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Cockblocking

Finstock’s Fucked Up Long Weekend, Day 1: Date Night

Words: 3,148

Summary: No one in Beacon Hills ever ends up winning in the dating department. Coach Finstock is not the exception to this rule. 

The first clue that something is wrong is that Coach is in a good mood. Not for just a day, either. Not on the lead-up to a long weekend, or after they win a big game. A consistent good mood. It’s already day 6. He’s complimented Greenberg’s form, for chrissakes. 

It’s that bad. 

The second, somehow less obvious clue, is that he looks like he may be dying.

“You feeling okay, Coach?” Stiles asks, setting a bottle of orange juice on his desk.

“Life is damn good, Bilinski,” Coach says, not even a hint of irony in his voice. He frowns at the bottle. “That’s the third one you’ve brought me. You trying to clean out your fridge?” He grabs the bottle and turns it in his hands, checking for an expiration date. 

“No,” Stiles says, trying not to sound affronted. “My dad can’t have orange juice. Too high in sugar.”

Coach gives him a Look as he twists the cap off. “Your dad has my sympathies.”

“I’ll let him know that.” Stiles is pleased when that seems to be good enough, and Finstock takes a sip from the bottle. “You been sleeping?”

“Well, not as much as I used to,” Coach says with a laugh. Like, a normal laugh, not a sarcastic one void of actual mirth. Which is what most of Coach’s laughs sound like. “But sometimes a man has to sacrifice sleep for the greater good.”

“What’s the greater good?” Stiles asks. 

Coach opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, then abruptly closes it again. He usually does that when he remembers at the last second that he’s a teacher. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“I’m uh… 17, Coach,” Stiles says. “And I took sex ed last year. You taught it. Remember the condom on the goose gourd incident?”

“One day you kids will appreciate that not everything you’re gonna try and play with in life is as aerodynamic as a banana.” Coach takes a longer sip of his juice. “Yes, I have a girlfriend. Happy?”

“Hey, congrats!” Stiles is genuinely happy for him, even if the idea that someone is so genuinely into his lacrosse coach that the guy is starting to look peaky from lack of sleep is… unnerving at best. “Love makes the world go ‘round and all that. Just uh… maybe do some more sleeping too?”

“Bilinski, I’ve had too many years of sleeping plenty,” Finstock scoffs. “I’m more than caught up enough to miss some now.”

“Yeah, that’s… not how sleeping works, Coach,” Stiles says. “Haven’t you also had insomnia like… forever?”

“Go sit down.” Coach tips his head back and drains the bottle of juice, handing it to Stiles once it’s empty. “Recycle that on your way to your seat.”

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Finstock’s Fucked Up Long Weekend 2019 Masterpost

And that’s a WRAP folks! 

I want to thank everyone for participating, whether you wrote, made a graphic, reblogged, liked or just ENJOYED the three days of madness-- THANK YOU. This weekend was so much fun and I was nervous and excited to see how it went and it was so much better than my expectations. If you are worried about missing the weekend but are still inspired, KEEP THE INSPIRATION TRAIN GOING! Add to the Ao3 collection, send me a DM and I’ll add it to this Master Post! <3 

If I’ve missed anything PLEASE TELL ME! I will happily add it. I was making this late at night so I was nodding out a few times. 

FRIDAY

A Side: Noise Complaint

Band-Aids & Breakfast by @mia6363 

Summary: A floorboard creaked behind her. 

She turned, expecting to see her father’s familiar form fill the narrow hallway, rubbing his eyes and a hoarse “Alley-Cat?” on his lips.

Instead, she saw a lumbering stranger.

Noise Complaints by mitsususu

Summary: If anyone fired Kira Yukimura, the administration would riot.

B Side: Date Night

Cockblocking by @anchorsandadderall​

Summary: No one in Beacon Hills ever ends up winning in the dating department. Coach Finstock is not the exception to this rule.

Date Night by @twothumbsandnostakeincanon​

Summary: N/A

SATURDAY

A Side: After Midnight

The Witching Hour by @anchorsandadderall​

Summary: There are not a plethora of druids in Beacon Hills, and the Hale pack is no longer considered particularly illustrious. This means that their Emissary situation needs a little… creativity.

I’ve Got You (Under My Skin) by @mia6363​

Summary: “Thanks for waiting with me. Even if you’re a stone-cold killer,” her smile never dipped, never wavered as Finstock’s eyebrows raised, “it beats being alone in the dark.”

“Hey,” he grinned, “you could be a killer too.”She grinned and hit his chest, a light tap.

