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“ 𝚒'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚊𝚖.
INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE FINN HUDSON. PROTECTED BY KATIE , EST 3 / 31 / 2019. ©
𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢. ”
“ 𝚒'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚊𝚖.
INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE FINN HUDSON. PROTECTED BY KATIE , EST 3 / 31 / 2019. ©
𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢. ”
ONE. SINGLE. SHOT.
“ 𝚒'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚊𝚖.
INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE FINN HUDSON. PROTECTED BY KATIE , EST 3 / 31 / 2019. ©
𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢. ”
okay pals that’s all i got for drafts, anything else i’ll answer over on the new blog catch ya on the flip side !
wrblr·:
in truth, when blaine wanted to avoid his problems ( which occurred more often than one might think — ) he had a tendency to make himself busy. the busier, the better, because at least then, he couldn’t think. he wouldn’t have the time. when finn had suggested a day of absolute nothingness, it certainly was a drastic change from his usual ways of coping, but he had agreed. his budding friendship with finn meant a lot to him. there wasn’t anyone that understood as well as he did. he valued the support, and he gave what he could back. though truthfully, there was a bit of regret in that moment as he felt his stomach practically turning — protesting the amount of junk food he had eaten that day.
he nods, a hand reaching out to reach for the drink cup sitting in front of him, cool ice water still half full in the cup. ❛ there’s absolutely no way this is even remotely healthy. ❜ he says before lifting the cup to his lips, taking a few quick gulps. ❛ how are you even okay right now? is this a common occurrence for you? ❜ his eyebrows furrow as he leans back in his seat, a hand resting atop his belly. he’s not judging finn, not really — he’s mostly curious. and envious of his clearly superior digestive system.
“more or less,” finn answered with a little shrug. he wasn’t totally reckless with what he ate, though grilled cheese sandwiches and mcdonald’s had often been afterschool snacks. he’d been an athlete, after all, and couldn’t have subsisted on nothing but junk all the time. however, splurges like this weren’t out of the ordinary. food was often times a source of comfort for finn, whether it be his mom cooking one of his favorite meals or pigging out in front of the television, even better if with a friend. and as of late, he’d been licking his wounds alone; having blaine around was kind of a special occasion, even if their respective methods of finding some kind of emotional release seemed to differ pretty greatly.
“i guess doing stuff like eating junk food and shutting my brain off is kinda the way i deal with stuff,” finn admitted in a near-mumble, though that may have already been obvious. truthfully, he really hadn’t ever learned how to cope with things long-term in any other way. his short-term reactions to conflict or obstacles were often impulsive and emotional; his efforts to avoid making things worse in that respect pushed his behavior to the other end of the spectrum. he looked to blaine apologetically, clearly feeling a little guilty for being effectively responsible for his stomachache. a moment later, though, his expression changed, brows raised just a bit in curiosity. “what do you usually do? i mean — ... when you feel like you’re kinda having a tough time, or ... stuck in a rut like this.”
delacoer·:
she grows more nervous by the second —— the seconds between the end of the kiss and him speaking seemed to drag on for an eternity as she waited for him to reply to it all . even as rachel sings about heartbreak in the background , the smile on fleur’s face portrayed anything but . “ i —— i really like you . and i tried to hide it and tried to push it away , but —— ” any thought she had about the pain of leaving in the next month or so had fled her mind and been replaced with only him . even now , looking at him filled her body with something that could vaguely be described as happiness —— but it was more , it was some combination of happiness and fullness and love —— with her increasing feelings for him , she knew she’d regret not kissing him at least once before leaving , and now seemed like the perfect time to do so —— her first and last prom , with him as her date . “ i know this is probably the worst time to do this , but i wanted you to know . ”
she liked him. his heart was pounding, so much so that he could almost see his tie shaking against his chest a little bit with the amplified vibration, ringing so loudly in his ears that he almost couldn’t hear her — he certainly couldn’t hear the music anymore. finn was just looking back at her in disbelief, awed and convinced that he must’ve been trapped in some dream, some kind of alternate reality. jaw dropped slightly agape, his eyes were widened and sparkling with both utter joy and bewildered surprised. “i really like you, too.” it came out quickly, almost like it was an instinct, though still spoken gently in a voice thick with emotion. “i —...” finn cleared his throat, trying to regroup and gets his head back on straight to try and offer a more composed response. “i wasn’t going to tell you because — ... well, because i didn’t think you liked me back, but ... but also ‘cause i was afraid of dumping that on you when you had to leave, and all ... didn’t wanna make anything more complicated.”
