Speech Prompt #20- “I know that I’m needy and pathetic and everything but I love you a whole lot and want you to just get your hot ass over here,”
Kissing Prompt #10- Giggly kiss
Situation Prompt #1- Waking up to breakfast in bed
Summary: The morning after, Finn decides to do something extra special for his extra special girl.
Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x fem!Reader
Warnings: Sex is heavily mentioned and lowkey described, but it’s nothing bad.
Word Count: 1.5k+
A/N: Another prompt request for the ever lovely @roxybefab! I hope you enjoy this one as much as you enjoyed the last one I did for you, Roxy, I tried a couple different things with this one. This took me a bit longer to get out because I was stumped for a bit, but it’s out now and it’s longer than I would’ve anticipated! Hopefully you and some more people enjoy this little blurb and as always have a wonderful, lovely day!
You woke up to an empty bed, blinking a bit to get used to the light filtering into the room through the curtains. You blindly reached out a hand to feel around for Finn’s warm body to curl into, but only found empty sheets. Opening your eyes fully, Finn wasn’t even in the room, so maybe, you thought, he had something to do today. You took a minute to compose yourself, rubbing your eyes and sitting against the headboard, keeping the sheets pulled up to cover your bare chest. You heard distant footsteps coming from where you thought was the kitchen, so you got up, put on Finn’s discarded shirt and your underwear, and stepped closer to the closed door, listening for a bit and reaching for the handle.
“Finn?” you called out, opening the door so it was slightly ajar.
“I’ll be right there, love! Just stay in bed!” he shouted back, almost sounding frantic or panicked, and afterwards you heard a slightly muffled, ‘shit’.
“Are you okay out there?”
“I-I’m fine! Just go back to bed, don’t come out!” Again with that panicked tone.
So - against your better judgement - you went back to the still warm bed and crawled under the sheets, trying not to be worried for the well-being of your fiancée, or maybe you. Leave it to that idiot to propose the day before fucking Valentine’s Day. You were still relatively tired from waking up not one minute ago, so as you waited for Finn, with nothing really to do, you fell into a half-sleep, and it was only until you heard the creek of the bedroom door that you opened your eyes and forced yourself to wake up again. Finn poked his head in, giving you the most adoring smile you thought you’d ever seen, even though you thought you must’ve looked hideous after just waking up.
He walked in completely, holding a motherfucking breakfast tray containing two plates with nice little set-ups of eggs, toast, bacon, and he even added some cut up strawberries to add onto the plate. The smile never left his face as yours grew at the smell and sight of fancy breakfast - albeit possibly slightly burnt - food.
“There’s my girl,” he said softly, while you just tried to suppress your smile getting any wider by biting your lip and shaking your head to yourself.
“God, I love you,” you said, a little incredulously, and Finn’s smile got a bit wider.
“I love you too, darling,” he said, circling to your side of the bed and setting down the tray of food on your lap, then rounding the bed again to his side, where he got under the covers with you and took his plate from the tray, setting it on his lap and scooting as close as he could get to you, winding an arm around your waist. You turned to him, your noses inches away. Even though you’d been together for over three years, he still managed to take your breath away, and maybe that was why when you spoke it came out in barely above a whisper.
“You really didn’t have to do this, you know,” you told him, and Finn nodded, squeezing your hip gently and leaning in to press a long and slightly forceful kiss to your lips.
“I know, I wanted to,” he replied, pecking you once more before returning to his food, but your gaze lingered on him. You couldn’t believe just how lucky you’d gotten.
“But breakfast in bed?” This got Finn to turn back to you, rolling his eyes playfully, “I mean, are you that desperate for my love and affection?” you were giggling now at your own joke, even though it wasn’t that funny, just feeling giddy, leaning towards Finn with a wide grin on your face. He grinned back, letting out a small laugh before - again - pressing his lips to yours, his hand rubbing along your side while you smiled against his lips, running a hand through his hair as best you could before you dissolved into giggles again. You and him both couldn’t stop laughing in between presses of the lips, barely being able to keep a full kiss going. You were the one initially giggling because of how giddy you felt, not even really knowing why you were laughing or what was so funny, and Finn loved seeing you like this. He thought it was adorable and your laughter was bright and contagious.
When Finn finally pulled away, you still giggling and his laughter dying down a bit, he took a minute to look at you, really look at you, while your giggles were getting less and less as you got a hold on yourself. When you were able to stop laughing completely, you took a glance at Finn, to find him looking at you with an intensity that made your heart stop.
“What?” you asked, a smile blossoming once more on your lips. Finn smiled back, though his smile was softer than yours, more adoration in it than amusement.
“I,” he paused, “I just can’t believe I get to marry you”
That’s it. You were done for. This was how your life would end, with Finn charming you and making your heart stop with his way with words that, yeah, was a bit cliché and had really come from his various acting roles, but you loved him for it. You took a few labored breaths, barely processing that Finn had pecked your lips and told you he’d ‘be right back’ until he was halfway out the bedroom door.
“Where’re you goin’?” you asked, your brows coming slightly together.
“Just to the bathroom, sweetheart,” he answered, and you couldn’t hide the disappointment on your face, or the quiet groan that left your lips. After all he’d done for you this morning and the night before, all you wanted to do was finish eating and cuddle with him until at least 10:00 before getting on with your off day.
