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princess-of-inarizaki · 4 years

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hello ! if ur requests are currently open, can i get headcanons / scenario of inarizakis manager having a celeb crush (like finn wolfhard, louis partridge ALSO if u can, can u please make the celeb crush louis patridge ? im kinda desperate for sum louis x reader scenarios lawl) and they let them simp for him cuz it's just a crush right ? right, what they don't know is that manager-chan has made some attempts for him (their celeb crush) to notice them and they have successfully made him notice them bc manager chan is such a charm, so what will be their reactions if they see manager chan holding hands with the celeb crush that they didn't worry ab ? thank u in advance if u do it ! but it's fine if ur requests aren't open,, i just didn't see any posts ab ur requests being closed hehe also sorry if i did this wrong 😭 this is my first time requesting sumthn 😭😭

Louis Patridge x Inarizaki manager

Oh my goshhh hi bb. I'm so glad I was your first :D (yes, initially, requests were closed, unfortunately) but this was literally such a good one, I couldn't resist writing it. (I'm in love with Louis Patridge too, bubs)

Also, just a tip (if you're gonna request on anon, make sure you follow me, or have my profile saved because tumblr doesn't give you a notification when I've answered you 🥺🥺)

🦋; Inarizaki manager (reader) x Louis Patridge (celeb crush) x Inarizaki vbc ,, triggers: none!!

“Guys. DID YOU WATCH ENOLA HOLMES?” your breathless face was red due to fact that you've ran a long way, obviously to tell them this.

Atsumu and Osamu nodded in unison, “Yea, that Millie Bobbi Brown chick acted prett' well”

Suna rolled his eyes. “Hated it. Only watched it for Superman, though.”

Kita shrugged, walked up to you, and shook his head as he smoothed your hair down (the stray curls obviously came undone as you were running). “I don't watch fictious movies, y/n-san. Was it good?”

Eyes sparkling, you nodded. “It was more than good. Besides, that actor, Louis Patridge? The guy who plays Lord Tewkesbury? I think I'm in love with him.” a dream-like look glazed over your eyes as you stared at your phone wallpaper wistfully.

Suddenly, the bell rang, jolting you back to reality. “Oh that's right, I need to go to class now.”, and with that, you left six very stunned boys in the gym.

“I wonder what'll be of her crush on that' actor?” asked Atsumu with a smirk. Don't be fooled though, behind the easygoing exterior, he was the most concerned of the lot (and the most jealous).

“Yer' overthinking it. They live oceans apart, and he plays movies on the big screen.” drawled Osamu.

“Yeah, I'm sure one of us still has more chance with her than him, she's actually met us, after all.” chirped Akagi, with a positive note. He was determined to win you over, and a celeb crush didn't deter him in any way.

Suna nodded, whilst Kita and Aran exchanged looks. “It's important to be supportive of her though. Albeit it being merely a schoolgirl crush, this could mean a lot to her.” said Kita, and his tone invited no further disagreement.

Back at home that evening, thoughts of the handsome brown haired boy could not leave your mind, and you logged onto Instagram, hoping to see if he had posted any updates.

He had, and it was a selfie of himself, with his tousled hair in all its "I-just-got-out-of-bed" glory. Damn, this man was sexy.

Smiling, you typed out a comment. “No offense, but if being adorable was a crime, you'd have fine written all over you ˃ᴗ˂ ”. Yes, it was dorky, and cheesy all in one. But why not? He might not ever read it anyways, as your comment got swept underneath the hundreds of others that came after it.

Sighing, you settled down to study, with thoughts about the comment and Louis pushed out of your mind.

Meanwhile, as Louis scrolled through his comments, a single one caught his eye. She used a pickup line (how adorable) which caused his cheeks to redden. Tentatively, he surveyed her profile, before feeling the familiar sensation of having a crush, wash over him.

She was gorgeous, and although he knew he shouldn't stalk random pretty girls over the internet, he couldn't help himself. Her pictures showed her to be the manager of a club of some sort, and she was almost always posing with a teammate. A male, teammate.

But damn, that smile. Even if he felt a small pit of unfounded jealousy at the guys, her smile was enough to distract him from anything.

His fingers hovered over the "follow back" button, before he finally gave in to temptation by following her, commenting, and putting his phone away quickly, suddenly feeling like a schoolboy all over again.

That morning, before school, you could barely believe the notifications waiting for you on your phone.

"louispatridge_ is following you"

"louispatridge_ commented: nah, if anyone's fine, it's gotta be you ˃ᴗ˂ "

Of course, after having seven mini panic attacks, and fawning over him, you set out to tell your boys at the volleyball club the good news.

And all you could think about on the way there was how Louis Patridge somehow noticed you. It was unbelievable, and somehow turned your insides to jelly.

As soon as you reached the gym, you flung yourself on Atsumu, engulfing him in a hug. “Guys I'm so happy” you managed to choke out.

Atsumu obviously enjoyed holding you, and he gently wrapped his arms around you to feel your heart beating quickly

“To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you this early, y/n?” joked Aran.

Wordlessly, you dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone. “He thinks I'm fine. Fine means hot right? I mean, I used it meaning hot. Because he is hot. And he thinks the same of me, that's gotta be good? And the emoticon. He used the same one, he's so cu—”

But you were interrupted out of your whisper-babble by the boys' shocked faces. He noticed her? This fast? “I'm so happy for you, y/n” said Akagi cheerfully, but internally he was demotivated and sad at the prospect of you dating the young star.

Suna looked at you thoughtfully and ruffled your hair. “That's my girl. She's just as amazing and capable as those girls on the silver screen.” and although it pained him to say this, he just wanted to share your happiness.

The twins were withdrawn, and Kita congratulated you, whilst obviously feeling a bit regretful for dismissing it as a "schoolgirl crush".

In general, the boys were upset, but not surprised. If you had them all collectively whipped for you, why not a movie star?

After kissing Suna's cheek and waving the rest of the boys off, you skipped all the way to homeroom, excited to share the news with your friends.

Silence followed your absence as Aran shrugged. “So are we gonna acknowledge the elephant in the room?”

Atsumu pouted and glared at them all. “Why did he have to notice her? Was it her profile picture? I've always asked her to change it, she looks way too attractive.”

Osamu nodded and jutted his bottom lip. “I mean, we think she's the most beautiful girl in the world, and apparently other guys do too.”

“Oh God make it stop” whispered Suna. “I wish she'd just stay ours. I don't mind competing with you guys, I'm obviously better, but that actor dude? No chance.”

“We'll be supportive” reaffirmed Kita. “Above all, she's out friend and we do not own her. If this makes her happy, we won't ruin it.”. Akagi and Aran were quiet.

Ever since that day, you and Louis have been slowly but steadily growing closer and falling harder for each other.

He tried his luck by texting you, and although you were shy and tentative at first, getting to know the real him was refreshing.

And you really did like him. He was intelligent, adorable, and realistic. The two of you spent your time from dusk till' dawn talking, whether on call or on text.

And no one could deny the blossoming chemistry between yourself and Louis. He was a gentleman in every way, and his honeyed words stuck in your heart, finding its way to be replayed every time you felt down.

The boys slowly saw you drifting away. And when you weren't, it was always "Louis this—" or “Louis said—” and frankly their hearts couldn't take it anymore. It was time to give up, and love you as a friend instead.

But immersed in his attention you barely even noticed.

One day, Louis called you as you were heading home after practice. “y/n! Love, guess what?”

“aw bubs, just tell me. I hate guessing. Mostly because I suck at it.”

You could hear him chuckle on the other side of the line as he softly whispered “I'm coming to Japan on the ninth!”

“Wait, Louis. Today's the ninth.”

“I know. So are you gonna come to that bubble tea place you won't shut up about, or must I come get you?”

“You're joking”

“I'm not. I've wanted to surprise you, and I swear it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Which includes getting kicked by a horse on set, but nevermind about that, y/n, I want to see you, so get your arse here.”

“Coming, Lord Tewkesbury”

“I might have a kink.”

You blushed bright red at his words. “shut up oh my gosh, I'll be there.”

Louis ended the call with a small smile on his face. He knew how easily flustered you were with him and he loved it. It was just another thing on the list of all the reasons why Louis Patridge adored you to hell and back.

The whole way to the shop, your heart was pounding. So you'd finally get to meet the guy you've been dreaming about ever since you laid eyes on him in a movie.

Ever since those late night phone calls and early morning texts made your heart race and eyes sparkle with wonder.

You were finally meeting him.

The familiar sweet smell of the tea washed over you, and a familiar face waited for you at the entrance. His brown eyes looked gorgeous in the sun and his hair was tousled exactly the way you once saw in a selfie.

Wasting no time, you ran to him, pulling him to a hug. He laughed and caught you in his arms, holding you closer as your legs wrapped around his waist. No words were exchanged, just touches. There were too many words said already.

After pulling away, he gently stroked his thumb through your features. Tucking a strand aside, ruffling your hair. His hands ached to touch you, and now, finally, he could.

“You're such a dork.” was all you could whisper, afraid speaking loudly would break the spell.

“Your dork. All yours.”

“Louis!” your voice went an octave higher as the familiar warm sensation came over your cheeks, painting them a delicate pink.

“Oh God, I've always wanted to see you blush. How can you be so adorable?? Oh God.”

You whined in protest, but frankly, you were too happy to be around him to care much at all.

Tipping your chin to face him, Louis Patridge did the one thing he dreamt of doing, ever since he stalked through your Instagram profile one fateful morning.

He kissed you.

And wouldn't you know it? You kissed him back. It was warm, comforting, and everything you thought it'd be.

Meanwhile, the boys had finished cleaning up the gym, and started heading home.

“Hey guys, do you wanna go grab some bubble tea?” asked Aran. The prospect of food, or sweet things always cheered up the boys, and after a day of particularly grueling practice, it was no surprise they agreed at once.

You however, were comfortably nestled next to Louis as you swapped stories. Your hands never left each other, though. He kept stroking your palm, just to remind himself you were here, right next to him.

“So how's the volleyball club, Mrs. manager?”

“Mrs? Do I look like I'm married?” to which Louis responded with a shrug and wink.

Coincidentally, the Inarizaki boys entered the shop at that very moment, freezing in their tracks after seeing you in a booth with Louis.

“Psst. Guys. Loverboy's here.”

“Should we say hello?”

“I might cry if they kiss” whimpered Akagi.

“We need to say hello, it's the right thing to do.” said Kita sensibly, as he walked up to the two of you. “Hello y/n-san, Louis-san.” said Kita with a slight nod.

Happily, you rose from your seat and hugged the captain, thanking him for saying hi, as you introduced him to Louis.

Soon, the other boys came around and one by one, introduced themselves as well. Honestly speaking, they were jealous. How could they possibly get over someone like you? Someone as spectacular and beautiful as you? But when they saw you face shining with radiance as you smiled at Louis, and the way his hands never left yours, they understood.

And they wanted you to be happy. That was the most important thing, above all else for the both of them.

“I love you, manager-chan.”

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Finn Wolfhard x f!celebrity!reader

Genre: fluff

Description: A headcanon of how you and Finn go from gamer friends to romantic gamer friends.

Warnings: cheese, language

(A/N): I dont know if this is great??? but im having friends over in like 2 seconds, so im pulling this thing out of my drafts, because otherwise i will not be able to post today! this has to be better nothing.. right??? hsgshsgs

You were also an actor

Although you were never part of the Stranger Things or IT universe

And despite what people thought, not all actors and actresses that shared your young age spoke together

So you and Finn didn’t even talk for a long time

You only even contacted him because you found out from Twitter that you and him coincidentally were fans of a lot of the same things

(Fun fact: Finn knew this for a long time, but he was too shy to reach out to you)

You slid into his DMs and were like “I heard you like this game?”

And from then you two started talking and playing games together.

You, Finn, and Gaten had a little squad where you’d play games together

It could be anything from PUBG to Uno Online.

