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Okay, so there were certainly some characters in this game, you could deal with that. By this point you were quite used to some of the nutjobs that could be playing these games, and they really didn’t phase you anymore. Though, you did get quite a kick out of the gamertag, ‘playwithmygreasegun’ and you would love to find out what inspired that nickname. The game was relatively simple and boring at first, not a whole lot of action, though for some reason, the man of the hour - or you assumed he was a man, he kept cursing everytime something went wrong - could not get the hang of this, and it wasn’t uncommon to hear a loud ‘fuck!’ ring out in your headset, and you’d glance at his character, only to see he died again. You wondered in the back of your mind if it was his first time playing, and let out a little laugh to yourself when he died, yet again.

“Y/g/t, you’re so fucking good at this! Mind teaching me?” a voice that could only belong to ‘playwithmygreasegun’ called out to you. Now that, that was uncommon. You didn’t usually interact with the people on your team, you were rather shy when it came to social interaction, and you didn’t like to get involved in the dramatic side of the game. You didn’t even consider the fact that you were good at the game, you just kinda, shot at people. It wasn’t hugely difficult for you.

“I am?” you asked, your brows furrowing in confusion, even though you knew no one could see you. The boy who’d been talking to you responded with only a ‘mhm’, leading you to believe he was distracted. Sure enough, he’d backed himself into a corner. You thought, for sure, that you recognized his voice from somewhere, but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure it out. It also didn’t help that the headsets didn’t exactly have the best sound quality, so his voice was considerably muffled. So you pushed the thought into the back of your mind, trying not to focus on it, because it probably wasn’t anything, he probably just sounded like someone you knew. Nothing more to it.

Right?

Okay, you might’ve been crazy, but everytime he talked to you, or at all, you kept getting this nagging feeling that you knew him from somewhere. At this point the two of you were conversing quite a bit, as you’d muted everyone else but him. Everyone else was uninteresting and loud, and you didn’t feel like listening to their little comments. Somehow, you’d gotten roped into following this guy around and trying to help him through his constant troubles in the game, and he’d gotten no better. Listen, it’d been an hour, he should’ve been making at least a little progress.

“Shit!” he called out, making you laugh to yourself and quickly snipe the enemy that’d just shot your new friend down, “I don’t understand how you do it, y/g/t. I can’t figure it out!” you giggled to yourself and went to meet him where he revived himself.

“Hey, um,” you started, pausing to shoot an enemy near you, “What’s your real name? I mean, no offense, but I really don’t want to keep calling you ‘playwithmygreasegun’,” you explained, and he laughed to himself at the quip.

“‘S Finn. What’s yours?” he returned the question, and you answered with your own name. You felt this would make your interactions less awkward.

“Y/n, that’s a pretty name,” Finn complimented, and you felt a hot blush creep up your neck at the compliment, albeit small.

“Thanks, Finn”

“So,” Finn paused to hide behind a tree, while you only rolled your eyes and shot at the enemy, killing him off, “any other meddling questions you’d like to ask? Perhaps you’d like my street address?”

You laughed to yourself, “No,” you shook your head to emphasize your point, although, again, you knew he couldn’t see you, “But there is one thing I was wondering”

“Go for it,” Finn gave you the ‘go ahead’.

“How on Earth did you come up with the gamertag, ‘playwithmygreasegun’? Quite provocative, isn’t it?” you asked, letting out another giggle at the sound of the name. Finn laughed along with you.

“Band joke, you wouldn’t get it,” Finn explained shortly, though you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Understood, understood,” you relented, watching with amusement when Finn died again, hearing the all too familiar swear that accompanied it. You couldn’t help it when you broke into giggles again, hearing Finn’s responding gasp on the other end of the line.

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me!” he shouted, feigning offense, which only made you laugh more. Unfortunately, you let your eyes shut in the midst of trying to control your giggles, and you, yourself, got shot down by an enemy. Finn and you were both silent for a minute.

“Di-Did you do that on purpose?” he asked incredulously.

“No”

Then, for whatever reason, both you and him started cracking up. Neither of you even bothered reviving yourselves yet, you just laughed together. You had to be honest, this game had been the best you think you’d ever played, just because Finn was there to die multiple times and laugh with you about it. It amazed you that the conversation was not once tense or dull, and that was interesting for you, as it usually was. Before long, you realized it was far past the time you’d set for yourself to play until, and you had to bid Finn goodbye.

“Yeah, I got it, though based on the amount of times you saved my ass today, I don’t know how I’ll survive without you,” he joked, and you laughed with him.

“You’ll get through it, Finn, talk to you again soon,” you said.

“Same time tomorrow?” he asked, and you laughed again, for he emphasized his voice with an incredibly bad accent that you didn’t recognize.

“Yep, goodbye,” you confirmed, then shut off your headset and game console. After all the talking with him you did in the past hour and a half, you really couldn’t shake the feeling that you recognized his voice from somewhere, and you made a mental note to ask him the next time you talked to him. You just had to figure out how to word something like that, or how to bring it up.

