Winner
Finn Wolfhard x Female!Reader
warnings/tags: swearing
summary: you get the chance of a lifetime to work on the set of ST5 and you also catch the eye of finn!
wc: 4266
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hi lovliesss!! happy new year!! this fic was actually supposed to be A LOT longer but i decided to cut it short bc i haven't posted in a few weeks, so if it feels like it's incomplete...it kinda is. also i think i unintentionally wrote gn!reader but i don’t wanna tag it incorrectly, so if someone could lmk that’d be great :p. anyways the season finale has actually made me a shell of a person so yeah lol. hope everyone enjoys!
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You habitually picked at the skin on your thumb, an anxiety laden laugh escapes your mouth– opening college acceptance letters was a breeze in comparison to this. You were dumbfounded that you even made it this far.
A top three finalist.
The submission post wasn’t even meant to be taken seriously. You honestly only submitted one to appease your friends who kept pestering you. They knew of your love for the critically acclaimed television show ‘Stranger Things’, having grown up with the show, and they also recognized your talent for writing, it was your major after all.
The contest was all across social media with every advertisement reading, ‘Submit your Stranger Things ending and you could be selected to join us in the writers’ room!’
The prompt was simple enough and having been a fan for so long, you had your theories. So pen to paper it went. Many hours were spent drafting and writing your submission, when you should have been studying for finals and completing assignments.
After all was said and done, you submitted your final piece and moved on with your life. The repetitious cycle of school and work took your mind off the contest. It wasn’t until a few months went by, did the contest cross your mind again.
Hundreds, maybe even thousands of notifications flooded your phone; multiple text messages from friends and family, comments from strangers on your Instagram, and finally a congratulations email and social media post from the official Stranger Things account announcing you as a top three finalist.
The opportunity of a lifetime was within arms reach.
The anticipation continued to build during the week-long wait. And finally, the day came. You spent your entire morning shift at your campus’ local coffee shop looking at the clock on the register everytime you took a customer’s order, and you debated ditching your midday literature and film class to instead wait anxiously in your room for five hours, you decided against that.
Upon the return to your shared apartment, you were bombarded by your three roommates, all of whom were speaking over one another with questions and excitement lacing their voices. It was a struggle getting to your room with your friends trailing behind you as if they were baby ducklings. You managed to shut the bedroom door and lock it, effectively kicking your friends out of the room. You needed to be alone for the reveal, embarrassed at the fact that you may break down if you lost.
Retrieving you laptop from your backpack, you set it down on your desk and began to login. Each time your finger hit a key your heart thumped harder and harder against your chest as the adrenaline coursed throughout your bloodstream. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you checked the time on the screen again. One final minute remained until your fate was revealed. An uneasiness festered in your chest as you took deep breaths in attempt to satiate your anxiety.
The moment the clock switched to 5 PM you smashed your finger against the refresh key. The webpage thought for a moment, taunting you, before your emails began to load one by one. An unopened email sat boldly at the top of the inbox with a subject line that read ‘Stranger Things Contest Winner Announcement!’
Clicking on the email you squeezed your eyes shut, fearing the worst. Upon opening the email you were met with:
To whom it may concern,
We, the Duffer Brothers, would like to congratulate you on your skillfully impressive writing, and would like to thank you for showing us your passion for our show!
After careful contemplation with the help of our current writers and certain castmates, we have come to a decision. We would be honored to have you join our team and provide your ideas to complete the journey’s of our beloved characters from Hawkins, Indiana!
Please reply to this email to accept or deny this opportunity. If you do not reply within 24 hours, the opportunity will be given to the second place finalist.
We look forward to hearing from you, and once again, congratulations!
Sincerely,
The Duffer Brothers
“Holy shit,” you whisper to yourself, “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” You yelled, increasing your volume. At your voice, your doorknob began to frantically jiggle before a click of the lock sounded off. Bursting the door wide open, your friends barrelled in with frantic looks on their faces.
“I won!” You shouted at them with a grin plastered onto your face.
Pure chaos shortly ensued, your friends cheered and screamed and a chorus of ‘congratulations’ rang out. The night continued in celebratory fashion with champagne and a cake that read ‘We always believed in you!’ as they hurriedly shoved an alternate cake with the words ‘They don’t know what they’re missing’ into the back of the fridge.
Before you knew it, you put your academic pursuits on hold for your dream job and hopped on a flight that was headed for Atlanta. With the perks of winning the contest, you were living like royalty; an all inclusive first class flight to Atlanta, free housing for the duration of filming, and a monetary prize. Being the typical broke college student, you were beyond grateful for everything being given to you.
You were given a week to settle in to your fully furnished apartment unit before you were scheduled to meet your new team. The week passed by quickly as you became adjusted, most days were filled with long phone calls home to friends and family about every detail and interaction you had in the new city.
The following Monday you were woken up by your phones blaring alarm. You typically weren’t a morning person but today you shot out of bed at the sound of the alarm, wanting to give yourself ample time to prepare for the big day.
With your bag packed with everything you could possibly need; notebooks, an assortment of colored pens and highlighters, and other personal belongings, you locked up and left for set.
Placing your headphones on your head, you set them to max volume and set off on the ten minute walk to work, taking in the sights and feel of Atlanta’s morning air. Your walk was uneventful, having spent majority of the time creating scenarios of what the day may entail, both good and bad.
As you approached the front gate, a girl, not much older than you, dressed in business attire rushed out of the building and towards you, “Hello! You must be our lucky winner!” The woman called out cheerily, motioning for the security guards to open up the gates.
The gates metal squeaked as they slowly opened up, allowing you entry. You peeled the headphones from your head and shoved them haphazardly into your backpack and stuck your hand out towards the woman, “That’s me! Pleasure to meet you…” You trailed off.
“Oh excuse me, I’m Lara, I’m a PA here on set. I’ll be the one giving you the tour and breakdown of the place,” she replied enthusiastically. “Why don’t you walk and talk with me! There’s lots to do and so many things that I’d love to show you!” You both make your way inside the building.
Lara hurriedly gives you a tour of the building, highlighting certain areas that you would become very familiar with such as the writers’ room and smaller sets that were built on the soundstages, “Typically, all of our writers, aside from a select few, spend majority of their time in that one room. However, you my dear are a lucky outlier. I had the chance to read your submission and–,” Lara lets out a laugh of disbelief, “You–you are just pure talent,” you blush and thank her.
