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Kick Ass not Kiss my Ass!

Pairing: Walt Finnegan x Fem!reader

Characters: Kenny Roper, Walt Finnegan, Dale Douglas, Jake Bradford, Fem!reader, Glen McReynolds, Jay Niles, Alex Brumley, Tyrone Plummer, Billy Autrey, Willoughby

Warnings: SMUT (DNI 18+), pussy eating, blowjob, cowgirl position, reader giving off dom vibes, Finn giving off sub vibes, straight up smutty things, Reader deals with bitches (doesn’t go into too much detail), Finnegan has a crush but doesn’t realize it, Terrifying trio (Roper, Glen, and Finnegan), Reader showing off her bartending skills (even though she’s not a bartender), Roper and Finnegan are little shits, Reader might be a bit of a moody bitch, all she needed was a little bit of (Finnegan) love, Finnegan jokes about their kid and Roper murdering him if he ever found out, Roper and reader call each other names (but it’s all good), everyone knew they we’re gonna get together

Word Count: 4,872

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You grab the last box with a mental reminder to kick your cousins’ ass next time you see the overly cocky boy (because he is no man).

You slam the trunk closed and start heading towards the house... until he comes back.

“How many times have I told you to watch out, dumbass! Before I kick your ass!” You kick his front bumper, glaring at him.

“You mean today,” her cousin smiles at her.

“Shut up, Roper.”

“Someone write that down,” he says over his shoulder.

“That’s number four, so far,” Finnegan (the annoying one from the phone) adds. She clenches her jaw.

“Just watch yourself, alright?”

“You got it.”

You roll your eyes and head inside.

“You sure you can carry that all by yourself!” Roper shouts, leaning against the car, letting Jake and Dale out while Plum gets out from behind Finnegan’s seat.

“I’ve been caring your career on my back ever since we were five! I’d say I’m doing just fine now!”

“That’s cold! And not true!”

“Suck a dick, Roper!”

“Hey,” Glen greets you with a smile.

“Glen.” You pass him, entering the kitchen.

“Oh, don’t give me that attitude now. I thought that was only reserved for Roper.”

“It’s reserved for all assholes.”

“What did I do to earn that pleasant title?”

“Nothing. I’m just bored, don’t you know?”

“Are people talking again?” He asks, his tone becoming serious.

“No,” you shake your head, “and even if people have been, I wouldn’t be telling you.”

“Telling who what?” Finnegan enters the kitchen, standing on the other side of the counter.

“Nothing.” You narrow your eyes at Glen.

“I think that crazy bitch is talking about her again.”

“Oh, Jesus- shut up. Nothing’s going on.”

“We’ll happily send one of the freshmen in-”

“Finnegan-”

“Come on, you know we’d do anything to keep you around.” He adds with a serious smile (one you’ve never seen directed at any of his ladies of the night).

“You’re just hoping to get laid.”

The blond says nothing for a few seconds. “Ah- not necessarily-”

“I’ve brought food and beer. I’m out.”

“Woah! Hey, where you going?” Roper asks, rushing down the stairs.

“I have a few things I need to take care of.”

“Like?” asks your cousin with Glen and Finnegan by his side.

“I’m leaving now.”

Roper sighs, “will we see you later?”

You shake your head, “no.” You turn around, one of the freshman stops in front of you.

He doesn’t know where to move.

You place your hands on his shoulders, turning him around before shoving him into the three.

“You sure you can’t come?” Roper asks again.

“No.” You slam the car door shut and back out.

“She’s so coming,” Finnegan says over his shoulder for the others to hear.

“You’re just hoping to bang my cousin.”

“That’s your cousin?” Jake asks.

“Oh, yeah,” Finnegan confirms. “She’s also off limits.”

Glen nudges Roper, who shakes his head and walks away not wanting to hear about how much Finnegan wants to bang his cousin.

“I didn’t ask,” Jake defends himself.

“And now you don’t have to.”

“Hello,” you answer with little attitude.

“How’s it going?”

“Finnegan?”

“Who else would consider themselves lucky to be in your presence?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“No one because I’m special and I happen to know when I am talking to a beautiful and smart lady such as yourself.”

You chuckle through your nose, “you got the special part right. But, wow, you’re really laying the charm on thick today, aren’t you?”

“For you, I always go above and beyond.”

“Who’s he talking to?” asks Jake.

“Who do you think?” Dale replies.

“And he says he’s not into her.”

Dale nods with a smirk, “you’ve been here less than a day and already know more about his pathetic love life than Finn himself.”

Jake chuckles. “You know what I’m thinking?”

“I sure as hell hope so.”

They start making sex noises.

Finnegan whirls his head around, mustache twitching; his jaw clenched. He aggressively waves for them to leave.

They don’t.

He tilts his head, securing the phone there while he picks up the base and closes the door.

The two can see a smile on his face right before the door slams shut in front of them.

Jake and Dale look back at one another and shake their heads.

“You still breathin’?”

You bring the phone back up to your ear, letting out a puff of air. “I don’t know if I am.”

“You’re sounding pretty good from my end.”

“Must you always suck up to me.”

“Yes, you should know this by now.”

“Who was it?”

“A freshman and Dale.”

“Ah.”

“What?”

“Dale always manages to get a freshman to do some type of shenanigan with him. This isn’t any different.”

“You’re so mean.”

“That’s what I’m known for.”

“Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“Doing this sad bit. It’s not a good look on you.”

“Well, gee, thanks.”

“Hey, hey. I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it. None of us like seeing you sad. I don’t like seeing you sad.”

You gulp, glancing over at the clock. “I gotta go, Finnegan.”

“No, look hey-”

“I’ll see you guys in a few, okay?”

“You sure? You’re not just lying to me to stop our conversation, are you?”

“No, dumbass. I’ll be there before some dick hungry chick can steal you away.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

“Later, Finn.”

“Bye.” He hangs up, setting the phone base on the floor as he sinks down onto his bed. The smile never leaving his face, “she called me Finn.”

“Are you done with the phone?” Billy asks, knocking on his door.

“Take it and go, Beuter.”

“My name is Billy!”

“Okay, how long till the girls start coming around?” You ask, leaning against the wall.

“You’re late,” Roper says.

“I’m still here and I already knew what coach was gonna tell you boys so why do I need a repeat?”

“Alright, you two,” Glen pats Roper’s shoulder. “That’s enough. We have ten minutes before the girls are fashionably late.”

“Wow, you move fast.”

“Not when it counts though,” he winks at you.

You groan in disgust, “I’m leaving you two to fend for yourselves. No wingwoman for you two.”

They let out a string of complaints as you walk away.

You enter the kitchen, seeing Finnegan chatting with a few of the girls who showed up on time. You start making yourself a drink.

“You mind making me a cousin special?”

You smile, seeing Dale holding his cup out for you. “Only you can handle it, Dale.”

“We both know that’s not true but, I can’t stop drinking it.”