gleestar·:
SHE STARTS TO GET COMFORTABLE , then pauses. ❛ oh—- ❜ she slides out of bed & limps over to her dresser , crouching down to the bottom most drawer. she pulls out a large t-shirt & some sweatpants. both were his. she smiles sheepishly as she turns to toss them to him. ❛ these are old , but… you should still fit in them. ❜ she makes her way to her bathroom , grabbing some pajamas to get into. brushing her teeth & changing , she eventually comes back out to get back into bed. she rubs her ankle with a frown before laying back down. ❛ kurt said he’d return those to you , but… they’re comfortable so i didn’t. sorry. ❜
he almost didn’t notice the way she was limping around in his surprise that she actually still had some of his old stuff. finn exhaled a light little chuckle, brows raised just a bit as he took them from her. he made sure to change quickly while she washed up in the bathroom, seated on the edge of the bed when she returned. “i was actually wondering what happened to this stuff when i was packing up my stuff to move into my dorm,” he admitted, tone teasing even if he was actually being honest. “but, uh ... guess i’m lucky you kept it.” finn paused, leaning over to try and get a look at her ankle. “ ... how’s the sprain?”
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“When you start eating for somebody else so that they can grow and be healthy, your relationship to food changes. What I realized was that if I’m so willing to eat right to take care of this baby, why am I not willing to do it for myself?”
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think i might move to a new blog, i’ve been feeling like a big nuisance and super disconnected and just genuinely like i kind of exist on my own little island on this blog and i really just want a comfortable space where the people on my dash are those who truly want to interact & also like want to be around me as a human being. i’ll work on finishing my drafts while i make the new blog probably and i’ll continue stuff over there that people wanna continue but i just ... have continued to feel bad here and i don’t want to give up writing fi.nn so i feel like this might be the best solution idk advice is appreciated
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“ really ? you’d let me intrude on your nightly call ? ” tone is both teasing and excited —— carole had become something of a second mother when fleur was there , but had fallen out of contact with her . maybe this was the boost that she needed to start her relationship with finn’s mother again —— and hearing that she had the same desire as the french girl made her heart soar inside of her chest at the mere thought . all this had made her realize just how much she’d missed being in lima , how much she missed being around finn all the time and seeing his family and her friends she’d made there . “ i’d love to . it would be really nice to hear her voice again . ” fleur glances down at the sidewalk for a moment , then back up at finn . “ have you finished eating ? i’d like to bring you somewhere else before we head back for the evening . ”
“c’mon, like anything you do would ever be intruding.” he said it teasingly, with a joking, lop-sided little grin, but the look in his eyes made it quite clear that it was something he meant wholeheartedly. he realized the way he was looking at her might be a bit warmer and more serious than the sentiment his expression and words were trying to convey, though, so finn was quick to drop his eyes and reset, picking up the last bite of his food to seem less suspicious. luckily, he didn’t have to work very hard at reassuming that more lighthearted demeanor, as fleur expressed her genuine interest in saying a quick hello to his mother. he looked back up to her without effort to hide his delight. “awesome. i can’t wait, she’s gonna be so psyched.” grin was unfaltering as he gave a nod to confirm he was all done, setting his fork down on his now basically empty plate. “yeah, i’m all set where are we off to?”
gleestar·:
SHE GIGGLES AS SHE’S CARRIED , always loving how small she felt around him. she rolls over on the bed , showing off just how much space there was. ❛ cmon then , ❜ she murmurs , patting the spot next to her as she gets settled in the covers. ❛ you can turn on my tv. i don’t mind—- ❜
“you sure?” it might make this whole thing a little more comfortable, but finn didn’t want to keep her awake. his habit of watching television late into the night and often falling asleep with it playing in the background obviously didn’t make for ideal sleeping conditions for everyone. he settled into the spot indicated, shifting a bit to get comfortable, remaining sitting up in case she confirmed that watching some tv for a while would be alright, though feeling a bit awkward having to sleep in his clothes. “i’ll keep the volume low...”
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