𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐃- Finn Wolfhard x Reader

𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.𝟎𝟒

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Finn pulled me down the street into an empty dark alley-way. His hand gripped onto mine so tightly as cameras flashed around us. People yelled his name loud, louder than ive ever heard. It all seemed to be going so fast. It felt like shooting heroine for the first time again.

"Finn this is-" he cut me off by putting his hand over my mouth.
"Shhh, just for one second" he looked me in my eyes with plea. I could see his chest move up and down as his heavy breathing became slower. He was so attractive.

His hand fell from my face as he let out a sigh of relief. I noticed his hands started shaking, he seemed more on edge then before.

"Hey" I tried finding his gaze. "Are you..okay?" He looked at me with a nervous laugh.
"I'm fine, it's just my anxiety. I tense up from interactions like that" he explained.

"Oh same, it always happens when I'm sober" he kind of gave me a confused look before presumably brushing it off. He didn't ask too many questions, and I liked that. Ive been pestered my whole life, it's good to have a change of pace every now and then.

"Come here, we can head to my place" I pulled him by his hand to follow me down an empty street. "There's no paparazzi down here rockstar"

"Is this a long walk?" He started to analyze his surroundings, glass liquor bottles in the streets, used needles thrown about, and wore down houses.

"No, its pretty close. We're almost there in fact" when I looked around I didn't see what he saw. I saw my community. I saw Jenae, a mother of 7 who makes dinner for the whole neighborhood if she can, I saw Robert, he helped me come down from a bad high when I was walking home alone one night. Those liquor bottles weren't just liquor bottles to be, they were stories.

We finally arrived at the warehouse. It was pretty loud inside and I could tell he wasn't comfortable.
"Finn, its alright" I chuckled as i put a hand on his chest. He turned his neck to look at me. I could see in his eyes that he was instantly calm. Like my touch was filled with Xanax.

Suddenly the door slammed open frightening Finn and I enough to make us jump from each other.

"What's going on out here!"
It was just Barron.
"Are You getting swifty with Ms. [L/N] out here huh, ARE YA?!" He got in Finn's face.

"N-no sir, I-I-I- I would never" oh he was so scared. Looking back on it, I laugh every time..

"Barronn come on he's my friend" I held Finn's hand pulling him closer to me.

"If he tries something you know im here right? You know I'll scalp those pretty little curls of his right?"

"Yesss I knowwww" I dragged Finn inside. Everyone downstairs eyeballed him as we walked up to my room. Not everyone was like Barron, not all gang members are aggressive and loudly violent. Some Will just shoot you end of story. And others are just in it for the drugs.

I closed my door before sitting on my bed. Finn stood in the room looking around awkwardly. "You know you can sit down right?" I looked at him with furrowed brows.

"Dude you really need a drink" I laughed as I got up. I walked to a freezer Cassie and I had in our room. We kept various drinks and foods in there. I pulled a plastic cup from the side and poured Finn a drink.