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full moon fever | finn & robin (closed)

A grin formed on Robins face as she walked towards the kitchen. She really shouldn’t take advantage of Finn like this but the guy was just so gullible sometimes. She forced herself to keep a straight face when she heard footsteps following closely behind her. “I knew the was you!” she hissed, whirling around and nearly causing Finn to run into her — no, he did run into her. Robin swatted his arm rather roughly this time, an accusing glare on her face. “My porch smelled like piss for two straight days because of you!”

Thank god for that freak snow storm because Robin wasn’t exactly sure how to make that smell go away. But honestly, she should’ve known.

The leaned over and placed the empty bowl on the island table in the middle of the kitchen before turning towards the freezer, her brown eyes scanning intently. Her freezer consisted of mainly stocks of frozen pizza (Robin couldn’t really cook to save her life and she was okay with it) and random assortments of frozen goodies. “I told you I might as well have gotten that puppy,” she muttered more to herself than to Finn, her mind clearly on the same train of thought. Luckily, for Finns sake, she found the tub of chocolate ice cream still half full. She glanced over her shoulder at him when he laughed.

Shit. Well, Finn did have a point there.

"I didn’t say they were from here, did I?" she asked, a smirk on her lips as she placed the tub of ice cream on the table, kicking the freezer door closed with her foot. "Oxfords a small town. I have to brighten my horizons." For a split second Robin actually believed her own words and then yeah, she remembered that she hated dates. And most people.

"You’re just upset because this means you’ll have to put on pants," she added, a mock look of horror on her face. Which, yeah, was probably a horrible thought for anyone who lived (part time) in the woods.

#robinlacroix #full moon fever #robfinn

Finn gaped like a guppy as she wheeled around to turn an angry swat to his arm, making a series of shrugging motions with his arms as though he was 834759% not to blame for that particular incident. "I was vulnerable! I'd been stone cold sober for five months prior! Each one of the Belfronts bought me a shot -- which in total is..." Shit, how many Belfronts were there altogether? "It's a lot of shots!" And also, if he was being honest, through the foggy haze of his memory he could remember Caden convincing him that it was a very romantic gesture. Yeah, maybe if he was a chihuahua trying to woo a shih-tzu. He spread his mouth wide to offer a wordless apology in the form of a cheesy smile but she was already turning and walking away from him, leaving him to roll his eyes and follow her the rest of the way into the kitchen where he promptly plopped down into a chair. He figured she'd have a lot to yell about if he had hopped his butt up on her counter. "Well, yeah, you should broaden your horizons or, whatever," he mumbled irritably, because this town really wasn't up to snuff for a girl like Robin LaCroix who he had very high standards of to begin with. Not only that, this town was overrun with Belfronts, and it would be a cold day in hell before he'd calmly be okay with the idea of Robin seeing a Befront. Luckily, he knew she generally felt the same. "And I'm not putting on pants." Then, he smirked again. "How would you even explain the naked guy with the ripped bod on your couch watching Friends and eating your ice cream? Am I your cousin living with you until I find a place? You gonna try to convince him you don't me like I'm some kind of squatter? Oooh, or no! I have one -- I'll be your live-in sex gofer/manservant." He more than liked the sound of that.

World's Best Dumb Looking Wiener || Charlotte & Finn

Lotte frowned as he mentioned going back to jail. His being in jail for the past couple months had been enough to almost lead her to murder someone. She was so used to his company that being without him was like being without half of her soul. She almost grimaced a little to herself at the way she was being so mushy about her big werewolf before his words brought her out of it.

"I’ll flash them and start screaming about some dead body somewhere and then act all freaked out when it’s mysteriously gone," she paused for a moment before sighing aggravatingly, "No that would only make it worse." She patted her head as if to say to herself ‘stupid’. But she was further distracted by his jerking her sideways off the trail.

This might have been where someone would have asked where are we going? Lotte, however, just followed along behind Finn happily. She was just glad to be back with him again.

She was even happier when she saw his dirt bike. Lotte didn’t admit to liking much of anything. But pretty much anyone could see the way she enjoyed riding on the back of his dirt bike. So when he motioned for her to join him, she practically skipped over and jumped up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his torso and scooted up as close as she could get to him, making sure she was perfectly positioned before pressing her chest to his back.

There, now they were both happy.

"Forward unto the lake of nakedness!"

