mike's head pushed deep into the fluff of your pillow as your lips enveloped his. the radio's music was flushed out by your sheets shuffling and soft whimpers coming from your mouth, those of which he immediately swallowed.
your hands were entangled in his hair, knotting it up as he continued to kiss you, hungrier and hungrier. mike's body laid flat on the bed while yours moved up and down, his leg acting as a seat for the inner of your thighs. you pressed yourself on his leg, the friction igniting your flame.
his hands moved harshly against the sides of your body, itching to feel its curves and flesh. your shirt rode up higher as he proceeded until it was scrunched up just before your chest. trickles appeared on your skin from the sharp air and mike's finger tracing up your spine, feeling the skeletal ridges.
his mouth stayed on yours as you kissed his upper lip, hot breaths mingling. he knew what was about to come, but before that he wanted to try something. something he had been dying to share in a moment just like this.
"mm—" he struggled to let out, which caused you to pull back. mike grabbed your chin, making you look at him eye to eye—yours were stripped of innocence, his were aching in need from the thought of what he was about to do. his thumb dragged down your saliva-glazed lip, revealing the bottom row of your teeth. his jaw hung, eyes focused completely on your pretty mouth.
mike pushed his thumb past your pearly whites, resting on your flaccid tongue as spit coated it in its entirety. "can you—" he felt his breath catch in his throat for a second when he saw you look at him with your sunken eyes and his finger in your mouth.
"suck." it wasn't a question at this point, it was an instruction.
you followed without question, wrapping your lips around his bony finger. your mouth pulled back and forth and your cheeks hollowed. the noises were lewd and wet as mike played with your tongue on the inside, swirling it around and under to feel every inch.
his thumb glided along your teeth, the bones pressing into his skin. before long he had pushed his index in also, and mike felt himself grow harder in his pants at the sight of you devouring his fingers with such vulgar noises and bobs of the head.
when he dragged his hand back, spit inched down his knuckles and your chin. mike smeared it across your jawline and down your neck, the wetness turning cold in an instant against the warmth of your skin.
he kissed you again, tongue exploring in the same places his finger did. your body pinned against mike's, wanting to absorb him further. but this time, the satisfaction of the kiss did not match the pleasure he felt when he was in your mouth.
so mike pulled back once more, and this time was even more invasive.
he shoved his middle and index back inside with such force that made you choke as his fingertips reached the back of your throat. his chest heaved, seeing ducts threaten to fall from your rolling eyes. they then dragged to your cheek, pulling the malleable flesh and stretching your lips out to the point they hurt.
slobber overwhelmed his fingers as you sucked them without him even asking. mike tried to stifle his whines, but you just looked so fucking hot in this moment.
you're still grating yourself against his thigh at this point, the cloth of your panties rubbing on his denims. you can only let out moans against his fingers as they reached so deep it didn't allow you to speak.
your teeth sunk into his skin, and mike unwillingly lets out a groan from the pleasureful pain. he dragged his long fingers out halfway, pads resting on your lazy tongue. he lowly stared at his red knuckles and the faint indentations you left, "fuck."
mike then pushes them back in as his other hand travels down to your waist then to your underwear. your hips raise themselves—you're impatient for his touch. he delicately takes the cotton on your heat and moves it to the side. mike feels how wet you are already and he lets your tongue spin around his digits once more before moving that hand down too.
you gnaw at the inside of your mouth when mike presses against your slick, saliva mixing with it and covering your cunts lips. his movements are agonizingly slow as if he wants this to drag on forever. "mike. p—please." you muffle.
mike obliges, pushing into you all the way to his rough knuckles. you were so warm around him, and mike couldn't help but stay still inside of you. neither of you moved, faces inches apart and there was nothing but uneven breathing.
your eyes were sealed tight, and a singular tear dropped onto his cheek. it dripped to his temple by tiny degrees, his hair soaking it in.
with painfully labored motions, mike started to drive in and out of you. he felt you pulsing around his fingers, and the erection he thought he could suppress now ached for sweet release.
but he wanted to let you go first—he wanted to make you feel enraptured.
mike's lips settled on yours once more, and you let him enter your mouth with ease as you went limp around him, body merely being able to lift up on its own. but somehow, you have enough control to roll your hips, surging more pleasure from mike's two fingers.
them on their own were enough for you, but as mike started to hasten, he pushed another lengthy digit inside, stretching your tight cunt. you moaned against his mouth, to which he did the same.
he felt so addictively suffocated by you that he didn't even have time to catch his breath.
mike pulled his free hand up to hold the side of your face, his thumb tugging at the corner of your lip. you moved your tongue over to lick the pad of it, which made him roll his eyes back.
but you were too busy to notice. your focus was on the fact mike wheeler had three fingers inside of you, and he wasn't planning on stopping until you came all over them.
your slick dripped down to his wrist and your thighs were coated in wetness as mike continued his pace—which was anxiously steady. your eyelids were fluttering from the immense stimulation with each shove of his fingers and each smack of your lips against mikes'.
your thighs twitched when he stuttered his hand in an uneven rhythm, flexing his arm in order to push his thumb against your clit. "ah—" was all you could manage to squeak out, legs growing weaker.
mike curled the fingers that were inside you and he desired to go even deeper around your fleshy walls. and at the same time, his thumb moved in nimble circular gestures, making you now unable to control your moans as they flowed euphoniously out of your mouth. your brows knit into an expression of pure lecherous and your cheeks grew the brightest shade of pink.
the touch of his fingers were magical, and you had never before felt this pleasure from anyone else. these same hands were the ones that rolled the twenty-sided dice every saturday, the ones that gripped too harshly on his bike handles as he rode up a hill, the same ones that traced your knuckles as he played with your hand in bed.
mike playfully bit your top lip, "shh," he whispered, his thumb reaching deeper inside your mouth as a means to get you to be quiet. you caught your next wanton cry from escaping in your throat, but at the same time mike pulled his fingers out.
you hiccup and abruptly open your eyes. mike continues to kiss your lips without acknowledging the deprivation he caused you, and all over again he jams back inside. you let out a gasp of surprise and excitement, forearms now bending to steady you up and your neck is craned down.
your lips are still connected, but mike perks his head to look down at the marvelous sight. you—clenching around his long fingers, legs weak and toes curled.
satisfaction is coiling up inside of you, and you feel yourself getting closer to blissful release. as if it weren't possible, you tighten on his digits even further, and mike knows you're getting there. he flicks his wrists faster, harder.
"mmmgh—mike—" you buck your hips and within mere seconds, you come undone on mike. panting brims the room from the both of you as he slows down, but continues to thrust inside of you until your cum leaks out, dripping onto his pants.
he doesn't want to pull out. mike wants to keep his fingers warm. but when he does, he raises them to your face. "stick your tongue out," he murmurs, slowly separating his index and middle, beholding the sight of your icky slick. he lowers them onto your dark pink tongue and swirls them around. without a second thought you retract and close your mouth, sucking lewdly on his cum-coated fingers.
In light of everything that's happened in the last few days—namely Netflix releasing its first teaser for Stranger Things Season 5—many are returning to Stranger Things spaces online here and elsewhere for the first time in months. Maybe years. So, it's time to have this conversation again, because many people weren't here when some of us were having this conversation in the lull between content; and we're due for an update.
Buckle up—this is going to be long. I intend for this to be a mega post on the whole situation in so far as I can cover it, with receipts and screenshots.
The Conversation Around Noah
Put bluntly—the vitriol around Noah Schnapp has become dangerously insane. It's been that way for 2 years, but the renewed spotlight on Stranger Things, especially as Noah is set to take center stage in a Will Byers-centric season, has revived some of the worst elements of the conversation.
"What do you mean?", you may be asking. Well, I think it might just be better to show you:
This is just a sampling. If I showed you every tweet — every post — every video I've seen with this rhetoric, I'd need another medium to do it. A tumblr blog alone couldn't contain it all. But I take it you see my point now.
How Did Things Get This Way?
There are people on this app and on #that app who will say this behavior/treatment is warranted. They'll tell you that Noah is a "genocide supporter." That he "cheered for the deaths of Palestinian babies." That he "celebrated as people were being murdered." But none of this is true.
