Finn and Wyatt were doing another live stream. They were sat in your living room speaking to the camera yet again. Not that it bothered you all that much, you were used to it.
“Does Finn have a girlfriend?” Wyatt read with a smile, “No! Look at this ugly face.” He poked Finn earning him a punch in the shoulder. You laughed. “Shut up Wyatt! You’re no better!” Wyatt read another one of the questions and smiled. “Is Y/N there? Yes!” He looked up at you and grinned. You stood up and plonked yourself between Finn and Wyatt. “Heyyyyy!” Loads of comments from fans came rolling in. You saw one that made your heart stop. You had guessed that Wyatt had seen it too as he was silent. Finn looked at the two of you, smirked, and read it aloud. “Are you two a couple because you look so cute together and I ship it with all my heart.” “Uhhmm…” Wyatt brushed his hand through his hair and looked at the floor. It was known to everyone that you both liked each other. “I ship it with all my heart too.” You said out of nowhere
Wyatt snapped his head up and looked at you. Finn was screaming. He took the phone that you was holding and turned the camera so it was facing you and Wyatt. “Seriously Y/N?” “Seriously.”
During the middle of a live stream, Wyatt leaned in and kissed you. Finn was literally going batshit crazy, trying to get it all on camera for the fans that were also going crazy. It didn’t faze you though. You put your hands on the back of his neck and he put his on your waist. You were full on making out by this point. It was like Finn wasn’t even in the room.
“EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Finn shouted, “GUYS STOP! ARE YOU SERIOUSLY DOING THIS HERE WHAT THE HECK?!“
You pulled away from Wyatt and giggled.
“Well,” You said a little breathlessly, “I think it’s safe to say that the answer to that question is yes.”
Wyatt kissed you again, smiling against your lips.
Okay, this was really short but I just had this quick idea and had to write it. I’ll be posting something else tomorrow! Probably more Wyatt imagines bc he’s amazing in every way.
The Art of Falling In Love (With a Stranger): Part 1
Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x Reader
Summary: After an amusing mixup, Finn and the reader become close friends despite never meeting the other. Fluff and embarrassment ensue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Finn Wolfhard so I don’t own his political views, etc.
Y/n: your name
Y/f/c: your favorite color
Y/h/c: your hair color
Finn clicked ‘post’ and within seconds, millions of fans had already commented on it. Curious as to what they were saying, Finn scrolled through the comments only to sigh in annoyance when they were all along the same lines: ‘You’re too adorable/hot/precious’ and ‘marry me’. Seriously, if this is what girls are like these days, Finn’s not sure he’s going to ever get married.
Suddenly, his eye catches on an interesting question that doesn’t involve marriage or what he uses for his hair or even the post: ‘What is your opinion on feminism? Similarly, what are your opinions on social injustices?’
Intrigued, Finn clicks on the username of the commenter. Casually scrolling through his posts before bed is one of his favorite hobbies but it would appear he hasn’t been paying enough attention to the ‘little people’, as his agent calls them.
The account, @your-username, is full of videos of you laughing with your friends, puns, and interesting stories. It’s a lot more interesting than looking at the duck-face selfies his fellow celebrities post.
Deciding he has nothing to lose, Finn DM’s you.
Finn: Hey! Your comment was really interesting on my latest post. It had nothing to do with it, but it was interesting. Um… I support feminism, I guess. What do you mean by social injustices?
Almost immediately, you started typing back and Finn braced himself for the electronic squeal he was about to mentally hear. Instead, you type back:
Y/n: Social injustices like the prejudices surrounding certain races, the hate that women have to bear on a regular basis for striving for achievement. Is this, like, a prank or something?
Finn: Why would this be a prank?
Y/n: There’s almost no way the Finn Wolfhard would be responding to my comment.
Finn: Why’d you post it, then? And yes, this is the Finn Wolfhard
Y/n: I mean to post that on another post but clicked yours by accident… there’s a reason it was so random XD sorry to bother you! If you’re answering fan’s comments you must be annoyed to find out I didn’t intend it for you…
Finn frowned. Now he feels stupid. Your next text quickly soothes his bruised ego, though:
Y/n: It’s fine. It’s actually interesting to find out how to answer questions like that! I want to be an actress, you see, and the Stranger Things and It cast are kinda my role models… so young and so successful! You guys are wonderful people and amazing actors!
Finn smiles and types back quickly.