#charlottevalensky #world's best dumb looking wiener #finlotte

Finn kicked his bike into gear as soon as she hopped on and assumed position, giving a few precise flicks of his wrist before zipping around the bush and back up on to the trail. His bike might have been as old as she was, but if Finn prided himself on anything, it was the upkeep of his trusty bike. Which made it all that much funner to take the rugged backroads as opposed to the smooth suburban streets. (And, ok, maybe he enjoyed Lotte holding onto him so tight. He wasn't dead.) Purposefully taking small dirt hills with speed and zipping last minute around corners and even once pulling a quick wheelie which would have impressed all of the ladies in town if all of the ladies in town were 12 years old. He skid to a stop on the edge of the small, quiet pond that he couldn't even recall seeing another human being there besides a select few Belfronts and Lotte, anyway. If there was going to be another day that Finn found himself back in jail, he trusted that that day wasn't today. Finn patiently waited for her to unlatch herself from his torso and stand beside him before he pulled his shirt off and laid the old, dirty t-shirt over the handlebars of his bike. He looked to her with a small smirk as his shoes followed. "I'll have you know that this physique was very hard to maintain behind bars," which was an absolute lie because the guy in the cell across from him liked to stare at him so most free time was spent voluntarily watching Jerry Springer and sleeping.

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full moon fever | finn & robin (closed)

Robin made a displeased as she pinched his arm not so gently but not enough to hurt Finn (for a werewolf, the guy could be a big baby sometimes). "Hey! I happen to like that shirt," she protested, her attempt of sounding offended quickly fading due to the amount of chocolate that was now on the mans face. Actual softy, but extremely attractive, big baby.

Finn Sanders was something else.

"Why, are you offering to do my laundry again?" she replied, a coy smile on her face as she stuck out her leg and gently kicked Finn in the butt when he bent over to pick up the spilled popcorn. She didn't even bat an eyelash when the werewolf turned and looked accusingly at her. Yeah, so maybe the guy had rubbed off on her.

Taking the last spoonful of ice cream (there had better still be some in the freezer or else they'd be spending the night an entirely different way) Robin shook her head. "Can't. I've got me a date," she answered, wiggling her brows at Finn in return. She stood up as well — personal space was not an issue between the two, unfortunately. "So maybe I should do some laundry. Good thinking." She flashed him an innocent smile before walking past him and into the kitchen.

Like hell Robin LaCroix has a date. She didn't do dates; in fact, she hated them. Truthfully, she was just seeing how long she could mess with Finn about it and humor herself in the process. So at this rate it looked like it would just be another typical night in for them.

#full moon fever #robinlacroix #robfinn #insANe

"I'm excellent at doing laundry -- you just shove a bunch of clothes in the washer and then you throw in some bubbles and then you throw them all in the dryer," he swatted at the foot that she kicked him in the butt with. There wasn't really a difference between cotton and not cotton, right? That was just a myth for rich people to feel better about spending over 6 dollars on a shirt. He had been about to tell her just that when she stood up, her face inches from his as she did a thing with her brows and said some words before walking away. Wait -- what?? Finn could have sworn she said she had a date. He was having ptsd-like flashbacks to when she told him she was getting a puppy. "You do not have a date!" he huffed (rather childishly) before turning and following after her. "You can't. I peed outside your front stoop for this exact reason, LaCroix." Which may or may not have been a joke. He couldn't exact remember what all he peed on that night after he got back into town and the Belfronts had drank him into a stupor. He was still really mad about this date ordeal because if she did have a date, he wasn't gonna put on pants and he was gonna be really mean if she brought this person inside and he would probably take off his underwear. Finn was still glaring at her back when he laughed. "You do not. You don't like anyone in this town enough to date them," he pointed out, matching her smirk with his own.

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World's Best Dumb Looking Wiener || Charlotte & Finn

Finn almost gasped as she pulled out the cookies (“Hey, I was gonna look there next!”) and happily took three and mushed them down and shoved them in his mouth. He forgot to eat breakfast and lunch today, in his own defense.

"No wonder you always smell like cookies in the morning," Finn commented casually when he finally managed to swallow down said cookies before smiling widely down at her. That was, until she casually suggested skinny dipping and he started to choke on a chocolate chip. "I talk in my sleep?" he coughed out, barking out a laugh as well as he hit himself on the chest. "Did I happen to mention where I put Toby’s extra set of truck keys? ‘Cause I kind of forgot…" Not that that was particularly relevant right now, because Toby was the last thing he wanted to talk about when he was literally getting a free pass to see boobies. He grinned even wider. “Fine, we’ll skinny dip,” Finn popped his p, slinking closer to her as his grin turned into a smirk. “After all, if you claim I said it, it has to be true, right?” And also Finn just really enjoyed being naked like…. all the time. "Just remember," Finn hesitated slightly before grabbing Lotte’s hand. "The water is cold, so… No judgement when you see my wiener.”

