I’m living for the “get you a man who can do both” fionn post because that literally what I thought when I saw him show up to that event in a suit. AUGH he’s everything 😪💕 i can’t help but imagine going out with him when he wears something comfy and cozy and then another time when he’s all suited up. And then wearing his suit jacket or iconic brown jacket when it gets cold. Taking the underground and cuddling on the tube on the way home. Okay I’m done. Bye.
So this wasn’t a writing request but I just thought this ask was so cute I had to at least write some little Fionn x Reader imagines based on it! Apologies to the anon for not having replied to this ask earlier, I just wanted to hold onto it in my inbox so I wouldn’t forget about it! Hope this makes up for it ✨
It’s a chilly day and you and Fionn have spent literally all day on the couch curled up in a blanket watching Netflix, but you’ve only been half-watching. You can’t be expected to focus on whatever show is on when Fionn’s tracing his lips against your collarbone.
It’s getting late though and you’ve been up for hours and neither one of you have had breakfast so you drag yourselves to the kitchen but there’s not much in the way of decent ingredients in the fridge.
So Fionn invites you to breakfast, though really it’s lunch at this point and you both bundle up. You throw on Fionn’s yellow raincoat and Fionn goes for his trusty Carhartt jacket and your lips curl up into a knowing smile.
“Not a word,” Fionn warns playfully and you burst out laughing. Even though it’s years old and literally has torn seams in one of the pockets, Fionn loves that jacket and still can’t bear to part with it.
After breakfast you know you need to do the shopping and other errands and you’re not expecting Fionn to tag along. You know he has that play premier he has to go to tonight and you try assuring him that you’re fine going alone but Fionn’s insisting he wants to go and that he’ll have plenty of time to head back to the flat to change before the play.
It’s odd how these moments that should be sort of mundane feel almost idyllic whenever you’re with Fionn. It shouldn’t be fun running errands but it doesn’t feel like a chore when Fionn’s there. It should be boring strolling through every aisle trying to find the best sales for fruits and vegetables this week, but you don’t mind it when Fionn’s at your side, his hand brushing against yours.
The light’s dwindling and Fionn suggests treating yourselves to ice cream. You’re laughing because it’s too cold for ice cream and warn him that he’s wasting time but he wraps his arms around you and kisses you right below your ear, murmuring against your skin that time with you is never time wasted. It’s freezing but your face warms and so you roll your eyes and let Fionn drag you to Gelupo.
By the time you’re both done with your ice cream there really isn’t any time for Fionn to get back to the flat, change, and get to the play in time. You’re starting to suspect that Fionn chose Gelupo because it’s only a short walk from Trafalgar Studios.
“You’ll do anything to avoid wearing a suit,” you lecture playfully, shaking your head at Fionn. “You didn’t even wash your hair this morning.”
“Tonights for everyone in the play, no one will care,” Fionn insists and you shake your head amusedly. Fionn’s hair isn’t exactly greasy yet but you take your beanie off and reach up to put onto Fionn’s head, just in case.
As you do that Fionn leans forward to steal a kiss and you smile into it. He’s just so warm and cute and yours and you can’t help it if your hands wrap around his neck, the kiss deepening as Fionn wraps his own arms around your waist.
“You’re going to make me late to this premiere,” Fionn murmurs against your lips when you’ve parted for a breath. Your jaw drops, “Me? I’m going to make you late?”
Fionn laughs and and kisses your cheek, “I’ll see you tonight.”
You watch him go, shaking your head but there’s a smile stained on your lips.
A few days later and you’re both in bed, in those drowsy between awake and asleep.
You’re already more awake than he is, Fionn always having been harder to wake than you. Fionn on his belly, head turned towards you, eyes still closed, breathing in slow and deep.
Your heart’s full, just staring at him like this. Having one of those moments where everything is still and it’s just you and Fionn and not believing how unbelievably lucky you are to have him in your life.
It’s getting late though, so you reach out and gently brush his dark curls from his face, a happy hum vibrating off Fionn as he stirs awake, lips curling into a soft smile at your touch even as his eyes remain closed.
