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Secret Santa Surprise
Maya’s Noteee 💌 – DAY TWO OF FLUFFMASSSS!! this is sorta late but whatever "( – ⌓ – )
Pairing: Ernesto Arellano x Reader
Summary: Ernesto secretly brings little gifts to cheer you up all week.
Word Count: ~430
Warnings: Fluff, cozy vibes, shy romance, cute gestures
The first week of December had barely started, but Ernesto had already become your own personal Secret Santa. You weren’t sure when he had started, or how he managed to sneak gifts into your bag without you noticing, but every morning there was something small and thoughtful waiting for you.
Monday morning, it was a tiny pack of peppermint candies with a note in his careful handwriting: “For a little sweetness today. Hope it helps 😊”
By Tuesday, it was a warm pair of fuzzy socks, folded neatly with another note: “Your feet deserve a hug too.”
You couldn’t help but smile every time, imagining him carefully choosing each thing, maybe even blushing as he hid it in your bag.
On Wednesday, you found a small notebook with a festive cover. You opened the first page and saw a short, shy note: “For your thoughts… or doodles. Maybe both.”
You texted him immediately, trying to sound casual: “Hey… um, did you leave this?
A few moments later, his reply came: “…maybe I did 😅”
Thursday brought a small packet of hot cocoa mix. You unwrapped it and laughed softly. “Ernesto, you’re ridiculous.”
His reply came instantly, along with a little embarrassed emoji: “Only the best for you ☕🎄”
By Friday, you were eagerly opening your bag every morning, guessing what he had left for you this time. He didn’t make a big deal about it, never tried to show off, just quietly made you feel cared for in his shy, attentive way.
Friday evening, you caught him lingering near the doorway, looking unusually nervous. “Um… did you like the… the gifts?” he asked, voice low, eyes flicking to yours.
You smiled, leaning against the counter. “I loved them. Every single one.”
His lips twitched into a shy smile, and he shrugged, looking away for just a second before returning his gaze. “I just… wanted you to feel happy. That’s all.”
You felt your chest warm at his words, realizing that these little gestures—his thoughtfulness, his quiet care—meant more than any grand declaration.
“Thank you, Ernesto,” you said softly. He blinked at you, surprised, before a small blush spread across his cheeks.
“No… thank you… for letting me do this,” he murmured.
As he walked away that evening, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked so shy yet proud, like he was giving a piece of himself with every little gift. And, somehow, it made you feel closer to him than ever.
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Twinkling Together
Maya’s Noteee 💌 – ITS THE FIRST DAY OF FLUFFMASSSSS!!! Anywayss, I loved writing this onee! Gwen’s playful, teasing energy makes decorating a Christmas tree feel extra cozy and romantic, and I had so much fun adding all the little touches and flirty moments.
Pairing: Gwen Blake x Reader
Summary: Gwen helps you decorate the Christmas tree, teasing and snuggling along the way.
Word Count: ~420
Warnings: Fluff, cozy vibes, teasing, light romance
The first snow had barely settled outside when Gwen barged into your living room, a box of ornaments cradled in her arms and a grin that made your heart skip a beat.
“Are you ready to make this the best Christmas tree ever?” she asked, dropping the box on the floor and plopping down beside it. Her excitement was contagious, and you found yourself smiling despite the cold that had seeped in from outside.
“I think so,” you laughed, brushing imaginary dust off your sweater. “I’m not sure I can compete with your energy, though.”
“Oh, please,” she said, tugging a string of twinkling lights out of the box. “You underestimate me—and overestimate your laziness.” She winked and began untangling the lights like it was the easiest thing in the world.
You shook your head, amused, but leaned in to help. As the lights finally came together, Gwen crawled closer to drape them across the tree, her knee brushing yours. “Hey, careful,” she teased, “I don’t want to start a war over a stray lightbulb.”
“Accidentally-on-purpose?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
Gwen laughed, her cheeks pink, and her hands paused mid-placement. “Maybe,” she admitted, and you had to stifle a giggle as she turned to roll her eyes at you, though it didn’t hide the small smile tugging at her lips.
As the two of you worked, she handed you ornaments, each one a tiny memory: a painted snowflake from last year, a glittery reindeer that had somehow survived a cat attack, a little wooden star.
“You know,” Gwen said softly, pausing to place a particularly crooked ornament, “I think the tree looks better when we do this together.” Her tone made your stomach flip in a good way.
