Fryed

[misselizabeth-bennett]

Things were hard and to put it simply, she wasn’t handling it well. Ellie had always found that the best way to handle things getting worse, was to move her attention to something else. Usually her distractions weren’t the most healthy and Finn was no exception, especially considering that she was currently trying to break into his apartment. Once she’d discovered that his door was locked, she’d also discovered a hidden key in the first place that she looked, under the mat, he was going to get some shit about that later. After unlocking the door she moved silently to his bedroom, carefully leaving the door partially closed behind her. Still moving quietly she pulled her shirt off and unbuttoned her jeans, unzipping them and leaving them so that he could clearly see the lace thong beneath them, though everything was still covered. After climbing onto his bed she crossed her legs and fixed her breasts within the bra, making sure that they looked presentable. Finally she was satisfied, pulling her phone out of her pocket, sending him a text about losing her necklace and demanding that he checked his room. 

@finnfrye​ @farrahfrye

[finnfrye-blog]

Finn wrapped a towel around his waist as he stepped out of the shower. It was still early in the evening but he had decided to try and catch some extra sleep while he still could because soon he was planning to ask Farrah to come home with him, sort things out so she would finally be free of everything and move on. Just as he finished brushing his teeth, his phone vibrated on the sink. Ellie’s name popped up on the screen along with the usual demands. He rolled his eyes. How was it that she wasn’t even there and still bossing him around? Steam rolled out of the bathroom as he opened the door, sluggishly walking to his room. He was a little taken aback when he walked in to see Ellie already perched up on his bed. It took a moment for his brain to register that she hadn’t lost her necklace but as his experienced hues traveled down her body, falling directly on the lace fabric that was peeking out from behind her jeans, he suddenly no longer cared; he just wanted his cock in her mouth. “Is this my early birthday gift?” He smirked, dropping his towel to the floor.

[finnfrye-blog]

Text | Finn & Ellie

Ellie: Tequila?

Finn: Exactly. & I have some. Come over.

Finn: Let's celebrate.

[finnfrye-blog]

Text | Finn & Ellie

Ellie: No. I just got dinner, I might have some wine.

Finn: You know what's better than wine?

[finnfrye-blog]

Text | Finn & Ellie

Ellie: Yes but you looked and remembered

Ellie: Thank you.

Finn: Welcome.

Finn: Any big birthday plans for the night?

[finnfrye-blog]

Text | Finn & Ellie

Ellie: You know it's my birthday?

Finn: I am your employer... with all your paperwork that has your DOB.

Finn: A simple thank you would suffice.

[finnfrye-blog]

Text | Finn & Ellie

Finn: Happy birthday, Ellie.

[elodiexcartier]

finnfrye:

“Five years,” he repeated, nodding. “We don’t always know the reasons right away but I’ve found that there’s usually an ah ha moment, if you will, where you’re like ‘Oh, I get why that had to happen now.’” He glanced down at her now almost empty cup and stood up, turning to get the coffee pot. “Do you want more coffee? Or maybe something to eat?”

Originally posted by dailychrispine

“Well if it would like to hurry up and come along, that would be great. I’m impatient at the best of times, but especially about my negative emotions” other people’s she had all the time in the world for. It was weird how life worked out that way. “Honey rule one, you literally never need to ask me if I want more coffee. The answer will always be yes. If it isn’t… something is very wrong. But food does sound good. What do you have?”

[finnfrye-blog]

He let out a quiet laugh, topping off her mug. "I'm a bit of a caffeine addict myself," he admitted. It was one of his less shameful addictions. His gaze fixed on hers. "Well, your basic diner food. But I can make you pretty much whatever you want." He leaned against the counter, elbows resting on the top. A smirk turned up the corners of his lips, his eyebrows raising suggestively. "I aim to please."

