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What about finn x reader x damian;)

A/N: I'm not sure if it was smut you wanted or not anon but that's the path I ended up taking with this (I'm so sorry lmao) Title: Friendly Competition Pairing: Damian Priest x AFAB!Reader x Finn Balor Word Count: 1,650 Warnings: Smut, swears

Damian and Finn stare at each other in the heat of the moment, as though they’re simultaneously trying to register that this is happening and that they’ve both agreed to even go through with this with you tonight. To tell the truth, though, you have been rather sly with it all as the weeks, even months have gone by.

You’ve known all too well that both men have had their eye on you for a while now - just as you’ve been wanting both of them, too - and you’ve had them both eating out of the palm of your hand with every lingering touch, passing flirtatious comment, and fuck-me gaze you’ve respectively thrown their way that’s eventually led up to this moment.

The energy in the room right now is electric, a mixture of lust and pure excitement fizzling in the air. Damian and Finn both stand before you, stripped down to their boxers while you’re laying back on the bed in your own underwear, propping yourself up on your elbows as you look on at them both with a self-satisfied smirk on your lips as you revel in every single second of it.

There’s nothing wrong with a bit of friendly competition if it comes down to that, right?

“Oh, come on. Don’t look so nervous!” you giggle and lick your lips whilst ogling the two men in front of you, “Nothing we say or do leaves this room. Promise.”

You turn serious when you tell them the latter, and they can both sense the sincerity in your voice as they give each other a knowing glance followed by a nod of affirmation. They both still seem somewhat uncertain, probably more worried about their friendship drastically altering once the dust settles after this encounter, but their bodies react in a way that sends across a different message altogether.

You can see the outlines of their cocks through their boxers, both rock solid and begging to be freed, and knowing that it’s you that’s gotten them this worked up is enough in itself to make your pussy twitch and throb in anticipation.

“I’m serious, man,” Damian gives Finn a pointed stare, “If you ever try talking to me about this-”

“I won’t! C’mon, we’ll never speak of it. Never leaves this room.”

Finn reassures his friend, and after deciding they’ve wasted more than enough time when you’re sitting there half naked and waiting for them to make a move, they finally take the initiative and kick things off.

Any remaining apprehension seems to have now dissipated, with Damian smirking and sliding his boxers down while Finn mimics this. Both men are now fully exposed, their erect cocks standing at full attention to press against their stomachs while your gaze flits between them both, not knowing which one to focus on more.

Finn is the first to close the distance between you, pacing over to the bed to join you as he gently nudges you back to lay flat on the sheets. He towers over you, reaching out for you as he slides a calloused hand over a bra-clad breast and leans in to kiss and nip at your neck, earning a soft gasp and groan from you at the sensation.

Damian, however, is quick enough to sink to his knees at the foot of the bed, turning his attention to tugging your panties down and discarding them off to one side before he’s nudging your legs apart to expose your already glistening pussy to him.

He buries his face between your legs, flicking your clit with his tongue while Finn’s lips trail along your jawline before they meet your own for a passionate kiss. Damian’s skillful tongue finds a rhythm that soon has you panting, and Finn earns a moan from you in response when he tugs your bra down with one hand to free your tits and brush his thumb over your nipple.

“How’s that feel, hm?” Finn momentarily breaks the kiss to purr in your ear, “He makin’ you feel good?”

Words fail you in this moment, and you simply whimper in hopes of it being perceived as one of a positive response to Finn’s question despite the fact it may have only been rhetorical to begin with.

The room is filled with the wet sounds of your combined exploration, your moans and their grunts and growls mingling in an erotic symphony. Damian continues to lap up every last drop of your essence, leaving you writhing in Finn’s arms where you lay on the bed, but it isn’t until you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the precipice of your orgasm that Damian abruptly halts his ministrations altogether and rises back to his feet to stand at full height.

You whine at the sudden loss of contact, agitated that he’d ripped your sweet release away from you when you were right there, but you’re very quick to forgive and forget when clarity hits you and you lock eyes with Damian.

“Not yet, baby. Wanna feel you cum around my cock instead.”

Damian is quick to placate you. He stands before you, his thick cock in his hand, stroking himself while he gives Finn a silent nod of the head. Finn seemingly understands the signal, and he pulls away from you, repositioning himself to kneel in front of you on the bed instead.

Finn gently pulls you up, repositioning you on all fours on the bed instead. He laces his fingers through your hair with one hand, giving it a gentle tug to angle your head and force you to gaze up at him while his other hand languidly strokes his cock.

“Go on, suck it.”

He commands, his voice thick with need. You don’t hesitate in wrapping your lips around the head, suckling lightly at first before you start taking him deeper, eager to please him, and you definitely deliver. Finn groans and keeps his fingers in your hair, lightly encouraging you to take even more of him while he subtly thrusts into your mouth and mutters out strings of praises that you don’t quite catch.

“You ready, baby? Gonna put it in now, okay?”

Damian asks from behind you, stepping forward with his cock in his hand before rubbing the head along your folds, now glistening from your juices, and lining himself up at your entrance. He’s still watching you with Finn, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of your head bobbing up and down his length, taking him in and out of your mouth.

Finn’s eyes meet Damian’s momentarily as the two men look up at the same time, the fierce desire in each man’s eyes only serving to fuel their respective anticipation. Damian pushes into you with one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt with a deep moan.

Albeit muffled, a whine escapes you, the sensation of being filled by both men in different ways overwhelming you. Finn’s hand tightens in your hair, pulling you further down on his cock while Damian takes you from behind, both men’s groans of pleasure mingling with your own increasingly desperate moans.

You can barely take it much longer, trailing one hand between your legs to rub at your clit while the other darts between the bed and Finn’s thigh in an attempt to keep yourself upright. Tears of sheer bliss begin to streak your cheeks as the duo find a brutal rhythm, their lust only escalating as they completely lose themselves in the pleasure.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as Damian relentlessly fucks you from behind, and your fingers dig into Finn’s thighs while you gag around his cock. Your nimble fingers rub deft circles around your clit, desperately willing yourself to tip over the edge at long last.

Damian feels it, too. He knows how close you are, and it only makes him fuck into you even harder, his movements more aggressive in his attempt to get you exactly where you want and need to be.

“Oh, you gonna cum?” Finn pants out, “Tap or squeeze my thigh twice if you’re gonna cum, yeah?”

He asks, and not even a full second passes by before you’re fulfilling his request. This only fuels Finn more, his own thrusts growing erratic as the head of his cock bumps the back of your throat repeatedly to elicit even more audible gags from you.

It’s all too much for you. The coil within you finally snaps, giving you quite possibly the most intense orgasm you can recall experiencing. Your walls clench and convulse around Damian’s cock while your cries of pure ecstasy are muffled by Finn’s, your eyes screw shut and you see nothing but hot, white light as you ride out your orgasm.

The feeling of you vice-gripping Damian’s cock is all it takes for him. He cums with a guttural groan, slumping himself over your back but stopping you from taking the brunt of the weight at the same time as he spills himself inside you, while Finn’s hot seed coats the back of your throat while his cock twitches and pulses in your mouth when he finally hits his peak, and you do him the courtesy of swallowing every last drop.

You slump forward slightly, barely catching your balance as you begin coming down from your high, withdrawing your mouth from Finn’s cock to finally catch your breath properly. Damian pulls out of you, slipping off to the side to collapse onto the bed to your left. Finn slumps back towards the headboard, both men's’ breathing ragged as they take a well deserved breather before you all clean up.

Though you’re all breathless and spent right now, too exhausted to fully register what’s transpired, one thing is certain - though nothing said and done will ever leave this room, it’s certainly not an evening any of you will soon forget.