At one point you all had a charity livestream together than went on for 24 hours

You were hysterical

You drank like ten energy drinks

“YOU NEED TO PLOW THE FIELD, FOR FUCK’S SAKE” - You, in the midst of playing Farming Simulator 2019 18 hours into the stream

“EAT A GIANT PILE OF SHUT THE FUCK UP” - Also you, in the midst of playing Uno 23 hours into the stream

Needless to say it would be hard to convince you to do a stream like that again

But you did raise a lot of money for good :)

At some point you flew over and had a sleepover with Finn

Gaten was supposed to come but he got sick :(

So it was just you and Finn

And since you’d never actually met in person it was a tiny bit awkward at first

But very naturally you got comfortable with each other, just cuddling on the couch whilst watching a movie

After that sleepover (you had to leave the next day) you realized you had a crush on him

A huge one

And you were like “oh no, oh fuck, oh no”

Because you were CERTAIN he didn’t like you back

Meanwhile Finn:

“Y/n smells nice”

“Y/n looks nice”

“I want to hug Y/n”

“I want to cuddle, where is Y/n?”

This boy was wHIPPEd

And so were you, to be honest

But you both just kept talking like you usually did

Except now whenever Finn mentioned you in the slightest you’d feel heat on your cheeks

Thank god it was online, huh?

WRONG

After a couple more months of mutual attraction, yet no moves being made because y’all are both too shy and unsure of yourselves

You both had to go to Comic-Con

Him with Stranger Things

You with Marvel

You were stoked to talk to Gaten again and also meet a couple of their cast friends

But Finn

Oh man, oh man

You were SHAKInG

You were AVOIDING HIS EYES

And what’s worse is that you’d planned to sleep over at his hotel room and game all night with Gaten

When you did start your little LAN party, you tried to just focus on the game

and it mostly worked

But then Gaten passed out at around 3 AM (it wasnt his fault, you and finn hogged all the energy drinks and besides you were playing an embarrassingly boring game)

You and Finn decided to peace out too

You were in the bathroom brushing your hair, when Finn knocked on the door

“Come in!”

He walked in, looking more flustered than usual. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“I, uh, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

Now, you’re a fucking idiot, so your first thought was: Oh my god, has he figured out that I like him and hates me for it?

Thankfully, you were wrong

“I-I hope this doesn’t make this weird between us, but.. I really like you.. And I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date or something?”

You were stunned. You could cry.

It took every ounce of self control to not just jump on him in a kiss right then and there

“I’d like that” you said. At your words, Finn’s eyes snapped up to meet yours. He was grinning and so were you.

There was a moment where none of you seemed to know what to do, but then you stepped closer to him

He gulped, getting the message

Then, he leaned in slowly, eyes staring intently into yours

They fluttered closed and he kissed you, gently, hand on your cheek

He had not yet brushed his teeth so you could taste the bitter energy drink taste on his lips

But the moment was perfect

And you evolved from gamer friend to gamer friend that played Playstation in his lap and who kissed him a lot (Gaten was grossed out)

But somehow it was exactly as it should be

And you loved every moment of it :)

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ghostbustershq · 3 years

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Ghostbusters: Afterlife - Trailer 2 Full Breakdown

This is it, this is definitely it!

A meaty and goosebump-evoking trailer just dropped today for Ghostbusters: Afterlife.

Much like the first trailer, the main focus of this is the family - forced to move to Oklahoma after falling on tough times. Janine, Terror Dogs, Mini Pufts, and Ghostbusting in motion as Jason Reitman has referred to it are all here. There’s a whole lot here to unpack, plus a whole lot that I’m sure we still haven’t seen. In fact, I would argue that we now have a pretty complete picture of what’s in store come November and are being shown just enough to tide us over until the fall.

This was a solid trailer. It hit all of the right notes. It invoked goosebumps on several occasions. And oh boy, does it demonstrate that Jason Reitman wasn’t kidding when he told us hardcore nerds that if we loved easter eggs, we were in for a treat.

Let’s break it down, shall we?

A GREAT MOM

The trailer begins with a very quiet and intimate bit of dialogue between Paul Rudd’s Mr. Grooberson and Carrie Coon’s Callie.

The two sit at a table, and while the trailer frames it to appear to be Spinners, a quick glimpse at the wall next to the two in a later shot shows they’re actually in a Chinese restaurant. In fact, I love that Grooberson has what looks to be one of the deluxe Benihana cocktails in a ceramic glass in front of him. Grooberson tells Callie that she’s a great mom, but she’s not so sure. Callie feels like she’s been a great mother to her oldest, Trevor (Finn Wolfhard). But feels like her introverted daughter Phoebe (McKenna Grace) keeps her at a distance. There’s a sense that Callie and Phoebe can’t find much common ground, and for this her mother is struggling.

I really love how the trailer gently brings us into the world, helps set the stage, and gives us several glimpses of some of the incredible cinematography in store from Eric Steelberg.

AN AWKWARD, NERDY KID

Grooberson’s dialogue reassures Callie that what Phoebe is going through is normal. He calls her an “awkward, nerdy kid” to imagery of her at school being teased. Ghostbusters: The Video Game fans concerned about if the story and events from the game will somehow be referenced or acknowledged in some way will probably quickly notice the Doritos product placement. Hours of gameplay has trained them well.

Anyway, not only is Phoebe failing to connect with her mother on a deeper level, but it appears that she’s an outsider at school as well. It makes the friendship we know she’s to have with Podcast (Logan Kim) that much sweeter. And you feel for her right out of the gate here, hoping that she’ll find that friend as soon as possible.

Callie and Grooberson’s conversation comes to a conclusion with Phoebe’s mother just wishing, “she’d get into some trouble.” As her mother laments about her daughter needing to be bold and a little more adventurous, we see a continuation of the scene from the first trailer in which Phoebe solves a puzzle built into the floor of the farmhouse in order to find a hidden ghost trap. Perhaps Ghostbusting is exactly the trouble the young and brainy kid needs?

As we, the audience, see the familiar ghost trap, there’s quite literally a drum roll added to the music scoring of the trailer. Perhaps Ghostbusting is exactly the trouble we need too.

JANINE, YOU HAVEN’T CHANGED

The trailer continues with the Trevor dialogue we heard in the first trailer as he explains to Lucky (Celeste O’Connor) that they’re broke and the only thing they have is a “creepy old farmhouse” left to them by their grandfather. But that is the lead in to our first major surprise of the trailer: a glimpse of Annie Potts’ return as Janine Melnitz!

Janine jokes to Callie that her father wasn’t much of a homemaker. “He could hardly keep the power on,” Janine says with a chuckle. If there was any question of the family lineage, this trailer solidifies that Callie and her family are Spengler through-and-through.

It should be noted at this point that the quiet music that accompanied the beginning of the trailer suddenly has these eerie choral notes added to it. Adding a little bit of that paranormal/otherworldly feeling but keeping the trailer light and playful. I’m not sure if this is Rob Simonsen’s score, but if I had to guess given the way the music builds and shifts, this is an original music bed for the trailer only.

It’s also interesting to see how we’ll be able to revisit the past in the film by use of footage from the original (as seen in the YouTube videos playing on various computers) but also the use of one of my favorite set photography moments framed and displayed in the farmhouse presented as a personal photograph. I know, given how some people reacted to seeing a headshot of Sean Connery used in an Indiana Jones film, these types of touches can take people out of a film. But I think the trailer gives us a great idea of how these moments will be integrated and I love it.

The trailer takes a hard turn with a great back and forth between Callie and Janine. Callie tells Janine that it sounds like her father has left her nothing. Janine playfully retorts, “Well, I wouldn’t say nothing.” This line is masterfully juxtaposed with Trevor opening the barn doors to find the Ectomobile housed under a tarp. The music comes to a crescendo as Trevor lifts the tarp and reveals the Ghostbusters Mooglie logo.

Let’s call this goosebumps moment number one.

THE ONLY ONE WITH AN ENGINE

It’s this part of the trailer where it does something that’s a rarity these days, and that I appreciate so much: the music takes a breath and completely drops off to give us a small vignette of a scene from the film. Phoebe enters the barn to find Trevor working on the Ecto. She ribs him that, of all the broken down cars on the farm, he’s chosen “the station wagon.” Trevor responds that his vehicle of choice was the only one with an engine.

The music and percussion come back in full force to score Trevor on a joy ride through the wheat fields of the farm. He seems to be having a good time.

So am I… this was definitely goosebumps moment number two.

A STORM COMING

Act Two of the trailer starts with a dark and ominous storm coming into Sumerville. There’s trouble in small town Oklahoma. Grooberson reiterates his line about a town with no faultlines shaking on a daily basis to Trevor and Phoebe. Only this time, he receives a response: “Maybe it’s the apocalypse.” Phoebe delivers the line to Grooberson with such amazing deadpan earnestness that you can tell she and grandpa might have a whole lot in common. Including their sense of humor.

The line gives us a good chuckle to break the tension but also sets the stage for what’s to come in the trailer: exactly what Phoebe has predicted.

EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON

As Phoebe tells us that “Egon came here for a reason,” an archival piece of footage and dialogue from the first film plays on her laptop: the commercial playing on Dana Barrett’s television at 55 CPW. As the original Ghostbusters give you their sales pitch, this is where the trailer really kicks into modern trailer overdrive.

Flashes of imagery including the PKE meter, Mini Puft mayhem at Wal-Mart, and more quickly breathe in and out. In fact, if this trailer is our Christmas present in July, this is where we’re unwrapping and unpacking what’s inside the box.

But we also get glimpses of a creepy underground temple with some pretty intense architecture and even creepier statue work. Terror dog/human hybrid statues flanking what looks to be a pharaoh with wings. And gaunt peasants all reaching out to it all. Did Sumerians have pharaohs? Or is this something else? Certainly seems like if there were Gozer worshippers out there, this might be a stone tribute to them.

The kids discover the terrifying temple and Trevor gives us an “oh my god” to punctuate as they see what we see.

NICE DOGGY, CUTE LITTLE POOCH

Right about this part of the trailer is where my brain explodes and I’m not sure where to start. Imagery is rapid fire as the shit hits the fan.

Phoebe looks into a cauldron in the temple (where there’s numbers behind her that we’ll have to analyze further at some point). And the cork pops on the bottle. As she does so, there’s a terrifying growl in the background foreshadowing some familiar imagery we’re about to see.

But before we get to that, two incredible things are seen as well: familiar purple PKE trails that look a whole lot like those that explode from the firehouse and converge at Spook Central. And, as Grooberson’s line about New York City looking like “The Walking Dead” is repurposed to sound like he’s talking about Sumerville, there’s an incredible physical creature design sitting at a lunch counter. A half-decomposed cabbie maybe? Wearing a 1970’s collar and neckerchief. To my eye, I’d be willing to bet that’s the work of Arjen Tuiten and his team of creature designers. And it’d make Steve Johnson proud.

Plus it’s such a funny image of this corpse sitting at a lunch counter, and the waiter is pour him coffee like it ain’t no thing. I love it.

Back to man’s worst friend: the terror dogs make several appearances in the trailer. First as a cool half-manifested entity above Groobersen and again chasing the poor guy out of a Wal-Mart. Is Groobersen haunted by these things like Louis Tully? Or is something else going on here?

IN A SPIRITUAL SENSE, OF COURSE

If there was a moment that I expected Ray Parker Jr.’s iconic theme song to kick into full gear, this would have been it. The icing on the cake of the trailer, after we see the dead rising from the grave and all hell breaking loose, is Trevor, Phoebe and Podcast all in the Ecto chasing after what we now know is Muncher. The editorial of this is insanely cool. And we get to see the Remote Trap Vehicle (RTV) deployed from the Ecto and how it’s used in the pursuit of Muncher. We’ve seen the gunner seat, but the beats that this moment in the trailer hit, well…

Goosebumps moment number three.

VENKMAN, WE’RE NOT HOME

After all the debate among friends if there would be a “Chewie, We’re Home” moment in this trailer - where we’d see one of the original Ghostbusters live and in the flesh, we got the perfect tease. As Grooberson, Phoebe and Podcast watch the conclusion of the original 1984 ad, the trailer closes with a phone ringing inside a very familiar looking Occult Book shop.

Tattooed arms (I’ve tried with everything I can to see what the tattoo says) pick up the phone and the familiar voice of Dr. Ray Stantz (Dan Aykroyd) curtly tells whomever is on the other end of that phone that, “We’re closed.” A perfect little tease if you ask me. Let’s save seeing Peter, Ray and Winston on-screen to the main event.

#ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters (2020)#jason reitman #trailer #trailer breakdown

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jomarchlover · 4 years

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Heather

Hi guys! This is my first fanfic that I have ever posted, so sorry if it’s a little cringey or something. I hope y’all enjoy! Love you guys<3

Summary: You are a new member of the stranger things cast and you are getting interviewed with the rest of the cast.