As a reminder, this was what Noah actually said—his very first comments on the matter—right after the Hamas attack that happened on October 7, 2023:
Important to note:
"...we will hope and pray for safety, justice, liberation, and self determination in Palestine."
and
"...we will say a Jewish prayer for peace for all Israelis and Palestinians."
That is the literal antithesis of support for a genocide or the wholesale slaughter of anyone.
The very next thing to happen was the infamous "sticker video" about which the most lies have been told, so let's debunk them one by one:
He did not make the stickers.
He did not wear the stickers.
He did not hand out the stickers.
He did not hold up the stickers.
He did not even touch the stickers.
He did not post the video on any social anywhere.
I've posted a pair of screenshots here that give you the gist in lieu of the video itself, but you can Google the video and watch the entire thing to see that I'm telling the truth.
What actually happened was that Noah was taken to a restaurant by a pair of influencers who were his guides while on a school-sponsored trip to Israel. Both were significantly older than him, were responsible for the video in question, were the only ones in it (aside from the waitress) to actually touch the stickers in question... and yet? Noah bore the brunt of the hate that ensued. When the backlash came, they abandoned him and left him to the wolves. (And perhaps because of that, he no longer associates with either one of them, nor follows any related social media accounts—all of which he was required to follow in the first place as terms of going on the trip through his school.)
Noah had just come out of the closet earlier that year and was 18 years-old. He would only turn 19 years-old in the ensuing weeks.
He has addressed these events several times. Most famous was the TikTok that he made explaining his actual position (that he doesn't want anyone, Palestinian or Israeli, to die). Less famous were remarks he made to fans on Snapchat:
I'll post his remarks here for those who can't read the text:
Hey guys! I appreciate you reaching out. To give you context, I did not post this language or sticker. I was at breakfast with friends, it happened to be an Israeli cafe, and a girl was handing out stickers. Someone photographed me and posted and tagged me. As you guys know better than most people, social media can be used however people want to use it. I understand the weight of the situation and take it very seriously. I have friends of friends who are currently being held hostage in Gaza right now. My friends kids were killed in the massacre at the Israeli music festival. Standing up against this terrorism is important to me and why I made my statement after the attack. As one of the only few Jewish people with a platform, I absolutely think it's important to share my message about hatred for Jews around the world right now. However, everyone online is obviously twisting everything and saying I support genocide and am Islamophobic which is obviously entirely false and never have I stated either of those things. Seeing what is happening to the innocent people in Palestine pains me so much and I wish it would stop. I fully support everyone in Palestine as I said in my post on Instagram. One of my best friends in college is Palestinian and we talk about this issue allllll the time and agree on most things. I think people on social media are just animalistic right now so it's hard to even chime in because they just rip me apart so now I'm staying out of it.
I'll let that stand on it's own. I think it provides the context behind his remarks, the situation with the video/stickers, and his actual views versus how social media portrays his views. It also explains why he hasn't said anything else in almost 2 years.
The key takeaway: He was speaking out against antisemitism and the attack on Jewish people on October 7 and he supports an end to what is happening in Gaza and fully supports Palestinians. He literally says it.
And this support, by the way, has been corroborated by his own actions and the word of mouth from Palestinian organizations he has contributed to:
What Has Happened Since?
It would be easier to list the things that haven't happened; but I'll try anyways:
Noah has been called antisemitic slurs; gay slurs and targeted with gay stereotypes; been compared to antisemitic caricatures; he's been threatened with death and had posts go viral fantasizing about his brutal murder; his family has been threatened; he's been threatened with rape and sexual abuse; there are massive accounts on Twitter that doxxed his location while he was filming Season 5—particularly targeting him when he was alone; he's been hacked, had personal pictures leaked; he's had lies spread about his treatment of his cast mates (all of whom have spoken out and said that they've loved him at some point since, making these claims unequivocally false.
Here are a few examples:
Again, I can only post a sample. I hope that sample is enough to get the message across.
It's hard to overstate how cataclysmic this has been. Obviously, he's recovered and healed a lot since the initial incident; but the damage done needs to be acknowledged. These attacks drove him into a dark place by his own admission. He talked about needing therapy on his (now deleted) private spam TikTok account. And they are starting up yet again.
And Then There's the Fandom
The Stranger Things fandom in the wake of all this has been an irritating place to be. Not just because of the above behavior but because of the blanket hypocrisy.
The shipping sub-fandoms in particular have been rank with antisemitism and homophobia—even the Byler fandom, which is predominantly queer. People have:
A) Taken pre-Stranger Things photos—like his baby pictures or pictures with his family—to use as part of their content, their profile pictures, their banners, their fan art, their fan edits, etc.—violating his and his family's privacy for "Will" all while calling him "ugly," a "fag," and lobbing the above-listed threats at him.
B) Tried to recast him with a fan cast. These fan casts are almost never Jewish actors, you'll notice. In fact, there's someone on this very app that recast Will Byers as himself. This is gross and absurd. Will Byers is intrinsically tied to Noah Schnapp. Tied to his identities as a Jewish person and a gay man. Tied to his experiences being a character he helped bring to life during his formative years.
C) Persist in stanning or support his cast mates despite the fact that they continue to associate with him. This, in particular, is gross hypocrisy. If you're going to be mad at Noah Schnapp for being in a restaurant around stickers you object to—guilt by proximity/association, in other words—those SAME standards should apply to his cast mates, who continue to hang out with him outside of work, state that they love him, and post him on their social medias. I have a whole post about that here.
Instead, the cast is continually afforded blanket immunity while he is singularly targeted for continued abuse and harassment.
It should give the fandom some pause that openly pro-Palestine actors like Maya Hawke not only continue to hang out with him; but in her Instagram story, even stated that she misses it (check the link above for a screenshot of said story). She wouldn't do that if she thought he somehow supported mass-murder; and she knows him way better than any one reading this blog. That goes for the rest of them, too.
They know him better than you. They know his moral compass and what he believes. And they haven't abandoned him and obviously aren't going to. So, are you going to stick to your guns and apply your anger evenly; or maybe consider that you don't have the full picture?
So, Why Care?
I get this in my Asks so often. "Why do you care?" "He's a celebrity." "He don't know you." "He's not your pookie."
I know. It's not about that.
Yes, full disclosure, I am obviously a fan of Noah's. Have been since the show started. And no it's not because I'm gay and he's gay or because he plays my favorite character in Stranger Things.
Like many of his fans, I've spent the last decade seeing his lives on Instagram and TikTok, seeing his fan interactions, watching his vlogs and videos, and I've come to respect him as a human being quite apart from Will Byers or his role as an actor. Fundamentally, I really believe he is a kind and caring human being. The word of mouth from everyone who knows or has met him bares this out—and, yes, he's even been kind to me in the few conversations we've had.
This is only one example from Instagram during The First Shadow premiere this year; but I think it encapsulates what I like about Noah most. He's kind. He goes out of his way to be kind. He does things he doesn't have to do, contractually or just in general, for the sake of being kind. He always has been.
He's also stood up for a plethora of causes. Black Lives Matters, trans rights, the rights of women. He's known to be his cast mates' biggest supporter—and they'll tell you as much, too.
But quite apart from my personal feelings about him and more importantly: this is wrong.
Antisemitism is wrong. Homophobia is wrong. Both kill. Still, to this day. As I am sitting in my kitchen writing this, the news just broke that an Indigenous gay man and a celebrity was shot dead in front of his husband—after having his home burned down and dogs burned alive—in the United States. Yesterday, news broke that a gathering of peaceful Jewish protesters (which included children and the elderly) demanding the release of hostages still held by Hamas was firebombed in Colorado. Luckily, they all survived, but six people were injured in that attack.
Violence and bigotry are ascendent everywhere right now. Minority communities are being targeted. Normalizing the behavior I've described and shown above kills marginalized people. Regardless of your feeling about Noah as a person or celebrity, normalizing the violent and bigoted remarks, tweets, and behavior towards him harms Jewish and LGBTQIA+ people—all of us.