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“Hey, Finn?” you asked tentatively. God, you were gonna feel so stupid if you were completely wrong and he just sounded like someone. You and Finn had been talking for a little over a week or so now, which meant you were playing every weekend and it’d actually been about four weeks, but you only really talked to him on weekends when you had the time. Over the course of that time, you’d talked a lot about your lives, you’d exchanged family stories, you’d both complained about school and where you were struggling in different subjects, and you’d talked about movies that you both liked. Not surprisingly, you both had a preference for some different war movies. Not many, but there were some you had in common. And all through that the nagging feeling never went away, though you did find a way to mute it over the time. You just couldn’t figure out why it kept bothering you.

“Yes?”

“Um, this is kinda weird, but—“ you were cut off by a laugh.

“Y/n, darling, I think I’m pretty desensitized to weird after the stories we’ve told each other,” Finn informed you, “Whatcha got?”

That was another thing, over time he’d began calling you different little pet names, always exaggerating them with a posh accent because on time you’d told him that you liked the way British accents sounded. That they sounded classy and sophisticated. Ever since then he’s never failed to call you a pet name at least once every time you talked, and it was driving the butterflies in your stomach nuts.

“Well, this was, just a small thought, but I can’t help but notice that your voice sounds so familiar to me. I’m not sure why, and i-it could just be a coincidence, but, it keeps bothering me, so I thought I’d bring it up,” you laughed out the last part, trying to calm your nerves about maybe coming across as a weird person to someone you felt you really connected with, that you felt you could talk to.

Finn was quiet for a while, not responding to your indirect question, and only the sounds of the video game were in the background as you continued to mindlessly play. You waited for Finn’s reply, and the more time that passed where you were left in silence, the more your left leg bounced against the edge of the love seat.

“Finn?” you called out, breaking the silence.

You heard a small sigh on the other end, “Well, I guess now is as good a time as any to spill it”

“Spill what?”

“I’m kind of a famous actor,” Finn told you, and you only drew your eyebrows together. You didn’t recall a famous actor named ‘Finn’.

“Oh,” you paused, thinking to yourself a bit before speaking up again, “What’ve you been in so far? I’m sure I know something”

You didn’t understand why it didn’t immediately click in your head when he told you in the first place. You certainly recognized his voice, it’d been bothering you for weeks, yet you didn’t know his name. Though, that wasn’t exactly uncommon, a lot of times you never really bothered looking at the casts for all the movies or TV shows you like.

“Well, I’ve been in the new It movies, I’ve been in the animated Addams Family, I’ve been in this movie called Dog Days, um, I was in this show called Stranger Thi—” you cut him off, your face lighting up.

“Wait! You played Mike, didn’t you?” you asked, and Finn hummed in confirmation.

“Yes, yes I did play Mike”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t realize it before, Finn. I only looked at the actors for that show once, but I really liked it,” you apologized, feeling enormously stupid that you hadn’t recognized his name before, or the voice hadn’t clicked, “What’s your last name?” you asked, and Finn laughed quietly at your insistence.

“It’s Wo—” you interrupted once again.

“Oh wait, wait don’t tell me,” you paused to think it over, remembering that his last name was one of the most bizzare you’d ever seen, “Is it ‘Wolfhard’?” you asked tentatively, and you heard another one of Finn’s laughs ring through the headset.

“Yes, it’s Wolfhard, love,” There he was again with the accent. You rolled your eyes with a fond smile.

“Thanks, Finn. I thought that’d never stop bothering me,” you smiled, happy that you’d finally gotten your answer, “Though I must ask, why Call Of Duty? I mean, there are plenty of other war games where you can just play by yourself”

Finn sighed overdramatically, “Listen, I don’t tell you what to like. God just decided that he was gonna make me like Call Of Duty one day, so here I am,” he joked, causing you to let a little giggle escape on your end of the line.

“Besides,” Finn started, in a softer voice than you think you’d ever heard from him, “then I wouldn’t have met you”

You felt your heart stutter to a halt. Did he really mean that? Over the time you’d spent talking to Finn, it wasn’t any secret that you’d maybe created a little bit of a crush on him, and now you could say that safely, because you knew he was only a year and a half older than you, upon looking up his age on the internet as of five seconds ago.

“U-Um,” you laughed, subconsciously rubbing a hand over the back of your neck out of embarrassment, “Well, I’m definitely glad our paths crossed too” you voice came out quieter and less confident than you’d intended it to, and you felt your face get hot.

“I have to clarify first,” Finn began, speaking in a sort of warning tone, “How old are you, y/n?”

“Sixteen”

“Oh thank God,” he sighed, and you laughed, “I didn’t mean to be weird, and I thought you were maybe around there, but I really didn’t want to be accused of being a pedo”

You nodded to yourself, “Yeah, yeah, understandable how you could be worried about that”

“Y/n”

You hummed in acknowledgment.

“I know I don’t know where you live, and you don’t know where I live, but,” Finn paused for a second, seeming to be searching for the right way to word what he wanted to say, “I was wondering if you’d like to get together sometime in person to hang out?”

You were smiling before he even finished the question, the notion of one day getting to meet with the person you’d been talking to over the past month exciting you.

“Yeah, I’d love that,” you replied quickly, and you could hear the smile in Finn’s voice.

“Good, okay”

You weren’t sure what to say next, but, thankfully, the silence didn’t last long, because Finn let another loud expletive out.

“Fuck!”

“What?”