[cr-ushh]

𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮...

— s!her, writer, french, american, finn wolfhard lover

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i’m currently obsessed with finn wolfhard / mike wheeler so that’s who i’m writing for

everyone is welcome here! no matter race, gender or sexuality

requests are open!!

I’m also happy to answer any questions you have!!!

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unbridled ( part two )

| preacher boy mike x fem!reader

for two weeks mike was able to get out of mass and sunday school by telling his mom he was sick , it almost didn’t work but she got distracted quickly and agreed to let him stay home . his father , on the other hand , wasn’t exactly ecstatic about this claiming that he’s never missed a day since he was born ‘ but sure stay home kid , in bed , no where else ’ . well you don’t have to tell him twice because only when he’s alone can he lay in bed and think about you . you two have gotten close and with each passing day mike’s hunger gets stronger , whenever you bat your lashes at him , whenever you smile at him , whenever you’re just around him . so when he’s finally home alone he can just be in peace with his thoughts ( and his dick )

but he never goes too far , never helps himself get off because that’s crossing a line , ‘ be holy in all you do ’ . mike still likes to think that he’s a religious person , that even though his imagination breaks off and shows him stills of you ruined in bed by him or even by others , that he’s not sinful . but he hasn’t gone to church , hasn’t sat down and confessed about his sins and he’s seeing you a little too many times . it’s bad , he admits but he’s not sinful , you got to believe him ! no , he’s a just a young man with unbridled feelings , a boy who’s in love for the first time and doesn’t know how to react , a boy who was unfortunately brought up in ways that restrict him from feeling and that’s why he’s so confused right now but he just can’t stay away from you

you’re like a magnet drawing him in , closer and closer with your gorgeous face , sweet eyes , perfect scent … everything about you makes him crazy . in school he sits next to you all the time , in class he’ll constantly turn his gaze to you when you’re writing something in your notebook ( you always know when he’s looking ) , during lunch he rambles on and on about his life while you stare at him intently , taking in all his information and that just makes him feel even more for you . he’s even started to visit you even more on saturday’s , not just for the fresh batch of strawberries , but to hang out with you . ‘ have you ever ridden a horse ? ’ mike nodded no , ‘ well come on ! we have three ’

‘ really ? when did you get them? ’

‘ they came with the farm i guess ’ you took him behind the house and into the stables where three horses stood majestic and tall , beautifully managed clearly . ‘ pick your choice ’

‘ what ? ’ mike looked at you as if you just stabbed him in the back , ‘ no … no i just told you i’ve never even been on a horse before ’

‘ so what , you don’t want to learn ? ’ you scoffed at him ‘ fine , we’ll ride together ’ you took one of the horses out and placed the saddle in its place before going back outside , you got on the horse and put your hand out to help mike get on . he hesitated, he’s never made actual contact with you before , ‘ you’re not making a deal with the devil if you’re worried about touching me ’ he snapped out of whatever trance he was in when you said that and took your hand . you wasted no time and started to gallop away around the back of the farm , just in circles , just enough to give mike a feel of what it’s like

you started to go faster and then mike needed stability , he couldn’t keep holding on to the back of the saddle so he placed his hands on your waist , he inhaled a sharp breath when doing so , who knew this was a line he could cross , but what’s even worse is the thoughts that came after … the galloping horse making you two bounce , his hands firmly placed on your waist made him think of you possibly riding him , once again ; save a horse , ride a cowboy ? so the whole time you two rode that horse , the speed increasing by the minute , the wind blowing your hair into his face allowing him to smell you all over , the tighter his grip , the rhythm of your bounce only . mike was so close to getting off just -

‘ michael ! ’ you abruptly stopped the horse when you both heard the voice and mike’s hands immediately ripped off of your waist ‘ michael get down this instant ’ mike was tense , his body rigid right behind you and he didn’t make any move of getting off the horse ‘ no ’ his father was getting closer and your grip on the horse was starting to falter that it was losing control

‘ micheal wheeler , you are leaving right now ’ he didn’t raise his voice but he was stern and that made him even more scarier than ever , mike slipped off the horse and you did as well , ‘ go to the car ’

‘ dad - ’

‘ go ! ’ mike sighed and gave you a small sad smile before leaving but his father didn’t follow him but he was too far away to hear what he was saying to you , it couldn’t be anything good from the look on your face , misery painted all over it but there was nothing mike could do anymore as his father walked away from you . the ride home was horrible , the silence towering over him as he wondered what his father could have said to you , he also knew that he would probably be punished when he gets home . but mike didn’t waist a minute and ran into the house slamming the door of his room completely ignoring his fathers protests and his mothers questions … and as if life couldn’t get worse for him , you weren’t there at church the next day and the following week at school you didn’t talk to him , ignored him all day and were nowhere to be found during lunch time

‘ you must know you’re a bad influence on mike , on all the kids at my church and at school . mike doesn’t need you in his life , he doesn’t need you ruining it like how your mother ruined your fathers life ’ your demeanor changed in an instant , who was he to talk about your family ?? ‘ sir , my family is perfectly fine , i would like it if you could leave now ’

‘ don’t talk to my son ever again , don’t look at him , don’t do anything with him . ever . this is my town , i have eyes and ears everywhere so i will know ’ he walked away from you but turned around once more ‘ matter of fact don’t step foot in my church , you or your parents ’ and he was gone . you stood there in misery and in pain , it wasn’t even about the way he talked about your parents ( that was the least of your concern ) it was the fact that he just forbade you from seeing mike ! the only person in this town who sees you for who you are , not a slut as everyone claims . and now what ? now you’re just supposed to stay away from him ? supposed to act like he wasn’t your friend , like you didn’t feel something for him ?

but mike’s father was dead serious and you clearly underestimated that , he would drop mike off at school and watch you arrive as well with his eyes glued to yours . so you had to stay away because the principal was also watching you as well . it was hard not being able to to even smile at him , to even whisper hi to him , to even tell him what his father said but you had too because there was no imminent threat but surely the preacher could come up with one . so for a very long time you ignored his looks , his conversations, his protests and during lunch you sat outside on the lawn far from view and somewhere mike certainly wouldn’t be sitting at . the strawberries even started to rot because no one was coming to eat them and they were too much for you to handle , it made you frustrated for some reason . and you cried for the first time in a very long time

you’re not a dependent person , you’ve learned to live by yourself without the help of mom and dad but mike was different because he made you happy . he kept you calm and made you laugh and made you feel things no boy could ever make you feel . not a single one of those boys who asked you out every night just so they could smoke a cigarette and make out with you . mike was the only person you truly cared for and being away from him was hell itself . funny , you always knew the preacher was the devil himself .

the longer you stayed away from mike the harder it got for him . he was starting to fail classes and zone out during mass and sunday school , now that you weren’t there what was the point of any of it ? he soon lost all faith as well , stopped reading the bible and going to the studies because of the thought of you not talking to him hurt him. time passed and he couldn’t forget about you , he refused to do so because you were all he wanted , he was doing so much better when you two were friends but now … it was like he stuck in a cage . he’s always in his room but this time with only sad thoughts , his fantasies started to drift away but not his love for you . his passion stayed and he had to do something about it

but you didn’t let him . he would take his time leaving school knowing that you stay ten minutes after the last bell rings and try to get you to talk to him but you’d quicken your steps and get in your car as fast as possible . and when he would pass by your house and see you tending to the flowers on the lawn he would wave at you but you’d drop all your things and run in the house . it’s like mike was falling down a rabbit hole of heartbreak , a rabbit hole of yearning to be more specific because even if you weren’t going to verbally talk to him , mike found other ways to make you see him . he would send letters to your house ( anonymously because even mail men like to talk ) , leave them on your desk before class and even started to leave stuff for you at your lunch spot . hey the preacher boys has eyes and ears too . gosh he even started to ask his stupid church group how to get a girls attention and they would tell him all about it but you were un - approachable

but one day he caught you off guard , after mass he snuck out of his house when the sun was going down after he heard his parents and his older sister blabbering about a certain ‘ farming family ’ and he wasn’t in the mood to hear his fathers thoughts on this . but what was he going to do after he jumped out the window ? he literally just walked to nowhere in specific but he found himself at your house , of course he did . none of the lights were on in the house but the stable lights were on and he decided to go there and there you were , once again tending to the horses . you looked beautiful in this light , he thought , your hair tied up , your jean shorts and your pink shirt matched with your signature pink cowboy boots . mike walked in slowly making sure you wouldn’t run away from him but gladly the other doors were locked and he would be able to stop if you tried to get out . ‘ hey farm girl ’ you jumped and looked at him with a startled look and immediately charged for the back door but he caught up to you and grabbed your arms . ‘ please stop running away from me i just want to talk ’

‘ you can’t be here , you can’t be near me , does anyone know you’re here ? ’

‘ what are you talking about ? no doesn’t matter just let me talk please ’ he waits for a response but you just stand there and he takes it as a yes ‘ i have loved you ever since i’ve known you ’ you stared to take a step back and he got even closer to you ‘ i can’t help it and i’m sorry if i did anything wrong to make you stay away from me but i can’t stop thinking about you ! and i need you to understand ’

‘ mike ! i understand ! and god i wish i could - your father told me to stay away and i was afraid that he would hurt you if i didn’t so please , he might be looking for you - ’

‘ my dad said that ? ’ mike’s hands went up to his head , there was no way his own father would deprive him of such feelings … but he know he would he just didn’t want to believe it ‘ well i don’t care ! i don’t care about my sins anymore , i don’t even know if i believe in all this anymore … sorry my point is that it’s not gonna be easy with my family and all but we’ll work it out right ? we have two months of school left and then we can just leave ! and i wanna do that and i wanna do that with you , so just say the word and i’ll stay by your side forever … and if you don’t want that then i understand , i just wanted you to know how i feel for you , how i burn for you ’

there was nothing but tears in your eyes and a hint of fear in them too , the confidence that was once there was now gone because of him , that affect he has on you to make you feel vulnerable and real . ‘ i can’t think about anything or anybody and i can’t sleep , i can’t breathe , i can’t eat sometimes knowing that you’re stuck in that house . knowing that i can’t even be around you because i … fuck it but i feel things for you but i’m also afraid that i can’t give you anything . you know people say i’m like my mom and maybe it’s true i don’t know but what if it is ? what if i hurt you and make you do things you don’t want ? ’ before you could say anything else mike kissed you , it was sloppy and messy , inexperienced clearly but it’s the thought that counts . your lips against his were warm and somehow reassuring and for a moment everything felt perfect like it was all mike needed ‘ i love you and i know you’re nothing like your family because you’re nice , sweet , you know how to make people happy . if you’re scared then i can help you with that if you’d just let me and don’t worry about my father , please ? ’

your cheeks were pink and mike couldn’t help but smile at that , ‘ okay … yes let’s do this ’ he kissed you again and it was sort of better this time ( yea he’d need to learn how to do that for sure ) ‘ come back to church please , show him that you’re not afraid ’ . so there you were next week at church sitting right beside him with no worries at all and for the first time mike wasn’t afraid either , he even stayed for confession . it was probably awkward since it was his father doing the confession but he needed to get it out of his system … and maybe he wanted to see how’d he’d react . ‘ i’ve been failing classes , skipping classes , sneaking out of the house , doing things with a certain someone , thinking about … things , i’ve probably done all the sins in the past month . and you can be mad dad but i think our lord and savior would forgive me because i did it out of love and that’s the key isn’t it . you always ask us will god forgive us ? and i’d like to say yes … because the ones who see the good in people and don’t call girls sluts are the ones who have the free passage to heaven ’

to say the least pastor ted wasn’t in a very good mood for the next two months that he didn’t even say goodbye to his only son when he left town with the love of his life but that’s okay because if his own father doesn’t see good in you than he would rather cut all ties with him . all he needs is you , no faith , no heavy religion , just you and the rest of time he has left . . . this whole ‘ be holy in all you do ’ bullshit is what drove mike to realize the purity is life when you weren’t trapped in a cage made by your own family , yea maybe he still felt a little religious at times ( it is his nature after all ) but it didn’t stop him from making those fantasies come true plus he found out he’s quite good at it either way

!!!!! part one if this flops murder me credits to the og

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Summary: After a long day on set, a quiet moment in your trailer turns unexpectedly soft when Finn stays a little longer than he should.