And just as an example of that, I give you the treatment Finn Wolfhard is now receiving just for the "crime" of shaving his head and being deemed no longer conventionally attractive by the fandom:
Yes, the general audience found out about Finn's Jewish heritage and now he's a target, too.
And this fandom is at fault for it.
You cannot normalize bigotry towards one person and expect it to stay contained to that one person. It will always harm everyone in that community. Finn Wolfhard—or any other actor/actress—being your favorite is not going to spare him from the consequences of a discourse you started.
ALL antisemitism and ALL homophobia needs to be called out. The people who insist it's okay that they do that for ANY reason—regardless of if they themselves are LGBTQIA+ or not—need to be ejected from the fandom and never let back in.
Noah Schnapp is a human being. He does not deserve this treatment. No one does. No one is saying you have to like him or even care about him. But you SHOULD care that this is how he's being treated and the impact it is having on others. The impact on Jewish people. The impact on queer people. Standing up and saying that does not mean you support genocide or murder or bigotry of any kind. Quite the opposite, in fact.
I am a person with left-leaning values. I'm tired of those values being spat on and dragged through the mud by people who think THIS is activism or is in any way helping a cause. It's not. All it is doing is perpetuating harm on a real person and real communities—queer and Jewish alike. And it needs to stop.
Related Blogs:
I've compiled some related blogs that expand on other elements of the situation that I've mentioned above in greater detail. This post was already long enough. I'll be updating this as more content comes out.
Examples of Noah’s Support for Gaza and Palestine (by @nymphus-fan-account)
The Evolution of a Lie
No, the Stranger Things Cast Does Not Hate Noah Schnapp
Lyric Vault’s Obsession with Noah Schnapp
There is also now a Twitter version of this post if you are on that app and want to share it there. It links to this blog post.
heyy!! you asked for an interesting finn request so i’m gonna do my best🫡
what ab if finn and r were in a movie together but it they hated each other. During the press tour however, they realized it was maybe another feeling?
love your work!!
funny story - finn wolfhard x fem!reader
wc: 10,063
summary: you and finn star in a film together, but got off on the wrong foot - you think he's annoying and he thinks you're too serious. good thing you still have to get through a whole press tour together
warnings: kissing, fluff, a few thirst tweets, use of y/n but mostly in yt vid titles, a fundamental unknowing of how press tours and interviews work, lmk if i've left anything out
me: i can't stop writing long fics help! anon this is like barely what u asked for but hopefully u still enjoy xxxx
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It would be fair to say you and Finn didn’t get off on the right foot. Even from the start, you thought he was completely irritating and disrespectful. The first time you met him was at your audition in downtown LA.
You were trying to be confident, bright PR smile plastered on your face as you walked into the room for the fourth time; chemistry reads.
“Hi!” You’d perfectly curated your tone to sound bright yet relaxed, like you were completely at ease, whilst wanting to cry from anxiety. Finn was already in the room, making small talk with the panel. He glanced at you, an indecipherable expression passing over his face.
“Hey,” He finally replied, and the only conclusion you could draw was that he was unimpressed with you. Potentially fair, your resume was definitely less impressive than his, but you were making a name for yourself in your own right. Besides, it was rude to not at least pretend to be polite.
You brushed it off, giving him the benefit of the doubt. You were nervous, he was probably nervous, you just had to get through the audition. There were two sides they wanted you to test with each other, a comedy and a romance scene. Comedy was first — terrifying.
Finn shot down every choice you made. Like the world’s worst improviser, Finn wouldn’t let you get away with an interesting intonation or timing choice, a silent argument brewing underneath your performance.
Casting was devouring it. Whilst you were getting riled up and frustrated, pushing back against him in character, they were audibly laughing. That rarely happened in an audition, and you knew it; it just didn’t make any sense. He was rage-baiting you, and you were falling for it, but couldn’t stop, and the casting team were obsessed with the dynamic.
Then came the romance side. You’d already resigned yourself to losing the part after the first script had gone so badly, but you couldn’t walk out now. You had to see it through. Good thing the characters were rivals to lovers, you were sure anything else would be pure embarrassment. You didn’t think you could even pretend to be softly in love with Finn right now. At least you didn’t have to actually kiss yet; the director just wanted ‘intense eye contact’ for the chemistry read.
“Can you be serious for one second!” You cried in character, forgetting after a few lines it was Finn.
“I am being serious — can you just look at me?” You turned aggressively to find Finn much closer than you anticipated, jumping from the proximity.
“What?” Your voice faltered, and you weren’t quite sure what was acting and what was real. Finn was taller than you thought, and loomed over you with an intense look.
“I don’t want to die without ever having said it.”
You opened your mouth to pose a question, but Finn grabbed your jaw before you could, pulling you in until your foreheads touched, breaths mingling. It was supposed to be the kiss, but obviously, they couldn’t ask you to do that in an audition, but this may as well have been one. You’d kissed people before, but this almost felt more intimate than any of them.
The panel clapped politely, and both of you jumped apart like it’d burn you to stay touching.
“Thank you so much, guys. We’ll be in touch.”
Finn didn’t talk to you as you left the audition room, heading straight out to the elevator in a few long steps. You supposed he must be done for the day, you still had a few guys they wanted to see you with. Still, you thought, it didn’t cost much to be kind.
When you finally got cast, you were over the moon, but the fact you’d be opposite Finn was really dragging the whole experience down.
You filmed for two months, and nothing got better between you two. To you, Finn was obnoxious, disrespectful and never took anything seriously. You imagined to him, you were a prude, overly responsible, and not much fun. It was a long two months, but you were both professional. You went to work, filmed together, pretended to be best friends for social media content, and went home alone.
Another six months later, post-production was finished, and the press tour was due to begin. You’d never done one as extensive as for your current film, but you knew Finn had experience with the Stranger Things ones, figures he’d be more comfortable.
You saw Finn for the first time in four months (you’d had to return to set for reshoots) in the lobby of your LA hotel, styled to such a degree that you felt like a Barbie, every flyaway glued to your scalp and clothes adjusted to the precise degree.
“Hey,” You said, noticing he looked the same way. You wondered how many people’s hands had been in his hair, corralling each individual curl.
“You ready?” He said, offering you a stick of gum. Carefully, you took it, the air strange between you.
“Totally.” Finn gave you a look, disbelief clear on his raised eyebrow.
“Where’d you have breakfast this morning?” What the fuck was he talking about?
“My hotel room, obviously. What’s it matter?” Finn clicked his tongue, condescending disappointment dripping over you.
“Your first mistake. We’re about to spend all day in a hotel room. Always go downstairs for breakfast.”
“Aye aye, captain,” You huffed, rolling your eyes as your publicist, Mel, called you over.
She stood in front of you with her arms crossed, schedule in one hand and phone in the other.
“You guys need to pull it together, okay? You need to look like best friends. It’s only two weeks.” You nodded, chest tight in shame. This was your dream job, and you were ruining it because Finn was immature.
You’d already forgotten who was interviewing you, some nice reporter from a small publication. Your butt was fusing to the seat in the hotel room allotted for your interviews.
“What was your favourite part about working with Finn?” She asked you, right leg crossed over left as she leant in toward you.
“I mean, how could I choose?” You laughed with practised grace, “I think his humour. Finn’s just so funny, it hardly even felt like working.” Finn’s gaze was heavy on you for a moment. Not enough for a viewer to notice it beyond an attentive costar, but you felt its depth razor sharp on your skin.
“And what about you, Finn?”
“I love how switched on she is. She’s really devoted to her craft, and it was really cool to be a part of that process and see how she approaches different scenes or moments.” It was your turn to watch him, fingers playing with the hem of your borrowed designer skirt. It was nice to hear him talk about you that way, but you were quick to remind yourself this was all press-speak, straightening up your posture just a little bit more.
“What was your favourite memory from filming?” It was another interviewer, but it may as well have been the same video. Hours passed, but everything felt the same, like you were stuck in an endless Groundhog Day of showering Finn in compliments.
