Why you always Lyons?

[unknown-finn-lyons]

lorelyons​:

***

“There’s nothing wrong with just looking,” Lore shrugged, brushing off her brother’s comment as fast as she possibly could. Exactly how much she’d ogled the pool boy was something strictly between her and said pool boy and the less she let that topic remain on the table, the better. Luckily Finn had presented an easy out, and Lorelei didn’t hesitate to take it.

“Yeah, your taste is… questionable. No offense. But maybe I’m biased because I get plenty of attention from her in Glee Club. Negative attention. But hey, don’t count yourself out. This could be your year. You two could be super mutually in love by like… Earth Day,” the girl offered, unlocking the front door and instantly sending a wave of frigid air their way. Shoutout to ridiculous electricity bills due to their mother’s need to keep the house feeling like winter in the summer and summer in the winter. The Lyons family didn’t need to take a vacation to the southern hemisphere - they were living there every day. And on this particular day, Lore was thankful.

She hadn’t thought about the last routine she’d prepped for the Cheerios in quite some time, her brain having seemingly taken a hiatus from the squad over the past three months, but luckily she had Finn around to remind her of all of her duties. There was no use in procrastinating her full devotion to the squad any longer. It was time to leave lazy summer days behind and go all-in.

“I hope to. Obviously it’s up to Coach, but… since she loves me I really don’t see it being a problem. Do you think it’d be too cliche if I added in a little callback to my Olympic routine? Oh, and what about you? Are you thinking of giving it a shot?”

“Of course not. They’re nothing wrong with just looking or even just tasting.” Finn frowned, shaking his head. “No wait, hell back up that was nasty I didn’t like that. I meant like, you could go on a date or something. I won’t be offended. I can just sit in my room and, like, plan a wedding speech or something. Or write poetry. Or like, finally fucking figure out that project my math professor gave me to work on over the summer. I know the guy’s got faith in me but my head fucking hurts looking at that equation. Like I’m a genius but I’m not that kind of genius.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Despite his exterior stupidity Finn was, by all technical measures, a certified genius. Something their mom enjoyed exploiting when it came to help with her taxes.

“Come one, Lore, it’s not questionable! She’s like, smart and beautiful and wickedly into everything. She’s so passionate. How could I not love her? She would willingly like sacrifice me to some pagan Goddess of nature and I’d be down for that.”

Immediately Finn made his way to the fridge, offering one of their pre-packed post cheerleading session snacks to his sister before taking out one for himself. He closed leaned back on the door and snacked his way through the half the bag before answering his sister’s question.

“I don’t think so. I liked that routine. And besides it’s an olympic level thing I’m sure everyone would be down to show off a little.” He hummed. “Yeah probably. I don’t think I’m as good as it as you are but it might be nice to be a little more involved than tossing you into the air. I get that I can’t be thrown but I’d appreciate a little more boy cheer love, you know? I can fold myself in half.”

[unknown-finn-lyons]

isadoramorgan​:

***

“Chill doesn’t work for me and we both know it. Go hard or go home,” Isa countered, having long settled on her approach. No one had listened when she’d tried to be nice about it, but in her experience the mean moments stuck with you. Who are you more likely to remember? The Greenpeace volunteer trying to stop you with nice words about saving the Earth or the random girl on the street yelling at you for being a dumb-ass?

While she appreciated that Finn was happily plying her with suggestions, he would find that she had a counter-argument for each of them. Having spent her entire life thus far in Lima, she had a decent understanding of how small town Ohioans reacted to things like the notion of recycling. It was a rare day when there was success to be found.

“Sadly I think that’d just be a waste of paper. People wouldn’t recycle them and I don’t want to be contributing to more paper in the trash when it should be within a tree instead. Or at least in the recycling bin.”

One dramatic sigh later and suddenly Isa had a present in her hands. Unexpected, but Finn did have a tendency to plan for small surprises. And sometimes those small surprises had a big impact. A smile quickly blossoming on her face as she deduced what was in the box (not a difficult thing to do), the girl was quick to offer up her thanks.

“A sustainable alternative to plastic straws? Finneas Lyons, you are the only man who deserves rights. Thank you. I’ll add this to my collection. And yes, for your information, it is so cool that it could slow global warming. And you know that is high praise coming from me, because global warming is a very serious issue.”

“I know I know. You’re all fire, no ice or whatever. It’s cool. Hot. I mean it’s radical and it’s something everyone should admire about you. The comparison sort of lost track in the middle there but I hope you get my point,” Finn laughed, moving just a little bit closer so he could admire every bit of her beautiful face.

He wasn’t too offended by Isa’s rejection of his ideas. This wasn’t uncommon for any conversation they had and he was used to it. As long as they had known each other he learned that letting her run wild and free with her own ideas was the best idea. She was wicked to watch work. Who would want to limit that kind of passion?

“I deserve rights? Hell yeah! What am I going to do with all of them?” He teased her gently, fiddling with the lid of his reusable coffee mug. “Vote green and change the world of course.”