Notes: I think this is sooo cute!! Set during the filming of st 3 before finn and reader get together. Basically just pure fluff!!

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It was late. Far too late to care about anything beyond the quiet hum of your trailer and the ache settling deep into your bones. The day had been long and relentless, filled with back to back scenes and barely enough time to breathe, let alone rest.

You were curled against the couch in your trailer, half buried in a blanket, too exhausted to do anything but let your eyes drift shut.

The door creaked open without warning.

Footsteps shuffled in, followed by a familiar voice tumbling over itself in a rush of words that barely made sense.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t know you were sleeping,” he murmured quickly.

You didn’t need to look to know who it was. It was Finn. Of course it was. He had made a quiet habit of finding his way to your trailer after filming wrapped, as if the day did not feel complete until he saw you.

You blinked your eyes open, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

“It’s fine,” you assured, pushing yourself up slightly. “Come sit.”

You patted the spot beside you, your movements slow and heavy with exhaustion.

He lingered by the door for a moment, hesitating like he always did, as if he needed permission more than once. Then, after a quiet breath, he crossed the small space and sat beside you.

“Are you sure you want me here?” he asked, voice laced with uncertainty. “You were sleeping and I really don’t want to bother you or anything. I can just go if you want.”

Before he could spiral any further, you reached out and took his hand.

The effect was immediate. His words cut off, his entire body going still. You could practically see the moment the contact registered, the way the tips of his ears turned pink.

You smiled, softer this time.

“No, it’s okay, Finn. I want you here.”

He looked at you for a second longer than necessary, like he was trying to decide if you meant it. Then he nodded quietly.

“So,” you prompted, settling back down and shifting until you were comfortable again, “what were you saying before?”

You stretched your legs out, absentmindedly resting them across his lap.

He stiffened at the contact, clearly unsure of what to do with himself. His hands hovered awkwardly for a moment before he carefully placed them against your calf, as if worried you might pull away.

“Oh, it wasn’t anything important,” he replied, a little too quickly.

You let out a small, tired laugh.

“Oh, come on. Tell me. I like it when you talk.”

The words slipped out without thought, dulled by exhaustion. If you had been even slightly more awake, you would have never admitted something like that so easily.

Finn’s face flushed almost instantly.

“Okay,” he conceded, ducking his head slightly. “I was saying…”

And just like that, he started talking again.

He told you about the scenes you weren’t in that day, his voice picking up with quiet excitement. He complained about having to reshoot the same scenes over and over because Gaten and Caleb could not stop laughing. He mentioned how Sadie had apparently made it her personal mission to trip him every time he walked past her. Each story blended into the next, his hands occasionally shifting against your leg as he spoke, like he was unconsciously grounding himself.

His voice was soft, steady, and warm.

It always was, but right now, with the dim lighting of your trailer and the weight of exhaustion pulling at you, it felt almost hypnotic. The way his tone lifted when he got excited. The way his eyebrows drew together when he complained. The quiet little pauses where he seemed to second guess himself before continuing.

There was nowhere else you would rather be.

Unfortunately, your body had other plans.

The exhaustion caught up to you quickly, your eyes growing heavier with each passing second. You tried to keep listening, you really did, nodding every so often to show you were still paying attention.

But eventually, sleep pulled you under.

Finn noticed almost immediately.

His voice trailed off, words fading into silence as he looked down at you. Your breathing had evened out, your face relaxed in a way it rarely was during the chaos of filming.

He didn’t move.

He was afraid that if he shifted even slightly, you might wake up.

Instead, he just… looked at you.

He noticed the way your hair had fallen across your face, soft strands brushing against your cheek. Without thinking, he carefully reached out, gently tucking them behind your ear. His fingers lingered for just a second before pulling back, like he had crossed some invisible line.

A small smile found its way onto his face.

You looked peaceful. Comfortable. Safe.

And for a moment, in the quiet of the trailer, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

The sudden burst of noise shattered that feeling instantly.

The trailer door swung open, far too loudly for the calm atmosphere that had settled inside.

“Finn, you left your—oh.”

Caleb’s voice cut off mid sentence.

Noah, Sadie, and Millie crowded in behind him, all four of them freezing at the sight in front of them.

Finn’s head snapped up, eyes wide.

“Shh,” he hissed urgently, panic flickering across his face. “Guys, be quiet.”

Their expressions shifted almost immediately, confusion melting into poorly concealed amusement.

Millie clasped her hands over her mouth, eyes sparkling.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, though it was definitely louder than necessary.

Sadie tilted her head, a smirk forming.

“Is she asleep?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” Finn mouthed, his voice barely audible. “So can you please leave?”

Caleb raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

“Wow,” he whispered dramatically. “Didn’t know you had it in you, man.”

Finn glared at him.

“I don’t have anything in me,” he shot back quietly. “She’s just tired. We were just talking.”

Noah snorted, earning himself another sharp look.

“Yeah, looks like a real intense conversation,” he teased under his breath.

Finn shifted slightly, clearly trying to shield you from their view, which only made it worse.

Sadie’s grin widened.

“He’s so whipped,” she said quietly, but just loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I am not,” Finn insisted, his voice cracking just enough to betray him.

Millie stepped closer, peering down at you with a soft smile before glancing back at Finn.

“She’s cute when she’s sleeping,” she murmured, then added, “you’re being weirdly sweet about this.”

“I’m not being weird,” Finn argued, though he lowered his voice again quickly when you stirred slightly.

All four of them immediately went quiet, watching as you shifted but did not wake.

Finn exhaled slowly.

“Please just go,” he pleaded, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Caleb shook his head, still smiling.

“Oh, we are definitely talking about this tomorrow.”

“No, we are not,” Finn countered.

“Yes, we are,” Noah added.

Sadie gave him a small salute.

“Goodnight, lover boy.”

Finn rolled his eyes, but there was no real bite behind it.

“Get out,” he whisper yelled.

Finally, after a few more stifled laughs, they slipped out of the trailer, closing the door behind them a little more gently this time.

Silence settled again.

Finn looked back down at you, his expression softening almost instantly.

“Sorry about them,” he murmured quietly.

You didn’t respond, still fast asleep.

He hesitated for a moment before carefully adjusting the blanket around you, making sure you were comfortable.

Then he leaned back slightly, letting himself relax just a little.

“…they’re not wrong, you know,” he admitted under his breath, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

His eyes lingered on you again, softer this time.

“Not about everything,” he added quickly, almost defensively.

A pause.

“But… maybe a little.”

And with that, he stayed exactly where he was, quiet and still, as if the moment was something fragile he did not want to break.

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I think about preachers son!mike wheeler x freaky!reader on the daily

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would you guys want a fic that was set before reader & finn got together for my smau..? likeee i already have it written but still asking

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₊⊹𝜗ৎ⋆˚꩜ MAKE OUT POINT ( chris tian 𝔁 fem!reader )

<33# daphy’s note: this is a continuation of “when did you get hot” since so many people liked it and requested another, which is absolutely insane to me bc i got so close to just scraping the entire thing, so thank you thank you thank you to everyone who supported it!! lol it means so much, this is a combination of two reqs i got (more madwheeler bobby & reader dynamic and just another chris fic)

<33# warnings/content: no use of y/n ([name] and you used), bobby & reader are best friendism but they hate each other because they’re so similar, chris is stupid per usual, mentions of violence and blood, not canon compliant with hell of a summer, slighttttt smut warning (the most that happens is the reader palms chris through his underwear)

<33# 3.4k

<33# IN WHICH, As the first night of the summer session at Pineway winds down, you and Chris take the chance to sneak off and make a couple of memories.

“𝓢O, IS NO ONE CONCERNED ABOUT JOHN and Kathy not being here and it’s already night time?” Shannon's asked over the music from the radio, one of John’s old CD’s blasting.

“Yeah, they were supposed to be here hours ago.” You mentioned, curling your body into Chris’ on the couch, ignoring Bobby’s deep sign of irritation.

You and your fellow campers, Shannon, Bobby, Noelle, Claire, and Ari were all sitting in the lounging cabin, sprawled in different ways: Shannon and Claire sitting back to back on the floor, fanning themselves cool, and Ari kept trying to coax Noelle into listening to his screenplay plot.

You, however, were practically in Chris’ lap on a separate couch. Call it a honeymoon phase (since you guys got together exactly four hours ago), but you both found it hard to even be without each other for five minutes. If you went off to clean your cabin before the campers arrived, Chris would be right behind you (not helping much, just staring at your face lovingly).

“A lot of things were supposed to happen today and they haven’t, so this isn’t really that crazy.” Bobby snapped, smacking his teeth at the sight of you and Chris.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I think you know full damn well what it means, [Name].” Bobby murmured. Everyone else just watched you two like a tennis match.

“Um, okay.” Claire said awkwardly, “I feel like we should give John and Kathy a call, just to be on the safe side.”

A couple others hummed in agreement. Chris twirled a piece of your shiny hair around his finger and smiled. He was so close you could feel his mouth curving into a grin from your cheek.

“While they’re busy calling John and Kathy, say you have to use the bathroom exactly three minutes after I leave to get water.” He whispered in your ear, hiding his words behind his stupid striped robe you laughed about earlier.

You gave him a look of confusion, drowning out the surrounding conversation about how they would reach your camp directors.