“I would say my favourite day of filming was… We have this one scene where we’re in a storm and both get absolutely soaked. Our director, Tom, let us spray the hose over each other like a water fight, and in between takes we’d just lie down on set and laugh, ‘cause even though they’re nice enough to use warm water, it gets cold and you just end up freezing. And after twelve hours of filming, we were completely delirious and lying in our own puddles on the ground.”
You stared at Finn whilst he spoke, completely taken aback. You had no idea that day had made such an impact on him. It was one of your favourites too.
“And you?” The interviewer’s eyes were deep and intense, but your brain was still trying to process Finn’s answer; was he being serious, did he really enjoy it as much as it sounded like it? Finn looked over at you, giving a minuscule look to encourage you to speak.
“Oh! Sorry, I was just reminiscing over that day. Other than that, I would maybe say when we filmed one of our arguments. It was just Finn and I in the scene, and a really small crew, so it all felt very intimate. And Finn is just so quick, he’s always got something to say or to improvise — acting and real life — it’s always a fun challenge to be in a back and forth with him.” The interviewer laughed along with you, nodding exaggeratedly.
“We’ve all seen those ‘Finn being unhinged in Stranger Things promo’ videos,” She agreed, and you tilted your head back to laugh, clapping your hand on your thigh.
“Ladies,” You addressed the camera, “He’s just like that in real life.” Only ten times more annoying, obviously.
GIGGLES, FIGHTS AND LYING IN THE RAIN | FINN WOLFHARD & Y/N ON ‘THE NIGHT WON’T FALL’
user1: omg i love themmmmm
user2: finn is so funny i’m obsessed with him
user3: does anyone else think that they dont rlly seem like friends??
user4: why is she giving such weird vibes here like does she not like finn??? coz ill take her place pls
The final interviewer left the room, and you slumped on the couch, a ragged sigh escaping your lips. Finn went the other way, bending over in two and resting his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. You sat in silence for a blissful thirty seconds before your respective teams began ushering you around again. Borrowed outfits had to be returned by the evening, and you had to get your mandated beauty sleep before another tough day of interviews.
“Great job, guys. Really good stuff.”
Your head weighed itself down when you stood, exhaustion and overwhelm slowing your movements as Mel led you back through the hotel. You didn’t say goodbye to Finn. Not necessarily intentionally, but any more pretending around him today would possibly end you.
Flopping on your mattress, finally makeup and designer clothes free, you gorged yourself on shitty room service. Your plan was to watch a single episode of a 20-minute sitcom and then crash for as long as you could before doing it all over again.
Your phone pinged from somewhere within the sheets. Groaning, you reluctantly searched for it, just in case it was Mel or someone of equal importance.
Finn: good job today! ik it’s rough but u did super well :-)
Finn: don’t forget what i said! no breakfast in the room tmrw
You didn’t reply. Finn had already confused you enough over the past few hours. Everything you remembered about him was annoying and obnoxious. Why was he now being so nice? PR, of course. But then why text you? No one was seeing that. It was all too much for you. You threw your phone onto the other side of the ridiculously large bed and knocked out the second your head hit the pillow.
Reluctantly, you did take Finn’s advice. It worked. Sitting out next to the window, the second the hotel breakfast opened, you had quiet time to yourself in a place that almost felt outside. You could practically smell the fresh air.
“Morning.” Your head snapped toward Finn, eyebrows high on your face. He sat without being invited, munching awkwardly on his oatmeal despite his smug air. The silence between you was thick and extending, pervading your otherwise peaceful breakfast. Your brain called enough, searching for something to say.
“Did you mean all that stuff you said yesterday?” You asked softly, scraping the bottom of your bowl.
“Guys, come on! We’re gonna be behind schedule.” Members from both your teams came storming through the doorway, already done with you both. To be fair, you’d probably hate life too if you had to be in charge of a twenty-something actor. Like, is there a worse demographic?
Finn didn’t get to reply as you were dragged back to your respective hotel-slash-dressing-rooms.
“Obviously, there’s a pretty big romance in this film. I was lucky enough to see an early preview, and I have to say the chemistry is sizzling. Did you know right away it was there?” You immediately looked between Finn and your director, begging one of them to answer the question for you. Luckily, your director stepped in.
“We absolutely knew. We were down to probably six or eight actors before they walked into the room, and everyone on the casting panel breathed a sigh of relief. They did their comedy scene, and it was just terrific. The other actors brought a very light-hearted energy to the sides, but these two immediately had such a fun back-and-forth that had me laughing out loud. Finn is so good at those little quips, whilst she had us in tears with her expressions and the way they so easily fell into that dance, which can really quickly become annoying. And the romance scene. I just fell in love with them. There was this beautiful moment of eye contact and after they left the room, we were all like ‘did we just intrude on a moment?’ It was really just kismet.”
You tried to be casual as you looked over at Finn to gauge his reaction. That was not how you remembered the audition going. Finn’s face didn’t give anything away, smiling nicely as he listened.
“What about you guys?” The reporter pressed, “Did you know you were going to get the part after your audition together?”
“I mean, you can never really know until you get told…” You trailed off sheepishly, and Finn took over.
“But it was a really fun audition. We definitely bounced off each other really well from the start, and it was great to see that develop as we got into filming.” You nodded enthusiastically, grateful for the out.
WHO WAS ALMOST CAST? | FINN WOLFHARD, Y/N AND TOM MELTZER ON ‘THE NIGHT WON’T FALL’
user5: omgggg im so excited for this the trailer had tears running down my thighs or whatever sabrina said
user6: omg right like the clip where they’re staring at each all intense i almost came
user7: ppl are too comfrotable on the internet omfg
user8: im obsessed with the way that she looks like she’s never been complimented before lmfaoooo
user9: omg yah like whenever finn or tom say smth nice about her she looks completely in disbelief
Your interviews ended, and it was immediately time to start preparing for the LA premiere.
“Hey, can we talk?” Finn jumped up from the couch, chasing after you as your stylist was already starting to outline your evening of glam.
“Um, maybe later? I feel like I’m already behind schedule,” You teased your publicist, sending him a short smile before running a few steps to catch up with your team.
You’d never had to look at yourself so much as when you finally made it as an actor. Hours of having people touch your hair, your face, your body. Sometimes it was fun. Others, like today, it was exhausting.
“You want a redbull, hon?” Your stylist asked, offering the can.
“Please,” You groaned, cracking it with a satisfying hiss, “It’s been two days, and I’m already fading.”
“Alright, babe. How are we feeling for the premiere?” Mel finally got off whatever call she’d been busy on for the last half hour, popping a straw in your can so you didn’t ruin your makeup.
“Shitting it, I don’t think I’ve ever been to anything so big.”
“Just keep doing what you’ve been doing with the interviews, it’s been great. You and Finn have really stepped it up. Tonight is a big one, really go all out, don’t be afraid to make physical contact, flirt a bit. Whatever’ll promote the film.” You nodded, hopefully hiding your grimace.
You: “don’t be afraid to make physical contact, flirt a bit. Whatever’ll promote the film”
Finn: so u got that too HAHA
Finn: we don’t have to do anything ur not comfortable with
You: it’s okay its just promo! we’re actors
You: i’ll follow ur lead
You didn’t think you’d ever get used to premieres. People screaming, reporters crawling, and a million lights flashing in every direction. It was the most overwhelming thing you’d ever gone through, but nothing gave you the same adrenaline.
Hand on hip. Step. Clutch the purse. Step. Change the expression. Step. It was a routine that had been drilled into you, a failsafe formula to avoid bad pictures. You glanced to your side, breaking into a toothy smile when you saw your costar finally arrive.
“Finn!” You cried, doing a mix between a hobble and a run in your stilettos over to where Finn had started his own poses. Throwing your arms over his shoulders in a blatant show of affection, you whispered, “I feel like Martin Brody.” A Jaws reference, one of the interests you did have in common.
Finn tipped his head back in laughter, hand creeping to the small of your back, twisting you around so you could take some pictures. A few more formal, professional ones. Small smiles and a platonic amount of space between you.
“Ready for a flirt?” He murmured, mouth hardly moving so TikTok lip readers couldn’t have a go the next morning. You just looked up at him, tilting your head with a sweet smile as approval.
