𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙘𝙩 [finn wolfhard] - ₂₃ . cobalt (2024)

 
The first thing I think about as I drift into consciousness is the memory of what happened last night. I open my eyes, and a smile spreads across my face when the first thing I see is finn. Well, his neck. I'm buried into Finn's warm arms, my bare chest pressing against his. I snuggle closer to his body, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck and pulling my body even closer to his as I drift back asleep.
 
Maybe a few minutes later, I wake up again. This time, to his voice. "Stevie," he whispers.
 
"Hmm," I groan, stirring in the sheets.
 
"Good morning," he says.
 
"Mhmm," I hum, wanting to fall asleep again.
 
"I have to go to my shoot. I'll see you later."
 
I open my eyes to look at him. He's already dressed.
 
"Okay," I smile in my half-asleep daze.
 
He smiles at how dopey I am right now. He leans over and quicky kisses me on the cheek before getting up off the bed. "See you later."
 
"See ya," I yawn before nodding off again.
 
Finn leaves the room, walking down the hallway to his, thinking up an excuse to tell his mom. He decides to just say he was in Jack's room since he has his own and it makes complete sense that he might have slept there.
 
Then, to his luck, he sees Dylan and Owen walking in his direction down the hallway. Finn glances down to what he's wearing, which is quite obviously Stevie's t-shirt and unisex sweatpants. Convenient.
 
"Wolfhard, you slept with my sister last night?" Dylan asks.
 
"Congrats dude!" says Owen, holding up his hand for Finn to high-five him as they reached each other in the hallway.
 
"I didn't sleep with her," Finn says. He doesn't want Dylan to f*cking maul him to death.
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"Leaving room for Jesus?" Dylan jokes.
 
Finn rolls his eyes. "You know me," he jokes back.
 
"Whatever you two are up to, I'm proud of you, you know that?" Owen says.
 
Finn has no clue what to do with that information. Are they encouraging him? He just awkwardly nods then continues back to his room, wondering why Dylan isn't like, mad at him.
 
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Finn: cutting and dying my hair in an hour
Finn: wanna come witness?
 
Stevie: YES
Stevie:what color?
 
Finn:find out when u get here
Finn:i'll forward u the email with the address
 
Stevie:kk
Stevie:be over with the others soon
 
"What'd Finn say?" Jack asks as I put my phone down.
 
"He's dying his hair in an hour, he invited us to come."
 
"We're going," says Pinky, his mouth full of sandwich. We're all eating lunch at a little cafe on the corner of our hotel's block.
 
"What's the address?" Jack asks. I open the email and show it to him. He enters it into Uber. "This is like a half-hour drive."
 
"We can leave when we're done eating," I tell him, chips in my mouth.
 
Less than an hour later, we're at the studio where Finn's wrapping up the shoot. It's for some paris-based magazine.
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"So, how long is this gonna take?" Finn asks the hair stylist.
 
"2 hours, give or take," she says, mixing the hair bleach.
 
Ford, Owen, Jack, Malcolm, and I are all sitting on chairs, waiting for the magic to happen.
 
"Can I bleach a part of his head?" Pinky asks, earning an elbow from Jack.
 
"Sure," says the stylist. Pinky sticks out his tongue at Jack.
 
She starts putting the purple paste on his head with the little paintbrush thing to bleach it. She lets Pinky do some, and he somehow almost messed up. Ford is recording the funny bits so he can put them in his youtube video.
 
"Finn you look like Sailor Mercury," Jack says as the blue dye starts going on his head.
 
"He looks like Ramona Flowers," I joke.
 
"Or like, the sad one from Inside Out," Owen adds.
 
"Doesn't Joy also have blue hair?" says Ford, almost starting a fight.
 
The stylist lets me have the hair dye, and let me tell you it's so f*cking fun to dye your friend's hair. I have rubber gloves and everything, and I'm putting dye into the curls one at a time, as she instructed. You're supposed to massage in the dye, so I'm rubbing it into Finn's scalp.
 
"This is like a free head rub," he says, his eyes shut in bliss.
 
"Mhmm," I say before I start doing it harder just to mess with him.
 
"OW," he says.
 
"Do it harder, Stevie," says Owen. I give him the side-eye. He comes closer to me and whispers in my ear, "do you like that?" in an exaggerated voice.
 
I flick him in the forehead with my hair-dye covered hand to make him f*ck off. Finn told me about what happened in the hallway this morning, and I knew that Owen and my brotther were gonna tease me about it, despite them not even knowing what happened.
 
"Does this stain your skin?" he asks.
 
"Yeah," laughs Finn.
 
"It doesn't come off for a week," says the stylist. Laughter erupts from everybody else in the room, and they all swarm Owen to see the mark. He kinda looks like Harry Potter if he had a blue scar.
 
After waiting, rinsing the dye out, and cutting a couple of inches off, Finn's hair is almost done. And after blowdrying, he's a completely different dude.
 
I'm only kidding, he looks like a motherf*cking blueberry. But a cute one.
 
"Hey violet," teases Jack, "you're turning violet."
 
"HAHAHA," Finn sarcastically says back.
 
"He finally looks qualified to join BTS," says Malcolm.
 
I reach up and floof his curls. "You look like a blueberry," I tell him.
 
He looks down at me and pouts his lip. "I'm the worst tasting fruit?"
 
"I didn't call you a banana," I say.
 
He rolls his eyes before smiling at me, earning a smile back. He looks so different, but in the best way possible. The new hair makes the best features in his face stand out more, and also makes him look softer overall.
 
He just looks so... huggable. Like, even more than usual. And I guess you could say he looks more kissable... maybe even f*ckable, but we're not gonna talk about that right now. As I look at the blue-haired boy jokes around with our friends, I think back to last night. Memories flood my mind of the feeling. How fuzzy I felt, and having that little feeling I have every time I see him times a thousand.
 
I need to stop thinking about last night. It's all I've been doing all day. But how can I stop when he's so damn cute?