You two chuckle.

Finnegan glances over at the two of you and frowns.

The girls start asking questions, distracting him for a few seconds but not enough to get his mind off of you.

“Oh, she’s making the famous cousin drink.” Glen nods in your direction.

“The what?” asks Jake.

“You’ve got to try this man.” Roper hooks his arm around Jake’s neck, bringing him to the kitchen with a few other team members following. “Three more.”

“That’ll cost you,” you tell him.

“Oh, come on.”

“Do freshman get a free drink if it’s their first time trying it?”

You turn to Jake and smile before curling your index finger and thumb, whistling loudly. “Alright, party people. It’s time to gather the freshies so they can try the-”

“COUSIN!”

“It seems you’re all familiar with my concoction. Now, where are my freshman at?”

All the freshman and one of the two newbies stand before you. “You think you boys can handle this?”

“Hell yeah,” Plum says.

“Okay.” You finish making the drinks. “And... enjoy.”

Plum runs out of the kitchen and into the front yard, throwing up.

“That’s one.”

“I prefer screwdrivers.”

“Yeah, well, you’re getting out of your comfort zone right now, Niles.”

“Raw dog.”

“Drink this and shut up.”

Jay drinks it and seems like he’s doing okay.

“Dare I say we have- nope, nevermind.”

Jay’s out in the front yard with Plum.

“Jake, you good man?” Roper glances over at you, you shrug.

Jake chucks his cup onto the floor.

“Yeah!” The whole house cheers him on.

No one has been able to drink your infamous drink and not thrown up the first time except for Glen.

Blumley takes a sip and is out in the front yard with the other two.

“That went better than I expected,” Dale comments.

You nod. “Alright, you boys have fun.”

“Why does it sound like you’re leaving?”

“I’m not, I just need some air.”

“You sure?”

“Yep. Have fun, Dale.” You pass Finnegan and his rodies, he follows completely ignoring them.

You stand in the open doorway of the front door.

“You okay?”

“Shouldn’t you be talking with your rodies?”

“I’m not a musician.”

“Same thing.”

“Did something happen today? You’ve been a little off.”

“I’ll be alright. So... no luck with the clearly easy ladies of the evening?”

He chuckles, staring at his shoes. “Not when I know a pretty girl like you is out here, near the barfers.”

“My hero.”

“I try, I try... I wasn’t lying when I said you look pretty tonight.”

“You say that to everyone.”

“Only those who deserve it.”

“So, everyone?”

“I think you need to get your eyes and ears checked; I only say that to you.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Come on, I want to show you something.”

“Like what?”

He holds his hand out for you to take, a smile stretching across his lips.

“You better not be trying to persuade me into your bed.”

“I would never.”

“Liar.” You grab his hand, letting him lead you up the stairs and through the window that leads to the roof. “Finally, I get to see roofball in action.”

“Roofball?”

“It sounds better than hitting shit off the roof.”

“But it doesn’t sound as fun.”

“And yet, it captured your attention.”

“Damn, you got me.” He grabs a golf club, handing it to you. “My lady?”

“How charming. What’s the goal?”

“Try and beat me.”

“The stakes?”

“You win, I do the team’s laundry for a week. I win, I want a repeat of that night.”

Your shoulders sag thinking about the night when you and he were tipsy and almost slept together during his, Glen, Roper, and Dale’s first year here. “Finnegan-”

“Now, now. I promise you’ll enjoy the night either way.”

You sigh, “fine.”

“Looks like-”

“It’s a tie,” you cut him off.

“What? No, I clearly won.”

“Whatever.”

“Oh, don’t be like that.”

“I’m not being like anything.”

“No, no. Sure, you’re all good.”

“You are such a jerk,” you laugh, staring at him with a wide smile.

“We both know you don’t think that.”

“Well, then what do I think?”

He takes a step closer, standing in front of you; he leans in, switching from one eye to the other. “I think you really want me to give you the Finnegasm special.”

You suck in your lips to keep yourself from laughing.

He can see it, that’s partly why he said it. “You can laugh. It’s okay.”

You burst out laughing, lowering your head on his shoulder with your hand covering your mouth. “Thank... you,” you say between breathes. After a while, you finally calmed down.

“I didn’t realize it was that funny.”

“You’re always funny, Finn.”

You lift your head and lose your breath.

Neither of you say anything.

“I’m just- I'm gonna go inside now,” you point towards the window.

“Oh no, you are not,” he shakes his head.

“And why not?” You challenge him.

“I won fair and square which means you are to abide by the stakes we made prior to starting a game of roofball.”

“I don’t believe I agreed to those terms.”

“Oh, you did,” he takes a step forward, you step back, “when you took your first swing, you knew what you were in for.”

You shake your head, “I don’t think that’s right.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“I’m afraid I don’t believe you.”

The corner of his mouth twitches, “is that right?”

“Yeah,” you nod, unable to look away from him.

“If I kiss you, are you gonna run out of the house?”

“No, no. I’m gonna run into the house with you hot on my tail.”

“Oh.”

“You willing to take that risk?”

“Oh, baby, I am willing to do a lot more than that.”

“Really? If that’s the case, why am I pushed against the wall of this house and not in front of the window.”

“I don’t know where the other guys are at, and I don’t want to get my ass kicked for being the one to spend the night with you.”

“So, everyone likes me?”

“Almost everyone, I’m the only one who likes your attitude.”

“Interesting.”

“Exactly, now.” He steps back, holding his arm out towards the window, “after you, my lady.”

“Charming. Have fun checking out my ass.”

“Oh, I will.”

You push him against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, hiding your face in the crook of his neck when Billy and his friends pass by.

“They’re gone.”

“Hurry up and open the door.”

“So bossy.”

You shove him inside, locking the door behind you. “Why can you never shut your mouth?” You ask, watching as he makes himself comfortable on the bed. “If you think I’m doing all the work here you’re wrong.”

He only offers a smirk and a pat on the bed as an answer.

You roll your eyes, kicking off your heels.

“You wore heels on the roof? How did you not fall off?”

“Who’s to say I haven’t had to run across a roof in heels before?”

“Have you?”

“I think the answers obvious.” You sit down beside him, sitting up with your back against the bed frame.

“Why are you way up there?” He whines.

You roll your eyes, “shut up.”

He scoots closer to you, resting his head on your chest listening to the way your heartbeat speeds up and smiles.

“Are you happy now?” You start scratching his head.

“Maybe.”

“You’re annoying.”

“No,” Finnigan shakes his head. “You’re annoying.”

You let out a fake gasp and shove him off you. “How dare you.”

“How dare I? I’m the one on the floor.”

“Where you belong.”

“That’s mean.”

“Would it be mean if I said, I wonder what you looked like on your knees... in front of me?”

His head drops on the bed, the groan coming from him gives you an answer.

You lay back on the pillows and laugh.

Your eyes snap open when your body is yanked down towards the edge. Your hands wrap around his arms that keep him hovering over you.