“Well dear, I think that covers pretty much everything tour-wise. Any questions? Did I tell you where the bathrooms are?” You nod your head and let out a light laugh, “Okay perfect! That leads us to our next bullet on the agenda!” Lara crosses off her next agenda item on her clipboard and guides you down a hallway that you vaguely remember from the tour.
“Like I mentioned earlier, you are our lucky winner here which has it’s perks but it also has it’s duties tied along with it. And one of those is a special promo video with everyone,” Lara stops at an unmarked door and slowly opens it for you. You glance at her with a questioning look on your face, “What do you mean by everyone?” With the door ajar, you are met with the entirety of the Stranger Things cast.
“Holy shit!” You holler out, caught completely off guard. Horror spreads across your face as you register what you said and a hand flies up to your mouth, “I’m so sorry,” you manage to squeak out.
The room breaks our in a roar of laughter, “That was the most perfect reaction ever!” A familiar voice calls out. Your eyes scan the group of actors that you’ve grown to love from a screen.
“Come in, come in!” One of the Duffer Brothers calls out to you, motioning you to join the cast. Your steps are slow, afraid that once you reach everyone they’ll all disappear and you would wake up.
“We’re so glad you could join us! Everyone has been dying to meet you! Your manuscript has been passed throughout the entire cast and honestly, we all loved it,” you shake the Duffer Brothers’ hands, “Somebody pinch me,” you say airily.
“Fear not kiddo, this is real, and you are joining the Stranger Things family!” You beam at the brothers, “Now whattaya say we all head out for lunch and get to know our newest addition,” cheers echo throughout the room from the cast.
The cast and you are split up amongst multiple vans with you being sat in the same van as Millie, Sadie, Finn, Noah, Caleb, and Gaten. The actors clamber into the van finding their designated spots. You stand their awkwardly and feeling out of place until Millie pats the spot inbetween her and Caleb, “Come sit next to me!”
The entire car ride to the restaurant the actors were asking questions about yourself and including you in all their jokes and playful bickering. Your heart warmed to see the people you’ve known your entire childhood so friendly and accepting towards you.
The lunch went just as smoothly with the older cast taking their turn to get to know you and discuss your ideas for the show. After everyone’s appetites were satiated, Matt and Ross gathered everyone together for a group photo that would later be posted to social media. “Alrighty everybody let’s head back!” You shuffled alongside the cast back to the respective vans.
This time you were sandwiched between Finn and Caleb in the van. The ride back was less chaotic than the first go around as everyone was stuffed full of food and groggy. It gave you had a moment to digest all that happened in the past few hours.
You felt a tap on your left shoulder, “Hey, you doing okay?” Finn asked in a hushed voice. Your eyes met his concerned brown ones and you a small smile spread across your face as you breathed out softly, “I’m more than okay. Just taking it all in,” Finn smiled back at your words, “Good, I’m glad to hear,” you nodded and turned to back to face forward.
Finn’s voice started once more, “Hey–uh–d’you think I could get your number or something?” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, “You’re a really talented writer and I’ve got a couple projects on the backburner, and I–uh was hoping maybe I could get your input?” Finn’s face scrunched up as he asked his question. You beamed at him once more, your face heating up, “I’m honored that you even asked. Here, hand me your phone, I’ll put my number in.”
Sadie’s voice suddenly came out from the row of seats in front of yours, “Wait! Me too, me too! I want her number too!” A plethora of pleas and whines followed Sadie’s and you were handed multiple cellphones, inputting your information into each one.
You handed the final phone back to its owner and sat back in your seat, “Don’t forget about me, I asked first,” a slight pout sat on the shaggy-haired brunette, “Saved the best for last,” you whispered back as you nudged his shoulder. As you handed Finn his phone back he looked at you contact profile, “You forgot something,” you furrowed your brows as you looked at the profile, “I don’t see anything. What did I forget?”
You leaned slightly more into the boy analyzing the screen when the boy quickly switched to his camera app and snapped a photo of you, “Hey!” You said in surprise. Finn made the photo your contact icon and showed it off to you with a satisfied smile on his face, “There, now it’s perfect.” Giggles drew your attention away from Finn and once again to Sadie, Noah, Millie, and Gaten, a quizzical look sat on your face as you tried to figure out what the group was laughing about.
Before you could figure it out, the car came to a halt and the vans doors opened up, “Alright kids, out of the car!” Everyone scrambled out of the car and gathered around the Duffer Brothers as they made their announcement, “That’s going to be a wrap on today! Everybody go home and get some rest as tomorrow some of you will be starting in costumes, some of us will be in rehearsal, and some of us will be in the writers’ room,” the brothers wiggled their eyebrows at you, “It was a wonderful day today and once again thank you all for your hardwork. I can’t wait to see what we all do with this final season!” The group of actors clapped and hooted at the speech and one by one began to disperse.
You bid your goodbyes to the castmates and made your way to find Lara. The PA handed you your backpack and schedule for the next week and the two of you parted ways. From your bag you retrieved your headphones and placed them around your neck as you readied yourself for the walk back to your apartment.
You lie in bed later that night staring at the ceiling, reflecting on the events that are your life. A buzz from your phone pulls you out of your thoughts. Your hands search blindly for the phone lost in the sheets, your grip it once you find it, squinting your eyes in preparation for its blinding light.
[unknown]: Hey! It’s Finn
Your heart began to speed up. Despite meeting the cast today and them being incredibly welcoming, you still were starstruck that they would want to reach out to you outside of a work setting.
[you]: hiii finn :)
[finn]: Just wanted to check in and see how you were doing. You had a big day!
[you]: yeahh, still can’t believe it if i’m being honest
[finn]: Totally, big changes always take a bit of getting used to. I’m always around if you feel overwhelmed!
[you]: thanks finn! i really appreciate it! everyone was so kind to me today, i felt so welcomed!
[finn]: You made it hard not to like you :). Plus you fit right it!
[you]: oh stoppp, you’re too sweet <3
[finn]: By the way, I was completely serious about wanting your input. You’re like a total wiz with your storytelling.
[you]: i’m glad you think so! i gladly accept the offer, whenever you want my help just lmk and i’ll be there!
