Finn Wolfhard X Reader
Requested by anon at 12:05 am (eastern standard time) and posted at 12:51 pm. “ Finn wolfhard one shot thing based off the song “banana pancakes” by jack johnson? lol tysm 💜’’
Summary: Y/N and Finn decide to call in “sick to work” and stay home to have a lazy day.
Author’s Notes: This is a pretty good song. Listen to it while you read this. Also, I’ve been sick as fuck, so sorry this is late.
Word Count: 560 short lil guy
At 6 am every day, you and Finn get up to go to your jobs. Whether you’re off to the university campus or he’s off to film, every day is the same routine. Today though, today was different. Today, when the alarm went off, you only held each other tighter. When the alarm continued, you chose to roll closer to his chest.
“We need to get up, Y/N,” Finn whispered into your hair. You could tell that he really did not believe what he was saying. He wanted to sleep just as much as you.
“Just call in sick, and I’ll get notes from Chelsea or something. Please just stay here with me,” you begged. You didn’t bother lifting your head up to speak, you left it buried in Finn’s chest.
Finn began to roll out from under you, but you just pulled the covers over your head. Even if Finn was leaving, you needed a day off. “Hey, Millie. Yeah, I’m not feeling too good today. Can you go ahead and tell the Duffers that I won’t make it in today?” Finn spoke into the phone, making his voice sound a little hoarse. “Thanks, Millie. See you tomorrow."
You lifted the blankets up so Finn could climb back under, to hold you. As soon as Finn got into bed, his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you onto his chest. Soon, the both of you drifted off to sleep again.
Your eyes began to flutter back open at about 10. A warm and sweet scent drifted into your bedroom, and immediately you knew Finn was downstairs making his special pancakes.
Slowly, you stretched out and tossed the covers off. Your pajama pants were on the floor, so you quickly put them back on. When you made it downstairs, Finn was there with a cute little apron on at the stove top.
"Oh, you’re awake,” Finn said when he saw you in the doorframe. “How would you like your eggs, love?"
The kitchen table was set up with two empty plates and several serving plates. There were plates of bacon, banana pancakes, and various fruits with cucumbers and green peppers. "Um, can you make mine over easy, please?” you asked Finn.
“Of course Y/N,” Finn said with the cutest smile. The smile where his eyes closed and his cheeks puffed. You pulled a stool up to the breakfast bar and played on your phone until Finn was ready to eat.
When the eggs were set down, both you and Finn took a seat right next to each other and dug in.
The banana pancakes were your favorite, and they just so happened to be Finn’s specialty. He made them better than anyone. The dough was always light and airy and the bananas had cinnamon on them for taste.
When you and Finn were finally full, the plates went into the sink to be watched. Then, extra pancakes were placed in the refrigerator.
“Oof I’m stuffed,” Finn groaned, spreading his long limbs out and plopping down on to the couch. You laid down on top of him and let out a content sigh. Your organs felt almost squished from your bloated stomach.
All you said in return was an “mhm,” and you just pulled the throw blanket over yourself.