“You said something about me on my knees? You dare to make that dream come true?”

“I don’t have to dare if I know you’ll do it.”

He shakes his head. “For someone with so much attitude, you’re awfully confident.”

“That’s because I know you’ll do anything to please me.” You know. You know.

“And here I thought I was being subtle.”

“Subtlety has never been your thing.”

He grins, leaning down kissing along the side of your neck, making sure there’s going to be a hickies for everyone to see. “It could be our thing.”

“You can barely keep your “average” sized dick in your pants enough as it is.”

His head pops up from your collarbone, “so you’ve heard the stories? Impressed?”

You push him away to pull off your jeans. “If you can use it right, I’ll be impressed.”

“Oh, honey. Everyone’s gonna know what we did in here.” He slowly removes your lace underwear.

You let out an unimpressed hum.

“Prepare to be eaten.”

You furrow your brows, “isn’t the phrase, prepare to eat your wor-” Your hands wind up clutching his hair, being careful not to tug on it (too hard). Few noises escape you, making Finnegan determined to make you louder than the music bouncing off the walls.

He keeps one hand on your thigh as his other hand snakes down to your warm slit. He eases one finger in but, it’s not enough.

You whine, thrusting your hips up.

He pulls of your buzzing bundle with a pop, watching as you can’t keep your mouth shut while his thumb circles around your clit and his fingers stretch you, preparing you for him.

He leans over you, smiling at you, “does that feel good, beautiful?”

You nod, babbling out, “yes! Yes! Feels so good!”

“Open your eyes.”

You furrow your brows, unsure if you can do that as you clench around his fingers.

“Open them.”

You don’t.

He sighs, easing up on his pace.

Your eyes snap open, “no.”

“Keep those pretty eyes open for me and you won’t be disappointed.”

“I could,” you take a deep breath. “I could find- any other,” you moan. “Other guy here who- who would help me out.”

He leans down, whispering, “you could but no one can give you the Finnegasm special.” After he says that, he speeds up the pace.

You arch your back, hips thrusting into and against his hand. Your mouth falls open, high pitched moans escape you; one hand clenched in the sheets of his bed and your other hand fists his stupid short sleeve button up.

His mustache tickles your upper lip as he kisses you, swallowing your noises as he tries to quiet you down (not wanting anyone to come in and ruin your guys’ fun). He helps you through your high, your legs shake unable to stay in the position you’re in.

He carefully detaches himself from you, giving you moment to breath. He starts to toe off his shoes, checking on you only to see your covered chest heaving and your gaze still on the ceiling.

He chuckles, “you doing alright?”

“Oh,” you push yourself up, leaning on your elbows. “I’m just peachy.”

He chuckles, “careful there. I might get too cocky.”

Your gaze travels down to the front of his pants, “if what you say is true. I think we’ll be fine.”

“Hey, hey.”

You push yourself off the bed with a smile, “remember, you said you liked my attitude.”

“When it was directed at other people and not at me.”

You unbutton his shirt, not looking up at him. “That sounds more like a you problem.”

“Now you’re just being mean.”

“I’m only extra mean to those I like.” You stare at him through your lashes, shoving his shirt off his shoulders.

He chucks his shoulder off to the side, “so, you’re saying I’m extra special.”

You pull him closer by his belt loops, “I don’t go on a roof in heels for just anyone.”

He smiles and cups your cheek, leaning to kiss you.

You try not to giggle but fail, he pulls back.

“Why are you laughing?”

You shake your head, not saying anything.

“No, seriously. What is it? Is this weird?”

“Definitely not weird, it’s just- your upper lip hair is a little ticklish?”

He nods, “guess I’m gonna have to get used to you laughing.”

“What?”

He takes a step forward, forcing you to take a step back.

The back of your legs hit the edge of the bed.

He’s quick to remove your shirt.

“You’re gonna give me whiplash, I swear.”

“Then I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, beautiful.”

You roll your eyes and crawl into the center of the bed.

He makes his way over you, kissing every inch of you he could. He trails along your breastbone, sucking on the skin (leaving more of his marks behind).

Your hands slide along the back of his shoulders until you cup the sides of his neck pulling his up to look into his dazed eyes. “Take your pants off.”

“So bossy.”

You don’t laugh along with him, and he pecks your lips.

“I like it.” He removes the last piece of clothing and pulls a condom out of the drawer of his nightstand.

“Prepared, were we?”

He shrugs, “you never know.”

“Oh, but you do.”

“You wanna explain to our kid why their Big cousin Roper murdered their dad, go ahead.”

“This would be a lot better if you didn’t talk about my cousin.”

“It would, wouldn’t it?”

You scoff, pulling him closer to distract him with your irresistible lips before shoving him onto the bed.

He settles onto the pillows, placing his hands behind his head. “I could get used to this.”

“Don’t,” you say, slowly sinking down onto his aching cock.

He pulls you closer, wrapping one arm around your waist; the other tangling in your hair.

You slowly move your hips against his, working on finding a good rhythm.

Once you find it, there’s a knock on the door.

“You better- better have locked the- the door.”

His hot breath hits your skin, a faux chuckle is his reply.

You rock your hips against his faster making him let out a quiet moan.

“I did- I did. I’m not letting any- anyone in here, beautiful.”

Dale and Glen have no idea Finnegan and you are together in his room.

They shrug; one goes upstairs and the other aims the coat closet.

“See, they’re gone. Now,” the hand tangled in your hair slides down your body, until it finds your bundle.

A choaked breath escapes you, your hips stutter but Finnegan doesn’t stop he pushes you and helps you move. You rest your head against his shoulder, breath fanning against his hot skin. You inch closer to the side of his neck, taking your time, teasing and marking him.

His hips start snapping up into you, you thrust against him, both of you chasing after your highs.

You can feel yourself close to letting go, wrapping your arms around his neck, hauling him closer.

He starts decorating your soft breasts in his mark, small trails of saliva slowly drying near your nipples.

Your moans continue to get louder, more so as he kisses along the front of your neck, nipping at your chin. You cup his cheek and stare his closed eyes and dazed expression. “Finnegan.”

He doesn’t respond, not wanting to moan or blow his load before you could properly enjoy yourself.

“Finn. Finn,” you gasp.

He groans as you clench around him.

“Finn,” you groan, resting your forehead against his. “Look at me.”

His eyes snap open, all he sees is you. His heartbeat speeds up (shockingly more so than it already is) and he realizes what Beauter is talking about. He gulps at sound of your breathless call of his name slipping off your lips.

“Finnegan.”

“I’m here, beautiful. I’m right here.” He continues to put your pleasure before his own. “I know your close to teetering over the edge.”

A beautifully pathetic, high pitched moan slips through your parted lips before you could stop it.

He smiles, “let go. Let go for me.”

And you do, not quietly (to him, those outside the room still don’t know what’s going on).