Finn’s hand slid from the small of your back to a visible spot on your waist, fingers curling around the fabric there. You retaliated, hand crossing your body to rest on his chest flirtatiously.
“They’re eating it up,” You giggled, making a silly face to the cameras. Finn followed suit, humming the Jaws theme for only you to hear.
“Wanna give them the real bait?” The shark references were getting ridiculous, but it kept things light between you, which was desperately necessary. Finn didn’t give you an explicit reply, instead letting his hand trail down to your hip. You’d always thought a hand on the waist was a couples pose, but Finn’s hand was burning a hole into your skin, the tension of it something you hadn’t experienced since filming your make-out scenes.
Sealing the deal, you extended your neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The cameras exploded, a blinding wall of white light burning your eyes even through closed lids.
You pulled away, exchanging knowing glances with Finn. They loved you. Then you noticed the small smudge of your lipstick lingering on Finn’s pale skin.
“Oh, shit,” You mumbled, licking your thumb and rubbing it across his cheek to clean it. Finn stiffened at the touch, hand tightening around the fat of your hip. The explosion of flash happened again, and this time, it was a confused look shared; you hadn’t tried to do anything.
Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Mel gesturing for you guys to move on to some of the red carpet interviewers. You pulled away from Finn’s grip, the spot on your hip where he’d held you strangely bare. You turned to walk, and Finn grabbed your hanging hand, intertwining your fingers. Your eyes widened, neck snapping with the speed at which you looked at him. Finn just twitched an eyebrow, daring you to say something. You surrendered, leading him to the first interviewer.
“How’s the press tour so far? I know your schedule is insane.”
“Yeah, you could say that,” You laughed, grimacing to the camera for sympathy points, “But it’s all worth it. I mean, who can complain when this is everybody’s dream job, and we got to make a gorgeous movie?”
“Still, those long hours must be tough. How have you guys been unwinding?”
“Well, it doesn’t feel like work when we’re together,” Finn smiled at you, and you rolled your eyes playfully, hamming it up for the interview, “But after a press day, my own ritual is eating a lot of room service and putting on a film until I pass out.”
“Mood,” The interviewer laughed, continuing on the spiel of questions she must have memorised.
You were only safe inside the premiere, when the cinema darkened and the room fell silent.
Early the next morning, you were on a flight to New York for another premiere and days of press. You were in the most luxurious seat you’d ever been in, the ridiculous kind that had a little sliding door for privacy. Why all these rich people needed complete privacy on a flight was beyond you, but you were enjoying the experience.
In the seat next to you was Finn, and across were both your publicists, busy at work. For now, all dividers were down and you were able to speak, but you didn’t think it would stay that way all six hours. The first two hours of the flight, you were positively passed out. Having to be ‘on’ all the time, even just for a few days, had taken it out of your system.
When you awoke, the plane buzzed in peaceful silence. Finn had his headphones on, probably listening to an album too cool for you to even be aware of. Both your publicists were deep in their work, blue light glowing in their faces. When they noticed you conscious, both women jumped into action, running through the next few days in New York.
They’d only been silent for a moment before you were rummaging around for your headphones, preparing to pass the time with a film or something. Finn caught you first, hand on your arm. You stilled immediately.
“Can we talk, please?” He begged, perched right on the edge of his seat and angled completely toward you. A tiny sigh left your lips.
“Sure, Finn.”
You both smiled awkwardly at your publicists, the partition raising painfully slow. You had no idea what they thought about it. During filming you couldn’t stop bickering and now you were having private chats?
It was incredibly awkward to face each other. There was a permanent divider sticking out of the wall behind your heads which connected the movable partition, meaning to be face-to-face, you had to sit awkwardly on the ledge of the plane seat. You hoped whatever Finn had to say was worth it.
“Do you think I hate you?” He asked plainly. Jesus, he was definitely making it worth it.
“I mean, not hate,” You searched for the right words, “Dislike? Experience annoyance from? I don’t know, I didn’t think we were friends. Are we?”
“I mean, kinda!” Finn’s voice was high, almost squeaky in his disbelief. Your mouth dropped open, lips forming an ‘o’.
“What do you mean? You, you… from the audition! You were so unfriendly and blocked my every offer, and then didn’t even say goodbye! And then when we were filming, it was just constant fighting, every day. We couldn’t stop bickering; you didn’t take anything seriously and kept making jabs at me for being so solemn. What am I supposed to think? We’ve never hung out!”
“I thought you were just tired from filming. I didn’t want to intrude on your space! And I thought it was banter, chemistry! You never miss a beat, and it’s not like you ever storm off or anything, I thought we were having fun…”
“But, you think I’m too boring, no fun. I’m serious, I didn’t hang out with you; you don’t like me, Finn!”
“Who said that?” He cried, waving a hand around erratically. When you shrugged, ashamed, that same hand ran down his face. “I like you, of course I do. I like that you’re serious when I joke around, I like that we have a fun dynamic. I teased you because I thought you knew it was all jokes, that we were on the same page, and I’m sorry that I was clearly mistaken. And the audition… I was sick, anxious and had just got off an international flight; it had nothing to do with you and I’m sorry that you thought it did.”
“Oh…”
A heavy silence fell across both of you, the buzz of the plane almost deafening in comparison.
“So you meant all of that stuff you were saying in the interviews? About the scene in the rain and liking how focused I am?” You knew you sounded like a desperate kid, but your head was spinning with the reformulation of everything you thought you knew.
“I mean, yeah. I probably wouldn’t say it like that if we weren’t promoting a movie, but it’s not a lie. That was my favourite day.”
“Me too,” You said softly, studying your perfectly done nails.
“Friends? For real this time,” Finn smiled, gentle and wonky like you’d seen so many times on set and on screen. You didn’t think it would ever be genuinely directed at you. You nodded, breaking into your own smile.
When you landed on the tarmac, you were in noticeably better spirits than when you boarded.
“So, what was the audition process for this film like?” The questions were always the same, and it was your job to make the answers interesting and varied.
“It was long but not super intense,” Finn began, “I think we both ended up going through about four rounds of auditions? We didn’t meet until the chemistry reads, though, so the last round.”
“And was the connection between you immediate?” Your turn to reply, a sheepish laugh escaping you.
“Well, our director has said before he knew immediately when we walked in the room it was going to be us, but honestly, I thought Finn hated me during the whole audition!” You glanced over at him to find him already looking, a silly exchange between you now the whole thing had been resolved.
“I'll take responsibility for that,” Finn shook his head, running a hand through his hair, “I’d just gotten off a flight from London to LA, I was sick and just full of my own nerves, I guess. I wasn’t as nice as I should’ve been.”
“But we sorted it all out in the end and now look at us!” You grinned, looping your arm through Finn’s in an exaggerated show of affection.
“We saw the pictures from last night, you guys certainly look comfortable with each other. Did you form that bond during filming?”
“I would definitely say so,” Finn replied, “We have so many scenes where it was literally just us two on set for hours, arguing or getting right up in each other’s personal space. I think you have to get pretty comfortable around each other during that.”
FINN & Y/N SPILL THE TEA ON ‘THE NIGHT WON’T FALL’
user10: omg my baby i feel so bad for her 🥹
user11: truly like i’d cry if i thought finn didn’t like me and we’d never even met before
user12: i love their friendship omg
user13: theyre giving bestie energy here im obsessed
user14: omg i wonder when they sorted it out coz their chemistry in the trailer is INSANEEEEEE
Then there was the kitten interview. Cross-legged on the floor of some studio, you and Finn waited impatiently for the kittens to be released.
“You’re a cat person, aren’t you?” You asked, not sure if the camera was rolling or not.
“Yeah, I’ve got my cat, Poppy, who’s the love of my life.”
“Of course, my bad. I’ve only seen your lock screen of her a thousand times.” Finn pulled his phone out of his pocket, showing the camera proudly. “What about you? You don’t have any pets, right?”
You shook your head, a little surprised Finn knew.
“I don’t really have a home base right now, so I just don’t think it would be fair to fly a little friend across the world every few months and make them get used to new digs and new habits. But, when I’m in a position to get a pet, I don’t think I’d have a preference.”