[finnfrye-blog]

“This fuckin’ traffic will be the end of me..” A closed fist came down hard on the steering wheel of his car. Finnley had been in the same spot for fifteen minutes and the line was only just beginning to slowly move forward. Though being the boss allowed him to show up when he wanted to, this morning was a little different as he was holding a meeting with the waitstaff about their performance. Just as he took his exit off the highway, a green light turned straight to red as he reached it. Slamming on his brakes, his fists immediately made contact with the steering wheel again. It had been mentioned to him before that he needed to consider anger management but he kept putting it off. As he opened his mouth to mumble more expletives, his phone buzzed in the passenger seat. He answered, irritably. “What?” he hissed. The voice of his ex-fiance spewed into his ear, slowly relieving some of his pent up tension. Before the conversation could continue, he was jolted forward against the steering wheel, his jaw crashing against it and his phone slipping from his grasp. A large clank sounded as the two cars collided. Forcing the car into park, he grabbed his phone off the ground, yelling that he would call her back. He exited the car, slamming the door behind him as he walked over to the tail end. At the sight of the scratched up and dented bumper, Finn lifted his clenched fist to his mouth, his teeth sinking deep into his skin in an attempt to restrain himself. “What did I do to deserve this shit?!” he yelled, turning around to meet the other driver.

[lunajohansson-deactivated201805]

If there was one thing Finn loved about owning a diner, it was that he was the boss. That meant random drug tests didn’t apply to him. “It’s been a while but,” he shrugged, taking the joint from between her fingers. Taking a long drag, he held in the smoke until there was nothing left to exhale before giving it back. “Thanks,” he said with a grin. “This tastes way better than the shit I used to hustle in high school.” As they walked, Finnley kept his eyes forward. “I don’t go to bars often, period,” he said flatly. He was the type that would much rather drink in the comfort of his own home. “You, a serial killer?” He asked, letting out a deep laugh. “Hmm… I think I could take you.” He glanced over at her with an eyebrow raised and a smirk plastered on his face. “What about you though? Do you often leave parties with strangers?”

Luna couldn’t help but giggle (blame the weed). “You’re welcome. I would hope so! I have a pretty good dealer, but the good stuff is in Cali.” If she could, Luna would get her weed from there, but she burnt those bridges a long time ago. The blonde hippie found herself nodding her ahead in agreement as he spoke. “Same. I enjoy drinking at my own place or a friend’s, but sometimes I get into that mood to hit the bars.”

It took a moment for Luna to respond since she had just taken the last hit of her joint. Once the smoke had disappeared into the night air, she joked as she returned the smirk, “I highly doubt that.” Though Luna knew how to punch and another basic self-defense moves, she knew that she should at least take a join a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, or something. But Luna wasn’t a fighter. “I have.” She admitted to him, taking a drink of her beer. “Growing up where I did… It wasn’t out of the ordinary to welcome strangers into our house.” Looking ahead, the Irish bar came into view. “ And we have arrived.”

[finnfrye-blog]

Finnley’s eyes rose to the sign that decorated the front of the bar. It already looked inviting, not too many people lingering around which put him at ease. His shoulders relaxed and he pulled the door open, allowing her to walk inside before he followed. They made their way directly to the bar and he quickly took a seat on one of the stools, patiently waiting for the bartender to get to them. “Well,” he said, turning to face her with a smile. “I guess I should ask for your name so we aren’t strangers anymore.”

[isabellawilliams-wc]

finnfrye:

She was right, he probably wouldn’t have believed her but he still deserved to know. Up until the point Farrah went missing, their relationship had been perfect. Finnley sincerely believed he would spend the rest of his life with her and he did imagine one day having a family with her; he just never imagined it would be like this. His eyes narrowed as she talked about his distance and coldness towards her. “What did you expect, Bella?! My fucking sister had been abducted, my mom was falling apart, and my dad wasn’t doing much better. I had nothing left to give. But I thought out of everyone you would have my back. I was wrong though. You had Kyle’s back, front, and everywhere else I’m sure. Meanwhile I was kissing the ground you walked on and treating you like a queen.” He let out a huff and peeked around the corner at Reece to make sure he was still enthralled in the tv- he was. “You’re damn right I want a paternity test and as far as us getting back together? I’m not talking about that right now. I just want to know if he’s mine.” His hues scanned over her features. “And if he is mine, I want joint custody. We’ve already lost enough time thanks to you.” Finnley didn’t mean to come off as harsh as he was but he couldn’t help it- he was so angry with her; for cheating, for lying, for keeping their son away from him. Yet despite all his anger, he knew deep down he still loved her. He always would.