[finn]: Perfect :)
[finn]: You should get some rest, the real work begins tomorrow
[you]: i think i will
[you]: thanks again finn, i really appreciate you checking in
[you]: goodnight finn, sleep well <3
[finn]: Of course, anytime
[finn]: Goodnight. See you tomorrow :)
You found yourself smiling throughout the entire text thread and rereading the messages after the conversation ended. The smile stayed on your face as you fell asleep.
The next few weeks were hectic as the work actually began. By the time you joined the team, they were about halfway finished with season five. The other writers eased into the process understanding that it was your first time in a setting like this. A handful of you ideas were chosen and adapted into the script and you were designated to write drafts for those scenes, which would later edited and pieced into the final script.
Episode six was currently in progress and yet it felt like everyone was at a standstill, “Okay, let’s take five. There’s no point in beating a dead horse,” said Matt, “Take a lap, use the bathroom, cartwheel down the hallway, whatever you need to do to get your creative juices flowing,” the writers shuffled out of the room, frustrated by the stint of writers block that they were all experiencing.
You walked to the lounge, certain that a pick-me-up coffee would shake you out of this funk. You got in line to order and scrolled on your phone while you waited when you felt a tap on your shoulder, “Hey stranger, long time no see,” you turned around to find a familiar brown-eyed boy.
“Hi Finn! How have you been?” you ask, enveloping the man in a hug. Finn freezes for a moment, caught off guard by your friendly nature. Despite only seeing each other in passing and the occasional text, you chat with him like he’s an old friend.
“I’ve been good, been busy but I’ve been good. How about you? I always see you around but you always seem like you’re on a mission so I try not to bother,” he replies. “You’d never be a bother to me,” you exclaim, waiving your hand at the ridiculous thought, “It’s been good though, really good. Some of my ideas are being written into the script and I think that’s all I could really ask for,” you beam.
Finn smiles back, you’re really cute with how passionate you are about this project, he thinks to himself, “Yeah? Any of those scenes mine?” He wiggles his eyebrows, a smug look on his face. You let out a hearty laugh, “There may be a few,” you reply with mischief in your tone.
The barista calls out next in line and takes your order, Finn cuts in after you and places an order as well, “It’s on me,” he says and uses his card to pay, “Thank you Finn, you didn’t have to,” Finn smiles softly at you, “No, but I wanted to.”
“Would you maybe want to sit with me? I mean if you’re not busy?” Finn asks, scratching his head, “We’re on a break right now, so I’ll have to get back soon, but I’d love to,” the two of you find a semi-secluded table and talk about what’s going on in your hectic schedules.
Ten minutes pass by in what feels like seconds and the two of you part ways. Before you can get too far Finn calls out your name and you turn of your heel to face his direction, “What’re you doing this weekend?” he asks. You shake your head, “Nothing. Why?” Finn pulls out his phone and after a couple of seconds you feel yours buzz in your back pocket, “That’s my address. I’ve got a script that needs some work…but–uh only if you want to and if you’re not busy.”
“I’ll be there,” you say back, “Great, yeah–awesome,” he replies and shoots finger guns at you, “Well–cool. Yeah, I’ll see you around then.” You smile and let out a breath of amusement, “Bye Finn,” Finn watches your figure get smaller and smaller as you retreat back to the writers’ room. He rubs his face and mutters to himself, “Nice going Finn, real smooth.”
The next few days leading up to your hangout had you extremely giddy, you tried not to get yourself too worked up and attempt to convince yourself that Finn only asked to meet up because he wanted another opinion on his work, but that didn’t stop you from calling your best friend back home and freaking out.
You arrived at Finn and Gaten’s shared apartment complex that Saturday.
[you]: hey, i’m here!
[finn]: Awesome, I’ll come down to get you
You rocked bath and forth on your heels as you waited; the ding of the elevator catching your attention. As the doors opened, Finn stood there with his hands in his pocket. Stepping out of the elevator, he approached you and enveloped you in a hug, “Hey! I’m so glad you could make it,” you happily embraced him back.
You follow Finn back into the elevator, a slight awkwardness hung in the air as the elevator slowly ascended. Finn cleared his throat, “Thanks again for agreeing to this,” you brush off his thanks, “It’s nothing really. I’m really just flattered that you like my writing that much,” Finn scoffs, “Like your writing? I don’t just like your writing. Y’know the Duffer Brothers had a couple of castmates read the submissions and as soon as I read yours…I knew we found our winner. You seriously ruined any other submission that I read,” you looked at Finn in awe.
“And that’s exactly why I want your help with this stupid script,” Finn finished as the elevator door opened. He led you into the apartment, it wasn’t anything too fancy nor was it in the typical state you’d expect from two men in their early twenties.
“I think Gaten said he’d be back in an hour, so it might be a loud if you wanted to stay in the living room. Otherwise we could work in my bedroom, up to you,” you agreed to work in Finn’s room, claiming that you would concentrate better.
Finn’s room was an amalgamation of everything he liked, posters of the Beatles and other bands littered the walls, instruments and music equipment were strewn about, and he even had a small DVD collection on one of his shelves. You took in the room, smiling to yourself at how much of him could be found in his room.
“Please, make yourself comfortable,” you plopped yourself onto the bed and set your backpack down on the floor nearby as Finn riffled through his desk drawers for his script. He explained the premise as he handed the papers to you. You scanned through the pages and storyboard that he developed. Finn sat across from you at his desk chair, his leg nervously bouncing and habitually biting his fingernail, “I know, I know. It’s shitty isn’t it.”
You quickly shook your head and protested, “No! Not at all. It’s an interesting and unique concept. It’s just a bit…what’s the word…underdeveloped,” you patted the spot on the bed next to you, “Here, come sit,” Finn took the spot as you provided your ideas.
Finn listens to you talk and swears that he could listen to you for hours on end. Not only were you beautiful, you were so passionate and confident in your abilities and Finn thought that was so hot. After laying out your final thoughts you turn to look at Finn with expecting eyes, waiting to hear his feedback. He stares back dumbstruck, if there was a sliver of a chance that he didn’t like you before, he definitely did now, “I know I keep saying it, but you’re actually a genius. How do you even think to come up with this,” you felt your face heat at his words.