The interview got started, the kittens running toward you both. You cooed and giggled, letting them crawl all over you.
You could hardly focus on the questions, obsessed with the tiny creatures and their bright eyes.
“Yeah, it was really interesting to be able to explore a character like Sofia, who has such a different background to me. I definitely put a lot of thought into how, you know, growing up in a difficult family would affect how she reacts to other people in her life — ooh!” You squealed as one of the kittens tried to throw itself off your shoulder, catching it at the last second.
Finn took the next question, something about the themes of the film you’d answered a hundred times in the last week. You looked up from the kittens for a moment, gaze catching on Finn.
He had one kitten in each arm, looking down fondly at them whilst he spoke. For a second, even in the harsh studio lighting, Finn looked so pretty, you couldn’t help staring. What the fuck was happening? Until earlier today, you thought Finn hated you, and you thought he was annoying as anything. And now you were admiring the slope of his nose, his jawline, the freckles on his cheeks. Had he always been this pretty? Oh, shit.
Finn turned to face you, eyebrows creasing when he caught you staring. Your head snapped back to the camera, answering the banal questions that kept coming at you. Who cares what your daily routines were like during filming?
FINN WOLFHARD AND Y/N DO THE KITTEN INTERVIEW
user15: ughhhh and he’s a cat person???? i knew finn was the perfect man
user16: NEW POPPY PIC DROPPED!!!!!
user17: awww my girl just wants a pet i love herrrr
user18: i need psychological help why am i giggling at two celebrities ill never meet
user19: did anyone catch her checking finn out???? i feel like im going crazy
user20: OMGGGGG need them to date - the premiere pics and now this?????
user21: theyre so soft together im shipping
Your second day of New York press was tough. The premiere the night previous was long and late, and you were feeling the effects. It was more fun, though, now that you and Finn were friends.
What you used to think was Finn teasing you or being obnoxious for attention had become a witty quip in your ear whilst you posed together or a barely audible narration over the film you’d seen at least three times by this point.
The press had well and truly fallen for you both. When you opened your phone the next morning, your pictures were everywhere. Popcrave, EW, if it concerned pop culture, you and Finn were on it. There were a couple of golden pictures that kept getting reused: you and Finn posing nicely on the carpet, sides pressed together as his hand tucked snug around your waist; you cradling his chin affectionately while you made a kissy face in his direction; Finn leaning down to whisper something in your ear whilst you tried to contain a giggle and your director spoke to the audience next to you.
Regardless, the morning after the New York premiere, you and Finn were running on empty. Every interview was practically ruined with your delirious giggles, Finn’s sense of humour getting more ridiculous by the hour.
Luckily, you had the next day off, and the final interview couldn’t come soon enough. The interviewer had asked something completely normal about one of the scenes that appeared in the trailer, you and Finn in the middle of a screaming match.
You’d started to answer seriously, and then Finn had cut you off with a ridiculous joke and you were done for. You dissolved into giggles, covering your face with your hands.
“I’m so sorry,” You gasped, trying to pull yourself together, “I’m usually better than this.”
“I’m just too funny,” Finn covered for you, “Can’t hold herself together around me.”
You swatted him, falling into his shoulder from the seat next to him.
“You’re so annoying.”
When the final interview ended, after profuse apologies from both you and Finn, your publicists led you from the interview room.
“Great news, guys. No interviews tomorrow! You’ve got the whole morning off, and then we’re heading to the airport at twelve for the flight to London. I’d prefer it if you didn’t leave the hotel, but you’re free until twelve.”
FINN WOLFHARD AND Y/N LOSE IT WHILE DISCUSSING ‘THE NIGHT WON’T FALL’
user22: press is killing them LMAOOOOO
user23: this feels like a sleepover im obsessed
user24: she’s so well spoken and i never hear anyone talking about it!!
user25: omg the way she like collapsed into him laughing…. im starting a rumour
user26: their banter is soooo good i wouldnt be surprised if theyre together
user27: r we intruding on a private moment??? this feels so intimate
You had the perfect plan for the night. A fat Uber Eats order (you couldn’t do another night of room service), a couple movies and a long sleep in. Maybe facetime your friends back home. You were just scrolling the menu of a takeout place nearby when your phone dinged from under your pillow.
Finn: can i come over and hang? (is that allowed now ?)
You: only if you buy dinner
Finn: deal
You: 1312
Finn was up at your room five minutes later, dressed down in comfy clothes and an armful of snacks.
“Hey,” He said when you opened the door, dopey grin on his face. You let Finn in, gesturing at the bed for him to make himself comfortable.
This was uncharted territory for both of you; you’d never hung out totally alone, except for those five minutes at breakfast the other day. You wanted to be friends with Finn so badly now that you knew every annoying thing he’d said were all misinterpreted jokes.
“What are you feeling for food?” He asked, taking over the Uber Eats.
“Anything unhealthy. I need some carbs in my body, like, right now.”
Forty-five minutes later, a mountain of junk food sat between you and the opening credits of She’s The Man were playing. You and Finn sat cross-legged over the covers, commentating over the film as you devoured a pizza.
You were aware it was ridiculous to switch up pro-Finn so quickly, but once you’d changed your perspective, taking Finn’s dry humour as exactly that instead of an attempt at antagonising you, it was like you’d started completely fresh. Finn mocked one of the jokes and you laughed loudly, only slapping a hand over your mouth when you remembered you were in a hotel and the walls definitely weren’t very thick.
After the first movie, you took the opportunity to clean away the food and get cozy, crawling under the blanket. Finn hesitated, looking more awkward than usual as his eyes darted around the room.
“C’mon,” You sighed, patting the spot next to you. Finn slid under the blanket, propped up against the headboard as he handled the remote. He put on Jurassic Park, a stark change from the previous romcom, but no less good.
By the second act you were hardly watching, having seen the film so many times it was practically memorised. Instead, you and Finn had sunk into a lying position, facing each other as you talked quietly. It had started silly, ‘what’s your favourite dinosaur?’, but got deeper as it got later in the night.
“Was it always acting for you?” Finn murmured, eyes soft in the dim light. You nodded, covering your yawn with a hand in front of your mouth.
“I was a really anxious kid, so serious all the time. Acting was the only time I didn’t feel it, so I’ve been chasing it ever since.”
Finn nodded in understanding.
You were supposed to be leaving for the airport at twelve. At eleven thirty-five, your eyes fluttered open — you’d forgotten to set an alarm. You were moving. Why was your head moving? You lifted it groggily, blinking through bleary eyes at a mop of dark hair.
Oh, fuck. You and Finn had fallen asleep after the movie, the lamp still on above the bed. Worse, you’d managed to end up with your head on his chest, wrapped in his arms. Finn looked peaceful whilst he was sleeping, features relaxed and pretty. Oh, that wasn’t a thought you were allowed to have.
“Finn,” You hissed, “Finn!” You slapped his chest lightly to wake him up in a panic. Finn’s eyes fluttered open slowly, fingers tightening around your waist before his brain turned on.
You jumped apart, lying rigidly next to each other in the huge bed.
“Shit,” You said, staring at the textured ceiling. Finn made a noise of agreement, not moving a muscle. “We need to pack! God, we’re so screwed.”
“There’s nothing in this room,” Finn said plainly, gesturing to the small pile of socks, undergarments and basics left in a haphazard pile. Everything you wore in public or on camera was carefully controlled and not owned by you; you ended up travelling pretty light.
“Finn, c’mon. You want Mel to come catch you here with bed hair?” His hands flew to the hair in question, smoothing it down unsuccessfully.
He collected the few things he’d brought over: phone, hoodie, half a packet of M&Ms, and headed for the door, shooting you a small smile on the way. You returned it, already busy folding your clothes into a suitcase that was bought for you.
He’d just slipped out of your hotel room when somebody else knocked, and you could feel the blood draining from your face. It couldn’t be anyone but Mel, and that meant she’d definitely seen Finn. Her expression said as much, eyebrows raised as she made herself at home in your room.
