|Would you know of any fics where finn is an arrogant celebrity but once he meets rachel he tries to change|
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|Would you know of any fics where finn is an arrogant celebrity but once he meets rachel he tries to change|
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anonymous prompted: "That’s the cutest snow angel I’ve ever seen." and pairing finn x rachel if that’s okay with you
“Do you ever think about it?” Finn asks quietly, running his fingertips gently over the skin of Rachel’s arm.
She frowns, glancing up at him. He’s not looking at her; he’s looking at the television, but she can tell he’s not really watching. She reaches for the remote, pressing the mute button. “Think about what?”
Finn swallows, gives a little noncommittal shrug, his gaze still fixed on the television. “Starting a family,” he says finally.
Rachel furrows her brow. “Finn, you know I do! We’ve discussed this, remember? Three kids, no preference on gender, although it would be nice to have at least one boy and one girl.”
Finn smiles, finally glancing down at her. “I know, baby, I remember, but I guess… I was just wondering how you would feel about trying to start our family right now.”
He pauses, and she doesn’t say anything for a second, so he presses onward. “I – I know you’re in Anything Goes right now, and honestly, Rach, I’m so, so proud, and I know it’s your dream, but… we’ve been married for two years now and you’ve won your Tony award, and, I don’t know, I guess I’m just—” He breaks off as Rachel giggles. “What?”
“You’re adorable, you know that?” Finn still looks confused as she cups one cheek with her hand, pressing her lips against his other one briefly.
“My answer is yes.”
She laughs, feeling somewhat breathless all of a sudden. She nods. “Yes, I’m completely ready to start a family with you, Finn, and I can’t imagine a more perfect time to start trying.”
A grin breaks out across his face, and then he’s taking her face between his hands, peppering kisses across her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, anywhere he can reach. She giggles, covering his hands with her own, puckering her lips until his mouth finds hers. She sighs into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut, fingers tracing the veins on the back of his hands.
“I love you so much,” he whispers as he pulls away.
She smiles. “I love you, too, baby.”
“Soon,” is his reply, one of his hands dropping to her stomach, and she can’t help but smile at the thought of a little person – half him and half her in all the best ways – growing inside of her soon enough.
They buy a house just outside of the city, because now that they’re thinking about starting a family, Rachel’s given up the dream of living in a shoebox apartment and wants an actual yard now instead. It’s not too bad of a commute into the city, plus Finn just got a job at the high school a few blocks from the neighborhood the new house is in, so it all works out.
She’s going to have to take some time off from the theater after she gets pregnant anyway, so that’s going to just be one less thing they have to worry about.
Finn keeps asking her if she’s sure about taking a break from Broadway once she gets pregnant, and she has to keep assuring him that yes, she’s sure, because she’s already lived out those dreams, and now it’s time for her to live out this dream instead. (She thinks he might just keep asking her just to hear her say that again and again because his smile is blinding every time she does.)
The whole trying to get pregnant thing is definitely a perk as well; she’s started basically jumping him whenever and wherever, even convincing him to have a quickie in the bathroom of a Home Depot when they were looking at paint swatches for the living room. She knows he’s not complaining, and she’s sure that, soon enough, they’ll get the news that they’re expecting, and then their little family can be complete.
She honestly can’t wait.
They’ve been trying for months, and she’s still not pregnant. She guesses she never really considered how much of a process it would be; she always assumed that when they decided to get pregnant, it would just sort of happen. She’s quickly learning that that is not at all the case.
She’s planned out her exact ovulation schedule and printed out a copy for Finn to keep in his school things so he knows exactly which nights he should come home and which he can stay after and grade papers, and she doesn’t really want getting pregnant to feel like a chore, but, well, it’s starting to feel that way a little bit, mainly because she’s so discouraged.
“What am I doing wrong?” she asks Finn tearfully one night at the beginning of November, lip wobbling. “We’ve been having sex practically as much as possible, especially when I’m ovulating, and I’ve read so many books and articles and followed countless amounts of advice, but none of it seems to be working! Why can’t we have a baby, Finn? Should this be this hard?”
“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” he whispers, pulling her to him and pressing his lips against her hair. “It’s gonna happen for us, I know it is.”
“How can you know that when it hasn’t happened so far?” she demands, her voice diluted with unshed tears.
“Because I believe in us,” he says quietly, cupping her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His light brown eyes are soft, and she can see he means every word he’s saying. “And if I’ve learned nothing else over the entire time I’ve known you, and loved you, it’s that we always end up exactly where we’re supposed to be, which is with each other, and I know that us having a baby is included somewhere in that as well, so it’ll happen, alright?”
She gives him a watery smile, lets him kiss her nose. “You really think so?” she asks in a small voice.
“I know so.”