Finn chuckled quietly, “I won’t be long, promise,” he assured you, and you waved him off with a huff, eliciting another laugh from him before he disappeared out the door and across the hall to the bathroom. You lightly picked at your food, wanting to continue enjoying it with him, and it really didn’t take him long, you were just being dramatic and whiny because you were feeling particularly clingy today. When Finn came back into the room you let out a faux sigh of relief, lifting the back of your hand to your forehead and tilting your head back for the dramatic effect, but Finn only raised an eyebrow at you, standing in the doorway with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and an amused smirk on his lips.
You dropped your hand from your forehead and sat back up properly, sticking out your bottom lip in a pout and a silent request for Finn to come to bed. But he remained where he was, leaning against the doorframe.
You let out a quiet sigh, “I know that I’m needy and pathetic and everything but I love you a whole lot and want you to just get your hot ass over here”
Finn barked out a laugh at that and immediately climbed back into bed, wasting no time in turning your head towards him and peppering kisses all over your face, making you giggle a little more before he pulled back and raised an eyebrow in question.
“My ‘hot ass’, huh?” he smirked, and you nodded vigorously, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.
“Yep”
God, you were so cute Finn wanted to die.
“You know, a lot of that sounded vaguely familiar from last night,” Finn continued to tease, “Do you remember by any chance?” your cheeks became tinted red at the mention of the previous night, all the sweet kisses and utter adoration being given by the both of you was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, and you were certain part of it was because Finn had just proposed not five minutes before.
You opted to say nothing, only setting the breakfast tray aside with your now finished plates, having finished the little bit of food left rather quickly, your smile slowly widening, and scooting closer to Finn, burying your face in his chest and letting him engulf you in a hug. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and gently rocked the two of you back and forth, not that it was too easy, given the position you were in. If you had been paying just a little less attention then you were, you would’ve missed it, but you felt Finn’s lips move against your head, whispering the words, ‘I adore you’, seemingly more to himself than to you, but it made your heart swell in your chest either way. You pressed further into him and kissed his sternum, letting your fingertips glide up and down his spine.
You took a minute to glance up at him, “I adore you,” you echoed, making Finn smile and immediately pull you back into him, holding you tight. And at that one moment, you didn’t think you could get any happier, and you felt giddy just thinking about spending the rest of your life with Finn.
Hi! If you are a writer who us taking finn wolfhard x reader requests please message me because i have so many idea that i want to see your talent interpret :)
Speech Prompt #1- “Are we interrupting something?”
Speech Prompt #4- “Cuddle me?”
Summary: Reader knows just where to go after a long and agonizing day at work.
Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x fem!Reader (could be read as gender neutral)
Warnings: Really nothing, just a sex joke.
Word Count: 1.8k+
A/N: For my darling, @urie-bowie-mercury, thanks so much lovie for requesting this! It was so much fun to write and I’m actually quite proud of this one. I thought that the ending was a bit off and I apologize for that, but I really hope you enjoy what I’ve put together for you!
Valentine’s Day Prompt List
You opened the door to your boyfriend Finn’s flat, wanting nothing more than to curl up with him and sleep for one thousand years. He’d given you a spare key a few months back, and you were exhausted from a particularly long day at work, where your boss had done absolutely nothing but nag you about menial, pointless things and it irritated the hell out of you, so by the time you’d called Finn to ask to come over, you were completely spent, and Finn immediately agreed. You closed the door behind you as gently as you could considering it was late, and his roommate might well be asleep by this point in time. You padded past his room down to Finn’s and knocked on the door, surprised to hear no response, and you waited a few more seconds in hopes that Finn would answer before letting your head drop to the door, groaning a bit louder than you should’ve. Of course he was already asleep. The one day you really needed him he decided to go to bed early.
“Y/n? You there sweetheart?” you heard Finn call from the bathroom, and you almost sighed with relief when you heard his comforting voice, even if it was muffled and it wasn’t paired with his arms wrapping around you and hugging you close. You immediately made your way to the bathroom and pushed open the door, where Finn stood waiting by the tub. You bit your lip to suppress a tired smile as you realized the tub was filled with a considerable amount of water and some of his soft fluffy towels were folded over the toilet seat, ones that you would always steal for your flat when you first used them after spending the night. You practically fell into his arms to hug him, and you felt more than heard him laugh against your forehead, pressing a kiss there before pulling you back from him and dipping his head to look into your beyond tired eyes.
“You look wrecked, love. C’mon, let’s get you all cleaned up,” Finn let his hand rest on the small of your back and kicked the door closed before he walked you over to sit on the edge of the tub, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. You lifted your head to give him a tired look.
“Are you staying in here with me?” you asked, and Finn gave you a gentle smile, rubbing your knee.
“If you want me to,” he replied, to which you nodded, making him laugh a bit and move to help you undress and get you into the warm bath. He practically had the thing overflowing with bubbles - not that you minded in the least - and he even had the shampoos and conditioners lined up on one of the edges of the bathtub. You immediately began to feel yourself relax as soon as the water engulfed your sore muscles, and you allowed yourself to lean back against the rim of the tub, getting bubbles in your hair and at the base of your neck. Finn let his hand drift from the edge of the tub to your hair, slowly running his fingers through it and dipping your head back a bit to get it wet.
