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finley danvers. known primarily as finn. sometimes finny boy or blue eyes. not huckleberry. a 28 year old with a bachelors degree in biology. using that degree to excel in biochemistry. residing in westbrook till further notice. and you know there's no remedy for memory;;

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hannah brooks.

“I do love apple…oh man this is so good. I’ve heard of Oktoberfest…I guess it would be a good place to go in order to taste some things. That’s the hardest part about trying new liquors, you get an 8 dollar glass of something you don’t like and that’s money down the drain. Poutine fries…no…no I definitely haven’t.”

“Well I’d never steer anyone wrong when it comes to alcohol....or food, really. Seriously, great experience. I’d love to go to Amsterdam or any other place that has a festival like that. It’s good food and good beer, you can’t go wrong with that. Really?You’re seriously missing out on all this stuff.”

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maia daniels.

“Well now you know, so if you’re gonna’ disappear you should probably tell me first. Everyone says that… Guess Lanford has a hold on us all, huh? You should probably stop leaving though, I’m sure more than just me would miss you. What about your girlfriend, huh? Phoebe, right? She’d miss you too.”

“Well, I appreciate that,” he truthfully noted. “Next time I think about disappearing you’ll be the first to know. And I promise not to wuss out and do it over text,” he joked with a small laugh. “Yeah, it definitely has this weird mental hold on a lot of people, it seems. I mean, I‘m trying not to, I swear. I got a good job, a girlfriend and some great friends, like you, just this time I couldn’t control it. It was really important for me to be there.” He nodded, “Yeah, she’s just had her own knack for disappearances, too. We’ve got a weird relationship and understanding of each other.” He scrunched up his nose, “Enough about me, Mai’ -- I’m boring.”

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dalton honey.

From her side came a voice, making her forget if only for a second the water dampening her clothes. Turning to look at the man, slender, almost transparent fingers moved to her face to remove strands of wet hair stuck on her pale cheeks. Even worse, she thought, I saw the living. Quietly, she contemplated his question. Was she okay? She nodded softly and turned to order tonight’s poison.

The female who sat besides him didn’t utter a single syllable, instead offering him a nod to back up his question. Finn took another sip of his beer, glancing over at her once again. “You’re new, right?” He already knew the answer to his question, figuring to continue to face the bar as he just figured it’d make her more comfortable to speak. Finn knew everybody in and out of this bar, so he could just figure she was new to Lanford ---the first newcomer in a long while, that he could remember. “I’m Finn.”

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alese brádaigh.

“Has it though? Has it really?” Alese smirked. “God, you are on a roll today– first, not calling me a real athlete, now this? What am I going to do with you?” It would go without saying that the brunette was usually under a certain amount of stress. It was nice to get to laugh it off with a friend. “Really? I think you should do a monologue before we come to that conclusion.”

“Just don’t kill me and we should be fine,” the grin still planted on his face. It had been a while since he had actually taken the time to relax and laugh with friends, so he could admit, he was pretty glad to be here. “Besides... you know me by now, I’m not the kindest guy out there.” Finn made a face, shaking his head, “---Ooooh, that sounds boring. I think I’ll still with science then, though it was worth a try.”

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I cut my hands on your edges and only wanted to hold you closer

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siouxsie kahlo.

“Y’know, the way you’re talkin’ makes it sound like I’m a really horrible person,” They complain, before pulling a face. “You make it difficult. But go on - it’s your turn. Now you have to say something nice about me. Boost my failing self-confidence.”

“Not horrible, just bitter,” he joked, his grin giving him away. “Difficult? How? I’m an angel, you know,” he paused in pretend thought, “----your hair, eyes, smile.... all come together nicely?” He acted as if he was straining to get the words out at first, “--Kidding. All that stuff really is nice about you. See, not that hard to compliment people.”

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phoebs.

Phoebe was filled with such passion for Finn. She always had–when meeting him, she never thought they’d make it here. Even how many arguments they had–how sometimes she hated when he shouted, and sometimes got annoyed by his constant moods. And how he got annoyed by her impulsiveness, her care-free nature. They were both so utterly in love–they couldn’t break. Phoebe always felt lonely, but with him–she knew she had someone, someone to support her, to hold her when she was crazy–to tell her she was mad, and he loved her all the same. The apartment, the smell..it all came back to her–some part of her got emotional. Maybe if she hadn’t left back in the Summer, maybe this place wouldn’t feel so alien to her. They wouldn’t had that stupid break that almost broke the two up. She wanted him, physically and emotionally wanted him. She felt like a hormonal teenager again–screaming for him just to take her in his arms, and never let her go. She giggled at his words, almost tears forming in her eyes at how perfect this somehow felt. It didn’t feel awkward, or rushed..or even at all wrong. It felt right. “Finn I-” But he kissed her again, more passionately, and she pulled her hand to fix his cheek, and stayed there. “God–I love you so fucking much.” She murmured, as she moved her kisses to his neck, placing petite kisses down the nape of it and onto his jaw bone. “…I like waking you up in the morning with burnt..stupid pancakes, and forgetting to record the games for you because my shows are recording on top..I absolutely love eating day old pizza with you in the middle of the night–and..kissing you..and being with you wherever I am..” Her breath was faster as her hands slipped under his t-shirt, her hands stretching with every piece of him. “I-I want..to have my life with you Finn Danvers..” The last words were scary to say, so she pushed her lips back onto his, closing her eyes. Her heart beating rapidly against her chest.