[kewpiekitty]

character(s): Finn Mertens

tags: fluff, female reader, female pronouns

synopsis: finn and reader play along with BMO's role-play and end up getting captured before finn can confess his feelings.

“Are you sure I have to wear this dress, BMO?” I question, looking down at the long F/C dress adorning my body. “Of course, Y/N! How else would you become THE Princess Cottontail?” He says, grabbing a small plastic tiara and handing it to me. “You can’t forget the crown either! It’s what makes a princess.” I gently take the tiara from him and place it on my head. ‘Not what I usually go for, but it isn’t too shabby.’

BMO had asked me and Finn (more like bribed us with sentient sammiches) to roleplay as a fearsome bandit known as Jackrabbit Johnson and a beautiful princess named Princess Cottontail. How could I not play along with him? Plus, being a part of his play gives me some time to hang out with Finn. We haven’t really been seeing much of each other recently.

As I fiddle with the corset on top of my dress, I notice Finn pop into the kitchen. “BMO I was thinking, what if Jackrabbit Johnson wears two— He pauses and stops in his tracks. “Finn? You good, buddy?” I ask, concerned, while walking towards him, taking note of his cheeks that are dusted with red. The fake mustache is noticeable on his face; it looks like it had been drawn on with a marker, which makes me laugh a bit thinking about it.

“Y-yeah, I’m great! We should probably get going, right?” He stumbles over his words a bit but quickly regains his composure. I sigh thinking about the long journey it’ll take to get to the waiting spot. “Hmm, you’re probably right. Let’s get going dude.”

Finn grabs the basket and holds out a hand for me. “M’lady.” He says, giving me a small wink. Which looks more like a blink due to his eyepatch. I laugh and take his hand, using the other one to hold up my dress. Waving goodbye to BMO, Finn leads us out of the treehouse. We thought it’d be best to leave early in the morning since we had no clue when this adventure would end.

Pale purples and blues paint the early morning sky, while fluffy clouds begin to roll in. The sun begins to rise, adding a beautiful orange into the mix of soft colors, making it look like a delicate painting. My hair and dress begin to flutter and sway due to the cool breeze rolling in. “It’s a gorgeous morning today, right?” I question while not taking my eyes off of the view in front of me.

“It’s absolutely gorgeous.” I hear him say. Unknowing that the words that left his mouth weren’t directed towards the morning sky.

We finally arrive at Dirtwater Flat. It took us a few hours to get here, but it was nice to get to talk to Finn and catch up. We attempt to play a few games to pass the time. “Rock, paper, scissors…SHOOT!" We both exclaim. I sigh in defeat, having Finn beat me with his rock sign.

“Gosh darn it! How are you so good at this, dude?” I say dramatically, throwing a hand over my forehead.

He chuckles and shrugs, putting his hands behind his head. “I’ve been around, ma’am. I’ve played these games with all kinds of cowboys.” He says, attempting to do a country accent. I burst out laughing, holding my stomach.

“You know, I really missed getting to hang out with you like this, Finn.”

He looks at me and gives me a nervous smile. “Me too, Y/N. I’m sorry we haven’t gotten to see each other much. I’ve been dealing with a whole lot of crazy biz.” He sighs and looks down, giving off a tired and seemingly defeated aura.

I frown and scoot closer to him, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you don’t need to explain yourself to me, dude. I know all about crazy biz.”

“Yeah, but—“

“Finn. It’s okay, I promise you. I’ve been doing just fine without you.” I joke and playfully hit his shoulder. His smile starts to come back, but I can still see a hint of hesitancy on his face.

As the day goes on and turns into evening, the heat begins to get stronger. The heat from the sun was killing me, and this darn dress wasn’t making it any better. “How long do you think we’ll be out here for?” I ask Finn while wiping the sweat off my forehead. He plops down next to me after finishing off another sandwich. “Your guess is as good as mine, Ms. Cottontail.” He says, grabbing another sandwich from the basket and handing it to me. I chuckle and grab it from him, taking a bite from it.

I prop myself up against the rock we’ve been hiding behind for shade. As the sun sets, the heat begins to die down as well. I take off my crown and put my hair up to cool off.

“I don’t think I was able to tell you before, but that dress looks amazing on you.” Finn says while sheepishly looking away. I feel my face grow hot with his small compliment. ‘I doubt he means anything by it; he always compliments the other princesses.’

“Well, thank you, sir. I guess you aren’t as bad as all the other bandits, huh?” I laugh and pull my knees up to my chest. He laughs at my attempt to play along with our characters.

“Y/N... I actually wanted to tell you something ever since this morning.” His voice trembles as he tries to push his words out.

“What’s up, dude?”

“Well, I wanted to tell you that I—“

Then everything becomes pitch black, and I slip into unconsciousness.

I wake up to the sound of fire crackling and someone's voice.

“Getting kicked out of the guild of assassins? Check.”

“Capturing my first bounty and lost princess? Check.”

“Going to Finn and Jake’s treehouse and getting revenge? Unchecked.”

“Finn and Jake’s treehouse? Why do you want to get revenge?”

Our captor reveals themself as Me-Mow. Before Finn could ask more questions, BMO and Jake finally arrived and blew our cover. They distract each other, which gives me enough time to try to whip out my dagger and cut us loose. Before I can grab it, sparks from the fire burn through Finn’s ropes and set him free.

He puts a finger to his lip, indicating for me to be quiet. He unties me and grabs my waist, hoisting me off of the horse. I get close to his face and kiss his cheek.

“My hero.” I whisper into his ear.

His face gets red, and he avoids making eye contact with me. “N-no problem, p-princess.” He stutters out. Before I can make fun of him for it, we hear yelling.

“I’m coming for you!”

Before Me-Mow can actually get to BMO, Finn comes up behind them and hits them over the head with a rock.

Once they’re knocked out, we ride back to the Candy Kingdom to put our “bounty hunter�� behind bars.

“So…Finn.” I started

“What is it that you wanted to tell me before we got knocked out?”

Finn’s face became red, and he started wiping his hands on his shirt.

“I…just wanted to t-tell you that, uhm…”

“todaywas greatandIreallymissedhangingoutwithyouandIkinda sortaofloveyoualot!” He exclaims, putting his hands over his face and groaning.

I gently grab his hands from off his face and hold them. Inching towards him so much so that I can feel the heat from his face.

“I had a lot of fun today too, Finn. It was fun getting to hang out, just the two of us.” I say as I put my hand on his cheek and close whatever distance was left between us. I place my lips on his and wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Our faces part, and he stands there, starstruck, trying to think of something to say.

“I kinda sorta love you a lot too.” I laugh and punch his chest.

He stands still in disbelief, mouth agape.

“Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Maybe then we can go on a proper date without getting captured.” I smirk, starting to walk away, but I turn around to kiss him one more time.

“Y-yeah! Don’t count on it though!” Finn yells behind me and laughs, still in a daze, watching as I walk away.

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[ushijima-stits]

SARMASSOPHOBIA {FINN MERTENS X FEMALE! READER}

sarmassophobia- /sa:mæs∂u’f∂ubi∂;/ noun a fear of dating and relationships.

“if you believe in love but you love too fiercely that it hurts sometimes and you’re afraid of that hurt as anyone should be.” “if you love someone, you’re going to lose them, sometime, somehow,” “yes. Quite possibly, but we love any way don’t we?”

-CN-Cartoon Network-Adventure Time-Adventure Time x Reader-finn x reader-modern au-high school au-teenromance-cliché-short story-fluff-angst

[the-great-imagines-of-1812]

Being Luke Skywalker’s Daughter would include...

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Being Luke Skywalker’s Daughter would include...