You smiled, brushing your fingers over hers as you reached for a shiny bauble. “Yeah… it’s definitely more fun with you here.”
Gwen’s grin widened, mischievous yet warm, as she leaned closer. “You’re just saying that because I make the best tree decorating partner in the world.” She nudged your shoulder playfully, and you bumped back.
Finally, the tree was sparkling with lights and ornaments, the perfect mix of messy charm and festive magic. Gwen stepped back, eyes shining, and grabbed a strand of lights to drape around your shoulders like a glowing scarf.
“Ta-da! You’re officially part of the tree,” she announced with a grin. Then, without warning, she leaned in, brushing her lips gently against your cheek before quickly pulling back, cheeks tinged pink.
You froze for a second, heart racing, before Gwen shrugged with that familiar carefree smile. “Okay… maybe the tree’s shining a little brighter because of you.”
You rolled your eyes, laughing softly, but the warmth in your chest said otherwise. She plopped down beside you again, head resting lightly on your shoulder, and murmured, “Best decorating day ever.”
You couldn’t help but agree.
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K guys so yk how people do flufftober and stuff like that?? Would yall be interested in something like that but for December?
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Maybe…
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Can yall pls send in some requests… I lowk need some like now😭😭😭
Period Comfort Headcanons
Maya’s Noteee 💌 – Okay y’all… it’s been a minute but, I live for this one 🥹 I just had to write all the little ways Finney, Ernesto, and Gwen would take care of their s/o during their period. I hope this makes you feel warm, cozy, and loved reading it!
pairing: finney x Reader, Ernesto x Reader, Gwen x Reader (all separate headcanons, reader is female)
summary: A super detailed set of period comfort headcanons featuring Finney, Ernesto, and Gwen. From bringing snacks and heating pads to soft words, cuddles, and little gestures, each of them shows love and care in their own unique way to help you feel safe, cozy, and supported during your period.
word Count: ~3,750
warnings: Mentions of menstruation, cramps, mild discomfort, emotional moments, slight moody behavior, food/snack indulgence
Finney Blake
Noticing first signs: a quiet sigh, a hand resting on your stomach, or you rubbing your temples — he sees it all. Even when you try to hide it, he’s already concerned.
Hoodie thief: he offers his hoodie even if you already have one. If you steal it from him, he blushes but secretly loves it. “Hey… I wasn’t ready to share it yet,” he mumbles, corner of his mouth tugging into a small smile.
Snack deliveries: keeps your favorite snacks ready — chocolate, chips, fruit snacks — sometimes surprising you with treats he thinks you might like. If you look pained, he whispers, “Here… maybe this will help.”
Making a cozy spot: on the couch or your bed, he arranges pillows perfectly, tucks blankets around you, and adjusts everything until he’s sure you’re comfortable.
Text check-ins: while you’re at school, he sends tiny reminders: “Drink water 💛” or “Stretch a little, love, it might help.”
Listening ear: lets you vent, complain, or rant without interruption. If you throw an annoyed glance his way mid-sentence, he just shrugs with a small, patient smile.
Cheeky humor: makes small jokes to make you laugh. Even if you groan, he grins: “I’ll take that as a laugh, right?”
Errands & care packages: pads, heating pads, ice cream — he runs errands or brings them home with a shy, proud grin.
Hand-holding therapy: when cramps hurt, he gently takes your hand, letting you squeeze it as hard as needed, whispering: “I’m right here.”
Secret notes: leaves small notes in your bag or locker: “You’re stronger than you know 💛” or “Surviving today like a champ, love.”
Cuddles & naps: if you fall asleep on him, he gently tucks you in and watches you sleep, occasionally brushing hair from your face.
Massages: offers shoulder or back rubs when you ask, moving carefully and paying attention to your reactions.
Movie distraction: puts on your favorite show or movie, pausing whenever you need to lie down or close your eyes.
Small gestures: adjusts blankets, moves bags closer, or fluffs pillows without being asked.
Moody days: lets you be grumpy, extra, or snappy — he knows it’s not really you.
Quiet reassurances: occasionally whispers, “You’re safe with me, always.”
Distractions: plays video games, music, or makes you do small fun activities to lift your mood.
Mini comforts: brings tea, snacks, or blankets home even when it’s not your period.