“Why?” You asked him dryly.

“So we can make out near the creek…Y’know, where everyone goes to make out?” Chris spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You do realize I spent my entire life being a loser up until now, right?” Your lips formed a straight line.

Suddenly, you felt like that same fourteen year old who got picked last for dodgeball and color war. You felt like the same loser who was always the first to be pranked during cabin vs cabin because everyone knew you’d never say anything. You were transported back to being sixteen and watching Shannon and Claire get invited to bonfires with the cool campers, while you were left crying into your pillows.

Sure, you were in a new body, but new hair, skincare and makeup couldn’t heal years of ostracization.

Chris paused, “Oh…” There was an awkward silence before he continued, “Just turn left as you leave the cabin, follow the trail until you see the little clearing, the creek is right there.”

You just nodded, forcing a smile and stuffing the sickly, painful feeling rising from your throat back deep into your stomach.

“And how would I tell if it’s exactly three minutes if I don’t have my phone or a watch?” You tried to diffuse the tension by asking playfully.

Chris just sat there, blinking dumbly. You could see the gears turning in his head. “I didn’t really think of all that…Just count to one hundred eighty.”

Before you could question his logic any further, Chris abruptly stood up from the couch with a loud groan. The discussion of who would go get the phones was paused to pay attention to Chris.

“I’m so thirsty, is anyone else thirsty? ‘Cause I’m like really, really thirsty.” You nearly face palmed at Chris’ very obvious display.

“I could go for some water.” Shannon said, peaking at Claire who nodded.

“Yeah, whatever.” Ari waved off Chris to go back to talking Noelle’s ear off, who looked ready to die (even more than she normally did).

“Cool! I’ll go get us some waters. Be back soon.” Chris shot a fake smile at everyone and rushed out of the cabin, practically leaving a cartoonish trail of dust behind him.

In his rush, Chris didn’t realize his best friend watched with sharp eyes during your entire conversation. He saw the way you both giggled in each other’s ears. His lips pulled into a scowl.

“Well, we still need to find a way to get our phones. Anyone know where Jason is?” Shannon asked.

“Nope, but he’s the one who took our phones. What if he’s a crazed serial killer and he killed John and Kathy, now we’re next?” Noelle spoke up. She looked a little too excited.

Claire stared at her in bewilderment, “Jason isn’t a serial killer.”

“Yeah, he can’t even lift the archery targets, let alone kill someone.” You laughed. You were at ninety seconds.

Bobby made a noise as you spoke, something between a scoff and a click of his tongue. Regardless of what it was, it was in annoyance.

Your eyes shot to Bobby, who wouldn’t even look at you, “Something you’d like to add, Bobby?”

He finally turned back to look at you, "It's just that looks can be deceiving. So, I don’t think we can rule out Jason being a murderer yet.”

Under other circumstances, you would’ve agreed with Bobby, but the way he made an effort to stare directly at you after saying “looks can be deceiving” ticked you off.

“Why the hell did you look at me while saying that?”

“I didn’t look at you.”

You laughed mockingly, “Raise your hand if you saw Bobby look at me when he said ‘looks can be deceiving.’”

Shannon and Claire’s hands both shot up, followed by Noelle who timidly raised her hand and Ari who raised his without taking his eyes off his screenplay.

“Are you guys serious?” Bobby gaped, “You guys are only saying that because she’s hot now!”

A crowd of protest went around the room, “Why’re you booing me? I’m right.” Bobby retorted.

“Not everyone equates correctness with hotness, Bobby.” Ari snarked.

Frankly, you didn’t care much for this conversation. It passed three minutes fifteen seconds ago and you were looking for an excuse to leave the cabin and meet up with Chris.

“Wow, Bobby…” You began the dramatics, “I can’t believe this is what you really think of me. I don’t know if I can bear this.”

Cue the world’s smallest violin.

“I need a minute,” You fake choked up, wiping your dry waterline as if you were actually crying. “Just to get myself together.

You paused your terrible acting to scan the faces around the room. All of them looked incredibly sympathetic, even nodding in solidarity. Maybe you were too hard on Chris, these people really were that easy to deceive.

You pushed yourself off the couch quickly so that they couldn’t see your tears, or lack there of. Stepping over tangled limbs on the ground and the creaky floorboards, you tried to scurry off towards the door.

But the universe wasn’t letting you go that easy, heaven forbid anything good come easily for you.

A hand clamped on your wrist that was hovering over the door handle. You trailed the hand up through the arm and was met with the suspicious face of Bobby.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked as if he was in a ‘20s detective flick.

“Well, I just said I need a minute…” You said obviously.

“Then, I’ll come with you,” Bobby announced, not even looking at you, but at the rest of the room, who were still gawking at his audacity.

“When I said I needed a minute, I meant preferably a minute alone.” You deadpanned.

“Why would she want to go with the guy who just insulted her?” Shannon inquired genuinely.

“Um, because I’m a good dude?” Bobby said. “And because [Name] is only going to go meet up with Chris.”

You cringed, eyes darting everywhere else in the cabin. You hadn’t realized Bobby was being a creep and eavesdropped on your conversation with Chris.

“That’s not even true–“

“A lot of things about you aren’t true, aren’t they?”

Before you and Bobby could begin arguing again like insolent toddlers, Claire cut in.

“Even if she is going to meet Chris, who cares?” She shrugged as Shannon and Noelle rapidly nodded their heads. Ari still hadn’t looked up from his screenplay.

Bobby malfunctioned, gesturing to you, then the door, then the girls sitting on the floor, looking at him expectantly.

“U–Uh,” Bobby sputtered, “Because there’s a murderous serial killer on the loose, as Noelle said.” He framed the sentence as if he was asking if his reasoning made sense, which it didn’t.

“Yeah, whatever, Bobby.” You scoffed, pushing him away from the door and stomping out into the warm summer night. You allowed the wooden door to slam itself shut on Bobby’s arguing; the last thing you heard was “dump her body in the lake,” which was starting to make you think he wished a serial killer was rampaging through Pineway currently.

You huffed, blocking Bobby and his flippant words out of your mind and trudged on into the woods. You did exactly what Chris said to, turning left, then listening to the crunching of rocks and dirt under your scuffed sneakers you’ve been wearing since age fifteen.

You walked until the trail stopped, leading to the open-mouthed clearing where a little creek lay. You had memories of sneaking out with Shannon after lights out to eat your first edible, then freaking out about it, then throwing up into the creek and crying the entire walk back to your bunks. Maybe it was better that you hadn’t gotten invited to the bonfires.

“Chris?” You whisper-yelled into the night, trying your best to talk over the cicadas and the rustling of the creek water, but not too loud that you’d alert everyone else in camp that you’re about to get it on. “Chris, where are you?”

That same sickly, unwelcome feeling crawled up your throat again. What if Chris stood you up and this was all an elaborate ruse to embarrass you one last time?

“Boo!” A voice rustled through the still trees. A cliche, horror movie scream ripped through your throat, your entire body spun to look at whatever murderer was about to kill you right as you started your new life.

Fortunately, for your life and self-esteem, it was Chris, doubled over himself and his stupid robe, laughing so hard tears escaped his eyes. Your face felt so hot under the summer evening that you wanted to punch Chris and throw him into the lake.

“That’s the loudest I’ve heard you ever be.” Chris managed to get out through his childish giggles.

You smacked your lips, rolling your eyes, “Maybe I’ll just go back to camp, asshole.” You shoved Chris’ shoulder, trying to hide the smile threatening to etch across your face.

Chris grabbed the hand you used to push him and held it there tightly. You paused, short-circuiting. The only boy you held hands with was your father. Twelve years ago.

He used your hand to pull you flush against his chest. You had to bring your arms around his shoulders to stabilize yourself, or else you both would crash to the grassy Earth.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for so long,” Chris whispered into the night. His words left his mouth and entered yours as you took a breath.

“Have you really?”

“Since we were ten years old.”

“Then stop waiting.” You spoke, all you could feel were Chris’ cold palms on your exposed stomach. Shivers crawled up your arms and spine. He felt so nice in the blazing summer night.

You and Chris’ lips met in a mess of hushed breaths and saliva. You brought your hands up to his hair to tug at it as his hands pressed your waist against his. You could feel the ridges of his bony chest and the buckle of his pants through his stupid robe. Your attention was taken by a growing pressure up against your inner thigh. You placed your leg between Chris’ as he whined into your mouth.

“Please, don’t stop,” Chris moaned, ending the kiss to nuzzle his head into the crevice of your shoulder. “I’ll do anything, just don’t stop.”

You complied and continue to rub your leg against him. Chris’ breath picked up in your ear. The chirps of crickets and buzzing of cicadas filled your senses and the moon seemed to shine extra bright on his dyed hair. You never remember summers at Pineway being this hot. Maybe because you’ve never been this close to someone before.

Feeling weirdly bold from hearing Chris moan into your ear, you decided to trail your hand from his hair down his chest and beneath his waistband.

“Oh, fuck—“ Chris sputtered, “I’m almost there, please.

“Does that feel good?” You asked nervously in his ear. You continued to palm him through his underwear. Chris had to bite into your shoulder to stop his screams.

“Yes, God, yes,” He answered breathlessly.

“So,” You allowed that sickly feeling to pool at the base of your throat again, “Have you been here before… Y’know, with someone?”

Chris lifted his head from your shoulder, scanning the bruises he left before his eyes flickered to yours.

He tilted his head in confusion, “Have I been here before? As in, have I been to Pineway?”

You stopped rubbing Chris, ignoring his whine of protest, “No, you idiot. Have you ever done this with someone here before?”

Realization hit Chris’ face, “No, never.”

“Really? Or are you just saying that so I keep jerking you off?”

“No! God, no!” Chris glowed bright red, “I swear, I’ve never been here before with anyone. Ask Bobby.”

You tried not to roll your eyes at the mention of his best friend. If you thought too hard about him, you’d gag.

“Yeah, okay.” You tried to go back to kissing Chris, but he stopped you with a serious look on his face.

“I’m serious, [Name],” Chris promised, “I saved my first time at this spot for you.”

You looked into Chris’ brown eyes, the lake water reflected off of them and shone a new emotion you’ve never seen before on anyone.

“Your first time?” You tried to laugh away your insecurity.

Chris shook his head with certainty, “Only time.”

You smiled and moved back in to kiss him again, not minding the fact that your hand was down his pants the entire time.

Chris’ breath sped up again, your mouth moving messily in tandem with his. He kept letting out pitchy whines in pleasure that told you he was close.

“I’ve never done this before,” You whispered as he hissed when you squeezed tighter, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Chris moaned, his eyes shutting tightly, his face flushed, sweat pooling at his cupid’s bow, “I just want you. More than anything.”