+ I’d like to think that you are a little older than Ben, but not by so much so maybe just like year or two or even a couple of months

+ your mom left you and Luke when you were little (i actually don’t know what happened to Luke’s S/O, i’m making something up)

+ Since your mom left, Luke enlisted Han and Leia’s help to raise you

+ It was all good 

+ When Ben was born, you were so excited and loved having him around 

+ And when you guys were a bit older, Ben looked up to you

+ You both are basically best friends

+ Carrying on

+ Besides Leia, Han and Ben, you and your dad where on your own

+ You two were close

+ Having light saber fights with stick you find on the ground

+ Having girl talks with Aunt Leia

+ So you and Ben go training with Luke at the same time

+ But your dad had still been teaching you about the ways of the force and the Jedi since you were a little kid, so you were more advanced

+ When you and Ben go build your light sabers, his is the classic blue and yours is a stunning purple

+ Training and learning the ways of the Jedi would be the most fun

+ I think that Luke would be a strict teacher but like would have a soft spot/ make an exception for you and Ben, but still teach you well

+ Since your older than Ben, you complete your training earlier, gaining the rank of Jedi Knight

+ (Luke was emotional)

+ You help your dad train the students

+ And you also help Ben train extra after a day of lessons 

+ Due to this, you were the first one to see Ben become more and more aggressive

+ You confront him about it, but he tells you its nothing

+ You also tell your dad about it

+ He grows increasingly worried too

+ Your discussing this same thing with your dad the day Ben sets fire to the Jedi Temple

+ He tells you to grab as much stuff of yours and his as you can and run, run and run until you can’t see the the temple anymore

+ You give him a hug and take off

+ You eventually make your way back to Han and Leia’s place and tell them what happened 

+ Leia somehow already felt it, but Han is distraught

+ You move in with them

+ You comforted Leia when he left, and helped her start The Resistance

+ You miss your father, but keep strong because it what he would’ve wanted

+ You became her second in command

+ You also led your own Squadron, Green Squadron 

+ You accompany Poe, who was your best friend at this point, on the mission to find the map that led to your dad, on Jakku

+ Unluckily, both you and Poe get captured by the First Order

+ While your both being tortured for information

+ You feel an awkward sense of familiarity around Kylo Ren

+ When he took his mask off, you gasped 

+ It was Ben

+ He talks to you softer than he does to Poe, though still with a rather harsh tone, still sort of looking up to you after all these years

+ Poe and you are rescued by an FN-2187, a storm trooper who wants to refuse the First Order’s demands and help you two escape

+ You all cram yourself into a TIE fighter, with FN and Poe flying the thing while you controlled the main guns 

+ “What’s your name, trooper?” you asked him

+ “FN-2187″ he answered “The only name they ever gave me” he said with a slight smile, while still flying the ship precisely

+ “Well we don’t like that.” said Poe. “How about Finn?” 

+ “I like that!” Finn said “What about you guys?”

+ “I’m Y/N, this is Poe” you said

+ “Nice to meet you Finn!” Poe said

+ “Nice to meet you too, guys!”

+ Unfortunately, the TIE crashes on Jakku

+ You and Poe wake up at the same time, but there is no sight of Finn for miles

+ You both come to the conclusion that he’s gone

+ And thankful for him to help you guys escape

+ You were able to get a ship and return to The Resistance

+ Leia was glad to have you guys back, her best pilots

+ When Maz calls for help on Takodana, you and Poe are the first ones to volunteer your squadrons 

+ And you go, where is fortunately where you find Finn again, and reunite with Finn, in a hug

+ Finn gives vital information to the Resistance, and they plan out the way to rescue Rey and destroy The Finalizer

+ When the mission is done, Rey approaches you with the news of her going to find your dad

+ You were training in the forest with your light saber

+ When you hear her voice “Y/N? Y/N Skywalker?”

+ You freeze up and turn around to face her

+ You turn of the sharp purple blade and answer “Yes? You must be Rey” you finished, shaking her hand

+ “I wanted to ask you to come with me to find your father. You know the mission?”

+ “Of course I  know” she backs away

+ you sigh “But I’ll go. I need to see him again”

+ You say your goodbyes to Poe and Finn, although he’s in a coma 

+ You give one last goodbye to your Aunt Leia

+ “Bring him home, Y/N. He is the only one who may be able to save Ben.”

+ “ I will Aunt Leia. I promise I’ll try.”

+ She gives you a kiss on your forehead

+ And you leave with Rey, to find your dad

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[theshelbyclan]

Childhood Sweethearts

Summary: You and Finn had been together for a while now and it was all going great. The only problem was, all of the brothers didn’t know yet

A/N: Requested by a lovely anon: hey can i request a Finnxreader where Finn got her pregnant and her brothers come in the Garrison with guns and all and are like "We dont care who you. That you're a shelby, but you got her pregnant and you're gonna marry her" and than Finn has to explain to his bros that he is kinda dating her for a year and some fluff please??? I got so many requests for my baby Finn and I’m ignoring how they changed him in season 5. Hope you like it!

Words: 2605

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When you’d first met Finn, he’d been boxing. You had only been fourteen at the time and he was only thirteen, but he was a Shelby, so there were expectations. “Call yourself a Shelby?” the owner had kept on shouting out at him. And you could see Finn was really trying, but he just wasn’t that type of Shelby. 

Your brothers were at the gym as well, which is why you were there. Women weren’t allowed, no exceptions. Well, except little sisters. You were let in when you came to pick them up and the youngest Shelby sister couldn’t be kept away, but apart from that, no women allowed.

And then it’d happened. Arthur went feral, everyone went crazy and Finn reacted like no one else could. And you watched him, calmly, but with interest. Afterwards, you handed him a towel. He suddenly looked young, not at all like he had seemed while fighting, and he’d said: “No women allowed.” You had smirked and replied, “Then go.” *** And so the two of you had become friends. First it had just been talking on the streets about brothers and life in general. Because if there was one thing the two of you had in common, it was the burden of having too many older brothers. While the Shelby’s had big plans with young Finn, yours seemed to want to keep you ‘sweet and innocent’ for as long as possible. Neither fit the pair of you really.

“What would you do?” Finn asked you one day, “You know, if you could do anything.” “Hmm…” you thought out loud, while trying to balance on some forgotten piece of scrap, “I could open a salon, or make ice-cream all day, or I could fly a hot-air balloon to Paris!” You were always the one making up stories and Finn would just sit there and listen. He was definitely the quiet one. In his world of chaos and violence, he could do with a bit of imagining. “I could buy a camel!” you laughed out loud, “Go to Egypt dressed as a man and raid one of the pyramids. I’d become the richest woman alive and no one would ever even know that it was all stolen, including my fake name.”

Finn grinned, “You’d probably get away with it too…” “Or, I could steal some expensive jewels and seduce the man guarding them,” you spun around a lantern post feigning seducing it, “I’d kiss him when he’d catch me and tell him I’ll split the profit with him. I’d say to meet me in Paris at midnight, but never show up. Then, years later, after I’ve come back from Mexico…” “Mexico?” Finn called out, enjoying this story way too much. “Mexico, obviously, where I’ve been hiding?” you replied with a face like it was obvious, “After Mexico, I’d go back to find this man and tell him to follow me. He would, of course, and I’d tell him to meet me in London. Then, and this is the best bit, I go back to Paris to get the jewels and blame it on him!” Finn grabbed your hand and spun you around, both laughing, “Y/N? Ever thought of becoming a Peaky Blinder?” “That!” you joked, “If I could do anything, I’d take over the Peaky Blinders and…” “Move to Mexico,” he finished. “Move to Mexico,” you said softly, because the two of you were suddenly no longer dancing. Standing closely, noses almost touching, you were, for the first time, lost for words. “Ask me,” Finn practically whispered. You raised your eyebrows slightly in question. “Ask me, Y/N,” he repeated, “What I would do if I could do anything.”

