The Art of Falling In Love (With a Stranger): Part 2
Finn Wolfhard x Reader
e/c: eye color
h/c: hair color
h/t: hair texture
y/f/n: your full name
“Finn?” You’re not even aware your feet are moving.
“H-hey, Y/n,” he says shakily, running a hand through his hair. “Fancy meeting you here…” God damn it, Finn, you knew she was going to be here, he curses himself. “I mean… good to see you again?” Again? You’ve never seen her before in your life!
“You’re such a dork,” you sigh, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck before leaning back slightly to look him in the eyes. “You know, it’s great to be able to actually do that.”
“Y-yeah,” Finn agrees and then curses himself some more. He sounds like fricking Bill Denbrough right now!
“Well, Y/n, we’ll get back to you in about two days,” Matt declares as you turn around.
“I think it’s safe to say you’re hired,” Ross murmurs as he shows you and Finn out. The door closes shut behind the pair of you and Finn shoves his hands deep in his pockets.
“Do you want to… I don’t know, have lunch?” you suggest.
“Yeah, sure,” Finn agrees two seconds too late, too busy staring at you. Your camera really hadn’t done you justice. Your sparkling e/c eyes, your h/t h/c hair waving slightly in the wind… you’re fucking gorgeous.
“Something on my face?” you chuckle, rubbing at the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.
“No, no… it’s just… never mind,” Finn mumbles, flushing. “Shall we go, then?”
“We shall,” you giggle, taking his outstretched arm and maybe you’re laughing at his phrasing and maybe Finn doesn’t care. When you say, “Where to, good sir?” he knows you’re poking fun at him.
“What restaurant captures your fancy, madam?” Finn opens the door to the taxi he’d rented for the day and bows you inside.
“Hmm…” you muse, tapping your chin with your pointer finger while kicking your feet into Finn’s lap. “How about Noodles & Company?”
Finn taps the driver’s shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, I heard,” the driver snaps, not amused by their antics.
You frown as Finn reels back, affronted. The driver pulls up the barrier so the pair of you can talk in peace.
“Can you believe…” you gesture between the pair of you.
Finn shakes his head. “I’m ninety percent sure I’m dreaming.”
“I’m two hundred percent sure I’m not, because if I was, I would be stuck inside either It or Stranger Things like a bad self-insert fic.” You shiver as if the thought disgusts you that much and elaborate at Finn’s questioning look, “It and Stranger Things are pretty much the only things I’m reading, writing, and watching right now so that’s leaking into my dreams and making some pretty awful plots. I know everything that’s going to happen!”
Finn laughs. “I bet the only reason you’ve been obsessed with those shows is because I was in them!” He waggles his eyebrows.
You snort. “You wish.”
“You wound me.” Finn clasps a hand to his chest.
The two of you banter playfully through lunch, bowling, and ice cream, until you tell Finn you have to leave.
“What?” He looks crushed and everything about him droops, completely forgetting about his half-finished chocolate cone. “But you were only here a day!”
“I know, but I don’t trust my parents to feed Larry and Owl,” you explain.
“My lizard and my dog. I don’t doubt for a second the cats will go hungry; my mom loves them. But half the time I’m not really sure they even know we have a dog, let alone a lizard.”
“Which one is which?”
“Larry the lizard and Owl the dog.”
“You named your dog Owl?”
“You’re not supposed to answer that with a question, Y/n.”
“I’m pretty sure I was drunk when I named Owl, but it stuck, so…” You shrug.
“I can’t believe you have to go.” Finn pouts.
“Hey, if all goes to plan, I’ll be back soon enough to start reading lines!” you say cheerfully.
“Oh, you definitely got the part,” Finn reassures you and, taking a chance, laces his fingers with yours. You look at him, surprised, but don’t pull away.
“I’m sure the fact I have no experience did little good for me,” you fret.
“You still got the part, don’t worry,” Finn promises.
“You know what’s weird?” you say in the taxi.
“Now that I’ve auditioned, I don’t know if I want to get the part,” you confess. “I mean, I love Stranger Things. I love watching Stranger Things. If we know everything that happens in a scene when we film it it probably won’t be as exciting watching it.”
“Trust me, watching the final product is always amazing,” Finn reassures you, squeezing your hand. “You know everything that’s going to happen but the lighting and the music and the cuts where we didn’t burst out laughing… it’s different to watch than to act, even if it’s the same scene, you know?”
“I guess.” You squeeze his hand back.
Y/n: I can’t believe we only got a day together.
Finn: We’ll get longer when we’re filming. Sometimes the cast will take weekends off and take over an entire hallway of a hotel. If the filming crew and extras and lighting crew is there too we might even take up a whole floor!
Y/n: You know, I might not get the part
Finn: Nah, you will.