Once you catch your breath you realize he still hasn’t finished and carefully pull him out of you. You slowly crawl off the bed, kneeling.

“What are you-”

“Shut up and come here.”

“I don’t think I can move.”

“If you want me to blow you, you’ll come over here.”

He makes his way over to you. “You know you don’t have to-”

“Shut up. You’ll enjoy this,” you remove the condom and slowly stroke him. “Promise.” You wink and kitten lick his leaking head.

His fights the urge to close his eyes, not wanting to miss a thing you’re doing.

You continue to stroke his hard cock while you lick him from his base all the way back up to his tip, repeating that action a few more times before you slowly begin to take him in your mouth.

You place your free hand against his thigh, feeling how tense he is. You slowly bob your head, stroking the rest of what you can’t reach.

He cups the bottom of your chin, watching you through half lidded eyes.

You look up at him, taking note of how close he is to finishing. The hand on his thigh slides off.

He wants to ask what happened but with the way your warm hand cupping him. It takes him a moment to catch his breath, in this moment he wishes he hadn’t looked down to see your tearful eyes and stuffed mouth.

He throws his head back and floods your mouth.

Once he’s finished, you slowly pull off him, a string of saliva being the only thing to keep you two attached until it breaks and lands on neck and chin.

He huffs, “wow.”

“Wow?” You rest your hands on his thighs, bringing yourself closer to him. “Have I made the Finnegan speechless?”

He smiles, pecking you on the lips once before hauling you up so the two of you can catch your breath. “I feel like the Astros are gonna make it to the World Series.” He watches you, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

You tilt your head up, “you say they every year.”

“I’m serious.”

“You said the same thing last time.”

“Don’t be mean,” he pouts.

“It’s all part of my charm.”

He offers a sarcastic chuckle in return.

You cover your eyes, the sun seeping through his window keeps you awake. You sigh and try to climb out of bed only to find yourself trapped with nowhere to go.

His arm slips off you when he turns, rolling over onto his side.

You grab whatever you could find off the floor to cover yourself (and prevent the other players from the second house to catch a peek). You turn around, seeing the mess you two made thankfully just both of your clothes.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your head snaps over towards Finnegan. “You’re up early.”

You sit at the edge of the bed.

“I don’t want to be, but I lost my personal heater.”

You smack his chest. “You know you love it.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Don’t be mean to me or I might try to kiss you.”

You ignore him, reaching for his shirt and your pants. “I’m leaving.”

“Don’t leave.”

“I have to or else I’m kicking someone’s ass.” You turn around, buttoning one more button before opening the door.

A gasp mixed with a chuckle escapes you; you reach behind you to push him away. “Finn! Stop!” You giggle.

His places his hands on your thighs, holding you still. “I’m sorry, I thought you said kiss your ass. I was happy to oblige.”

“Get off me, you dork.”

“I’m afraid not.”

“And, why’s that?”

“This is too good of a view to give up.”

You scoff and shove him away.

Dale, Glen, and Jake turn their heads at the sound of the door hinges creaking.

No one says anything. “If any of you say anything-”

“You’ll what?” Glen asks.

“I’ll kick your ass.” You spin around, poking Finnegan in the chest, whispering, “I swear, if you try to do what you just did, I will hurt you.”

He offers a cheeky smile in return.

“What are you three doing up? It burn peeing, already?”

Glen gives you a dry laugh. “Funny, should we assume the same?”

“Harsh, Glen. Harsh... where’s Roper?”

“Right here.”

Your eyes snap to the top of the stairs. “Hey, Rope.”

“Hey, slut,” he says with a smile.

“We all know you’re the biggest slut here.”

“And proud of it.”

“So, you’re not gonna kick my ass?” Finnegan asks, standing behind you.

Neither of you realized it but he interlocked your fingers with his.

“It’d be easier to hear you two together than giving each other sex eyes.”

“Whatever.”

“Now that, that’s taken care of. If you’ll just excuse us.”

Your pulled back and the door is shut.

“I didn’t realize I signed up for a horn dog.”

“It was part of the package deal.”

“Really?” You ask with a raised brow.

“Yep.”

“For some reason, I don’t believe it.”

He shrugs.

“Were you seriously standing behind me in your underwear?”

“I can’t find my pants.”

“Did you even look?”

“N- hey! This isn’t about me, alright?”

“What’s it about then?”

“Your hot and I’m horny. If you think about it, the math adds up.”

You purse your lips, marching towards the door, shaking your head, “nope.”

You shove Finnegan into Dale’s arms. “He’s your problem.”

Dale shakes his head, pushing his fellow teammate off him. “Not when he’s like this.”

“Rub one out!” You shout, looking through the fridge.

“Rub it for me!”

“Why am I still here?” Roper walks out of the house, sitting on the front porch, chuckling at the sight of the guys sleeping on the grass.

“Hey,” he shouts your name. “They’re still out here,” he chuckles.

“No way,” you run to the porch.

You slap your hands together, throwing your head back as you let out a hearty laugh. “Oh, this is amazing.”

“Not as amazing as-”

“Go back into your room, horn dog.”

Everyone but Finnegan laughs.

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inmyglenpowellera · 3 months

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I am heavily in my Glen Powell Era and I need to write. Send me some requests guys. I write anything. Fluff, angst, smut.

Especially send in requests for Charlie and Finn because they are underappreciated and need more love!

#glen powell #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman fic #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman x you #jake hangman imagine #top gun maverick #charlie young #set it up #everybody wants some #walt finn finnegan

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sugarcoated-lame · 9 months

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i need jake to hold me when i can’t sleep :( like when you feel physically ill from exhaustion and he won’t sleep until he hears you sleeping. so big, so warm, so comforting. oh god i LOVE HIM 😭 (same goes for finn)

((also i love you so so so much 💗💞💓🥺))

Ugh Seb I need the same !!! 🥺 Jake would hold you close and wrap you up in his strong arms, one wrapped around your middle while his other hand plays with your hair and gently massages your scalp, his warm chest pressed to your back as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He’ll talk about his day, the silly prank Fanboy played on Payback at work, a new show he thinks the two of you should watch, everything and nothing until he finally feels your breathing even out, your body fully relaxed in his hold and letting him know that you’ve drifted off to sleep 🥹 and I know Finn would do just the same, talking your ear off in a soothing, quiet tone about some random, obscure topic that you know nothing about because he knows it’ll put you right to sleep 🥹🥹 ugh I need them both so bad !!!

I love you too, so so so so much my dear! 🥹🫶🏼Sending you the biggest hug and forehead kiss, and wishing you a good night’s sleep!! 🥺 Mwah ily! 😘🥰💕❤️💕❤️💕

#Seb <3 #<333 #jake seresin #hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #top gun maverick #walt finnegan #walt finn finnegan #everybody wants some #glen powell #asks <3 #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x y/n #kricket answers

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topguncortez · 1 year

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hello friend! can i get pinterest nsfw prompts by lilithmemes "youre so cute i could just eat you out" with finnegan please? ❤️

side note: this prompt definitely reminds me of when finn says he majors in cunnilingus and he sometimes feels like hes just buried in work 💀

pairing: Walt "Finn" Finnegan x Female!Reader warnings: suggestive language, Finn is a cocky mf and needs to be put in his place, smutty. Note: based kinda on a thread between me and @sebsxphia Master prompts list!