You indulged, “What would you do, Finn?” “I’d marry you.” “But we’re only fourteen,” you blushed a little. He was completely serious however. The two of you were always laughing and playing, but his eyes were no longer sparkling with childhood joy. Something else had settled in there, “Then I’ll wait, for now.” After that one evening, the two of you became inseparable. ***

Sneaking out at night was easy, especially after the two of you just watched how Ada did it. As you got older, your games of truth or dare became more and more dangerous. Late at night, you met in dangerous places and together, you grew up at midnight. Making love under the bridge, kissing quickly in the Garrison when no saw and holding hands under the table, it was all still a game to you. But the love, that was real, and it only kept on growing. How no one found out about it was a miracle and a tragedy at the same time. You’d grown up with five older brothers and a part of you now wondered if they even acknowledged your existence. Surely, you two were not that subtle? And besides, you had the horrible habit of talking too much and had often divulged a little, but they never picked up on it. Guess they were too busy with their own lives, which was just as well, because loving a Shelby was not a preferable situation. But sneaking off to secret rendezvous was easy, concealing love was also manageable, but hiding a belly with a baby inside of it? That was going to be hard. “They are literally going to kill me, Finn,” you sobbed. Why did you even sob? You never cried before. “Don’t worry,” he put his arms around you and spoke soft and lovingly, “They’ll kill me, not you.”

“That is not fucking helpful!” “I know,” he looked down, “Sorry…” The two of you were sitting in a closed Garrison. Luckily, the pub was never truly closed for a Shelby. Here you could find some peace at least and no one there to disturb you. “A baby though, Y/N,” you could see the sparkle in his eyes, “Our little baby!” You sighed deeply, “I don’t think you understand how serious this is.” “I don’t think you understand how wonderful this is!” “Finn…” “No,” he interrupted you, which he never ever did, “We made that.We did. Like, I loved you so much and you put up with me for so long and then this happened. Can you imagine? That’s amazing, isn’t it?” You couldn’t help but smile at his awkwardness and excitement, “Someone did tell you where babies come from, right?” He smiled broadly and kissed you suddenly. “Finn?” you asked, a little unsure, “I think my mum knows I’m pregnant.” “How would she know?” “She knows these things,” you shrugged, “She had seven kids.” Finn frowned, “What do we do?” “Well, if she knows, we’ll find out soon enough.” You hadn’t even finished your sentence properly, when a loud noise came from the door of the Garrison and five big men walked in. They didn’t look pleased. “On your feet, boy!” one of them bellowed. Finn had no idea what to do, so he decided it would be best to get up.

“This him?” one of your brothers now turned to you.

You nodded solemnly, “This is indeed Finn Shelby.” Another asked, “This the one that knocked you up?”

“That’s a charming way of putting it…” you protested. “Well, how do you want us to put it?” “You could ask me if I’m alright?” you suggested, “Or: is this the boy of your dreams? Or: is this the man who will take you to Mexico? Or…” “Alright, we get the fucking idea, Y/N,” your eldest brother interrupted you, “No need to get poetic about it.” From the corner of your eye, you could see Finn had sat back down again. While you and your brothers continued arguing, he started downing whiskey. Did you blame him? Not really, what else was there for him to do but wait really.

And suddenly one of your brothers turned away from you and pointed at Finn, “Right, now I know you’re a Shelby and we know how you do things!” “Do things?” Finn genuinely didn’t understand. “You’ll not be taken our sister to some fucking doctor.” “Finn wouldn’t,” you quickly said, “He’s not like that.” Finn still didn’t understand though. “You don’t even know him,” your brother said, “Just because he fucked you…” “Oi!” Finn called out suddenly, lifting one hand to his cap. But your brothers were big and annoyed, so they picked Finn up like it was nothing and simply placed him outside the pub. If you weren’t pregnant and miserable, you could’ve died of laughter.

“Okay, listen…” you started, but they didn’t let you finish. Through the door they started shouting at Finn about taking responsibility and pretty soon you decided it was no use trying to get them to listen. So you rolled your eyes, sat back and waited for the storm to be over. And then there were more voices coming from outside the pub and you sat up to try and get a look at them. An angry voice seemed to be reprimanding Finn and a calm, low voice kept on interrupting the other. Without warning, the three oldest Shelby brothers barged in. Now, this was all you needed: more brothers in the room. There were eight now, all yelling, and slowly, you could see Finn moving back in through the door. You two exchanged glances, admitting defeat and decided to just wait.

“I don’t give a fuck who you people are…” one of your brothers was now actually screaming. “Let’s not play games, eh?” Tommy replied calmly, “You know exactly who we are.” “He will do the fucking right thing!” “And he will!” “That little rat may have thought he could just have his way with her and not carry the consequences...” “WHO THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU CALLING A RAT…” Finn crept down next to you and leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Should we tell them?” “How?” you mouthed back, “They’re kind of busy right now, wouldn’t you think?” “Let’s wait,” Finn suggested. So, the two of you got back to watching eight grown men bicker like small children.

“This was never her idea!” “Wasn’t Finn’s either, he doesn’t even know how to spell his own name, isn’t that right, Arthur!” “She’s nineteen! She’s just a child!” “She might be your sister, but she’s a grown woman.” “Okay, why the fuck are we talking about Y/N? Heis responsible and he is going to marry her.” “I agree,” Tommy suddenly said. So, Finn decided this was the best time to try again, “Actually, if you’d all listen for a second…” “I think you’ve done enough, mate,” one of your loudest brothers interrupted quickly. “But, me and Y/N…” Then Arthur was the one to push his little brother back in his seat, “Shut up Finn and let us handle this. Full of frustration, the youngest Shelby sat back down, only to stand back up again. He picked up another bottle of whiskey and started pacing the room a little. “Stay off the whiskey, Finn!” one of his brothers scolded, “Here, eat this,” and he handed him an apple. With eyes wide, he stared at the sudden piece of fruit in his hand and exclaimed, “I’m not a fucking child anymore, John.” But his brother just winked and said, “Apparently,” and went back to arguing. So Finn walked and bit his nails and paced and pondered and decided there was nothing left to do, but eat the apple and jump in the Cut.And you couldn’t help yourself. A small giggle escaped you mouth and soon after you could no longer contain yourself and burst out laughing. “What’s the matter with you?” Finn hissed. “Don’t know…” you hiccupped, “but by the time they’ve finished I’ve already given birth probably!” And out of nowhere, all the brothers fell silent. Tommy, as always, took the word, “Right, this is how we’ve decided to do it…” “You’vedecided?” you repeated angrily. “Shut up, Y/N, you’re in enough trouble as it is,” one of your brothers bit.

But the great Thomas Shelby held up a hand and silenced the room with a gesture, “We’ve decided that the two of you are getting married. Now, you might hardly now each other, but the damage is done, eh?” “Actually…” “Finn, shut up, I’m still talking. Now, don’t worry Y/N, Finn will take good care of you. And Finn, you do the deed, you pay the consequences. The marriage is in a fortnight. Congratulations.” The room went quiet again and all eyes were on the two of you. You could now actually taste blood and realised you’d been biting your lip to keep from laughing a little too hard. Finn looked like he was either going to explode or just disappear. Almost inaudible, he muttered, “In a fortnight…” “Yes,” his brother confirmed, “Gives you a chance to get to know your bride.” “I’VE KNOWN HER FOR FOUR FUCKING YEARS, TOM”

So he did explode. “EVER SINCE SHE WAS FOURTEEN AND I WAS THIRTEEN, WE’VE BEEN TOGETHER.” “Finn, babe,” you put a hand on his arm, “Calm down.” He turned to you, his eyes still hilariously wide, “Why the fuck do they never listen? Pinch me or something… can you even see me? Am I real? Am I a ghost?” So you did as any woman would and slapped him in the face, “Stop the dramatics. You’re here.” “Ask her,” one of his brothers urged him, “Ask her properly.” Finn sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair, “I did ask her ABOUT FOUR YEARS AGO.” You nodded wisely, “He did.” “Well, what did she say?”

