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patrick “finch” cortez x reader

[newsies modern au]

12 days of christmas: day one

summary: y/n has the biggest crush on the boy who sits next to her in english, and his friends keep asking her to give him things.

a/n: hello everybody, it's been a little while !! so this is the big surprise i've been hyping up: i'm doing 12 fics for 12 days of christmas!! i can't promise it's going to be every day for 12 days, and it might end up going past christmas, but i will have 12 posted by january. hope you enjoy this one bc i quite liked it and i love my boy finch :)

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English was Y/N's last class of the day, and she tended to look forward to it. The teacher, Miss Mullen, was always nice and open to all questions and discussions - and her tests were easy. Most of the time she just let everyone run wild while discussing the books and short stories they read, almost always ending up very far off topic. Sometimes it would lead to a heated debate and everyone would watch as people stood up and turned red and screamed at each other.

Y/N adored it.

And, though she would never admit it to anyone but herself, the boy who sat next to her certainly helped her pro-English attitude. Patrick "Finch" Cortez was far more popular than Y/N and had an enormous group of friends. He was smart and funny and insanely attractive. Sometimes, he would turn to her and ask her questions or make comments. She could have swooned just at the sound of his voice lowered so that only she could hear it. He always asked her, too, even though plenty of his friends were in the class. She supposed it was because she actually paid attention enough to know what was going on, unlike Race and Albert - two of his friends who sat behind him and her.

He talked a lot in general, too. He would contribute to the conversations and make jokes about the books. Y/N was sure that anyone who was looking in their direction could see the way she stared at him like he was some sort of god descended from the heavens. She could only hope that they would be too entranced by him to notice her. She just couldn't help but admire him - he was practically perfect. He didn't get perfect grades, but he always tried. He was on the soccer team, and on game days when the boys wore their jerseys he looked so damn good. And he was just so kind.

Some of the other boys on his team were arrogant and rude, but he never was. She didn't think she had ever seen him push around anyone the way some of the other popular people did. His whole friend group, big as it was, was probably the nicest group of people Y/N had ever had the pleasure of knowing. (Not that she really knew any of them. Her and Crutchie were friends, as were her and JoJo, and Sarah Jacobs was her lab partner, but she didn't really know them all that well.)

One class, while they had been discussing Lady Macbeth, someone had gone off on a bit of a tangent that lead to a conversation solely about Shakespeare. Which, in turn, lead to a conversation about Romeo and Juliet. Romeo, another friend of Finch's who sat on the other side of the room, had immediately brought himself into the conversation and winked at the whole class, making everyone laugh. But, as the conversation continued, it was Finch who dropped from his seat to his knees to deliver a dramatic rendition of Romeo's lines during the balcony scene - talking right to Y/N.

She sat in shock for a second, face flushed with warmth, amazed that he seemed to have remember it word for word. Albert and Race were absolutely dying behind her. Laughing slightly so as not to seem so flustered, she quietly replied with Juliet's lines, the words somehow passing through her lips as if she had always known them. She wasn't even sure she could have repeated it if someone asked, it was a bit of a miracle she remembered at all.

Finch had given her a bright smile, and it was worth it. Anything would have been worth it to see that smile on his face, all his attention on her. The class was full of laughter and even Miss Mullen was chuckling as she tried to get everyone to settle down.

"Return to your seat please, Finch," she said. It was only then that Y/N had realized he was still on his knees looking up at her. Somewhere during his lines he had grabbed her hand without her realizing it, but once he let it go it felt cold and tingly. She couldn't breathe for the rest of the class.

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It was only a week after that that JoJo brought up Finch while he and Y/N were working on calculus homework together during study hall.

"Hey, you have english with Finch don't you?" He asked. She nodded, her cheeks warming despite herself. He smiled at her like he knew exactly what she was thinking, and it made her uneasy. "Could you give this back to him? I borrowed it because I forgot mine." He handed her a history textbook and she stuffed into her bag while muttering "sure thing."

The problem was, of course, that Y/N had never been the one to initiate any conversation with Finch. She always let him speak first. She didn't know how to talk to him if she wasn't just responding to something he had said. But she took he book anyway, and tried to take deep breaths as she walked to her English classroom. When she got there, Finch's desk was empty, and so were Albert and Race's. Breathing a sigh of relief she quickly took out his textbook and set it out on his desk before pulling out her English materials.

He walked in with Race and Albert only a minute or so later. They were laughing loudly, but they quieted some as they made their way to their seats. Finch looked at his textbook in confusion and Y/N tried not to look up from the note she was writing herself to remind her about her science homework.

