𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙨 [finn wolfhard imagines]

𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨

I'm the only girl on my school's varsity ice hockey team. Which is great because it's super impressive that I made the team, especially as a Junior, when a bunch of guys got cut. But it also sucks because, well, hyper-masculine Canadian dudes who like whacking stuff with sticks aren't the most chill crowd to hang out around sometimes.

Don't get me wrong, they're all like my brothers. They're super funny, great teammates, and treat me like one of the boys. But sometimes it's just way too much. They turn into wild fucking animals when they get into certain moods.

So, tonight is the team sleepover, since our first game for the playoff season is tomorrow. We all get drunk and bleach our hair every year as a tradition and, being the girl, I got to play a big part in that. I would consider it sexist, but my mom is a hairstylist so I know a thing or two about dying hair.

"Y/N," says Max, lightly kicking my knee. He's one of the taller seniors on the team and hosted the sleepover because his parents have a really big house. He sits down on the sofa next to me. "You should come play beer pong with me."

"I've already had enough drinks," I whine.

"Pleaseee?" he asks. He starts poking me. He pokes my knee, then my thighs, then my stomach.

"Max, stop," I tell him, nudging him away. I play it off cool and head to the bathroom. I open the door.

"Hey, dude what the fuck?" somebody yells as I open the door. I see a glimpse of one of my teammates peeing. 

"I'm sorry," I say, shutting the door. 

"I get it, y/n, but you could just ask if you wanted to see my dick," jokes the guy who I walked in on. Very funny, asshat.

"Lock the door next time," I remind him.

I head upstairs, leaving the basement to find another bathroom. I open a few doors until I find one, cursing Max's family for having such a massive home. I can't find shit here. 

I shut the bathroom door behind me and stare at myself in the mirror. God, I look so weird as a blonde. I look at my reflection as I think. I want to go home. I should. I don't feel like putting up with Max and honestly might get a headache if the guys stay up all night like they usually do.

Once I leave the bathroom, I go to the kitchen. Somewhere where I can be in peace. I find a glass and fill it using the built-in dispenser in the fridge. Then I sit down on one of the stools at the counter. I just need a minute to calm down.

I notice somebody else come up the stairs. It's Finn. Thank god, he's one of the very few guys on the team who never gets on my nerves. He has this magical ability to just stay in his own lane, it's fascinating how he does it when all our friends are the complete opposite.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi," I smile.

"What's up," he says.

"Oh, nothing much. Just Max trying to get in my pants again."

"Shit, really?" he says, getting a glass for himself.

"Yeah, he won't fucking leave me alone."

"That's fucked up," Finn says. He sits down on the stool next to mine. I take a moment to look at him. Blonde actually doesn't look too bad on him.

"Wanna stay with me so I don't have to talk to him?" I ask Finn. We both smile.

"Sure."

I get up and make popcorn as Finn and I make random small talk. 

"You know Max actually thinks that you're into him?" he asks.

"Really?" I laugh, "Why?"

"He thinks that last week when you bodychecked him during drills and he got that bloody nose meant that you're playing hard to get. He told a bunch of us that he's planning on getting with you tonight."