done and done ➳♡ finn wolfhard x reader

the beginning

A/N- HIIIII I have to thank you again for reading. I'm a beginner, so if there are any mistakes, please excuse them lol.

I get off the plane with my luggage at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. I'm in Atlanta, Georgia and we start driving to the set of Stranger Things season one. I put my headphones on and play my favorite music. I almost don't hear my mom over the music.

"y/n? Y/N!" yells my mom from the front seat.

"Hm?" I respond, pulling one earphone out.

"Are you feeling alright? You've been very quiet the whole car ride?" She asks, catching my eye in the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, I just feel a little anxious because you know, new place. New people to meet. It's kind of a weird feeling." I reply, fidgeting with my phone.

"I know what you mean, just breathe and you'll be fine, I'm sure everyone is going to love you."

"But what if I mess up my lines? Or what if I don't get along with the cast?" I say

"Honey, they chose you for a reason. You're talented and wonderful, and this is going to be an amazing experience," she reassures me warmly. "Just be yourself."

"Thanks, Mom," I say, feeling a little better.

After a while, we pull up to a lot. It's full of trailers. I get out of the car and give my mom a big hug. "Thanks for everything, Mom. I'll call you tonight."

"Break a leg, sweetie!" she calls out as she drives away. I walk to my very own trailer. It's very standard inside, but I plan to make it my own. I put my sage green sheets on the bed and my matching satin pillowcases on my fluffy pillows. I hang up some fairy lights around the mirror and place my favorite vanilla-scented candle on the bedside table. I unpack my clothes, carefully hanging up my wardrobe for the show and arranging my personal items just the way I like them. The familiar scent of vanilla helps calm my nerves a little. It's been a long day so I decide it's time to take a nap.

~3 hours later~

It's dark out? God, I haven't even been asleep that long! I quickly get up, brush my hair, put on a bit of makeup, and walk to set. The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy as I take in the bustling atmosphere - crew members rushing around with equipment, the smell of fresh coffee from craft services, and the excited chatter of voices in the distance. The sound of walkie-talkies crackling and directors calling out instructions fills the air. Everything feels so professional and intimidating, yet exciting at the same time. The first person I see is a girl. With a shaved head? I walk up to her.

"Hey!" I exclaim. "My name's Y/N what's yours?"

"Oh, hi!" She speaks in a beautiful British accent. "My name is Millie. It's so nice to meet you, where have you been?"

"Ha, nice to meet you too, I fell asleep because of the long trip," I say

"Tell me about it, my flight was TEN HOURS!" she exclaims

"God, mine feels like nothing compared to yours now. mine was like 3 hours. I'm from California."

"I'm from England," She says "I've always wanted to visit California"

"Omg, I've always wanted to visit England! I kinda love you already." I respond

"Thank you! I kinda love you already too!" She says happily

"Are you nervous about filming?" I ask, trying to gauge if anyone else feels the same way I do.

"A bit, yeah," Millie admits, fidgeting with her sleeve. "But mostly excited. The script is absolutely brilliant!"

"I know right? When I first read it, I couldn't put it down!" I say enthusiastically. "Which scene are you most excited to film?"

"Probably the ones in the lab," she grins. "They sound super intense. What about you?"

"I can't wait for the bike riding scenes," I laugh. "I hope I don't fall off!"

And just like that, I've already made a friend on set. My earlier anxiety starts melting away as Millie and I chat about our favorite shows and music. We talk about our characters and share our excitement about being part of such an amazing project. The set around us is alive with activity - lights being adjusted, props being moved, and crew members calling out instructions. The vintage 80s set pieces transport us to a different era, and I can't help but run my hands along the perfectly aged wallpaper and retro furniture. The attention to detail is incredible. I can't help but feel a surge of excitement about being part of something so big. I see a boy with black hair and a black hoodie walk in. Little did I know that was just the beginning.