"You've been avoiding me."

The voice made you roll your eyes as you felt his arm go around your shoulders. You didn't even need to look to see who it was, but you did anyway and were met with the ridiculous porn stache on his upper lip. His blonde hair was styled to perfection, knowing Finnegan, he probably went and got a Farrah Faucet blow-out earlier this morning.

"I know I have," You said back and pushed his arm off of you.

You and Finn had a love hate relationship, stronger on the hate side of things. You couldn't stand the cocky third baseman. Maybe it was the larger than life Texas attitude or the cocksure smile and wink that he gave every girl that walked through the door to the baseball house. But for some reason, the sight of Walt Finnegan made your skin crawl.

"Oh don't be like that," Finn said, giving you a faux pout, "You wound me, babygirl."

You rolled your eyes again, "What do you want?"

"What makes you think I want something from you? I was just standing over there with my lovely friends Jake and Dale," Finn pointed to the two baseball players on the other side of the kitchen, who waved at you, "and could see that you are carrying this tension in your shoulders, which is not good. It can lead to back problems, and ugh, I'd hate to see a pretty girl like you have a hunchback."

"FINN!" You yelled and slapped his arm.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm just trying to help you. You know, I'm majoring in cunnilingus, and I am very dedicated to my work. Many studies show that there is a direct link between orgasms and tension relief,"

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest as you listened to Finn rattle off some statistic (which was partially made up). You and Finn had hooked up regularly, and you'd never admit it out loud, but it was some of the best sex you'd had in your life. Finn knew what he was doing, which added to the hate that you had for him.

"You done?" You said, interrupting him, having zoned out halfway through his speech on how he studies the Art of the Female Orgasm.

Finn smiled, giving you that megawatt beautiful smile, "You're so cute, I could just eat you out." A shiver went through your body and heat pooled between your legs. You looked around the kitchen, seeing his teammates busy with their own conversations. You grabbed the red solo cup that was in front of you and downed it. Finn smirked, knowing how this works and grabbed a bottle of vodka, taking a swig for himself.

"Come on," You grab his hand and pull him towards the DTF room.

#everybody wants some!!#finnegan imagine #Finnegan fan fic #finnegan fan fiction #finnegan x reader #finnegan x y/n #finnegan x you #walt finnegan #walt finn finnegan #everybody wants some!! imagine

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honkytonk-hangman · 4 months

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Just Another Thing – [2]

WALT ‘FINN’ FINNEGAN X READER/OC

Summary: God help anyone who might’ve thought a nice, stable relationship might bring some kind of change to Walt Finnegan’s usual mischief and mild-hedonism. God especially help them if they also thought a girlfriend would provide any sort of calming influence over him.

She definitely influenced him, anyone could tell you that, unfortunately just never in any way that could even remotely be described as 'calm’.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of and talk of sex, sexy body parts, ect. reader/OC is named Kimberly/Kimber, but it is still written in second person and her name shouldn’t come up very often.

Finn wakes with a start, the unfamiliar room around him momentarily sending him down a rabbit hole of confusion and doubt, right up until you walk through the door, which pushes him toward a separate spiralling hole, making him suddenly recall every detail of last night with startling clarity.

When Beverly had said you were the one girl on campus who’d put up with him, he hadn’t expected you to also be the one girl on campus who gave as good as she got behind closed doors, too.

Finn isn’t exactly shy about his sexploits, he’s slept with plenty of women, but generally, even the most enthusiastic ones weren’t exactly the best of lays, if he could be so crass to say. It wasn’t that they were particularly bad or that he didn’t have a good time, it’s more owing to the fact that Finn was somewhat unlike most men his age, in that he had always made a point of educating himself, on many topics, but especially on sex.

Especially when it involved the many different ways to please a woman.

The girls he’d slept with in the past could say whatever they wanted about him as a person, and they frequently did, but he’d never, not once ever, left a woman unsatisfied. It was important to him, for a reason beyond simple masculine pride that he’d never really bothered to interrogate.

At the end of the day he could give whatever reason he wanted, he doubts any woman would really care. Ideally, he’d have them too distracted to care. Generally though, his partners were not as well versed, meaning he gave, and he always gave happily, but for the most part he had to take care of his own pleasure, which wasn’t exactly a chore. Hell, that was half the reason he was doing it in the first place.

You on the other hand…

Finn swears he nearly gets rock hard just thinking about you last night, but he has no time to indulge, because in the present moment you’ve appeared as if on cue. He’s not certain you realise he’s awake yet, which mostly works for him. He internally grumbles a little as he catches sight of the time, before quickly shutting his eyes again when you near. He really hadn’t meant to sleep over. He’d planned to be up and out shortly after you’d fallen asleep, as per usual, but in all sincerity, you’d fucked him so damn good, so thoroughly, that he can’t even remember falling asleep in the first place.

Finn can’t help himself as he lies there, hearing you so closely shuffling about, he allows himself to peek at you, simultaneously delighted and regretful when he lays eyes on you.

He shouldn’t be here, stealing glances at you as you dress, he should have stuck to routine and left last night. But you really were amazing, not just in bed, but your flirting, your banter, your honesty, even if it was hard for him to read it as such at first.

Finn trails off then, thinking about how great a time he had with you in only a few hours, and finds himself imagining a whole little scenario where he gets to see you again after this, maybe actually take you on that date he’d promised… it sounded nice, in theory, but Finn writes it off immediately. That wasn’t his bag, and really, who was he to take you out beyond this chance meeting? He wasn’t exactly boyfriend material, and he also wasn’t interested in wasting anyone's time. He didn’t want to do that to you, but more importantly he’s pretty sure he’d get a baseball to the head if he did. Or in the crotch.

As Finn thinks about how he’d really like to talk to you more, maybe ask about your major, your team, he realises what he’s doing and scrubs all further thoughts out, quickly snapping himself back to reality.

A reality in which maybe the most beautiful, sexy, and clever woman he’d met on campus, or off, is packing up her sports bag for what is likely an 8:00 AM class, something that Finn should also be doing at this very moment, and not childishly pretending to be asleep, resigning himself to being late.

“If the sun is bothering you, I can close the curtains,” your voice rings out then, nearly causing him to jump. That was another thing about you, too, until last night Finn has always had a harsh vendetta against anything that could even remotely be considered ‘honky tonk’ or typically southern, he’d even avoided taking home a girl once or twice solely because her cowboy boots had irritated him so much, only now, all of a sudden he felt nothing but pure, soppy, affection when he hears the extremely thick east Texas twang in your voice.