He grabbed the shampoo and started working it into your hair, practically giving you a scalp massage in the process, eliciting a long groan from you. Nothing sexual, you were just exhausted and it felt so good to have someone pampering you like Finn was at the current moment. He continued to pamper you, in fact, running a warm washcloth coated in soap over your shoulders and back, gently wiping down your face and getting the makeup off from the day, and washing your hair completely for you. By the time he was done actually washing you, he leaned down a bit to murmur in your ear.
“You just soak for a bit, sweetheart, I’m going to be in the living room,” he said, and you leaned into him a bit appreciatively, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm that had been resting on your cheek. He left, closing the door so it was only slightly ajar behind him, and you allowed yourself to sink more into the water, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths, willing yourself to relax. You didn’t know what you’d do without that man.
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“Y/n,” you stirred and groaned a bit, “y/n, darling you gotta wake up,” a voice gently coaxed you from sleep, and the first thing you realized was how cold the water had gotten - which, wasn’t actually that cold, it was more like lukewarm - and that Finn was kneeling beside you, shaking your shoulder lightly to wake you up from your short slumber. You lifted your hand out of the water to rub at your eyes, taking notice of your pruney fingers. You let out a quiet groan and gave Finn a small nod, while he stood and held up a towel for you, which you immediately accepted after being in the slightly chilly water. He even went as far as to take another one and wrap it snugly around your shoulders, keeping them shielded from the air as soon as you stepped out of the humid bathroom and it hit your face. Finn lightly pushed you in the direction of his room, rubbing your shoulder a bit.
“You can wear my clothes, I put some of them out on the bed and I put your underwear there too,” Finn told you, chuckling a little and you nodded, giving him a grateful smile before making your way to his room, where indeed you were met with a really comfortable pair of pajama pants that he’d had forever, and your favorite - and coincidentally, his favorite - shirt of his, that was far too big for you, but you loved it because it always smelled like him. No matter how many times you’d worn it, the smell of him always lingered on it. You eagerly grabbed the clothes set out for you and pulled them on, stealing his brush to tame your wet hair and leaving his room to go into the living area, where Finn was sitting patiently on the couch, seemingly waiting for you.
When he caught sight of you, he smiled at you and lifted the blanket that was draped over his lap, a really thick one that was always over the back of the couch, an invitation to join him on the couch, and one that you accepted without hesitation. You snuggled up to his side and smiled when you felt his arm wrap around you and squeeze you briefly in a side-hug. You turned your head a bit to press a kiss to his shoulder, and felt his hand rub your arm, sending a wave of warmth throughout your arm and, eventually, the rest of you. You felt his gaze on you, so you turned to him, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes.
“Cuddle me?” you asked with a bit of a pout set on your lips, which made him laugh and squeeze your shoulders.
“I thought that’s what I was doing,” he retorted, but you shook your head, shifting on the couch.
“Darling, what’re you doing?” he asked, laughing a little, but you gave him no answer, only moving to position yourself so you were sitting sideways in his lap, your legs stretched over to the other side of the couch and your back against the armrest. You took his arm closest to you that was resting in your lap, and moved it behind you, so that he was supporting your back, and leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Now this is cuddling,” you informed Finn, rather matter-of-factly, and he burst out laughing, running his hand up and down your back in the midst of it. You smiled into his neck, pressing a kiss there, then lifting your head to look at him, finding his eyes already on you. Your lips turned up, and you glanced down at his lips before your gaze returned to his eyes.
“Thanks, Finn,” you murmured, but he gave you a look.
“For what?” he asked, the hand that wasn’t supporting your back moving to grasp yours, his thumb running over your knuckles.
“For doing all this for me. I really appreciate it,” Finn smiled softly at you, dipping his head to give you a few pecks, and you found yourself tangling your fingers in his messy curls. As soon as he pulled away from the last peck, he pulled you back in for a longer kiss, both of his hands now resting on your back. You wanted to cry from how gentle he was being, it was just so perfect. There was nothing you wanted more than to stay right there, in his arms forever, but that moment was abruptly interrupted when you heard a voice.
“Are we, interrupting something?” Finn’s roommate asked, and when you turned to face him with a blush coating the bridge of your nose, he had a smug smile spread across his lips, and you noticed not only that there were two or three other guys behind him, but also that they were all - including Finn’s roommate - considerably drunk. He must’ve been out with them and not sleeping like you’d previously thought. Before you could respond, though, Finn was already talking.
“Not at all, Caleb,” he said, or rather grumbled, and Caleb only smirked more, moving into the apartment with his friends and closing the door behind them.
“Well, okay Finn,” he smiled, beginning to sloppily walk towards his room, his friends following in suit, one carrying a pack of cheap beer they must’ve picked up on the way home from the 24-hour store down the street.
“Just be safe!” he taunted, and the rest of his gang hooted and yowled behind him. You lightly laughed to yourself and turned to Finn, whose face was bright red, probably from the implication. His expression made you laugh again, this time gaining his attention. He tightened his grip around your waist and buried his face in the side of your neck, hiding his embarrassment as you continued to giggle at him.