“It just kinda comes naturally,” you murmur. The two of you are leaned in close together, but neither of you seem to notice, or care. “Well it’s a good thing I found you,” Finn says softly. You don’t know how it’s physically possible but you move in closer. Finn’s eye glance at your lips and quickly shift back to your eyes.
The bedroom door suddenly slams open, “Finn! Finn!” You and Finn jump apart from each other, “Guess what I–,” Gaten stops mid-sentence and stares at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, “Fuck. Shit. Sorry!” He calls out as he shuts the door just as quickly as he opened it.
Finn leans his body back against his headboard, putting his hands on his face to cover his embarrassment, “I’m so sorry,” he sighs out. You stare at the man hiding behind large hands. You fidget with your thumb, taking a moment to decide your next move, and grab ahold of his wrist. You rub your thumb alongside the back of his hand, trying to soothe him, “Don’t worry about it, seriously,” he peeks at your face, still embarrassed about the situation.
You quickly lean in and peck his cheek, “See? All better,” you whisper, your face centimeters close to his. Finn doesn’t let another opportunity go to waste and catches your lips is a soft kiss, testing the waters. You don’t hesitate to kiss back and your lips move in sync. The kiss is tender and sweet, exactly what you want from a first kiss with him. You reluctantly pull away, breathless, Finn looked at you languidly, “What would you say if I were to hypothetically ask you on a date,” he breathed out. A giggle escapes your lips, “Hypothetically, I would say yes,” a small smirk appears on Finn’s lips, “Next weekend? I’ll come pick you up.”
“I’d like that,” you recapture his lips once more.
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PART 2 TO FHE MIKE WHEELER ONESHOT PLSSPLSSPLSPLS
just dropped part two 😋😋 thanks for the love🫶🫶🫶
Drunk pt.2
Mike Wheeler x Female!Reader
warnings/tags: very slight s5 spoilers!!!, swearing, established relationship
summary: you’re still upset at mike’s previous actions so you ignore him. mike is desperate to apologize.
wc: 2315
hi lovlies!! here is part two to drunk! i hope everyone enjoys!
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48 hours. An entire weekend came and went.
It was radio silence from Mike. There were no phone calls for you, no check-ins on your walkie-talkie, no rocks thrown at your window in the middle of the night. Nothing.
Steve half dragged your sobbing figure home that eventful Friday night. Which is where you stayed all weekend long, stewing in your thoughts.
When you woke Saturday afternoon you found yourself very familiar with the porcelain in your bathroom and spent the majority of your day cozied up next to it. As night fell and the nausea subsided, you found yourself recalling your fight with Mike.
The memory in your mind was incoherent and choppy at best, but every word you could recall leaving Mike’s mouth made your heart ache. Tears flooded your vision as you laid curled underneath your blanket.
There was a fire in Mike’s eyes that burned with anger and frustration as he told you who and what you are. You are selfish and green with envy. You’re stubborn and when something doesn’t go your way, you run.
You cried harder.
Come Sunday morning you woke with your eyes swollen and nose stuffy, you didn’t think you could cry more even if you tried. You spent your day holed up in your room, only coming out to snag a quick breakfast and freshen up.
In attempt to distract yourself from the gnawing feeling inside your chest you turned the radio on and picked up a book.
Lying in bed you read the same page over and over and over again, the distraction turning out to be a complete failure.
A soft knock sounded at your bedroom door as your mother peaked her head in, “Honey, one of your friends is on the line,” your heart rate sightly picked up.
Reaching for the phone that sat on your bedside table you picked up the receiver and brought it to your ear, “Hello?” You hesitantly spoke into the phone.
“Hey kiddo!” Steve’s bright voice came through the phone.
“Oh, it’s you,” the disappointment could be heard in your voice.
“Geez, no need to sound so excited,” Steve forced out a chuckle. “Look kid, I know I’m probably not the person you were expecting to hear from, but I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.”
You’re disappointment quickly changed to anger. Steve Harrington of all people called to check in on you but your own boyfriend couldn’t. Mike couldn’t pick up his phone and call to tell you he fucked up and that he was sorry.
You let out an angry sigh, “You know what Steve, I really appreciate you calling. My weekend has been real shitty. First off, I was hungover and sick as shit— please remind me to never drink again. And I have been crying my eyes out all day and night over a stupid boy that can’t be bothered to do the very simple thing that you are doing right now,” you take in a deep breath after venting.
You didn’t deserve his treatment. Sure, you didn’t have powers like Eleven, you weren’t a sharp shooter like Nancy, you weren’t ridiculously smart like Dustin. But you had your assets; your ability to adapt to stressful situations is exactly why you were appointed to help devise the party’s plans, your loyalty and willingness to protect your loved ones without hesitation made everyone trust and rely on you.
Silence rang loud from the other end of the receiver, “Hello? Steve? You there?” You tentatively asked.
“Hi–yeah, I’m here,” Steve rushed his words out, “Yeah–it sucks real bad. So sorry to hear about your…crying? Listen kid, nice chat. I gotta go–,” Steve abruptly hung up the phone leaving you dumbfounded.
Back at the Squawk, Steve slammed the receiver back onto the hook and spun around to face his gaggle of teenagers, “Yeah, you’re fucked. Like royally screwed. She’s no longer in the sad stage and has officially entered pissed territory…Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.” Steve placed his hands on his hips.
Mike paced back and forth, biting his thumb nail, “Shit,” he whispered underneath his breath, “Shit,” he yelled.
“She’s never going to want to talk to me again. She hates my guts now. What do I do?” If Mike wasn’t stressed about the situation before, he definitely was now, “What do I do!?” Mike repeated, looking at his friends, praying that someone could come up with a solution.
“You could buy her roses?” Will suggested. “Or make her a mixtape of ‘I’m sorry’ songs?” Lucas added while Will nodded his head in agreement.
Steve groaned at the group of boys, “This is exactly why you dipsticks don’t have deep, long-lasting relationships,” Lucas and Dustin looked at each other, furrowing their eyebrows, “She wants an apology– you know? Like a real genuine one with heart. She wants you to get on your knees and beg her for forgiveness and she wants you to know why you’re apologizing.”
Mike raised his eyebrows, “That’s it?” Mike questioned, “It’s that simple? I can do an apology!” Mike laughed in relief. Mike was going to give you the best apology ever.
That is if you ever acknowledged him again.