“You’re going to be late,” you warn him teasingly and his smile immediately turning into a groan.
Fionn whining, his face contorting into a grimace and turning his head into the pillow so his voice is muffled when he says he doesn’t care if he’s late.
You laughing, reaching out to trace circles on his shoulder-blade. Part of you wanting to be an enabler and stay cuddled up in bed with Fionn, but one of you has to be the voice of reason. So you remind him, again, of just how amazing Bandersnatch was and what it’s been doing for his career and that he owes it to Charlie and Annabel to be there because Bandersnatch is being nominated for an award.
Fionn knows you’re right. He just doesn’t want to deal with formality and charade of it all or all the small talk or having to talk to interviewers.
“And Will will be there, so that’ll make it fun at least. You haven’t been able to see him in a while.”
“That’s true,” Fionn says quietly, turning his head so his voice isn’t muffled anymore. Him sighing and meeting your gaze, nose wrinkling unhappily, “But I have to wear a suit.”
Laughter bubbling out of your throat even as you roll your eyes.
“Come on,” you say before smiling mischievously. “How about we save some time, take a shower together.”
That piques Fionn’s interest, and suddenly he can’t get out of bed fast enough. Your laugh turns into a squeal as he races to you, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom where your shower takes a lot longer than it would have if you’d showered separately.
Fionn attends the BPG Awards as planned and literally attends only the bare minimum amount of time required of him to be there. He can’t even be bothered to stay for the after-party and instead texts you asking if you fancy going out for a late dinner at that Indian place you both like.
You roll your eyes but quickly throw on a dress before catching a cab.
You wait outside the restaurant on the pavement, leaning against a light pole for him when you finally see Fionn come around the corner.
You ask how it was and Fionn just shrugs, reaching out to play with the fabric of your dress right over your waist, stepping close and it amazes you that being so near him like this still makes your heart skip as if it were your first date again.
“Wow,” you say and when he tilts his head you smile, teasing, “You know your Carhartt jacket has a special place in my heart babe but I’ve got to say, you clean up so good in a suit.”
Fionn snorts but you can see how his cheekbones tinge pink and you have to bite on your lip to keep from grinning too wide.
Fionn laughs leaning in close, catching your lips with his and you just take a moment to sigh happily into the kiss, your hand reaching up to stroke his jaw. Neither one of you are much for public displays of affection and your in the middle of London for all to see, but for just a few moments you can’t be bothered to care.
It’s many moments before you break the kiss and still Fionn stays close, nose brushing against yours, just revelling in the closeness second before finally stepping into the restaurant, hand in hand.
Dinner’s delicious and you’re both so engaged in conversation with each other you stay until closing. Fionn tells you about the event, how they won the award they were nominated for and how he’d missed hanging out with Will and he’d had a good time. You try not to gloat that you were right.
Leaving the restaurant you’re so full you don’t want even want to walk the short distance to the underground and it’s a bit chillier than you thought it would be, but Fionn notices you shivering. Without a word he’s dropping his suit jacket over your shoulders and it’s a small gesture but it has you blushing and smiling to yourself the whole rest of the way.
The tube’s pretty empty this late at night. Fionn plops down on a seat, raising his arm for you. You don’t skip a beat tucking yourself into his shoulder and Fionn pulls you close.
Fionn’s free hand reaches out to hold one of yours, his thumb stroking the skin of your palm and it’s so soothing you’re half ready to take a quick power nap right then and there.
“So you had a nice night then?” you ask sleepily in an effort not to fall asleep. Fionn shrugs, “It was a nice night. I was much more looking forward to this though.” Your heart swoops and you tilt your chin up to look at Fionn who’s gazing down at you and you can see that he means what he said.
It’s been a long evening and you’re tired, but in that good kind of way. You’re wondering when you guys started making this work, juggling your life and Fionn’s life and still making time for each other, but somehow you have. As you smile at Fionn you can feel your gaze soften for him because you know inside that it’s worked because you and Fionn work, together.
Fionn smiles and leans forward to press a hot kiss against the side of your neck that makes your heart stir and you press yourself closer to him. It’s been a lovely evening.