She smiles even wider, wrapping her arms around his neck, and she squeals when he picks her up, bridal style, and starts carrying her toward their bedroom. “Finn, what are you doing?” she laughs, but she’s not complaining.
“Making a baby,” he replies before gently tossing her on the bed and crawling onto it next to her.
She laughs again, but then his mouth is on hers, his hand on her waist, and she thinks that he’s right, that they’ll get their baby soon enough.
Maybe they just need to plan less and just let it happen, to just focus on the here and now and let the long term stuff figure itself out.
(The here and now is a lot more fun anyway.)
It snows on the first day of December, and it’s like Finn’s a little kid again.
“There’s, like, at least six inches!” he exclaims excitedly, dragging Rachel to the window that overlooks their back porch.
Rachel rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen snow before, Finn.”
“I haven’t seen snow like this in years,” he reminds her, and she supposes that’s true, because it definitely didn’t pile up like this in the city. He stares out the window for a few long seconds, watching the snow fall, but she just watches him instead.
He looks so young, nose practically pressed against the glass, eyes bright. She has to resist the urge she gets to reach up and ruffle his hair.
“Okay, come on,” she says after a few minutes, gently grabbing his wrist.
He frowns, glancing over at her. “Where are we going?”
“To get into our snow gear so that we can go out into the snow, of course!”
He grins. “Really?” After she nods, he adds, “You’re the best wife ever,” punctuating this statement by pressing a kiss against her cheek before grabbing her hand and leading her into the bedroom so that they can change.
Just seeing Finn practically bouncing around in the snow, arms stretched out wide, tongue out trying to catch snowflakes, makes Rachel think about how great he’s going to be with their kids, and how, this time next year, things are going to be different in the best way possible. She smiles, standing and watching him until he turns around.
“Rach, c’mon, let’s make snow angels!”
She laughs, but she heads toward his outstretched hand, her gloved fingers finding his. She lets him pull her down next to him on the snow-covered ground, then positions himself an appropriate distance away before beginning to move his arms and legs in the snow.
Rachel giggles before mimicking him, the snow wet and cold even through her hat.
After a few minutes, she can see Finn’s face against the grey of the sky above her, his eyes almost hidden beneath his hat, an outstretched hand coming into her line of vision. She lets him help her up, then they both step back to admire their handiwork.
“Yours is bigger than mine,” she says with a little pout, but Finn just laughs, wrapping an arm around her as much as he can through the layers she’s wearing.
“That’s the cutest snow angel I’ve ever seen,” he tells her with a little smirk, gesturing to her effort in the snow in front of them.
She shoves him lightly, then replies, “You’re only saying that because I’m pregnant.”
His eyes widen almost comically. “What? You’re—?”
Wordlessly, she nods, biting back a smile, and then he’s engulfing her, arms winding around her and drawing her into a bone-crushing hug. “Wh—how—”
“I think you know how,” she replies cheekily, and he just hugs her again, pressing kisses to her face, his lips unexpected warm against her cold skin. “I just found out this morning, before you became entranced by the snow falling outside the window.”
He just grins, kissing her again, his gloves rough against her cheeks. “I can’t believe this,” he murmurs as he pulls away, “we’re – we’re actually having a baby.”
Rachel nods, eyes shining, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him again. “I think we should go inside and celebrate with some hot chocolate in front of the fireplace,” she mutters, and he’s quick to agree, practically scooping her up and heading toward the house.
She thinks this is already shaping up to be the best Christmas ever, and it’s barely even begun.
They tell everyone else about her pregnancy on Christmas Day, getting his mom a shirt that says World’s Best Grandma and her dads a couple of grandpa-themed picture frames. Carole practically bursts into tears, her fathers immediately begin planning on what they’re going to be getting for the new arrival, and even Burt looks a little misty-eyed as he surveys the Best Grandpa hat he just unwrapped.
“How long have you known?” Kurt demands.
“About a month,” Rachel says, sharing a look with Finn, who can’t stop smiling. She doesn’t think she can either; this past month has probably been the happiest of her life, and she can’t imagine how it could possibly get any better.
“A month?!” Kurt exclaims incredulously. “So you’re probably about two months along, I presume?” After Rachel’s nod of confirmation, he continues, “Oh my God, we have so much planning to do in so little time! I have a whole wardrobe to design, because with you two for parents there’s no way I can let you actually pick out what my niece or nephew will be wearing on a daily basis, that’s for sure—”
Rachel rolls her eyes, leaning into Finn as Kurt keeps talking about all of the plans he’ll have to conjure up. Finn’s lips brush against her forehead, his hand resting comfortably on her still-flat stomach, and she smiles.
She can’t wait to see what next Christmas looks like for them, because it’s sure to be amazing.
