“I’m Not Him” — Finny Blake x Reader (One-shot)
[ He can't get over what happened in that basement...
Triggers: arguments. Fighting, suggestive mention alluding to SA please be careful! ]
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The air in Finny’s room was heavy.
Not loud, not violent — just heavy. Like it hadn’t moved in hours.
You sat beside him on the edge of the bed, knees brushing. He hadn’t said a word in nearly fifteen minutes. The lamp flickered softly against the posters on his wall, making the shadows crawl across the ceiling like old ghosts.
You could tell when he was slipping back there — back to that basement.
His eyes went distant, chest tight, breathing uneven.
“Finny?” you whispered. “You’re doing it again.”
He didn’t answer. His hands were shaking slightly, the way they always did when his mind dragged him somewhere he didn’t want to go. You reached out, hesitating for a moment before resting your hand over his.
That’s when he snapped.
“Don’t—!” He yanked his hand away like your touch burned him. “Don’t touch me!”
The sharpness in his voice made your heart lurch. You froze, blinking at him. His face twisted in pain, anger, confusion — all tangled together like barbed wire.
“Finny, I—”
“You think you can just...j-...j-...just-just fix it?!” His voice cracked. “You don’t know what it was LIKE down there! You don’t know what it’s like to hear him breathing in the dark, waiting for you to make one mistake! Waiting for him to...t-touch me! Wondering if today was the day...that...that he..."
Tears pricked at your eyes, but you tried to stay calm. “I know I don’t, Finny. But I’m trying to—”
“Then stop trying!” he yelled. “You can’t save me! You can’t change it! He’s still there…he’s always there!”
You stood there, your chest trembling, words lodged in your throat.
It wasn’t fair. You knew he didn’t mean it not really. But it still hurt to see him like that, to see him look at you like you were part of the nightmare.
Tears finally spilled down your cheeks as you took a step back, voice breaking.
His anger was too much, too familiar...
Finally you broke…
“Finn!” you cried. “I’m not the one you’re angry with! I’m not him! I didn’t do that to you!”
The words cracked in the air between you.
Silence.
He froze. The anger in his eyes flickered then shattered completely. His lips parted, breath trembling as he finally saw you. Not the Grabber, not the basement, not a ghost from his past — just you...
His sweet, caring and loving partner.
Not Him.
You.
“I…” His voice broke, barely above a whisper. “God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
Before he could finish, you stepped forward, gently taking his hands in yours again. This time, he didn’t pull away.
“I know,” you murmured. “You’re not mad at me. You’re just… still trying to breathe through it.”
His eyes shimmered, a tear slipping down his cheek. He leaned forward, forehead pressing against yours as his breath hitched.
“I hate that he’s still in my head,” he whispered. “I hate that he gets to stay there.”
You brushed your thumb along the side of his hand. “Then don’t let him win, Finny. You made it out. You’re here. With me.”
For the first time that night, he exhaled slow, deep, shaky, but real. His grip tightened around your fingers, grounding himself in the warmth of your touch.
“I’m here,” he repeated softly, almost like he was reminding himself. “I’m here.”
You nodded, closing your eyes as he finally leaned against you his weight heavy, trembling, human. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tightly as he needed.
And in that quiet, fragile moment, the past finally loosened its grip... if only just a moment..
END.
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This is my 3rd fic, trying to understand the Tumblr lay out! So sorry if its ugly looking!!
Psa...
The blackphone has been stuck in my head since the first movie the second movie made me fall in love with finny even more I wanted to reach out and give him a big hug:<
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