Finn: Np. You’ll have to let me know when you star in your own show, I’ll watch!
Y/n: Sorry about the misunderstanding. Will do! Cya!
Finn types back a farewell and scrolls through your profile a bit more. Every time he answered a fan’s comment they would keep him up until at least 3 in the morning trying to find out everything about him and asking him to date them at least 30 times. He decides this y/n is an interesting character.
For the first time in a long time, Finn goes to bed before 12:00, his mind still wondering about this girl who contradicts everything he knows about girls these days.
Finn almost surprises himself the next morning when he texts you.
Finn: Good morning
You don’t reply and he takes that to mean you’re still sleeping. It takes you another three hours to reply and then you say:
Y/n: Hey, sorry, I was hanging out with my friends. Wassup?
Finn: Hanging with your friends and playing 2048?
Y/n: Haha, you saw my post. Yeah, you got me! I was too lazy to check who texted me. You didn’t answer my question, though. wassup?
(You just posted a screenshot of the website 2048 with a square that had the numbers 2048 on it highlighted. Finn’s not sure what that exactly means, but your caption ‘Hells yeah!’ indicates that it’s exciting)
Finn: I honestly have nothing to do right now. wbu?
Y/n: I should be doing hw, but who cares about that stuff, right? im writing/reading fanfiction and watching vines bc im basic and a fangirl
Having made up his mind, Finn grins, types out a quick ‘bye’ and follows the girl. Immediately you ask him, why’d you do that?
Y/n: You just followed me. Is this a joke?
Y/n: You’re a celeb and I’m a nobody. Why are you following me? Is this some popularity test or something? trick a nobody into thinking you’re actually interested in them before dumping them?
Finn: At least you post interesting stuff. literally all anyone posts these days is those duck face selfies
Y/n: That wasn’t an answer
Finn: What’s your deal? I’m not allowed to follow you?
Y/n: No, but now literally all my friends are going to be so pissed at me
Y/n: They’re going to think I did something to get you to follow me without them
Finn: girls are weird
Y/n: tell me about it
Finn: how was ur hoco?
Y/n: it was fine, i guess. They didn’t play any slow songs and I went with a dude but all we did was play chess in the cafeteria and eat
Finn felt weird at the thought of Y/n going to homecoming with another guy and mad that she didn’t even get to dance.
Finn: That stinks. If it makes you feel any better, my hoco was just as sucky
Y/n: XD yea i know.
Y/n: Noted. And by the way, you’re out of milk.
Finn: Not funny bc i actually am out of milk
Y/n: XD hocos are all sucky
Finn: I bet chess was better than being forced to dance. thats what happened to me
Y/n: Poor thing, people wanting to be with you
Finn: you got asked!
Y/n: Fair enough.
Finn had seen the photo you had posted on your profile. You were wearing a stunning y/f/c dress and your y/h/c hair was curled slightly. You looked like a princess but talked like a rebel.
Finn supposes it’s part of your charm before blushing and hastily focusing on memorizing the lines of the scene he has to shoot tomorrow.
Finn: What are you being for Halloween?
Y/n: the wall of lights from ST. Wbu?
Finn: That’ll be interesting to see. Send me a pic. im being richie from it bc i got to keep the glasses and a hawaiian shirt is easy enough to find
Y/n: Dude so many people in my grade say that it wasn’t scary
Finn: They’re being dicks it was terrifying
Y/n: Thank you!
Finn: Who’d you see it with?
Y/n: the boy who took me to hoco
Y/n: we were both wimps and clutching each other’s hands when we were scared
“Who are you texting?” Caleb inquired, trying to peer over Finn’s shoulder. Finn hastily turned the screen off, which was useless as it buzzed and turned on again within a second as you answered the question he had just asked.
“His secret girlfriend,” Gaten answered.
“She’s not my girlfriend!” Finn protests.
“He hasn’t stopped texting her,” Noah adds, “but he won’t tell us who it is. I think it’s that cute reporter that asked him all those questions.”
“I bet it’s Millie!” Gaten guesses.
Millie looks over from where she’s looking at Sadie’s phone and shakes her head. “He hasn’t responded to any of my texts or Sadie’s. The mystery girl isn’t one of us.”
“I think it’s Sophia,” Sadie says before diving back into her phone.
For a few minutes the entire limo is bomboarding Finn with questions. He ignores them all and just responds to your text.