Lots of fluff and gender neutral.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of anxiety and feeling less than.

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“So y/n were you scared to start working with your other cast members since you came in on the third season?” The interviewer asked looking over at you expectantly.

“Um yes I was extremely scared. I felt so anxious the entire casting process and then I was so happy to get the role, but then I started feeling really anxious again thinking about how I was going to be acting around some really talented people and of course I didn’t want to mess up and ruin the production. Before I first met the cast I cried for like an hour and finally my mom told me just be the best you can be and so I walked in there with my head held high and immediately went to the farthest corner away from everybody. I was so shy for about the first three weeks of filming but I realized it was affecting my acting so I decided to just completely go for it and be myself and I am so glad I did, because I have made some of the best friends possible.” You rambled on. Slightly blushing after realizing you had just revealed a lot about yourself.

“Oh y/n/n you're going to make us cry” Finn said wiping away fake tears. The heat instantly started rushing into your cheeks. You had liked Finn since the first time you met. He was so cute and nice and also liked similar bands to you. You guys instantly bonded over your love of vinyl.

“Yeah y/n was so shy when they first came on the show we all thought at first they just didn’t like us, but it didn’t take much for us to realize they were just nervous to talk to everyone. The duffers even came to us and told us that at first y/n would probably be very shy but would slowly begin to open up to us. I remember the first time they laughed at a joke and everyone just kinda stopped and looked at them. They have one of the sweetest laughs.” Milly said.

Your heart warmed to Millie’s compliment and you gave her a little kpop heart while blushing. You should really get this blushing under control. It was getting ridiculous at this point.

“Oh y/n/n don’t get all embarrassed on us.” Caleb says laughing reaching over to pinch one of your now inflamed cheeks.

“Sorry I just get so embarrassed remembering how shy I was. I have grown so much since then, and the cast has really helped me gain so much confidence.” You said honestly looking at the interviewer.

“Y/n is like the cast’s baby.” Finn says looking over you.

“I am not.” They reply sassily. Everybody busts out laughing.

“Okay now the next question is for Finn.” The interviewer says looking over at Finn with an evil glint in his eye. You began to feel nervous. He was going to get a bad question wasn’t he.

“Shoot,” Finn says nonchalantly.

“I heard a rumor that you had a crush on one of your castmates while filming. Is this true?”

Now it was Finn’s turn to begin blushing. You had never heard of him having a crush on someone before. Was it Milly? You had thought you and Finn were pretty good friends now why wouldn’t he have told you?

“Man where do you guys get this info? You gotta tell me your source man.” Says Finn jokingly.

“Oh come on now don’t be shy Finny, tell the nice man the truth.” Milly said in a sing-song voice.

“Yeah come on Finn,” said Noah in the back. “Don't be shy.”

“Umm well I guess I may have had a small crush on one of the cast members.”

“Can we hear any details?”

“Well I’m not going to give any details but they are one of the sweetest, most beautiful people in the entire world and I still can’t believe that I was so lucky to even work in the same room as them.

“Wow that doesn’t sound like a little crush that sounds a lot like love my friend.” The interviewer says jokingly to Finn.

After that little escapade the interview seemed to end quite shortly after. It had actually been a lot of fun. You had never been interviewed on tv before, but still even amidst all the excitement you couldn’t help but think back to Finn's crush. Who was it? Was it Natalia? Maya? Sadie? Gaten? There were so many options each of your castmates were extremely beautiful and talented and smart, in a way that you could never be. Your mood immediately dampened thinking of that. In the words of Conan Gray “I wish I were Heather,” right about now. You continued walking along with the cast back to the suv that had taken you to the interview. You were first to the car so you did the courteous thing and climbed into the very back row. Finn right at your heels. Noah and Millie sat in the next row and Caleb sat in the front seat. Each of you had a lot of space since Gaten and Sadie didn’t come to this interview due to scheduling conflicts, yet Finn still sat so close to you could feel your leg touching against his.

Not five minutes into the ride everyone except you and Finn were immersed into a very loud and heated discussion about their thoughts on whether or not the french fries from McDonalds tasted better than the french fries from Wendy’s. Personally you didn’t like french fries so you just continued to stare out of the window to look at the scenery.

After a minute or two you felt two eyes boring into the side of your head, you turned slightly to your right and saw that finn was staring at you. Why was he looking at you? Dang you had a booger didn’t you? Oh god if you had a booger and finn saw it you would probably die from embarrassment.

“Okay I can’t handle not knowing do I have something on my face? Please just tell me.” You said turning fully towards finn and looking deep into his dark brown eyes.

“You.. uh. No..you don’t.. I just.. ugh. “

You sat patiently waiting for him to finish. Still staring at him expectantly he visibly sighed and looked back towards you.

“I mean no you don’t have any thing on your face other than your facial features.”

You laughed a little noticing his odd wording.

“Well that is good to hear because I thought I saw you looking at me and wasn’t for sure If I did or not.”

Finn let out a small jittery chuckle “No. Nope. You're totally good. Everythings good. I'm good. YOu're good. You look goo-.”

Your eyes widened, was he just about to say you looked good? Did he think you were pretty? No get that out of your head he clearly likes someone else, someone you're probably friends with and like too. Now that you couldn’t get your mind off of the topic again you decided to be brave and ask him about it.

“So..” You said turning your head towards him. He looked back at you looking nervous about what you were gonna say next. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable because I know it’s none of my business, but how come you never told me you had a crush on one of our cast mates?

“Oh so you heard that.” He said, turning his head to look down at his feet.

“Well yeah I think everyone heard that.” You said sarcastically. “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to tell me but if you wanna talk about it I can keep a pretty good secret.”

“Oh I know that. Remember that one time Sadie whispered something to you and you couldn’t stop laughing for like three hours straight? Filming literally got pushed back a day, and you wouldn’t tell anyone what she had told you because she asked you to keep it a secret.”

You felt yourself giggling thinking about what she had told you trying to get a reign on yourself you forced yourself to stop focusing on the joke and start focusing on something else. “Wow I’m surprised you remember that if I'm being completely honest. I mean you weren’t even in that scene.”

“Yeah but I like to watch you.” His eyes widened and he suddenly turned to look at your reaction. “I mean I like to watch you act because you’re a great actor/actress.”

Your cheeks began to redden at his words. He likes to watch you. He liked to watch you. He thought you were a great actor/actress. You kept repeating his words in your head and you felt yourself get more giddy each time you rethought of his previous words.

“You’re a pretty good actor yourself Mr. Wolfhard.”

“Thank you.” Now Finn was blushing. He looked so cute when he blushed. Well really he looked so cute when he did anything. You suddenly felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Gosh you wished you could just kiss his freckled cheeks. Sadly, you thought that might give away that you have a crush on him. You knew you were staring but you just couldn’t make yourself stop. He was so gorgeous.

You both quickly made eye contact and looked away at each other. He likes someone else you had to repeat to yourself. You felt nauseous thinking about Finn with someone else but you wanted your friend to be happy. You were so curious so you decided to bring it up one last time.

“So do I get to know who the lucky person is that you have your eyes set on? I’ll even guess and you can tell me if I get it right or wrong if you are comfortable with that.”

“Yeah I don’t think you’ll guess correctly but you can try.”

You sat for a second and tried to think of everything that was said about this person. “Okay well apparently they are one of our cast mates and they’re very sweet, beautiful and talented. That could really be anyone now that i’m thinking about it.” You began stroking your imaginary beard.

Finn was just watching you with an amused look on his face.

“Okay I have my first official guess.”

“And who would that be my love?”

“The only person who I truly believe matches that description is David.” You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself.

“OMG how did you know?!” Finn says dramatically.

Tapping your forehead you whispered in your best british accent, “Just a brilliant mind I guess.”

“You are so close yet so far away from the correct answer.” Finn said in mock disappointment.

“Hmm who could it be. Who could it be.” As soon as you finished talking Millie's joyful laugh ripped through the van, and as you turned to Finn as he turned to Millie. You immediately knew who he liked. He liked- no loved Millie as the interviewer had put it. You could never compete with her. Milly was confident, gorgeous, kind and smart. All things that you seriously lacked.

Once everything died back down Finn turned to you and said, “Okay final answer. If you get this one wrong I guess you'll never know who The Finn Wolfhard likes.” After seeing the loving look he gave Millie you really didn’t want to keep playing this stupid game. It was clear to you now all the moments that you had ignored between them but you couldn’t continue to do that. There was clearly a lot of chemistry between the two, and who were you to stand in between that?

“Okay but for real I know who you like.” You said suddenly leaned closer to make sure not to give away the secret to prying ears. As much as you loved them you wouldn’t tell Finn’s secret no matter what.

“It’s Millie.”

Finn suddenly gave you a baffled look. “Wow for a second I thought you were going to say the correct answer, but clearly not.”

“Don’t be rude and you don’t have to lie to me anymore. Jokes over. I know the truth and so do you.” You turned back away the second you felt the tears begin to burn at the back of your eyes. Oh no. This was just great you were going to start sobbing next to your crush just because he doesn’t like you. You felt so pathetic. You never thought a boy would have this much hold over you. How had you even let this happen? This is absolutely ridiculous.

Almost as if he could sense you getting upset Finn leaned in close to you and whispered into your ear, “I don’t like Millie. I only have eyes for one person and they’re sitting right next to me.”

You didn’t turn around but you knew he saw your back stiffen as soon as he said the words.

“If this is a joke I will never speak to you again.” You said slowly turning towards him wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“I would never joke about something this important y/n/n. The first time I saw you, I immediately knew I wanted to be your everything. You make me feel a way no one else ever has. I get all tongue tied around you and I get butterflies in my stomach, but it’s so worth it if I get to be by your side even for a second. I have loved you and will continue to love you for the rest of my life.”

You were in disbelief at his words. You would've never imagined he could have ever felt this way about you.

“I feel the same way about you, Finny. You’re the sweetest person I have ever met.”

And then you were both smiling like fools at each other. You probably stared at each other for ten minutes straight before you each turned away. But you let out a happy sigh when Finn’s hand found your own and you intertwined your pinky’s together.

That's how you sat for the rest of the ride. Neither of you spoke or looked at each other. You both just continued to look out of the windows and revel in the fact that you both liked each other.

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hope for the underrated youth

Bucky Barnes x OC!Son x Daughter!Reader

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Warnings; Angst, kidnapping, HYDRA, mentions to torture, swearing?

Word Count; 2.2k

A/N; Face claim for Wyatt is Finn Wolfhard!

Bucky Barnes had been blessed with twins, you and your brother, Wyatt. But a blessing became a curse when you both turned four years old and where taken by HYDRA during the night while everyone else was sleeping. Both of you went through things you should never have, you were tested on, trained and used. They had given you powers, you could turn invisible, something that you could never control. Wyatt hadn't gotten any powers, but they had done an experiment of both of you because you were twins, they wanted to see if fraternal twins could be linked and feel what each other was feeling, whether it be physical or emotional. You weren't allowed to remember anything about your past. But you, you always held on to the memory of the man with the metal arm putting you into bed. You didn't know who he was, but you remembered his voice and his face so vividly. While HYDRA had you and Wyatt in their grip, Bucky had torn apart every HYDRA base and possible agent in a futile attempt to try and locate you and your brother. But he never did, not even a clue as to where either of you was being held.

The apartment that your handler had rented was nice, not anything fancy, but a definite upgrade from what you used to be kept in. You still had to share a room with your brother, but you didn't mind, at least you both had a bed that sat in a frame and not on a hard, cold concrete floor. But no matter where and what you slept on, you couldn't shake the memories that you weren't supposed to remember. It was always the same thing you remembered.

"But daddy, I no tired!" You whined. Bucky laughed as he carried you out of the living room and into yours and your brother's shared room. Wyatt was passed out in his own bed, while you were complaining about having to go into yours.

"Wyatt said the same thing, sweetheart," He said. You pouted as he tucked you in.

"Are you gonna be gone tomorrow?" You asked him sadly. Bucky sighed and sat on the edge of your bed.

"Not tomorrow, but it won't be for long," He told you. You nodded and yawned. "And there was you not being tired," He commented. You giggled and he kissed the top of your head.

"Night night, daddy," You said quietly.