Every compliment he got from her made his toes curl and his cheeks flush. One day she was going to be Isadora Morgan-Lyons. Or he could just take the Morgan. He wasn’t feeling particularly picky either way about the issue. Hell he’d sustainably make their entire wedding set up if she asked.

But that would involve her actually acknowledging him as more than a green companion. What did he have to do? Put a sign on his chest that said “future Mr. Morgan?” He’d mark that down as a Plan F.

“So how is glee club stuff going?”

[unknown-finn-lyons]

lorelyons​:

“Please. You know she could hire a team to move them and get some thrill showing them off that way,” Lore argued, accepting Finn’s water graciously before downing that too. Apparently her body had decided to just stop functioning in the way that it used to, and a single day of practice had her dehydrated, exhausted, and already sore. Maybe not the best combo to kick off the year… but now there was truly nowhere to go but up.

It was her Junior year, she was one of Coach’s favorites, and she had a new level of leadership being afforded to her on the squad. With a bright smile to all watching her sort-of-struggle and maybe 4 hours of extra practice a day she’d be back to her old self in no time and she’d be maintaining the status quo for the rest of the year. Routines were once again forming, and there was nothing to keep this year from being the best one thus far.

Nothing… that Finn knew of, at least. Keeping a secret from the person she was closest to was a difficult but necessary move. And it was one that could totally blow up in her face. But looking over at the male as they ditched the car and headed inside, Lore had to believe that she’d made the right decision.

“Excuse you. I didn’t just hang out by the pool, I was also inside it. And swimming is exercise. You’d think it’d count at least a little. You could have joined me too. I swear mom only added essential oils to the pool once.”

“You’re right you also ogled the pool boy. I can’t blame you, I did too a few times, but I’ve only got eyes for one. Not that she’ll ever notice me in return. Her true love is the environment,” Finn sighed, pulling out their practice bags from the car so that they could head inside. He’d brought hers too as a sign of good will for his exhausted sister.

Finn liked cheerleading. It was a way of doing what he’d loved before, gymnastics with a twist. Sometimes he wanted things to go back to before when he was throwing himself off of bars and making grand gestures on the mat. 

But Lima was...fine, even if it wasn’t Princeton. Dream school Princeton. Everything he wanted and more Princeton. But he was here before everyone needed him here. To protect them and take care of them.

“Are you going to choreo one of the routines again this year? Yours was a favorite.”

[unknown-finn-lyons]

isadoramorgan​:

“Finneas,” Isa greeted with a nod, knowing the male by the sound of his voice alone.

She’d had a rough day, but at least she could count on the blonde to not make it worse. A shared love of the environment had quickly made him the only tolerable gymnast-turned-Cheerio upon his arrival in Lima. Over the course of their acquaintanceship-ish friendship she’d been forced to admit (mentally only) that he was her only exception when it came to being accepting of those flexible assholes and that had yet to change. She doubted he was about to say anything that would put him at risk of losing that great honor.

Thus, with a sigh, she fully allowed her attention to focus in on him.

“Poorly. The course of true love never did run smooth. But I had hope that my love for Glee would mean no such rough waters for me. People have no music in their hearts and it’s a sad thing, Finn. Also, people here hate the environment. I watched someone put a plastic straw in a drink, drink half of it, and then dump the whole cup, straw-and-all, into the trash. I did myself no favors by telling that man to crawl into the bin like the trash he was for making such a terrible mistake, but I think I just had that backfire and I instead ensured that he’ll be using plastic straws for the rest of his days.”

“Sometimes you have to be a little more chill about that kind of stuff, Izzy,” Finn laughed gently, unable to keep his eyes off of her. He loved how passionate she was about the environment, about everything she did. He could spend hours watching her hunt down men and threaten them into picking up their cigarette buds off the ground. “Have you thought about carrying around pamphlets that explain why that kind of shit is a big old no go? We could turn ourselves into the Jehovah’s Witnesses of the Environment.”

He paused for a second. “Oh, um, wait maybe that’s like not a good thing. Speaking of straws though...” He flipped his bag around, covered in pins and stickers and patches proclaiming his favorite bands, junior olympic status, and the need to go green. From inside the front pouch he pulled out a carefully wrapped present (thank you Lore) and offered it to her. “For you. A congratulations on continuing your pursuit for the arts.”

Maybe you shouldn’t buy affection with gifts but that was pretty much the only thing he knew how to do as a Lyon. Flirting didn’t work. Following her around like a lost puppy didn’t work. So last ditch effort was to buy her a fancy titanium straw kit with brushes for cleaning included.

“I, um, well I hope you think it’s cool.”

[unknown-finn-lyons]

Finn was a winner. At least that’s what he liked to think of himself as. He had medals and trophies thanks to years of gymnastics, and now the cheerios, as well as a few mathelete and debate cups under his belt. But there was just one thing in this world he couldn’t figure out and her name was Isadora.