At school on Monday, you had managed to evade Mike, not that it was very hard. Once you spotted him towering over everyone in the hallways, you would immediately turn around and find an alternative route.
You purposefully waited until the last second to find a seat in class, ensuring that you wouldn’t have to sit next to him. You did everything to put distance between you two.
By Tuesday, Mike figured out that you were avoiding him. He tried, and failed, multiple times to intercept you. Whether it was because you ran away, or you were whisked away by Max, who he was sure was helping you plot against him, or you just straight up ignored him.
He still wasn’t able to talk to you
When Wednesday rolled around Mike was ready to pull his hair out. Your science teacher paired the two of you up for a project, having always worked together in the past, and you requested to switch. Now Mike was stuck doing a project with some random mouth-breather when he should be working with you, his girlfriend.
That evening, Mike sat with his family at the dinner table pushing his food around his plate, “Is something wrong with the food Michael? You’ve barely touched it,” Karen asked with concern.
“Yeah Mike, something the matter? Perhaps trouble in paradise?” Nancy chimed in, her voice taunting. Mike narrowed his eyes at his sister. How would she know about his relationship problems?
Mike’s eyes widened in realization, “You’ve been talking to her!” He accused.
Nancy pursed her lips, “And so what if I have?” Mike was gobsmacked, you weren’t even talking to him but you were talking to his sister?
“What’d she say? What’d you guys talk about? Tell me,” Mike demanded. “No,” Nancy stated firmly, glaring at Mike.
“No? What do you mean ‘no’? That’s my girlfriend you’re talking to,” Mike’s cheeks flushed, upset that Nancy had the upper hand. Karen and Holly silently watched the ordeal go down at the table.
“I mean no. You were being a dick,” Nancy snapped back. Looking up from his newspaper, Ted’s monotonously called out, “Language.”
Mike stood up and slammed his hands down on the table causing the tableware to shake, “You are such an asshole,” Karen quickly covered Holly’s ears at Mike’s explicit language as he stomped away to his bedroom.
“Mike you better apologize to her! I am not losing my future sister-in-law because of you!” Nancy yelled after the retreating boy, before also storming off to her room.
Slamming his door shut, Mike threw himself onto his bed thrashing his body. How pathetic was he? He made the love of his life feel like shit and he wasn’t even man enough to admit his faults to her. He could apologize all he wants, but did he even deserve to be forgiven?
Thursday morning you stood at your locker, placing your belongings inside when Dustin approached you, his pearly whites on display, “Hey–so I know you’re not really talking to Mike right now but there’s another crawl happening later tonight, “ Dustin paused, waiting for a reaction that you didn’t give.
Chuckling awkwardly, he continued, “Yeah, anyways, meet me in the clubroom at lunch and I can go over the plans with you,” Dustin open-mouth smiled as he finished.
You rolled your eyes at the curly-haired boy, “Why do I need to be kept in the loop? It’s not like I’ll be doing anything of importance. Remember– Mike going behind my back and taking my position away,” you drone on, “Ring any bells?” You slam your locker shut, turning away from Dustin.
Panicked, he grabs ahold of your arm, halting you from leaving, “Wait–c’mon. Just hear the plan out,” he practically begged.
You could hardly focus during the classes leading up to lunchtime. The dilemma was overwhelming; you were still upset at the whole situation, but if something went wrong with the crawl and you weren’t there, even on the sidelines, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself.
The bell rang, signalling lunch time and you headed in the opposite direction of the lunchroom. You knocked on the clubroom’s door to which you heard Dustin’s voice call for you to come in.
“Glad you could make it,” Dustin smiled genuinely, “Let me get the map from my backpack and we can get started,” Dustin rustled through his backpack for a few moments before letting out a forced chuckle.
“Silly me– left the map in my locker. You stay here and I’ll be right back. Two seconds I swear,” Dustin hurried his way to the door and left before you could say anything.
As the door slammed shut you heard the familiar click of the lock, “What the hell,” you muttered out, shaking the doorknob, only to find out that it was really locked. You pounded on the door repeatedly calling out Dustin’s name, to no avail.
Mke stood hidden in the shadows as he watched Dustin exit the clubroom. He stepped out as you banged on the door. With his hands shoved in his pockets, he cleared his throat.
A scream escaped your lips as you took in the sight of the boy in front of you; dark bags lived underneath his eyes, hair disheleved and curls sticking up at odd angles, and his already hollowed cheekbones were even more so as he chewed nervously at the inside of his mouth.
“That son of a bitch,” you muttered to yourself as realization kicked in. Immediately you went back to banging on the door yelling out expletives directed towards Dustin.
Mike didn’t know what to do, he was in front of you and you still were ignoring him. He called out your name in attempt to get you to stop.
“What Mike? What could you possibly want from me?” You angrily asked, turning around to face him.
Mike winced at your anger, “I just want to talk,” he said softly.
“Well, as it ever occurred to you, that maybe– I don’t want to talk to you. I mean could I have been more obvious?” You replied with annoyance in your voice.
“Please just hear me out,” he begged, “Please, just give me five minutes,” you tapped your foot expectantly, “Well you better get on with it, you’re now at four minutes, fifty-three seconds,” you say while looking at the clock on the wall.
Mike begins to jumble his words together as you start his countdown, “Okay well– you see–,” Mike inhales and takes a pause before staring again, “I’m sorry– I’m sorry for being a dick to you and saying all those hurtful things to you.”
He continued, “They should have never left my mouth and I regret everything that I said. The last thing that I want to see is you hurt, which is exactly why I gave your position to El,” Mike rambled, “The more crawls we do the more danger we’re all in and I can’t stand the thought of you hurt..” he trailed off, “But I hurt you. I did and I am so fucking sorry.”
“I can take care of myself Mike,” you state the anger had gone from your voice.
Mike nodded his head and gingerly approached you, “I know you can. It’s me. I– I just get so scared that I’m going to lose you out there. But I fucked up and almost lost you right here.”
“I’m not making excuses for my behavior. What I did was fucked up and if I were you I wouldn’t forgive me either. But I don’t think, no, I know that I can’t live without you. So I am begging you to forgive me,” Mike looked into your eyes desperately.
“Times up Mike,” you say softly, panic flashes across Mike’s face.