“Thank you. I hate that automatic, women aren’t likely to be violent murderers.” She rolled her eyes and Finstock’s heart thudded with the motion. “Anyone can do anything.”

B Side: Creature Feature

Creature Feature by mitsususu

Summary: Local Coach Stops Bus Attack, Saves Students

Papa Cupcake by @rebakitt3n​

Summary: Stiles and Peter run into Stiles' old coach and finds out the man has hidden secrets. And knows things.

Bippity Bobbity Bullshit by @mia6363​

Art type: Graphic

Dead and Dazzling by @mia6363​

Summary: Isaac slid the Ouiji board onto the glass, his lip bitten between his teeth.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Oh, definitely not.” Stiles laughed, loud and bubbly the way he would when he’d had a few beers. “But it’s tradition. Boyd would have remained an undeclared major if the spirit of Napoleon hadn’t pushed him toward,” Stiles snapped his fingers, “aw shit, what did Napoleon tell you to do, Boyd?”

“Civil Engineering.” Boyd leveled Stiles with an unimpressed look. “I know you were moving it, Stiles.”

“Semantics!”

SUNDAY

A Side: Team Building Exercise

Team Building Exercises by @mia6363​

Art Type: Graphic

B Side: Rest and Relaxation

Retirement by @anchorsandadderall​

Summary: Hunters aren't supposed to retire. But then, by Bobby's reading of the code, hunters are starting to do a lot of things they're not supposed to. And it just so happens that a hunter's skill set and a restaurant manager's skill set have an awful lot of similarities. At least, they do when the restaurant is the truck stop on the edge of Beacon Hills, where the law of necessity makes customer service standards a lot more flexible.

Self-Rec Finstock Fics by @mia6363​

Art Type: Rec Post

[mia6363]

Coming Soon - Bippity Boppity Bullshit

Of all the Fairy Godmothers and Fairy Godfathers, Bobby Finstock certainly wasn’t a shining example or one to emulate… but god damn he can get the job done. 

This graphic is for @finstocksfuckeduplongweekend​ Saturday B-Side, Creature Feature. I’ve been toying around with a drunk Fairy Godmother idea for a long time and who better to play that sparkly, bourbon-soaked role than Finstock? He’s a bitter magical being who’d rather crawl back into the bottle, but sometimes a Wish just has to be grated and he’s pulled right back in. 

Things I hope to include in this:

Hungover Finstock in deep pain while surrounded by cheery bright colors

Finstock in pink tulle, even if it’s just for a few seconds

Rival is fully Disney’d out in periwinkle robes and bluebirds on their shoulders

Finstock’s swearing making his “clients” nervous

Is this a fic y’all would be interested in seeing?

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Retirement

Finstock’s Fucked Up Long Weekend, Day 3: Rest and Relaxation

Words: 4,704

Summary: Hunters aren't supposed to retire. But then, by Bobby's reading of the code, hunters are starting to do a lot of things they're not supposed to. And it just so happens that a hunter's skill set and a restaurant manager's skill set have an awful lot of similarities. At least, they do when the restaurant is the truck stop on the edge of Beacon Hills, where the law of necessity makes customer service standards a lot more flexible.

Inspired by this Tumblr post about the manager we all deserve. 

Gerard stares across the dining room table as an uncomfortable silence settles over the room. Silverware has stopped clicking on plates. All the comfortable chatter is quiet. Silence that’s finally broken by a beep from the oven, a warning that the frozen pie is almost done.

“I don’t understand this, Bobby,” he finally says, sitting back in his chair.

“‘I quit’ isn’t really a hard concept, Gerry.” Bobby stabs a piece of squash on his plate. “You want it in writing? Need 2 weeks notice?”

“You don’t just quit being a hunter. It’s not like you’re an insurance salesman and you’re hanging up your hat here.”

The oven timer begins going off in long, repeat tones. Everyone at the table looks at each other and has a brief argument with their eyes. Chris, as the male, is the loser. As usual. He gets up and goes into the kitchen, leaving Kate and Victoria to see how this plays out.

‘You gonna tell me this is a mafia situation?” Bobby asks, raising his eyebrows. “Once you’re in you can’t get out? We both know that’s not a good look for this line of work. You don’t want lackluster people running into the woods with guns, do you?”

Gerard raises his eyebrows. “Obviously I’m obligated to answer that with a no,” he says flatly. “But since when are you lackluster? You always had a great deal of… zest for your job.”

