You can skip this if you'd like cause it's not really relevant. It's lowkey smut I think but if you want just go to the end and I'll tell you what happened if you're not comfortable reading stuff like that. This is dedicated to my kid Abbiii3
Wait actually you can read until the start of Finn's point of view if you'd like
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Finn threw himself onto my bed the second I shut the door behind me. His eyes bore into the ceiling like he forgot that I was also in the room. I laid next to him.
"Is ceiling watching your new hobby?"
"Yes, it's very interesting."
I chuckled under my breath at how pure he sounded when he said that. "What do you wanna do?"
He rolled over to face me, his curly hair falling into his face. He looked hot even then.
"I dunno, what is there to do?"
I shrugged, thinking for a moment as I continued to stare at the ceiling. "We could watch netflix."
He groaned, throwing his head back again. I could see his are neck more prominently now, and his collarbones peeked from under the collar of his shirt for just a second. I wanted to be the one to leave marks there.
"That's basic as fuck but fine, only if I get to pick the movie."
I rolled my eyes and went to change my clothes on the opposite side of the room. Every now and then I'd hear a click and a dissatisfied groan emerge from the back of his throat. "Aha! The Curse of Chucky!"
I looked up instantly and laughed nervously. "Hahah, o-okay, p-put it on."
He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. "You sure?"
I took a breath and tried to regain my confidence. The literal only thing that Finn didn't know about me was that I am so pathetically afraid of that fucking doll. "Yeah, put it on, Wolfhard. Unless you're too scared." I nudged him.
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The lady with the bag over her head really fucked me up. Somehow, I had managed to keep my cool for the entire movie, but I screamed when she popped up. It was hard for me to not fall off the bed.
Well, if we're being honest, a few tears slipped out whenever I got really scared but was even more afraid to tell Finn. I really fucking hate dolls.
Finn jumped, clearly startled by my high pitched scream. "Woah, Jack, what's up?"
I laughed again. "Hahah, it's-it's nothing, I just thought I saw a- a spider."
Finn sat up, putting his back against the wall, facing away from the tv that still had the doll's face plastered on it. "That's bullshit. What's really wrong?"
"N-nothing."
Finn's point of view
I sighed when I saw how nervous Jack was.
"Come here, Jack."
He crawled over to me and laid next to me, putting his head on my shoulder. I turned and grabbed his waist, easily picking him up and plopping him down on my lap, putting his legs on my sides so he was straddling me.
His face flushed red, and so did mine, but I ignored all that and all the things I wanted to do to him because he still looked kind of shook.
"Tell me what's up, babe," I know, I know, I freaked out when he used that word but, hey, it fit him.