You pulled his face away from you to look at him, still giggling, which, in turn, made Finn smile - though his face was still slightly red - at you. Seeing you being so happy and adorable made him want to swoon.
“I love you,” Finn mumbled, out-of-the-blue. You stopped giggling and an adoring smile overtook your face. You brought up a hand to stroke his cheek gently, leaning in to press a kiss next to his nose.
“I love you too,” you replied, letting Finn pull you into him again and pepper your face with kisses. God, you made the right fucking decision coming here.
Summary: Reader goes to a comic con to meet a few of the Stranger Things kids, and gets super nervous around Finn Wolfhard, the one who’s opinion she cares about the most. (Guys I told you I was shit at these)
Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x fem!Reader (but could be read as gender neutral)
Warnings: I used the word ‘lust’? Does that count?
Word Count: 2.7k+
A/N: This was requested by the lovely @urie-bowie-mercury! Love, I really hope you enjoy this and it’s close enough to your request. I apologize for the wait on this one, I kinda feel like I rushed through it, but I really didn’t let me know what you think about it. I may have fucked up, maybe not, just yell at me in the comments if I did. 😂
The building was already overflowing with people by the time you got there, your small Stranger Things poster rolled up and clutched in your hands. You’d just walked in the door and you were already overwhelmed. Fantastic. It was currently around 9:30, and the Stranger Things cast didn’t sign things and meet people until around 10:00, so you had about a half hour to locate the particular location where Finn and the rest of the cast would be - or rather, those of them that would be here, which consisted of Millie and Noah - for the comic con. God, you were so nervous to meet Finn. Fuck the anxiety that was coming from being surrounded by all these people, the bitter feeling in your stomach that was slowly eating away at your ability to stay calm came from the fact that you were set to meet the Finn fucking Wolfhard, and it was way worse than anything else you were feeling right now.
You scanned the signs above your head for the one labeled ‘Stranger Things’ in red print, and made your way over to it, wading through the crowds of loud, cosplaying people, who, by the time you’d gotten through them, had crumpled your poster considerably. You walked through the doorway to enter the line, which, already had about forty people lined up, some of whom probably waited out in the parking lot overnight for it. You regretted not getting here when the place opened. Thankfully, you only had a bit to wait before the meet-and-greets started, and you weren’t that far back in the line. You made your way to the back quickly and leaned against the wall, sighing to yourself.
You cursed yourself for not bringing your headphones, even a half hour was a long time when you were just staring at the same three posters on the opposing wall. You were also feeling utterly exhausted, as you had to travel ‘far and wide’ to get here. In the middle of a half-doze, nearly dropping your poster and purse, the line started moving, and you jolted back into consciousness, thanking the ever-loving Lord that you were finally getting a move-on. Though as time passed and the line inched forward, you started to feel the nerves settle in your stomach, coming to the realization that this wasn’t just some silly dream or fantasy, you were meeting the Finn Wolfhard. This first impression is what he would think of you for the rest of his life, and if you blew it, you blew it. You knew this was probably irrational, and that there was no way in a million years he’d remember you out of everyone he was gonna meet today. You’d have to do something pretty fuckin’ special to stick in his mind when he’s meeting over 10,000 people today, and not really talking to any of them. You didn’t realize that you’d subconsciously crumpled up your Stranger Things poster while you were practically worrying yourself half to death.
You tried your best to smooth it out against the brick wall, panicking a bit as the line moved a bit more than it did before. You really hoped your hands didn’t feel so gross when you shook Finn’s hand. God, you were going to give yourself a headache. You watched as the line inched forward again, leaving less and less people in the gap between you and the entrance to Finn’s table. That’s another thing, you couldn’t even see them yet, so it was like walking into a room of judges and getting surveyed as you approached them. Before you knew it, there were only three people left in front of you, and you’d worked yourself up so much that you weren’t even enjoying this anymore. Surely you were doing something wrong with this whole comic con thing. You’d never been to one before, but you thought it was supposed to be fun, not nerve-wracking and stressful. Yet here you were.
The girl behind you tapped your shoulder, and you then realized that the line had inched forward again, and you were the only one at the entrance. The girl was quite ticked off with you, so you quickly apologized and moved up to the doorway, where you could just barely see a girl and a guy fawning over the three cast members at the table, while they were busy signing things, Finn looking tired as hell. God dammit. Now you felt insanely bad for bothering them even more than anyone should. Once the pair ahead of you got things signed and left, one of the guards there gestured for you to come into the room, and you did so hesitantly. You gave Millie an awkward smile, which she returned with a much more natural-looking, friendly grin, waving you over.
“Hi, what’s your name?” she asked when you got a bit closer to the table. You sent them all a short wave.
“Uh-hi, I’m, um, sorry, my name’s y/n” you stammered, mentally cursing yourself for getting so flustered, feeling so pathetic for not being able to handle yourself. You shook each of their hands, which they were all nice enough to stand up for you, making the height difference a bit less awkward. They all gave you a smile when you greeted each one, save for Finn, who remained having this blank stare on his face, like he didn’t know what to make of you. You cleared your throat and set down you poster, smoothing it out as much as you could against the fold-up table.
