I never want to see or speak to you again. We’re through, get the fuck out.”

“Fine by me, sweetheart,” He yelled back at her.

Finn slammed the door behind him and turned around to see the two girls standing in front of him. He was breathing heavily from the battle he just suffered through in (Y/N)’s bedroom, and the young girl's sobs could be heard through the bedroom door. The two girls both looked to the side awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with him as he looked between the two of them. All he could bring himself to do was take a deep breath and try to fight off the tears that were building up in his own eyes. He released his breath in the form of a sigh before stepping past the two girls and walking down the stairs, gathering his teammates and forcing them out the door of the sorority house.

Meanwhile, back in (Y/N)’s room, said girl was sitting on the floor leaning against her bed sobbing at the loss of her boyfriend. He wasn’t her first love, but he was the first guy she loved with all of her heart and soul. She allowed herself to wallow in her sorrows for a moment before standing up and walking over to her vanity. She frantically wiped at her face, taking deep breaths in an attempt to quell her sobs, and looked in the mirror. She continued taking deep breaths before standing from her vanity and walking over to her bedroom door, ready to make the best of the rest of the night and rejoin the party. However, she stopped in her tracks at the door and looked down at the now-broken object she had thrown at Finn. Her tears built up in her eyes once again and she dropped down to her knees when she noticed she threw her picture of the two of them. She gripped the frame in her hands and shakily picked it up from the floor taking in the two smiling faces, her arms wrapped around his arm as he just looked somewhere else, most likely at one of his teammates. Her smile was small, her head resting on his shoulder as she looked up at Finn with adoration. She began to sob again as she carefully took the picture out of the frame, staring down at it as her door opened up. She looked up to see Claire and Sarah staring down at her, the two girls frowning at her in pity as she sobbed harder, dropping the frame and picture on the floor. The two girls stepped into the room and closed the door behind them, being careful of the glass on the floor as they both knelt beside their sister, wrapping their arms around her.

1980, BASEBALL HOUSE PARTY

I took a deep breath in as a few tears slipped from my eyes. Releasing a slow breath as I wiped them from my face. I took a few more deep breaths and stayed huddled up in my corner when I heard other people coming out on the roof with me. I looked around the corner to see Finn and Willoughby climbing out and holding golf clubs in their hand.

“God damn it,” I sighed in frustration, hitting the back of my head against the side of the house.

I heard footsteps begin making their way towards where I was sitting and leaned my head back against the side of the house. Looking up and to the left at the person next to me.

“Finnegan,” I greeted, bringing my cup up and taking a gulp of my drink.

“What are you doing out here, sweetheart,” He asked me with a smirk.

“Avoiding you. But apparently, I can’t even come outside to do that,” I said honestly, giving him a sarcastic smile.

Finn scoffed and shook his head at me. “You couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”

I rolled my eyes and looked back down at my lap, swirling the liquid inside my cup as entertainment before I drained the rest of it. I carelessly tossed the cup onto the roof before attempting to stand from my seated position, almost falling over in the process and falling off the roof, causing Finn to quickly grab me and support me.

“Careful, (Y/N). We don’t need the police called to our house before the school year even starts,” Finn warned me.

“I’m fine,” I slurred out, leaning against him.

“Mhm, I’m sure. Look how about you come over here and sit with Willoughby and me, watch us hit some beer cans off the roof, and I’ll have Coma get you some water,” He offered up, helping me walk over and setting me down on the recliner that somebody brought out on the roof.

“Ooh, water sounds good right now,” I moaned out, sitting down in the chair and relaxing.

“I bet it does. Coma, care to get our guest some water,” Finn called out to the baseball player.

“For (Y/N) I’ll do just about anything,” he told Finn before climbing back inside.

“Hey, watch it,” He called after his teammate, causing Coma to roll his eyes.

“You need to stop being so jealous,” I lectured, frowning up at him.

“Why is that,” Finn asked me with a smirk.

“Because you aren’t my boyfriend. You haven’t been for 2 years now,” I reminded him.

Finn’s smirk faded and was taken over by a frown. “Yeah, and they’ve been the worst 2 years of my life.”

My face softened and I looked up at him apologetically. I reached forward and hesitantly placed my hand in his own, squeezing it. Finn looked down at our hands, moving his hand to intertwine with my own.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” I apologized.

Finn opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Coma stepping back out of the window and handing me some water. I gave him a thankful smile and brought the cup to my lips to take a drink.

“Thank you, Coma.”

“You’re welcome, darling,” He told him standing next to me as Finn released my hand and grabbed his golf club from where it was sitting next to my seat.

“Watch and be impressed sweetheart,” Finn told me, turning to face Willoughby who was patiently waiting for him while smoking a joint.

“So, where is the flag,” Willoughby asked Finn, referencing their target.

“Right there, Volkswagen,” Finn told him, pointing out into the yard at the vehicle.

“Oh, there’s the flag,” Willoughby said, handing Coma his and Finn’s cups before grabbing his cup and positioning himself.

Finn followed his lead, the two of them facing each other as they readied their show.

“Ready? Aim…,” Willoughby trailed off.

“Fire,” The two said together, looking at each other before hitting the beer cans.

I watched the cans fly before hitting the flag the two boys were speaking of. I was genuinely impressed and began clapping for the two boys, the two of them joining me as well.

“You’re a natural,” Finn told Willoughby.

“Thank you,” He nodded at Finn.

I watched the two continue hitting beer cans off the roof for about 30 more minutes until they ran out. After this Willoughby made his exit back inside along with Coma and Finn walked over to me.

“Alright, sweetheart, let’s go,” he told me, grabbing both of my hands and pulling me up out of my seat.

“I want more water,” I told him.

“I’ll get you more water, don’t worry,” He reassured me, helping me climb in before following after me.

He led me down the stairs and into the kitchen, taking my empty cup out of my hand and filling it from the sink. He handed it back to me and I gave him a thankful look before drinking some more. He then wrapped his arm around me and led me outside once again, leading me down the porch steps and setting me down on the last one.

“Sit here, sweetheart, and don’t move. I’ll be right back. There is about to be some good entertainment and I have to go work some magic beforehand,” He told me with a smirk.

“Meaning you need to go flirt with some girls,” I slurred out, rolling my eyes. “I don’t even want to know what you have planned.”

“It’ll be good, I promise. And they mean nothing to me compared to you,” He told me before placing a brief kiss on my head and then rushing off.

About 15 minutes later Finn was escorting a couple of girls outside. I watched the two walk by before Finn stopped by me and looked down at me. I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow as he helped me up and led me over to where the two girls were taking off their clothes.

“What the fuck is going on here,” I asked in confusion.

“Mud wrestling,” He said simply as the other partygoers began gathering around us.

Nes, Coma, and Brumley came to stand by Finn and me. I looked across the way to see Jake and Plum standing together and Claire and Sarah sitting with McReynolds and Roper a couple of people over. To my right, I saw Niles and Willoughby pull a couple of chairs up to watch.

“Competitor’s ready,” Finn asked the two girls. The two nodded at him and he shouted an enthusiastic “Go!”

Everybody, including myself, began cheering the two girls on, watching them wrestle and grapple with each other as they tried to pin each other to the ground. Finn wrapped his arm around me as I jumped up and down, cheering the two on with glee. He smiled over at me and did what I call his “happy feet” dance as he let out a whoop. Eventually, the two’s match ended and the one girl climbed out. However, after she climbed out, Nes thought he would try his hand with the winner and stripped out of his shirt, jumping into the mud with the girl. He stood across from her and chugged his beer before chucking the empty can behind him. Coma and Finn leaned in and let out yells of encouragement at their friend.

“He’s going to lose,” I yelled to Finn.

“Obviously,” Finn yelled back to me before focusing back on the two.

Nes leaned down and grabbed some of the mud, rubbing it across his face and chest like tribal paint.

“Come on baby,” Nes yelled out before rushing at the girl.

The girl easily grabbed him and threw him down on his back, flipping him over. Nes climbed up from the ground and the girl grabbed him and threw him on his back once again. Nes got to his hands and knees and the girl grabbed him and began spanking him before flipping him over, climbing on top of him, and throwing the mud in his face. I winced as some of it got in his mouth before he finally tapped out and the girl climbed off of him.

I couldn’t help but laugh in amusement and cheer on the girl before Finn finished off his beer and looked over at me.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you inside again,” He told me, leading me back inside the house.

I couldn’t stop giggling as I stumbled over my feet into Finn’s room. The baseball player let out huffs of amusement as he assisted me into his bed. Helping me to kick my Converse off and slide my jacket off my arms. I watched Finn place my shoes neatly on the floor next to his bed and fold my jacket in half before draping it over his desk chair. He then grabbed the blanket folded at the end of his bed and unfolded it before gently laying it over me.

“Nes had his ass completely handed to him by that chick,” I laughed in amusement, shaking my head as I stared at the ceiling and pulled the blanket tighter around me.

“I think he underestimated her,” Finn said with a laugh, moving to sit on the floor next to the bed.

Finn rested his back against the bed and let his head rest back on the side of it as well. I reached down with a scoff and began running my hands through his hair as I spoke.

“Sounds about right. You men underestimate us women all the time,” I hummed as Finn pushed his head further into my hand.

“Not all of us men do,” Finn tried to reassure me.

“True. Some of you have a good head on your shoulders,” I said in agreement, gripping his hair in my hand and giving a slight tug to make him turn his head towards me. “Even you. As much as I hate to admit it.”

Finn scoffed back at me and shook his head. He reached up to grab my hand from his hair and intertwined my fingers with his instead. “You're only saying that 'cause you’re drunk.”