Charlotte leaned against him as he moved closer, enjoying the warmth that he always brought. It was probably one of her favorite things about him being a werewolf - besides the fact that he proved that she’d never been crazy as a kid. But then she leaned back to gaze up at him with that stereotypical blank stare of hers.

"Finn I’ve seen your wiener. Erect and…" she paused, trying to think of that word that was the opposite of erect when in references to penises, "not… erect…" Fuck it, thinking involved a lot of… Thinking. And she wasn’t down for that - obviously, she’d hardly passed high school. "And I’m gonna be really offended if you aren’t getting a raging boner while I’m naked,” she told him in her flat tone of voice before reaching over and grabbing another cookie.

"So let’s go," she told him, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him back onto the trail. "You said you were gonna drive?" she asked, "Did you steal a car, or are we riding your dirt bike because I vote the last one because cars are boring and I can’t feel you up in a car." She paused before continuing, "I mean I could, but you’d like… get arrested again or something." Charlotte’s grasp on laws was pretty loose, but she knew that two friends of hers went to jail for fooling around in a car. Cars - Charlotte had surmised - were evil.

"And I know you like having my boobs smushed against your back, don’t deny it."

#world's best dumb looking wiener #charlottevalensky

The number of times Finn was naked usually far outweighed when he was actually clothed, so it was a surprise to about nobody in the world when she mentioned that she had seen his little buddy in his various stages. Still, he rolled his eyes and followed as she dragged him. "I didn't steal a car," Finn practically huffed at her. He was a new man! "I'm a new man!" he confirmed aloud. "And if I do anything bad within a year after being released on parole, they'd probably put me back..." For a lot longer than he actually wanted. He was actually pretty proud of himself for being as good as he was being. Then again, he rarely left Robin's couch if he could help it. "I mean technically getting naked and taking a jump in a pond would probably be considered doing something bad, but..." Did it sort of cancel out if you had a hot chick with you? "You can just flash the cops if they happen by while I run." He shot her a charming Finnigan smile. "And then I could come bail your naked ass out of jail and we could do it all again next weekend." And because he obviously did like to have her boobs on his back, he tugged her off the trail to grab where he had put his dirt bike behind a tree, pulling it out and hopping on before motioning his head for her to join him.

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#because unlike jackson and toby #finn actually paid attention in school #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#self #charlottevalensky

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World's Best Dumb Looking Wiener || Charlotte & Finn

Charlotte Valensky, that’s what. After he looked all around his place and found no sign of her anywhere (could you really blame him for checking his own place first?) he finally made it to her own little camp — — where he immediately caught whiff of something that smelled like cookies. But for the life of him, he couldn’t find them. A half hour later, he was still looking. Luckily, Lotte had found him before he took a pocket knife to her sleeping bag. "Lotte!" he grinned, happily letting her tug him around like a rag doll despite the fact that he was certainly bigger and definitely a lot stronger than her. It was kind of their thing. He wrapped an arm around her, lifting her up off the ground and twirling her around before plopping her back on the dirt and looking to her with a cheeky grin. "Hey, cool. They’ve kicked me out before, too," he responded easily. Where hadn’t he been banned at this point, however? "I was coming here to see fi you had any food, and then I was gonna drive down to the lake. Wanna join?" he asked, quirking a brow before quickly moving on. "Hey, do you have cookies around here somewhere??"

Charlotte was pretty sure that nothing could ever even come near to the way her heart soared when he spun her around like that. The few months without that had been her own personal version of hell. Though, they had had way too much fun making funny faces at each other on the glass between them in the prison visitors place. She’d tried to moon him and press her butt to the glass, but they’d told her she couldn’t or she’d end up in jail with him. She’d almost done it anyway. Charlotte could imagine few things more fun than being in jail at the same time as Finn.

"Uh, yeah," she told him, as if it were the most obvious thing in the entire world. That was the answer to both questions. She turned and went to her sleeping bag rolling it open and reaching down into the bottom, grabbing out the bag of chips ahoy. "I like to cuddle with it, the smell of cookies is what lulls me to sleep," she told him before extending the bag to him, but not before taking a cookie for herself.

Charlotte chewed up a bite of the cookie before looking up at him from under her dark bangs, “Is it okay if we skinny dip in the lake?” She paused to gaze at him for a long time, “I know the water is like cold as hell right now, but I’m a zombie so I can handle it… And if not I’ll just make you cuddle me until I’m warm.”

She paused for a moment before saying, “And I know you want to see me naked, too. Because you said it that one time when you were sleep talking.” Lotte gazed at him with a completely blank expression on her face. There was never any way to tell if Lotte was telling the truth or a huge lie because her face hardly ever changed.