“Sorry this is so crumpled, getting through people in this place is, difficult,” you explained, your hands trembling slightly as you smoothed out the poster as much as possible, “Um, would you guys maybe, mind signing this for me?” you asked, as if you didn’t know that was literally what they’d been doing all day. Millie nodded with a reassuring smile, and it was Noah that spoke up this time.
“‘Course, that’s what we’re here for” he told you as Millie reached forward for the poster, taking a hot pink marker and signing - somehow, exactly what you’d expected from her. Once Mille had passed it to Noah for him to sign, she looked back up at you, and from the very end of the table, you felt the burning gaze of Finn in your temple.
“And no need to apologize, y/n! We don’t really mind, except maybe Finn, he’s half asleep,” she joked, but you turned to face him and apologized again anyways. You felt like you were only bugging them more and it made a feeling of guilt sink in the pit of your stomach. But Finn only gave you a half-smile and waved a hand in the air.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said quietly, reaching up a hand to run it over his face. You turned to collect your things, since Millie, Noah, and Finn had signed your poster.
“Sorry to bother you, I-I’ll uh, I’ll go now,” you stuttered out, trying to roll up the poster the best you could in your rushed state with your shaking hands. Millie put up a hand.
“No, you’re fine. Take your time,” she reassured you, and you felt even more embarrassed at that, the fact that the cast members could tell you were nervous. You quickly gathered yourself and waved to them once more, practically running out of the room to catch your breath from the near-panic attack. You couldn’t believe you just did that. You couldn’t think of anything that could make this day worse. Finn probably thought you were a crazy, flustered at the slightest thing fan, and would never want to interact with you again. You thought about the previous night when you’d stayed up late taking various Buzzfeed quizzes, or really any that you could find about Finn. You knew it was ridiculous, but at the time you were so caught up in the excitement of meeting your long-time crush, that you let yourself believe that all the positive results for those quizzes were onto something. But now that your head was cleared and the adrenaline has died down, you came to the realization that you just fucked up a once in a lifetime opportunity and it wouldn’t even matter if you hadn’t, because they saw a million faces that day, and you were just one of the many that were probably incredibly nervous. You were just pissed that you fucked up the experience for yourself.
You exited the comic con the back way, leaning against the rough brick wall and taking a breath, smacking your forehead lightly and letting out the breath you had taken in. You unrolled the poster you still clutched in your hands and admired the signature of the one boy you wanted so desperately to impress.
“Dumbass,” you scolded yourself, tucking the poster under your arm indignantly and going to pick your purse up from where you’d haphazardly dropped it on the sidewalk.
“That’s not very nice,” a voice sounded from behind you, one that you’d recognize almost anywhere. The universe was surely fucking with you, right? You practically whipped around, startled by the sudden interruption of your thoughts. And there, lo and behold, was the man you’d been lusting after for a little over two years now.
“What?” you asked, not exactly understanding what he’d said. He gave you a small smile, surprisingly not as smug as he’d led you to believe earlier.
“That’s not a nice thing to call yourself,” Finn clarified. You shrugged a shoulder, not entirely sure why he was out here, talking to you.
“Why are you out here?” you asked, your brows drawing together, changing the subject, which - now that you think about it - isn’t really a subject matter at all.
“I wanted to see if you were okay, you looked like a nervous wreck in there,” Finn explained.
You huffed out a laugh, “Gee, thanks”
Finn closed his eyes for a minute, seeming to think over his next words, “No, I-um, I didn’t mean it like that. I just, are you okay?” he returned to his initial question. You hesitated a bit, before nodding shortly.
“Uh, yeah, I’m fine. Thanks” Finn gave you a nod, running a hand over the back of his neck and looking infinitely more nervous than in the meet-and-greet room. You gestured back to the building next to you.
“Um, shouldn’t you still be in there, meeting people and shit?” you asked, offering a half-smile, which he returned awkwardly.
“Well, I should, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. Um, they’ll survive without me,” he said, and you nodded a bit.
You let the silence between you linger for a moment, giving him the chance to speak up again if he needed to, but he remained quiet, “Is there something else you needed?” you broke the silence, a bit perplexed as to why he hadn’t left yet.
Finn thought for a moment, “Uh, yeah, there is, actually,” he started, his hands moving from his pockets to fiddle with the buttons on his jacket, then back to his pockets. He was fidgety, most likely so because of his anxiety, you supposed. You nodded, silently telling him to go on.
“Well, I-uh, I never do this, but um, well,” he paused, blowing out a short breath, “Fuck-I, I was wondering if maybe, you’d want to, um, go out sometime?” he stammered, making your eyebrows go to your hairline.
“W-What?” you asked, completely taken aback by Finn’s question.
“Do you want to go out with me?” he restated, casting his eyes down afterwards, almost as if he were ashamed. Please. Like he was the one who had to be nervous.