“That we were too young?” ‘Too fucking right!” one of your brothers shouted out. Within seconds, eight men were once again yelling without listening to each other, and the Garrison became chaos for a second time.

“Okay, wait!” you held up both hands and much to your surprise, everyone stopped talking. Guess there really was power in being pregnant, “This is good news, right? We both want to get married! Yay?” And then they all started again! New subjects for arguments were found in the fact that you’d been sneaking out, that they let their brother be with you, where the wedding would be and who with, and there seemed to be no end to it. So, Finn put the apple in his pocket and with a sudden certainty to it, grabbed you by the hand and marched you out the door of the Garrison. There, in the filthy streets of Small Heath, he kissed you long and deep. “How about it then?” he asked. You smiled back at this wonderful boy and said, “No, let me do it. You already got to do it when we were kids.” “Okay,” he agreed at once. “Finn, if you could do anything, what would you do?” “I’d marry you in a fortnight!” he almost shouted out. And you deeply into his eyes, wondering how you’d even managed to find such a soft, sweet and still strong man, and finally said, “Will you marry me?” “Yes,” he said almost before you could finish the question. After another long, long kiss he got this sudden twinkle in his eyes and suggested, “Let’s go home.” “Home?” you laughed.   “Yeah,” he pointed to the Garrison, “They’re all busy in there, right? The house is empty…” You looked down at your bulging stomach and joked, “Damage’s already done.”

Hand in hand you walked through the streets, feeling like the king and queen of Birmingham.

“Mexico then?” a small smile was tugging at his mouth now too. You nodded, feeling more in love than ever, “Mexico.”

*** Masterlist

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Omg the FinnXreader orphan story was so good you are really a fantastic writer!!

Dear Anon,

This is so sweet! The fact that you took the time to send this in is just so so beyond kind. Hoping to post another part to it tonight! I'm very happy that you enjoyed it!!! ♥️

[wouldpollyapprove]

Hello! I requested the FinnXreader with Alfie and dogs! And yeah it’s totally alright that you wanted to do it as a head cannon!! Thank you so much for doing it I can’t wait to see it❤️❤️❤️and yes I agree as much as I love the Shelbys I think Finns needs some support and stability (as much as Alfie himself has) in his life because his family really has like one gram of it between them all and usually it’s with Esme I believe😂😂😭😭 ❤️❤️ But yeah that’s great!!❤️❤️

Oh, I just had a thought! What if when everyone stopped talking to Tommy after s3, Esme convinced John to bring Finn with them to their country house. He would have a blast casing after the kids and helping with stuff around the house and hunting with John and his dogs. It would be like a proper family and it would just be so sweet. Esme would totally act like a mom to him.

Okay, wow, anyway, I'm glad you're okay with that and I can't wait for you to read that.

[thepeakyfckingblinders]

Can you do some finn stuff please🕊🖤

Hey love! Requests are closed, buuut take a look at my to do list, a few Finnxreaders will be written, I don’t know when tho, I’m studying for my exams at the moment, which means that, for as much as I’d love to write, I just can’t now. I know you can understand me and I’m sorry ❤️

[wwereaderinserts]

Hi, it's me again. I might be on a HC request train for a few days as I need something to keep me occupied next week. ^.^ Would you be able to write being tempted by Demon Finn to give up everything you have, but to get all your deepest desires (including him 😉) in return???? If so, thank you kindly!

Being tempted by Demon!Finn to give up everything you have, but to get all your deepest desires, including him, in return

You’re a tough nut to crack

It takes a great deal of convincing

It gets slightly frustrating for him, actually

Finn’s offering you everything you could possibly want

So he doesn’t get why you won’t take the bait

Until it hits him like a ton of bricks

“...Ah. I know exactly what else you want.”

You’re genuinely confused

He’s moving closer to you, staring you down

And he looks so damn smug about it

“You want me, don’t you? That it?”

You turn approximately fifteen different shades of red and pink at that

And that’s when he knows he’s right

He definitely preys on this revelation

Subtle touches and brushing his lips against your ear

He’s determined to make you cave in

“Think about all the fun we could have, hm? I’d be all yours. You’d have everything you want.”

You weigh your options up

And you don’t know what comes over you, but you finally cave

“...You got yourself a deal.”

[blindersbeach]

benefit of the doubt

requested: @pondjessicaamelia  - Hi! Can I request a finnxreader imagine where you’re alfie’s little sister and to make an alliance they make you two get married? Maybe later you become pregnant or have a pregnancy scare and Alfie gets overprotective of you and wants to cancel the wedding? Thanks!

wc: 1510

a/n: i changed this a little and will make this into a short series! I’ll still have elements of the request in it

(gif creds to @star2fishmeg )

“Andy, I don’t see what the big deal is. It helps out the bakery, you are part owner!” Your older brother, Alfie, says scratching his facial hair. The familiarity of his accent and slur of certain words calm your nervous even though he just made you as mad as a hen near a fox.

“Because you aren’t marrying someone you haven’t even met,” You yell waving your hands around making your long skirt float around you. It already had enough beating from all the running around you do for your family company. “Not to mention I just turned 18, I haven’t even lived yet!”

Your hands on your hips, Alfie chuckles noticing how much of a strong and independent woman you have already become, “Andrea, trust me aye?”

“Fine, but if you and Mr. Shelby are expecting me to be popping out babies like his brother John than I am out,” You say stomping out of his office wanting to break the clipboard in half that you grabbed from his desk. Alfie continues to laugh to himself as you scream, “I can still hear you!” from the hallway. Your brother yells at someone trying to subside his laughter.

You swear under your breath as you stalk down the halls of barreled valuables. Most of the people that worked for Alfie know that you are quite kind, but could definitely be offended easily.

Knuckles turning white, you sit down and exhale heavily. As you try to relieve the worry, you start to wonder what the youngest Shelby is like. Is he as aggressive as Arthur? Hard headed like Tommy? As flirtatious as John? Or more free willed like Ada? You have met Tommy on one occasion and the coldness swept through you faster than a cool breeze from under the door. During that time you mainly just stood in the corner waiting to be called upon, but could tell that he was similar to your brother in many ways.

As your mind continues to wonder, you start feeling nauseous. Your nerves continue to rise as all of it was starting to hit you. It feels like a hundred trucks slamming into you at once. The wedding is going to be sooner than you thought. There seems a persistent feeling that you aren’t going to see Finn before. Mainly because you are busy working and you wanted to avoid him at all costs. If able, you would like to have a double on your wedding day. Not to mention that fact that you have never even kissed a man let alone hold hands with one. There are plenty of reasons why you never even reached first base, which is being too into spending time in the library, excelling at school, and being around your brother’s work. There appears a reason for that too, he practically raised you on his own and taught you everything he knew. Your brother is sure that if something happened to him that you are more than capable to run the business all on your own and not let anyone boss you around. You are pretty much a mini Alfie.

“Oi! What are you up to little girl?” A voice you recognize clearly, it is Harry.

He is three years older than you and had countless of women and men. You found him digging in the garbage bin looking for food over five years ago and the kindness in you insisted on giving him a job. Harry was very secretive with you in the beginning. He was afraid of the judgement he had previously received, but as you continued to show him the good left in the world he opened up more. He has been seeing this man, a few months older than you, by the name of Simon. They meet up secretly, but when they are out in the daylight together you would just think that they are the best of friends.

“Don’t scare me like that and get back to work!” You say hitting him on the leg with the clipboard.