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Finn almost gasped as she pulled out the cookies ("Hey, I was gonna look there next!") and happily took three and mushed them down and shoved them in his mouth. He forgot to eat breakfast and lunch today, in his own defense. "No wonder you always smell like cookies in the morning," Finn commented casually when he finally managed to swallow down said cookies before smiling widely down at her. That was, until she casually suggested skinny dipping and he started to choke on a chocolate chip. "I talk in my sleep?" he coughed out, barking out a laugh as well as he hit himself on the chest. "Did I happen to mention where I put Toby's extra set of truck keys? 'Cause I kind of forgot..." Not that that was particularly relevant right now, because Toby was the last thing he wanted to talk about when he was literally getting a free pass to see boobies. He grinned even wider. "Fine, we'll skinny dip," Finn popped his p, slinking closer to her as his grin turned into a smirk. "After all, if you claim I said it, it has to be true, right?" And also Finn just really enjoyed being naked like.... all the time. "Just remember," Finn hesitated slightly before grabbing Lotte's hand. "The water is cold, so... No judgement when you see my wiener."

full moon fever | finn & robin (closed)

Robin cast him a quick side eye glare (nothing serious of course, she only saved that particular look of doom when Finn really screwed up) before a more pensive expression took over her face. “Orange is a great color on me,” she agreed, still in thought when Finn grabbed a hold of her wrist. Naturally she tried moving her hand around so that the spoon full of ice cream would hit the side of his face rather than his mouth. She missed this time. She learned to aim a bit more carefully after accidentally poking Finn in the eye once with a spoonful of chocolate pudding.

In Robins defense, Finn was the one truly responsible for the emergency room-pudding incident of 2010 that resulted in him wearing an eye patch for the night.

Good times.

"What about a leap year?” she asked, holding back a smile as she found herself reminiscing on the incident. Did Finn not know what a leap year was or did he want to know if they were in one? Did it really matter? Robin would probably be reminding him about the full moon minutes before it took it’s place in the sky for the next four years. She shrugged at his question, unsure of the answer her self and instead helped herself to another spoonful of ice cream. “Of course I’m hitting on you, Finnigan,” she answered casually, looking completely indifferent to what she’d just admitted.

Or maybe she just felt prone to messing with Finn on days where she was forced to wear a not so flattering orange colored bra.

"Relax, Sanders, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before," she added, a teasing grin on her face as she gave him another once over before returning her attention to the ice cream. Unfortunately for Oxford, Finn’s personality had rubbed off on Robin just a tad over the years.

#full moon fever #robinlacroix #robfinn aYO

Finn glared as she attempted to block his attempts at getting ice cream but smirked a very chocolatey smirk her way when her attempts were futile. Wolfy strength and all. (Nevermind the fact that he had once let her push him off the couch.) (Okay more than once like all of the time.) "Well I think you look pretty in all colors. Even that shirt that I told you looks like a baby shit out spinach. Although I much prefer when you're not wearing anything if you catch my drift." Of course she caught the drift, Finn was about as subtle as 72 train wrecks. "All the color just distracts from your pretty face," he nodded truthfully before turning to her with a brow raised up. "You sure you don't have any laundry to do?" Smooth, Sanders. Unfortunately, if he were any smoother, he'd probably be married with two kids by now. Which was why it said a lot about his character as he stood up and a popcorn kernel rolled off his naked chest and onto her floor, where he picked it up, ate it, and continued on conversation like it never happened. "Well since the full moon isn't tonight..." Finn wiggled his brows suggestively before grinning stupidly. "Do you have any plans? We could go out and do something? Or we could stay in and do something," he offered up two very helpful options before looking to her with another one of those shit-eating grins. "Either I could put on some pants or you could take some layers off..." This was coming from the guy who had been watching Rugrats ten minutes prior.

full moon fever | finn & robin (closed)

Suspicious would definitely be an understatement if it was concerning Finn doing favors for Belfronts. One of the first things Robing learned after moving to Oxford was that Finn Sanders with Belfronts was a recipe for disaster. In fact this was constantly being proved on a weekly, if not daily, basis. “I know, what else is there to do besides getting into trouble with the law?” she asked, obvious sarcasm in her tone yet curiosity written all over her face.

In Finns defense, his relationship with the law had improved since his younger days. Robin was proud of him for it up until the most recent shit he pulled. Honestly, she wasn’t even really sure she wanted to know where Finn had been for the past few months.