Celebrating small victories: eats something? He’s proud. Gets through class? He’s impressed. Walks a long hallway? He gives a thumbs up with a grin.
Extra scene: when you’re curled up on the couch, he sneaks his favorite plush or blanket next to you. “You’ll need extra warmth for that cute little frown,” he teases.
Midnight text: if he can’t be there, he texts: “Wish I could be there to carry you through this… but I’m only a text away 💛.”
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Ernesto Arellano
Immediate attention: notices if something’s off instantly, asking softly: “Mi vida, do you need anything?”
Preparedness: always has snacks, tea, heating pads, and medication ready — exactly what you like.
Warm meals & drinks: makes soup, tea, or hot chocolate and brings it to you, smiling softly: “Just for you, mi amor.”
Environment control: adjusts the room — lights, temperature, music — creating a comfortable, soothing atmosphere.
Gentle touches: rubs circles on your back, arms, or legs while whispering calming words.
Emotion validation: “You’re allowed to feel this way, hermosa.” He never makes you feel guilty for being in pain or emotional.
Blanket cocoon: wraps blankets around you multiple times, ensuring warmth and comfort.
Soft kisses: forehead or cheek kisses paired with: “Siempre conmigo.”
Check-ins: sends texts like: “Do you need me to bring anything later?” or “Are you okay?”
Distraction arsenal: has your favorite movies or shows queued up, ready to take your mind off the cramps.
Prioritizing rest: encourages sleep or rest over everything else: “Focus on yourself, everything else can wait.”
Heating/Ice packs: applies them carefully to your stomach or back, checking your reaction.
Quiet support: stays near, holding your hand silently, letting you vent without interrupting.
Small surprises: fuzzy socks, chocolates, candles — anything to make you smile.
Emotional hugs: if you cry, he hugs you tightly, murmuring: “I’m here… it’s okay.”
Rearranging for comfort: adjusts blankets or pillows multiple times to make sure you’re perfectly comfortable.
Gentle teasing: “You’re extra, but I love it,” he murmurs if you sulk or complain dramatically.
Soft talking during cramps: “You’re strong, mi amor. I love you.”
Errand support: helps with school or small tasks, carrying items or opening doors.
Nighttime watch: stays until you fall asleep, making sure you feel safe.
Attention to detail: remembers exactly how you like to be cared for and does it without being asked.
Encouragement to ask: “I want to help, mi vida. Always.”
Extra scene: if you complain about cramps mid-show, he pauses the movie, carefully rubs your back, and whispers, “I got you, nothing else matters right now.”
Lunch care: if at school together, he packs your favorite snacks and sends encouraging texts between classes.
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Gwen Blake
Dramatic entrances: walks in: “Fear not, I come bearing comfort!” with snacks, blankets, and tea.
Cozy spaces: turns your room into a retreat: pillows, blankets, movies, and your favorite shows.
Validates feelings: lets you vent, cry, or rant — never minimizing your pain.
Humor as medicine: jokes about cramps or moods: “If men had periods, the world would be chaos.”
Snack queen: constantly brings snacks, drinks, chocolate, tea — whatever you like.
Physical comfort: sits behind or beside you, hugging you while you curl up.
Sticky notes: leaves notes like: “You’re tougher than this stupid uterus 💖.”
Distraction master: crafts, games, or challenges to take your mind off the cramps.
Errand runner: fetches pads, heating pads, snacks — no complaints.
Cycle check: casually asks if you’re prepared, making sure you don’t forget anything.
Affectionate teasing: “You’re extra today, but I love it.”
Brushes hair, helps with nails, or just sits together quietly.
Protective moments: shuts down anyone making comments about your mood: “She’s on her period. Back off.”
Rest encouragement: “Nothing else matters today, just you.”
Comfort setup: fluffs blankets, arranges pillows, and ensures snacks are within reach.
Shared whining: sometimes she joins in whining about cramps to bond and lighten the mood.
Tucking in: tucks you in mid-rant and smiles softly at your melodrama.
Playful touches: hugs, gentle massages, or silly pokes to make you laugh.
Celebrates small victories: eating, drinking water, finishing homework, or even just smiling.
Consistency: knows exactly what makes you feel better and repeats it every period.
Extra scene: if you’re falling asleep while watching a movie, she’ll pull the blanket over you, poke your cheek, whisper “Sleep, love… I got you.”
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What fic should I release nextttt??