“Joint custody, Finn? No. He can visit you, but I’m not having joint custody.” Isabella stated firmly. “You put all of the blame on me but was it really all my fault if you think about it for a long and hard time? Because I really don’t think so. I wanted to help you, but you just pushed me away. You left me mentally long before I.. yes, screwed your best friend. He was there when you didn’t want me, Finn. Kissing the ground I walked on? Hell, you barely even looked at me while Kyle treated me like a queen. Not who I wanted to treat me like a queen, but he did. While I was still in love with you. And you just left me, Finn. You pushed me away. All I wanted was you but you didn’t want me back. So I did what you wanted and tried to get over you. Was there really any time lost when you didn’t want to spend the rest of your life with me?” She whispered quietly, not sure how she was articulating her thoughts so clearly when all she wanted to do was run. Or maybe kiss him. Both? She tried to put her anger away. It didn’t work, not when the man she loved was standing in front of her. Bella thought she’d managed to get over him, evidently not. Probably wasn’t ever going to, no matter how she tried to lie to herself. 

Originally posted by dailygalgifs

[finnfrye-blog]

Finnley knew she was right again. When Farrah was abducted his whole world changed; he changed. He stopped being the partner he was in the beginning of their relationship and started distancing himself from everyone, including Isabella. But even then, what right did that give her to have an affair with his best friend of all people? He winced at her words. He had wanted at one time to spend the rest of their lives together, hell maybe he still did. All he could focus on at that point was making sure Reece was his. The rest would work itself out later. “Are you fucking kidding me Isabella? He can visit me? If I’m his father he’s going to be doing a hell of a lot more than just visiting me.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Look, I can’t do this right now. First thing tomorrow morning I want a paternity test scheduled. When you have that done, call me” he demanded as he pulled his phone from his back pocket and handed it to her. 

[elodiexcartier]

finnfrye:

Finnley let out a chuckle and shook his head. “Honestly, it’s been five years since I left and came here to Chicago and I still have my bad days.” A sigh fell from his lips as he gazed down, twiddling his thumbs. “It’s definitely not easy when you think you’ll be with someone forever and they betray your trust. But I’ve just always believed everything happens for a reason so,” he shrugged. “What can ya do? Other than try and make the most of things.”

Originally posted by spacetribble

“Five years?” she hadn’t really meant it as a question, more just repeating in shock. She wasn’t sure how she was going to handle being hurt over this for another year, let alone another five. She had already picked up too many bad habits because of it. “Maybe they do. Just still trying to figure out what the reason this happened was” she had loved her life, now she had… well, at the moment, nothing. 

[finnfrye-blog]

"Five years," he repeated, nodding. "We don't always know the reasons right away but I've found that there's usually an ah ha moment, if you will, where you're like 'Oh, I get why that had to happen now.'" He glanced down at her now almost empty cup and stood up, turning to get the coffee pot. "Do you want more coffee? Or maybe something to eat?"

[delaneyhutchins]

finnfrye.

Finn let out a sarcastic laugh as he lit his cigarette before handing the lighter back to Delaney. He shook his head. “Nah, this shit sucks. I was just about to make a run for it, but you caught me. How did you get here?”

“Oooh busted.” She smiled putting the lighter back in her pocket. She shrugged her shoulders, “I needed to get out so I went for a walk. You wanna get some food maybe?”

[finnfrye-blog]

"Anything to get me of here," he said with a nod. "Lucky for you I know a great little diner, the management there is outstanding." He let out a chuckle, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his phone to call for an uber.

[isabellawilliams-wc]

finnfrye:

“What’s your name, buddy?” Finnley buzzed around the kitchen, fixing a plate of leftover food before popping it in the microwave. “Reece,” beamed the boy. “Ah, Reece. That’s a pretty cool name. “How old are you?” “This many,” he said matter-of-factly, holding up five fingers. “The big five, huh?” he asked as he poured a glass of chocolate milk. Reece nodded proudly. When the microwave beeper went off, Finn grabbed a fork and the plate and glass, leading Reece back into the living room. “How about some cartoons?” He set the food down on the coffee table and switched on the tv. It took a minute of channel surfing but he finally found one. As the little boy took a seat on the floor and started eating Finnley turned his attention back to his ex-fiance. His features hardened, his lips forming a thin, tight line across his face as he nodded towards the hallway and motioned for her to follow him there. “So you thought it was time to tell me the truth? What about five fucking years ago Bella? When you first found out you were pregnant maybe?!” he whispered harshly. He didn’t want to wake Farrah and he really didn’t want Reece hearing anything but he couldn’t help but to be angry with her. “How am I even supposed to know he’s for sure mine? You cheat on me with my best friend of eleven years, get knocked up, I don’t hear from you for almost five years, and you expect me to just welcome you with open arms and believe the things you’re telling me?” There was so much he wanted to say to her but right now his main focus was on the little boy sat cross legged in his living room. If Finnley really had a son, it would change everything.