“Please pinch me,” you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper, lightly lifting your arm. Finn gave a little chuckle that made your heart practically jump out of your chest, taking a tentative step towards you and pushing your arm back down to your side. He let his fingertips linger there for just a moment before taking his hand away from you, hoping you hadn’t noticed the hesitation to pull away from you. You did. Finn himself didn’t get it. He had met you not five minutes ago, yet he was completely taken by you. The way you acted as if you owed him, Millie, and Noah something was adorable, and besides, you were stunning. He figured he might as well give it a shot and go after you, after all, the worst that could happen would be that you were completely insane or something, but that was a risk Finn was more than willing to take. It all sounded improbable, but you struck him as someone he wanted to get to know better.
“Are you, uh, are you serious?” you asked, your striking e/c eyes searching his for any inkling of a humor, any sign that in a few seconds he’d break out into a smile and shout, ‘Ha! I got you!’, but you found nothing.
Finn nodded, then backtracked a bit, “But you don’t have to say yes, please, don’t feel obligated to,” he added, as if he felt he had to. Your lips turned up at that. He was much nicer in person than you’d thought he’d be.
“You’re a sweetheart,” you commented with a small smile, and Finn thought he felt his pulse quicken, he was almost tempted to press his fingers to his wrist to check. You squeezed you eyes shut, shaking your head to yourself for a minute.
“I’m sorry, was that weird?” you asked, worried you might’ve overstepped your boundaries.
Finn breathed out a laugh, “No, no not at all”
You let your smile return, “Well then, I’d love to go out with you, Finn,” you stuck out your hand for him to shake. You really weren’t sure why, in the moment it just seemed appropriate. Finn let out a quiet laugh and accepted the handshake.
“O-Okay, yeah, okay” Finn paused for a moment, watching your expression grow fonder, and he felt himself slowly falling, “When do you want to go out?” he asked.
You lifted your free hand to rub over the back of your neck, absently aware that Finn was still holding your hand loosely, “Um, I actually live a bit farther away, ‘cause where I’m from isn’t a huge place to hold these sort of events,” you explained, giving him an apologetic look. Finn let his gaze drift up for a moment, thinking it over.
“Tell you what, y/n,” the corner of your lips turned up at the fact that he remembered your name, “you give me your cellphone number, and I’ll take you out for a proper date as soon as I can manage,” In that moment it didn’t matter how impractical, or even impossible it all sounded, you had a fleeting moment of excitement, and the thrill of possibly going out with a celebrity that you’d harbored a crush on since you’d seen Stranger Things overtook you, so you nodded, fishing a pen and paper out of your purse and jotting down your number, handing Finn the paper once you’d gotten it down.
He grinned at you, about to speak again before the back door was slammed open, revealing one of the PAs with his lips set in a frown.
“Finn, we need you to get back in there, some of the guests are complaining about your disappearance,” he warned, and Finn nodded shortly, before turning back to you and shrugging a shoulder.
“Well, I gotta get back in there,” he said, astonishing you even more by leaning forward to peck your cheek, murmuring in your ear, “I’ll call you”
You swore your knees went weak. Finn gave you one last smile before making his way over to the PA, who was waiting impatiently to escort him back to the table. Once the door closed behind them, you took a moment, not being able to get over the shock for a minute or two. You let out a breathy laugh, turning to lean back against the brick wall. This had turned out to be such a mixed day, but maybe one of the best of you life. You had a feeling you weren’t going to regret giving Finn your number. And hey, you thought to yourself, those Buzzfeed quizzes might’ve just turned out to be onto something after all.
Summary: Finn and the reader meet when playing Call Of Duty and talking over their headsets, but reader can’t figure out why Finn’s voice is so familiar.
Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x fem!Reader (but could be read as gender neutral)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2.4k+
A/N: Thanks so much to @strawbebbies-n-cream for requesting this, I’m not into video games, like, at all, so I really appreciate you helping me with the logistics of the game and being super patient with all my questions. I really hope it turned out the way you were expecting! Also, if anyone’s wondering, yes, there is a very blatant Queen joke in here.
y/g/t = your gamer tag (if you’re like me and don’t play video games, you can make one up)
Relaxing back into the soft cushions of the love seat, you clicked on your game console and settled the headset over your ears, muffling all the other sounds around you. Not that there really were any, your mother worked from home in the office across the hall and your father was always away, so rest assured you weren’t going to be bothered. You used the remote to click the box titled ‘Call Of Duty’, and waited for the game to load and for your headset to be filled with the annoying voices of the players you were teamed with. You loved the thrill of the game, you’d always been fascinated with war and different military tactics, but to live out the battles that real soliders had gone through, and kill the bastards that had started the whole thing, was its own experience.
“Hey y’all!” called out an obnoxious female voice that was already getting on your nerves. You really didn’t like playing with people that much - especially ones that you didn’t know in real life as well - and you’d much prefer your cursing didn’t get broadcasted to everyone else in your group. A list of the gamer’s tags appeared on the left side of the screen, six of them to be perfectly exact, because that was the number of players in a team you’d selected - the less people the better.
y/g/t has joined the game
funkydiscodeaks has joined the game
mamamercury46 has joined the game
badgerbri’sclogs39 has joined the game
playwithmygreasegun has joined the game
marcelthemonkey has joined the game
Okay, so there were certainly some characters in this game, you could deal with that. By this point you were quite used to some of the nutjobs that could be playing these games, and they really didn’t phase you anymore. Though, you did get quite a kick out of the gamertag, ‘playwithmygreasegun’ and you would love to find out what inspired that nickname. The game was relatively simple and boring at first, not a whole lot of action, though for some reason, the man of the hour - or you assumed he was a man, he kept cursing everytime something went wrong - could not get the hang of this, and it wasn’t uncommon to hear a loud ‘fuck!’ ring out in your headset, and you’d glance at his character, only to see he died again. You wondered in the back of your mind if it was his first time playing, and let out a little laugh to yourself when he died, yet again.