He firmly believes that only you can make such a heavy drawl sound so delicate and classy. He’s unable to picture you in any kind of small, dinky little town, so instead decides to imagine that you come from one of those hoity-toity neighbourhoods they had up in Dallas, which makes nothing but perfect sense to him.

Finn finds himself hurriedly blinking his eyes open in reaction to your words, before remembering that he’s supposed to be faking sleep to avoid you. You look over at him from your neat little desk, your huge duffle bag now open on your chair, which you appear to be packing several deflated balls into.

He reminds himself that you were on the College’s Volleyball team, something he hadn’t actually known existed until yesterday, but rejoices in the good news by recalling what you looked like at the park in your tight little shorts, your knee and elbow pads somehow really doing it for him. Finn rubs his eyes and groans at the fact he was probably never going to see or speak to you after this, let alone see you in those little shorts again.

“Huh?” he replies dumbly to your question, looking over at the window when you nod to it. He realises that your room might be the worst in the house, with the way the blazing Texas sun is already assaulting every inch of the space.

“I always leave the curtains open on school days, I like waking up with the sun, but I can close them if you want to sleep more?” you explain. Finn shakes himself more awake, the rouse well and truly over now, and awkwardly pulls himself from your admittedly very warm and very comfortable bed.

“Oh, no, don’t worry about it, I’ve gotta get up now anyway,” he tells you, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck, already practising avoiding you by refusing to look your way, telling himself it’s for his own good.

You chortle, but shrug and shake your head, before going back to packing your duffle.

Finn lingers uncomfortably next to your bed, now wondering if he had maybe upset you by staying. Not knowing what else to do, he focuses on your duvet, beginning to fiddle with it so your bed at least looked neat, and in the back of his mind, hoping it might help you forget he was ever here in the first place. No such luck, his movement causing you to look up at him properly, dropping a deflated volleyball and waving out a hand to stop him.

“Oh! don’t you worry about that! Those definitely need to go in the wash later,” you inform him, a note of wryness in your voice as you reference last night’s activities. Finn drops his hands away from the blankets at your bequest, also dropping his gaze once more now that you’ve stepped even closer and are focused solely on him.

Your attention makes him aware of his state of undress, only a pair of underwear covering him, and he happily starts to busy himself with collecting his clothes from the floor where he'd tossed them hastily many hours ago, only to find them folded neatly on the window bench. He realises you really must rise with the sun, and wonders how many hours you’d been up already.

“Last night was a lot of fun, by the way. There are definitely far worse ways to soil some good sheets,” you speak up again, a laugh accompanying your heavy accent this time.

Finn finds he can’t refuse you his attention now that you’re asking for it, forgetting all about evading you as much as he can get away with, instead looking over at you as he dresses. Oddly, he finds his smile is nowhere near as tight or rueful as he feels.

“I’m glad,” he says without much thought, before instantly panicking when your face falls despondently.

“You didn’t enjoy it?” You ask worriedly, the prospect his reply presents clearly upsetting you, but despite telling himself that continuing to engage will only make disengaging even harder, it’s all completely in vain as he hurries to comfort you.

“What? No, no, I definitely enjoyed it,” he assures you quickly, glad when you seem to relax at his affirmation. Still, you seem a little more reserved than before, than you had been last night, which makes his skin itch uncomfortably. “Think I enjoyed it so much my brain is still scrambled,” he goes on, in an effort to stop the prickling sensation.

It works, your face breaking into an endearingly proud grin, shortly before the itching disappears. You chortle a little and give a small shrug, going back to your bag packing.

“Well, I’ve put in a lot of work to have exclusively great sex,” you tell him. “I mean, you can’t expect to spike a volleyball perfectly without practice, so why should sex be any different?” you continue, with another laugh and a shake of your head.

Finn doesn’t know why he feels so surprised at your statement. Maybe it’s just that he’s never heard a woman so casually admit to sleeping around. Then again, if men got to, then why shouldn’t you too?

Beverley could say what she wanted about the way he used discussions around the feminist movement, as well as women’s rights as a whole, just to get laid, but Finn had read all those books she’d sarcastically kept lending him, and he genuinely thought the matter to be worthwhile.

Okay, so sue him if he happens to also on occasion use the very legitimate talking points of women’s sexual liberation in his attempts to pick up women, but it's not like that meant he didn’t really believe in what he was saying!

Finn is about to open his mouth to formulate some kind of a reply when you glance at the time and let out a soft gasp.

“Oh shit, I’m going to be late!” you baulk, quickly pulling the zip of your duffle bag closed and hauling it over your shoulder. “I’ve got to go, feel free to use the shower, just close my door when you leave!” you hurriedly ramble, shoving your feet into a pair of sneakers. Finn is still blinking with his mouth halfway open when you call out a last goodbye and disappear out the door.

He showers, dresses, and is about to leave when he realises he hadn’t closed your door. He considers for a moment, at the bottom of the stairs, just leaving anyway, but he can’t bring himself to do it, so he rushes back up, closes your door with a quiet click, and then at last all but flees from the shared house.

“Noticed you never came home last night,” Dale slides into the seat next to Finn at the lunch table, and wiggles his eyebrows teasingly. Finn simply eyes his friend, and takes another bite of whatever it is the school liked to call food.

“Hooked up with the girl I was talking to all night.” He tells him simply. “Fell asleep after, only got out this morning when she left,” he goes on after another bite. Dale stares at him, a frown pulling over his features.

“So…” he prompts, causing Finn to look up at him again and shrug.

“So what?”

“So why do you sound so troubled? Was it not good? She was hot as hell man, no way it was that bad,” Dale insists, making Finn at last drop his fork to discuss properly.

“No she was good, it’s just…” he trails off and tries to figure out his own soured mood. Normally he’d have no issue talking up such a good night, especially considering you were good, but he can’t help but linger on one tiny little fact. “I don’t know, it’s like, this morning there was no ‘when will I see you again’, no care in the world it was just a one night thing, she’s not like other girls, you know?”

Dale blinks at him like he’s a moron.

“Okay? I’m not seeing your problem here?” he says, frown even deeper now. “Isn’t that perfect?”

Finn balks.

“No! She’s perfect! You don’t get it, I think I want to see her again, this girl is unbelievable!” He protests, sounding mildly desperate but he doesn’t care. He looks away from his friend, and out at the grass. The cafe he’d chosen for lunch sits right opposite the library, and normally he’d have spent his break scoping out the cute girls who’d sit studying under a tree or whatever it is he normally did, but today he’d barely even taken note.

“Man, not you too!” Dale groans in exasperation beside him, quickly digging into his own lunch as if this topic isn’t worth continuing. “First Jake, now you… actually you know what that’s fine, you hook up with that Kimberley chick, leave me with all the other cute girls…”

Finn had stopped listening about halfway through Dale’s tirade, how could he possibly pay attention to it when right there, through the window of the library, he’s spotted you, sitting at a table for four, a stack of books in front of you, your pen writing diligently on some page in front of you.