Something shifted in your chest after Chris said that. Heat pooled in your core and filled throughout the rest of your body. You felt impossibly hot and impossibly close to him in this moment, even if you were getting him off in the middle of the woods. It wasn’t the most romantic, but it felt as such.

With a final bite on your shoulder that made you cry out, Chris finished with a matching moan that matched your scream and soaked his underwear and pants. Clarity hit him like a freight train and he breathed heavily into your ear, coming down from his high.

“I love you,” Chris whined, lifting his head to look at you directly, “I love you so much.”

Your eyes widened in bewilderment, “Chris, you barely even know me. I couldn’t even bring myself to talk to you before today.”

“So?” He asked, hands leaving your waist to grip your face, you allowed your own hands to leave his pants and trail up his shirt, “You weren’t the only one watching from afar.”

“Try being romantic when you don’t have a wet spot on your crotch.” You laughed, pushing him back to take in his disheveled, drunk-like state.

His hair curled in ways it never had before, some sticking to his forehead from the sweat. His lips were swollen from your kisses and his cheeks were bright red, per usual. His shirt twisted awkwardly on his body and you could get a glimpse of his happy trail with how low his unzipped pants hung on his waist.

Chris blushed and nodded awkwardly. You two sat there, in the dead of night, not caring of what lurked in the woods of Pineway. This was the calmest you’ve felt in hours.

“Aw, fuck.” Chris’ voice randomly cut through the silence, meshing with the sounds of the rushing water feet away from you. He brought his hands up to his hair to pull at it.

“What’s up?” You frowned in concern.

“Studies have shown that out of every ten relationships, women perform sexual advances on the men first in nine of them. I told myself I’d be the one difference.” Chris lamented, looking stupidly serious.

You couldn’t help but gap at him, “Well, if it makes you feel better, there is no fucking way I was lying on the ground to get eaten out by you anyway.”

“I got a blanket from my cabin for you to lay on.” Chris mumbled, pointing towards the folded, blue blanket a couple feet away from you. You hadn’t even noticed it.

You scoffed a laugh, “So you just assumed I’d want to do that?” You teased.

“No! No—“ Chris stuttered, “It really was for us to lay on together. But if you wanted to—“

“Relax, Chris. I’m only teasing.” You moved his wet curls out of his eyes and poked his freckled cheeks. “Rain check? Maybe it doesn’t have to be your only time here.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Chris nodded to himself, trying to fight the easing smile emerging on his face. Your grin matched his own.

He couldn’t bring himself to say anything else. If he tried, he’d end up saying he loved you again.

[cr-ushh]

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[cr-ushh]

𝒃𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝒕𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐮 —

finn wolfhard x actress!reader

summary: insta posts after they hard launch at the st season 5 premiere

notes: requests are open btw. also sorry I haven’t been posting js been going through it recently. but hey I’m back!! 🥹🥹

masterlist

yourusername, uhh surprise..! no but literally i love this man

view comments ?

user1, this feels like a full circle moment

sadiesink_, my beautiful girl!! oh and him ig…

—> yourusername, dw sadie he’s js my side

—> finnwolfhardofficial, uhh hello?

user2, I CANNOT WITH SAIDE 😭

user3, this is the definition of worth the wait

gatenmatarazzo, i could treat him better but wtv 🙄

—> yourusername, oh sure you could 🙄

user4, im speechless.

user5, yall surprised but i’ve known they were dating since season three

—> user6, noooo literally

oliviarodrigo, glad to say i’ve known abt this since day one 💋

—> yourusername, obvi ur my day one!!

user7, UGHHH IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM

user8, stop i love this

milliebobbybrown, definition of perfect

—> yourusername, love you millie!!!

user9, CAPTION IM CRYING

user10, I KNEW ITTT

user11, i just woke up.. what’s happening??

calebmclaughlin, uhh that’s my man

—> yourusername, please you wish

user12, quick everyone act surprised

user13, he could do better

—> user14, please you just jealous

user15, 14 year old be is screaming rn

finnwolfhardoffical, and I seriously love this woman

—> yourusername, chillll I’m easy

[gleekluver]

when i accidentally interact with anyone born in the 2010s

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE 12

[vurbenaa]

I’m obsessed with your head cannons they’re literally so good!! Have you ever written for chris? (Finn’s hell of a summer character) idk if you’re interested but maybe a head cannon of summers with chris pretty please? I just loved the way he was with Shannon in the movie lol

summers with chris hcs

a/n: i haven't written him before but i adore what ive seen of him.. thank u for reading and for the request!! i hope i can get better at writing him </3 havent even watched the movie cuz idk where to.. gulp!!

── .✦ crushing

all of the campers and counselors knew how whipped chris was for you before you ever did. because somehow, through all of his complimenting and courting, you had yet to pick up on it.

he was reluctant to compliment your appearance despite thinking you were beyond beautiful. after bobby scolded him and told him it wasn't shallow, especially when chris complimented everything else about you, he finally told you for the first time that you looked gorgeous with your hair done how you'd always do it. that was the first time he'd seen you go so red, and he made a mental note of that (even though it went against his feministic nature).

chris isn't usually afraid to say how he feels. the only reason he hesitates now is because he's convinced it's not mutual and that he'll make you uncomfortable.

billy is the one that helps him get past that, even using his own statistic against him — "chris, come on, you literally told me that woman like hearing when a guy has a hots for them. what's the deal?" billy groans. chris retorts, "93% of women prefer to be asked out rather than initiate it themselves. but that means 7% of women don't. whose to say she's not part of it?" then, "she literally checks you out whenever you go swimming, idiot." "wait, what?"

following you around like a puppy was his first job, followed by any actual counselor responsibilities. he could turn any one person job into a two person one (and yes, he hates the term 'one man job' and makes it abundantly clear).

you two stay in each others cabins religiously. you claim his bed is softer, he claims yours is warmer. he's not lying. it's just that it's warmer because you're next to him, making him flush so hard he loses himself and his sleep.

he loves your shared rambling sessions where he'd info dump about all he'd known of gender studies (particularly, being his major) and you did the same with your own passions. which, obviously, he'd recall during conversation and show you he really did listen as intently as he looked like he did. it's the bare minimum, after all.

chris asks you out when you two are walking back to the cabins. he doesn't want it to be flashy or a big deal — especially not when that could risk making you uneasy. so, when you two get to your door, he leans against the porch railing and bluntly says, "i'm really into you. like, really. you're just so smart and funny and i love being around you. and you're beautiful, obviously. but that's one of the least interesting things about you. and even then, it's still one of the most fascinating things ever to me."

so yes, you end up spending the entire night talking and kissing in the bed of your cabin. it's summer! god forbid you two enjoy it to the fullest, kisses on time crunches included.

── .✦ dating

once you two start dating, nobody can even tell until chris outright kisses you before leaving to watch over some campers in the forest. you were so close before that him attached at your hip for a week straight and hugging you from behind every other day wasn't questionable. it took a literal kiss for it to be apparent.

some of the younger campers made you two matching bracelets to get "married" with merely a week into your relationship. obviously, you have to indulge their fantasies, watching him dramatically offer you the bracelet before rambling about the gender inequalities in the marital system. little girls were left tilting their heads in confusion while you just pressed a kiss to his cheek and replied with something akin to, "that's interesting, baby."

sneaking out of your cabins at dusk was a nightly occurrence for the two of you. usually to go out to the trees by the lake and makeout for an ungodly amount of time. that, or talking as your feet dangled in the water with your pants rolled up past your ankles.

you two always end up paired together "coincidentally" for anything that requires it. he refuses to admit that he'll convince whoever you end up with to switch with him. even if he has to pick up a chore of theirs for the next week, he'll do it. you don't know that though.. he hopes.

you never have to ask for anything because it's always done before you even realize you want it. he hands you a s'more as soon as you look twice at the other's and leaves to go get you a drink if you so much as wipe sweat off your forehead without realizing.

"you're not worried about us losing touch after summer?" you might find yourself asking one day, or even multiple times if it's plaguing your mind. he always says the same thing, without an ounce of doubt in his mind. "i'll find a way to be closer to you." and maybe you two don't live that far, but he still means it.

lots of kissing and being accused of having cooties, though you have to admit you haven't heard that word in a while. the kids run when you two kiss, because even a peck on the check is a spectacle to them. you don't let them dare see you two make out — that's reserved for nights in cabins. they'd never recover.

he plays guitar from time to time at the campfire for everyone and you get to curl up by his side every time with your head resting on his shoulder and eyes gazing up at him in awe. you're sure it looks ridiculous, and you get teased for it. it never stops you from doing it. that, and he'll practice new songs to play the kids in the cabin with you sometimes. maybe he's not an expert, but it's raw and he tries and it shows.

if you're having a bad day, he'll ask the kids to be extra nice to you. if he can tell you need distractions and don't want him to try and interfere himself, he'll send a camper off to ask you to help them with something for him. you can't escape him and you couldn't appreciate it more.

[luethyy-deactivated20260329]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 you 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

finnwolfhard x fem!reader

¬ summary: finn finally gets on one knee

¬ warnings: fluff, established relationship and maybe like one cuss word?

¬ based on this request. so fun writing this, hope you like it❤️

pt 8 masterlist

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finnwolfhardofficial ٠࣪⭑

liked by yourusername, gatenmatarazzo and 65m more

finnwolfhardofficial happy birthday, love. can't wait to eat the cake

djotime happy birthday old lady ↪yourusername you're older joe.

user191 still can't believe they're together ↪user192 but they're so cute

gatenmatarazzo they grow up so fast😭 ↪finnwolfhardofficial right?? ↪user193 this feels like an inside joke

oliviarodrigo happy birthday baby ↪yourusername ❤️

user194 she's gorgeous

sadiesink_ i took those photos of you two i want credit ↪user195 they're number 1 supporter ↪finnwolfhardofficial really sadie? ↪sadiesink @ yourusername your bodyfriend is mean ↪yourusername finnie don't be rude ↪finnwolfhardofficial i hate you ↪user196 they're so fun ahhaha

user197 okay what's that caption. ↪user198 RIGHT?? ↪user199 does it mean what i think it means? ↪user200 yeah i think so

yourusername weird choice of words but thank you ig ↪finnwolfhardofficial why's that? ↪user201 unhinged finn is so fun

yourusername i love you honey ↪finnwolfhardofficial love you more

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you obviously talked about future, knowing that no matter what hapoened, you were going to be in each other's. you talked about houses, and cats to keep poppy company, and holidays to the other part of the world.

the word marriage wasn't usually spoken out loud, but it was always implied. after a year, you started to talk about it more, and saying it to each other not like a promise, but like a certainty.

"you would really look good in white"

his fingers draw a constellation between your moles, sending shivers down your spine. "and mrs. wolfhard sounds really good"

you chuckled. "you think?"

"i know"

it happens when you less expect it.

you're running to him after one of your shows for your new album, 'the art of loving', giggling like a little girl an throwing your arms around his neck.

