Finney x reader

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 18: 𝔄𝔫𝔶 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔭𝔦𝔤

You woke up to the gentle touch of sunlight on your face, feeling a strange mix of coldness and weight in your head. As you lifted your head up, you noticed Silva, your companion, lying beside you. Your nose was red and your eyes were puffy, but something felt off.

Inside the van you remembered, you found yourself laying in the middle seat with Finney kneeling in front of you, his upper body spooning you for warmth. the van was parked on a random street, the surroundings unfamiliar and chillier than you were used to. As you gazed down at your body, you noticed red marks scattered across your skin, the memories of the previous night entirely erased from your mind. "F-Finney?" Groaned, the uncertainty evident in your voice.

The unfamiliar place and your foggy memory left you bewildered. You sat up, brushing leaves from your hair and feeling your damp cold jacket underneath you. A terrible taste lingered in your mouth, most likely the salvia, if that was even possible.

The only faint memory was Finney telling you to run. Your mind struggled to make sense of it all, and you squeezed your knees to your chest, a feeling of dread washing over you. It was the same feeling you had when the grabber used to wake you up at night, when he would restrain you with handcuffs. The sense of being trapped resurfaced, and you felt as if you were reliving a nightmare you thought you had escaped. You eyed Finney, placing a hand on his curly golden hair as you strained it between your fingers.

A few moments passed, moments where you thought of him, you were safe with him, you were scared to not be holding him at all times, he was comforting you. Soon you had gotten the strength to walk. This wasn't your van, it wasn't Finney's, but whoever's it was- you had to hurry up and leave. "Finney..?" You shook him, and almost instantly he jumped up, mumbling a yawn. "y/n." He opened his eyes to see you. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have taken the van I didn't know what to do, I shouldn't have agreed to smoke, or brought you out here..." you cut him off. "It's ok, I mean it's easier to forget something that I don't remember." Finney looked at you sadly before moving is head to the left, scrunching his whole face up. "Fuck" He growled angrily, placing his hand on your knee, his other hand on his face as he sighed "I think I robbed someone.." the way he worded this made you chuckle, out of disbelief and amazement. "Shit- Finney we have to go before they suspect us." He nodded at my statement, one hand reaching for my shoulder as he got off the van floor and on the path next to me. "I'll-I'll grab anything we touched or left behind." Finney stuttered, speeding to the rear of the van nervously, as you searched the front, making sure everything was gone.

He was determined. Pushing through his obvious fear by scrubbing the steering wheel, with an old t shirt he found in the back of the van. "Finney... did- are they, alive?" He froze at those words, you could tell he was hesitant to answer. "The guys who own this van? I- I don't know." He slowly pulled away. "Let's just go, burn this thing- it's too risky to leave it behind." You both eyed each-other in shared silence. "Do you still have the lighter?" Flashbacks from last night seemed to arise, you hesitantly reached into your pocket to feel for the lighter.

You traced the floor of the car with fire, waiting for a small flame to start. "Close the doors" Finney suggested, trapping the wind out of the car. Soon a small flame started, tracing to the mattress in the boot, to the back door of the van. "Toss it in the engine and let's go." Finney declared, as you both backed away. "Goodbye lighter" you said, walking closer to the car, opening the front and tossing it in with all the other mechanical things, as you ran towards Finney, making way as far as possible from the Van.

"Fuck- It's all my fault, if I had told you to stay inside we would never have gotten here I-." You hushed him, placing your hand on his, as you eyed him from the corner of your eye. "You're bleeding." You said looking at his bandanna. Finney shook his head at you, wiping his bloody nose. "It's dry now." You trailed your hands down to his head slightly lifting up his bandanna

He winced as you took hos bandanna off, picking at the open wound . "F-fuck-" he said causing you to gasp. "Jez Finney they gave you a good fucking beating" He smirked, powering in his steps as his hand squeezed yours."After they got me on the floor, they kicked me till I was in the middle of the street, I got up for you. If something bad were to happen to you I would've never forgiven myself. I'm fine now, it's only a small cut. If I had fought them off sooner they never would've gotten to you-."

you pressed on his head. Ow- shit- What the fuck was that for?" He placed his hands on his injury. "I'm fine- you're not, Finney, don't lie." He looked down at you letting out a small breath. "Stop walking for a second, I can help" You spoke. He stood in his position, as you retied the bandanna so it could absorb the blood again.

"That ok?" He nodded, his hands clenching as he scrunched his face and looked up, causing your imaginative mind to trail off. Fuck,Y/n stop being so dirty minded. You thought to yourself, your cheeks lightly reddening. "Finney—" you began, looking at him before returning to finish tying the knot. "Yeah?" he asked as you cleared your throat. "I, uh, I'm done," you said, grabbing his fist and letting it soften so your fingers were intertwined.

After nearly an hour of walking, the distant sound of cars grew closer. "You think they're looking for us?" Finney's question pierced the silence that enveloped you. "We were only gone a night, I mean we skipped school- and probably will be today but, we should be fine," you replied, your voice lackluster, your mind preoccupied with thoughts. As the landscape changed from leaves to grass and eventually to a sidewalk marked by dirty footprints, you picked up the pace, Finney squeezing your hand tighter, his touch gentle and fleeting.

Soon, you arrived at your street, it was mid-day and Jimmy would be home soon. "That's my house! Let's go!" You pulled Finney along, finally approaching the front door as you grabbed the key from under the plant pot and unlocked it.

Right before you could stumble in, Jimmy popped out of nowhere, his arms wrapping around your head as he squeezed you tightly. "fuck me- you scared the shit outta me." You nodded, hiding Finney behind the door. "Kid where the fuck were you last night and this morning? I thought you'd couch surfed somewhere else." Jimmy scoffed. "I wouldn't do that, you know I love it here" you opened the door wider for Finney to stand. "Sorry about the disappearing, we just... went out for a bit, it was fun." Jimmy looked over at Finn, a moment of silence settled over you all as Jimmy put some pasta in the microwave. "So uh, Y/n I must be really high because apparently my shit walked into your room." You smiled at Finn, biting your lip. "Fuck I'm sorry, I thought you would be home mid day." He looked at you as if you were joking. "It's 5pm? Ur one crazy bitch" Jimmy laughed it off like always, Finney looking around surprised. "I'm sorry I know that wasn't cool, I promise I wont do shit like that again." You said, His eyes tracing you both. "Yeah hah, you better not- if you wanted weed you could've asked... but salvia? That shits rare." Finney stepped out of the house. "Shit I have to see my Dad, and Gwen, they'll be freaking out."

You looked at his eyes sadly. "Will I be able to see you again?" You said holding his hand tightly. "If I'm not dead by morning, sure." You hugged him one last time before he ran off "Love ya Finney"

"Love you too!"

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(1506 Words.)

Guyyyssss, just here to tell u that next chapter is gonna be pretty long bc It's the last chapter...

Thank u all for getting my story so famous, I never actually believed that I would be ranked first for so long, and although my story's just come down to fifth place, and will probably only get lower now, I'm so greatful that it got the chance to be first.

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