Give Me a Chance – Ernesto x Reader
Anyone Else but You – Finney x Reader
Period Comfort Headcanons (Finney, Ernesto, Gwen)
Change for You – Finney x Ernesto’s Sister
Caught Between Hearts – Ernesto x Finney’s Girlfriend ( SHE ISNT CHEATING BTW! )
Unexpected Courage
Maya’s Noteee 💌 – y’all… I LUVVVV me some opposites-attract type stories, and Ernesto is just perfect for it. I love writing him as shy, patient, and observant, and pairing him with a bold, independent reader just makes my heart melt 🥹.
pairing: Shy!ernesto x daring reader
summary: She’s bold, daring, and fearless — the exact opposite of shy, quiet Ernesto. But her energy draws him out in ways no one else can, and he can’t help but be captivated by her confidence… even if he’s a little terrified to admit it.
word count: 1,350
warnings: minor school teasing
The first time she leaned in close, whispering something teasing in his ear, Ernesto froze. His words stumbled in his mouth, and he could feel his cheeks heating up.
“Don’t just stand there. Say something,” she said with a smirk.
“I… uh… hi,” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
She laughed, bold and daring. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Ernesto wiped his palms on his jeans, wishing the ground would swallow him up. But every time she pushed him, teased him, or challenged him, a little spark of courage grew in his chest. He wanted to rise to the challenge — to meet her energy — even if it terrified him.
Later, they walked down the hallway together, and she suddenly grabbed his hand. Ernesto froze completely.
“Hey!” she said with a grin. “Don’t pull away. You’re mine for today.”
“Uh… okay,” he muttered, blushing furiously. “Yo… yo estoy aquí.”
She just smirked, holding his hand tighter. “I like it when you’re nervous.”
The rest of the morning was a mix of teasing and small, daring gestures from her. She nudged him in the cafeteria line, whispered playful comments as he tried to focus on his lunch, and even flicked his shoulder gently when he hesitated to talk to someone she knew. Each time, Ernesto’s face grew redder, but secretly, he loved it.
“Stop staring at me like that,” she said once, leaning close enough that he could smell the faint scent of her perfume.
“I… I’m not staring,” he stammered, fumbling with his tray. “Yo… I just…”
She laughed, tugging him a little closer. “Yeah, sure. You’re adorable when you’re nervous, you know that?”
By mid-afternoon, they found themselves walking past the gym, alone in a quiet hallway. She bumped into him playfully. “Race you to the stairs?”
“I… uh… okay,” he said, hesitating for a moment before breaking into a slightly awkward but genuine run. They reached the stairs together, laughing, his heart pounding — not just from the sprint, but from being so close to her.
After class, she leaned on his shoulder, and Ernesto stiffened for a second before slowly relaxing. “You’re heavy,” he whispered in mock protest, but the way he said it was soft, almost tender.
“You like it,” she said with a grin, and he couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him.
Later, while walking to the bus, she tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. He caught her instantly, pulling her close. “Cuidado,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“I’m fine,” she protested, even as her heart raced from how close he was.
“You could’ve hurt yourself,” he said, still holding her. “No way I’m letting that happen.”
By the time they parted ways at the bus stop, Ernesto lingered a little, reluctant to let go. “See you tomorrow?” he asked quietly, his hand brushing against hers one last time.
“Definitely,” she said, smiling.
That night, he replayed the day in his head — her teasing, her boldness, the way she held his hand like she owned it. And he realized something: maybe being a little braver, being a little flustered, and letting himself get pulled along by her energy… wasn’t so bad.
Because for the first time, he didn’t just want to survive the day — he wanted to savor every daring, teasing, nerve-wracking second of it… with her.
GUYSSS little side note: this is based off of a request that I got but tumblrs acting like a bitch, and it didn’t save the ask and I don’t remember who requested this story, srry to whoever requested😭😭
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Finney x male reader (I hope you’re comfortable with that, if not then Gn is okay too!!) who just simply patches Finney’s knuckles after fights.