"gosh, baby. you were amazing. and you didn't tell me you added a dance during-" you shut him up with a kiss, brushing his hair away from his face. "a surprise. did you enjoyed it?"

"i did. and i really look forward to see it again. with less clothes, maybe" he says so only you can hear, and even if yoivre used to his forward words, you blush anyway.

finn chuckles, kissing you gently again and he guides you to your dressing room, whispering at your ear how proud he is of you. "did i ever tell you how much i love you?" he says as he close the door behind you.

his heart is rushing in his ears, and the ring in his back pocket feels heavier, and when he gets on one knees, he fears that he might die there. but when you turn around, smiling at his sillt question, he knows it's all worth it.

you don't realize immediately. your eyes take in his body, his nervous smirk, and then the small ring between his fingers. tears starts flaling from your eyes, but their taste have never felt sweeter.

"finn" you utter.

your name falls from your lips and itvs heavy with the love he feels for you, pure and gentle. "when i met you-" his voice breaks.

"i fell in love with you the first time i saw you, at joevs concert. and i kept falling, everyday, until you put me out of my misery and kissed me during that after party, and then we became us."

you fall to your knees, holding his face betwene your hands, chuckling at the memory of the kiss he's talking about, all theet and slopoy tongues. "i love you so much, i can't imagine a life without you. i can't imagine waking up by something else from your chuckles as you make breakfast, or watching a movie without your silly comments about every detail. you are the sun, and the stars, and the whole sky and-"

your lips meet his and his arms tightens around you, your bodies fitting perfectly against each other. "yes," you whisper.

his forehead touch yours, breathing heavily now freed from the nervousness of the asking. "i didn't even ask you"

"do it. ask me"

"will you marry me?"

you let out a breathless laugh. "yes!"

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you don't really hard launch your engagement. you have your wedding in a few months, a small private and not too big- just your families and your friends.

olivia cries when she sees you walking down the aisle. you hear her muffled cries behind you as you take finn's hand. hevs crying too, in a more composed and subtle way, but the tears run down from his face like rain.

joe brags about being the one who set you up together at that dinner years ago. sadie tells everybody how she knew finn liked you since joe's concert.

finn's eyes stays on you the whole night. and then, you take the floor. together. you both follow the rhythm of your favorite fleetwood mac song, chuckling as how silly you must look. "mrs. wholfard, you are a fantastic dancer" he whispers, giving you a whirl.

"why, thank you. you aren't bad yourself"

"i had a great teacher" he says, and you both giggle as you remember the afternoon spent in your living room, the couch pushed against the wall, and finn keeping stomping your feet.

the internet finds out when you make your appearance as the musical host at snl. the ring on your fingers shines as you hold your microphone. the public erupts, and when you come back gome at night, laying beside finn, you both post about it. finally.

you chuckled readinf the comments, and laugh at the relief of your friends, finally free of talking about your wedding.

the most beautiful thing is that you do it together, hand in hand, sheets twirled around and his lios on your forehead, gently beushing your skin.

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finnwolfhardofficial ٠࣪⭑

liked by yourusername, nattyiceofficial and 41m more

finnwolfhardofficial husband and wife

user202 WHEN I SAW THE RING ON SNL I SCREAMED

user203 i want to know how was the proposal. ↪user204 me to so curious

gatenmatarazzo can't believe you're off the market... ↪finnwolfhardofficial i've been for a long time ↪user205 he's so in love

sadiesink_ still thinking about that dress. ↪finnwolfhardofficial me too

user206 these two hotties MARRIED

nattyiceofficial the best wedding ever liked by finnwolfhardofficial

user207 the stranger things cast being invited to the wedding they're family

oliviarodrigo who's that beautiful woman? my best friend right ↪yourusername AAAA i love you

yourusername kicking my feet right now ↪finnwolfhardofficial i know i can feel it

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yourusername ೀ

liked by finnwolfhardofficial, conangray and 47m more

yourusername i like white

conangray you're gorgeous and you're a wife😭 ↪yourusername don't start crying again please

user208 THE SECOND PHOTO OMG

oliviarodrigo tell your husband i come first ↪finnwolfhardofficial trust me i know ↪user209 and now they're friends

mckennagraceful beautiful woman and finn ↪yourusername he wants me to say to you to fuck off but i'll say i love you

sabrinacarpenter a gorgeous ethereal angel liked by yourusername

user210 i want more photos please ↪user211 like the whole footage i need it

user212 hard launching this on snl while singing a song dedicated to finn so crazy

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taglist: @disiscami @mischivana @palnteed

[cr-ushh]

Will you be continuing you’re Finn smau? I miss it a lot, it was so good :[

Yesss I am!! Sorry I’ve had a lot happen to me recently so that’s why I haven’t been active lately.

Also rq are open!!

[gleekluver]

mike thinks his nose ruined the moment. you think your baby boy just needs to be kissed about it .ᐟ

mike has always been aware of his nose.

not in a tragic staring-at-himself-for-hours way. he doesn’t hate it. he just knows it’s there. knows exactly how it looks from the side because he has, on more than one occasion, turned his head in the mirror and pretended he wasn’t checking.

it is not subtle. and when you are kissing someone, subtle feels important. he learned that the first time he kissed you, when your teeth knocked and his glasses slid down and he pulled back immediately to say, “i’m sorry, i-i think i just headbutted you.”

you had stared at him. “mikey. that was your nose.”

“yeah,” he’d muttered, mortified. “that’s worse.”

since then, there’s always a second before your lips touch where he freezes and calculates. tilt left. no, that feels unnatural. down a little. wait, is that too much. do people normally have to think about this or is it just me?

you notice it. the way his shoulders go tight. the way he hesitates like he’s about to take a test.

right now you’re in your room with the door closed but not locked because your mom is home and you have no interest in dying today. late afternoon light stripes across the carpet. you’re sitting cross legged on your bed, and he’s standing between your knees, hands hovering at your waist like he’s afraid to assume too much.

you hook a finger in his belt loop and tug him closer.

“relax,” you murmur.

“i am relaxed,” he says immediately, which would be more convincing if he wasn’t visibly bracing.

you kiss him before he can overthink it.

his hands land on your hips, tentative for half a second before settling. he kisses you carefully at first, like he’s following instructions only he can see. then you hum softly against his mouth and his brain short circuits in real time.

he forgets the instructions.

your fingers slide into his hair and he makes a quiet sound he will absolutely deny later, low and surprised. he leans into you without thinking, warmer now, less careful about where he’s placing himself, and his nose presses into your cheek.

it isn’t sharp or painful, just solid, the steady pressure of bone against skin, and he feels it immediately. of course he does. he’s always aware of it. he tries to fix it without pulling away, shifting his head slightly, but the movement only makes it drag along your cheekbone before settling there again. he goes still for half a second, caught between wanting to adjust and not wanting to stop kissing you

you’re trying very hard not to smile.

he pulls back an inch, already flushed. “i’m doing it again.”

“doing what?” you ask, still close enough that your mouths brush when you talk.

“the thing. with my nose. i can feel it.”

you blink at him. “babe.”

“i’m like,” he gestures vaguely between you, frustrated with his own anatomy, “shoving it into you.”

you laugh under your breath. “that sounds way more violent than what’s happening.”

“you.. know what i mean.”

you do. you also know he’s two seconds from apologizing himself into a spiral. so you pull him back down by the front of his shirt. “just kiss me.”

he hesitates long enough to search your face for any sign you’re secretly annoyed, something he might’ve missed, but when he doesn’t find it he leans in again.

this time he adjusts more carefully, angling slightly differently, and for a few seconds it works. long enough for his shoulders to loosen. long enough for him to forget he’s supposed to be managing anything at all. your knees tighten around his hips and pull him closer until there’s no space left between you, and whatever careful geometry he was attempting dissolves. he stops thinking altogether.

his hands slide to your back, fingers spreading as if he’s afraid you might drift away. you can feel the warmth of him even through his shirt, the steady rhythm of his breathing turning uneven the deeper the kiss gets. he leans into you fully now, like he’s been holding something back all day and finally decides not to.

and inevitably, his nose presses into your cheek again, firm and familiar. neither of you pull away.

your lips move slower now, deeper. he tilts his head instinctively and it just makes the pressure firmer, his nose fitting against the curve of your cheekbone like it belongs there. you push his glasses off at some point without even looking, and they land somewhere on the nightstand with a soft clatter.

without them, he’s even less coordinated.

so when he kisses you again, enthusiastic and a little desperate, his nose digs into the same spot and stays there. you don’t pull away.

when you finally separate it’s because you’re both smiling too much to keep it steady. he rests his forehead against yours, a little breathless, a little dazed.

“okay,” he says quietly. “be honest.”

“that’s never a good start.”

“did i just, like.. bulldoze you?”

you grin. “no.”

he narrows his eyes like he doesn’t trust you. then his gaze drops to your cheek.

he stills.

“wait.”

“what.”

he lifts his hand but doesn’t quite touch you. “h-hold on.”

you turn toward the mirror on your closet door, more curious than concerned.

there’s a faint mark high on your cheekbone, subtle but undeniable, a warm flush blooming exactly where his nose had been pressed.

you look back at him. he looks like he just ran over your dog.

“oh my gosh” he breathes. “i. i bruised you.”

“it’s not a bruise.”

“it’s becoming one.”

“mike.”

“i literally injured you by kissing you.”

the guilt is immediate and sincere and a little ridiculous. you can see him replaying it, mentally adjusting angles he can’t go back and fix. you reach up and cup his face before he can keep unraveling.

“hey.”

he stills under your hands, breath catching, blinking slowly.

“it doesn’t hurt.”

he studies you carefully, like you might be lying to spare him. “you’d tell me.”

“yes.”

his eyes flick back to the mark. his mouth twists. “i keep trying to fix it and then i forget and i don’t want you thinking i’m bad at this.” the way he says it is quiet, almost embarrassed. not about the nose. about the idea of disappointing you.

you brush your thumb gently along the bridge of it. he freezes at the contact.

“mikey,” you say softly, “you’re not bad at this.”

he gives you a look. “you’re saying I’m not bad at kissing, but there’s a bruise with my name on it.”

“yeah,” you say, smiling a little. “because you were really into it.”

he stares at you, processing. “that’s.. what you got from that.”

“kind of,” you say, tilting your head.

his blush creeps down his neck. “that’s so embarrassing.”

“why?”

“because i wasn’t thinking about anything except you,” he admits. “like at all. i completely forgot to… manage my face.”

you laugh quietly and lean forward until your forehead bumps his again. “i think that’s allowed.”

he shakes his head a little, but he’s smiling now. although, still self conscious.

“does it actually not hurt?” he asks again.