"Good night, Y/N," He left your room and closed the door. As much as you tried to fall asleep, you just couldn't. You had a weird feeling in your stomach, like the one you had when you were going to be sick. Eventually, you fell asleep. When you woke up at 3 am, you saw something weird in the corner of yours and Wyatt's room. You slipped out of your bed and ran over to Wyatt's.

"Wyatt, get up!" You whisper yelled. He whined and turned around to face you, but then moved back when the previously hunched figure in the corner of your room stood behind you. They picked you up and you screamed. "Let me go! Daddy!-" "Your father isn't coming, for either of you," The person said. You both passed out due to some gas that they had let off in your room. It was the last time you were ever in control of what you did.

You woke up with a gasp, covered in a small layer of sweat. You looked around to find that you weren't in that room you didn't recognize and it was all a weird dream that you kept having and couldn't get rid of. You looked over to the other side of the room and saw your brother laying on the bed across from yours. You sighed, thinking about the plan you had been thinking about for weeks. You wanted to run away, and try to find out what you are, who you are. The bag under your bed had been packed for months, in case you ever got the guts to go through with your plan. But you had enough, you were gonna do it, tonight. You reached under your bed to grab the Nike bag that was hidden by a box. You took it, and turned invisible, walking out of your room quietly and down the dark hall of the apartment you were in.

"Y/N, go back to bed," You knew that voice, it was the one of the man you used to call dad. You turned visible again and looked around, you weren't quite sure who that was anymore, but there was something about his voice that you could trust, and feel safe in. But you were far from safe at this exact moment as you wandered into the living room. On the couch sat your handler, Robbie.

"You were warned about leaving without my permission, kid," You said nothing and kept your eyes glued to the floor. A part of Robbie wanted to let you and Wyatt go home, take you back to your dad and accept the fact that Bucky Barnes would probably kill him on the spot for taking his children away from him.

"I'm sorry," You said quietly. Robbie sighed and stood up, walking towards you. "I just wanna go outside," You told him.

"I can't let you, you know that better than anyone. Go back to bed and we can forget that this ever happened, alright?" Reluctantly, you nodded and walked back to the room you were sleeping in. A sickly crack came from the living room, making you turn invisible. Slowly, you crept into the living room and froze in the spot, seeing about 10 people dressed all in black and covered head to toe in tactical gear.

"That's one of the twins, grab her," One of them said. You figured they were talking about you, and that your fear had caused you to become visible again. Someone tried to move towards you, but you ran back to your room and slam the door shut, waking up Wyatt.

"What's going on? Why are you up?" Wyatt asked you. Everything had gone silent as you moved towards your brother.

"There are people here, we have to l-"

"Leaving so soon?" A voice came from the hallway. Wyatt stood up and moved you behind him protectively, you didn't bother to remind him that he was only 25 minutes older than you, something you would always remind him about. "Robbie, he was too soft on both of you. The hesitation on keeping you here with us, where you rightfully belong shone through him. He couldn't be left in charge of both of you, you're far too important to us," He continued.

"So you killed him?" You asked them rhetorically. He laughed and held his arms open triumphantly.

"I didn't kill him personally. But he had to go, and now, so do you two," He said seriously. You and Wyatt moved back as he moved forward towards you. "If you don't come willingly, we will still take you, we just won't be so nice about it,"

"Oh, you were being nice about it?" Wyatt asked him. The man in front of both of you grabbed Wyatt and pushed him behind him into the arms of the HYDRA agents. "Y/N!" He yelled as he was dragged out. It left you alone in the room.

"So, Y/N, will you go willingly, or will I have to use force?" He asked, bending down to get in your face. You swallowed your fear, and in a small moment of bravery, you uppercut him and made a dash for the window. "You little bitch!" You looked at him, and then down at the ground. You shook your head in disbelief, you were probably going to kill yourself, but that sounded better than going back to HYDRA. You smashed the window and went to jump out, but he caught your foot. You yelped as you felt it dislocate. "And where do you think you're going?"

Bucky frowned as he looked at the pictures of you and your brother on his phone. The feeling of walking into your room first thing in the morning and seeing neither of you there, it never left. It had felt as though someone had stolen his heart and sealed up his lungs so no air could get in, or out. It was as if his lungs would explode, even though they felt empty. It had been 11, long years for Bucky Barnes. 11 long years since he failed his job as a father to protect his daughter and son, he had failed catastrophically.

"Buck, come on, we're here," Steve snapped Bucky out of the trance he was in and frowned down at him. HYDRA missions were the toughest for Bucky, but he knew HYDRA best, and they couldn't go in with limited knowledge, especially with HYDRA. Bucky put his phone down and looked at the grey building a few miles away from them, they would have to trek through snow and woods to get to the base. God, he hoped that neither of you was being held here, in all honesty, he hoped that you were dead. He would rather you be dead and at peace than be in HYDRA, no one should have to endure what HYDRA puts people through, it was a fate worse than death.

"How many are in the base?" Bucky asked Steve, who sat down on the bench beside him.

"The scan picked up 12 heat signatures," Steve said. Bucky nodded and looked out into the white plains of the snow. "Do you still think they're out there?" Steve asked. It didn't take a genius to figure out who Steve was referring to. Bucky sighed and looked at Steve.

"The parental part of me wants to think that they are, that they managed to get away. But the logical side of me hopes to God that they died before anything happened to them, but I don't-I can't-" Bucky was choking up, so Steve put his hand on Bucky's back to tell him it was okay and that he understood, he didn't need to keep talking about it.

"Let's go, the sooner we get this intel the quicker we can get out of here," Steve changed the subject. Bucky stood to his feet and the pair of super-soldiers begun their trek into the snow. In a matter of minutes, they were outside of the base and taking down the few agents that were there.

"Captain America, Sergeant Barnes. How very nice to see you," Bucky and Steve looked to the platform above them and saw a man of about 30 years old standing there, a smug look directed at Bucky on his face. "My name is Klaus Mitchelson,"

"We didn't ask, nor do we care," Bucky told him. Klaus frowned and shook his head.

"Sargeant, how long have your children been missing?" Klaus asked Bucky, who visibly tensed. "Y/N and..." "Wyatt," Bucky finished. "What the hell do you know about them?" Bucky asked angrily. Steve looked around and saw four people standing behind Klaus, two of them being held by people behind them.

"I know more than you think. What if I told you they were in this room, and you just couldn't see them?" Bucky's heart was going a mile a minute. "But it would be nothing more than a cruel lie. Your children are dead, Mr. Barnes," Klaus finished. Steve stood in front of Bucky to stop him from going up and killing Klaus.

"Buck, stop-"

"He killed them, Steve. They were four years old," Bucky said, trying to seem angry, but it came out broken. "They must've been so scared," He said. Steve looked back up and saw that Klaus had gone.

"We need to get out of here, it must've been a trap," Steve said. Bucky shook his head and growled lowly.

"No. I need to find the son of a bitch-"

"Let me go!" You screamed. You were thrown down onto the floor and grunted, Wyatt following after. "Where are we?" You asked your brother, who helped you to your feet. Bucky had frozen, so had Steve.

"I don't know, stay close, alright?" You nodded and looked down, seeing the person that was always in the memory you clung to.

"Dad?" You said quietly, just loud enough for Bucky to hear you. Wyatt looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows. "Wy, let me go," You told him. Wyatt shook his head and gave you a serious look.

"Y/N, no. We don't know who it is," He told you. You shook your head and tried to get your arm out of your brother's grip.

"We do! It's dad!" You cried.

"Wyatt, please, please believe your sister," Bucky begged. Wyatt looked down and felt what you did, the remembrance of your dad.

"Are-are you real? You're not here to play tricks on us?" Wyatt asked. Bucky sighed and nodded. "Tell us something only you would know,"

"Y/N used to beat the life out of you if you got a hug from me first when I picked you guys up from school," Bucky told you both. You looked to Wyatt and nodded gently, and started to walk down the stairs. Bucky wasn't sure if he had fully reacted to the situation, that you were both alive and...semi-okay. But you, you felt overwhelmed. The room around you collapsed and you passed out, straight into Bucky's arms. "I hope you looked after her," Bucky told his son, who nodded. " 'Course I did. No one else was there to do it, who better else than me?"

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misplacedxeggos · 4 years

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Preference - Realising They’re In Love

Cast

JAEDEN "Remind me why we're doing this again," Jaeden asked confused as to what was happening

"It's slightly raining so I wanna go dance in it and take a video so I can make it a live photo for my lock screen."

You gave him puppy eyes and stuck out your bottom lip to help your case

"Yeah, okay, fine. But I'll have you know this is extremely cheesy" He laughed at you

You excitedly propped your phone up against the window where it wouldn't get wet and played some calming music

"May I have this dance?" You overdramatically asked him as you extended your right hand

He rolled his eyes at you and softly took your hand

He waltzed around with your for a while and spun you

The whole time he was thinking

i'm so damn lucky

holy shit they're the best thing that could've happened to me

He ended the dance with a sweet kiss

WYATT You had been on edge the whole week waiting for a letter from your dream college

Wyatt was waiting patiently with you to see what happened

The moment that you got it you ran over to his house

"Oh my god, Wyatt it came!"

You watched as he came bounding down the stairs

"What does it say?"

"I haven't opened it yet. I wanted to be with you."

Wyatt urged you to open it and while you did he watched you in awe

You read it while Wyatt took in your facial expressions trying to gauge how to react

"I got in!"

He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your middle and spinning you around

she's going to be the death of me

JACK Jack had been teaching you how to skateboard for the past month

You were terrified but still tried to take some interest in things he was

Jack held onto your hand to help

He got distracted after a while so you tried it by yourself

You failed miserably and fell on your back

Jack heard the fall and rushed to your side

He was scared that you would yell at him for leaving you

You started to laugh instead

"Oh my god. I'm awful." You said through the laughter

Jack let out a breath of relief and joined in on your laughter

god they're the best

FINN The Wolfhard brothers rarely go live on Instagram

So when they do you get a notification

You hadn't seen either of them since quarantine started happening

Every day you would text Finn and sometimes face-time

You were texting Finn when Nick went live

As soon as he did, you clicked on it and commented "hi🙃"

The comments blew up with "omg Y/n is here!!!!" "hiiiii Y/N" "they're so cute"

Nick chuckled and yelled at Finn across the room, "Your girlfriend/boyfriend is on"

Finn pretended to be hurt and said, "They chose you over me??"

Y/N: "of course Nick is far superior"

Nick guested you and talked about the most random things

Finn loved how you got along with his brother and texted you "i love you"

He saw your reaction on the live and knew he was going to marry you one day

Characters

BILL Bill had given you many rides on his bike before

But this time he paid attention to how your arms wrapped around his middle

He felt your heartbeat against his back and how calm you seemed

He listened to when you would take a deep breath in

The whole time he wanted to turn around and look at you

When he would slow to a stop you placed a small kiss on his shoulder

Bill desperately wanted to kiss the freckles on your face and shout that you were his

He wasn't scared about other people around you two

He was solely focused on maintaining your happiness at all times

STAN You were sitting on a park bench with Stan and looking at birds

He was ranting about all different types to you

When he found one that he thought you would like he passed his binoculars over

You took in all the information to try and have a conversation

You kept asking questions about different types of birds

Usually, he wanted to have silence to watch them

But soon realised that he didn't care as long as you were there

It was cute that you were trying to find interest in his activities

He got caught up in his thoughts of how nice you were, how your hair smelled and your twinkling eyes

EDDIE Eddie had gotten punched in the face by Bowers

You obviously defended him but it didn't take away the fact that he was bleeding on his cheek

You took him into your bathroom to clean him up

Before you could put the sanitizer on the cut, Eddie's hand stopped you

"Woah, woah, woah. What are you doing?" He frantically asked

"I'm helping you out man. Just let me clean it."

"First you need to wash it off then sanitize and then bandage it up."

"Fine." You mumbled

Eddie watched as your eyebrows scrunched together in frustration

Though you did as he had asked since he knew more than you

He knew you meant well and just wanted to help him out

As you tried not to hurt him you stuck your tongue out in concentration

Eddie couldn't help but wish he didn't have to leave due to how close you both were

His breath caught in his throat when he realised that he wanted to make you his

RICHIE When dating Richie you were able to leave the cursing to him

He told enough dirty jokes for the two of you as well

The losers were scared that when you started dating that you would slowly morph into him

They loved that he didn't have that bad of an influence on you

Though they all were proven wrong when Bowers decided to mess with the club

Usually, you would let the boys handle it, but when Bowers pushed Richie down again, you had had it

Rage filled you while you yelled, "Fuck off Bowers. Go before I cut off that tiny ass stick you call a dick."