You reach your hands to Mike’s cheeks, immediately he leans into your touch, “Don’t look at me with those eyes,” you say.
Mike gently captures your lips putting all his emotions into the kiss. He pulls away and leans his forehead against yours, “I love you.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Mike says calling out to Dustin to unlock the door. As the door opens and Dustin, Lucas, and Will were waiting with a bouquet of roses and a cassette tape. Mike rushes to block the boys from your view and whisper-yells to them, “Plan A worked you guys, put that shit away.”
You laugh at your friends and walk out hand in hand with Mike. You glance back at the three boys trailing after you and glare at Dustin, dragging your finger across your neck.
Dustin’s eyes widen glancing at Will and Lucas and swallows hard.
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Drunk
Mike Wheeler x Female!Reader
warnings/tags: slight season 5 spoilers!!!, underage drinking, vomiting, established relationship, momma steve to the rescue <3
summary: mike is an asshole who doesn't think before he speaks and causes you to feel insecure in your abilities to contribute to the team. you get drunk!
wc: 1602
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hello lovlies!!! i am back with a mike wheeler fic this time! there will be a part two that will come out in due time. i also have a few other ideas floating around in my head so stay tuned for those as well! thank you to everyone who showed love and enjoyed my previous fic, i really appreciate it! anyways hope y'all enjoy!
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The music blared from the speakers causing the house to shake, the bass thumming deeply in your chest.
Sweaty bodies engulfed your frame as they danced, drank, and stumbled about. You were not nearly drunk enough to be enjoying this house party, not that you would typically enjoy this type of scene anyway.
You were however, extremely upset at your boyfriend, Mike Wheeler, and like any other rational teenager, decided to get drunk to fix your problems.
Squeezing past the tightly packed crowd, you found your way into the slightly less crowded kitchen, where a smorgasbord of alcohol and chip bags littered the countertops.
You plucked a red solo cup from the counter and ladled the mixture of juice and alcohol into your cup.
Quickly tipping the cup into your mouth you feel the burn of the alcohol hit the back of your throat. A wave of nausea took over as the alcohol settled into your stomach and you inhaled, in through your nose and out through your mouth.
You repeated this process two more times; refilling your cup, consuming the liquid, and fighting through the sick. Now you stood, holed up in a corner of the kitchen as you felt the alcohol course through your veins.
“It’s not fair Mike,” you call out at your boyfriend, who you notice begins to take larger strides up the hill towards The Squawk radio station.
“It’s not about fairness, it’s about being safe and making smart decisions,” Mike calmly replied back, not bothering to look at you.
You rolled your eyes at his stupid excuse, “So you’re saying that it’s a smart decision to strip me of my role and replace me with Eleven, and no offense to El, but in what universe is that the best option?”
You throw your hands in the air in exasperation, “She’s the one being tracked down by the entire fucking military!”
“Just drop it already. I’ve already to talked to the party and they agree that the two of you should swap. It’s better if you’re not out there,” Mike replied with a finality in his voice.
Annoyance began to gnaw at you, “No. I don’t think I will drop it. I was doing just fine out there, pulling my weight. I don’t understand why I can’t help anymore. This is stupid!”
Mike whips around with anger in his eyes, “El has powers! She can protect herself and you,” he pauses, “you’re just you. So just fucking drop it.”
Those words stop you in your tracks. Eleven has always been a sore spot in your relationship and Mike just hit you where it hurt.
You and the boys had been friends for as long as you could remember and you were the only girl in the group for a long time, that was until Eleven came along.
You didn’t dislike the girl whatsoever, if anything you were envious, some might even say jealous of her. Seeing her befriend the boys so easily and how enthralled they were of her and her powers made you feel easily replacable.
Those feelings only amplified when your longtime crush on Mike had been abruptly shut down when the two started dating.
Eventually Eleven and Mike ended their relationship, deciding they were more compatible in a platonic relationship in comparison to a romantic one. The pair ended on good terms without any bad blood or awkward tension.
Ending the relationship with Eleven was one of the best decisions Mike had ever made. He had come to the realization that he had feelings for you and pursued them.
After facing Vecna, he knew his days weren’t promised and made sure that the time he had with you was worthwhile.
Although your relationship with Mike made you the happiest person alive, there were still moments where your insecurities snuck up on you.
“You’re a real asshole Mike, y’know that?” Hurt laced your voice, “You think that I don’t know that I’m not special, that I can’t flip cars, or make the bad guys drop dead. I know these things Mike. You don’t have to rub it in.”
“You know that’s not what I meant,”Mike argued, beginning his descent back down the hill towards you.
“Don’t worry Michael, I know exactly what you meant,” you turn around walking away from Mike as he calls after you.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” A voice asked harshly, bringing you back to reality. Despite becoming increasingly more intoxicated as the seconds passed, you recognized this voice anywhere.
A beat of silence went by as you chose to ignore your boyfriend’s question, “The silent treatment?” Mike furrowed his brows in anger, “Really? This is what we’re doing now?”
Mike grabbed ahold of your wrist, “Let go of me Mike,” you slurred, weakly attempting to free your arm from his grasp.
“No, we’re leaving. We are not having this conversation at Jackson Wang’s goddamn house party,” Mike spat out, adjusting his grip on your arm and guiding the two of you to and out the front door.
You stumbled behind your boyfriend as you made your way into the brisk night air. Goosebumps erupted throughout your body and you yanked your arm from Mike’s, using your hands to rub your arms for warmth, “I said to let go,” you mumbled out.
Mike stopped in his tracks and spun on his heel to face you, “You’ve got to be shitting me,” his face flushing as his annoyance grew, “It’s bad enough that you missed the crawl tonight, quit acting selfish and get in the van.”
Your eyes drifted past the brunette’s firgure to find your friends– Steve, Lucas, Dustin, and Robin scramble and pretend that they weren’t actively watching your lover’s quarrel go down. You felt your face grow hot in embarrassment, a stark contrast to the cool breeze nipping at your skin.
“M’not selfish,” you stated slowly, “I’ve done everything for you guys. You’re the one who took that away from me today and gave it to her,” you poke your finger into Mike’s chest.
You didn’t mean to bring Eleven up, your frustrations truly lied in the fact that you once again felt helpless and replaced, but the alcohol clouded your thoughts making it a muddled mess.