“Don’t think you would’ve believed me.” She spoke softly, flinching at his use of her nickname. This was probably the first time she heard him all but spit her name out. “I cheated because you left, Finn. I wanted emotional connection, but you.. it was gone. You were empty. And your best friend showed me support and love when I needed it the most. But I guess I wasn’t there for you either so what am I even saying.” Her eyes flickered over to Reece, watching her son happily sitting there and eating like there wasn’t a care in the world. She usually never let him have anything with sugar and without vegetables, so she knew he was enjoying his meal. “We can do a paternity test. And… I want you back, Finn. I.” She swallowed, weary. He deserved to be angry. She had cheated on him after all. “I made a mistake. More than a mistake. Probably the biggest mistake of my life was not being there for you. But if I can never get you back again, I guess, it’d just be nice if you could be in our son’s life. That’s all.”

Originally posted by rose-coloured-gay

[finnfrye-blog]

She was right, he probably wouldn't have believed her but he still deserved to know. Up until the point Farrah went missing, their relationship had been perfect. Finnley sincerely believed he would spend the rest of his life with her and he did imagine one day having a family with her; he just never imagined it would be like this. His eyes narrowed as she talked about his distance and coldness towards her. "What did you expect, Bella?! My fucking sister had been abducted, my mom was falling apart, and my dad wasn't doing much better. I had nothing left to give. But I thought out of everyone you would have my back. I was wrong though. You had Kyle's back, front, and everywhere else I'm sure. Meanwhile I was kissing the ground you walked on and treating you like a queen." He let out a huff and peeked around the corner at Reece to make sure he was still enthralled in the tv- he was. "You're damn right I want a paternity test and as far as us getting back together? I'm not talking about that right now. I just want to know if he's mine." His hues scanned over her features. "And if he is mine, I want joint custody. We've already lost enough time thanks to you." Finnley didn't mean to come off as harsh as he was but he couldn't help it- he was so angry with her; for cheating, for lying, for keeping their son away from him. Yet despite all his anger, he knew deep down he still loved her. He always would.

[lunajohansson-deactivated201805]

“Anything sounds better than this.” Even though Finn was trying to avoid going to the bars, he needed the night to relax and enjoy himself; besides, what would a few beers hurt? “I’ll grab us a couple drinks from inside and then we can head that way.” He was in and back out of the house in less than five minutes. When he returned, she was still in the same spot he left her. “Ready?” he beamed, handing her one of the two beers he swiped from the party.

“Okay,” Luna said as she watched him walk back into the house to grab them a few drinks for the walk to the bar. As she waited, the yoga instructor sent a quick text message to her friend; letting her know where she was heading to text her once she made it home for the night.“Yep.” Taking the beer from him and opening it, Luna chuckled a little. “Beer in one and a joint in the other.” Walking away from the house party, Luna studied the man again. Going to a bar with a complete stranger wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but hell; she had grown in a fucking cult. What could be worst then that? Probably not a whole lot. “Want a hit?” she asked, realizing that she hadn’t asked earlier. How rude of her.

Knowing that she was most likely going to have to chug the beer, Luna took two drinks as her blue eyes scanned the area around them. She loved Chicago at night, much like how she loved California early in the morning. Everything was different – new. “So do you often go to bars with strangers? I mean I could be a serial killer.” Luna was joking of course, but she wanted to make him smile. “ A serial killer that tips going up the stairs… .But still a dangerous one.”