“You want the rest of my soda?” Finn asks blindly, already getting up. Dale protests, but Finn doesn’t even hear him, simply grabs his lunch tray, places it in the returns bay, and legs it across the grass as fast as he can.

He slows down upon entering the library of course, smooths down his hair, his moustache, grabs the first book he sees, and walks right up to where you sit, pulling out the chair opposite you and flips his book open. Out of the corne rof his eye, when he sees you look up, he looks up too, putting on his best display of ‘surprise’ when he ‘notices’ it’s you.

“Well now, what a coincidence this is!” he says before you can get a word in. You blink at him, but don’t seem annoyed, simply cocking your head in an intrigued manner.

“What a coincidence indeed,” you drawl slowly, placing your pen down. “Thanks for remembering to shut my door,” you go on after a beat where Finn is briefly too awestruck to say anything more. He quickly snaps back though, remembering the clear message you’d sent him last night, how you hadn’t seemed to enjoy his antics more than you enjoyed simply talking to him.

“It’s the least I could do, you know,” he leans across the desk a little to faux whisper. “After such a great night,” he says, rewarded for his efforts when you smile at him. His own smile drops however, when a moment later, you pick up your pen again and look back at the books around you.

“Listen, Finn, I appreciate you coming over to see me and all during your lunch,” busted. “But I really need to study for this paper…”

Finn jolts, wanting to flirt and charm you into paying attention to him, but he reminds himself that you aren’t like most of the girls he’s seen before, and so instead relents, beginning to get up.

“I’m sorry, I should go–”

“–You don’t have to go!” you interrupt him, looking back up. Finn slides back down into his chair like you’ve commanded him. “Just give me another half hour, okay?”

Finn does. He nods, and turns his eyes back down to his book, and for the next thirty minutes he reads about the life cycle of bees. He’s only occasionally distracted by little hums you make, which cause him to look up at you for a minute or two and simply stare. He gets a good look at the pile of books you often swap out and flip through, taking notes, and finds himself again stunned by you in all your sexy, sexy, smart glory. You were studying something to do with physics and space and Finn can’t help but think to himself about all the time he’s wasted seeing anyone but you and despite some of the books you have open having titles containing astronomy, he decides to keep his knowledge of astrology off the table.

Almost exactly thirty minutes have passed when you at last close all your books, including your notepad, place down your pen and look up at him again.

“You know, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again,” you tell him thoughtfully, looking him in the eyes. Finn opens his mouth but at first no words come out, so he quickly closes it again. He stares at you, you smile back and roll your eyes. “Come on, I know a place we can go, since you didn’t even eat half your lunch…”

Finn dutifully helps you return your stack of books, along with his own, before following you to your car where you promptly drive him off campus to a sweet little diner a block away. Even he’s surprised with how quiet he stays until after you’ve both ordered, he doesn’t even check out the cute waitress as she walks away, too absorbed in staring back at you as you make a hand gesture like you’re ready now.

“What’re you studying?” he asks quickly.

“Astronautical engineering,” you reply. “What are you studying? I didn’t think we had a beekeeping school.”

Finn smiles and shrugs, almost about to launch into a speech about beekeeping and the non-existent classes he took on it, before he stops himself.

“English literature and teaching.” he reveals, feeling a little naked in doing so, but the way your face lights up after he tells you erases any such doubt in his mind.

“You’d be good at that! I bet you’d have no trouble holding a class's attention!” you gush. Finn distinctly feels his face go red.

Over lunch, you ask him about the baseball team, and in return he asks you about your volleyball team. You’re halfway through explaining a recent rule change when you stop and blink up at him.

“Oh you don’t care about volleyball rules,” you say, seemingly bashful at having gone off for the past five minutes about the subject. “I bet you’ve never even watched a women’s sports game and cared about the rules,” you joke. Finn laughs, your statement not untrue, but he won’t go away with you thinking that was still going to be the case from now on.

“Not in the past, but I would if you were playing,” he tells you earnestly, hoping to god you don’t think he’s simply using a line.

You stare at him for a beat before smiling softly again, turning your eyes down at your plate as you do. You place your knife and fork together at an angle and Finn definitely concludes you come from some kind of high society out East.

“I can’t go home with you tonight, it's a school night,” you say, sounding sorry about that fact at least. Finn frowns.

“But it’s a Friday?” he doesn’t mean to push, he doesn’t even care if you go home with him, he’d be okay with genuinely, actually studying with you if that's what it took. You shake your head like you’re reading his thoughts.

“I have a shift at the observatory,” you begin apologetically, before your face once again lights up.

“How about the next time we see each other, we go out then?” you repeat his words from your very first meeting. Finn straightens up, a grin pulling across his features. He liked this game, and unlike the last time, he didn’t have to go away with the feeling that he’s made a mistake, because he can tell by the tone of your voice, one way or another, you intended to see him again.

“Alright Kimberley, it’s a deal.”

#walt finnegan x reader #walt finn finnegan #finnegan x reader #finn x reader #everybody wants some #everybody wants some!#glen powell #glen powell fic #glen powell fanfiction

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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Another Walt Finnegan idea, bc this website is severely lacking- imagine trying to sneak him in and out of your sorority house/dorm and him just being a little shit

oh yes, dear anon! 🥹

both ways, in and out, finn is making it terribly difficult for you. at the same time, he makes you giggle so much you think you’re going to wet yourself.

sneaking finn in in practice should be easier because your housemates are asleep, but when finn’s won the baseball game and he’s a handful of beers down, it feels like sneaking bambi in.

you have to tell him to shush multiple times as his voice booms through the house about how badly he wants to bury his face in between your tits.

getting him out is harder because your housemates are up and about. it requires some proper stealth sneaking through doors and hallways, all the while stealing kisses and a squeeze on your ass as he leaves.

it’s even worse (funnier) when finn leaves through your window and he makes some crude joke about if rapunzel got treated this way after a one night stand (even though you know it’s not a one night stand and you’ve been together for months).

thank you so much for this fantastic idea my dear anon! i had a lot of fun thinking about this! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #walt finn finnegan #sebs masterlist

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coreyba2breport · 7 years

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Notes taken from “The Advanced Art of Stop-Motion Animation” written by Ken A. Priebe (Foreword by Henry Selick):

Foreword and introduction:

Look up “Lisa Jane Grey” (Stop-Motion Animator).

“Stop-Motion gives proof of the artist’s hand through the inescapable mistakes made and communicate to the audiences that what they are watching really, truly exists”.

“Stop-Motion connects us to the time when our toys came to life through the power of our imaginations”.

Look into “Jabberwocky” by Jan Svankmajer, inspired by Lewis Carrol.

Look up “Seepage” by Henry Selick at Disney.

Look up “Pete Kozachik” (worked on “Slow Bob in the Lower Dimensions”).