“Hm, maybe,” I shrugged at him before directing my gaze throughout the space. Finn watched me look around his room a bit before setting my eyes on his bedside table. I breathed in a sharp breath when I saw the picture of him and me (a candid of me kissing his cheek while he laughed taken by one of my sorority sisters) sitting there and staring me in the face. His Christmas present I gave him the night before everything happened. “You still have it?”

“I couldn’t get rid of it,” Finn told me honestly, rubbing his thumb over my hand.

I hummed a laugh to myself. “I couldn’t get rid of mine either. It’s tucked between the pages of my journal from that year. Sometimes I look at it and read over everything I wrote. Try and figure out where it all went wrong.”

Finn let out a scoff and squeezed my hand. “You know where it all went wrong.”

“Exactly,” I whispered, hoping he understood my underlying message of ‘I wish you did too.’

There was a few seconds of silence before Finn pushed himself off of the floor and moved to sit next to me in his bed. I didn’t take my eyes off the picture of us as he started delicately running his fingers through my hair.

“You know, I lied the other day,” Finn told me softly.

“Hm,” I hummed at him in confusion, looking at him with furrowed brows.

“I do remember that night. I remember every word that I said and that I made you cry. I remember it all and I regret everything,” He told me, looking into my eyes.

“Why did you lie,” I asked him curiously.

Finn looked down and intertwined his other hand in mine. “Because I hate the person that I was that night, and I never wanted to think about it again. What I did and what I said… I promised myself I was never going to be that way again. That’s why I changed. Because I promised myself that if I did, and you happened to take me back, then I was going to treat you better than any other guy possibly could and put you up on the pedestal you deserved to be on.”

I sighed and sat up in his bed. I brought my free hand up and placed it on his cheek, moving his head so he would look at me.

“So you remember why we fought in the first place? And that it was a long time coming,” I asked him, rubbing my thumb over his cheekbone.

Finn nodded at me and sighed. I nodded back at him and wrapped my hand around his neck, lacing my fingers in the hair at the back of his neck. “I was happy with you, Finn. But you weren’t happy with me. You wanted someone who would have sex with you anytime you wanted, and I was the exact opposite. And I wanted somebody who respected my decisions and what I wanted, and you were the exact opposite.”

Finn looked at me sadly before speaking. “I was a cocky, horny 18-year-old, who couldn’t fathom the thought of someone not wanting to have sex with him. Who didn’t want to attempt to understand why the girl he was absolutely in love with didn’t want to completely give herself to him. So, instead of attempting to understand and work through it with her and tell her how he truly felt about her, he went and treated her like shit. He hit on other girls and told himself that it was okay because things were likely not going to work out anyways.”

I sighed and ran my fingers through the hair at the back of his head in a soothing manner.

“And I was a hopeful, naive 18-year-old who was experiencing love for the first time, despite having relationships before ours. Who was too scared to talk about how she was feeling mistreated out of fear of the guy she loved leaving her and in turn scared to give herself over to him completely.”

“Wow, we were fucked up. Weren’t we,” Finn said, causing me to laugh and nod at him.

“Yeah, we were,” I said in agreement, looking down at my lap. “But I think us breaking up then was for the best.”

Finn looked up at me with hurt in his eyes.

“Not for the reason you’re thinking. I think that we were meant to break up then, so we could become who we are now. So we would be a better fit for each other when we came back together,” I explained softly.

“Back together,” Finn questioned me eagerly.

“Yeah,” I whispered to him, a smile taking over my face.

“Oh thank god,” Finn said in relief before cupping my face in his own and placing his lips against my own.

I couldn't help but smile as we continued kissing each other, him smiling as well shortly after. We continued placing our lips against each other, his mustache rubbing against my face just as I remembered it did Freshman year. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned back, bringing him over me as we continued kissing. Finn moved to hover over me and I broke away from the kiss, the two of us leaning our foreheads against each other. Finn began peppering kisses across my face and neck, his grin growing at my giggling.

“What are you doing,” I asked him through my giggles.

“I have almost 3 whole years to make up for not being able to kiss you,” Finn told me, continuing his assault.

“Well, can you continue you tomorrow? I’m tired,” I asked him in amusement.

Finn pulled away and looked up at me with a pout. “Fine.”

Finn moved and lay on his side next to me. I rolled my eyes at his childish antics and turned on my side so my back was facing him. Finn threw his arm over my waist and pulled me closer to him, nuzzling his face in my neck and taking a deep breath.

“Good night, (Y/N),” He whispered to me.

“Good night, Walt,” I whispered back to him, feeling his grin widen as the two of us drifted off to sleep.

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sugarcoated-lame · 1 year ago

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i need jake to hold me when i can’t sleep :( like when you feel physically ill from exhaustion and he won’t sleep until he hears you sleeping. so big, so warm, so comforting. oh god i LOVE HIM 😭 (same goes for finn)

((also i love you so so so much 💗💞💓🥺))

Ugh Seb I need the same !!! 🥺 Jake would hold you close and wrap you up in his strong arms, one wrapped around your middle while his other hand plays with your hair and gently massages your scalp, his warm chest pressed to your back as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He’ll talk about his day, the silly prank Fanboy played on Payback at work, a new show he thinks the two of you should watch, everything and nothing until he finally feels your breathing even out, your body fully relaxed in his hold and letting him know that you’ve drifted off to sleep 🥹 and I know Finn would do just the same, talking your ear off in a soothing, quiet tone about some random, obscure topic that you know nothing about because he knows it’ll put you right to sleep 🥹🥹 ugh I need them both so bad !!!

I love you too, so so so so much my dear! 🥹🫶��Sending you the biggest hug and forehead kiss, and wishing you a good night’s sleep!! 🥺 Mwah ily! 😘🥰💕❤️💕❤️💕

#Seb <3 #<333 #jake seresin #hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #top gun maverick #walt finnegan #walt finn finnegan #everybody wants some #glen powell #asks <3 #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x y/n #kricket answers

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topguncortez · 11 months ago

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no bc now i wanna discuss finn being a bisexual.

he’s a chaotic bisexual. he wants attention all the time.

no matter how much he talks about being a cunnlinguist (which he is) mans is the male version of a pillow princess.

he loves to be pampered when he gets fucked. requires praise at all times.

aftercare is a must with him. not a sometimes. no. an every time.

HE’S A BOTTOM

#walt finnegan #everybody wants some!! imagine #finnegan

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honkytonk-hangman · 10 months ago

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Just Another Thing – [2]

WALT ‘FINN’ FINNEGAN X READER/OC

Summary: God help anyone who might’ve thought a nice, stable relationship might bring some kind of change to Walt Finnegan’s usual mischief and mild-hedonism. God especially help them if they also thought a girlfriend would provide any sort of calming influence over him.

She definitely influenced him, anyone could tell you that, unfortunately just never in any way that could even remotely be described as 'calm’.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of and talk of sex, sexy body parts, ect. reader/OC is named Kimberly/Kimber, but it is still written in second person and her name shouldn’t come up very often.

Finn wakes with a start, the unfamiliar room around him momentarily sending him down a rabbit hole of confusion and doubt, right up until you walk through the door, which pushes him toward a separate spiralling hole, making him suddenly recall every detail of last night with startling clarity.

When Beverly had said you were the one girl on campus who’d put up with him, he hadn’t expected you to also be the one girl on campus who gave as good as she got behind closed doors, too.

Finn isn’t exactly shy about his sexploits, he’s slept with plenty of women, but generally, even the most enthusiastic ones weren’t exactly the best of lays, if he could be so crass to say. It wasn’t that they were particularly bad or that he didn’t have a good time, it’s more owing to the fact that Finn was somewhat unlike most men his age, in that he had always made a point of educating himself, on many topics, but especially on sex.

Especially when it involved the many different ways to please a woman.

The girls he’d slept with in the past could say whatever they wanted about him as a person, and they frequently did, but he’d never, not once ever, left a woman unsatisfied. It was important to him, for a reason beyond simple masculine pride that he’d never really bothered to interrogate.

At the end of the day he could give whatever reason he wanted, he doubts any woman would really care. Ideally, he’d have them too distracted to care. Generally though, his partners were not as well versed, meaning he gave, and he always gave happily, but for the most part he had to take care of his own pleasure, which wasn’t exactly a chore. Hell, that was half the reason he was doing it in the first place.

You on the other hand…

Finn swears he nearly gets rock hard just thinking about you last night, but he has no time to indulge, because in the present moment you’ve appeared as if on cue. He’s not certain you realise he’s awake yet, which mostly works for him. He internally grumbles a little as he catches sight of the time, before quickly shutting his eyes again when you near. He really hadn’t meant to sleep over. He’d planned to be up and out shortly after you’d fallen asleep, as per usual, but in all sincerity, you’d fucked him so damn good, so thoroughly, that he can’t even remember falling asleep in the first place.

Finn can’t help himself as he lies there, hearing you so closely shuffling about, he allows himself to peek at you, simultaneously delighted and regretful when he lays eyes on you.

He shouldn’t be here, stealing glances at you as you dress, he should have stuck to routine and left last night. But you really were amazing, not just in bed, but your flirting, your banter, your honesty, even if it was hard for him to read it as such at first.

Finn trails off then, thinking about how great a time he had with you in only a few hours, and finds himself imagining a whole little scenario where he gets to see you again after this, maybe actually take you on that date he’d promised… it sounded nice, in theory, but Finn writes it off immediately. That wasn’t his bag, and really, who was he to take you out beyond this chance meeting? He wasn’t exactly boyfriend material, and he also wasn’t interested in wasting anyone's time. He didn’t want to do that to you, but more importantly he’s pretty sure he’d get a baseball to the head if he did. Or in the crotch.