“So, when I said try and get along—”
“We are not having this conversation right now.” You covered your face with your hands, sitting on the floor. “He just came over to hang out and we fell asleep. I would never lie to you, and I’m telling you we didn’t sleep together.”
“Okay,” She said in a sing-song voice, checking the drawers of the hotel rooms in case you’d forgotten anything. “Just remember we’ve got a few more days of this. Don’t fuck it up now.”
You and Finn were separated on the flight to London, you wondered if it was on purpose by Mel. You were pretty sure she didn’t believe it at all when you said nothing happened between you and Finn.
You slept through the flight, and a good thing too. The second you touched down, you were whisked off to a hotel room to undergo another makeover before another round of interviews.
It was supposed to be reading thirst tweets. A dangerous interview to do when the last proper interaction between you and Finn was in bed together.
The universe seemed determined to torture you. The entire premise of the video was you and Finn standing face to face, inches apart as you traded horny tweets. Awesome! Totally not weird and totally didn’t make you think about the lingering touches on red carpets or his arms around you as you slept.
You ran the intro on autopilot, smiling and laughing on cue. Your limbs were stiff with apprehension as you raised the cue cards for the first thirst tweet.
“Can we all agree Finn Wolfhard is insanely gorgeous and also the white boy of the decade?” You read, eyes flicking up only momentarily to Finn. He let out a small laugh, amused and not much more. This was safe territory, nothing too intimate or suggestive, easy to keep light.
“I want y/n to throw insulting and demeaning insults at me so I feel like I matter.” You couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped you, hand flying up to cover your mouth.
“That could be arranged, I think,” You quipped, Finn shaking his head. “Really glad to see you guys finally admitting to yourselves you think Finn Wolfhard is sexy. The world is healing and I think you just have to embrace it. An unfortunate but true fact.” Finn’s mouth dropped open, turning to face the camera.
“Um, the fuck you mean ‘unfortunate’? Some of you are fake ass bitches!” He cried, getting right up close to the main camera.
“It’s okay, Finn, I think you’re fortunately sexy,” You tried to joke, but you didn’t think it landed based on the way Finn turned back to you. He covered it with an over-dramatic sigh, returning to his spot, a few inches closer to you.
“At least someone does.” Your fingers were practically brushing where you held the cards, definitely closer than you were supposed to be. “Y/n is so fucking beautiful, if she looked at me with those eyes in real life I think I’d drop dead.” Finn was staring straight at you, and you could only hold his gaze for a second before flustering, laughing loudly as you looked anywhere but him.
“I fear it’s not that serious,” You tried to lighten the mood. Beside you, Finn mouthed ‘it is’ to the camera and you swatted him accordingly. You knew you’d literally been told to act close and flirt a bit, but today it was really creating turmoil for your heart. You covered your mouth with your hand as you looked down at the final card. “Um, I would let Finn Wolfhard break my back like a glowstick — holy shit, you guys!”
You looked up at him, nervous for his reaction. His gaze was unreadable for a fraction of a second before you both burst out laughing, wheezing and bent over.
“I’m really sorry to whoever wrote this but, um, I don’t really want to do that,” Finn told the camera with an awkward smile, quickly wrapping up the video as you both waved goodbye.
“Jesus,” You mumbled, straightening out your skirt, “I didn’t think it would quite go there.” Finn nodded, running a hand through his hair as you both approached your publicists, getting ready for the next appearance.
FINN WOLFHARD & Y/N READ EACH OTHER THIRST TWEETS
user28: wait guys why am i horny
user29: can we talk about the eyecontact pls?????? omfg
user30: no one can tell me theyre not into each other WOW
user31: omg they were actually getting flustered
user32: THEIR FINGERS BRUSHING????? OMFGOMFGOMFG
user33: actors havent been doing chemistry like this for a LONG TIME
You were well-experienced with premieres by now, London being your third for the film. It was a well-practised event, and you didn’t have to think about what came next. Pose for pictures, do a few red carpet interviews, take more pictures with Finn and the few other cast members of your tiny film.
Finn was acting different. After acting with him and now going on the press tour, you felt like you had a pretty accurate read on him, and you didn’t know what was going on. The LA premiere was all acting, calculated touches and poses designed for the press. New York was silly, the newness of your friendship making the performance enjoyable. London was different.
The touches lingered longer, more tender than they had been previously. You and Finn whispered the whole time, through posing and interviews and the film for a third time. You were obsessed with each other, never straying too far, facing the hounds of intrusive questions and pictures as a team.
The red carpet interviewer was some girl with a podcast you think you’d heard of, but you liked that she was younger anyway. The new influencer interviewers weren’t always the most professional, but they were definitely fun.
“Oh my god, guys, I was lucky enough to see the film yesterday, and it is hot! The chemistry is absolutely sizzling, how did it feel filming some of those scenes?”
You looked up at Finn, who had placed himself fractionally behind you, just close enough that your shoulders brushed. He took the question with a smile.
“Well, you know, nothing gets a guy going like having an entire film crew watch you make out,” He joked, slinging an arm around you affectionately, “But we just read thirst tweets to each other and turns out a lot of people in the world want a chance with her, so I’m feeling extra lucky right now.”
You exchanged a look with the interviewer, disbelief at Finn’s reckless affection. She took it all as joking, thankfully, and you tried to as well.
“You’re certainly a lucky man,” She giggled, moving the microphone over to you. “And I have a question specifically for you. In your last project, you had some spicy scenes with another famous white boy of the month, Milo Manheim. Who was the better kisser?”
“Oh god!” You glanced around in fake nervousness, “I can’t choose. Think about the poor girls at home daydreaming about it!”
“Um, I feel like there’s one right answer here…” Finn butt in, fingers tapping absent-mindedly on your skin.
“Right… maybe I’ll just leave it to everyone’s imaginations.” You kept things light, continuing on with the interview like your mind wasn’t moving at a million miles a minute. After everything that had happened recently, you really didn’t need to be reminded of how it felt to kiss Finn.
As you bid a polite goodbye to the interviewer, Finn’s hand stayed hot on the small of your back. You tried to remember it was for the cameras.
“I’m actually the better kisser though, right?” He whispered, breath hot on the shell of your ear as you approached the next interview.
“Yeah, obviously,” You breathed before you could think rationally, closing the gap between yourselves and the reporter with a bright smile. Finn’s hand didn’t leave your body, fingers tensing when you admitted it.
Two nights after, you were in Paris. No premiere in the city, just a few interviews. That meant your evenings were free, which was gorgeous.
The first night, after a relatively short day of press, you were preparing for a nice early night. The door knocked. Crossing your fingers it wasn’t your publicist coming to tell you off for something, you twisted the door handle.
“Hey!” Your face broke into a smile of its own accord when you saw Finn, standing awkwardly in the doorway.
“Hi,” He said, fingers twitching at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them. “Do you wanna go out?”
“What do you mean go out?”
Finn panicked for a moment, mouth moving without sound as he tried to explain his idea.
“I just thought, you know, we’re in Paris, which is pretty amazing. And we’ve got this night off which is rare. We should go have some fun.”
You stared at him for a moment, calculating the risk vs reward. Finally, you nodded.
“Yeah, okay, why not?”
“Yeah?” Finn brightened, looking momentarily childlike.
“Yeah.”
Fifteen minutes later, you were both wrapped in hoodies, wandering down the streets of Paris together.
“Have you ever been here before?” He asked when there was a lapse in conversation. You shook your head, though you were sure the wonder in your eyes said enough. “We have to show you the full experience then! Come on.”
Finn had given you a pretty great impromptu tour of Paris. You’d gotten crepes at a tiny cafe, rented bikes to visit some of the closer monuments to your hotel, and snapped a whole lot of ridiculous tourist photos.
The tour ended in front of the Eiffel Tower, of course. It was long since closed for the night on account of it being almost two in the morning, so you and Finn hadn’t bothered going up close. Instead, you’d both taken a seat on a set of steps across the bridge, admiring the clear view of the monument.
Finn sat close, knees knocking as you talked quietly about nothing. How beautiful the city was, how lucky you felt.