“Y/g/t, you’re so fucking good at this! Mind teaching me?” a voice that could only belong to ‘playwithmygreasegun’ called out to you. Now that, that was uncommon. You didn’t usually interact with the people on your team, you were rather shy when it came to social interaction, and you didn’t like to get involved in the dramatic side of the game. You didn’t even consider the fact that you were good at the game, you just kinda, shot at people. It wasn’t hugely difficult for you.
“I am?” you asked, your brows furrowing in confusion, even though you knew no one could see you. The boy who’d been talking to you responded with only a ‘mhm’, leading you to believe he was distracted. Sure enough, he’d backed himself into a corner. You thought, for sure, that you recognized his voice from somewhere, but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure it out. It also didn’t help that the headsets didn’t exactly have the best sound quality, so his voice was considerably muffled. So you pushed the thought into the back of your mind, trying not to focus on it, because it probably wasn’t anything, he probably just sounded like someone you knew. Nothing more to it.
Right?
Okay, you might’ve been crazy, but everytime he talked to you, or at all, you kept getting this nagging feeling that you knew him from somewhere. At this point the two of you were conversing quite a bit, as you’d muted everyone else but him. Everyone else was uninteresting and loud, and you didn’t feel like listening to their little comments. Somehow, you’d gotten roped into following this guy around and trying to help him through his constant troubles in the game, and he’d gotten no better. Listen, it’d been an hour, he should’ve been making at least a little progress.
“Shit!” he called out, making you laugh to yourself and quickly snipe the enemy that’d just shot your new friend down, “I don’t understand how you do it, y/g/t. I can’t figure it out!” you giggled to yourself and went to meet him where he revived himself.
“Hey, um,” you started, pausing to shoot an enemy near you, “What’s your real name? I mean, no offense, but I really don’t want to keep calling you ‘playwithmygreasegun’,” you explained, and he laughed to himself at the quip.
“‘S Finn. What’s yours?” he returned the question, and you answered with your own name. You felt this would make your interactions less awkward.
“Y/n, that’s a pretty name,” Finn complimented, and you felt a hot blush creep up your neck at the compliment, albeit small.
“Thanks, Finn”
“So,” Finn paused to hide behind a tree, while you only rolled your eyes and shot at the enemy, killing him off, “any other meddling questions you’d like to ask? Perhaps you’d like my street address?”
You laughed to yourself, “No,” you shook your head to emphasize your point, although, again, you knew he couldn’t see you, “But there is one thing I was wondering”
“Go for it,” Finn gave you the ‘go ahead’.
“How on Earth did you come up with the gamertag, ‘playwithmygreasegun’? Quite provocative, isn’t it?” you asked, letting out another giggle at the sound of the name. Finn laughed along with you.
“Band joke, you wouldn’t get it,” Finn explained shortly, though you could hear the smile in his voice.
“Understood, understood,” you relented, watching with amusement when Finn died again, hearing the all too familiar swear that accompanied it. You couldn’t help it when you broke into giggles again, hearing Finn’s responding gasp on the other end of the line.
“Hey! Don’t laugh at me!” he shouted, feigning offense, which only made you laugh more. Unfortunately, you let your eyes shut in the midst of trying to control your giggles, and you, yourself, got shot down by an enemy. Finn and you were both silent for a minute.
“Di-Did you do that on purpose?” he asked incredulously.
“No”
Then, for whatever reason, both you and him started cracking up. Neither of you even bothered reviving yourselves yet, you just laughed together. You had to be honest, this game had been the best you think you’d ever played, just because Finn was there to die multiple times and laugh with you about it. It amazed you that the conversation was not once tense or dull, and that was interesting for you, as it usually was. Before long, you realized it was far past the time you’d set for yourself to play until, and you had to bid Finn goodbye.
“Yeah, I got it, though based on the amount of times you saved my ass today, I don’t know how I’ll survive without you,” he joked, and you laughed with him.
“You’ll get through it, Finn, talk to you again soon,” you said.
“Same time tomorrow?” he asked, and you laughed again, for he emphasized his voice with an incredibly bad accent that you didn’t recognize.
“Yep, goodbye,” you confirmed, then shut off your headset and game console. After all the talking with him you did in the past hour and a half, you really couldn’t shake the feeling that you recognized his voice from somewhere, and you made a mental note to ask him the next time you talked to him. You just had to figure out how to word something like that, or how to bring it up.