“Hey, Millie,” Caleb calls. Finn relaxes, glad the attention is off of him, but then Caleb snags his phone out of his hand and presses video chat. Gaten, who’d seen your username, quickly tells everyone what it is and they all immediately search you up.
You answer the chat, much to Finn’s dismay. “Hey,” you say quickly without glancing at the phone. “Give me a sec—shit!” You throw your hands in the air as an orange fluffball jumps onto her keyboard. “Crookshanks, I swear to God—”
You try to lift the cat off but it swipes at your face.
“Asshole! Give me a sec, Finn.” You pick up the floofball and run to grab a Band-Aid. The entire limo can hear you drop the cat onto the ground before it jumps back onto the desk and looks at the camera. For all the cat is a jerk (Finn would know, you’ve faced off against Crookshanks many a time during a video chat) he’s extremely smart as well.
“Aww,” Millie coos.
Crookshanks chirps in response.
“Yeah, sorry, Finn, I was playing—” You shove the cat away and finally glance at the phone. “You’re not Finn.”
“Sorry, Y/n,” Finn calls.
“Oh my God, you’re Caleb McLaughlin!” you exclaim, your eyes widening comically.
“Call him Caleb,” Finn tells you, still off-screen.
You flush a deep red. “Hi?” you offer quietly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“We just want to know who Finn’s girlfriend is,” Sadie shouts.
If it’s possible, you flush an even deeper red.
“We’re not dating!” Finn yells through muffled hands; he’s hidden his face in them. You do the same on the screen before the view is obstructed by the orange cat’s pelt again.
“Dude, you’re dating the future Miss America!” Gaten exclaims, still scrolling through your posts. “This bitch can sing, dance, and she’s super hot!”
“Sorry, Finn, dinner!” you say loudly before hanging up.
Finn’s face is bright red when he finally takes it out of his hands. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Jaeden, Sophia, Jack, Wyatt, Chosen, and Jackson just started following her!” Sadie announces.
“How the fuck did they hear about this so fast?”
Millie just waves her phone in response.
Y/n: Dude, why are all of your friends following me?
Finn: I’m sorry
Y/n: Now I feel pressure to post funny stuff since famous people are looking at what I’m doing
Finn: You’re already funny, trust me they’ll love your posts
Finn: whats ur deal with famous people anyway
Y/n: the paparazzi are always watching u guys
Finn: tell me about it
Finn: so your worried theyll start watching you too?
Y/n: no just that they’ll start looking at what your looking at and laugh and b like ‘oh wow this bitch think she cool’
Y/n: idk its stupid
Finn: no its not
Finn: I cant say anything without it being analyzed 50 times over during interviews
Y/n: plus some celebs think theyre better than normal ppl just bc theyre famous so idk i thought u were like that at first
When Finn hears about Matt and Ross looking for another female actress his age, he’s stunned. Sophia’s busy doing something and he hasn’t really heard of any really big kid-actresses right now (or maybe he’s spent too much time hanging out only with the Stranger Things and It kids).
Anyways, he tells you immediately. Your squeal is loud enough to puncture his eardrums.
“I asked them if they would be willing to hire someone who hasn’t acted in a big movie before,” Finn says, smiling as you clap your hands to your cheeks to hide your grin, “and they said they wouldn’t mind as long as she was good!”
“Do you really think they would hire me?” you ask, your hand still cupped over your mouth.
“You’ll be hired the second they see you,” Finn promises and wonders how he still hasn’t met you in person.
Is it possible to fall in love in a year?
Finn thinks so. He knows it was the right decision to reply to your comment. He still can’t believe how down-to-earth you are, how you struggle with math just like him, how you’re an amazing writer. He’s read some of your fics and even edited a short story you wrote and entered into a contest. You didn’t even place, unfortunately, but Finn’s been encouraging you to publish it for at least a month. The judges were fucking stupid not to give you first place.
How can it be that you two haven’t even met each other in person yet are so close? Finn has no idea how tall you are compared to him, what you smell like, what your hair feels like with his fingers running through it, yet you text each other every single day and while video chatting, seem to communicate without talking. He knows your favorite color, your birthday, what games you like to play, what sports you like, and vice versa.
You’re a nice dose of reality when he’s overwhelmed with the stresses of Hollywood. You’ve talked him to sleep many a time when he’s freaking over a scene he has to shoot and he’s helped you study for tests you have to take. The two of you are orbiting in completely different circles. You’re working for grades, he’s working for money.
