IT imagines (cast + losers)

🤡> finn x reader

I sat on my floor eating pizza with Finn. It was currently 3 am and we were on the 5th episode of Orange is the New Black. He didn't want to watch it, and I had to bribe him by saying that there was a lot of lesbian "interactions", and he finally gave in. He's now the biggest fan and is already looking up the age and height of all the actors.

"So, want some coke?" I asked, setting down my pepperoni pizza slice, and licking the grease off my fingers.

"Ah, already had some crack yesterday. But I guess this can be my second cheat day." He shrugged, watching the tv. I smiled and ruffled his hair, using his head to stand up.

I went and grabbed two cokes from the fridge, and came back humming the theme from the show. Since the skip intro button didn't show up for this one show, we'd listened to it 5 times. It was engraved in my brain.

I walked in and Finn had switched positions; he was lying face-up, one arm above his head and the other on his stomach. I load the drinks down on the coffee table, and laid down next to him. Well.. on top of him is a more accurate term. I placed my head on his stomach and looked up at him. He looked down after a few seconds, using his hand that wasn't trapped under my chin to lift his head.

"What's up?" I asked after he didn't say anything. He put his head back down.

"I dunno. I think I'm just full." He sighed. I laughed a little and propped myself up on my unbent arm.

"Alright, well that's obviously not true." He looked up at me, his eyebrow tented.

"C'mon. I know when you're lying. There's something wrong." He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Y/n-" He started.

"But," I interrupted. "I also know when you don't wanna talk about it. So, you don't need to tell me. But you do need to tell me what you want. Upstairs or floor?" I ask. He smiles at me and stands up. I grab our cokes and walk upstairs to my room, Finn following behind me.

"Go sit." I gesture to my bed, handing him our cokes. He takes them and goes and plops on the bed. I run to the closet in the hall, pull out some extra blankets, and run back in to Finn.

I take the drinks from him again, lay them on the night table, and start laying the blankets over him. He laughs as blankets pile up and mummify him and I push his head down onto the pillows. I turn the tv on and Spongebob is on. He sits up with his back against the headboard, and I climb in beside him, cracking open our sodas.

"Good?" I ask.

"Good." He smiles. I cuddle up beside him and start watching Spongebob give Squidward the business.

"Hey, thanks for this. You really didn't have to-"

"Hey, yeah I did. It's no problem, loser." I smile up at him and go back to the tv.

A few silent minutes go by, then Finn speaks up.

"It feels good to be with you." He says. I look up at him, and he sips his drink. He looks down at me. I squeeze his torso, and tuck my head into his shoulder.

"It feels good to be with you, too, Finn." I say softly. He chuckles and squeezes me tightly to his side. We stay there like that.

Without realizing, I nearly drift off while hugging him, my head tucked in his shoulder. My eyes feel glued shut, and I'm thinking about when the last time I had a nice, long sleep was. Weeks, definitely. I feel Finn lift me off of him, but I'm too tired to move. He lightly lies me down, and he then lays down facing me. I can feel his breath against my face, and his finger comes up and grazes against my cheek. He sighs again, and I know that he thinks I'm fully asleep.

"Goodnight, beauty." He says before wrapping an arm around me and drifting off as well. I smile softly and cuddle into his chest before having the best sleep I've had in years.