As Finn thinks about how he’d really like to talk to you more, maybe ask about your major, your team, he realises what he’s doing and scrubs all further thoughts out, quickly snapping himself back to reality.

A reality in which maybe the most beautiful, sexy, and clever woman he’d met on campus, or off, is packing up her sports bag for what is likely an 8:00 AM class, something that Finn should also be doing at this very moment, and not childishly pretending to be asleep, resigning himself to being late.

“If the sun is bothering you, I can close the curtains,” your voice rings out then, nearly causing him to jump. That was another thing about you, too, until last night Finn has always had a harsh vendetta against anything that could even remotely be considered ‘honky tonk’ or typically southern, he’d even avoided taking home a girl once or twice solely because her cowboy boots had irritated him so much, only now, all of a sudden he felt nothing but pure, soppy, affection when he hears the extremely thick east Texas twang in your voice.

He firmly believes that only you can make such a heavy drawl sound so delicate and classy. He’s unable to picture you in any kind of small, dinky little town, so instead decides to imagine that you come from one of those hoity-toity neighbourhoods they had up in Dallas, which makes nothing but perfect sense to him.

Finn finds himself hurriedly blinking his eyes open in reaction to your words, before remembering that he’s supposed to be faking sleep to avoid you. You look over at him from your neat little desk, your huge duffle bag now open on your chair, which you appear to be packing several deflated balls into.

He reminds himself that you were on the College’s Volleyball team, something he hadn’t actually known existed until yesterday, but rejoices in the good news by recalling what you looked like at the park in your tight little shorts, your knee and elbow pads somehow really doing it for him. Finn rubs his eyes and groans at the fact he was probably never going to see or speak to you after this, let alone see you in those little shorts again.

“Huh?” he replies dumbly to your question, looking over at the window when you nod to it. He realises that your room might be the worst in the house, with the way the blazing Texas sun is already assaulting every inch of the space.

“I always leave the curtains open on school days, I like waking up with the sun, but I can close them if you want to sleep more?” you explain. Finn shakes himself more awake, the rouse well and truly over now, and awkwardly pulls himself from your admittedly very warm and very comfortable bed.

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it, I’ve gotta get up now anyway,” he tells you, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck, already practising avoiding you by refusing to look your way, telling himself it’s for his own good.

You chortle, but shrug and shake your head, before going back to packing your duffle.

Finn lingers uncomfortably next to your bed, now wondering if he had maybe upset you by staying. Not knowing what else to do, he focuses on your duvet, beginning to fiddle with it so your bed at least looked neat, and in the back of his mind, hoping it might help you forget he was ever here in the first place. No such luck, his movement causing you to look up at him properly, dropping a deflated volleyball and waving out a hand to stop him.

“Oh! don’t you worry about that! Those definitely need to go in the wash later,” you inform him, a note of wryness in your voice as you reference last night’s activities. Finn drops his hands away from the blankets at your bequest, also dropping his gaze once more now that you’ve stepped even closer and are focused solely on him.

Your attention makes him aware of his state of undress, only a pair of underwear covering him, and he happily starts to busy himself with collecting his clothes from the floor where he'd tossed them hastily many hours ago, only to find them folded neatly on the window bench. He realises you really must rise with the sun, and wonders how many hours you’d been up already.

“Last night was a lot of fun, by the way. There are definitely far worse ways to soil some good sheets,” you speak up again, a laugh accompanying your heavy accent this time.

Finn finds he can’t refuse you his attention now that you’re asking for it, forgetting all about evading you as much as he can get away with, instead looking over at you as he dresses. Oddly, he finds his smile is nowhere near as tight or rueful as he feels.

“I’m glad,” he says without much thought, before instantly panicking when your face falls despondently.

“You didn’t enjoy it?” You ask worriedly, the prospect his reply presents clearly upsetting you, but despite telling himself that continuing to engage will only make disengaging even harder, it’s all completely in vain as he hurries to comfort you.

“What? No, no, I definitely enjoyed it,” he assures you quickly, glad when you seem to relax at his affirmation. Still, you seem a little more reserved than before, than you had been last night, which makes his skin itch uncomfortably. “Think I enjoyed it so much my brain is still scrambled,” he goes on, in an effort to stop the prickling sensation.

It works, your face breaking into an endearingly proud grin, shortly before the itching disappears. You chortle a little and give a small shrug, going back to your bag packing.

“Well, I’ve put in a lot of work to have exclusively great sex,” you tell him. “I mean, you can’t expect to spike a volleyball perfectly without practice, so why should sex be any different?” you continue, with another laugh and a shake of your head.

Finn doesn’t know why he feels so surprised at your statement. Maybe it’s just that he’s never heard a woman so casually admit to sleeping around. Then again, if men got to, then why shouldn’t you too?

Beverley could say what she wanted about the way he used discussions around the feminist movement, as well as women’s rights as a whole, just to get laid, but Finn had read all those books she’d sarcastically kept lending him, and he genuinely thought the matter to be worthwhile.

Okay, so sue him if he happens to also on occasion use the very legitimate talking points of women’s sexual liberation in his attempts to pick up women, but it's not like that meant he didn’t really believe in what he was saying!

Finn is about to open his mouth to formulate some kind of a reply when you glance at the time and let out a soft gasp.

“Oh shit, I’m going to be late!” you baulk, quickly pulling the zip of your duffle bag closed and hauling it over your shoulder. “I’ve got to go, feel free to use the shower, just close my door when you leave!” you hurriedly ramble, shoving your feet into a pair of sneakers. Finn is still blinking with his mouth halfway open when you call out a last goodbye and disappear out the door.

He showers, dresses, and is about to leave when he realises he hadn’t closed your door. He considers for a moment, at the bottom of the stairs, just leaving anyway, but he can’t bring himself to do it, so he rushes back up, closes your door with a quiet click, and then at last all but flees from the shared house.

“Noticed you never came home last night,” Dale slides into the seat next to Finn at the lunch table, and wiggles his eyebrows teasingly. Finn simply eyes his friend, and takes another bite of whatever it is the school liked to call food.

“Hooked up with the girl I was talking to all night.” He tells him simply. “Fell asleep after, only got out this morning when she left,” he goes on after another bite. Dale stares at him, a frown pulling over his features.

“So…” he prompts, causing Finn to look up at him again and shrug.

“So what?”

“So why do you sound so troubled? Was it not good? She was hot as hell man, no way it was that bad,” Dale insists, making Finn at last drop his fork to discuss properly.

“No she was good, it’s just…” he trails off and tries to figure out his own soured mood. Normally he’d have no issue talking up such a good night, especially considering you were good, but he can’t help but linger on one tiny little fact. “I don’t know, it’s like, this morning there was no ‘when will I see you again’, no care in the world it was just a one night thing, she’s not like other girls, you know?”

Dale blinks at him like he’s a moron.

“Okay? I’m not seeing your problem here?” he says, frown even deeper now. “Isn’t that perfect?”

Finn balks.

“No! She’s perfect! You don’t get it, I think I want to see her again, this girl is unbelievable!” He protests, sounding mildly desperate but he doesn’t care. He looks away from his friend, and out at the grass. The cafe he’d chosen for lunch sits right opposite the library, and normally he’d have spent his break scoping out the cute girls who’d sit studying under a tree or whatever it is he normally did, but today he’d barely even taken note.

“Man, not you too!” Dale groans in exasperation beside him, quickly digging into his own lunch as if this topic isn’t worth continuing. “First Jake, now you… actually you know what that’s fine, you hook up with that Kimberley chick, leave me with all the other cute girls…”

Finn had stopped listening about halfway through Dale’s tirade, how could he possibly pay attention to it when right there, through the window of the library, he’s spotted you, sitting at a table for four, a stack of books in front of you, your pen writing diligently on some page in front of you.

“You want the rest of my soda?” Finn asks blindly, already getting up. Dale protests, but Finn doesn’t even hear him, simply grabs his lunch tray, places it in the returns bay, and legs it across the grass as fast as he can.

He slows down upon entering the library of course, smooths down his hair, his moustache, grabs the first book he sees, and walks right up to where you sit, pulling out the chair opposite you and flips his book open. Out of the corne rof his eye, when he sees you look up, he looks up too, putting on his best display of ‘surprise’ when he ‘notices’ it’s you.

“Well now, what a coincidence this is!” he says before you can get a word in. You blink at him, but don’t seem annoyed, simply cocking your head in an intrigued manner.

“What a coincidence indeed,” you drawl slowly, placing your pen down. “Thanks for remembering to shut my door,” you go on after a beat where Finn is briefly too awestruck to say anything more. He quickly snaps back though, remembering the clear message you’d sent him last night, how you hadn’t seemed to enjoy his antics more than you enjoyed simply talking to him.

“It’s the least I could do, you know,” he leans across the desk a little to faux whisper. “After such a great night,” he says, rewarded for his efforts when you smile at him. His own smile drops however, when a moment later, you pick up your pen again and look back at the books around you.

“Listen, Finn, I appreciate you coming over to see me and all during your lunch,” busted. “But I really need to study for this paper…”

Finn jolts, wanting to flirt and charm you into paying attention to him, but he reminds himself that you aren’t like most of the girls he’s seen before, and so instead relents, beginning to get up.

“I’m sorry, I should go–”

“–You don’t have to go!” you interrupt him, looking back up. Finn slides back down into his chair like you’ve commanded him. “Just give me another half hour, okay?”