Knuckles & Comfort
Maya’s noteee 💌 - Hiii, Maya here!! I’ll be writing this fic based on this lovely person’s ask! I’ll start writing for male readers soon, but since I put that poll up and yall voted for Finney, I decided to make this one GN instead. Hope yall like it!! ˙𐃷˙
pairing: finney blake x gn reader
summery: The reader stumbles into Finney mid-fight in the gloomy schoolyard and intervenes, patching up his bloody knuckles and discovering the vulnerability behind his aggression.
word count: 1500
Warnings: Mild violence, blood, fighting, intimidation, hurt/comfort, brief panic
The sky hung heavy and gray over the schoolyard, clouds blotting out the sunlight in a way that made the air feel colder than it actually was. A cluster of students had gathered around the center of the yard, murmuring nervously. You were halfway across the yard, earbuds in, trying to get to your next class when a sharp yell cut through the overcast silence.
Curiosity nudged you forward, but as you got closer, the sight made your stomach drop.
Finney was there, looming over the new kid. His fists were clenched, scraped, and bloodied, each punch landing with a thud that made the crowd flinch. The kid stumbled, holding up their arms defensively, and more blood was smeared across their pale face.
“What the hell…?” you whispered, stepping closer. The murmurs of the crowd grew louder as you pushed through the onlookers. “Finney! Stop!”
He didn’t even look at you at first, his chest heaving, jaw tight. Another punch landed, and your stomach clenched. Blood ran across the knuckles of his fists and spattered the new kid’s face.
“What… what are you doing here?” he finally snapped, turning his head slightly, voice sharp but uneven.
“I—I said stop!” you yelled again, forcing yourself to the front. You could feel the eyes of every student on you, whispering and nudging each other. “WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU????”
Finney’s fists twitched, and he shifted his stance, but you didn’t back down. The new kid blinked up at him, fear wide in his glossy eyes, and that seemed to break something inside him.
Slowly, finally, he let his fists drop. You rushed forward, crouching and taking his hands in yours. They were scraped, bloodied, and trembling slightly.
“Look at these,” you murmured, tracing the cuts carefully. “You’re bleeding.”
“I’m fine,” he muttered, shrugging weakly, though the blood on his own hands seemed to make him flinch subconsciously.
“Nope,” you said firmly. “Not until I patch them up.”
You guided him toward the quieter side of the yard where fewer students lingered. The whispers of the crowd faded into the background as you knelt, carefully cleaning the cuts with a bottle of water you grabbed from your bag. Finney flinched a little at the sting but didn’t pull away. He kept his gaze on the ground, jaw tight, fists flexing unconsciously.
“You could’ve seriously hurt that poor kid,” you murmured, voice low, almost afraid of his reaction. “Why… why’d you do that?”
He swallowed, staring at the gray pavement. “I… I wanted him to know… who runs things,” he admitted quietly, voice rough around the edges.
“Finney,” you said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, “you don’t have to hurt anyone to prove yourself. People respect strength, yes—but not like this. Not through fear. You don’t need to do that.”
He blinked, jaw loosening slightly. “I… I just… I wanted to be seen.”
“And you are,” you whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “I see you. Always have.”
A shaky laugh escaped him, barely audible over the distant murmurs of the students still lingering in the yard. He leaned slightly into your touch, tension melting slowly, piece by piece.
“I… uh… thanks,” he admitted quietly. “For stopping me.”
“Anytime,” you said with a small, reassuring smile. “But maybe next time, keep the fists in the gym, okay?”
Finney smirked faintly, softer this time, letting the bloodied knuckles rest in your hands as he finally exhaled. The overcast sky seemed less heavy somehow, the gray daylight turning gentle against his bruised and scraped hands. The whispers of the crowd felt distant, irrelevant, as the two of you shared a quiet, almost intimate moment in the middle of the chaotic schoolyard.
He lifted his gaze to yours, vulnerability softening the hard edge of his features. “I… I guess I just… didn’t know what else to do,” he admitted, voice low.
“You’re stronger than you think,” you murmured, squeezing his hand gently. “But strength isn’t just fists. It’s knowing when to stop, when to care.”
He swallowed, eyes glinting, and for the first time that day, his shoulders seemed lighter. He gave you a small, uncertain smile. “I… I think I could learn that,” he said softly.
“Good,” you whispered, brushing some dirt from his palm. “And I’ll help you.”
The overcast sky pressed down on the schoolyard, gray and heavy, but in that corner, next to the bloodied knuckles and bruised pride, it felt… quiet. Safe, somehow. And for the first time, Finney let himself be just a kid again, not a fighter, not the kid who killed the grabber, just… him.
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GUYSSS who’s the next person I write a fic for????