“Jesus, that’s what this is about? Mike questioned, frustration seeping out of his words, “You’re jealous of Eleven?” You let out a huff of air, you didn’t understand how he could be so stupid.
“I am not jealous of her but clearly you need her more than you need me, so don’t let me hold you back,” before Mike can come up with a retort you angrily retreat across the yard. From behind you, you can hear Mike stomp in the opposite direction and pulling open the van door.
“She’s not coming,” Mike states as he clambers into the van. The four friends look at each other as the brunette sits and stares out the window clearly fuming.
“Are you stupid?” Steve asks the younger boy.
Mike snaps his head towards Steve and glares, “No, seriously dude. Are you?” Steve asks again, “Because from an outside perspective, that was a girl who was begging to feel important, to be important. And her nimrod of a boyfriend basically just told her she wasn’t and let her walk away.”
For the first time, Mike didn’t have a rebuttal and just stared at Steve, his mouth gaping like a fish, “Whatever man,” Steve handed his keys to Dustin who was sat in the passenger seat, “You’ve started driving lessons right? Take everyone back to The Squawk, and I swear to god Henderson, if you crash this van…” Steve trailed off.
Opening the driver side door Steve jumped out, “Where are you going?” Dustin cried out.
“To find her. We all know how dangerous Hawkins is, there’s no way I’m letting one of you guys stumble home in the dark, especially not this idiot’s poor girlfriend,” Steve gestured his head towards Mike’s direction, “Wh–,” Steve slammed him door before Mike could get out another word.
Steve beelined towards the direction you disappeared in, hoping to find you as soon as possible. When he found you, you were doubled-over emptying your stomach’s contents onto a lawn. He gingerly approached you as to not startle you, and gently rubbed circles onto you’re back.
“There you go, get it all out,” he patted your back as you continued to vomit. Once you finished, you turned to face Steve. Your eyes watery and your nose running, from both puking and crying. Another sob escaped your lips and Steve pulled you into a brotherly hug, once again rubbing your back.
“I know, I know. Boys are stupid, trust me I know how they think,” Steve said attempting to console you.
“I know I’m not special, but I try my hardest and I would do anything for this, for you guys. I would die for anyone of them,” You blubber, hiccuping inbetween words.
Steve pulls away from the hug and grabs ahold of you shoulders, “Don’t say that. That you’re not special. What you just said, there aren’t many people who would do that for their friends. You’re so brave and so smart and a great asset to our team. And Mike…He knows this, he’s just scared.”
You blink slowly at Steve, tears still blurring your vision, “Scared of what,” you ask.
Steve sighs, how does he always end up giving life advice to children. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, “It’s not my place to say,” the two of you start in the direction of your house,” Let’s get you home kiddo, you are drunk as a skunk.”
The Haircut (18+)
Finn Wolfhard x Female!Reader
warnings/tags: SMUT!, established relationship, oral (f!receiving), p in v, fingering, unprotected sex, slight hair pulling, etc.
summary: finn gets his haircut for season five of strangers things and you get horny!!!!
wc: 1934
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hiii lovlies!!! im back! (for now lol) sorry for disappearing, yk how it goes school, work, lack of inspo, etc. ANYWAYS finn wolfhard/mike wheeler has awakened a lot of things within me with the release of season five of stranger things (even though i've always had a crush on him... dw we're the same age, i am NOT gracie abrams lol). so, here i am with a new story! this is also my first crack at smut so sorry if it suckssss
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“Baby,” a hushed voice broke the silence in the dimly lit room.
“I’m heading out for the day,” the voice paused, “My schedule isn’t too busy today, just some costume fittings, so I should be back in time for dinner,” you cracked your eyes open, squinting up at your boyfriend.
You let out a hum of acknowledgement, sleep still very present in your demeanor. It was a Saturday morning, your day off, but the life of an actor was hectic and unpredictable, which is exactly why your boyfriend, Finn Wolfhard, was waking you up at the crack of dawn to bid you goodbye.
Finn chuckled at your reaction, stroking your head as you leaned into his touch. Finn leaned down to peck your lips, muttering under his breath about your morning breath, to which you tiredly smacked his arm.
“I love you Finn. Have a good day,” you softly called out as he exited your shared bedroom.
“I love you too darling,” Finn called back from the hallway. After a few minutes of shuffling, you heard the front door close and the lock click, and you were out once again.
When you finally awoke, the sun was fully up and shining through your bedroom window. You decided to get a jumpstart on your day, doing mundane tasks and chores to pass the time until Finn returned home from set.
By the time it hit 4 o’clock, you decided to take a shower and wash up before starting on dinner. You picked a simple pasta dish and got to work. You had just finished making the pasta sauce and began adding the pasta noodles when you heard the familiar jingle of keys unlocking the door.
You continued adding the noodles in the sauce, your back to the door, “Hi baby! You’re just in time for dinner, I’m just finishing up,” you called out.
“It smells so good darling. I’m fucking starving. Let me go wash up real quick and I’ll be right out,” Finn replied, heading into your bedroom to put his belongings away.
You plated the food and placed it on the coffee table in the living room and turned on the TV. This was your typical dinner routine with Finn, a dinner and a show, “Can we watch Bob’s Burgers tonight?” You asked.
From the other room Finn hollered, “Yeah, put on whatever you want baby,” you queued up the show and waited for Finn before you hit play.
Sat on the couch, you scrolled on your phone as your boyfriend entered the room. You quick peaked up from the video you were watching before doing a double-take at Finn. In that moment, you swore time slowed down.
Finn got a haircut and it was a damn good one.
You could feel your face get hot as you took in Finn’s changed appearance, “What do you think baby? This is season five Mike Wheeler’s new look” He said and spun to give you a full view of the hairstyle.
“Well Finn, I think everyone is going to go feral for it,” you said matter-of-factly.
Finn laughed at your words and sat down next to you, rubbing your thigh he instructed you to start the show and grabbed his plate of food, scarfing it down as if it was his last meal on earth.
Mirroring Finn’s actions, you hit play and grabbed your plate, however you couldn’t help but be very distracted. Despite your favorite show being on the screen, your eyes couldn’t leave Finn’s new haircut.
Liking the look on Finn was the understatement of the year, you thought it made him look even sexier than usual. The way the hair framed his sharp features handsomely and the way his little waves and curls made him look so adorable. You honestly couldn’t take your eyes off your boyfriend.