She nodded. “As if laundry’s ever been an excuse for you to walk around the place half naked,” she countered, a grin still on her face as she helped herself to another spoonful of ice cream. “But I’m glad to see you taking some charge with the laundry. You didn’t happen to throw mine in there, did you?” As much as Robin had appreciated that one time Finn tried to do her laundry she wasn’t as appreciative of the fact that all of her socks had turned a shade of bright orange. She still wasn’t too sure how that even happened. Robin was more than willing to have him do their laundry together…so long as she was there.

Robin had briefly turned her attention to whatever movie Finn had been watching when he went on about the full moon. “Seriously, Finn? There’s currently a farm animal calendar hanging in my kitchen because you wanted it,” she reminded him, although she was not at all surprised that the man still didn’t know when the next full moon was. When she had first learned about Finns little secret she had firmly believed that werewolves had an internal calendar. She quickly learned that it was a bunch of crap.

But seriously, she hated that damn calender.

"It’s not for another three days," she calmly informed him, taking another serving of ice cream. Honestly Robin loved Finn but sometimes she really regretted not buying that puppy when she had the chance. "But I’m not the one with the internal calender so if you need to run around like this for the next few days, by all means," she added with a wink, a teasing smile on her face indicating that she wasn’t as annoyed as she should have been.

#robinlacroix #full moon fever #finn must be stopped

There was a lot to be said about Finnigan Sanders -- but his undeniable love for Robin was not something that could be put into words. Who else was there to keep him in line? Who else could he walk around in just boxers with race cars printed all over them? Where else was he gonna do his laundry? Who would buy him chocolate moose track ice cream????? These were the questions that kept him up at night. "I only threw your underwear in with mine," he promised in mock sincerity as he brought a hand up to his chest and marked a cross over his heart before he met her gaze with a smirk. "As if I didn't learn my lesson after the last time? Although I don't know why you were complaining, orange is a great color on you," he rolled his eyes before leaning over to grab her wrist mid-bite, bringing the spoonful of ice cream to his mouth and taking it before leaning back on the couch once more. Things with Robin were just easy. So easy, in fact, that she really was on top of all things including his furry little problem which was, of course, a very hard thing to get on top of. Especially for Finn. He rubbed his lips together, thinking about the calendar on the fridge that was currently set to a pig covered in mud (next month was a horse and the month after that was a chicken coop -- how was he gonna focus on full moons with that calendar??) and he finally just shrugged at her. "Three days?" he confirmed, even though he would probably forget in three minutes. "What about leap year?" Finn didn't really know what a leap year was, let alone if they were in one. "Hey, when's the next -- were you hitting on me?" he paused, narrowing his gaze at her before reaching his hands up to cover his chest. "Ridiculous. You women are all the same -- you all just want me for my body." There was honest to god no reason in the world for any completely sane woman to want Finnigan Sanders, but he was pretty glad Robin clearly wasn't all there mentally.

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World's Best Dumb Looking Wiener || Charlotte & Finn

"She was asking for it! I was going to give her a quarter!!" she yelled to the man who had a grip on her arm and was escorting her out of the laundromat. She’d been caught trying to stick her stuff into someone else’s dryer. She pulled a quarter out of her pocket and flashed it at the man, "See! Shiny quarter that I was gonna give that bitch but then she started yelling and she deserved to have her face chewed off!"

"Yeah, go do your bath salts somewhere else," the man told her as he shoved her out the door and then threw her slop of wet clothes into her arms.

"Hey! Zombies were eating flesh long before bath salts became a thing and I find it degrading tha-" she started to rant, leaning to keep her face in the crack of the door as it closed. But then it was closed and she simply huffed at the door before pushing all her wet clothes into one arm and then turned, pulled down her shorts and pressed her bare ass against the glass of the door. "TAKE THAT MUSCLE MAN!" she yelled before yanking her pants up and taking off as he came back towards the door.

She ran until she was well into the woods on the path towards her little tent. She’d stopped for about a minute to just walk and catch her breath when she caught sight of her tent moving off in the distance. She’d been ready to go bite more faces off when she saw that it was Finn that was rummaging around her little camp. “Finny!” she yelled, raising a hand to wave as she took off running again.

She dropped her mess of wet clothes onto the table she’d stolen from some store and then ran and jumped up into Finn’s arms. “You realize it’s been like a full ten hours since we’ve seen each other??” she asked, her dark amber eyes widening as she gazed at him. Her hands then clapped to his face and she squished it, “That’s too long Finny.” She then wrapped her arms around his head and held it to her chest under her chin and let out a sigh, content to stay right there in his arms as she continued on her little conversation, “So, where have you been? What have you been up to? Break in anywhere interesting? I just got thrown out of the laundromat.”