( TONGUE TIED ! ) fw imagines

leave a message (3/4)

| 📧 new message from finn! |

finn: (y/n)?

sent.

finn: ur starting to worry me, u haven't answered in a while

finn: ik ur mad but please just let me know ur fine.

read.

'(y/n)' is typing...

(y/n): i'm fine. i'm with a friend.

finn: thank god.

finn: i'm so sorry (y/n) i shouldn't have said those things, i should let you do what you want with ur life.

finn: i was just worried, seeing u up on that stage in so little clothing. all those men staring at u with disgusting eyes. how did u even get a job there?

(y/n): job where?

(y/n): what are you talking about?

'finn' is typing...

finn: what do u mean what am i talking about? you work in a strip club.

(y/n): i do?
(y/n) oh yeahhhhhhh, i do.
(y/n): lol

finn: are you okay? ur acting a little strange.

(y/n): i'm fine.

read.

(y/n): gtg! she's waking up! (:

finn: who's waking up?
finn: (y/n) what's going on?

'(y/n)' is typing...

(y/n): i'm not who you think i am.
(y/n): if you want your little lover to make it out alive you'd better hurry up and find her.
(y/n): good luck.

read.

THE NEXT DAY!

finn was absolutely confused.

he couldn't tell if this was all some kind of joke, to make him pay for hurting the girls feelings, or if she was actually in trouble.

as the curly haired teen sat on the couch in his basement, he couldn't help but reminisce on the times she'd asked about a crazy ex girlfriend.

a low gasp escapes his pink lips as he slowly puts the pieces together.

whoever captured (y/n) is the one that has been sending her threatening messages.

"yo, wolfhard!" nick's voice is heard from the stairs, and the boy turns his neck to look at him.

"what?"

"you're friend's on the news."

once the words leave nick's mouth, finn is getting up and following him up the stairs, his hands shaky as he grabs the remote and turns up the volume.