“Here, let me take a photo of you,” He said, nudging you to stand up. You rolled your eyes with a small laugh, grinning nonetheless as Finn snapped a picture.
“Beautiful,” He mumbled, flipping his phone to show you. You didn’t think there was anything special about the photo, but warmth filtered through your chest at Finn’s smile.
“C’mon, take a selfie with me. Wanna remember this.” You pulled Finn in close, your bodies pressed up against each other as you took a burst of photos. Finn was slow to react, looking down at you in surprise before finally resigning himself to smiling, wonky in the way you loved.
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you popped up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Not just for the photo, not for press or promoting your film. Because you wanted to.
Finn made a noise in the back of his throat, and you pulled back immediately, putting a few steps of space between you.
“Sorry,” You mumbled, trying to keep it light.
“No!” Finn said, too quickly, “No, it’s not that. No problem.” You nodded, turning to admire the Eiffel Tower, in part to try and dissolve the weird tension blooming between you. “Actually, can I talk to you about something?”
You turned to face him, nodding slowly. “’Course.”
“I, um, fuck. Okay, I know we started off rocky and shit, but I always liked you. As I, um, as I told you. And now we’re friends, it’s been great — amazing, even. But I really like you. Like, as more than a friend. I have for a while. And I know this might be weird, so you can totally tell me to, like, fuck off or whatever, I wouldn’t blame you at all. But the press tour’s ending, we’re not gonna see each other for ages, probably, so I thought I’d tell you. In case.”
Finn knew he was rambling, but couldn’t stop, hands gesticulating wildly as he talked himself into a hole.
“Finn,” You said softly, hardly disturbing him as he wallowed in his own panic.
“—Actually, just forget it. Like, it’s totally fine. I don’t know why I even said it right now, stupid.”
He only stopped talking when you took another step closer, interlocking your fingers. Finn’s breath caught, looking down at you with wide eyes.
“I like you too, funnily enough. Now I know you’re not being a dick, you’re actually kinda funny, Wolfhard.” Finn’s lips flickered into a smile, almost disbelieving.
“Really?”
“Yeah, or didn’t you see me laughing like an idiot in that last interview? It’s like I was fifteen again, embarrass—”
Finn was kissing you. His lips were soft, sweet with the remnants of the chocolate crepe you’d had earlier. You untangled your hands from his, letting them come up to rest on his shoulders instead, meeting him with equal fervour.
You pulled apart after a few minutes, painfully aware you were in public, even if it was the middle of the night. When you pulled away, foreheads touching as you breathed each other’s air, the Eiffel Tower sparkled like everything in the world was right. Like you and Finn were right.
“C’mon, we’ve got interviews tomorrow, and we’ll both be crucified if we have dark circles.”
Back at the hotel, you didn’t invite Finn into your room, though your raging hormones were keen on the idea. You wanted to be responsible, take things slow, do it right.
“Night,” You whispered, though no one was going to hear you from inside their hotel rooms.
“Night.” You looked at each other for a long moment, hands lingering on the doorknobs, unwilling to be the first to open it.
In the blink of an eye, Finn was in front of you again, looping an arm around your waist to pull you in for another bruising kiss. You smiled into it, making it a little harder for him to get what he wanted, but you both tried hard nevertheless.
The following day of interviews was painful. You and Finn were both high on your adoration of each other, and it was deceptively hard to be subtle. You giggled at all the jokes you’d usually roll your eyes at, being way nicer than in the other interviews. Finn was just as bad, touchier than normal and trying harder to make you laugh.
Nobody said anything about it, but you knew your publicist had noticed — she probably knew you better than anyone.
“If anyone hasn’t seen the film yet, what would you say to them?” The interviewer asked with a smile.
“Um, first of all, what are you doing?” You asked with your press smile, knowing the joke was stupid.
“I would say, it’s two hot people arguing and making out. What more do you want?” Finn joked, and you covered his hand with your mouth, the two of you faux-fighting.
“What he means is that it’s a beautiful film about two young people who really grow up and find themselves, and have to get past their different views on life — oh my god, Finn, you can’t lick my hand!” You squealed, wiping your now-wet hand down his face, knowing you absolutely cannot get saliva on your borrowed designer outfits.
You knew you and Finn were being terrible promoters for this film, but it was a personal win that you hadn’t kissed him on camera yet. That’s really all you wanted to do — who cares about the movie, really?
IT'S 2 HOT PEOPLE ARGUING AND MAKING OUT | FINN & Y/N ON 'THE NIGHT WON'T FALL'
user34: ik theyre fucking i just cant prove it
user35: omg finn marry me 😍
user36: ugh i hope theyre together their chemistry is crazy
user37: the way he licked her hand????? finn is such a freak
user38: theyre absolutely into each other i know it
After two weeks of flights, interviews and premieres, it was all finally ending. There was no big fanfare or party like when you wrapped filming, but your team and Finn’s were getting dinner at a nice place in Paris.
You and Finn were squished in next to each other on the booth side of the long table. Mel had given you a pointed look when you slid in after him, but didn’t say anything. Everyone was dancing around the topic, but the night was nonetheless filled with joy.
You were halfway through a silly story about one of the hundreds of interviews when Finn’s hand landed lightly on your thigh. The words lagged in your mouth, eyes flickering down to where it sat. You recovered quickly, launching back in with only a moment of stuttering. Finn’s thumb began to move, caressing your leg with gentle strokes.
Dinner passed without a hitch, a lovely goodbye to an intense two weeks. When the waiter offered to take a picture of you all and the table bunched together, you were closer than necessary to Finn, cheeks practically pressed together as you beamed.
The restaurant was only a short walk from the hotel so the group all enjoyed the fresh air, you and Finn lingering behind.
“I can’t believe it’s all over,” You sighed, admiring the way the yellow street lights bounced off cobblestoned roads.
“Believe it or not, I’m gonna miss it.”
“You’re just gonna miss me gassing you up every day.” You giggled, nudging him with your shoulder, hands shoved in your coat pocket.
The elevator dinged as you climbed the floors, all of you crammed into the lift together. Finn was right behind you in the corner, fingers occasionally brushing the backs of your legs like he couldn’t help it.
“So what’s next for you?” You asked when you were alone again in the hallway, arms wrapped around yourself.
“Dunno. Heading home to my family for a bit, maybe work on some music. What about you?”
“That’s nice,” You hummed. No such comfort was waiting for you. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead yet, to be honest. I’ve got a new job in a few weeks, so I guess head back to my flat, see if any of my friends are in town.” Your smile was more of a grimace, rushing to try and unlock your hotel room. The idea of going back to an empty apartment in a city convenient for work but not your life was creating a sick knot in your stomach.
Finn caught it all, of course. He chased after you, grabbing your wrist as you stepped over the threshold into your room.
“Do you wanna come home with me?”
”What?” You looked up at him, hope pooling in your eyes.
“My family won’t care. I could show you around Vancouver, take you out on a real date?”
You were nodding before he’d even finished talking, throwing your arms around him with glee.
“Sounds perfect.” You planted a kiss on his lips, both of you grinning too wide for it to be smooth.
Whilst you may not have started out the right way with Finn, you’d learnt to believe everything worked out for a reason. If you’d gotten along from the start, who could say if you’d ever gotten to the point where you could call him your boyfriend? And what a shame that would have been. If this was the outcome, wandering around Vancouver hand in hand, returning to the Wolfhard house at the end of the day, you’d suffer through miserable jobs a hundred more times.
Despite a surprisingly stable Hollywood relationship, you didn’t work with Finn again until you were much older. Thirty-five, married, and well-respected artists in your own right, Finn finally directed you in a feature film.
The press tour brought you right back to being twenty-two, giggling at Finn’s dry humour and flirting too much on camera.
“You’re one of the internet’s all-time favourite celeb couples. How and when did it actually happen?” You’d been expecting the question; you and Finn had been private for a long time about your relationship, but with your life together feeling more settled as you got older, you were ready to share.
You and Finn exchanged a fond look, his thumb caressing your palm as he held your hand.
“Well, it’s kind of a funny story…” You beamed, the entire press tour coming to the forefront of your mind.