“What? You dreaming about Finn Shelby?” His thick accent always makes you laugh. You don’t say anything because it is true. He starts seeing the worry in your eyes, “Mate, you don’t need to worry about anything I’m sure he has never kissed anyone either.”

You hit him again with the clipboard. “It’s not funny.”

“Well if you need practice I’m sure Simon won’t mind. He knows you see me as a dimwit.”

“That’s because you are a dimwit and a nutter.” Your comment has both of you laughing. A bell dings and echoes through the distillery, “Get back to work before I fire you.”

Drool falls down your face and a short snore escapes violently. You are spread across the bed with the blankets half off and partially tangled in your limbs. It almost seems like you managed to get into a fight while sleeping. Alfie chuckles at your doorway before throwing a pillow at you. It hits you in the face, but you just bring it to your chest and cuddle it.

“Oi! Andy!” Alfie hollars with a guest hovering behind him, “Wake up! There is someone here to see you.”

“Tell Harry just to go away, I’ll tell him how to properly propose to Simon later,” You open your eyes and realize it’s not just your older brother standing there. A young man hovers behind your brother with curly ginger hair and a hat crumbled in his hands. “That’s definitely not Harry.”

“Harry is her friend, no need to worry about him.” Alfie pats Finn on the shoulder with a grin, “We better let her get ready.” He leads him to the kitchen.

You instantly sit up realizing that your future husband had just seen you in one of your worst states possible. You swear under your breath as you sort through your clothes trying to differentiate clean between dirty. After finding a simple enough outfit which is a dark green polka dot skirt and a white blouse paired with the worn out shoes you always wore. You fix your hair into a pleasant and somewhat presentable messy bun that you usually always wore because you are usually always running late.

As you enter the kitchen, Finn stands up. His freckles are paired with rosy tinted cheeks. His hands continue fiddling with his hat. Part of you worries if he is going to cut his fingers on what they were known for, razor blades sewn in between the bill and overlapping fabric. Luckily, his fingers never graze the brim. Heat rises to your cheeks as you actually get a good look at the youngest Shelby. Nothing like the picture, better. There are obvious traits that are similar between the five siblings, but Finn seems the most unique. Your thoughts are interrupted by your brother.

“Sorry, I’m Andrea, but everyone calls me Andy. Pleased to meet you,” You stick out your hand feeling the warmth of his on of yours.

“Finn, but you already know that.” He smiles softly.

Your hands stay together for moments longer than you both realize. His hands are softer than most hands you’ve greeted, but could feel the calluses forming on his palm.

“I’ll give you both some time to talk.” Alfie says and sits back down at the table. He suggests going outside by this action.

Finn sticks his arm out for you to take which you gently do. Even though he has a slim build, you could feel the muscles bulging through his jacket. You could feel Alfie smiling behind you and as much as you had wanted to hit him, you proceed out the door. The cold air hits you making you realize you should’ve brought a coat. Neither of you had any idea where you were going. Finn had never really been to London before this.

“There is a place by the Canal that’s nice and people won’t stare,” You say trying to be as casual as possible. “Not that we would do anything! I just noticed that people are staring at us...”

Finn softly chuckles, “Show me the way, Miss. Solomons.”

“Oh, please call me Andy or Andrea. Only business men call me ‘Miss. Solomons’,” You as your grip loosens slightly on his arm, you realize that this is technically a business deal. He laughs again, softly.

After a short brisk walk you made it to the Canal. There is a tree with an bench that is often occupied by you. Finn and you sit down and sit rather awkwardly for a moment before you shiver. The sun starts to shine through the cluster of leaves. “Would you like my coat?” He asks as starting to shrug it off. You stop him before he gets any lower than his shoulders.

“Don’t worry about me,” You say clasping your hands in your lap.

“Well you will be my wife soon so I most definitely will,” He takes off his jacket and puts it around you. His heat instantly surrounds you and warms your body.

[ushijima-stits]

000|boy next door       

Name last name was born and raised in the small town of ooo by her parents; both doctors who work at the same hospital with her father on the morning shifts and her mother with the nights, they made sure their only daughter and child had a parental figure present in her life. Growing up in a small town meant she knew all the neighbourhood kids and all the other kids in the other neighbourhoods. It meant knowing the layout like the back her own hand, she knew which stores had the best antiques, the good liquor shops, the cool hangout spots for teens and children alike, the lowkey drug dealers and druggies and their meeting points, how to contact them. She knew the old crocked willow tree who’s trunk was a twisted heart in the centre of the amusement park turned junkyard where all the couples went to tie a ribbon of their choice to its leafless branches. She liked going there on windy days to watch the colourful strips dance in the air currents. It meant knowing the houses that give the king size candy bars on Halloween. It meant everybody knew everyone and no one was a stranger.

So understandably name was confused to see a moving van parked in front of the house next to hers when she looked out the window in her bedroom on a cool afternoon. Name didn’t recall any of her neighbours moving out, come to think of it she doesn’t remember anyone living in that house. Name couldn’t help the intrigue. It was the summer before high school, everybody already knows one another from grade school, cliques have been formed along with the tight bond that comes with knowing someone all your life, it would be undeniably hard for them to find where they fit in; name could imagine. At least they’ll have the entire summer to figure it out and make friends, not that it’ll take that long, the people of ooo are known for their friendly nature and welcoming aura.

Name had met them that night when they arrived at their doorstep with what she assumed was a peace declaration in the form of ‘bacon pancakes’, they called it, if she remembers correctly. Her father was busy in the kitchen with dinner, leaving name the responsibility of answering the door. Immediately she swung the door open she was momentarily blinded by one of their high wattage smiles. The hair colour haired girl had to blink a few times while they introduced themselves and hope she didn’t come off as rude. Of course she introduced herself and with the door closed behind her, she made small talk with her new neighbours; the twins; jermaine and jake and their little brother finn- the one who smiled- who was only a year younger, in the chill of the night.

Name had been smitten at first sight by his wonderful smile and aura of good humour, not that his brothers didn’t radiate that kind of energy. If you asked name they all looked like triplets with their blonde locks and big eyes with that said there are some noticeable differences in character, for example; jermaine is calmer and sager than the rest while although finn and jake share a sporadic nature finn got it in the heavier doses and jake seemed wiser and more grown up at times during conversation.

Taking the stack of pancakes- name learnt was something their mother made them do whenever they move, which implied that they move quite a bit- they said their goodbye’s and by the time name shut the door, she subconsciously hoped their stay here would be permanent and she’d come to the realisation. She had a crush on finn.

They had the bacon pancakes as dessert, who knew buttermilk pancakes layered with bacon butter cream would be delicious? After saving some for her mother and helping wash up, name went to bed with a mental note to properly say hello the next day.

But she always procrastinated; it’s not like she had anything better to do and seeing finn again should have been motivation enough but she just kept putting it off until the next day. Eventually he made acquaintances, formed a group of his own, as she suspected, he fitted in nicely with the rest of the jocks. She became so busy with her friends that it felt like there wasn’t time to even think about seeing him.

So she gave up the thought all together. Then she found out a window in her bedroom is directly opposite his. It became a subconscious habit to peer into his room from time to time; wondering what he’s up too. There were nights when he’d close the curtains but keep the lights on while name watched his silhouettes on the curtains mimic his actions. Other times would be in the reverse and there were seldom mornings when he’d be passing by and notice your form in the window, he’d stop to smile and wave, hoping you’d return the action but you never did, paralyzed by embarrassment, all you did was look away. 

A year passed and nothing changed and that’s when name knew that she was in trouble. She’s had crushes before, none of which lasted more than a month but this was different, a year and counting isn’t something to laugh at. She’s so infatuated with a male whom she’s never once held a decent conversation alone with not even at the neighbourhood cookouts or holiday parties or at school or after big game and everyone’s patting his back. She’s simply too nervous to do anything but watch from the sidelines.