“no, mikey. i promise.”

to prove it, you lean in and kiss him first. deliberately angling your face so his nose brushes the same spot. he makes a small startled sound against your mouth. you feel the hesitation.

then he exhales and leans in properly.

this time he doesn’t overcorrect. doesn’t pull away the second he feels contact. his nose presses there again, warm and familiar, fitting against you in a way that suddenly doesn’t feel like a flaw. when you pull back, he looks at you carefully.

“you’re doing that on purpose.”

“maybe,” you admit, fighting a smile.

he studies you for another second, then his expression softens in that quiet way he doesn’t even realize he does.

“you’re weird,” he says.

“you love me.”

he doesn’t hesitate. “yeah. obviously.”

and when he kisses you again, he still half adjusts out of habit. but he doesn’t apologize.

and you don’t move away.

[doublewheelrr]

₊˚𓂃˖𝜗𝜚。WHEN DID YOU GET HOT? ( chris tian 𝔁 fem!reader )

<33# daphy’s note: i finally rewatched hell of a summer so i could write this but this is barely even has any chris screentime im ngl.. its like mostly the readers inner monologue IM SORRY GUYS, chris is lowkey so hard to write for because he’s barely even in the movie as is lol. im ngl i like hate this so much and contemplated scraping the whole thing but i promised to deliver a chris fic so here i am… i need to stick to what i know aka michael double wheelrr anyways reqs open

<33# warnings/content: no use of y/n, loser!reader crumbs (she’s very self deprecating, even after she “became hot”) also kinda weird girl reader bc i need more weird ass bitches as the reader (this is so so self indulgent), chris is stupid (canon), claire, shannon & reader are a trio in this (shannon and chris never happened!!), bobby & reader bestfriendism even though bobby is kind of an ass to her (they are lowkey the same person… kinda serving madwheeler nachos), reader is lowkey a bird brain and kinda boy crazy but plz cut her some slack lmao

<33# w.c: 5.5k (this did not need to be as long as it is)

<33# IN WHICH, after 8 years of pining the summer away with your crush on fellow camper, Chris Tian, you decide you’re sick of being invisible to him. When you return to camp, you realize something about both Chris and yourself.

“𝓘 DON’T THINK YOU REALIZE HOW BIG THIS SUMMER is gonna’ be.” You drawled, eyes focused on reapplying your lipgloss in the car’s pull down mirror.

“No, I realize. I just don’t really see the point of all this.” Shannon rolled her eyes, trying her best to keep her attention on the road and not on you fidgeting around in her passenger seat.

You scoffed playfully, though you were deadly serious. For the week leading up to your first summer as a camp counselor at Camp Pineaway, you talked yourself blue to anyone who would listen about how insane this summer would be. You had it completely mapped out.

Since you were ten years old, you’d been attending Camp Pineaway. Pineaway was a little sleep away program where children from the neighboring cities and suburbs came for five weeks out of the summer months to drench themselves in sunscreen, make shitty arts and crafts and run around in the woods after the final dinner bell rang.

Your summers consisted of stomach aches from only downing marshmallows and expired popsicles and trips to the nurses office after color war. Pineaway, as much of your life as it’s taken up, was the bane of your existence.

Sure, you made life long friends there, like Shannon, who you considered your best friend since she forced you to be her partner during three-legged-race seven summers ago. Sure, you enjoyed the outdoors, taking pictures at the end of the summer to memorialize your experiences.

But what you didn’t enjoy about every summer was pining away after the same boy for the past eight years.

Christian Tian was the bane of your existence.

“You don’t get it, Shannon,” You snarked, saying her name like it was some sort of curse word, “you’ve been cute all your life.”

“You were cute before the ‘glow up.’” Shannon took a hand off the wheel of her dad’s jeep to make air quotes at “glow up.”

“Friends don’t lie,” You narrowed your eyes at her, “You don’t spend eight years winning ‘most likely to be confused for a leech’ every summer being cute.”

Shannon bit her lips to stop herself from laughing, “That was a joke, y’know that. That Jason guy would always win the ‘most likely to go to high school games after graduating’ award. It doesn’t mean anything, [Name].”

“No, Shannon!” You interjected, “It means a lot because that Jason guy definitely gives off peaked at summer camp vibes. That means I give off leech face vibes.”

You put your gloss away, rubbing your lips together and making duck faces at yourself in the mirror. You could feel Shannon’s scrutiny, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

This would be your summer. You and Chris’ summer. You vowed to yourself at the end of August last year when you watched Chris pile into his step dad’s shiny, red convertible with Bobby you wouldn’t let another summer go to waste without talking to him. It was time to make him notice you.

“You’re doing all this,” Shannon spoke, referring to your extremely impractical outfit meant for maximum Chris eye catching and your insistence that you’d get there early to pick the cabin closest to his and Bobby’s, “And we’re not even sure if they’ll be here for counselor weekend.”

“Oh, no. They’ll be here. Bobby told me so.” You shrugged nonchalantly, rolling down your window in an attempt to make your hair look more natural and free (as if you didn’t spend two and a half hours styling it this morning, then in the car, then fifteen minutes later again in the car).

“Bobby told you?” Shannon raised an eyebrow, her manicured nails tapping along to the beat of whatever song was playing from her car’s aux.

Shannon, like others at camp, weren’t exactly fond of Bobby. He was sort of a douche, kind of egotistical, and definitely had some sort of inferiority complex. But three summers ago, in a desperate attempt to get into Chris’ inner circle, you hung around Bobby and followed him around like a lost dog during activities.

Bobby saw you for what you were, a sort of weird but semi-endearing girl who clearly needed some self confidence, and decided to take you under his wing.

Which made exactly no sense to Shannon when you told her about your new blossoming friendship. You, Bobby, and Chris were all the same age. Bobby had no business taking anyone, much less an insecure, invisible loser (Bobby’s words verbatim) such as yourself under his wing. Especially because he was exactly like you.

According to Shannon, of course.

“Yeah, we’ve been texting a bit since last summer.” You smiled to yourself thinking about all the intel you got on Chris through his best friend.

“So you can talk to Bobby, the same boy who you didn’t know your name until like a year ago, but you can’t talk to Chris who has tumbleweeds blowing through his brain?” Shannon questioned.

“That is literally so different! Bobby is like my very own network of rats,” You smiled, ignoring your friend’s thirtieth eye roll, “Except just one rat.”

“So, what’s the plan for when you inevitably chicken out and settle for watching Chris teach his campers safe swimming tips all summer?”

You shook your head, keeping the bright smile on your face, “That doesn’t even enter my consciousness, Shannon. He will notice how hot I got and we’ll ride off into the sunset forever. End of summer story.”

You didn’t give Shannon a chance to cloud your delusion before you turned the volume up on the radio station, Looking For Love by The Cars blasting through the lowered windows. You laughed at Shannon’s wince at the volume, ignoring her pleas for you to turn it down as you sang along to the words.

You and Shannon touched down at the campsite, the smell of grass and regret filled your nostrils immediately. You guys greeted everyone, excluding Demi and Mike who side eyed your new appearance, and waddled your way into your cabin with all your luggage.

Shannon went off to find Claire while you sat in your cabin, organizing your outfits from most likely to catch Chris’ attention to least likely. You hummed along to the sounds of the afternoon birds chirping through your window. You had good feelings about starting this summer off.

That was until Bobby came barging through your cabin door.

“Hey, you in here, [Name]—“ Bobby started, before his eyes snapped to you on the floor. “Uh… Sorry, wrong cabin.”

He began to awkwardly shuffle out but your voice stopped him, “What’re you talking about, Bobby? I’m right here.”

Bobby’s entire body froze. His eyes widened as he crouched down to get a leveled view of you. Last time he saw you, you looked nothing like the girl sitting before him. You looked shinier, more polished. Your poster was straighter than the slouch you’d been carrying around the past eight years. Your cheeks were pinker and your lashes seemed to have grown longer and darker.

“You’re fucking with me, right?” Bobby asked genuinely, sitting down across from you. He started to poke and prod at your face, like he wasn’t convinced you weren’t an illusion.

“No, I’m being for real.” You spoke, your speech muffled by Bobby’s pulling at your cheeks. “Do I look that different?”

“Do you look different?” Bobby asked rhetorically, scoffing a laugh, “You look like a person now! Before we would mistake you as the lochness monster after swimming lessons.”

Your face dropped, “Are you serious?”

“That’s not important, though.” The boy waved away your question, you frowned. “Did you know the call time was at 9:42 and not 9:45?”

“Well, we all got here at like 9:40–“

“Y’know what I think it was,” Bobby didn’t leave any time for you to answer him, “It was Mike. That dude is like so self obsessed it’s crazy. He knew I wanted to do it this year, so he told everyone to come like ten minutes earlier.”

“9:40 is not ten minutes before 9:45–“ You tried to interject, pulling a bathing suit from under Bobby, which he so rudely sat directly on your categories of clothing on the floor.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyways, have you seen Chris yet?”

Your entire demeanor immediately perked up, “Chris? Did he ask about me?”

“What? No,” You deflated like a wilted flower, “I was just asking because I mentioned you on the way here and he kept asking ‘who? who?’ like an owl. It was hilarious.” Bobby laughed, absentmindedly twirling a stray curl in your hair.

You were ready to throw yourself into the lake.

“Okay, thank you for the visit Bobby, but I’m very busy.” You tried to usher him out, but he only got even more relaxed.

He moved to lay on Shannon’s bed. Not only did she detest Bobby as a person, but she also detested people laying on her bed in their outside clothes. She wouldn’t even let the campers do it.

“Busy doing what? You have no friends at camp besides Shannon.” Bobby said.

“You need to get up and get out before Shannon impales you with an arrow, Bobby. I’m being so serious.” You stood up to yank Bobby off the bed, but you were interrupted by another person entering your cabin.

At first, you expected it to be Shannon, coming in guns blazing because her “outside clothes on bed” detector went off with Claire in tow. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Shannon. Or Claire.

It was Chris Tian. The first and last person you wanted to see right now.

He stood at the door in all his awkward, boyish glory. His bangs were dyed red this summer, a little less curly from the past years. His freckles were darker and he looked flushed, like he just ran here from the car.

“Bobby, I’ve been looking all over for you!” Chris panted, leaning against the doorway. Your heart skipped several beats.

His dark eyes flickered towards your figure, which you were sure looked absolutely ridiculous just standing completely frozen like you were being held at gunpoint.

An easy smile overtook Chris’ face, “Hey, [Name].”

In your mind, you flashed Chris a flirty grin, flipped your hair over your shoulder and said in a sultry voice, “Hello, Christian.”

In reality, you continued to stand there, gaping like a fish. You felt yourself begin to sweat and it wasn’t even midday yet.

Bobby groaned, sitting up from the bed as Chris rushed him out, muttering something about getting the rest of their bags out of his step dad’s car. Bobby turned back to you, giving you a pat on the back and a wink before leaving.