“Sure.” Bobby pulls the squash from his fork with his teeth, trying to choose his next words with a modicum of care. He’s not actually stupid enough to turn this into an argument about leadership politics. “I’m too old-school, though. I was in it for chasing away the feral omegas, keeping the kids and the freaks out running at 5 AM safe. This new thing with the swords and the bisecting... that’s not my scene.”

“Oh, that.” Gerard waves that off, like leaving half of a corpse hanging from a tree isn’t a big deal. “I can assure you, that’s a tradition that goes back quite a way. It just feels like we’re at a point where we need to get back to our roots. Send messages.”

“Drawing and quartering is a tradition too. Thumb screws. Iron maidens. I don’t have the stomach for any of it.”

“Really.” It’s not a question and Gerard’s eyes are fixed on him like they’re trying to bore holes right through. “I’m surprised. You’ve always had a fine stomach.”

Bobby stares right back. “Guess I’ve found my limit.”

The silence turns harder. Bobby and Gerard stare each other down. Bobby can hear someone breathing faster behind him. Probably Kate, anticipating a fight if her daddy sics her on him. Leadership politics indeed.

Chris clears his throat from the kitchen doorway. “Vic?” he prompts, a subtle reminder to the whole room who’s supposed to be in charge here.

Victoria looks around the table, and Bobby can almost see the calculations running in her head. Picking out who has which weapons, likelihood that her kid wakes up before any bodies could be cleared away, backlash from other hunter families no matter which way it goes.

“Oh, Bobby. There’s no need to be dramatic,” she says with a gracious smile. “We’ll miss you. And if retirement doesn’t sit well with you, you can always come back, you know. Now, let’s all have dessert.”

Chris is the only one Bobby says goodbye to after the most uncomfortable slice of apple pie in the world (burnt too). He shakes his hand and clasps his forearm.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna survive this,” he says honestly. “You’re too old school. Like me.” And this... regime... is new. And dangerous.

“Every organization needs a steady Eddie,” Chris says, giving Bobby’s hand a reassuring squeeze before letting it go. “So what are you going to do now?”

Bobby doesn’t push it. Chris is an Argent by blood, not a hunter who joined under the family name. He’s got a marriage and a kid to lose if he goes around toeing lines. “Well, I’m retired, right? Probably pick up a part-time job or something, so I don’t go crazy. Something relaxing.”

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Dead and Dazzling

For Saturday’s B-Side, I’ve done Creature Feature, I made a mood-board to accompany the fic Dead and Dazzling. 

Come on over if you want a ghost inspired by Beetlejuice, a dangerous amount of Ouija boards, the power of friendship, and Finstock giving Gomez Addams a run for his money when it comes to kissing up a woman of his affection’s arm. 

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Band-Aids and Breakfast

I made a fic for @finstocksfuckeduplongweekend​ FRIDAY challenge, for the A-Side which is Noise Complaint! 

Come on over if you want to see awkward first meetings, Chris just doing his best, and Bobby making a balanced breakfast at three in the morning. 

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I’ve Got You (Under My Skin)

All right, for Saturday’s A-Side for @finstocksfuckeduplongweekend​, After Midnight, I’ve written... a pretty dark fic. Heed the warnings and tags for I’ve Got you (Under My Skin). 

Click on over if you’re interested in slow burn in romance and reveal. Someone is a serial killer, Stiles is on the case, and what morals would you sacrifice if it meant keeping real and genuine happiness? 

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Sunday - Team Building Exercises

Coming Soon - 

Coach Finstock was a Beacon Hills legend. Everyone had at least five stories to tell, even if they weren’t on the lacrosse team. It was a popular subject when people visited home from college, to all meet at the diner and eventually swap their favorite Coach stories. 

This graphic is for @finstocksfuckeduplongweekend​ for Sunday’s A-Side Team Building Exercises. I like the idea of Finstock being a local legend, and some stories contradicting others. I just like the idea of the team wondering about his personal life, assuming things that are proven wrong and right, and in the end it’s just… a strange, intimate, and sometimes unbelievable portrait of a man who’s lived a full life.

Things I hope to include: 

A roundtable of stories around plates of fries and coffee. An old student coming to the old stomping grounds ending up sitting next to the new kid who’s nervous about joining the team. 

Everyone loudly telling one story after another. Contradicting stories, that he’s an eternal bachelor, that he’s married with seven kids, that he has dogs, that he has cats… each detail colorful and not always lining up.

I want the Coach to actually show up in the end, maybe as a first hello to the new kid, or telling them to settle down at the diner.