Finn does. He nods, and turns his eyes back down to his book, and for the next thirty minutes he reads about the life cycle of bees. He’s only occasionally distracted by little hums you make, which cause him to look up at you for a minute or two and simply stare. He gets a good look at the pile of books you often swap out and flip through, taking notes, and finds himself again stunned by you in all your sexy, sexy, smart glory. You were studying something to do with physics and space and Finn can’t help but think to himself about all the time he’s wasted seeing anyone but you and despite some of the books you have open having titles containing astronomy, he decides to keep his knowledge of astrology off the table.

Almost exactly thirty minutes have passed when you at last close all your books, including your notepad, place down your pen and look up at him again.

“You know, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again,” you tell him thoughtfully, looking him in the eyes. Finn opens his mouth but at first no words come out, so he quickly closes it again. He stares at you, you smile back and roll your eyes. “Come on, I know a place we can go, since you didn’t even eat half your lunch…”

Finn dutifully helps you return your stack of books, along with his own, before following you to your car where you promptly drive him off campus to a sweet little diner a block away. Even he’s surprised with how quiet he stays until after you’ve both ordered, he doesn’t even check out the cute waitress as she walks away, too absorbed in staring back at you as you make a hand gesture like you’re ready now.

“What’re you studying?” he asks quickly.

“Astronautical engineering,” you reply. “What are you studying? I didn’t think we had a beekeeping school.”

Finn smiles and shrugs, almost about to launch into a speech about beekeeping and the non-existent classes he took on it, before he stops himself.

“English literature and teaching.” he reveals, feeling a little naked in doing so, but the way your face lights up after he tells you erases any such doubt in his mind.

“You’d be good at that! I bet you’d have no trouble holding a class's attention!” you gush. Finn distinctly feels his face go red.

Over lunch, you ask him about the baseball team, and in return he asks you about your volleyball team. You’re halfway through explaining a recent rule change when you stop and blink up at him.

“Oh you don’t care about volleyball rules,” you say, seemingly bashful at having gone off for the past five minutes about the subject. “I bet you’ve never even watched a women’s sports game and cared about the rules,” you joke. Finn laughs, your statement not untrue, but he won’t go away with you thinking that was still going to be the case from now on.

“Not in the past, but I would if you were playing,” he tells you earnestly, hoping to god you don’t think he’s simply using a line.

You stare at him for a beat before smiling softly again, turning your eyes down at your plate as you do. You place your knife and fork together at an angle and Finn definitely concludes you come from some kind of high society out East.

“I can’t go home with you tonight, it's a school night,” you say, sounding sorry about that fact at least. Finn frowns.

“But it’s a Friday?” he doesn’t mean to push, he doesn’t even care if you go home with him, he’d be okay with genuinely, actually studying with you if that's what it took. You shake your head like you’re reading his thoughts.

“I have a shift at the observatory,” you begin apologetically, before your face once again lights up.

“How about the next time we see each other, we go out then?” you repeat his words from your very first meeting. Finn straightens up, a grin pulling across his features. He liked this game, and unlike the last time, he didn’t have to go away with the feeling that he’s made a mistake, because he can tell by the tone of your voice, one way or another, you intended to see him again.

“Alright Kimberley, it’s a deal.”

#walt finnegan x reader #walt finn finnegan #finnegan x reader #finn x reader #everybody wants some #everybody wants some!#glen powell #glen powell fic #glen powell fanfiction

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sebsxphia · 2 years ago

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Another Walt Finnegan idea, bc this website is severely lacking- imagine trying to sneak him in and out of your sorority house/dorm and him just being a little shit

oh yes, dear anon! 🥹

both ways, in and out, finn is making it terribly difficult for you. at the same time, he makes you giggle so much you think you’re going to wet yourself.

sneaking finn in in practice should be easier because your housemates are asleep, but when finn’s won the baseball game and he’s a handful of beers down, it feels like sneaking bambi in.

you have to tell him to shush multiple times as his voice booms through the house about how badly he wants to bury his face in between your tits.

getting him out is harder because your housemates are up and about. it requires some proper stealth sneaking through doors and hallways, all the while stealing kisses and a squeeze on your ass as he leaves.

it’s even worse (funnier) when finn leaves through your window and he makes some crude joke about if rapunzel got treated this way after a one night stand (even though you know it’s not a one night stand and you’ve been together for months).

thank you so much for this fantastic idea my dear anon! i had a lot of fun thinking about this! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #walt finn finnegan #sebs masterlist

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coreyba2breport · 8 years ago

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Notes taken from “The Advanced Art of Stop-Motion Animation” written by Ken A. Priebe (Foreword by Henry Selick):

Foreword and introduction:

Look up “Lisa Jane Grey” (Stop-Motion Animator).

“Stop-Motion gives proof of the artist’s hand through the inescapable mistakes made and communicate to the audiences that what they are watching really, truly exists”.

“Stop-Motion connects us to the time when our toys came to life through the power of our imaginations”.

Look into “Jabberwocky” by Jan Svankmajer, inspired by Lewis Carrol.

Look up “Seepage” by Henry Selick at Disney.

Look up “Pete Kozachik” (worked on “Slow Bob in the Lower Dimensions”).

Look up “Anthony Scott” (Animation Supervisor for Corpse Bride).

Look up “Larry Bafia” (Animator from Will Vinton Studios and PDI).

Chapter 1: History of Stop-Motion Animation:

“The earliest Stop-Motion films were merely experiments in moving objects before the camera, like Bewitched Matches (1913) and The Automatic Moving Company (1912)”.

Look up “Closed Monday’s” by Will Vinton and “Sandcastle” by Co Hilman.

Look up Stop-Motion TV series such as “Gumby, Morph, Colargol, California Raisins, and anymore (Bagpus, Claykids).

“These Stop-Motion efforts were designed to hold the audiences attention only for a brief moment, a mere bridge getting them from one feature of entertainment to another. For the most well executed Stop-Motion sequences, such as Harryhausen’s 5 minute skeleton fight in 1963′s Jason and the Argonauts, the shorter the format provided a solid frame to place as much quality as possible into them. Often there was not enough time or budget to create the same amount of animation for more than what any feature film required, so all the available resources were applied to creating these short moments of beautiful entertainment”.

“If the technique distracted the audience from the story or character development, Stop-Motion could not be utilized as much more than a novelty”.

“In 1937, Walt Disney took the world by storm with the phenomenal success of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. It was not the first ever animated feature ever made (chronologically), but it was the first to set the standard for what the animation medium could achieve in a feature length format”.

“It would be company branches owned by Disney that would help bring the animated feature back into vogue, through landmarks like Who framed Rodger Rabbit (1988), Pixar’s Toy Story (1995) and Tim Burton’s The Nightmare before Christmas (1993). Nightmare, of course, was a major turning point for Stop-Motion as the medium’s first feature length project to receive worldwide distribution and a huge following after its release”.

“In the years following CG features by Disney/Pixar (Finding Nemo, Wall-E), Dreamworks SKG (Shrek, Madagascar), Blue Sky (Ice Age, Horton Hears a Who!) and others grew to dominate and saturate the feature market. The CG boom of the past decade expanded to the point of prompting rumors of the extinction of more traditional techniques of hand drawn and Stop-Motion, partly fueled by Disney’s misguided decision to abandon the hand drawn medium for feature films”. (Mention films that still use 2D in them today like Moana, Princess and The Frog and The Secret of Kells).

Look into “The Camera’s Revenge” 1912 by Ladislas Starewitch as well as “Le Roman de Renard” 1930 (not released until 1937).

Look up “King Kong” 1933.

Look into “The New Gulliver” 1935 and “The Golden Key” 1939 both made by Alexsandr Ptushko.

Look into “Die Sieben Raben” 1937 by Ferdinand and Hermann Diehl.

“1940′s brought very little to the screen in the format of full-length puppet features, possibly because of WW2 dominating at least half the decade in many countries”. “Ironically the war did play a part in the first technicolour feature to be made in Britain, which was a training film for the Admiralty called Handling ships 1945.”

Look up “Halas and Bachelor studio”.

Look into “Alice in Wonderland” 1949 by Lou Bunin

Look into “Hansel and Gretel: An Opera Fantasy” 1954 (released false information on how stop motion was done)(First stop motion feature film in America).

“Up to this point, (1980) the original full length puppet features were a mixed bag of limited commercial success, failures, and experiments that did not make much impact outside of a few enthusiasts and were otherwise virtually unknown or unreleased outside their country of origin. But the 1980′s to early 90′s was an interesting time for Stop-Motion, where many elements were coming together to set the stage for a major breakthrough in the puppet world”. (The Empire Strikes Back-1980)(Dragonslayer-1981)(Vincent-1982)(The Nightmare before Christmas-1993)(Gumby: The Movie-1995 set up by the release of Pee-Wee’s play house by Will Vinton).

Nightmare combined nearly every puppet and film making technique that had ever been used for Stop-Motion, including front/rear projection, double exposure effects, casting in foam latex, ball and socket armatures, replacement animation and strong character performance”. “Another unique feature was the extensive use of modern motion control to make the camera a moving part of the story”.

“Disney had installed confidence in Henry Selick to direct a follow-up feature in Stop-Motion, James and the Giant Peach 1996″.

Look into “The Miracle Maker” 1999.

“Clay animation in a feature length film would finally have its shot at world wide commercial success by 2000. The 1990′s had seen the rise of another Stop-Motion superstar with genius of animator/director Nick Park”.

Look into “Wallace and Grommet: Curse of the Were-Rabbit” 2005.

Look into “Corpse Bride” 2005.

“The Corpse Bride Puppet faces were manipulated by complex mechanisms of paddles and gears underneath a silicone skin”. “Corpse Bride was the first use of digital still cameras for shooting all the animation”.

Look into “Max and Co” by Frederic and Samuel Guillaume.

Look up “Marjolaine Parot” and “Brian Demoskoff” (Animators on Max and co).