Richie couldn't have felt any prouder at that moment

He was still laying on the ground and you looked even more beautiful than before

His heart sped up and he was rendered speechless when you helped him up

"Are you okay?"

He started to rant about everything you just did and how hot it was

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mermaidsirennikita · 3 years

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loisfreakinglane

oh my god this is such an important conversation and ppl just gloss right over it. out here calling 25 yr old grown looking women children but being outright horny for men who look 15 it’s just... so many yikes

It's honestly really weird. I get that youth is equated by many to "lack of a threat" in boys but.... I don't particularly want to go after someone because he seems like he can't DEFEND himself against me lol. There's a big difference between "safe vibes" and "vulnerable vibes", you know? And of course, there's a big difference between a 14 year old finding some actor who looks like a teen hot.... and ME, at my grown age, lusting after a man who looks like he could be a child, or for that matter someone like a Finn Wolfhard.

#loisfreakinglane #i mean #you know about the Finn Issue

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marvelhero-fics · 5 years

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Silent Britain

Series - Chapter Two

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You and Tom are working as love interests in a new Scorsese film, essentially leading to be love interests in real life

A/N: I’m sorry this chapter took a little longer to come out! I’ve just been so busy recently and I really wanted to go through and edit it before it was published. Thank you for all waiting patiently and being so supportive of the last two chapters. I hope you’re all enjoying it so far!!

The italics in this story are the readers thoughts!

Word Count: 4,000

Silent Britain Masterlist || Full Masterlist

Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad.

The illusion of time had once again slipped through your fingers. Without any vivid consciousness, you’d made it back to your hotel and stood in front of the giant wall mirror. Your hair fell in loose curls down your shoulder that you’d only done moments ago, framing your face that held a ‘natural’ make-up look, that contained far too much make-up to be considered natural. The only clothes currently covering your figure were your underwear and bra, as you thought over what to wear. The letter addressed to everyone had said the event was semi-formal. Whatever that meant.

After trying on almost everything you’d brought with you, you landed on a small black number. It was a strapless dress that hugged your figure divinely. It was a satin black with a length that went just below your knee, however there was a slit up the right side that showed off most of your thigh. I didn’t fake tan for nothing. You dressed it up slightly with layered silver necklaces, along with a few rings. Finally, topping it off with your black strappy heels. I bet Tom will like this. The thought crashed into your mind out of nowhere. You shook your head and sprayed on some perfume before collecting your purse and invitation.

You were escorted once again by the same driver that took you to set earlier. You gave him the address on the invitation, but he dismissed it, clearly already sure of where he was headed. This time, the drive was actually quite short, and you’d managed to stay focused the entire time. You’d watched as the tall city building began fading and the larger, modern houses began appearing, many of them mainly hidden behind great hedges, or large stone fences. You watched as the neighbourhoods became richer and richer, slightly wondering what it would be like to live a life as glamorous as this. The only really nice house you’d been to was Reese Witherspoon’s. She owned a gorgeous mansion in Los Angeles, and she’d invited the cast of Big Little Lies around for dinner one night. You tried not to freak out too much. However, that was probably the moment you’d really felt your fame beginning to kick in.

The front of the house was guarded by an incredibly large gate, surrounded by a regal stone fence. There was two men waiting by the gate each in a black suit, obviously waiting for the guests to arrive. Your black tinted window was lowered for you. One of the men, the larger, balder one, asked for your invitation. You obliged, and the other man nearer to the gate opened it. The drive-way wasn’t very long, but it was large, there was room for probably 5 to 6 cars to park, along with a garage to the side that seemed to fit 2 or 3 cars. The house was noticeably large from the outside, with an older architectural design. The outer walls were mainly painted white with a dark coloured roofing. Your driver pulled up as close as possible to the door, to which you kindly thanked him and hopped out. The nerves set back in, you weren’t sure how many people had arrived, you weren’t even entirely sure who was coming, other than Tom, of course. You were once again greeted at the door by a larger man in a black suit, you’d concluded this was probably the security for the evening. He opened the door for you, without saying a word. You mumbled a thank you as you entered.

Everything was almost how you’d expected it. A chic, clean design throughout the house. An elegant stairway to the right, with a huge open plan. One of the living rooms was to the left, with the kitchen further down. You were greeted by a familiar face, it was the younger gentleman who’d given you the invitation in the first place. He welcomed you to the event before introducing himself as Donald, stating that he was Martin's personal assistant. He directed you down the large hallway into another of the living spaces. It was passed the stairs to the right. You entered the large room, not knowing what to expect. It was a huge room with incredible leather furniture and a large plasma TV that hung above a magnificent fireplace. The space was opened further as large sliding doors on the back wall opened out to a deck. The flooring inside was dark wooden floors that echoed the sound of your heels as you walked. After noticing the interior design of the place, you finally took notice of the figures scattered through the room. It looked as though most people had arrived.

It didn’t take long to notice the waiter walking around the room with a metal tray that held a few full champagne flutes. You were quick to grab one from him, politely thanking him as you still stood in the doorway of the room. You turned your body slightly, shielding people from seeing the glass in your hand as you bought it up to your lips. You decided it would be a good idea to try and down the whole thing in one go. They do it in movies all the time, right? You quickly got through about ¾ of the drink before the burning sensation really hit your throat. You pulled it away from your mouth, almost spilling the rest of it down your chin. Fuck, how do people do that. You sputtered. The champagne was actually really nice, but the alcoholic after taste is what stopped you. What a stupid idea. Go socialise.

You made your way deeper into the room, scanning where you might be able to stop for a pleasant conversation. Part of you just wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Your eyes quickly found Rachel Weisz and Daniel Craig. You initiated small talk with the pair for the second time today, which began attracting a bigger crowd. Finn Wolfhard, Idris Elba, and Sean Bean all joined the chatter, each introducing themselves to you. On top of all that, you were now starting to feel the small side-effects of that champagne as your eyes began to find it hard to focus. You noticed a few more people joining the circle, some producers and editors had made it to the party too. God, I’m never going to remember all these names.

A hand lightly slid across your lower back, someone’s confident. You sternly turned to see who it was as you were ripped away from the moment in front of you. Just like this morning, you were greeted with a large grin and curly brown hair.

“Hi (Y/N).” He greeted, warmly.

“Hi Tom.” You responded, his contagious grin rubbing off on you. You pulled him into an embracing hug, to further greet him.

“I’m glad you’re here.” He finally said as you two broke apart.

“You knew I was going to be here.” You replied, with a questioning look.

“Yea, but I almost thought you weren’t going to show up.”

“What would give you that idea?” You pressed.

“Well, you seemed pretty nervous at the meeting today.”

“Oh, I’m glad I gave off that impression.” You joked, all your tense muscles beginning to relax. Tom laughed at your response.

“It’s okay. I was super nervous the first time I did one of those meet up things, too.” He assured you.

“When was the first time you had to do it?” You queried.

“Like, late 2014. I had to do it for Captain America; Civil War. It was a pretty huge cast and they’d all been in Marvel movies before, except for me. And plus, I was like 18 at the time. It was super overwhelming.” Tom explained. You found yourself almost getting lost as he spoke, like some sort of trance. You wanted to sit and listen to him speak forever. It’s probably just the alcohol.

“How’d you get through it?”

“Robert Downey Jr was a huge help. He kinda took me under his wing, and mentored me through all of it. When someone that famous starts paying attention to you, it makes the whole thing surprisingly less daunting.”

“So, what you’re saying is, I need to make Tom Hardy my mentor.” You stated, confidently. Earning another chuckle from Tom. His smile expanded hugely when he laughed, forcing the corners of his eyes to crinkle up and his head to push back slightly.

“Good job picking the most threatening guy in the room.” He replied, laughter still escaping his lips.

“You think so?”

“Look at the guy! He huge! He’s built like a brick shit house!” Both of you now giggling away at each other. The alcohol in both of your systems seemed to be working.

“I thought I was the most threatening guy in the room!” You interjected.

“Yea, all 5’6 ft of you.” He wittily replied.

“No, seriously. Wanna know who I think the most threatening person is?” You grabbed Tom’s suit covered arm and turned his body to the right. “Christian Bale.” You continued, without even giving Tom time to guess. “I mean have you seen American Psycho?” Both of you now facing where Christian stood on the other side of the room. Without consciously realising, you arm slipped around his, now interlinked together as you tried to not obviously stare at Christian.

“Of course I’ve seen American Psycho, it’s a fucking great film.” Tom exclaimed back, tensing his bicep as the two of you squeezed your linked arms together. I guess we both get a little too friendly when we’re drunk.

Your eyes widened and grin expanded as you looked up at him with a questioning glare.

“No. I mean-” Tom stuttered slightly. “The cinematography is great and the acting is fucking incredible, but obviously the story is pretty fucked up.” He added, peering down at you. Considering your bodies were held side-by-side, your faces ended up very close to each other. God, that cologne. You had to bite down on your lip to not audibly moan, he smelt so fucking amazing. There was a clink of metal against glass, silencing the chatter amongst the room.

“If everyone could please head into the dinning area, dinner is being served!” Martin announced.

The group of you slipped into the dining area, Tom sticking close to your side. You actually felt a lot of comfort having him close to you, making you feel as though you weren’t as lonely as when you’d arrived.

There was no particular seating arrangement around the extended dining table, everyone simply found a space and sat down. You’d managed to secure a seat with Timothée to your right, and Tom sat to your left.

“Hey, I don’t think we’ve had the chance to meet yet. I’m (Y/N).” You spoke to Timothée. The mixture of alcohol and Tom’s contagious confidence swirled in your mind.

“Oh yea. Nice to meet you. I’m Timothée.” He replied, his voice was soft and welcoming.

“I’m actually a big fan. I’ve seen heaps of your work.” You began, “I absolutely loved Beautiful Boy. I’ve always wanted to work with Steve Carell.” Timothée’s eyes lit up, and you began your in depth conversation about how much you both adored Steve, most of your love stemming from the fact that The Office was your favourite TV show.

It didn’t take long before your entree was served. The waiter informed you it was ‘peppercorn-crusted short ribs with lemon, olives, and radishes’. You thanked him as you stared in awe at the plate in front of you. The smell of the deliciously cooked meat hit you first, then the incredible colours of the plate, from the green of the garnish, to the yellow of the lemon, and the pink of the radish. You weren’t really used to fine dining.

You took no time to dig into your meal. “This is so nice.” You conveyed to Tom.

“I know.” He responded, eyes wide and mouth full. “There’s this amazing restaurant in central London that does food like this. I’ll take you there sometime.” He added, almost absentmindedly. Take me to dinner? Is that an offer for a date?

“Sounds good.” You simply replied. Moving to take another bite of your food.

You continued to chat to Timothée, sparking conversation about working with Robert Pattinson, Tom decided to join too. The three of you continued chatting and laughing as your main courses were brought out. It was once again introduced to you, ‘braised chicken with hazelnut and chilli paste with a turnip and wild mushroom bake’. It was difficult being polite and waiting for everyone to get their food before you could begin eating. Everything looked and smelled amazing. This really was the life of the rich and famous. Having all these beautiful meals catered and served to you in your own home. God, I could get used to this.

Conversation flowed easily throughout the table. People joking about ‘who would win in a fight between Batman and James Bond’, or people discussing ‘Venom and Spider-Man being in a movie together’, in which Tom Holland was very eager to talk about. You even had the chance to talk to a few more actors, including Anthony Hopkins. You essentially just told him how much you loved his work, and how grateful you were to be working with him on this film. He replied stating that him and his wife were huge fans of Big Little Lies, and you just about fainted on the spot.

Next was dessert. It was simply ‘authentic Italian tiramisu’. It looked nice and clean on the plate, with the lightest dusting of cocoa powder. I wish I saved more room for dessert. Just as everyone was about to begin eating, Martin stood up and began a speech.

“First of all, thank you all for being here tonight.” With that line, you peered around the room. It finally began to sink in how surreal this all was. You were sitting in Martin Scorsese’s dining room with actors that you’d only dreamed of meeting. I guess I’ve finally made it.