Ernesto Arellano
Finney Blake
Gwen Blake
Do you write smut for Finney?
hiiiii, I don’t think I’m gonna be writing smut right now since I literally just started this page a couple days ago 😭 but maybe in the future!
Under His Watch
pairing: finney blake x reader
summary: When the snowstorm traps you at the abandoned camp, the dark echoes of the past rise again. Finney Blake is there every step of the way, protective, teasing, and unwavering, making sure you’re safe while navigating the fear, the unknown, and the lingering shadows. In his care, you realize some safety comes not from walls or lights, but from someone who refuses to let you face danger alone.
word count: 914
warnings: mild horror themes, fear/anxiety, protective behavior, comforting physical contact.
The storm started in the afternoon. One minute the sky was gray, the next the wind was whipping snow sideways, rattling the cabin windows and sending icy drafts through every crack. I hugged myself tightly on the bed, wishing I could disappear under the blankets. Every creak in the old wood, every whisper of wind made my chest tighten.
Then, just like that, Finney appeared. He slid the cabin door open quietly, ducking under the low frame. “Hey,” he said, voice soft but steady, “you’re freezing.”
“I’m fine,” I mumbled, though the chill in my bones said otherwise.
He didn’t argue. He dropped his jacket over my shoulders and sat beside me anyway, close enough that the warmth radiated through my spine. “No arguing,” he said, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. “You stay put. I’ll handle the scary stuff.”
I wanted to protest, but the look in his eyes — calm, confident, unwavering — shut me up. He wasn’t just speaking; he meant it. Every motion, every glance, screamed: I’ve got you.
Hours passed. Every bump in the cabin, every groan of the old structure, made me flinch, and every time, Finney was there. His hand would brush against mine when I moved, or he’d lay an arm across the back of the couch, leaning close enough that I could feel his heartbeat.
“You okay?” he whispered once, his voice soft, almost reverent. “I know it’s bad, but I’ve got you.”
I nodded, gripping my knees. “Yeah… thanks.”
The storm outside didn’t let up. The wind howled, rattling the windows. I could barely see the dark shapes of the trees outside, twisting in the snow. Then, a sudden, jarring ring echoed from the old payphone in the corner of the cabin.
I froze, staring at it, heart hammering.
“I’ve got this,” Finney said immediately. His hand brushed mine in a quick, grounding touch. “Don’t touch it. Not gonna happen. I’m not letting anything near you.”
The receiver crackled, a distorted, sinister voice cutting through the silence. “Finney… you can’t hide…”
My stomach dropped. I recoiled instinctively. Finney tightened his grip on my shoulder. “You’re not alone. Not now. Not ever. I’m right here.”
Even in the shadow of fear, there was a strange relief. I wasn’t alone — not while he was there.
When the storm allowed for a move, we had to investigate the strange noises. Finney didn’t let me go first. “I lead. You follow. Close. Don’t wander,” he instructed, voice steady.
Every step down the narrow, creaking hallway, his hand would brush mine like a reminder: I won’t let anything happen to you. The air was thick, cold, and heavy with the unknown. Every shadow seemed to pulse, but his presence made it bearable. He whispered jokes to keep me distracted, small teases about how jumpy I was, and reminders to stay close.
At one point, a door creaked behind us. I gasped, spinning toward the sound. Finney spun with me, arm immediately wrapping around my waist, pulling me behind him. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. His protective closeness made my heart race, and not entirely from fear.
When we reached the basement, dark and cold, Finney stopped and turned to me. “Stay behind me,” he said. His eyes scanned the room, assessing every shadow, every corner. “No matter what, you don’t go anywhere alone.”
I nodded, feeling a strange mix of fear and comfort. The room smelled of mildew and old wood, thick with the echoes of the past. In the center stood an old chair, cracked leather and worn straps.
He moved first, flashlight cutting the darkness, his other hand occasionally brushing mine to reassure me. I could feel his focus on me, unwavering — protective in a way that made the hair on my arms stand up.
Suddenly, the temperature dropped. A chilling laugh echoed through the basement. “You shouldn’t be here…”
Finney immediately positioned himself between me and the sound. “We are,” he said, voice low and steady. “And you’re not touching her. Not while I’m here.”
The shadows seemed to pulse, the room tightening around us. My chest felt like it would burst. But his hand on my back, firm and grounding, kept me rooted.