Look up “Anthony Scott” (Animation Supervisor for Corpse Bride).

Look up “Larry Bafia” (Animator from Will Vinton Studios and PDI).

Chapter 1: History of Stop-Motion Animation:

“The earliest Stop-Motion films were merely experiments in moving objects before the camera, like Bewitched Matches (1913) and The Automatic Moving Company (1912)”.

Look up “Closed Monday’s” by Will Vinton and “Sandcastle” by Co Hilman.

Look up Stop-Motion TV series such as “Gumby, Morph, Colargol, California Raisins, and anymore (Bagpus, Claykids).

“These Stop-Motion efforts were designed to hold the audiences attention only for a brief moment, a mere bridge getting them from one feature of entertainment to another. For the most well executed Stop-Motion sequences, such as Harryhausen’s 5 minute skeleton fight in 1963′s Jason and the Argonauts, the shorter the format provided a solid frame to place as much quality as possible into them. Often there was not enough time or budget to create the same amount of animation for more than what any feature film required, so all the available resources were applied to creating these short moments of beautiful entertainment”.

“If the technique distracted the audience from the story or character development, Stop-Motion could not be utilized as much more than a novelty”.

“In 1937, Walt Disney took the world by storm with the phenomenal success of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. It was not the first ever animated feature ever made (chronologically), but it was the first to set the standard for what the animation medium could achieve in a feature length format”.

“It would be company branches owned by Disney that would help bring the animated feature back into vogue, through landmarks like Who framed Rodger Rabbit (1988), Pixar’s Toy Story (1995) and Tim Burton’s The Nightmare before Christmas (1993). Nightmare, of course, was a major turning point for Stop-Motion as the medium’s first feature length project to receive worldwide distribution and a huge following after its release”.

“In the years following CG features by Disney/Pixar (Finding Nemo, Wall-E), Dreamworks SKG (Shrek, Madagascar), Blue Sky (Ice Age, Horton Hears a Who!) and others grew to dominate and saturate the feature market. The CG boom of the past decade expanded to the point of prompting rumors of the extinction of more traditional techniques of hand drawn and Stop-Motion, partly fueled by Disney’s misguided decision to abandon the hand drawn medium for feature films”. (Mention films that still use 2D in them today like Moana, Princess and The Frog and The Secret of Kells).

Look into “The Camera’s Revenge” 1912 by Ladislas Starewitch as well as “Le Roman de Renard” 1930 (not released until 1937).

Look up “King Kong” 1933.

Look into “The New Gulliver” 1935 and “The Golden Key” 1939 both made by Alexsandr Ptushko.

Look into “Die Sieben Raben” 1937 by Ferdinand and Hermann Diehl.

“1940′s brought very little to the screen in the format of full-length puppet features, possibly because of WW2 dominating at least half the decade in many countries”. “Ironically the war did play a part in the first technicolour feature to be made in Britain, which was a training film for the Admiralty called Handling ships 1945.”

Look up “Halas and Bachelor studio”.

Look into “Alice in Wonderland” 1949 by Lou Bunin

Look into “Hansel and Gretel: An Opera Fantasy” 1954 (released false information on how stop motion was done)(First stop motion feature film in America).

“Up to this point, (1980) the original full length puppet features were a mixed bag of limited commercial success, failures, and experiments that did not make much impact outside of a few enthusiasts and were otherwise virtually unknown or unreleased outside their country of origin. But the 1980′s to early 90′s was an interesting time for Stop-Motion, where many elements were coming together to set the stage for a major breakthrough in the puppet world”. (The Empire Strikes Back-1980)(Dragonslayer-1981)(Vincent-1982)(The Nightmare before Christmas-1993)(Gumby: The Movie-1995 set up by the release of Pee-Wee’s play house by Will Vinton).

Nightmare combined nearly every puppet and film making technique that had ever been used for Stop-Motion, including front/rear projection, double exposure effects, casting in foam latex, ball and socket armatures, replacement animation and strong character performance”. “Another unique feature was the extensive use of modern motion control to make the camera a moving part of the story”.

“Disney had installed confidence in Henry Selick to direct a follow-up feature in Stop-Motion, James and the Giant Peach 1996″.

Look into “The Miracle Maker” 1999.

“Clay animation in a feature length film would finally have its shot at world wide commercial success by 2000. The 1990′s had seen the rise of another Stop-Motion superstar with genius of animator/director Nick Park”.

Look into “Wallace and Grommet: Curse of the Were-Rabbit” 2005.

Look into “Corpse Bride” 2005.

“The Corpse Bride Puppet faces were manipulated by complex mechanisms of paddles and gears underneath a silicone skin”. “Corpse Bride was the first use of digital still cameras for shooting all the animation”.

Look into “Max and Co” by Frederic and Samuel Guillaume.

Look up “Marjolaine Parot” and “Brian Demoskoff” (Animators on Max and co).

Look into “Edison and Leo” 2008 (Canada’s first Stop-Motion feature) Directed by Neil Burns.

Look into “$9.99″ 2008 by Talia Rosenthal.

Look into “Mary and Max” 2009 by Adam Elliot. (Main character has Asperger Syndrome)

Look into “A Town called Panic” 2009 by Stephane Aubier and Vincent Patar.

Look into “Coraline” 2009 by Laika (First film to shoot in 3D).

Chapter 2: An Interview with Screen Novelties

Chris Finnegan: It’s important to stress that there is CG animation out there that deliberately tries to look like Stop-Motion and is very convincing in the way that it’s rendered out to look that way” (Consider looking into “The Lego Movie” 2014 for this point).

Chapter 8: An interview with Bronwen Kyffin

(Response to the question: “What are your thoughts on the current Stop-Motion scene and its potential?”) “What’s really fantastic right now is that through platforms like YouTube, etc. film makers are able to connect to audiences and each other so much quicker and easier than before. You don’t have to enter or attend film festivals and fly all over the country to be able to share your work with people. Now we can share work with each other from the comforts of home, just e-mailing each other the inspiring films that we find. Hopefully that kind of accessibility will result in more independent work being done. For TV series, I think the interest in it will always ebb and flow, depending on the appeal of the Stop-Motion look and how in fashion it is at the time. I think it will perhaps be more interesting to see how this new online community spreads interest in the Stop-Motion medium, and how that, in turn, affects the number of Stop-Motion shows that we see on TV”.

Chapter 10: An interview with Larry Bafia and Webster Colcord

Larry: “Sometimes simplifying and going back to roots can really feel much more personal. Sometimes when you get more sophisticated, things can get really antiseptic. Even in CG for example, the film Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs went for that Muppet-Type character design, and that helped push the animation, to make it feel unique”.

Webster: “Audiences are more sophisticated now. They used to complain about Stop-Motion looking jerky, but now they’ve seen the flawless, smooth CG alternative, so they want that handmade quality more. Their eyes have accepted it”.

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