[finnfrye-blog]

If there was one thing Finn loved about owning a diner, it was that he was the boss. That meant random drug tests didn't apply to him. "It's been a while but," he shrugged, taking the joint from between her fingers. Taking a long drag, he held in the smoke until there was nothing left to exhale before giving it back. "Thanks," he said with a grin. "This tastes way better than the shit I used to hustle in high school." As they walked, Finnley kept his eyes forward. "I don't go to bars often, period," he said flatly. He was the type that would much rather drink in the comfort of his own home. "You, a serial killer?" He asked, letting out a deep laugh. "Hmm... I think I could take you." He glanced over at her with an eyebrow raised and a smirk plastered on his face. "What about you though? Do you often leave parties with strangers?"

[elodiexcartier]

finnfrye:

“Of course not, that was a figure of speech. Just my way of saying, you aren’t alone.” He absentmindedly drummed his thumbs on the countertop, nodding his head in agreeance. “Yeah, it does suck. It’s like you don’t know who to hate more, the friend or them. But you know,” he said with an optimistic smile, “Everything happens for a reason.” Finn was trying this new, ‘law of attraction’ thing. Think positive, and positive things will happen, supposedly. The storm had slowly passed and the heavy downpour had halted, making it significantly quieter inside the diner.”They messed up but we both got to start fresh somewhere new, so that’s a plus, yeah?” 

“I wish I was. I wish no one had to go through this because it sucks. I appreciate the sentiment though” still the feeling was awful. Even now she was still so hurt by the fact the man who had married her, hadn’t thought she was enough. She had spent longer then she cared to admit wondering what she had done wrong, and then just hating herself for that. “Oh I blame him. She was an idiot that’s true, but he made the choice to do it, no one forced him into bed with her”. She smiled softly, “see that sounds like the things I saw at work” and something she wanted to believe. She did about most things, but this? How could it. “I’m taking the silver linings where I can get them. Mostly in that at least I got the dog in the divorce. And now I get to spend more time with my sister… probably bad for her though. Not sure I have quite reached your level of optimism”. 

[finnfrye-blog]

Finnley let out a chuckle and shook his head. "Honestly, it's been five years since I left and came here to Chicago and I still have my bad days." A sigh fell from his lips as he gazed down, twiddling his thumbs. "It's definitely not easy when you think you'll be with someone forever and they betray your trust. But I've just always believed everything happens for a reason so," he shrugged. "What can ya do? Other than try and make the most of things."

[finnfrye-blog]

Text || Isley & Finn

Isley: Can I come over? I really need a friend to talk to and probably a shoulder to cry on.

Finn: Of course, you don't even have to ask.

[misselizabeth-bennett]

finnfrye:

After almost twenty minutes stuck in traffic Finnley finally made it to the entrance of the hospital. He entered the large automatic doors, heading straight for the elevators, holding tightly to the bag of food he brought Isley and Dan from Fryed. Luckily he was able to find an empty one. He sighed, his foot tapping the floor as the elevator rose to the ICU department. Hospitals gave him the creeps. Even as a child he didn’t like them. He just chalked his irrational fear up to a past life and left it at that but he always tried to avoid them whenever possible. Ding. The elevator came to an abrupt stop, slightly jolting him forward. When the doors separated, he quickly got off, almost running into Ellie who looked like she was waiting to get on. He gave her time off work when the accident first happened and he hadn’t since or heard from her. “Elizabeth?”

Her head snapped up from her phone as she heard her name, her eyes instantly narrowing at the sound. “I’m not sure what you don’t understand about not calling me that, but I’m starting to think that you’re just stupid.” She pushed past him into the elevator, folding her arms once she was inside, “And I’m not sure whether you think I want or need your company or sympathy, but either way you’re wrong on both accounts.” 

[finnfrye-blog]

He only called her Elizabeth because he loved seeing her worked up; albeit wrong place and time, but he loved seeing it nonetheless. "Why are you like this," he groaned. His foot was blocking the entryway, keeping the elevator doors from closing. "I just came by to bring Isley and your brother some food." He nodded down towards the bag in his hand. Finnley actually hadn't spoken with Ellie since the accident happened, as he was too busy dealing with his own mishappenings. Besides, he figured she would just shut him out anyway. "But since I'm here I could still keep you company... even if you don't want or need it." The truth was, He could use the company himself. Despite their constant bickering, he liked having her around. "Wait for me while I drop this off and see them for just a minute?"