Look into “Edison and Leo” 2008 (Canada’s first Stop-Motion feature) Directed by Neil Burns.

Look into “$9.99″ 2008 by Talia Rosenthal.

Look into “Mary and Max” 2009 by Adam Elliot. (Main character has Asperger Syndrome)

Look into “A Town called Panic” 2009 by Stephane Aubier and Vincent Patar.

Look into “Coraline” 2009 by Laika (First film to shoot in 3D).

Chapter 2: An Interview with Screen Novelties

Chris Finnegan: It’s important to stress that there is CG animation out there that deliberately tries to look like Stop-Motion and is very convincing in the way that it’s rendered out to look that way” (Consider looking into “The Lego Movie” 2014 for this point).

Chapter 8: An interview with Bronwen Kyffin

(Response to the question: “What are your thoughts on the current Stop-Motion scene and its potential?”) “What’s really fantastic right now is that through platforms like YouTube, etc. film makers are able to connect to audiences and each other so much quicker and easier than before. You don’t have to enter or attend film festivals and fly all over the country to be able to share your work with people. Now we can share work with each other from the comforts of home, just e-mailing each other the inspiring films that we find. Hopefully that kind of accessibility will result in more independent work being done. For TV series, I think the interest in it will always ebb and flow, depending on the appeal of the Stop-Motion look and how in fashion it is at the time. I think it will perhaps be more interesting to see how this new online community spreads interest in the Stop-Motion medium, and how that, in turn, affects the number of Stop-Motion shows that we see on TV”.

Chapter 10: An interview with Larry Bafia and Webster Colcord

Larry: “Sometimes simplifying and going back to roots can really feel much more personal. Sometimes when you get more sophisticated, things can get really antiseptic. Even in CG for example, the film Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs went for that Muppet-Type character design, and that helped push the animation, to make it feel unique”.

Webster: “Audiences are more sophisticated now. They used to complain about Stop-Motion looking jerky, but now they’ve seen the flawless, smooth CG alternative, so they want that handmade quality more. Their eyes have accepted it”.

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crazyk-imagine · 6 months ago

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The Future Mrs

Pairing: Walt Finnegan x Female!reader

Characters: Walt Finnegan, Female!reader, Jake Bradford, Kenny Roper, Dale Douglas, Tyrone Plummber, Janet the bitch, Aunt Theresa (we don't speak of her)

Warnings: Fluff, questionable angst, cursing, moves, the boys are nice, some aren't, cousin eddie to the rescue, finn is a sweetheart, I love writing for the boys, the house parties are too lit, reader can be nice, reader is also lowkey a bitch, not me literally needing to rewrite and post this when I first wrote it, eddie and reader are the best cousins

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Your cousin pulls his car up beside you and hollers for you. You roll your eyes and walk over towards him. “What do you want now?”

He smiles and leans closer to your nuisance, Finnegan. “Why are you giving your favorite cousin attitude?”

You bend down, leaning against the door. “Because my so-called favorite wants me to do his dirty laundry, quite literally I might add.”

You glance back, noticing the two freshmen and your favorite player on the team, “hey Dave.”

He smirks, knowing you say hi to him to annoy Finnegan. “Hey.”

Roper scoffs, “how dare- okay fine. But I have an offer.”

“Which is?” You ask with a raised brow.

“I’ll take care of the rats in your dorm, if you help me.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“See I told she’d get annoyed and wouldn’t go for it,” Finnegan chimes in.

“Still standing here Finnegan and I can confirm that you’re the annoying one.” You glance over at your cousin, “and you, be ready. I’m not packing your shit again.”

“It was one time.”

“You’re a fucking liar and you know it. This is the third time you've asked me… this week, Rope.”

“Have I told you I’m sorry?” He gives you that one smile he uses on all the girls (it never works on you, no matter how many times he tries).

“Try again next time.”

One of the girls who made high school miserable calls out to you, Roper knows and learned (the hard way) not to interfere anymore.

He lowers his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and narrows his eyes to her.

You turn, flipping her the bird with a kind smile. “Be ready,” you mutter to him.

“I see you still have that lame car,” she shouts.

You roll your eyes and push yourself off the door, unintentionally giving the blond a good view of your ass. “How about you fuck off Janet? No one cares about your idiotic opinion.”

“It’s idiot, stupid.”

You cross your arms. “Did daddy pay for you to get in here or did you blow the principal... again?”

She screams and turns away.

You chuckle, leaning back down. “You’re dealing with the rats. I’ll pack your shit, deal?”

“Fine.”

“And, little warning,” you look at all the boys in the car, “any of you try to fuck her, make sure your wrapped. God knows what she has. Just no one marry her, that’s all I ask.” You pat the car and walk away.

Your one and only true friend Dee, short for Alexandria, hops on your back.

You grab her thighs keeping her on you. “Why must you do this every time?”

“It’s fun.”

She hops off, “come meet my roommate.”

“I have plans.”

“She’s right next to you.”

You groan, “fine. If I must.”

Jake leans forward, “that’s your cousin?”

“Yeah,” he turns around giving the two freshmen a hard look. “Neither of you can fuck her. She’s off limits.”

“Yeah,” Dale laughs, “to anyone but Finnegan. If he can even get past her pissy nature.”

Roper rolls his eyes and pulls away, “she’s just- I annoyed her, okay?”

“You barely talked to her, and she was pissed. She’s got one of those, guys are the worst ever mentalities or something.”

“She puts on that personality, so she doesn’t get hurt.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Jake glances at Plummer who shrugs.

“She’ll come to her senses eventually,” Finnegan adds.

“You say that because you want to fuck her.”

The blond smirks, “I mean, yeah, I do. I won’t lie about that man, but I mean, she’ll stop being so defensive around us.”

Roper glances at him from the corner of his eye. “You mean, you hope she’ll stop being so defensive around you.”

You walk out of the room and head for the roof, sitting beside the window, listening to the music.

“Mind if I keep you company?”

You turn and find Finnegan in the window. “Don’t you have some lonely chick to fuck?”

“Yeah, and she doesn’t want to talk to me. Keep me company?” Finnigan says with that stupid smile on his face.

You purse your lips, giving him an annoyed, fake smile. “Hard pass.”

“Oh, come on. You know you love me… I’ll take care of the rats, if you want?”

You raise your brows. “You willing to take care of the rats in my place just to get in my pants?”

He chuckles. “Babe, I’d train them to do your laundry if it meant I could take you out.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve said that to at least three other girls tonight.”

“Surprisingly you’re the first.”

You shake your head, “go back to the party. This is no place for a popular guy like yourself.”

“And leave you out in the cold on your own, no thanks. Roper would kill me and,” he sets his hand down beside yours, “I don’t want to leave you alone.”

You groan and cover your eyes, “would you perverts shut up already?”

Roper steps forward, “why are you in his bed?”

“I don’t mom, you tell me.”

“Don’t make me call Aunt Theresa.”

“I dare you,” you open an eye and glare at him.

He breaks, “come on, just- please tell me nothing happened.”

You push yourself up on one elbow and glance at the perky Finnegan. “Nothing happened.”

“Prove it.”

“I’m wearing all my clothes, even my socks,” you pull the sheets down and climb out of bed. “See?”

“He doesn’t have a shirt on.”

“Well, look at that. Neither do you because that’s how you sleep, Rope.”

Dale grabs his buddy and pulls him outside the room. “I’m gonna take him outside to take… this all in.” He stops to give his teammate a high five.

You roll your eyes and search for your shoes.

“Where are you going?” He sits up, eyeing you.

“I’m going back to my dorm so I can make myself look semi presentable to those who weren’t in this room.”

He fakes pouts, “don’t go.”

“I’m going. I need to change.”

He sighs, “if you must.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “don’t be like that, I’ll be back.”

“Promise?”

You roll your eyes, “yes, I promise.”

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inmyglenpowellera · 10 months ago

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I am heavily in my Glen Powell Era and I need to write. Send me some requests guys. I write anything. Fluff, angst, smut.

Especially send in requests for Charlie and Finn because they are underappreciated and need more love!

#glen powell #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman fic #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman x you #jake hangman imagine #top gun maverick #charlie young #set it up #everybody wants some #walt finn finnegan

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crazyk-imagine · 4 months ago

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Everybody wants Some!! Master List

(SMUT) Kick Ass not Kiss my Ass! // Ao3: Kick Ass not Kiss my Ass!

Summary: You bring a few things over to “your” cousin’s baseball house hoping to get out before he comes back... that didn’t go as planned. Finnegan manages to get you over when it’s time for their party (even though coach told them no parties). Some things happen between you and him... but everyone knew it was bound to happen. Luckily your cousin, Roper doesn’t care (too much) and only wants you two to stop making go-go eyes at one another.

The Benefits of being "Friends" with a Baseball Player // Ao3: The Benefits of being "Friends" with a Baseball Player

Summary: You and your nemesis, Finn, have barely been able to stand each other since your high school days. College, is a bit of a different story because now, well, he's got you in his bed and you're not totally against it. It also doesn't help when his teammates see you and decide it's time to tease you, thankfully Finn can kind of keep them on track… Or just warn them because he's experienced some of your wrath before.

The Future Mrs // Ao3: The Future Mrs

Summary: You're cousin, the loveable idiot in your eyes (but you'd never tell him that) is yet again driving around with his teammates trying to get some action. Not so shocking seeing as he does this every weekend before the new year starts, repulsing is what you tell him it is. Finn naturally tries to capture your attention, something that's been a goal of his since he really sat down and got to know you, not that you'd know. The freshies have no idea what's going on but there is no way in hell that they're going to try and mess around to get involved in all that drama.