You weren’t exactly sure what was worse, the fact that Chris was still able to recognize you after you spent the past year trying to make yourself as unrecognizable as possible, or the fact that he wasn’t stunned at all by your new look.

Regardless, summer was just getting started, and you were no quitter.

It was around noon now, you ranted to Shannon, cried half your makeup off to Claire, and ran lines with Ezra as Pinocchio for about an hour (he insisted you do so because you “had the look for it.” Whatever that meant).

And throughout all of this, still not a single word spoken to Chris.

You watched him from the benches as he and Bobby laughed over a stupid joke, shoved each other and laughing some more. You did this every summer without fail.

You didn’t realize that your first golden opportunity would come in the form of a way too old counselor by the name of Jason Hochberg.

“Hey, [Name]!” His squeaky voice called out, you were busy wallowing in self pity on a bench beside Claire when he caught your attention.

You gave a polite smile along with a nod, catching the way Claire’s lips pursed slightly when he approached. You raised an eyebrow.

“What’s up,” He asked awkwardly, you and Claire just stared at him, he coughed and continued on, “Digging the new look. Everyone’s talking about it.”

You perked up, like Jason’s words watered you back to health. You could feel Claire’s unimpressed look at the both of you.

“Have you heard Chris say anything?” You asked hopefully.

Jason looked confused, “Chris? Oh, no no.”

You slammed your head against the old wood of the picnic bench, Claire rubbed your back in mock sympathy.

“I just wanted to check in and see if you’re still good to set up the targets for archery.” Jason smiled.

You knew he wanted you to assemble them because he couldn’t carry the targets himself. He asked the same from you every year. You’d think a grown man could carry three targets that weighed ten pounds each, but not Jason.

“Whatever,” You mumbled, shoving yourself up from the table stomping away with a dark storm cloud trailing after you. “I hate my life.”

You missed the way Chris, from halfway down the grassy lawn, watched you out of his peripheral view. He looked on as you slinked away to the storage closet, then turned to Bobby (who was watching him with a knowing look).

“Has [Name] been different this summer?” He asked, he knew you and Bobby were friends, a fact that never really settled on his chest well.

“Besides the fact that she’s hot now, I don’t see any difference.” Bobby responded, trying to gauge Chris’ reaction.

“No, not looks wise.” Chris’ brows furrowed in confusion, “She’s always been hot, what do you mean?”

“Chris,” Bobby started, putting a hand on his shoulder, “I’ve had to hear you talk my goddamn ear off about this girl for years now.”

“It’s good for men to express genuine interest in a person beyond physical appearance, Bobby.” Chris rebuttaled, reluctantly taking his eyes off of your retreating figure.

Bobby’s lips pulled into a thin, annoyed line. “You thought she was cute when she most definitely wasn’t, so I really don’t see why you won’t just go and get with her now that she, by textbook definition, is hot.”

“Beauty is subjective, Bobby.”

“You sound like a motivational quote.”

Chris sighed, pushing his red haired bangs out of his face, “Yeah, she’s beautiful. She always has been. But I don’t want her to think now all of a sudden I like her because others think she’s pretty. I wasted my chance, Bobby.”

“Oh my God, thanks for the monologue, Shakespeare.” Bobby huffed, “I seriously doubt she gives a shit about any of that. Will you just go talk to her before you start singing ballads next?”

Taking a deep breath, Chris started walking away from his best friend and towards the closet. If Bobby, who you clearly knew well, said you didn’t care, then you didn’t.

But then again, why should a man speak for a woman’s emotions? Chris reeled in his mind.

“Just go talk to her, pussy!” Bobby shouted from a couple feet away, he knew Chris well enough to know exactly what he was mulling over.

Chris nodded back at him and smiled, now running full speed towards where you walked off.

You slammed the storage doors open and spotted the dirty, worn targets in the corner of the room. Huffing, you started to pile all the materials into the middle of the open space.

“[Name],” You heard the voice of an angel call out to you, it felt like the heavens opened up right in the middle of camp Pineaway to cradle your little human body into his arms. “Hey.”

“Chris…” You stuttered out. At least you spoke this time. This was progress for you.

Chris gave you a dopey smile, “I saw you come in here.”

He walked closer to your figure, which was still stuck in a crouched position over a dusty case of bows. You were starting to grow lightheaded from holding your breath for so long.

“Jason wanted me to set up the targets for the archery comp this year,” You deserved a pat on the back for forming a coherent sentence around Chris.

“I thought if I started now, I’d finish on target.” You laughed obnoxiously at your pun, then stopped in shame after Chris’ brows furrowed in confusion. You were getting increasingly close to projectile vomiting everywhere.

“Let me help you,” He brushed off your corny ass joke and slid by you to grab the case of bows, as he grabbed them, his cold hands slid over yours. Inhale. Exhale.

“Thank– Thanks.” You murmured, eyes dancing around the room. The first aid kit that sat on the same shelf for four years. The old girls versus boys color war banner from five summers ago. Anything that wasn’t the boy next to you.

Chris randomly stopped fumbling with the targets and looked at you directly. He leaned in closer to look at your face. All that room in there, and he had to be all in your space. Not that you were complaining. You just wished you practiced your flirty stare with Shannon more, you were not prepared for this.

You expected him to say something about your long lashes, or your glowing skin you spent three and a half hours rubbing some sort of snail mucus concoction on.

“Have your eyes always been [eye color]?” He asked, his brown eyes drilling into yours.

“Uh– Yeah. I mean, I think so.” You answered incredulously. You blinked a couple times and hoped it looked like you were batting your lashes at him and not like a fly got in your eye.

“They’re pretty.” He smiled casually, grabbing the supplies out of your hands and walking out of the closet.

You felt like a weight lifted from your chest. You panted like you just ran a marathon, your brain and heart were convinced you did with how sweaty and nervous you got around Chris.

“You coming?” Chris called from outside, you could hear the familiarity in his voice.

What alternate universe had you stumbled upon where Christian Tian, the same boy you spent your summers watching from the windows of your cabin, acknowledged you. Even farther, went out of his way to seek you out?

Were you crazy, or was Chris making an effort to talk to you the same summer you finally tried to make a move on him?

With a quick thank you to every god you could think of and the glow up TikToks you spent all winter watching, you rushed out of the closet to Chris.

It was lunch time, and you were on cloud nine. You spent the past hour and a half chatting it up with Chris, applying all your Instagram flirting techniques you wrote down on your hand in Shannon’s car. You and Chris were practically dating at this point. It was a given.

“Noelle said you stood like an idiot while Chris rambled about the rates of female mortality during adolescence in developing nations. Which I’m lost on what that has anything to do with you.” Shannon said.

You were currently in the middle of a very intense debrief session with her and Claire, both of them with extremely unimpressed expressions on their faces.

“He’s majoring in gender studies in college next year. How attractive is that?” You gushed, playing with the lid of your soda can.

“And I bet his favorite movie is also The Notebook.” Claire scoffed a laugh, preoccupying herself with rearranging her charred burger Jason so graciously over cooked for her.

“How did you know?” You asked genuinely. Claire and Shannon sat in disbelief.

Shannon went to make another dig at Chris, but something behind your shoulder caught her attention. Her eyes widened and she stopped chewing mid bite of her equally as charred burger.

“Don’t freak out, [Name],” She started.

“I’m already freaking out.”

“But Chris is walking this way with Bobby as we speak. Like, as in right now he is coming towards this table with his lunch.” Shannon rushed her words, Claire looked over your shoulder with equally wide eyes.

“Oh my God.” You whispered, you immediately tried to smell yourself and fix any stray pieces of hair in the reflection of your soda can.

“Be cool, seriously.” Claire panicked out just as much as you and Shannon were.

As much as you knew these girls couldn’t be more disinterested in the Chriscapades, they still freaked out alongside you. You would’ve said something sappy about loving them, but you were too busy trying to beat the lochness monster allegations using your Dr. Pepper can.

“What’s hanging, guys?” Chris greeted easily, clearly missing the apocalypse that occurred a couple seconds before he and Bobby approached. “Room for two more?”

“Uh, we were just leaving.” Claire tried to smile, but it just looked like she smelt something bad.

“No, they weren’t.” You glared at the both of them, silently motioning at them to sit their asses back down.

Bobby slammed his plate onto the table and plopped down on your left side. He sighed heavily, not even bothering to acknowledge you, Claire or Shannon. Clearly he was in a mood.

Chris sat on your other side, which you tried your best not to melt into the seat over. He nudged your knee with his and you swore you heard the vinyl scratch sound effect in your head.

“Did you guys know that according to Carol J. Adams, eating meat reinforces male dominance in a patriarchy.” Chris recited proudly, and randomly.

Shannon paused again, mid bite of her burger, and gave Claire a look. You were too busy freaking out to notice how Chris himself kept darting his eyes towards your face, waiting for a reaction. Bobby sighed again in annoyance.

“Well, y’know, [Name] doesn’t eat meat.” Claire tried to goad you into interacting with Chris, or at least looking at him. Or at least not curling into yourself like he was a poisonous berry bush.

“What’re you talking about? Yes, she does.” Bobby looked up from his self pitying plate, “We watched her down three burgers like five minutes ago.”

Everyone at the table looked over at him with varying looks of irritation. You felt your face getting hot in embarrassment. Not only were you unable to function like a regular human being around Chris, but he definitely just watched you stuff two patties into your mouth at once. That was the opposite of what the “How to get your crush to like you” videos told you to do.

Shannon tried to kick Bobby’s leg from under the table, but instead the front of her converse went straight into your shin. You yelped, jumping out of your seat.

“Shit, sorry!” She apologized, a matching wince on her face.

You were ready for the gods to smite you down. Right here, right now.

“You okay?” Chris leaned even closer to you now, a hand on your shoulder.

Bobby muttered something along the lines of “whipped ass” from the other side of you.

“Mhm!” You couldn’t bring yourself to verbally speak, not because of Chris, but because your leg hurt so badly.

“Speaking of injuries, did you know that until the 1990s, women were almost exclusively excluded from clinical research?” Chris gave you a bright smile, which did not match the content of the fact at all.

“Exlusively excluded? That’s redundant.” Shannon mumbled.

“Are these facts even true?” Claire added.

“What the fuck is my life?” Bobby slammed his head against the table.

“I think that fact is really cool, Chris.” You managed to get out. His entire body sprouted up, it seemed like the sun was shining directly on him.

“What’s cool about women being excluded?” Bobby’s muffled voice asked.

“That’s not what I meant, asshat.” You whispered towards him, shoving him near the end of the bench. He barely moved an inch, you were scared he stopped breathing from how limp he was.

“So Chris,” Shannon interjected, sick of hearing Bobby’s voice, "Anything you’ve noticed about [Name] compared to last year?”