And yet Finn’s palms sweat whenever you respond to one of his texts or smile at him from your phone screen. Your laugh makes his world appear in high-definition.
Finn thinks he’s in love.
He thinks you might like him too, based on how many guys you’ve turned down in the past three months (five. You told Millie about them. Surprisingly, the two of you are close as well).
But how could he be, if he’s never even touched you?
(Sometimes, like right now, he really does feel like Mike Wheeler. They both fell in love at a really young age to girls they didn’t really know.)
Y/n: Favorite vacation?
Y/n: No way, you’ve gone?
Finn: It was awesome
Y/n: Did you snorkel? Did you see turtles? Is the water super clear?
Finn: Yeah, all that and more. The fish weren’t afraid of us; I swam right through a school of them.
Y/n: So. Lucky!
Y/n: Oh, did I tell you I’m sending in a video of myself acting, singing, and dancing to a theater company?
Finn: no way! What play are they putting on? Which theater company is it?
Finn: No shit! Dude, you won’t even need the Stranger Things role to get famous!
Y/n: Ikr! Anyways, I gotta go, cya
Is it bad that Finn wants to take you to Hawaii now?
Finn can’t believe it when Matt and Ross say he can go to your interview too, since he was the one who recommended you in the first place. The two of you are so excited to finally meet the other.
Finn’s counting down the days.
Exactly a week from when the two of you are finally, finally going to meet the other, he gets this text:
Y/n: Hey Finn. Um so my grandpa took a bad fall and I’m not really that close to him but we’re all traveling across the country to see him and my grandma. They’re not sure he’s gonna make it because there was some internal bleeding and stuff and his kidneys aren’t doing too hot, but I won’t be able to make it to the interview. I already told Matt and Ross. Just thought you should know.
Finn wants to scream. Why couldn’t your grandpa have waited a week?
Finn: It’s totally okay. I’m glad you’re going to see him. You’ll have to let me know how he’s doing, okay? Do you have another date you could do the interview?
Y/n: Matt and Ross suggested Monday the 22. It works for us, wbu?
Without even looking at his calender, Finn replies yes. Who cares if he’s got something going on?
Finn: What about you, what’s your favorite vaca?
Y/n: I’d have to say Great Wolf Lodge. Have you ever gone?
Finn: I think maybe once or twice when I was younger, idk
Y/n: It’s really great! We go every year for Thanksgiving. it’s pretty much the only time i actually see my parents. the water park is humongous and have you heard of MagiQuest? You can go on quests and they’re kinda lame but its still fun. When I was younger you could make your own remote-control cars and I would race mine up and down the hallways…
You kept explaining to Finn and he was reading but really, he was imagining you saying all that to him not on a screen but actually next to him.
Yeah, he’s in love with you.
“Hey, dude, can I borrow your phone for a sec?” Caleb asks.
“Sure,” Finn answers and tosses it to him.
“Dude, what’s your lock screen?” Caleb snickers. “Oh my God, is it her school schedule?”
Finn flushes as Gaten turns, seemingly summoned by the mere mention of Y/n. “Her schedule is his lock screen?” Gaten clarifies.
Caleb nods, chucking the phone back at Finn.
“Well, I don’t want to call her while she’s in class!” Finn defends. Except for Spanish class, because the teacher’s never there.
“Dude, you are so whipped!” Jack chuckles, appearing out of nowhere.
Y/n: Dude, guess what?
Y/n: You’re never going to believe this but…
Y/n: Broadway recalled me!
Finn: No fucking way! I’m so happy for you!
Y/n: And also… 4 more days!
Finn: Do you think it’s going to be awkward, seeing each other in real life?
Y/n: Why would it be?
Finn doesn’t have a response for that.
There’s two days left to go when the media starts to attack Finn for ignoring his fan. The truth is that he’d been so exhausted he just couldn’t deal with signing an autograph, taking a picture, and answering 300 questions. He just couldn’t deal with it.
Now he’s just searching up his name on Google and refreshing the page as articles swarm in about how ‘heartless’ and ‘insensitive’ he is.
There’s not one thing about how he’s a kid actor. He’s tired. He deserves a break.
Then his phone chimes. He can tell by the ringtone that it’s you. He fully expects either a ‘Finn, why’d you ignore that fan?’ or a ‘hey, it’s okay, they don’t understand’ but instead it’s a screenshot.
You send another.