Feeling her here with him, it made him ecstatic, it made him happy and it just made him want to go crazy. All of this was real and he was just filled with so much passion for her. Finn had waited for this moment ever since she stuffed them both in that hospital closet a few weeks back. She had fled that day and he hadn’t seen her ever since then and God, it was such a let down. Back then, he really thought that she was going to give him a chance. But now, it was really happening... and yet he still couldn’t help but feel a flash of fear erupt in his head. He couldn’t help but think she might leave again... After all, they both were so afraid of what was to become of them. But fr some reason, it felt different this time. Even through his worries, he couldn’t help but think that this time, she would stay. There was no chance of her fleeing, or running away, he could feel it. Honestly, in this moment, Finn didn’t care what protests or sweet nothings she was about to utter, all he wished to do was kiss her. Just let their kisses do the talking for once, instead of always uttering their affections. A lot of times, he felt hard to believe all of this was real.... their relationship, their love, everything. But kissing her now.... he felt really damn good about this and for once.... he couldn’t be happier. It was a mix of sweet kisses, soft kisses, sloppy kisses.... he just wanted to be held up against her form. He missed it so much and all he could do was let out a breathy laugh, nodded his head in agreement, “I fucking love you too.” The feeling of her lips on his neck made him want to jump out of his skin... or just attack her with his own set of kisses once more. Replaying all the memories she uttered made him feel sick but as her hands scrawled across his skin, it was almost like his antidote....it brought him back to this very moment in time. She was here. And this time she wasn’t going anywhere. Phoebe’s last note surprised him and he almost went to question it, almost. But as her lips rushed against his again, he had no choice but to savor it. He grinned sloppily into the kiss, his hands roamed down her back to the midst of her thighs, picking her up with sudden ease. He loved her and he wanted to show her once more, making his way down the hallway to his room, a path all too familiar with her. Especially a moment exactly like this.

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phoebe-beaumont + finleydanvers moodboard ¾ idk..

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hannah brooks.

“I usually don’t like beer but this is pretty good. Thanks for the recommendation. What is this that you talked me into ordering…I just followed your lead but I need to know in advance if I’m gonna get a plate full of like…frog legs or something.”

“Apple ale ---my favorite for the fall. I know you don’t like beer but you should try and go  to Oktoberfest festival... it’s not like the real thing in Europe, but it’s pretty close,” he laughed, “---no, no.... no frog legs. Though, those do taste just like chicken. What.... you’ve never heard of poutine fries?”

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dalton honey.

The door slamming behind her might have kept the weather out of the bar, but Dalton Honey carried enough rainwater in her hair and under her shoes to make up for it as she walked across the room to sit on a stool. Placing her backpack between her seat and the bar, she turned around to look at the unfamiliar faces, lost in thought.

Finn was cooped up in the bar, the rain having been a total turn off for the walk home and taking a taxi was always just out of the question for him. So, he did what he did best ordering another beer to sip on in hopes the weather would clear up soon. He could always call Phoebe, but at this time of the day, he figured she’d have quite a few drinks in her system as well. He heard the door swing open, a gust of wind following and the sound of wet boots squished across the floorboards and to the stool next to him. He peeked over at the girl, letting out a small chuckle as he took another sip of his beer, “--It looks like you’ve seen a ghost. You okay?” He had never seen her before and seeing as he was a regular he would have been sure to remember if he had.

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margot reyes.

“Doesn’t mean I’d be nice about it though,” she smirked teasingly, “Dealing with puke would probably make me grumpy and we are on land dumbass.”

“Ouch, at least I know where I stand,” he teased. “Your fault not mine! And I meant on land that isn’t uphill, dumbass,” he retorted playfully.

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ian harper.

“Phoebe. I’m sorry. They didn’t, no.”

“Jeez, dude. You’re terrible.”

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erik jackson.

“I get the sense that you think you’re being really cute right now. Quit it. Fresh air isn’t going to kill you.”

“Mind you, I’m adorable, but I really don’t see how that’s relevant here. C’mon, you know I’m a literal lab rat at heart, fresh air might as well just kill me now. But, I can try and suck it up for you, your royal highness.”

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adam sterling. 

Adam laughed, turning to go to the right so they could make it back quicker. “Is that illegal? I had no idea. Well, I guess that explains why it doesn’t exist. It’s too bad though, cause that sounds amazing man. We should look into doing something like that.”