Martin went on to state that the tiramisu was due to his Italian culture, and that he’d never really done a British film before, but he was so excited to do Silent Britain with this cast. And with that, he told everyone to dig in.

The chatting and laughter continued in the room, however your conversation just focused on Tom.

“Well, I was born and raised in Reading, but I’ve moved into a little house in Wimbledon now with a friend because it’s so much nicer living close to central London.” You explained.

“I live in Kingston!” Tom exclaimed back,

“Holy shit. We’re practically neighbors.” You laughed in response. You exchanged the streets you both lived on, and found out you actually lived about 10 minutes away from each other. What a coincidence. The two of you talked about the best places to get food around where you lived, and the best pubs.

“Are you going to finish that?” Tom asked, pointing over at your half-eaten tiramisu.

“No. I feel bad, but I’ve eaten so much already-” before you could even finish, Tom swapped his empty plate with yours, and began eating away at your dessert.

“Thanks love.” He stated, cheekily.

“How can you eat so much?’ You laughed back,

“I had to get really skinny for the last role I did, and I was deprived of good food for so long, so now I’m trying to fatten up again and just eating whatever I want.”

“‘Fatten up’” you mocked, “I’ve seen the Spider-Man movies, you’ve never been fat.” You chuckled.

“Well, then I’m trying to bulk up. Whenever I go to the gym nowadays I can’t do half the shit I used to be able to do when I was training for Spider-Man.”

“I love going to the gym. We should work out together.” You smirked. This delicious champagne is giving me far too much power. Tom turned towards you, looking you up and down only slightly.

“We definitely can’t go to the gym together.” He responded, washing down his last mouthful of tiramisu with some beer.

“Why not?” You asserted back.

“Because you’d be way too much of a distraction.” Tom stated, his voice darker than before. Every fibre of your being told you to take him to the bathroom and slam him up against a wall right now. But, obviously, that’s a little rude.

“Your loss, Holland.” You replied, just above a whisper, with a flirtatious smirk.

You could tell by the movements around you that the night was coming to an end. The table was being entirely cleared, people were picking up their bags and putting their coats on. You lifted your handbag off the ground below your seat and swung it over your shoulder. As you stood from your chair, you tried your best to hold your stomach in. I shouldn’t have worn such a tight dress.

“Where are you headed?” Tom asked, throwing his suit jacket on.

“I’m staying at the Four Seasons.” You replied,

“Me too.” He looked at you, almost as if you’d just blown his mind. “We should get a lift back there together.” He added.

“Sounds like a good idea.” You smiled, your body closed the gap between the two of you and you grabbed the collar of his jacket to fix it for him, so it wasn’t sticking out. He beamed down at you.

“Thanks love.”

The two of you went over and graciously thanked Martin for hosting tonight. “Make sure you two get to know each other before filming! I want the chemistry to look real!” Martin expressed, to which you and Tom chuckled. That definitely won't be a difficult task. You both said good-bye to a few others that you’d talked to throughout the night and strolled out the door.

Tom quickly went over to one of the many black SUVs lined up outside, opening the back door for you. “Thank you.” You smiled at him as you hopped in. You told the driver where to go and the ride began.

“Was Robert Downey Jr’s parties anything like that?” You questioned, turning your body on the seat to face Tom.

“Honestly, Robert’s parties are way more extravagant than that. He likes to go really over the top with them. I’ll take you to one one day.” Perfect. Another date.

“Have you got more Marvel movies to make?”

“Yea, I’m definitely making another Spider-Man movie, and then I guess we’ll see where my contract goes after that. I’m not entirely sure what the plan is, and Marvel is always pretty hush-hush about everything. Have you ever thought about doing a superhero movie?”

“Yea. I’ve definitely thought about it.” Tom gazed as you with a faint, comforting smile as you spoke. “I’ve just never really found a role to audition for. And I’ve heard they’re a lot of work.”

“They definitely are. The filming goes on forever. But all of the cast and crew are always super awesome people, and they’re always so good at what they do. I feel like being in those films has really elevated my acting skills, you know?”

“Yea, definitely. Being around other incredible actors on set seriously helps.”

“Well, let me know if you ever want me to put in a good word for you at Marvel. They love me over there.”

“Maybe I’ll try play Gwen Stacy, if they ever reprise her in the universe.” You joked.

“I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to that.” The discussion continued all the way back to the hotel. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, or if Tom was naturally like this, but he would not stop flirting with you. You weren’t helping by doing it back. You even pulled out all the old tricks, like touching his arm, and twirling your hair on your finger. At one point you got extremely close to him to ‘fix his hair’ for him, to which he purposely messed it up so you could fix it for him again.

The driver in the front was probably thankful that the drive had come to an end, considering how much you and Tom were talking.

You were reminded of how late it was when you stepped out of the car. The night sky was entirely black, however the Los Angeles streets were still lit brightly by street lamps and the multiple buildings. You walked up to the small amount of stairs leading to the entrance of the building. Tom quickly grabbed your arm as you were about to try to walk up them. Your thin heels and and the alcohol in your system definitely weren’t going to be a fair match for these stairs.

“Thank you.” You laughed. You leaned some of your body weight on Tom as the two of you strolled up the stairs and into the building. Once again, your arm stayed linked within his, even though it didn’t have to. It just felt comfortable for the both of you.

“What floor are you on?” He asked.

“6.”

“I’m on 9.” He replied, as the two of you made it to the elevators. He reached out to press the up button, still not letting go of you.

“Can you walk me to my room?” You asked, with a joking pout.

“Of course I can.” The elevator chimed and you both rode up to level 6 together. As you walked down the carpeted hallway, you laughed together about something silly you’d read in the script. The two of you were obviously walking slower than usual, dragging out the time you had to spend together.

Finally, you arm slipped out of his embrace to rummage around your small handbag for the key card.

Once finding it, you slipped it into the door, and pulled it back out with a beep. The alcohol in your system meant you had to apply a little more force to open the heavy hotel door. You held it open with your body as your turned to face Tom.

“Well, this is me.” You smiled lightly, staring into Toms dark brown eyes. “Thank you for walking me up.”

“No problem.” He returned the grin. His gaze fell to your mouth for just a moment, ogling the light reflecting off your glossy lips. He stood close enough to you that you could smell that cologne he was wearing again, you still couldn’t put your finger on exactly what the smell was, other than wealthy. Each of your breaths were deep, a thick tension radiating between your bodies. You twirled with one of the silver rings on your fingers, gulping slightly as his eyesight returned to yours. The flutters in your chest turned to heavy beats, so loud you were sure Tom could hear them too. Your gut was telling you to grab him and stick your tongue down his throat until the two of you would end up messily entangled in each other on your hotel bed, but your head was telling you that really wouldn’t be a good idea.

“I-” you stammered, “I should really go. I have a big day tomorrow,” that’s a lie, “and I should really get a good night's sleep.”

“Yea, of course. I probably should too.” Tom almost sounded defeated.

“Cool. I’ll see you like some time next week.” You pursed your lips together, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

“Yea. I’ll see you next week.” And with that, you fell into your hotel room and shut the door behind you. Your back immediately hit the wall and you slumped down into a pile on the floor. A giant sigh fell from you lips, feeling like all the air in your lungs was drained from you. Shit.

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muschiettistrashmouth · 4 years

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Happiest Place On Earth - Andrés Muschietti

Note: Hello there! I’m finally posting here again ♥ I hope you like it and if you want something new feel free to request it or go to my masterlist! Love you guys.

Ooooh and I’m already thinking of a part two for this one. (This is not the one I was thinking of posting yet, I thought of this one on Monday or something like that)

Requested? Yes

Requests: Anonymous: can you do more Andy Muschietti stuff? I've kinda developed a crush on him and I read your headcanons. please! thanks. ||| credulouskhaleesi: So 1st and most importantly, I give you absolutely nooo pressure on starting (you let those creative juices stew and create magic when you're ready) but I just realized I never asked you to tag me when you do create the wonderful fanfic featuring the awe-inspiring, Argentinian, aesthetically-perfect, Andrés (Alliteration inspiration?)! I would owe you my 2nd born if u remembered me (sorry, I'm pretty found of my 1st)🤷🏾‍♀️😁❤ T.I.A!

WARNINGS: Toxic relationship, aggressive ex boyfriend, violence, suicide talk (it appears like in one little part but i thought I needed to tw it)

Disneyland is supposed to be the happiest place on earth and yet here you are, listening to your boyfriend Kyle talking shit about how you treat him. And to make things worse, his "friend" Rebekah is getting out of one of the attractions. Yay. "Kylee!" The girls voice is loud and all you wanna do is get out of there. "Bekah! How are you?" Yeah, right. As if you didn't know they fucked. You knew they were together yesterday, you could feel her perfume in his clothes. "Your girl is soooo muzzy." 'God, just get me out of here's + "Okay, rule number one!" The older man started to list, everyone stopped talking and looked at him."Don't lose the kids. Yes, Hader and Chastain are part of the kids." "Hey!" Both said together and then laughed their ass off. "That's what I mean." He was serious, almost as if he was a horror movie crazy doctor or something. "Rule number two: don't do anything stupid." "That's for you." The Wolfhard kid elbowed Hader. "It's not." The older man that played his character put his tongue out like a little kid would do. "It's for both of you, actually." "Aww c'mon man." "Third rule is..." He waited for everyone to look at him. "If you need anything you can ask me or Barbara. Any questions?" Hader put his hand up and everybody groaned. "Yeah, dad, can we have fun?" The comedian asked playfully. "Just don't embarrass yourself or anyone here, ok? Go." As soon as the group started walking towards the park, the blonde woman looked at her brother. "You don't need to act so mad all the time you know?" " I don't know what you're talking about. Let's go before they do something stupid." The man ran to little Jackson to help him find the rides he wanted to go to, the first rule was already broken. + Waiting to get your food, you were constantly trying to block all the conversation your boyfriend and his "friend" were having. "We should go to the Prince Charming Carrousel." Kyle eventually looked at you to see if you were paying attention, returning to look at her lovingly. "Everything for you, honey." He had said. "Everything for you, honey." You said mocking him. "What?" Kyle looked at you right away. "Huh? Oh nothing, nothing." You faked smile, hoping he wouldn't grab your arm this time, hoping you wouldn't have bruises to cover up. "That's what I thought." The way he looked at you made you shiver. "Can we please go see Belle? Or Ariel? I really want to take some pics with them." You said eating your churros. Some people passed by looking at your back and arms that still had some bruises from last time, God you hated that. "Excuse me, ma'am." A soft voice called you. "I'm lost, can you tell me where the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train is?" You got down to talk with the kid, trying to remember the exact place. "JACKSON!" You heard a man. "Jeez, kid! Don't do that to me." "It's okay, she'll help us, Andy!" Jackson said to the man. You could feel Kyle's eyes burning in your back, but hey, it's just a kid. You gave him the directions to the attraction. "Thank you, ma'am." The little kid said when you got up. He was really sweet. "Thank you." The tall man looked at you and you could see he had some curiosity in his stare. "Sorry for yelling earlier, I'm with a bunch of kids here, it drives me mad." "Not a problem, sir." You laughed. "Let's go, y/n." Kyle grabbed your right arm. You stayed quiet for a moment to stop yourself from shivering. "Okay, honey." "Is that a problem?" The man, Andy, said. "I'm her boyfriend. Stop trying to fuck her." 'oh no' you thought 'its happening again' "Kyle, I was just giving the kid some information, it's nothing." After you said that the only thing you felt was a slap in your face. "Don't talk like that to me, you whore. I'm sick of it." He was complaining that people were looking at you the whole week. It was a matter of time this would happen. "Let her go." Andy said, ready to fight him. Kyle was still holding your arm tightly. Jackson was scared, holding the blonde woman's hand, both starring at you three. Rebekah was sitting on a bench, eating your churros and watching the little show. "Make me." The blonde woman gave Jackson to a redhead woman that went to talk to her, they seemed like good friends. She then walked your way. Andy punched your boyfriend's face, he let you go and the blonde hugged you and got you closer to her friend and the kid. It all happened so fast, they were punching each other, Kyle was surprisingly losing, and then a security guard came running. Andy explained the situation while holding Kyle on the ground. "I'll take it from here." He got Kyle and started walking. "And what about him?" He started yelling, trying to get away from him. "He didn't do anything... As far as I care you tripped and fell on the ground." The guard explained. "Y/n! You come right here." You tried to go, but the blonde was still holding you in place. "I have to go." "You don't have to." She said. "Not anymore." "You don't understand... He'll get mad and then beat me up again." This came out between sobs. "He said that if I ever leave him he'll kill himself!" "He won't, honey." The redhead said softly. Her hand on your shoulder. You were crying. Hard and painfully. Your knees on the ground, the blonde still hugging you, and you hold onto her tightly. "Everything's gonna be okay." "Barb." Andy said, helping you both get up. They talked a little bit, but you didn't understand Spanish. She was still hugging you, saying everything is going to be okay and that you're free now, Andy went to buy some cold water for you. "I didn't got the chance to know you better. My name's Barbara, you can call me Barb if you want to." Barbara smiled. "I'm y/n, you can call me y/n/n." You smiled back. People like Barbara and Andy were rare in your experience, normally people would let Kyle beat you and even blame you for that. "Thank you for helping me. I really appreciate that." "Oh honey, that's the least we could do. I'm so sad that he was able to slap you tho." "Not the first time, not the first place..." A sigh escaped your lips. "Here." Andy gave you the water bottle. "Put it on your cheek." "Thanks." He scared you a little. He was handsome, but really tall. And he also looked like a crazy doctor. "Not for that, miss." He nodded to a group of mostly men that joined the redhead woman and then looked at you again. "You should come with us to the attractions. That way no one will bother you and... You can actually have fun." "That would be nice." "Great, you will love them." He gave you his hand to help you up again. "These two are clowns. They are really idiots." He pointed at the redhead and a goofy looking man. "She's Jessica and he's Bill, you can call him Hader. The others are Isaiah, Andy, James, the other James you can call Ransone, Bill and Jay." He pointed at them while saying the names. "The kids are Finn, Wyatt, Chosen, Sophia, Jack, Jeremy, Jaeden and Jackson." "It's a pleasure to know you all." You had stopped crying and were drying your tears. The rest of your day was incredible. They made you laugh and were super friendly to you. Hader was the funniest guy you ever met. When you went to get lunch, Andrés - that was his real name - paid your lunch, he insisted. After the fireworks, everyone headed to the parking lot. "Hey, message me when you get home okay?" Andrés said after stopping by your car. You gave him your phone so he could put his number in it. "I'll probably put you in our group chat." "That's really nice of you, Muschietti." "Drive safely, honey!" Barbara said opening up her window. "You too!" You got inside your car. That really was the happiest place on earth.