Finn could feel your staring at him and subtly watched you from the corner of his eye. He knew you would like the new look but he didn’t think that you would like it this much.
Clearing his throat, he set down his food before turning to look at you, “You’re staring darling,” despite being caught, you didn’t look away. You were now getting the best view possible of your boyfriend.
“I can’t help it baby. You look really fucking good right now,” it was Finn’s turn to blush now. With the way you were looking at him, eyes blown out and cheeks slightly flushed, you looked like a predator getting ready to pounce on their prey.
You reached your hand up to run through Finn’s curls, slightly tugging on it, Finn let out an unexpected moan of surprise.
A devious grin appeared on your face as soon as you heard the noise and you wanted, no, needed to hear it again.
You pushed Finn’s body back and swung your leg over his thighs so you were now straddling his lap, your clothed heat pressed against his growing erection.
You scanned Finn’s face once more before leaning in. This kiss was messy and full of need, your hands found their way back to his hair and Finn’s snaked their way down to your ass.
With every tug on his hair, Finn let out a muffled moan. You could feel him getting harder by the second as he guided your hips to grind on his dick. Finn pulled away from the kiss and threw his head back, “Fuck baby, it feels so good.”
He brought his hands to the hem of your shirt, tugging it off and immediately groaning when finding out you were braless.
His mouth instantly found your left breast while he kneaded and pinched your right nipple. You moaned, the feeling shooting directly to your cunt, which was growing wetter by the second.
You ground your hips harder and with more fervor onto Finn’s clothed cock, needing all the friction you could get, and yet it still wasn’t enough.
“Shit,” you moaned, needing to feel Finn in you. You tried to pull his mouth away from your nipple to which he just sucked harder, “Please, I need you,” you said airily.
Finn pulled his head back and caught your lips in a kiss once more. He wrapped his arms around your body as he guided you to lay down on the couch.
Now hovering above you he pecked your lips a few times before trailing sloppy kisses down your body, stopping right at the waistband of your bottoms.
The tips of his fingers dipped into your waistband and slowly began to pull them down your legs as he peppered kisses down them, purposefully skipping over where you needed him most.
“Quit being a tease, you dick,” you breathed out. Finn chuckled and brought his fingers to your panty covered cunt. He rubbed circles on your clit and kissed and licked at your hole.
You moaned at the sudden feeling, “Fuck Finn. Please…Please just take them off, I need to feel you.”
“You’re so goddamn needy baby. Can’t you just take what I give you?’ He replied back meanly but still obliged, pushing your panties to the side and attaching his lips to your cunt. Your eyes rolled back, finally getting the relief that you needed.
His fingers found their way to your wet hole, slipping them in, you whined at the sudden intrusion, “Look at that baby, they just went right in. You’re so wet for me, so fuckin’ sexy,”
Finn continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, bringing his lips back to your pussy.
You looked down at his head in between your legs, his mop of hair splayed across his forehead, the sight was almost too much for you to handle.
Reaching down you grip his hair, pushing him further into your cunt, his large nose rubbing against your clit.
The pressure began to build in your abdomen, “I’m gonna cum baby! Please don’t stop!” At your words Finn’s fingers and tongue sped up, pushing you over the edge.
Your hips thrashed as you came, juices flowing from your cunt and Finn lapped up every last drop, “You taste so fucking good,” Finn brought his face back up to yours, capturing your lips once more, making you taste yourself.
Bringing your hand to Finn’s bulge, you rubbed him through his sweatpants, Finn moaned into your mouth at the feeling. Your other hand pulled at the strings, desperately wanting the fabric gone.
Finn kicked off his sweatpants, leaving him only in his pre-cum stained boxers. Reaching underneath the waistband, you gripped his length and began to stroke it, spreading his pre-cum. You sped up your hand, making Finn’s whines louder and more frequent
Breathing harshly, Finn gripped your wrist, halting your movements, “Wait…Stop. I don’t wanna cum yet,” you giggled, “Gonna cum already?”
“I can’t help it. Your hands feel too good,” Finn sighed.
“Well lucky for you, I’ve got something that feels even better.”
Your lips met Finn’s once more in a softer kiss as you pushed him back into a sitting position, your cunt once again flush against his clad covered cock. You raised your hips slightly, allowing Finn to slip his boxers off.
A sigh slipped past your lips, finally feeling Finn’s bare cock against your naked pussy. You slid your hips back and forth along the length of his member, his tip catching against your entrance.
“Now who’s the one teasing?” Finn asked with his head thrown back, bliss written across his face. Stopping you movements, you reached down, grabbing Finn’s cock and placing it at your entrance.
His cock slipped past your entrance with ease, the two of you let out a sigh simultaneously as you slid down his length. Once you bottomed out, you sat there for a second, pleasure pulsing through your veins.
Finn shifted his hips, signalling you to start moving. You rocked your hips back and forth along his cock, moans slipping from your lips. Your eyes racked Finn’s face, sweat starting to form, making his hair wet and somehow even sexier.
Moving your hips faster, you watched Finn’s face contort with ecstasy. Suddenly, he gripped your hips, stilling them. He then thrusted his hips up and guided you to bounce in sync, both of your middles meeting at the same time.
With each thrust a moan was forced out of you, “Oh my fucking god! You fuck me so good. So fucking deep,” your words spurred Finn to thrust even harder, removing a hand from your waist and pressing it against your lower abdomen.
“Fuck baby, you feel me in there?” You moaned at the pressure of his hand on your stomach, “Bouncing on my dick like a good girl, shit feels so fucking good. Look at your titties,” he reached up to pinch your nipples and you moan at the feeling.
“Just wanna be like this all the time, don’t want it to ever end,” your cunt clenched at his words.
“Yeah fuck, you want that? You want your hole stuffed all the time?” You nodded your head, biting your bottom lip as you felt his dick pulse inside you.
“Shit, m’gonna cum,” Finn moaned, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
The two of you reached your climaxes at the same time, your body falling into Finn’s frame as you reached your high. Finn pumped his hips weakly, releasing his cum inside you in thick spurts.
As you both came down from your highs, you rested your foreheads together.
Finn lets out a soft laugh, “I think m’gonna keep this haircut for the rest of my life.”