At around one am, he’s done (or at least tried and failed) every puzzle on the back of the newspaper he’d found lying on the bench arm. Finn wipes a hand over his tired, weary face and stands, trying to stretch the knots out of his muscles. He begins to walk the platform a little, up and down, in hopes of keeping himself awake more. A yawn soon follows, loud and slow, and surely enough a few seconds later he sees the girl yawning, too.
Beside the side of the building, he sees a drinks dispenser, slowly making his way over to it. The light behind the dented screen flickers on and off, Finn straining his eyes to see what drinks aren’t out of order. Eventually he gets himself a coffee. It’s not exactly his favoritething in the world, but beggars can’t be choosers. The plastic cup allows the heat to burn his otherwise numb fingers, which he’s grateful for. Just as he’s about to move back to the seats, a thought pops into his head and he throws a look over at the girl on the bench, huddled into her coat and scarf.
Without even thinking about it, he slips some more money into the machine and gets a second cup.
"Here," he says as he sits down back down, holding out the steaming cup to her.
She pulls out one of her purple headphones and smiles toward him. “You didn’t have to,” she says softly.
"Can’t have you going asleep on me," he jokes.
"No." Her eyes shine with something he can’t quite decipher, "we can’t."
They each bring the coffees to their lips, taking a sip in unison. Their faces pull the exact same expression not moments later, both scrunched up.
Finn chuckles, “I’m guessing you’re not much of a coffee lover, either.”
"Not really," she gives a tentative smile, "but thank you though. I am grateful." Her small fingers wrap around the entire cup as silence engulfs them once more. Finn finds himself wanting to talk to her more, but searches for the right thing to say.
Eventually, he clears his throat. “I’m Finn, by the way.” He peers into his coffee, because one look at her and he suddenly feels nervous. “Just thought you should know… since we’re gonna be here all night.”
She gives this huge smile now, one that makes him feel suddenly more awake. “Rachel,” she quietly says, before adding, “you’re very sweet, Finn. If I have to be stuck here for a whole night, I’m glad it’s with you.” His face brightens at that, and he stares right back at her as he sips another drink of his coffee, not even cringing this time. She does the same.
"So where are you going then, Rachel?" he asks curiously. Finn eyes the suitcase once more.
"Back to New York," she responds casually. "I was only in town for a couple of days, and I was supposed to head back tonight because I’ve got to help my roommate in the morning, but I suppose he’ll have to do with me. The show must go on, right?"
He blinks. Her roommate is a he. Why does that bother him?
"You live in New York," he instead says, "must be nice."
"New York is amazing,” she crows with that same big smile. “I’ve lived there ever since I was eighteen. Four years in the City and I don’t think I could ever grow bored of it.”
"You think it’s a good place for someone to start out? To have a second chance?" he looks honestly toward her, the woman’s eyes holding him softly in their gaze.
Rachel slowly nods, curiosity melting into her expression at his own anxious one. “Yeah, I think it is.”
"They both miss the last train to New York. With nowhere else to go, they’re in for a long night."- that’s what IThinkIJustGleedMyself wrote about her one-shot. Honestly it’s all you need to know about “Come fill my little world” to enjoy the story of two people and destiny. You never know what would happen when you miss your train.
|Hey I'm searching for a Finn where Rachel and Finn are going to get married but they still don't know each other, Rachel is living in their house alone till the wedding and she meets a boy "Finn" and she doesn't know he's the one that she will get married with.|
This is a prompt from finchel-prompts so there might be a few written already but here’s one I found :)
|Anon, I know a story where Rachel's a stripper, it's called 'You Can Leave Your Hat On', and is written by littlewittle.|
Oh man, right! I totally forgot about it!
|do you know any stories where Rachel is a prostitute?|
Whoa. No, I don’t.
|Do you know the fanfic where It's in Quinn's POV and she visits Finn when they broke up (or never went out??) and she looks around his house and finds photos of her and her bobby pins?|
EDIT: Could it be this one? :)
|Hi :) Do you guys know any funny one shots or multi chapter fics? Thank you ^^|
You can go and loog for them in our “one-shot” or “mutli-chapter” tags.
|Hi! Thank you for running such a great blog! I was looking for a oneshot where Finn's girlfriend thinks he's cheating on her with his band's new manager, and in the end you discover it's from Quinn's POV, and the girl actually is Rachel? I tried your "answered" tag but I couldn't find it there... Could you help me find it please? Thanks :)|
|Do you happen to know the story where finn and rachel have 2 children and 1 dies? Rachel is depressed and won't talk to finn or there other child at all. Quinn and puck have Beth and are trying to help get rachel to talk. Also, I know at the end of the story rachel takes her daughter and Beth to the mall and has a break down and Beth has to call finn to come get them? Sorry if confusing!|
I know I read it and it was really sad and angsty but I don’t remember Beth being in there so maybe we’re thinking about two different stories.