Finn: And if you don’t you can still come to the set to watch and come to the hotel crashes
Y/n: I can’t come to the set if I don’t make it! I wouldn’t be able to look the bros in the eye
Y/n: It would be so awkward
Finn: I’ll smuggle you in in a suitcase
Y/n: Oh yea bc i would totally fit
Finn: Well, yeah. you’re tiny.
Y/n: I’m not that short!
Finn: You really are.
Even if it was only for a day, Finn’s insanely grateful for the time he did have with you. You’re a full head shorter than him and smell like peppermint and lemon. Your hair feels like silk.
Just knowing that makes him feel a little less anxious, though why he would be, he doesn’t know.
At 2:42 a.m. Finn’s phone goes off. He reaches around blindly until he finds the vibrating object and then puts it to his ear. A loud squeal welcomes him into the world of the living.
“God damn!” Finn holds it away from his ear.
“Finn, I got the role!” you squeal, bouncing up and down (he can hear you).
“No way!” Finn exclaims. “I told you you would!”
“No, you don’t understand, I got both the Stranger Things and Broadway roles!”
“Holy shit! Really?”
“I can’t believe it!”
“I’m so happy for you! I told you you could do it!” Then Finn is reminded of a conversation he’d had with his mom: “Hey, Y/n?”
“So, you know, with both the Broadway and ST roles, you won’t be at home a lot, right?”
“So?” You sound ecstatic and Finn knows why: from what he’s heard of your parents, they’re not the best.
“So, no one’s going to be around to take care of Larry and Owl.”
You stop bouncing. “Holy shit, I can’t believe I forgot about that.” You sound so defeated Finn’s relieved to tell you the next part.
“So, I talked to my mom and she and Dad wouldn’t mind taking care of Owl and Larry.”
There’s a long pause and then: “You’re shitting me.” There’s no emotion in your tone. “Okay, this is too far. What the fuck is this, Finn? Donate-to-the-little-people-of-the-world-year?”
“Am I going to hear about this in the news tomorrow? ‘Young actors helping out less fortunate souls’? I can’t believe I thought you might actually—” you mutter something else but Finn can’t make it out.
“No, Y/n, I thought you would be glad,” Finn backtracks. “This is so you can do both Broadway and ST!”
“Okay, where are the drawbacks?” you snap. “Where do I start giving? This seems like I’m a charity case, Finn, and I’m not entirely sure you didn’t pick me at random to start giving and better your image.”
Finn’s speechless. All he’s done is helped you out and now you’re snapping in his face. “You don’t have to give anything to me! We’re friends, Y/n!”
“By chance! What are the odds you’d just see that comment and see that I want to be an actress?” you yell. “I can’t believe you had the wool over my eyes for so long! I’m just being made fun of right here! Why else would you hold my hand? Are there cameras in my room, Finn? Are you screenshotting our texts and posting them on Facebook? See, this is why I hate Hollywood. You all entertain yourselves at the cost of the little people’s feelings!”
There’s a click and you hang up. Finn’s still frozen.
Finn: Y/n please just talk to me
Finn: Y/n I’m begging you
Finn: I swear this isn’t a joke
Finn: I’m not making fun of you
This user has blocked you
Finn slumps against the wall, the tears coming faster and faster now as he types out one last mesage:
Finn: Y/n I’m in love with you
This user has blocked you
You hang up the phone, gasping for air as you sob harshly. You bend over at the waist because you can feel heartbreak inside you like a clawed hand, clamping over your heart with an iron fist. You can’t believe you were so stupid.
So stupid as to think luck would smile on you now.
So stupid as to think they weren’t making fun of you.
So stupid as to think someone might actually be interested in you.
If you can’t sleep tonight, sobbing into your pillow while saying ‘yes’ to both offers, well, no one will know.
Only you and Larry.
Finn: I know we’re only sixteen and we’ve only met each other twice but I’m so fucking in love with you it hurts
This user has blocked you
Finn: Y/n I miss you so much I don’t think you understand
This user has blocked you
Finn: Everything I see reminds me of you
This user has blocked you
Whenever Finn sees something funny, his first thought is Y/n would like this.
Finn was watching TV when an ad for Great Wolf Lodge came on. For obvious reasons, the remote is now broken.
You’ve got a boyfriend now, a boy shorter than Finn but taller than you. He’s got straight blond hair and blue eyes. He’s the opposite of Finn.
Finn used to think that when writers wrote about heartbreak they overexaggerated it for effect.
Heartbreak is a living, breathing thing that’s nestled in his chest, wrapping its cold fingers around his lungs and squeezing, piercing them with its nails. It hurts and he can’t breathe and everything reminds Finn of Y/n.
“Did you ever make fun of her before?” his mom asked.
“No, not ever!”