You’re sending him tens of screenshots of tumblr, twitter, and facebook posts defending him. Maybe that’s not a lot in real life but the fact that some people can see it just make Finn want to cry.
So he does. And somehow he calls you and through his tears manages to give his thanks.
“I understand,” you say. Both of you are wishing you could hug him right now. “I wish you didn’t have to deal with this but I understand.”
One day left and the two of you are freaking out. You’re taking a plane to Orange, California, for a meeting with Matt and Ross (from the way Finn speaks so highly of your skills the interview is practically a formality). The Stranger Things kids have been staying in Orange close to the brothers so they’ll be able to start reading through the script the second they’ve finalized it, which will be any day now when they’ve found an actress for the part of an orphan who’s connected to the lab because her dad is Dr. Brenner and she knows where he is. The orphan’s name isn’t decided yet, but that’s the part you’re hoping to get.
You can’t help but wonder what Finn will be like in real life.
“Y/n!” Matt says, extending his hand. You shake it, smiling nervously, and then shake Ross’ hand.
“Hello!” you say brightly. “Thank you so much for letting me audition for this part.”
“It’s no trouble, really. From the way Finn speaks of you, we know you have real talent. Now, we’re just going to give you a few characters and a scenario and we’ll have you act out how you think they’ll react, all right?”
“Sure,” you agree.
You’re just finishing up with the audition when the door bangs open. “Sorry I’m late, the traffic was terrible—”
Adding the last finishing touches to Alexa’s makeup, she smiled at you. “You are the best, (Y/N).” She breathed out, turning her head from side-to-side. You beamed, shaking your head. “You’re one of my favorites to work with. I just love your complexion!” You laughed, placing your brush back into its holder.
“There’s my girl.” Finn walked up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist. Alexa grinned at the two of you, watching as you leaned back into his touch. “Looks like somebody’s about to go on.” You turned your head, feeling as he kissed you quickly. He nodded his head and you could feel his heart racing.
You tapped your manicured nails along the dashboard as Finn drove the both of you to the arena; you had been continuously tapping for around 10 minutes when Finn suddenly placed his hands over you.
“Love, why are you doing that thing with your nails- I know for sure you only do that when you’re nervous about something.” He questioned, glancing at you whilst trying to keep his eyes on the road. Your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as he pointed out one of your most common habits. Finn saw the blush on your cheeks and sighed, “Love, why are you nervous? you’ve talked to most of the lads already and you know they love you.” You pouted your lips slightly as you tried desperately to think of a half believable lie.
“I’m not nervous at all” You tried; your voice meek and failing to provide any sort of legitimacy. He raised an eyebrow at you, practically begging for an actual answer. “Okay so maybe I am a little nervous- I’ve only spoken to Karl, Sami and the girls over twitter, so what if they just hate me in real life. It’s like the equivalent to them thinking they’ll see a cool tiger or something and then up I turn, just a turtle. Also just will put it out there, it’s insanely cute you know my nervous habit.” you let out a small giggle, intertwining your delicate fingers with his free hand.
“First, you’re welcome darlin’. But most importantly, turtles are cool.” Finn spoke, a soft tone echoing through the overly cramped car you were sitting in. “And don’t even try to argue with me about it. You just do you and you’ll be fine alright, if not… I’ll be there.”
“God baby, I know that and I don’t even know why I’m nervous. I just think it’s because you’re so close to literally all of them and I want it to stay that way.” You muttered. Obviously, by any means, you didn’t want to affect Finn’s relationships he’s built for years now.
Shifting his hand from your palm and placing it firmly on the top of your thigh, a faint sigh left his lips. “You, yes you. Need to stop worrying so much.” He uttered, tensing his hand in order to squeeze your leg with a small smirk etching on his face.
After a car journey which seemed to have lasted a lifetime and the constant halting at what was practically every red light across the state you finally reached the arena. You leant your body to maneuver yourself out of the car door, instantly letting your eyes roam to the colourfully bannered arena wall; Finn’s face plastered all over it. Soon after, the muscular physique of your boyfriend appeared next to you, his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders for your bodies to meet in a tight hug. “My baby looks good on a building.” you giggled whilst nuzzling your face into his shoulder; the familiar smell of his cologne strong against your nose.
“I always look good. Now c’mon you goof, we better head in.” He chuckled in return, leading your frame in through the entrance to the arena and towards the main area which is a direct contrast to the peaceful area you were previously in. His arm released from your shoulder slightly, twisting your body to face his, “Karl said he’d meet us up the corridor, you ready babe.”
