Imagine: Finn always makes fun of you and you think he doesn't like you, and you don't know why. But you finally find out..

Word Count: 1315 words

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"Yeah, so after school, Malcolm and I were thinking of heading over to the studios to record our first single. You wanna tag along?"
Ayla, your best friend since 8th grade, told you as you slammed your high school locker shut before starting to walk to your next class with her.

"Yeah, sure. I don't even have homework due till next week, so yeah I'll go."
You said, now looking forward to seeing Ayla and Jack record.

"Oh-and also Finn's gonna come too. We decided to make him our lead singer, and now we just need a side guitarist and vocalist and we were thinking you could join-.."
Ayla started to ramble on, but you only focused on one string of words.

That Finn Wolfhard would be there.

God, you didn't like him. He would always tease you and make jokes about you, and you didn't know why.

You two had been best friends in your childhood, but about 3 years ago, he began to distance himself from you, becoming more bitter as you guys got older.

"Yeah, uh..I'm actually not sure I can make it today-.."
You tried to say, but Ayla cut you off with a scoff.

"Y/N, why do you always somehow flake out when we make plans with Finn? He's our best friend-.."
Ayla tried to convince you, but this time you cut her off.

"Uhm correction, he's your best friend now. He used to be my best friend before he turned into a major ass."
You stated with slight resentment in your voice as you turned the corner of the hallway.

You couldn't deny that you missed Finn being your best friend, but he was the one that ruined it all.

"Dude, come on. You're going to come to the studio, and you know it. It's time for you to get over this little childish grudge of yours, and start focusing on the band."
Ayla said, pulling you aside into the girls bathroom so you two could talk.

"Focus on the band? I'm not even in the band."
You said, shifting your binders in your arm.

"I was going to say that me and Malcolm want you to be our side-guitarist and vocalist. Dude, come on. Do this for us. For you. Man up, and start following your dream."
Ayla said, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder as she provided very convincing words of wisdom.

You thought for a moment, and you had to admit. Ayla was right.

You were being selfish and a bit childish.

"Okay, okay. You're right. I'm in."
You said with a small smile, and Ayla smiled widely.

"Alright, dude! We're gonna rock! See you after school for our first recording session."
Ayla said excitedly, and fist pumped you before leaving you alone in the bathroom with your thoughts.

Time to finally face Finn.

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"Ay, Y/N you made it!"
Ayla exclaimed as she opened her studio door to you to let you in.

"Yeah it's me, don't cream your pants."
You said, jokingly as you took a step inside but shuddered once you heard a familiar yet foreign voice behind you.

"Hey, don't steal my jokes. I've been in Stranger Things longer than you anyway."
Finn said, rather bitterly as he brushed past you to enter the studio, not even giving you a glance.

"Great. Can't wait to deal with this douche for the next couple hours."
You mumbled to Ayla as she closed the front door and led you to the recording booth and studio.

"Ay, Malcolm!"
You yelled excitedly once you saw your other best friend besides Ayla, and ran to engulf him in a hug.
You smiled widely, and chuckled as you pulled away from his embrace, feeling a pair of eyes staring and burning holes in your skin.

You took a quick glance at Finn, and saw an angry face with jealously embedded in his eyes as he stared at you with Malcolm.

You saw this as an opportunity to tease him back, so you went to Finn.

"Finn. It's been a while."
You said sincerely, and walked a little closer to him.
You saw that he was beginning to get uncomfortable, but you leaned in, and hugged him.

At first, you just wanted to tease him a little bit, but now, you just wanted to hug your best friend again after all these years.
You felt his breathing hitch, and just as you were beginning to cherish this hug, he moved away.

"E-Enough with the sappy, shit. We got better things to do."
Finn turned bitter and cold as he brushed you away from him, trying to put distance between you two.

He walked over to the guitars to pick his up, and for the first time in years, you remember all the feelings you pushed down begin to resurface once again.

You walked over to the guitars, and everyone got in their positions to begin recording your first single.

"Everyone ready?"
Ayla announced to you all, and you all nodded as Finn began stringing his guitar.
You noticed his facial expressions change from hostile to passionate, and that's one of the things you liked about him.

The song continued till the last lyric in which it was your turn for your guitar solo, and you lost yourself in the music.

"Hats off to you."
"For you to go."
"Wish you were here."
"But now it blows."

You sung as you closed your eyes, feeling the electricity buzzing through you, feeling the music coursing throughout your veins.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh.."

And with that, the song ended with your last guitar strings and vocals.

You opened your eyes, and saw Finn staring at you intensely, like he wanted to say something.

You blushed, and Ayla and Malcolm cheered for you.

You noticed that Finn didn't stop staring at you, and you didn't know how to feel about that.
You felt his rich pools of brown eyes stare into your soul, practically reading you.

"That was great guys. Umm, I'll be right back."
You said, nervously. You needed some space.

You walked down the studio hallway in the direction of the bathroom.
Before you could reach the door, you heard footsteps trailing behind you before they pushed you up against the wall.

"Finn.."
You breathed out, surprised.

Finn stared deeply into your eyes, and he was breathing heavily.
He propped one arm against the wall, and another arm on your shoulder.

You could feel his breath on your nose, and there was a look in his eyes that looked foreign to you.

"Y/N, dammit. This..this isn't working."
Finn said, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

"W-what? What are you talking about?"
You asked, obviously confused.

"Me pretending to be an asshole to you to avoid confront my feelings. For you."
Finn said, and your heart stopped.

"Pretending? This whole time?"
You asked, with wide eyes at this sudden revelation.

"Of course I was fucking pretending. It hurt me so bad to see my words hurt you. I-i care too much about you to keep on pretending."
He said, his hand moving to caress your cheek.

You leaned your cheek into his hand, and finally, you were understanding that he had feelings for you.

"I've liked you for so long, Y/N. Hell, I know I love you. I just wish you could forgive me, and we could actually take this to the next step."
He said, desperate for your forgiveness.

You thought for a moment, and this is what you've wanted for years.

"Hell Yeah."
You said with a smile, and with that, Finn snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and connecting his lips with yours in a kiss.

That was long overdue.

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A/N: this isn't one of my favorites.

*but the next few imagines are pretty cute*

⚠️should I do a part 2 to my "savior" imagine?