Minutes stretched like hours. Every whisper, every creak of the cabin, every shadow pressed against my nerves. And every time I flinched, he was there. Always there. His arm brushing mine, his shoulder against me, leaning in just enough to make me feel safe without smothering me.
By the time the storm outside subsided, the tension had eased slightly. I was trembling, but it wasn’t entirely from fear. My hands were warm in his, his presence grounding me like nothing else could.
“You made it,” he murmured, brushing hair from my face again, smirking faintly despite the exhaustion. “See? I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Thanks… Finney. Seriously.”
He just shrugged, leaning back on the couch, still keeping an eye on me. “I’m not going anywhere. Not while you’re around. You can count on me.”
And in that moment, with the remnants of the storm swirling outside and the shadows of the past lurking in the corners, I realized something important: safety wasn’t just about lights or locked doors. It was about someone refusing to let you face fear alone.
And for me, that someone was Finney Blake — steady, protective, and unwavering under the darkest skies.
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Frequencies For U
Fluff - ₊˚ෆ | Angst - ✰
M! Reader - ☁︎ | F! Reader - ᯓ★ | GN! Reader - ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃
The Black Phone 2
Finney Blake
Under his watch ₊˚ෆ ᯓ★
Knuckles & Comfort ₊˚ෆ ✰ ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃
Period Comfort hcs ₊˚ෆ ᯓ★
Gwen Blake
Period Comfort hcs₊˚ෆ ᯓ★
Ernesto Arellano
Rainy Days With U ₊˚ෆ ᯓ★
Period Comfort hcs ₊˚ෆ ᯓ★
Always around + Part 2 - COMING SOON
Here For You - COMING SOON
♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ About Me !!
Maya / Nineteen.
Loves… The Black Phone, JJK, Anime, Blue items, horror movies, reading, drawing, painting, listening to music, Studio Ghibili.
Hates… Negativity, loud and obnoxious people, socializing.
Rainy days with u
pairing: ernesto arellano x reader
summary: It’s raining, you’re hanging out on Ernesto’s couch, wrapped up and cozy, just enjoying being together.
word count: 500
warnings: none
The rain had been falling for hours, tapping rhythmically against the windows and creating a soft, steady hum that filled Ernesto’s apartment. You were curled up on his couch, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies that smelled faintly of him, clutching a steaming mug of hot chocolate like it was a lifeline.
Ernesto leaned against the armrest, watching you quietly. “Hey,” he said softly, breaking the silence. “You look cold.”
“I’m fine,” you murmured, pulling the hoodie tighter around yourself. But the way your fingers trembled slightly betrayed you.
He didn’t argue. Instead, he got up and grabbed a thick blanket, draping it over both of you. Sitting down beside you, he pulled you close so your head rested against his shoulder. The warmth of his body seeped into yours, and the chill from the storm began to fade.
“You know,” he said after a moment, his voice low and teasing, “I think you’re my favorite part of any day.”
You glanced up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You say that every time.”
“Maybe,” he admitted, smirking, “but I mean it every time.”
The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, listening to the rain. Occasionally, Ernesto would brush a strand of hair from your face or adjust the blanket so it covered your shoulders better. His hand found yours, lacing fingers with a gentle firmness that made your heart squeeze.
“You’re really warm,” you said softly, leaning into him a little more.
“Yeah,” he murmured, resting his head against yours. “I like this. Just… us. No noise, no chaos. Just you.”
You let out a soft laugh, the sound mixing with the patter of the rain. “You’re cheesy,” you said, but your cheeks were pink, and your smile betrayed that you liked it.
“Cheesy?” he repeated, pretending to be offended. “I’ll have you know this is pure, unfiltered honesty.”
You giggled, snuggling closer. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you impossibly closer, like he was afraid if he let go for even a second, you might disappear.
After a while, Ernesto pressed a soft kiss to your temple, then the top of your head. “I don’t care if it’s raining forever,” he whispered, “as long as I’m here with you.”
You tilted your head to look at him. His eyes were soft, vulnerable even, and your heart did a little flip. “I like being here with you too,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
The storm raged on outside, but inside, it was quiet and warm. You felt safe, loved, and somehow, perfectly content, wrapped up in his arms, drinking in the peacefulness of a rainy day spent together.
And in that small, quiet apartment, with the rain drumming a steady rhythm against the windows, you realized that sometimes the best moments were the simple ones—like sitting here, wrapped in a blanket with Ernesto, feeling like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you.
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