#everybody wants some #everybody wants some fanfiction #everybody wants some finnegan #everybody wants some imagine #everybody wants some imagines #everybody wants some x reader #everybody wants some x you #walt finnegan #walt finn finnegan #finnegan imagines #finnegan imagine

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inmyglenpowellera · 4 months ago

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May or may not be working on two other things in addition to Bad Rep. I have another Finn smutty fic and Anyone But You but it's Jake.

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years ago

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Kick Ass not Kiss my Ass!

Pairing: Walt Finnegan x Fem!reader

Characters: Kenny Roper, Walt Finnegan, Dale Douglas, Jake Bradford, Fem!reader, Glen McReynolds, Jay Niles, Alex Brumley, Tyrone Plummer, Billy Autrey, Willoughby

Warnings: SMUT (DNI 18+), pussy eating, blowjob, cowgirl position, reader giving off dom vibes, Finn giving off sub vibes, straight up smutty things, Reader deals with bitches (doesn’t go into too much detail), Finnegan has a crush but doesn’t realize it, Terrifying trio (Roper, Glen, and Finnegan), Reader showing off her bartending skills (even though she’s not a bartender), Roper and Finnegan are little shits, Reader might be a bit of a moody bitch, all she needed was a little bit of (Finnegan) love, Finnegan jokes about their kid and Roper murdering him if he ever found out, Roper and reader call each other names (but it’s all good), everyone knew they we’re gonna get together

Word Count: 4,872

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You grab the last box with a mental reminder to kick your cousins’ ass next time you see the overly cocky boy (because he is no man).

You slam the trunk closed and start heading towards the house... until he comes back.

“How many times have I told you to watch out, dumbass! Before I kick your ass!” You kick his front bumper, glaring at him.

“You mean today,” her cousin smiles at her.

“Shut up, Roper.”

“Someone write that down,” he says over his shoulder.

“That’s number four, so far,” Finnegan (the annoying one from the phone) adds. She clenches her jaw.

“Just watch yourself, alright?”

“You got it.”

You roll your eyes and head inside.

“You sure you can carry that all by yourself!” Roper shouts, leaning against the car, letting Jake and Dale out while Plum gets out from behind Finnegan’s seat.

“I’ve been caring your career on my back ever since we were five! I’d say I’m doing just fine now!”

“That’s cold! And not true!”

“Suck a dick, Roper!”

“Hey,” Glen greets you with a smile.

“Glen.” You pass him, entering the kitchen.

“Oh, don’t give me that attitude now. I thought that was only reserved for Roper.”

“It’s reserved for all assholes.”

“What did I do to earn that pleasant title?”

“Nothing. I’m just bored, don’t you know?”

“Are people talking again?” He asks, his tone becoming serious.

“No,” you shake your head, “and even if people have been, I wouldn’t be telling you.”

“Telling who what?” Finnegan enters the kitchen, standing on the other side of the counter.

“Nothing.” You narrow your eyes at Glen.

“I think that crazy bitch is talking about her again.”

“Oh, Jesus- shut up. Nothing’s going on.”

“We’ll happily send one of the freshmen in-”

“Finnegan-”

“Come on, you know we’d do anything to keep you around.” He adds with a serious smile (one you’ve never seen directed at any of his ladies of the night).

“You’re just hoping to get laid.”

The blond says nothing for a few seconds. “Ah- not necessarily-”

“I’ve brought food and beer. I’m out.”

“Woah! Hey, where you going?” Roper asks, rushing down the stairs.

“I have a few things I need to take care of.”

“Like?” asks your cousin with Glen and Finnegan by his side.

“I’m leaving now.”

Roper sighs, “will we see you later?”

You shake your head, “no.” You turn around, one of the freshman stops in front of you.

He doesn’t know where to move.

You place your hands on his shoulders, turning him around before shoving him into the three.

“You sure you can’t come?” Roper asks again.

“No.” You slam the car door shut and back out.

“She’s so coming,” Finnegan says over his shoulder for the others to hear.

“You’re just hoping to bang my cousin.”

“That’s your cousin?” Jake asks.

“Oh, yeah,” Finnegan confirms. “She’s also off limits.”

Glen nudges Roper, who shakes his head and walks away not wanting to hear about how much Finnegan wants to bang his cousin.

“I didn’t ask,” Jake defends himself.

“And now you don’t have to.”

“Hello,” you answer with little attitude.

“How’s it going?”

“Finnegan?”

“Who else would consider themselves lucky to be in your presence?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“No one because I’m special and I happen to know when I am talking to a beautiful and smart lady such as yourself.”

You chuckle through your nose, “you got the special part right. But, wow, you’re really laying the charm on thick today, aren’t you?”

“For you, I always go above and beyond.”

“Who’s he talking to?” asks Jake.

“Who do you think?” Dale replies.

“And he says he’s not into her.”

Dale nods with a smirk, “you’ve been here less than a day and already know more about his pathetic love life than Finn himself.”

Jake chuckles. “You know what I’m thinking?”

“I sure as hell hope so.”

They start making sex noises.

Finnegan whirls his head around, mustache twitching; his jaw clenched. He aggressively waves for them to leave.

They don’t.

He tilts his head, securing the phone there while he picks up the base and closes the door.

The two can see a smile on his face right before the door slams shut in front of them.

Jake and Dale look back at one another and shake their heads.

“You still breathin’?”

You bring the phone back up to your ear, letting out a puff of air. “I don’t know if I am.”

“You’re sounding pretty good from my end.”

“Must you always suck up to me.”

“Yes, you should know this by now.”

“Who was it?”

“A freshman and Dale.”

“Ah.”

“What?”

“Dale always manages to get a freshman to do some type of shenanigan with him. This isn’t any different.”

“You’re so mean.”

“That’s what I’m known for.”

“Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“Doing this sad bit. It’s not a good look on you.”

“Well, gee, thanks.”

“Hey, hey. I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it. None of us like seeing you sad. I don’t like seeing you sad.”

You gulp, glancing over at the clock. “I gotta go, Finnegan.”

“No, look hey-”

“I’ll see you guys in a few, okay?”

“You sure? You’re not just lying to me to stop our conversation, are you?”

“No, dumbass. I’ll be there before some dick hungry chick can steal you away.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

“Later, Finn.”

“Bye.” He hangs up, setting the phone base on the floor as he sinks down onto his bed. The smile never leaving his face, “she called me Finn.”

“Are you done with the phone?” Billy asks, knocking on his door.

“Take it and go, Beuter.”

“My name is Billy!”

“Okay, how long till the girls start coming around?” You ask, leaning against the wall.

“You’re late,” Roper says.

“I’m still here and I already knew what coach was gonna tell you boys so why do I need a repeat?”

“Alright, you two,” Glen pats Roper’s shoulder. “That’s enough. We have ten minutes before the girls are fashionably late.”

“Wow, you move fast.”

“Not when it counts though,” he winks at you.

You groan in disgust, “I’m leaving you two to fend for yourselves. No wingwoman for you two.”

They let out a string of complaints as you walk away.

You enter the kitchen, seeing Finnegan chatting with a few of the girls who showed up on time. You start making yourself a drink.

“You mind making me a cousin special?”

You smile, seeing Dale holding his cup out for you. “Only you can handle it, Dale.”

“We both know that’s not true but, I can’t stop drinking it.”

You two chuckle.

Finnegan glances over at the two of you and frowns.

The girls start asking questions, distracting him for a few seconds but not enough to get his mind off of you.

“Oh, she’s making the famous cousin drink.” Glen nods in your direction.

“The what?” asks Jake.

“You’ve got to try this man.” Roper hooks his arm around Jake’s neck, bringing him to the kitchen with a few other team members following. “Three more.”

“That’ll cost you,” you tell him.

“Oh, come on.”

“Do freshman get a free drink if it’s their first time trying it?”

You turn to Jake and smile before curling your index finger and thumb, whistling loudly. “Alright, party people. It’s time to gather the freshies so they can try the-”

“COUSIN!”

“It seems you’re all familiar with my concoction. Now, where are my freshman at?”

All the freshman and one of the two newbies stand before you. “You think you boys can handle this?”

“Hell yeah,” Plum says.

“Okay.” You finish making the drinks. “And... enjoy.”

Plum runs out of the kitchen and into the front yard, throwing up.

“That’s one.”

“I prefer screwdrivers.”

“Yeah, well, you’re getting out of your comfort zone right now, Niles.”

“Raw dog.”

“Drink this and shut up.”

Jay drinks it and seems like he’s doing okay.

“Dare I say we have- nope, nevermind.”

Jay’s out in the front yard with Plum.

“Jake, you good man?” Roper glances over at you, you shrug.

Jake chucks his cup onto the floor.

“Yeah!” The whole house cheers him on.

No one has been able to drink your infamous drink and not thrown up the first time except for Glen.

Blumley takes a sip and is out in the front yard with the other two.

“That went better than I expected,” Dale comments.

You nod. “Alright, you boys have fun.”

“Why does it sound like you’re leaving?”

“I’m not, I just need some air.”

“You sure?”

“Yep. Have fun, Dale.” You pass Finnegan and his rodies, he follows completely ignoring them.

You stand in the open doorway of the front door.

“You okay?”

“Shouldn’t you be talking with your rodies?”

“I’m not a musician.”

“Same thing.”

“Did something happen today? You’ve been a little off.”

“I’ll be alright. So... no luck with the clearly easy ladies of the evening?”

He chuckles, staring at his shoes. “Not when I know a pretty girl like you is out here, near the barfers.”

“My hero.”

“I try, I try... I wasn’t lying when I said you look pretty tonight.”

“You say that to everyone.”

“Only those who deserve it.”

“So, everyone?”