With yours and Finn’s relationship, you never liked to be apart under any circumstances and with his job and the one you were currently training to partake in; it was hard to find time for each other… that’s why whenever you were together, your bodies were in contact at all times. Continuing to walk further into the busy bustle of people in the corridor, both your and your boyfriend’s fingers found each other’s as his long-lasting friends Karl and Luke were seen only a mere few steps away.
“Ay there’s our Finn.” Karl exclaimed, tugging him into a so-called ‘bro hug’. “This must be Y/N, it’s nice to actually meet you in person. I know a lot of the girls have been asking about you coming, they want to see you.” He laughed getting an approving nod from Gallows.
“Oh thank you, it’s nice to finally meet you guys.” you exclaimed before wrapping your arms tightly around Finn’s as he backed away from his brothers. “Well, it’s nice to actually be face to face with the two people who he’s going on non-stop about every single bloody day.”
Light chuckles could be heard from everyone’s lips as you received a small nudge from your boyfriend signaling his unamused response at your playful remark. “Darlin’ I know we literally just got here and I’d love to introduce you to everyone but I do seriously need to get to this creative meeting and then do my paint. I really do hate to leave you but I’m sure one of the others will find you sooner or later.” Finn spoke, glancing down at the glistening metal watch fastened tightly around his wrist.
A small smile crept over your face knowing just how sincere he was in his realisations. Of course if you both could you’d be together every second of every day, however, a little time apart can be the best time of all. Especially when he’s stressed; when he’s stressed he’s cranky and when he’s cranky he’s unresponsive. You tugged your arm to be released from his hold and placed a playful push on his perfectly chiseled bicep, “Just go, I’ll be fine babe. I promise.” After a matter of seconds and a few more nudges, the figure before you slowly made his retreat leaving you in a situation of pure independence…
~ 2 hours later ~
Strolling down the corridor, my eyes searched each and every open door to spot her; her perfect body, her intense eyes and her contagious smile. But still, even after reaching the 5th door frame, I was with no luck whatsoever. Multiple ongoing thought surged through my mind; I guess I couldn’t help it. I needed that assurance she was always fine- there’s no way in hell I’d be able to think clearly not knowing otherwise…
My head jolted around every corner until a familiar figure caused my attention to draw his direction. “Karl brother, have you seen Y/N? I can’t help but worry and I know it’s stupid but have you seen her.” I exclaimed in a flash, hurriedly approaching the seated body of my ‘best buddy’.
“Woah woah, relax- slow down there. She’s fine, come take a walk with me.” My friend mumbled, leaping off the crate he was previously perched on to walk further down the overly cramped arena corridors. I followed unsure of where we were going but the same comment stuck in my head the entire time spent walking; “She’s fine.”
No more than a mere minute later I found myself stood in amongst the currently unoccupied seats of the sold-out arena. My eyes gazed intently on the squared-circle before me, and most importantly the person in it… She didn’t recognize me staring and part of me was glad for that fact but still, even with this much distance between us, I could still see her eyes glisten in amongst the multicolored lighting, even if she wasn’t looking my direction. She just had that effect on me- an effect that no one else on the planet could. “Jeez Finn if you stare anymore, I’m afraid you’re gonna let her take my place as your main babe.” Karl joked, his elbow jabbing the exposed skin on my arm.
“That might just have to happen to be honest. It’s hard to even keep my eyes off her for two seconds here and those past two hours killed me.” I added; a wide grin becoming an ever-present part of my facial features now.
“No seriously Finn, I’ve never seen you so crazy for a girl before. It’s actually unbelievable how much you both care for each other and it shows. Even in that ring full of 5 other women, your eyes have never left her and that’s an accomplishment in itself. She’s honestly the one for you Finn; it may have taken long but you finally found her.”
I guess I always knew I’d found that one special person from the moment I laid eyes on that girl. My heart may not have wanted to show it for a while but now, every waking moment I spend not being able to hide my love for her. It’s impossible. But in other words, it’s also impossible to believe that I found her; a living angel in a world of 7 billion people…
A/N - Yeah sorry guys for dragging this out for so so long! I just felt like it was so crappy for ages but I finally finished it so I really hope you enjoyed it and it was okay. Sorry again for being inactive for so long, both of us had a lot to deal with over the past couple of weeks xo ~ Nikkii