“I mean.... I’d assume so. Wouldn’t they have to have some pharmacy license or something to sell pills with their coffee,” he laughed along with Adam. “I’m just guessing it is, but maybe when I’m tired of all this science crap, we should look into it,” he joked. “I’m down.”

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maia daniels.

“No, no, honestly, I’m just relieved to see you. You disappeared without a word and I thought something bad had happened, this is all just relief, honestly.” Giving him a genuine smile, she stepped back and took a deep breath. “Lanford isn’t all that bad, see. Always manages to bring people back.”

Finn smiled sincerely, it felt good to know he’d be missed if something happened to him. “Well.... thanks, really. Didn’t know I’d be missed had I actually disappeared,” he chuckled. “Yeah, I don’t know how,” he shook his head in his own disbelief, “I never see what’s so special about this place, yet here I am ---returning.”

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phoebs.

“But I’m not just a guest though…I’m a–Well you can decide what I am.” She shrugged, smiling cheekily as she walked quickly towards the car. She felt good–she felt left in the dark when he left. But she didn’t want to dwell on it, she had done it twice before. But something felt right this time..Even if their break was a bit of a mistake, both spiraling out of control–resentment and hatred. They had been together longer then Phoebe would have ever guessed. And they still acted like stupid kids whenever they were like this. They just went together–and Phoebe loved him. Her heart was beating against her chest all the drive up. Her hands were shaking, but thankfully her brash confidence was covering it up. Giving him a stern look in the elevator, she sighed “Oh just give him a chance, he’s the cutest thing ever. I don’’t know how we’re ever going to work if you can’t fall in love with that face.” She teased, pouting like a puppy towards the brown dog in her arms. But it was all just cover talk to disguise the ever growing paranoia inside of her. As soon as the door opened, she relaxed a little, dropping Lincoln and the toy, she let her hands run over the worktops and turned to face him. “Is it bad that I’ve missed this place…and your work on the table..and empty beer cans–I know that’s not that good..But..I’ve just really missed you.” She giggled to herself and walked towards him, hands wrapping around his neck. “And I know I’m not the cheesy type…but I have really missed you…” Her voice went lower then, and slowly but carefully, she lifted herself up on her tip toes and kissed him softly. Not wanting to overwhelm him or herself, but the feelings on her fingertips were electrifying.

“You’re a lot of things,” he teased simply, as he sat in the passenger seat. Having been without Phoebe was hard. Sure, he could always pretend but now seeing her here with him, it made him realize just how much he had really missed her. Without Phoebe, there always seemed to be this giant hole in his chest and no matter what he just could never fill it. No amount of alcohol. of partying or even working could distract him from the painfully numb lack of her in his life. Finn needed her and it was just as simple and as complicated as that. Maybe it was just the fact that Phoebe was Finn’s first real serious girlfriend or maybe it was just the fact that he was just so undoubtedly and restlessly in love with her, but being without her for him, was next to impossible. Finn had always had a bit of a flirtatious charm about him, but commitment was just never in the picture ---at least, not before her. In the elevator ride up, a constant sloppy grin was splashed across his lips. His face even hurt from all the pep and confidence he pushed upon his face. Inside, he was surely a nervous mess but him and Phoebe were pretty damn good and hiding how they always felt, though he was never sure if that was more a good or a bad thing. He scrunched his nose at the thought of the pooch but let out a sly chuckle, “---It’s going to work because you fell in love with this face,” he retorted playfully. But just as soon as she was gushing over Lincoln she was just as quickly dropping him down onto the floor of Finn’s apartment, her attention all too focused on the blue eyed blondie. Hearing her giggle, he could relax for a little, smiling truly just in her presence. As she came closer, he almost thought that he stopped breathing, feeling the heat rush up to his face. “Trust me....” he exhaled out, “---I missed the way you helped create all the empty beer cans and the messy bed and the couch.... and how you’d eat all my leftovers in the fridge and clog up the shower...” he laughed, but was then silenced with her tender kiss. It was sweet and laced with uncertainty and as she went to pull away his hand came up to grasp the back of her head to pull her in again. He missed her taste and the way her lips felt against his. God, he just fucking missed her.

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alese brádaigh.

“In no plausible world, would that logic ever stand.” Alese trailed off, giggling. “Your Yoda I shall be.” She rolled her eyes at Finley’s warped logic. “Yes, I get to plan my days in out and out, because I’m a business owner, who also still happens to have to do side projects all the time. I think you’re running under the false assumption that I have tons of free time on my hands. Stop being so dramatic.”

He rolled his eyes with a laugh, “--Look, my logic has been working for me so far. So, that, is enough to prove it wrong,” he wagged his finger at her. Finn then raised both of his hands up as if in defense, “Well, actually, I may have thought that. But that’s also because I have a terrible concept of time.” He clicked his tongue, “I can’t help it,” letting out a dramatic sigh, hiding his joking smirk, “--god, I should have been an actor.”