Your head snapped to Chris. This was your moment. There was no way he hadn’t noticed anything about you. You fluttered your lashes and gave him an award winning smile.

Chris just sat there, face pulled in deep thought. An awkward silence overtook the table. You honestly debated getting up and shooting yourself with an arrow.

His eyebrows lifted in realization, “You got stronger! Last year you could only lift one of the archery targets, now you can lift three.”

Shannon and Claire cringed. They both looked away, probably in second hand embarrassment.

Your shoulders slumped, you didn’t even bother to keep your rigid posture up. It was over. All the time dedicated to changing your hair routine, buying overpriced skincare, getting your mom to spray you with water every time you stammered over your words. It was all for nothing.

Chris would always see you as some random girl he goes to camp with. You weren’t meant to be a girlfriend. Maybe not even a crush. You were destined to be the weird girl who followed him around during activities and breathed way too heavily every time he came around.

You sighed, ignoring the sorrowful looks from your friends across the table and tried to drown your pity in your soda. You took big gulps, hoping the sadness bubbling in your lower stomach would be erased by the carbonation from the drink.

“She got hot this summer, you dumbass.” Bobby cut into the conversation again.

He lifted his head up again to glare at Chris. He was met with three other glares from everyone else at the table, except for you who was too busy feeling sorry for yourself.

This time, Claire went to whack his leg under the table, but she only ended up kicking your other leg in the same way Shannon did.

The kick startled you, making you jump up and hit your knees on the wooden table. As you were mid “ouch,” you swallowed your soda wrong and began choking on it.

“Jesus—“ Chris himself jumped up, coming to pat your back. Shannon and Claire got up to try and clean the mess that was the table. Bobby sat there with a dropped jaw.

Enough of this. You’ve humiliated yourself enough today. You shoved Chris’ arm off of you and got up from the table, rushing towards the infirmary. To clean yourself up, patch up your bruises, or cry yourself to death in one of the beds, you didn’t know yet.

“Chris, what are you still doing here?” Shannon asked, she rounded the table and pushed him towards the direction you went, “Go, go!”

“But, she probably doesn’t want anyone around right now—“

“What’re you talking about? You’re the only person she wants to be around, ever.” Bobby, surprisingly, cut in. He motioned for him to shoo.

Chris nodded with fierce determination in his face. Without another word, he jogged after you towards the nurse’s office.

When he entered the nurse’s office, he was met with you, sitting hunched over on one of the cots, coughs and sniffles escaping your lungs.

“Oh, don’t cry, [Name],” He quickly reached your figure on the bed, kneeling down with a gentle voice.

You looked up at him in confusion, “I’m not crying, I’m just trying to get the soda out of my lungs.” You said with a straight face.

“Oh.” Chris paused. You huffed and continued to poke at the twin bruises on your legs.

Chris awkwardly sat down next to you, trying not to move too much as to not startle you. Again.

“You don’t have to sit here and watch me, Chris. Even if that’s what Shannon told you to do.”

“No, no, that’s not what this is—“

You gave him a look that said you weren’t stupid. He backtracked.

“Well, that is what this is, but I’m here on my own will, I swear.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You simply rolled your eyes and tried to scoot away from him. This was the first time you didn’t want to be in an enclosed space with Chris. How fast things change.

“Seriously, [Name]. I just wanted to see if you were okay.” Chris spoke sincerely, you weren't sure he had any other option but to be sincere in this situation.

“If embarrassing myself for the past eight years means okay, then yeah. Peachy.” You didn’t even bother making eye contact with him, which left a pang in his chest.

He used to find your nervous tendencies endearing, but now that he knew it wasn’t nervousness that prevented you from being near him, it hurt.

“You haven’t embarrassed yourself,” Chris spoke as if he was genuinely questioning how you could ever think that.

“What’re you talking about, Chris? All I can do is gape like a fish in your presence, it’s pathetic.” You responded. “I’ve spent every summer since we were ten avoiding you because I couldn’t even form a proper sentence around you.”

You couldn’t find it in yourself to pretend to be witty, nonchalant and unbothered by Chris’ presence. You were everything but, and your crush on him was also anything but.

You finally turned to look at Chris, only to be met with his jaw dropped. His eyes were wide like he just uncovered a government secret.

“That’s why you’d never talk to me?” He nearly yelled, “I thought you just didn’t like me.” He brought his hands to run through his red hair frantically. You could tell his three brain cells were trying their best to piece this all together.

“Stop being funny, Chris.” You frowned, “I’m trying to be vulnerable and save the last bit of dignity I never really had, and you’re joking.”

“I’m being serious, [Name]!” Chris grabbed your shoulders, getting close to your face. You resisted the urge to kiss him. “I’ve tried to talk to you for years, but every time I got near you, you’d just run away in disgust."

It was your turn to scream now, “Wha— This whole time, you thought I hated you?”

Chris nodded with fervor, “This summer I thought it would be different when you actually started to look at me.”

“Chris, you big idiot.” You couldn’t help but laugh, although nothing about this situation was funny to you, “I spent like six months trying to get super hot so you’d like me.”

“Huh?” Chris tilted his head, he looked just like a little puppy. How annoying he was. “But you look the same.”

You could’ve, and should’ve, slapped him straight in the face. You tried to wiggle your way out of his arms, but he only tightened his grip on you. Not forceful, but desperate for you to understand.

“Like, you’ve always been pretty. Really pretty.” Chris started, looking dead into your eyes, not at your overplucked eyebrows, not at your shiny lips coated in overpriced lip gloss, not at your styled hair.

He stared into the same eyes you’ve always had, the only thing you hadn’t changed since he last saw you.

“I always spout random ass feminism facts so I can impress you because I saw you read the Feminine Mystique three summers ago. I dyed my hair red because you said sun bleached hair was sexy.” Chris rambled on.

“When did I say that—“ You furrowed your brows.

“I’ve always liked you, [Name]. Please, I want you to know that.” Chris’ eyebrows did the thing where they met in the middle, making him look ready to cry. His pink lips jutted out, he looked way too kissable.

“You’re the coolest girl at this camp, even before you got hot.” Chris neared your face, the same way he did before in the storage shed, this time he was looking down at your lips, “Can I kiss you?”

“Is this real life or what because if you told ten year old me I’d be kissing you, I think I’d fall over and—“

Chris interrupted your ranting by smashing his lips onto yours. Against all your better judgement, you kissed him back. Though you were sure you were a terrible kisser, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Chris pulled back slightly, it looked like it pained him to do so. He surveyed your breathless expression, “Sorry, I wanted to be as respectful as possible.”

“You’ve been respectful long enough.” You decided you’d been respectful long enough too. You’ve spent too many summers in the shadows of big willow trees, hating yourself, your face, your body and voice.

You’ve spent too long depriving yourself of something you could’ve always had.

You nearly leaped back into Chris’ arms and peppered his face with kisses, intentionally missing his mouth and ignoring his whines.

“You’re missing my lips—“ You cut Chris off with an open mouth kiss directly on his lips. You laughed at his stunned expression, it felt nice seeing him look nervous after years of flailing around him like a dying bird.

“It’s to shut you up.” You kissed him again, and again.

“I liked you,” kiss “better when you were,” kiss “a loser.” kiss

“I thought you said I was the coolest girl at camp?” You raised an eyebrow playfully. Chris just gave you a dopey smile.

“You’re a cool loser.” kiss.

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¬ warnings: suggestive content (but nothing smut or explicit), cussing, fluff

¬ guys i think this will be the last part but maybe i'll some other instagram, who knows... anyway, thank you for loving this I LOVE YOU❤️

pt 7 masterlist

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when you hear a knock at your door a few hours later, you sprint to open it. finn is there. hair messy, a dark hat on his head, a crooked smile on his lips.

"finn" you breath out, before he grab your face and connect your lips. the kiss start slow, observant, delicate, but when he steps closer and close the door with a gentle kick, it changes.

his touch is desperate and famished, and he bits your bottom lips like he just wants to eat you alive. "finn..." you whisper between a kis and another, your hand everywhere on him, fingers tangled between his curls, scratching his back, begging to be close, to never stop, to slow down and the go faster and just kiss you and kiss you and kiss.

"i just" he says, kissing your cheek. "missed" a kiss on your neck that makes your legs weak. "you" he brushes your lips with his and then you're pushed on your bed. he hovers over you, and you can't help but realize that every man you ever met don't stand a chance in front of him.

he is everything you need. he is everything you long for. he is the one, for you.

"wanna hear you scream, baby" he murmurs at your ear, and when he bites the sensible skin on your neck, a smirk appears on your face.

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"wow, okay" is the first thing you say when you speak into the microphone. the lights blind you, and you can't even see your friends that are screaming and clapping and cheering loudly for you.

your fingers tighten around the trophy - did you just win? you just won a grammy? oh my god is this real? - and you have to take a deep breath before you can speak clearly.

"i wrote real man in an hotel room at 3am. i didn't even think i would publish it. conan convinced me to do it. so, i guess this would be yours," you add, smiling at the fifure you think it's conan.you don't see him but you hear him shout. "you keep that grammy in your hand!"

"okay, well. i don't have a lot of time but i do have a lot of people to thank. my family, my team, thank you for your support and your patience. my best friends, whom i love. i couldn't have done this without you. my friends, new and old one, you make my life better. and, before they kick me out, thank you to the person who brought light to my life, joy, laugh and warmth. you know who you are. i love you."

for a second, you don't hear voices and shouts anymore. those words roar in your years. you hadn't planned on saying them on live tv, they just slipped... you feel bad. they were supposed to be only for him. but the thought slowly wash over you. you love him. you love finn, there's nothing to hide.

you just hope he loves you back.

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when you arrive in your hotel room after the after-party, you sense something is off. you gave your keys only to liv and conan, and obviously your team. but you just saw them. why are the lights on?

you take a deeo breath, before walking slowly to the bedroom. you're ready to be killed, or die or you don't know, definitely not... "finn?"

he's here. again.

he is ready to fly to the other part of the world just to be with you. he takes you in, grinning widely but with eyes full of love. the sight of you leaves him breathless.

he doesn't see you as the rockstar, or the famous singer, or the grammy winner. he sees you as you, simply and unapologetically yourself. your smile, your lugh, the way your hands tremble and you tilt your head. your hair and how they fall on your shoulder, your body that fits perfectly between his arms, under his hands.

"i love you" he just says it.

when he hears it, it took him a moment to realize it. he took the first plane to get to your hotel, hoping you wouldn't be there so he could properly surprise you.

"i love you" he repeats, stepping closer and closer until your faces are just a few inches from touching. "you're the most beautiful person i've ever met. you calm me, you understand me. i love you"

he kisses you. he lifts you and you wrap your arms around his waist. "i love you" you whisper and he says it back over and over again, kissing you everywhere.

you're the one for him.

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