“I think you need to get your eyes and ears checked; I only say that to you.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Come on, I want to show you something.”

“Like what?”

He holds his hand out for you to take, a smile stretching across his lips.

“You better not be trying to persuade me into your bed.”

“I would never.”

“Liar.” You grab his hand, letting him lead you up the stairs and through the window that leads to the roof. “Finally, I get to see roofball in action.”

“Roofball?”

“It sounds better than hitting shit off the roof.”

“But it doesn’t sound as fun.”

“And yet, it captured your attention.”

“Damn, you got me.” He grabs a golf club, handing it to you. “My lady?”

“How charming. What’s the goal?”

“Try and beat me.”

“The stakes?”

“You win, I do the team’s laundry for a week. I win, I want a repeat of that night.”

Your shoulders sag thinking about the night when you and he were tipsy and almost slept together during his, Glen, Roper, and Dale’s first year here. “Finnegan-”

“Now, now. I promise you’ll enjoy the night either way.”

You sigh, “fine.”

“Looks like-”

“It’s a tie,” you cut him off.

“What? No, I clearly won.”

“Whatever.”

“Oh, don’t be like that.”

“I’m not being like anything.”

“No, no. Sure, you’re all good.”

“You are such a jerk,” you laugh, staring at him with a wide smile.

“We both know you don’t think that.”

“Well, then what do I think?”

He takes a step closer, standing in front of you; he leans in, switching from one eye to the other. “I think you really want me to give you the Finnegasm special.”

You suck in your lips to keep yourself from laughing.

He can see it, that’s partly why he said it. “You can laugh. It’s okay.”

You burst out laughing, lowering your head on his shoulder with your hand covering your mouth. “Thank... you,” you say between breathes. After a while, you finally calmed down.

“I didn’t realize it was that funny.”

“You’re always funny, Finn.”

You lift your head and lose your breath.

Neither of you say anything.

“I’m just- I'm gonna go inside now,” you point towards the window.

“Oh no, you are not,” he shakes his head.

“And why not?” You challenge him.

“I won fair and square which means you are to abide by the stakes we made prior to starting a game of roofball.”

“I don’t believe I agreed to those terms.”

“Oh, you did,” he takes a step forward, you step back, “when you took your first swing, you knew what you were in for.”

You shake your head, “I don’t think that’s right.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“I’m afraid I don’t believe you.”

The corner of his mouth twitches, “is that right?”

“Yeah,” you nod, unable to look away from him.

“If I kiss you, are you gonna run out of the house?”

“No, no. I’m gonna run into the house with you hot on my tail.”

“Oh.”

“You willing to take that risk?”

“Oh, baby, I am willing to do a lot more than that.”

“Really? If that’s the case, why am I pushed against the wall of this house and not in front of the window.”

“I don’t know where the other guys are at, and I don’t want to get my ass kicked for being the one to spend the night with you.”

“So, everyone likes me?”

“Almost everyone, I’m the only one who likes your attitude.”

“Interesting.”

“Exactly, now.” He steps back, holding his arm out towards the window, “after you, my lady.”

“Charming. Have fun checking out my ass.”

“Oh, I will.”

You push him against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, hiding your face in the crook of his neck when Billy and his friends pass by.

“They’re gone.”

“Hurry up and open the door.”

“So bossy.”

You shove him inside, locking the door behind you. “Why can you never shut your mouth?” You ask, watching as he makes himself comfortable on the bed. “If you think I’m doing all the work here you’re wrong.”

He only offers a smirk and a pat on the bed as an answer.

You roll your eyes, kicking off your heels.

“You wore heels on the roof? How did you not fall off?”

“Who’s to say I haven’t had to run across a roof in heels before?”

“Have you?”

“I think the answers obvious.” You sit down beside him, sitting up with your back against the bed frame.

“Why are you way up there?” He whines.

You roll your eyes, “shut up.”

He scoots closer to you, resting his head on your chest listening to the way your heartbeat speeds up and smiles.

“Are you happy now?” You start scratching his head.

“Maybe.”

“You’re annoying.”

“No,” Finnigan shakes his head. “You’re annoying.”

You let out a fake gasp and shove him off you. “How dare you.”

“How dare I? I’m the one on the floor.”

“Where you belong.”

“That’s mean.”

“Would it be mean if I said, I wonder what you looked like on your knees... in front of me?”

His head drops on the bed, the groan coming from him gives you an answer.

You lay back on the pillows and laugh.

Your eyes snap open when your body is yanked down towards the edge. Your hands wrap around his arms that keep him hovering over you.

“You said something about me on my knees? You dare to make that dream come true?”

“I don’t have to dare if I know you’ll do it.”

He shakes his head. “For someone with so much attitude, you’re awfully confident.”

“That’s because I know you’ll do anything to please me.” You know. You know.

“And here I thought I was being subtle.”

“Subtlety has never been your thing.”

He grins, leaning down kissing along the side of your neck, making sure there’s going to be a hickies for everyone to see. “It could be our thing.”

“You can barely keep your “average” sized dick in your pants enough as it is.”

His head pops up from your collarbone, “so you’ve heard the stories? Impressed?”

You push him away to pull off your jeans. “If you can use it right, I’ll be impressed.”

“Oh, honey. Everyone’s gonna know what we did in here.” He slowly removes your lace underwear.

You let out an unimpressed hum.

“Prepare to be eaten.”

You furrow your brows, “isn’t the phrase, prepare to eat your wor-” Your hands wind up clutching his hair, being careful not to tug on it (too hard). Few noises escape you, making Finnegan determined to make you louder than the music bouncing off the walls.

He keeps one hand on your thigh as his other hand snakes down to your warm slit. He eases one finger in but, it’s not enough.

You whine, thrusting your hips up.

He pulls of your buzzing bundle with a pop, watching as you can’t keep your mouth shut while his thumb circles around your clit and his fingers stretch you, preparing you for him.

He leans over you, smiling at you, “does that feel good, beautiful?”

You nod, babbling out, “yes! Yes! Feels so good!”

“Open your eyes.”

You furrow your brows, unsure if you can do that as you clench around his fingers.

“Open them.”

You don’t.

He sighs, easing up on his pace.

Your eyes snap open, “no.”

“Keep those pretty eyes open for me and you won’t be disappointed.”

“I could,” you take a deep breath. “I could find- any other,” you moan. “Other guy here who- who would help me out.”

He leans down, whispering, “you could but no one can give you the Finnegasm special.” After he says that, he speeds up the pace.

You arch your back, hips thrusting into and against his hand. Your mouth falls open, high pitched moans escape you; one hand clenched in the sheets of his bed and your other hand fists his stupid short sleeve button up.

His mustache tickles your upper lip as he kisses you, swallowing your noises as he tries to quiet you down (not wanting anyone to come in and ruin your guys’ fun). He helps you through your high, your legs shake unable to stay in the position you’re in.

He carefully detaches himself from you, giving you moment to breath. He starts to toe off his shoes, checking on you only to see your covered chest heaving and your gaze still on the ceiling.

He chuckles, “you doing alright?”

“Oh,” you push yourself up, leaning on your elbows. “I’m just peachy.”

He chuckles, “careful there. I might get too cocky.”

Your gaze travels down to the front of his pants, “if what you say is true. I think we’ll be fine.”

“Hey, hey.”

You push yourself off the bed with a smile, “remember, you said you liked my attitude.”

“When it was directed at other people and not at me.”

You unbutton his shirt, not looking up at him. “That sounds more like a you problem.”

“Now you’re just being mean.”

“I’m only extra mean to those I like.” You stare at him through your lashes, shoving his shirt off his shoulders.

He chucks his shoulder off to the side, “so, you’re saying I’m extra special.”

You pull him closer by his belt loops, “I don’t go on a roof in heels for just anyone.”

He smiles and cups your cheek, leaning to kiss you.

You try not to giggle but fail, he pulls back.

“Why are you laughing?”

You shake your head, not saying anything.

“No, seriously. What is it? Is this weird?”

“Definitely not weird, it’s just- your upper lip hair is a little ticklish?”

He nods, “guess I’m gonna have to get used to you laughing.”

“What?”

He takes a step forward, forcing you to take a step back.

The back of your legs hit the edge of the bed.

He’s quick to remove your shirt.

“You’re gonna give me whiplash, I swear.”

“Then I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, beautiful.”

You roll your eyes and crawl into the center of the bed.

He makes his way over you, kissing every inch of you he could. He trails along your breastbone, sucking on the skin (leaving more of his marks behind).

Your hands slide along the back of his shoulders until you cup the sides of his neck pulling his up to look into his dazed eyes. “Take your pants off.”

“So bossy.”

You don’t laugh along with him, and he pecks your lips.

“I like it.” He removes the last piece of clothing and pulls a condom out of the drawer of his nightstand.

“Prepared, were we?”

He shrugs, “you never know.”

“Oh, but you do.”

“You wanna explain to our kid why their Big cousin Roper murdered their dad, go ahead.”

“This would be a lot better if you didn’t talk about my cousin.”

“It would, wouldn’t it?”

You scoff, pulling him closer to distract him with your irresistible lips before shoving him onto the bed.

He settles onto the pillows, placing his hands behind his head. “I could get used to this.”

“Don’t,” you say, slowly sinking down onto his aching cock.

He pulls you closer, wrapping one arm around your waist; the other tangling in your hair.

You slowly move your hips against his, working on finding a good rhythm.

Once you find it, there’s a knock on the door.

“You better- better have locked the- the door.”

His hot breath hits your skin, a faux chuckle is his reply.

You rock your hips against his faster making him let out a quiet moan.

“I did- I did. I’m not letting any- anyone in here, beautiful.”