Name doesn’t understand what’s so special about him. Of course there was the thing that started everything, his delightful grin and the things she’s come to notice over the months; his boyish good looks with long blonde locks that looked better kept than his brothers’, she enjoyed watching him play basketball- she noticed was his favourite sport though he did play others- seeing drenched in sweat is a sight to behold, his shirt would cling to his body, outlining his lean muscular form. Name quite liked his wardrobe too, it was as if he had a colour scheme; cool colours such as blues, blacks and greens complemented by a touch of white he got from the backwards caps or beanies he’s seen wearing really ties the whole teenage heartthrob vibe. Maybe it was how he could blend in with the crowd and still be the centre of attention, maybe it was all of those things and at the same time none of those things but whatever it was it certainly drew her in.

Looking back in it she sounds awfully shallow which is far from the point. There was something about him as warm and inviting as his smile that pulled you in. The hair colour haired female was determined to find out, she’d write a list if needs be, in fact she made it a new year’s resolution to get closer to him. So one must understand why she lost her shit when iridella told her she’d be tutoring finn after Christmas break.  

[anonymooseforever007]

Hi y,all! So first off I hope all of y’all are doing well! I wanted to say thanks to everyone who has enjoyed the posts I’ve made so far and encouraged me to continue some of them! ❤️❤️ It usually is harder for me to find time write stuff and when I do have the time I often haven’t had the motivation or and idea of where to start. I also compiled a sorta master list of my longer posts and stuff other than the incorrect quotes. But I actually do have a few things planned and coming up if y’all are interested and you can see those below the cut if your interested.. If not that’s totally fine and I hope y’all have a good night!!!

So here’s a rough idea of what I want to have coming up:

The first thing that I wanted to post in a few days is a Finn Shelby Imagine that I finally think it may be finished. It isn’t a x reader story but I had the idea in my head and wanted to put it on paper (text). It is isn’t as fluffy and sweet in the end as I intended it to be and it does pretty highly relate to the shelbys’ Mother’s death. But I am actually very happy with how it turned out to the point where I already have the second part written and am trying to edit it. I have also had ideas for how I want to write a third part for that maybe.

And also what I think a few more people may be interested in is that I have finally finished and stared to edit the second part of the Tommyxdaugther reader imagine and I have also started to plan out the next few parts I want to write for it. That second part should be edited and posted in a little more than a week when I finally get on break. I actually wrote all of it in the spur of the moment last night on my phone and still need time to edit it.!!

I also have a few ideas for some shorter Finnxreader one shots that I may or may not do. I haven’t decided yet. And yes they are all Finn ideas because quiet frankly he is my favourite and I am slightly terrified to watch the new season when I can (yeah US Netflix!!!) because I don’t know what’s going to happen to him 😂😂😂

Thats all I’ve got for y’all. Stay safe. Eat food. Drink Water, and a goodnight!❤️

[valentinaapower]

Early Days

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: FinnxReader

Word Count: 370

Warnings: Fluffy

#25 - “If I sleep in with you, I’ll be fired” Send me a number

(Gif creds to owner)

Early morning sun rays beat down on the steel siding of your room, yet inside cool air still roamed about. You to grabbed the warm blanket at your waist and pulled it up into your chest. The piercing beeping sound of your alarm suddenly sounded, causing you to merely jump out of the bed. Finn lets out a groan and proceeds to rub his eyes. You swing your right hand across your chest and hit the top of the alarm, signaling it’s silence. In big, red block numbers, the digital clock reads 7 a.m.

“It can’t be time to get up already,” you groan as you arch your back, stretching out your sore and tired muscles. Finn turns to face you, a small smile on his face as wraps his arms around your body, pulling you close into his chest. A sigh escapes your lips, a feeling of coziness warming your body. Finn perches his chin on top of your head, his fingers drawing abstract figures on the small of your back.

“You don’t have to get up. Stay here with me,” Finn whispers, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You let out a prolonged sigh, wishing that you could stay here, wishing that you could spend every moment in this sweet serenity.

“You make a very compelling argument,” you mumble. Finn chuckles. “But unfortunately, if I sleep in with you, I’ll be fired,” you say and wiggle out of Finn’s grasp. As you slide off the bed, your feet touch the cold stone floor, allowing your back to erupt in shivers. Finn groans into his pillow, his arm extended, palm open, waiting for you to grab his hand and climb back into bed.

“Is having a job all that important?” Finn mumbles into the pillow sheet. You laugh and pull a shirt over your head.

“If you consider being fed important, then yes it is,” you reply, cracking a wise smile.

Finn flicks his hand at you, “Ugh fine, just go to work then.”

You grab a jacket and open the door leading out into the steel halls of Arkadia, “I’ll try and get the early shift,” you say before stepping out and closing the door.

[theshelbyclan]

hey can i request a Finnxreader where Finn got her pregnant and her brothers come in the Garrison with guns and all and are like "We dont care who you. That you're a shelby, but you got her pregnant and you're gonna marry her" and than Finn has to explain to his bros that he is kinda dating her for a year and some fluff please???

My baby Finn needs more love, I’ll do my best on this one ❤️

[sfgfics]

everything’s gonna be okay;

pairing: FinnxReader summary: Finn’s match with Jinder has gotten you concerned and for a good reason.  warnings: mentions of a concussion word count: 1,043 notes: This was something to tide me over when I found out that Finn got a concussion. It’s not long at all, just a drabble, but it was still enough to help me get some of my feelings out, lol. I know a lot of people are upset about it, too, so hopefully this will help some people, too? 

You understood that Jinder’s… ‘character’ was supposed to be aggressive, but that didn’t stop you from worrying throughout the entire match. You knew most of the shots he was hitting Finn with were stiff and you were watching the match like a hawk. When the forearm came out of nowhere and hit Finn so hard he face planted on the matt, you knew something was wrong. “Shit,” you’re murmuring, and you’re getting out of your seat and heading towards the curtains. You’ll meet him there, you need to know if he’s okay.

You’re speeding there, ignoring the looks from the other superstars and you’re making it to the area before the match is even finished. There’s yet another monitor, and you’re watching it there, how the match finishes and you’re wincing at the red marks across Finn’s head. Of course you’re noticing when a medic is approaching and your heart is sinking. You’re giving Jinder a nod when he walks by, because you can’t look like a total asshole, even if you’re concerned for Finn, and you’re waiting for him to come through the curtains.

It’s after the promo when he does, and you’re hanging back, watching as the medic approaches him and they start talking in low voices. He’s holding his head and you’re biting your bottom lip, stepping just a little bit closer. The movement makes Finn look your way and he’s reaching a hand out to you. You’re stepping the rest of the way towards him and you’re wrapping an arm around his waist, pressing a kiss to his chest. You don’t care if he’s sweaty, you just need to be able to support him. And right now, without words will do it. He’s pressing a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping both arms around you, and then continues explaining to the medic what happened.

You’re walking with him to get checked out fully, and he’s keeping you close. You know he needs you right now and that’s all that matters. You’re with him through thick and thin.

He keeps his brave face through everything, through all the check ups, through the discussions. He’s holding your hand through most of it and his grip is tight. He already knows, he’s said it several times and you’re sad for him.

He’s silent on the way back to the hotel, and you both know you’re going to be in for a long night. When you’re in the hotel room, he’s instantly pulling you in, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He’s burying his face into your neck and he’s silent, holding you. You’re wrapping your arms around him in return, kissing his head and rubbing his back. “I love you,” you’re whispering, and he’s making a soft sound. “Do you want to lay down?” You’re asking in the same low voice. You know his head must be pounding and you’re trying not to make it worse.