He had been in love with her since he’d first moved to Lima. She was everything. Smart. A spitfire. Strong. Independent. Courageous. She fought for what she believed in and it encouraged him to do better, to be better. It was thanks to her nagging that he’d decided to double major in math and environmental engineering. They’d probably have a few classes together this year and he couldn’t wait to fend for his role as her partner.

“Is!” He called, catching her walking around the quad with a clipboard. In all likelihood she was probably on her hunt for another sacrifice to the glee club Gods. “How’s your hunt going?”

@isadoramorgan​

[unknown-finn-lyons]

lorelyons​:

Cheerios practice had kicked Lore’s ass that afternoon. Who knew that a summer almost entirely avoiding conditioning could lead to so many regrets once you had to run several miles in the summer heat? (Hint: everyone.)

Luckily her dear brother had been by her side through the entirety of it, and had made the run almost bearable. The drive home, too. AC blasting, Lore had forced him to drive her car so that she could crumple into the passenger seat and chug water like she was an overeager frat pledge at his first rager. It wasn’t until they were pulling up to the McMansion that Lore spoke up, sliding her sunglasses down to eye the giant lion statues by the front path warily.

“What are we thinking the odds are that we can get Mother Dearest to relocate the lions directly in front of the house to be by the pool? Or… in the trash? 60-40 favoring no, or?” 

@finn-lyons​

Lore and Finn were as thick as thieves, maybe more so. They weren’t twins in technicality, but they had the same birthday only one year apart, and were as tied together as a duo could be. They were even in the elite cheerios together, though he was usually the on tossing her into the air. The one time he’d begged the team to try throwing him he’d been dropped in surprise and almost ended up with a concussion. Not a highlight of his life.

He turned down the music as they pulled into the driveway of their gaudy home. Whatever the hell their mother was smoking that made her think that the lion decorations were a good idea needed to be thrown in the trash.

(Essential oils, probably.)

“She’s never going to move them. Mostly because who would she ask to do it? Dad? You? Me? Mom knows we’d probably drop them down the driveway on purpose.” Finn smiled and offered her his water. “You know if you had gone for runs with me this summer instead of just hanging out by the pool we could have avoided this.”

[unknown-finn-lyons]

Meet Finn

[Michael Provost] ( Finn Lyons ) is a [TWENTY ONE] year old [HOCKEY PLAYER] who works as a [CASHIER] at [WENDY'S FLORAL]. [He] is from [Cambridge, MA] and lives in [East Vale]. They’re [Brilliant] and [Reliable] but can also be [Absentminded] and [Indecisive]. Sometimes, they’re known as [The Scholar]

The Basics

name: Finn Malcolm Lyons

pronouns: he/he

birthday: March 4th (Pisces)

age: 21 years old

place of birth: Cambridge, MA

sexual orientation: Bisexual

occupation: hockey player & cashier/floral assistant at Wendy’s Floral

fc: Michael Provost

Other Important Facts:

Degrees in both Chemical Engineering and Environmental Sciences (Currently in the process of determining if he wants to get his Doctorate)

Sister: @loreleilyons​

Is a hockey player but always wanted to be a figure skater. Was forced into hockey by his father

Played in college but has joined the Knights since moving back home

A certified genius and dumbass all in one

Perpetually optimistic

Mean exceptionally well, is ride or die, but can also be disaster personified 

Has chained himself to things at environmental rallies

BIOGRAPHY

The Lyons family had wanted both of their children to be stars in something. Growing up, Finn had desperately wanted to be dancing on the ice like his big sister, but his father had deemed his dreams “too feminine” and pushed him towards sports. At least hockey allowed him to still be on the ice, but he always felt terrible about the violence that accompanied the sport. But as a Lyons he was expected to excel, so excel he did, enough to get him a full ride scholarship wherever he wanted to grow.

He had always been gifted academically. Math and science came naturally even if his writing skills were about as graceful as a drunken kindergarten doctor. Sometimes even his notes were illegible to himself. Finn hadn’t been willing to decide between two majors so he’d picked them both, earning a degree in Chemical Engineering as well as Environmental Sciences. With college done he moved back home to Kingscrest where he was quickly recruited by the Knights. The hope was to play there until he finally decided whether or not he would go back to school to get his doctorate. He loved being on the ice more than anything but there was always a hole in his chest that he knew was meant for figure skating.

Despite being a certified genius (his parents got him one of those fancy IQ tests just so they could tote it around to other parents and prove just how great he was), Finn is an idiot. Social etiquette escapes him more times than it doesn’t. He’s affectionate, outgoing, and perpetually cheerful. Personal space? He doesn’t know her. His intentions are always pure and if you need a shoulder to cry on then he’s here for you.

WANTED CONNECTION IDEAS:

-ride or die: if you’re someone Finn counts as his friend then you can guarantee that he’d do anything to help you out.

-friends: despite being an idiot, his other endearing qualities make him a candidate for friendships.

-the corruptor: someone who wants to take advantage of this guy’s sweet disposition and tons of wealth.

-anything else that might come to mind!

[thesquireofcheddar]