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demo-wise · 5 years

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Just Acting - Part 1

Summary: Fake dating y’all.

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x fem!Reader

Warnings: None, I don’t think

Word Count: 4.9k+

A/N: Hello my darlings!!! I feel like I haven’t written anything in a while so here’s this! I hope you enjoy it, there will be a part two that hopefully will be good as well, but I make no promises! I apologize if any of you don’t like Queen, I didn’t want to go through the trouble of making little keys for adding in your favorite band, favorite song, favorite album, it proved to be too tricky to filter in, so you guys can just adjust that as needed. Enjoy my loves!

f/d - favorite drink , w/c - wall color

Thursday - Friday

“For God’s sake, y/n, when are you going to let us meet this boyfriend of yours that you keep mentioning?” You mother asked over the phone, trying desperately to get you to visit her once in a while, and you really didn’t want to. She was unbearable and snobby, like the world revolved around her. So, to get out of her prying hands, you simply told her you had a (very busy) boyfriend, and took every opportunity to tell your mother, listen mom, I really can’t go, because my boyfriend and I have something going on, it’s very important. Yes I know it’s been a long time, and I know that I say this every time, but it’s really crucial that we’re both there and I really can’t make it. No it can’t be postponed. Yes, of course we’ll come over another time, yes, yes, goodbye now. And every time it worked seamlessly, it was really too easy, you’d promise to see her soon, she’d tell you she just couldn’t wait to meet your special someone and you’d fake a laugh, and hang up, the future plans made forgotten in almost an instant.

Well, it worked, until now.

“U-Um, mom, I don’t know if I’ll really have any time to introduce you to him. I mean, I’m looking through the calendar right now, a-and I, I just don’t see anytime we can get together,” you spoke through the phone, as your roommate and best friend, Finn Wolfhard, sat watching you struggle while lounging on the couch with a bag of chips. He laughed to himself as you paced around the room, thinking of an excuse.

“Well at least tell me his name,” your mother tried, and in your search for a male name that didn’t sound too fake, you decided you’d turn to the man in front of you, an amused smirk on his face.

You tried to cover the receiver. You tried.

“Finn, could you--”

“Oh Finn! That’s a lovely name!” your mom squealed over the phone, and Finn watched with a crease between his brows as the color drained from your face and your e/c eyes went as wide as saucers.

“Uh--”

“That is his name, right?” your mother asked.

“Well, I--”

Though upon hearing you stutter over the phone, she cheered through the receiver and clapped a few times excitedly, deciding not to even let you answer.

“Oh that’s wonderful, dear! You’ll be bringing him over this weekend, then”

You tried to interject, but you were immediately cut off.

“No, no excuses now. I’ll see you then! Bye-bye!” she finished and promptly hung up on you, not letting you get another word out. You took the phone away from your ear and stared at it for a moment, not believing what you’d just gotten yourself into. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Finn, that poor soul, walk up to you and set a hand on your shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” he asked gently, concern lacing his thin features.

You sighed, turning to him.

“How would you feel about visiting my parents this weekend?” you asked him with an apologetic smile, and immediately watched his face drop.

“What?” he asked quietly.

—

“WHAT?” you swore the whole apartment building heard his shout once you explained to him what happened over the phone, and he plopped down on the sofa, putting his face in his hands. You stood him front of him, your shoulders dropped.

“I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean to, it was just a slip up and once that happened she wouldn’t let me get anything out!” you tried to explain, but Finn shook his head, standing up to face you.

“It-It’s okay, y/n. It’s just, I have to pretend to be your boyfriend and meet your parents?” he asked, his eyes getting slightly wider to further emphasize meeting your parents being part of the criteria. You shook your head.

“No, no no no, you don’t have to go. I-I’ll find someone else who owes me a favor, or-or I’ll make up some excuse that he couldn’t make it,” you promised, but Finn waved his hand in the air, dismissing you.

“No, no it’s okay. I don’t mind, y/n, really, it’s just very spur-of-the-moment,” Finn assured you, and you let out a quiet breath of air, because you knew you would never be able to get someone else to do this.

“So, uh, what’s our story?” Finn asked after a beat of awkward silence, and you turned to him, at first puzzled by what he was saying.

“What do you mean?” you asked, and Finn ran a hand through his messy curls, making them messier, and blew out a sigh.

“Well, I mean, what if your parents ask about us? About how we met and then came to be? We should have some sort of background,” Finn explained, and you nodded to yourself, he was right, your parents - mostly your mother - would want details, details that you and Finn currently didn’t possess.

“Well, what do you think?” you asked, and Finn shrugged.

“I mean, we could’ve met in chemistry class? Like how they assigned partners and shit and you got stuck with that God awful kid, Brandon,” Finn suggested, and you laughed, that kid did not know how to do anything, and would constantly make you do all the work and stick his finger in the chemicals. He visited the nurse just about 17 times that year, and you refused to believe it was anything less than a conscious decision to make you do all the work.

“You remember that? I mean I know I complained to you a lot that year but I thought you’d just tuned me out,” you thought aloud, but Finn shook his head.

The two of you actually met in the girls’ bathroom, where he was making out with a slim girl - someone you swore you knew from calculus - in a skimpy outfit and possibly going to screw her, but the girl shrieked and ran out as soon as you walked in. They should’ve locked the door, or at least gone in a stall. And that’s exactly what you’d told the flustered boy in front of you. Finn had been standing there, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, red covering his cheeks, and right then you knew this had been his first time screwing in the bathroom. You’d given him a slight shrug.

“You should’ve locked the door,” you’d said, then were about to go on your merry way, when Finn tapped your shoulder and asked for your name, apologizing for being in the girls’ room over and over. After you left the bathroom, the two of you made surprisingly easy conversation, for a guy you met and, ahem, interrupted in the girls’ bathroom.

You did not want to tell your parents that story.

Finn actually was in your chemistry class, and you were admittedly pleased when you spotted his mop of curls in the front row. And ever since then, you’d been good friends, and grew closer as the years went by.

“So, I guess we could tell your parents that we were paired up and things went from there. How’s that sound?” Finn asked, and you nodded, thinking out everything in your head and deciding your parents wouldn’t question that story too much.

“That sounds good,” you agreed, then said after a beat, “Do you think we should come up with a story on how you asked me out and where we went and all that?” you asked. Finn seemed to think about it for a moment, but then shook his head in response.

“Nah, I don’t really think it matters,” Finn said finally. You thought to yourself for a minute, knowing things could take a very wrong turn if you didn’t treat the situation delicately.

“Do you think this will make things… awkward, between us?” you asked timidly, but Finn only laughed off your concern and slung an arm around your shoulders.

“‘Course not, dear,” he added in teasingly, “I’m doing you a favor, I’m sure you would do the same thing for me”

You nodded to yourself, trying to convince yourself that it would indeed be okay, that this would be in no way weird and you’d both be fine. Those thoughts felt fine until you received a text from your mother informing you exactly how long you’d be staying. You turned to Finn with your all-too familiar apologetic smile, and Finn’s face immediately dropped.

“What did you do?” Finn deadpanned, and you held up your phone, displaying what your mother had texted you not minutes earlier.

Pack clothes! You’re staying the whole weekend!! <3

“Shit,” Finn muttered, and you sighed.

“I’m sorry, Finn, seriously, you don’t have to do this,” you apologized again, but Finn shook his head, patting your shoulder briefly.

“No, no, I promised I’d help and I will” You silently thanked God that you had Finn as a friend, because this would be one hell of a week, and that brave son of a bitch was willing to suffer through it with you.

So the two of you sat down and figured everything out, all from how you two met to if you’d said ‘I love you’ yet, not that the question would arise, hopefully. You even memorized each others’ favorite drinks and how to make them to make the two of you seem more legit, and you were surprised how much Finn actually knew about how you made your tea. You knew your bitchy sister would be there - Oh we just have to have the whole family up here to meet your boyfriend, y/n! - so you warned him of her, and how utterly passive aggressive she was, and other than that you quizzed each other on the smaller things. Things like; what’s my mom’s name? What’s my dad’s name? What’s my favorite book? What’s my sister’s name? How did we meet again? And eventually you felt you were ready for the next few days of hell. It was Thursday, so thankfully you had the first half of Friday to mentally prepare, before the two of you set off on the eight hour drive that was sure to be just short of hell to your beloved parents’ house.

A part of you was sure you’d somehow blow your cover with this shit, slip up on an answer, not be affectionate enough towards Finn to be believable, but then if you were too affectionate, that could make things weird and your whole friendship could go sour. You didn’t exactly know the boundaries of the physical affection, and you really had no fucking clue what it was you were really doing. You were being blindly led into the battlefield with a hunting knife and no armor, and you were sure you’d get butchered.

The drive there was quite pleasant, the two of you taking shifts driving so the other one could sleep or simply have a break. After you were sure Finn had gotten down everything he could’ve possibly needed to know in order to survive the weekend, you both talked about everything under the sun, complaining about teachers and assignments or essays over break, trading stories, and overall just avoiding telling him about your home life. Though Finn was quite curious, he thought it was best to leave it alone for now, he didn’t want to push you too hard or put you in a sour mood, especially when you two were supposed to be playing it up for your parents, and you probably wouldn’t want to be around him if he irritated you. About halfway through the drive, Finn sat in the passenger seat, glancing over at you to see how you were doing. You’d insisted upon driving the majority of the way so far, and even though you denied it, Finn could see how worn out you looked, your eyes practically falling closed where you sat, you letting out a yawn every couple of minutes.

“Y/n,” Finn called gently, and you seemed to wake up a bit more at that, turning your head briefly to let him know you’d heard him.

“Y/n, honey, pull over”

The little nickname on his lips sent a fluttering throughout your stomach, but you remained collected and kept your eyes on the road.

“Why?” you asked.

“You’re clearly tired, just let me take the wheel for a little bit,” he urged you, but you only shook your head, not looking his way.

“No, Finn, I’m fine,” you retorted, but Finn wasn’t having it.