Dale and Glen have no idea Finnegan and you are together in his room.

They shrug; one goes upstairs and the other aims the coat closet.

“See, they’re gone. Now,” the hand tangled in your hair slides down your body, until it finds your bundle.

A choaked breath escapes you, your hips stutter but Finnegan doesn’t stop he pushes you and helps you move. You rest your head against his shoulder, breath fanning against his hot skin. You inch closer to the side of his neck, taking your time, teasing and marking him.

His hips start snapping up into you, you thrust against him, both of you chasing after your highs.

You can feel yourself close to letting go, wrapping your arms around his neck, hauling him closer.

He starts decorating your soft breasts in his mark, small trails of saliva slowly drying near your nipples.

Your moans continue to get louder, more so as he kisses along the front of your neck, nipping at your chin. You cup his cheek and stare his closed eyes and dazed expression. “Finnegan.”

He doesn’t respond, not wanting to moan or blow his load before you could properly enjoy yourself.

“Finn. Finn,” you gasp.

He groans as you clench around him.

“Finn,” you groan, resting your forehead against his. “Look at me.”

His eyes snap open, all he sees is you. His heartbeat speeds up (shockingly more so than it already is) and he realizes what Beauter is talking about. He gulps at sound of your breathless call of his name slipping off your lips.

“Finnegan.”

“I’m here, beautiful. I’m right here.” He continues to put your pleasure before his own. “I know your close to teetering over the edge.”

A beautifully pathetic, high pitched moan slips through your parted lips before you could stop it.

He smiles, “let go. Let go for me.”

And you do, not quietly (to him, those outside the room still don’t know what’s going on).

Once you catch your breath you realize he still hasn’t finished and carefully pull him out of you. You slowly crawl off the bed, kneeling.

“What are you-”

“Shut up and come here.”

“I don’t think I can move.”

“If you want me to blow you, you’ll come over here.”

He makes his way over to you. “You know you don’t have to-”

“Shut up. You’ll enjoy this,” you remove the condom and slowly stroke him. “Promise.” You wink and kitten lick his leaking head.

His fights the urge to close his eyes, not wanting to miss a thing you’re doing.

You continue to stroke his hard cock while you lick him from his base all the way back up to his tip, repeating that action a few more times before you slowly begin to take him in your mouth.

You place your free hand against his thigh, feeling how tense he is. You slowly bob your head, stroking the rest of what you can’t reach.

He cups the bottom of your chin, watching you through half lidded eyes.

You look up at him, taking note of how close he is to finishing. The hand on his thigh slides off.

He wants to ask what happened but with the way your warm hand cupping him. It takes him a moment to catch his breath, in this moment he wishes he hadn’t looked down to see your tearful eyes and stuffed mouth.

He throws his head back and floods your mouth.

Once he’s finished, you slowly pull off him, a string of saliva being the only thing to keep you two attached until it breaks and lands on neck and chin.

He huffs, “wow.”

“Wow?” You rest your hands on his thighs, bringing yourself closer to him. “Have I made the Finnegan speechless?”

He smiles, pecking you on the lips once before hauling you up so the two of you can catch your breath. “I feel like the Astros are gonna make it to the World Series.” He watches you, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

You tilt your head up, “you say they every year.”

“I’m serious.”

“You said the same thing last time.”

“Don’t be mean,” he pouts.

“It’s all part of my charm.”

He offers a sarcastic chuckle in return.

You cover your eyes, the sun seeping through his window keeps you awake. You sigh and try to climb out of bed only to find yourself trapped with nowhere to go.

His arm slips off you when he turns, rolling over onto his side.

You grab whatever you could find off the floor to cover yourself (and prevent the other players from the second house to catch a peek). You turn around, seeing the mess you two made thankfully just both of your clothes.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your head snaps over towards Finnegan. “You’re up early.”

You sit at the edge of the bed.

“I don’t want to be, but I lost my personal heater.”

You smack his chest. “You know you love it.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Don’t be mean to me or I might try to kiss you.”

You ignore him, reaching for his shirt and your pants. “I’m leaving.”

“Don’t leave.”

“I have to or else I’m kicking someone’s ass.” You turn around, buttoning one more button before opening the door.

A gasp mixed with a chuckle escapes you; you reach behind you to push him away. “Finn! Stop!” You giggle.

His places his hands on your thighs, holding you still. “I’m sorry, I thought you said kiss your ass. I was happy to oblige.”

“Get off me, you dork.”

“I’m afraid not.”

“And, why’s that?”

“This is too good of a view to give up.”

You scoff and shove him away.

Dale, Glen, and Jake turn their heads at the sound of the door hinges creaking.

No one says anything. “If any of you say anything-”

“You’ll what?” Glen asks.

“I’ll kick your ass.” You spin around, poking Finnegan in the chest, whispering, “I swear, if you try to do what you just did, I will hurt you.”

He offers a cheeky smile in return.

“What are you three doing up? It burn peeing, already?”

Glen gives you a dry laugh. “Funny, should we assume the same?”

“Harsh, Glen. Harsh... where’s Roper?”

“Right here.”

Your eyes snap to the top of the stairs. “Hey, Rope.”

“Hey, slut,” he says with a smile.

“We all know you’re the biggest slut here.”

“And proud of it.”

“So, you’re not gonna kick my ass?” Finnegan asks, standing behind you.

Neither of you realized it but he interlocked your fingers with his.

“It’d be easier to hear you two together than giving each other sex eyes.”

“Whatever.”

“Now that, that’s taken care of. If you’ll just excuse us.”

Your pulled back and the door is shut.

“I didn’t realize I signed up for a horn dog.”

“It was part of the package deal.”

“Really?” You ask with a raised brow.

“Yep.”

“For some reason, I don’t believe it.”

He shrugs.

“Were you seriously standing behind me in your underwear?”

“I can’t find my pants.”

“Did you even look?”

“N- hey! This isn’t about me, alright?”

“What’s it about then?”

“Your hot and I’m horny. If you think about it, the math adds up.”

You purse your lips, marching towards the door, shaking your head, “nope.”

You shove Finnegan into Dale’s arms. “He’s your problem.”

Dale shakes his head, pushing his fellow teammate off him. “Not when he’s like this.”

“Rub one out!” You shout, looking through the fridge.

“Rub it for me!”

“Why am I still here?” Roper walks out of the house, sitting on the front porch, chuckling at the sight of the guys sleeping on the grass.

“Hey,” he shouts your name. “They’re still out here,” he chuckles.

“No way,” you run to the porch.

You slap your hands together, throwing your head back as you let out a hearty laugh. “Oh, this is amazing.”

“Not as amazing as-”

“Go back into your room, horn dog.”

Everyone but Finnegan laughs.

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topguncortez · 2 years ago

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hello friend! can i get pinterest nsfw prompts by lilithmemes "youre so cute i could just eat you out" with finnegan please? ❤️

side note: this prompt definitely reminds me of when finn says he majors in cunnilingus and he sometimes feels like hes just buried in work 💀

pairing: Walt "Finn" Finnegan x Female!Reader warnings: suggestive language, Finn is a cocky mf and needs to be put in his place, smutty. Note: based kinda on a thread between me and @sebsxphia Master prompts list!

"You've been avoiding me."

The voice made you roll your eyes as you felt his arm go around your shoulders. You didn't even need to look to see who it was, but you did anyway and were met with the ridiculous porn stache on his upper lip. His blonde hair was styled to perfection, knowing Finnegan, he probably went and got a Farrah Faucet blow-out earlier this morning.

"I know I have," You said back and pushed his arm off of you.

You and Finn had a love hate relationship, stronger on the hate side of things. You couldn't stand the cocky third baseman. Maybe it was the larger than life Texas attitude or the cocksure smile and wink that he gave every girl that walked through the door to the baseball house. But for some reason, the sight of Walt Finnegan made your skin crawl.

"Oh don't be like that," Finn said, giving you a faux pout, "You wound me, babygirl."

You rolled your eyes again, "What do you want?"

"What makes you think I want something from you? I was just standing over there with my lovely friends Jake and Dale," Finn pointed to the two baseball players on the other side of the kitchen, who waved at you, "and could see that you are carrying this tension in your shoulders, which is not good. It can lead to back problems, and ugh, I'd hate to see a pretty girl like you have a hunchback."

"FINN!" You yelled and slapped his arm.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm just trying to help you. You know, I'm majoring in cunnilingus, and I am very dedicated to my work. Many studies show that there is a direct link between orgasms and tension relief,"

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest as you listened to Finn rattle off some statistic (which was partially made up). You and Finn had hooked up regularly, and you'd never admit it out loud, but it was some of the best sex you'd had in your life. Finn knew what he was doing, which added to the hate that you had for him.

"You done?" You said, interrupting him, having zoned out halfway through his speech on how he studies the Art of the Female Orgasm.

Finn smiled, giving you that megawatt beautiful smile, "You're so cute, I could just eat you out." A shiver went through your body and heat pooled between your legs. You looked around the kitchen, seeing his teammates busy with their own conversations. You grabbed the red solo cup that was in front of you and downed it. Finn smirked, knowing how this works and grabbed a bottle of vodka, taking a swig for himself.

"Come on," You grab his hand and pull him towards the DTF room.

#everybody wants some!!#finnegan imagine #Finnegan fan fic #finnegan fan fiction #finnegan x reader #finnegan x y/n #finnegan x you #walt finnegan #walt finn finnegan #everybody wants some!! imagine

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djs8891 · 4 months ago

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Awwwww 🥹

They’re adorable.

And I get where she’s coming from. I had a couple relationships sort of like theirs freshman year of college. Big feelings are difficult to navigate when you’re 18.

I’m glad they found their way back together.