Finn can’t say or do anything except stare at the picture of Y/n wearing her new boyfriend’s sweatshirt, her h/c hair rumpled underneath a baseball cap. She’s not smiling though, and her eyes look dull.
Finn selfishly hopes she misses him as much as he misses her.
“You met her once,” Millie tries to cajole him. She was the only one able to get the story out of Finn. “I don’t know why she thinks we’re making fun of her, do you?”
Then Caleb shoves his phone in Finn’s face. “Watch the video,” he instructs.
Finn watches the video.
“This is my best prank yet,” a boy says to the camera, his eyes dancing. “There’s this girl a year younger than me and I asked her to hoco and she said yes! I told her I’m going to pick her up tonight! Look at the loser!”
He turns the camera around and a girl is sitting on her front doorstep, shoulders hunched. Finn guesses it’s cold. The lights are on inside the house but not outside so he can’t see the girl’s face, only her outline, but he can vaguely see where this is going.
Then the boy’s face is in the camera again, but he’s not outside. People are shouting nearby and the lights are dim. He’s at the dance.
“Guys, she still came!” the boy exclaims excitedly. “I can’t believe how dumb she is!”
Then he’s in a crowded room as someone clambers onto a stage, yelling something about a Homecoming King and Queen.
The King is already standing on the stage, but then the announcer unmistakably shouts “Y/f/n!”
The music cuts off and everyone silent. A spotlight sweeps around the room, searching for you. Finally it finds you. You look stunning but also stunned.
“Y/f/n!” the announcer yells again. Finally someone pushes you forwards and you shakily clamber onto the stage, the stunned expression not wavering.
“Congratulations,” the announcer says busily. “If you’ll just stand right here…” He leads her close to the King but just far away enough so that whatever they’re going to do to you isn’t going to affect him.
Then a bucket of what looks like blood splatters onto you.
“Ha!” the boy crows. “Pig’s blood, bitch! You just got pranked!”
The video cuts off after that.
“I’d say that’s where her fear of getting made fun of stems from,” Caleb says.
Finn gets to his feet. “Don’t—ever—tell her you saw that, all right?”
“Dude—” Caleb starts but Finn cuts him off with a growl.
“All right, dude. I just searched her up on Google to find her Instagram account and this popped up.”
Finn walks off.
Things I Wish I Could Say To Finn:
- I don’t know how but I think I’m in love with you
The day of the reading you walk in with a set jaw. Though you greet everyone with a smile, they all know it’s forced and something’s definitely off when you say nothing to Finn, who stares at you like a kicked puppy and misses half of his lines.
To no one’s surprise, he manages to corner you after the reading’s done and he’s assigned extra work.
“Y/n please talk to me,” he sighs, closing his eyes tiredly.
“You should get some sleep,” you say coldly.
“I’m not going to sleep until you talk to me,” he says defiantly even as you start to walk away.
“Fine, then!” You whirl around. “I’m talking to you! What do you want?”
“Y/n, I’m not making fun of you, I promise,” Finn sighs. “I saw the video on YouTube, all right?”
You freeze and stiffen.
“I get it now. I do. But please, what have I ever done that would make you think I’m making fun of you?”
Millie smiles when she sees the two of you walking out of the building. Maybe not hand-in-hand, but Finn doesn’t look as depressed and you don’t look as angry. She hopes you guys’ve stopped fighting because damn, Finn doesn’t do separation well.
Three Months Later…
“Hotel party!” Caleb cheers, cannonballing into the pool and spraying Gaten in the face.
“You dick, you got it up my nose!”
“Is this what they’re always like?” you ask, fanning your nails in the air with Millie, Sadie, and Sophia.
“Worse,” Millie answers. “Thank God you’re here. You run a tight ship, Captain Y/n.” She bumps shoulders with you and you giggle.
The last three months had been a rough transition into fame. Once news got out that you were a new star on Stranger Things, the video on YouTube blew up online… but unlike what you’d expected, people complained so much it actually got taken down.
You’re running your own campaign now, an anti-bullying one. Sadie helps with it, especially considering you’re acting in two shows right now that are practically 500 million miles away from each other (or that’s what it feels like on the flights, anyways).
“Y/n, watch this!” Finn waves wildly at you from the diving board and then cannonballs in.
“Nice, loser!” you call back in perfect unison with Jack. “If you’ll excuse me, ladies…” You shove the boys out of the way (except for Chosen, because he stepped out of your way) and climb up the ladder. “Watch and learn, boys.” Thank god for diving lessons, you think before tilting off the board, somersaulting twice, and entering the water without hardly a splash.
When you surface Noah’s cheering for you. You grin at him before being yanked underwater.
“Finn!” you yell, splashing the curly-haired boy in the face.
“Love you, Y/n,” he says sweetly, pecking you on the lips, before ducking under the water to multiple catcalls and swimming away as fast as he could.