“Y/n, just pull over, you should rest for a bit”

“I told you Finn, I’m fine”

“Y/n”

“Finn”

You glanced at Finn, seeing as he wouldn’t take his eyes off you, seeming to inspect your features and the bags under your eyes, and under his gaze, you sighed, and turned the steering wheel a bit to pull over to the side of the road. Finn got out first, opening the car door for you and waiting for you to step out. He led you over to the other side of the car with a warm hand on the small of your back, gently prompting you to get in the car. He closed the door for you then circled around the car to get in again, taking the car out of park and starting to drive along the road again. You looked at him for a few minutes, your best friend, who was nice enough to do this for you, and then on top of that was a perfect gentleman to you on the way up, seemingly effortlessly, and felt a small smile creep onto your lips. For a moment longer you took the time to look at him, like really look at him, you’d never really realized just how good-looking he really was. Your eyes traced over the slope of his nose, examined the warm brown shade of his eyes, his hollow cheek bones that somehow just fit him, his gorgeous curly locks falling around his face in an unruly manner, the curve of his pink lips, and for but a moment, your mind wandered to a stray thought in the back of your mind that you dared not linger on for long.

What would it be like to kiss him?

You shook your head absentmindedly, unaware of the slight red dusting on your cheeks. Finn turned his head to you, your motion having gained his attention.

“Something the matter, y/n/n?” you shook your head, and turned slightly to the window, resting your head against the backrest and semi-curling up in the seat. Finn glanced at you for a moment, smiling gently and reaching back in the backseat quickly to grab a blanket he’d decided to bring along for this very reason, and, quite impressively, draping it over you with his one available hand, which was no easy feat, but since you were still semi-conscious, you helped him out a bit. You brought it up to your chin, catching the strong and comforting smell of Finn, just like what his shirts always smell like when you hugged him, or what his room smells early in the mornings when you go in to steal from his seemingly infinite water bottle stash. He noticed that about a month after the two of you started rooming together, and it’s the main reason he has twice the amount he usually would. You took comfort in the familiar smell, and pressed the blanket crumpled in your hands to your nose, breathing deeply and quickly dozing in the passenger seat.

You slept for about an hour and thirty minutes, and once he realized how long you were going to sleep, he was glad he forced you away from the wheel, you clearly needed the rest. Finn had never really seen you asleep, but he liked how you looked. It was almost as if for that moment, there was nothing busying your mind, nothing to be worried about, and it was the most relaxed he’d seen you in quite a while. Every so often, Finn would look over at you, checking on you, almost protectively, but sometimes just looking. Admiring.

At one point, he reached over the console and loosely grabbed your hand, as to not disrupt your sleep, and gave it a gentle squeeze, quickly retracting his hand though when you stirred. You didn’t wake, however, and Finn was happy that you were getting in as much rest as you needed for this trip, you seemed to need it for a sort of mental preparation. This trip had been bothering you from the moment it was set in place, but Finn noticed that worry, and perhaps fear, escalated considerably when the drive began. You never told him outright, but he noticed it in your body language, you became very tense when he brought up your home, and he could tell you were uncomfortable talking about it, so he’d dropped it, but by the look of you, you were still thinking about it, perhaps worrying yourself over the people there, he didn’t really know. But Finn wondered what exactly your family was like in order to get a reaction like that from you at the mere mention of them.

You opened your eyes to the now familiar sound of the car engine, and a faint sound of Long Away by Queen, which puzzled you, draped in the same gray fuzzy blanket that smelled so much of Finn. You slowly sat up, which got the attention of Finn, who gave you a smile and turned up the stereo. You smiled at hearing the gorgeous voice of Brian May, and were able to get lost in the harmonies paired with it until Finn’s voice brought you back to reality.

“I didn’t know you liked Queen,” he commented. You, still smiling, nodded, swaying subconsciously to the soft music.

“Yeah, I’ve liked them ever since I was little, but then when I saw that movie, Bohemian Rhapsody, about them, I got more hooked on them,” you explained, and Finn nodded with a small smile gracing his lips hearing you talk about what you loved.

“I, uh, I found the CD in the console, I hope you don’t mind that I put it on,” Finn backtracked a bit, explaining himself before you waved him off.

“Finn, I really don’t mind,” you assured him, remembering faintly that last week when you’d listened to Queen’s A Day At The Races album you’d thrown it in the center console haphazardly instead of bringing back inside and returning it to your bookcase. You focused your attention on the lingering smell of food in the car, and you turned to Finn.

“Did you get food?” you asked, and he nodded, reaching down next to his leg and producing a take-out bag, and along with it, an alluring smell after eating lunch over four hours ago. He took out a burger from the bag and passed it to you, along with a few napkins, which you took gratefully.

“I also got you f/d, ‘cause I knew you’d want it,” Finn gestured to the cup in the passenger cup holder, “And you’d complain if I didn’t get it,” he added with a laugh. You gave him a thankful smile and shook your head.

“Nah, I’d only hold it against you for the rest of your God-given life,” you joked, and heard Finn laugh almost immediately after, but you also felt his hand rest on top of yours for a brief moment, before he let it travel back to the steering wheel.

You wished he’d left it there.

No, you’re being crazy. Why the hell would you want that?, your brain scolded. You brushed it off as nothing more than a thought and refocused your attention on the food in front of you, your stomach feeling more empty at the sight of it. The two of you drove in silence for just a bit, though it wasn’t an awkward silence or anything, just a comfortable one. You were still hazy from just waking up and Finn was more than happy to let you drift in and out of sleep when you finished your food. He stopped at a WaWa so the both of you could take a bathroom break, shaking you gently awake from your half-sleep state. Then after that, you insisted to take the wheel for a bit, which Finn reluctantly obliged.

You’d switched again after two hours, because although Finn did take the time to sleep while you were driving, once he was awake he insisted on taking the wheel again, which you couldn’t understand for the life of you, but Finn said he needed to keep himself occupied. The two of you didn’t talk much, for there was nothing really to talk about. You switched between putting on the radio and seeing whatever other CDs you might’ve had kept in your console to listen to, and you were both content with that.

“Y’know, I feel bad that you basically drove the majority of the way, Finn,” you told him after another hour or so, but Finn shook his head.

“Don’t sweat it, love,” he responded, not even noticing at first the nickname that had slipped out, but you noticed, and you felt a heat rising to your cheeks at the sound of it. As soon as Finn realized what he’d said, he went pale, and turned to glance at you for but a moment, since he did have to keep driving.

“Uh-y/n, I-I’m so sorry. It uh, it just slipped out, I-” He stuttered, but you quickly cut him off.

“Finn, it’s fine, it’ll be good practice for when we’re at my parents’ house,” you reassured him, setting a comforting hand on his shoulder. You liked the sound of it, you decided, and when you got a real boyfriend you wanted him to say it with the same affection in his voice that you thought you’d heard in Finn’s. You took out your Queen CD again and turned it on, skipping through the tracks until you got to the one you felt like listening to. You turned up the volume slightly and leaned back in the seat, closing your eyes and letting the notes of You And I fill your ears and relax you.

You let out a deeply content sigh, and for the third time during your car ride, you fell into a comfortable sleep, letting the beautiful voices on the CD to lull you to sleep. Not that it was an entirely soft song, but you found it very pretty and relaxing.

You awoke to Finn softly calling your name. You blinked a few times, groaning a bit and hearing Finn’s almost silent chuckle, and sat up slightly, though you were mostly hunched over. He tapped your shoulder a bit to make sure you were awake.

“Hmm?” you questioned groggily, drawing another laugh from Finn.

“Which one is your house again? We’re in the neighborhood I just can’t remember which one it is,” Finn explained, and you moved to sit fully up, rubbing at your eyes and waking yourself up, looking out the window and glancing at the houses.

“Um, it’s the third house on the left from here,” you said, and Finn nodded, pointing ahead to your dreaded home.

“That one?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Since it’s late, my parents shouldn’t bother us too much with questions and my mom is probably already asleep, so we can unpack and all that tomorrow,” you told him, and Finn nodded with a bit of a relieved sigh.

“Good, I think I’m too tired to answer any questions right now,” he said, and you agreed with a yawn. Finn parked in front of the house on the side of the street, and the both of you got out, moving to the back and grabbing anything you brought with from the trunk, which wasn’t much, considering it would only be a one or two night stay. You led the way to the front door of your house and knocked twice, waiting for your father, presumably, to answer it. After a bit he opened the door and beamed upon seeing you. Your father was the one you favored.

“Y/n/n!” he almost shouted, and you gave him a half hug since you were carrying things and stepped inside, Finn following in suit, and then you stepped to the side to gesture to Finn, who was standing there awkwardly.

“Uh, dad, this is my boyfriend, Finn,” you introduced him, and your father’s gaze turned protective, and you internally sighed.

“Hello, Finn,” your father greeted him.

“It’s very nice to meet you, sir,” Finn awkwardly returned, sticking out his hand to your father, who reluctantly shook it.

“Yes, well,” your dad turned back to you after giving Finn another cursory glance, “Your room is still the way you left it, as you’ve only been gone for about a year and a half, but there’s only one bed,” he explained. “Now I’m going to trust you both up there because we don’t have any more available space, but no fooling around. You do that on your own time,” he gave Finn a look, but you only nodded, gave your father another hug goodnight and led Finn upstairs to your room. Your father returned to the living room to watch whatever was on, and thankfully the two of you were left to your own accord.

You opened the door to your room and found comfort in the fact that essentially nothing had changed. Sure, the bed was different and had been made up by your parents and all, but the walls were still the pretty shade of w/c that you’d had since you were a baby, and there were even still marks on the wall from where you’d tried to measure yourself at the age of maybe five or six. You smiled a bit as Finn slipped past you into the room, setting his bag down on the floor at the foot of the bed and giving you a smile.

“Everything alright, honey?” he asked, letting the nickname slip past his lips because what if your dad was listening. You nodded, realizing you were still stood in the doorway, gazing around your room and remembering all that was to remember about it.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, coming out of your zone and walking in the room and setting down your belongings. After taking a quick glace around the room again, you turned to Finn, giving him an apologetic smile.

“Since there’s only one bed, I can make up some blankets on the floor,” you suggested, glancing around the room for where extra blankets might be kept, “I-uh, I’m sure there’s some more blankets and maybe a pillow somewhere arou—” Finn cut you off.

“Nah, it’s okay, y/n/n. It’s only a bed, and it’s relatively big. I’ll survive,” he joked, patting your shoulder, and you let out a weak laugh, your nerves heightening at the prospect of sharing a bed with Finn over the weekend. You gazed at the bed for a moment, viewing the size and letting out a sigh to yourself. Okay, you could work with this.

“Um, I’m gonna get changed in the bathroom, you can get changed in here and, uh, yeah,” you awkwardly said, grabbing pajamas and making a quick escape to the bathroom to get dressed for the night. You closed the door behind you and stood against it for a minute, closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths. This was going to be one long weekend, and you weren’t quite sure you were ready for what it entailed.

You changed into your clothing and exited the bathroom, knocking on your bedroom door and hearing Finn respond with a muffled ‘come in’. You opened the door where Finn was sitting at the foot of the bed, looking at his phone. The overhead light was off in the room but there was a warm glow on his face from the bedside lamp that partially illuminated the room. You closed the door behind you and sat next to him, where he appeared to be setting an alarm for tomorrow.

“Funny, I never thought I’d be asking entry to my own room,” you let out a quiet laugh, and Finn looked up, seeming to have just gotten out of a zone.

“Sorry, what’s that?” he asked, but you waved a hand in the air.

“Nevermind,” you paused, “Shall we go to bed?” you asked, moving to get up.

“Yeah, I’m exhausted,” he yawned, almost if on cue, and got up off the edge of the bed with you. You lifted the sheets of the Queen-sized bed and got in, practically pressing yourself against the wall the bed was against as Finn got in with you. You weren’t used to sharing a bed with anyone, much less your best friend. Finn reached out a hand to switch off the lamp and the two of you settled awkwardly in the bed, not saying a word. You didn’t exactly know what you could say, even a simple ‘goodnight’ at this point would seem too domestic. But Finn spoke before you got the chance to say anything awkward or poorly-timed.

“G’night, y/n,” he mumbled, his face in the sheets and his voice laced with sleep. And you had to admit, you didn’t think you minded the way it sounded, even if it was far too domestic for friends.

Part 2

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