Another noise is being made and you’re biting your bottom lip. “Come on, babe,” you’re gently beginning to guide him to the bed, and you’re trying to get him to sit down on the edge. He won’t budge for a while, wanting to stay attached to you. “Finn.” With a huff, he’s letting you go and he’s lowering himself onto the bed. You’re lifting his hand to his eyes with a gentle command of ‘stay’ and then you’re crawling on the bed to turn on the light behind him on the bedside table. And then you’re moving to shut off the overhead light, leaving a nice glow in the room where it’s enough for you to see.

You’re moving back to him, and you’re lowering his hand. He’s blinking up at you and he still looks dazed and you’re frowning. You’re brushing his hair back, and then you’re planting a kiss on his head. He’s reaching out, wrapping his arms around you and you’re standing in between his legs as he buries his face into your chest.

You’re softly running your fingers through his hair, hoping maybe that’ll help him calm down. You know he’s being clingy for a reason and you don’t blame him. He’s just gotten back to what he loves doing and now he has to worry that if he doesn’t pass his impact test, he’ll be benched for a few weeks? You know if it’s bad, it’ll be good for him to rest, but to just get back and then to have this happen to him… it’s hard. Especially on him.

“I’m proud of you… do you know that?” Your voice is so soft and he’s pulling away so he can blink up at you.

“You are?”

“Yeah.” You’re cupping the back of his neck with your fingers, and you work your fingers up and down the length of it. You’re gentle about it, and his eyes flutter, a soft sigh falling from his lips and you continue at it while you speak again. “I’m so proud of you. The fact that you’re able to continue even though you’re injured. I’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished. And this? This little bump in the road? It’s just little. You’re going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”

He’s raising a hand to place against your cheek, and then he’s guiding your head down to kiss you. You’re kissing him back, softly, and then pulling back, resting your forehead against his.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He’s telling you and you’re smiling. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re my rock.”

“And you know what? You’re mine. I love you, Finn.” You’re pulling back so you can look at him, making sure he sees how serious you are.

“I love you. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’m here for you. Forever and always. Now, let’s get some rest, okay?”

“Only if you sing to me.” You’re letting out a soft laugh, flushing, but then you’re nodding.

“Deal. But only because you’re concussed.”

“If that’s what I have to do to get you to sing to me, I should get concussed more often.” The smile on his face is a little dopey and you’re shaking your head fondly at him.

“You’re lucky I love you, Finnigan.”

[100fandomprompts]

Can you do a AU FinnxReader one? Where they're classmates and the reader are shy, so when his friends start messing with her he just put them in they place and walk the reader home. After that she start looking at he for another POV, and start having a little crush on him and be more shy when he's around. Evetually in a party, she got drunk and he help her and she confess her feelins. Thanks!

Only If You Want Me To

Another, small, crumpled uppiece pf paper hit the back of your head as you sat quietly in class. Theteacher didn’t even notice the students snickering as they threw them. You sankin your seat, face flushed in irritation. You wouldn’t turn around and tellthem off, though. The bell finally rang and the students flooded out of theclassroom, having already packed to leave for the day twenty minutes before theend of class. You stuffed your books into your back calmly – you weren’t in arush to the buses as you walked home. Your calmness was shattered when youstood up, realizing that the snickering bunch of kids in the back of the classwere still in their seats and the teacher was nowhere to be found.

“It was very rude to ignore us,” one girl snapped.

“You should pay more attention to people that command it,”another boy added, laughing at his own joke.

You stuttered your words, unable to get anything out. Youquickly turned and tried to exit the classroom but you were interjected as oneboy jumped over the desks to get between you and your sweet escape.

“Now you’re trying to run away?” the boy askedincredulously.

“Hey, leave her alone! That’s enough,” one of his friendsbarked, coming forward. You knew him very well – a childhood friend turnedhoodlum, Finn Collins. You felt betrayed after he started hanging out with thisnew crowd.

“The only ones that are being rude are you guys,” he snappedat them, putting an arm around you, “Now get out of the way.”

Finn’s eyes were dark as he stared at his friend. The boyfinally moved and Finn walked with you out into the hall.

“You alright?” he asked. You were shaking beneath his arm, toonervous to even answer.

“Let me walk you home – to make up for my crummy friends,”Finn suggested. He watched you hesitantly nod your head in agreement. As thetwo of you walked out of the building, there were a few looks from those stillon the bus. You tried to keep your eyes down but couldn’t help but wonder whateveryone else was thinking.

“Don’t pay them any attention, okay?” Finn stated.

“Huh?” you looked to him, slightly confused.

“My friends – they’re nothing but a bunch of morons lookingfor a bit of fun. I hate it when they pick on other kids, though. It’s notfair,” Finn explained. You sighed quietly to yourself.

“Hey, you know, there’s a party at my place tonight. Why don’tyou come over? It’ll be fun!” Finn asked excitedly.

“Um…” Your heart raced at the thought of several peoplebeing crammed into a room for fun. You already felt the claustrophobia.

“I won’t leave your side, if that’ll make you feel anybetter. I know you don’t like big crowds, but I figured I’d ask anyway,” Finnencouraged. You stared up at him incredulously, a small smile tugging at thecorner of your lips. He smiled down at you appreciatively.

“Sure, I guess,” you finally answered.

“Awesome! My place at eight, then!” Finn withdrew as the twoof you had reached your front doorstep. You watched him wave back at you,smiling as he ran back to his house a few blocks away. You took in a deepbreath to slow down your heart, which was now pounding in your chest.

Oh boy…a party…

 After a few drinks, you couldn’t feel the anxiety orclaustrophobia. Still, you were hoping to find a nice quiet place to relax withFinn and catch up on all the time you’ve missed out with him. The alcohol,however, did not improve your shyness and you couldn’t ask him a question evenif your life depended on it.

You received a lot of dirty looks from his close friends.Every time they passed the two of you, Finn would squeeze your hand in encouragement.

“Finn, who’s your pet? Why don’t you get her a leash if you’regoing to drag her around all night?” one girl teased. You scowled at her as shethrew her head back in laughter, joined by a few adoring boys around her.

“You’re going to need a yard for your hounds, soon, Lilly.Why don’t you take them out back?” Finn retorted. You smiled at him, gratefuland he winked back.

“Let’s go to my room, you look like you could use a breakfrom all of this…is that okay?” Finn asked cautiously.

You beamed at him, relieved and nodded. He took up your handand led you up the steps, being careful not to step on all the other couplesthat were making out. Finn rolled his eyes at some of them, and others hecheered on. You reached the second door on the left of the hallway and Finnpushed the door open to a dark room. He clicked the light on to reveal a rathercluttered room. Laundry was scattered everywhere, tripping up your alreadyintoxicated feet. He guided you through it until the two of you sat down on thebed. You threw yourself back to lie down, staring up at the ceiling which wasalmost as covered in posters as the walls.

“Sorry about the mess,” Finn apologized.

“It’s fine,” you replied casually.

“You feelin’ alright?”

“I’m just fantastic,” you giggled. He chuckled at this andhovered his head over yours.

“What’s on your mind?”

“My mind is swimming,” you blushed, looking away with a mischievoussmirk.

“Yeah?” he chuckled once more.

“Yeah.”

“You want to know what I’m thinking about?” he asked,teasing.

You lifted yourself onto your elbows, looking up at him.

“What?”

“I’m thinking about kissing you,” Finn stated nonchalantly.You blushed furiously, eyes wide open as you quickly sobered up.

“A-and…and why don’t you?” you asked nervously, unable tomeet eye contact at this point, “I mean, I’m drunk, so what’s stopping you?”

“Because I don’t know if you want me to,” Finn explained,suddenly getting nervous himself. You turned to look back at him and his headhad lowered, almost disappointed. You sat up and took his face in your hands,meeting his gaze. With a sudden burst of bravery, you kissed him.