—
“Hey, Finn?” you asked tentatively. God, you were gonna feel so stupid if you were completely wrong and he just sounded like someone. You and Finn had been talking for a little over a week or so now, which meant you were playing every weekend and it’d actually been about four weeks, but you only really talked to him on weekends when you had the time. Over the course of that time, you’d talked a lot about your lives, you’d exchanged family stories, you’d both complained about school and where you were struggling in different subjects, and you’d talked about movies that you both liked. Not surprisingly, you both had a preference for some different war movies. Not many, but there were some you had in common. And all through that the nagging feeling never went away, though you did find a way to mute it over the time. You just couldn’t figure out why it kept bothering you.
“Yes?”
“Um, this is kinda weird, but—“ you were cut off by a laugh.
“Y/n, darling, I think I’m pretty desensitized to weird after the stories we’ve told each other,” Finn informed you, “Whatcha got?”
That was another thing, over time he’d began calling you different little pet names, always exaggerating them with a posh accent because on time you’d told him that you liked the way British accents sounded. That they sounded classy and sophisticated. Ever since then he’s never failed to call you a pet name at least once every time you talked, and it was driving the butterflies in your stomach nuts.
“Well, this was, just a small thought, but I can’t help but notice that your voice sounds so familiar to me. I’m not sure why, and i-it could just be a coincidence, but, it keeps bothering me, so I thought I’d bring it up,” you laughed out the last part, trying to calm your nerves about maybe coming across as a weird person to someone you felt you really connected with, that you felt you could talk to.
Finn was quiet for a while, not responding to your indirect question, and only the sounds of the video game were in the background as you continued to mindlessly play. You waited for Finn’s reply, and the more time that passed where you were left in silence, the more your left leg bounced against the edge of the love seat.
“Finn?” you called out, breaking the silence.
You heard a small sigh on the other end, “Well, I guess now is as good a time as any to spill it”
“Spill what?”
“I’m kind of a famous actor,” Finn told you, and you only drew your eyebrows together. You didn’t recall a famous actor named ‘Finn’.
“Oh,” you paused, thinking to yourself a bit before speaking up again, “What’ve you been in so far? I’m sure I know something”
You didn’t understand why it didn’t immediately click in your head when he told you in the first place. You certainly recognized his voice, it’d been bothering you for weeks, yet you didn’t know his name. Though, that wasn’t exactly uncommon, a lot of times you never really bothered looking at the casts for all the movies or TV shows you like.
“Well, I’ve been in the new It movies, I’ve been in the animated Addams Family, I’ve been in this movie called Dog Days, um, I was in this show called Stranger Thi—” you cut him off, your face lighting up.
“Wait! You played Mike, didn’t you?” you asked, and Finn hummed in confirmation.
“Yes, yes I did play Mike”
“I’m so sorry I didn’t realize it before, Finn. I only looked at the actors for that show once, but I really liked it,” you apologized, feeling enormously stupid that you hadn’t recognized his name before, or the voice hadn’t clicked, “What’s your last name?” you asked, and Finn laughed quietly at your insistence.
“It’s Wo—” you interrupted once again.
“Oh wait, wait don’t tell me,” you paused to think it over, remembering that his last name was one of the most bizzare you’d ever seen, “Is it ‘Wolfhard’?” you asked tentatively, and you heard another one of Finn’s laughs ring through the headset.
“Yes, it’s Wolfhard, love,” There he was again with the accent. You rolled your eyes with a fond smile.
“Thanks, Finn. I thought that’d never stop bothering me,” you smiled, happy that you’d finally gotten your answer, “Though I must ask, why Call Of Duty? I mean, there are plenty of other war games where you can just play by yourself”
Finn sighed overdramatically, “Listen, I don’t tell you what to like. God just decided that he was gonna make me like Call Of Duty one day, so here I am,” he joked, causing you to let a little giggle escape on your end of the line.
“Besides,” Finn started, in a softer voice than you think you’d ever heard from him, “then I wouldn’t have met you”
You felt your heart stutter to a halt. Did he really mean that? Over the time you’d spent talking to Finn, it wasn’t any secret that you’d maybe created a little bit of a crush on him, and now you could say that safely, because you knew he was only a year and a half older than you, upon looking up his age on the internet as of five seconds ago.
“U-Um,” you laughed, subconsciously rubbing a hand over the back of your neck out of embarrassment, “Well, I’m definitely glad our paths crossed too” you voice came out quieter and less confident than you’d intended it to, and you felt your face get hot.
“I have to clarify first,” Finn began, speaking in a sort of warning tone, “How old are you, y/n?”
“Sixteen”
“Oh thank God,” he sighed, and you laughed, “I didn’t mean to be weird, and I thought you were maybe around there, but I really didn’t want to be accused of being a pedo”
You nodded to yourself, “Yeah, yeah, understandable how you could be worried about that”
“Y/n”
You hummed in acknowledgment.
“I know I don’t know where you live, and you don’t know where I live, but,” Finn paused for a second, seeming to be searching for the right way to word what he wanted to say, “I was wondering if you’d like to get together sometime in person to hang out?”
You were smiling before he even finished the question, the notion of one day getting to meet with the person you’d been talking to over the past month exciting you.
“Yeah, I’d love that,” you replied quickly, and you could hear the smile in Finn’s voice.
“Good, okay”
You weren’t sure what to say next, but, thankfully, the silence didn’t last long, because Finn let another loud expletive out.