"How did this get here?" He asked, looking back at his friends, both of them shrugging in response. Y/N took a deep breath as quiet as she could before looking up and opening her mouth.

"JoJo asked me to give it you," she said. "He said you let him borrow it." She could hear Race and Albert snicker behind her and felt her face burning. Had she said something wrong?

When she looked at Finch he was glaring at them, his own face tinted pink. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion on instinct, titling her head at him. He looked back at her and swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing.

"Thanks," he smiled, sliding into his seat. "I appreciate it."

"No problem," she grinned back, trying to ignore the heat in her face. He looked down at his desk, opening the cover of the book. He looked confused again and pulled a piece of paper out of the book, presumably left there by JoJo. Y/N turned so she wasn't facing him directly, not wanting it to seem like she was trying to read his note. But she turned back to him when he made a strangled noise, his face entirely red. Race snatched the paper out of his hands from behind him, reading over it quickly. He burst out laughing, handing it to Albert. Albert accepted it eagerly, letting out a joyous hoot when he read it, crumbling it up and throwing it at Finch's head.

Finch glared at both of them, his face still burning red. Y/N tried not to stare too much, but she too intrigued, and extremely confused. What on earth could JoJo have written? Maybe it wasn't from JoJo, maybe it was from a girl. That would explain how flushed he got, and it would explain his friends' teasing. She tried not to think about it, feeling as disappointment settled in her chest. It had been a foolish hope anyway, to think that maybe she had a chance with Finch of all people. He was too good for her, for anyone.

Finch turned as if he was going to look at her but she looked away quickly, turning back to her papers, frowning. She could feel him looking at her, but she was determined not to give in. Eventually, he looked away and class started.

They didn't talk to each other once all period.

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Sarah was next. They were finishing up a lab together, putting away all the chemicals and cleaning off the table, when she pulled out a sweatshirt out of her bag. (Y/N briefly wondered how on earth she had even fit it in there with all of her books and binders.)

"Hey, would you mind returning this to Finch? You have last period with him, right?" She smiled kindly at Y/N. Y/N could never say no to Sarah, she liked her too much. (Except for when Sarah proposed mixing chemicals that would definitely cause an explosion, then she could say no.) ("Come on, it'll just make a bit of smoke and a loud noise." "Absolutely not.")

"Yeah, of course," she answered, taking the sweatshirt from Sarah's hands as they walked out of the classroom together.

"Thanks," Sarah bumped their shoulders together and Y/N laughed. "He let me borrow it at lunch, it's been so cold in the cafeteria this week."

"Ugh, I know," Y/N groaned. "I don't understand why they can't up the heat just a little bit. There's literally snow outside."

"Exactly!" Sarah exclaimed. "Well, see ya!" She waved as she went down a different hallway and Y/N gave a small wave of her own. She tried not to think of Sarah wearing Finch's sweatshirt, of the note that had been in his textbook earlier that week. Maybe Sarah had been the one to leave it there, maybe they were a thing. It would probably make sense, they were two of the best people she knew. They would make a great couple.

She tried not to think about it.

Finch was already in English when she got there, looking at something on his phone. She'd been working on getting better at talking to him, telling herself that she didn't have a chance anyway, so what was the worse that could happen if she embarrassed herself? She walked right to her seat, dropping her bag to the floor.

"Here you go," she reached out to hand him his sweatshirt, smiling when he met her eyes. He took it back while raising an eyebrow. In the corner of her eye she could see Race's eyes go wide as he reached over to hit Albert's arm to get his attention. "Sarah gave it to me," she explained. "I had a lab period with her before this."

"Oh, okay." He took it from her, grinning. He moved to fold it, but as he did it made a crinkly sound like paper crumbling. With a confused look, Finch reached into the pocket and pulled out a paper from inside. He unfolded it, read it, and then promptly dropped his head to his desk with no regard for the possibility of a concussion from literally slamming his forehead onto a hard wooden surface.

"Oh my god," Y/N breathed out. "That had to hurt." She was barely concealing a laugh. But he merely groaned without even lifting his head, handing the paper backwards before Race could even make a move for it. Him and Albert laughed again, same as last time. She shot them a questioning look, but they only grinned cheekily.

"Trust me, not something you wanna know," Albert chuckled. Finch held up his middle finger in the redhead's direction, but it only made him and Race laugh harder. Miss Mullen started class shortly after, but Y/N's mind was wandering.

She supposed that that settled it, Sarah was the one sending the notes - and Y/N had absolutely no chance with Finch whatsoever.

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The Monday of the next week, it was Crutchie. (Truthfully, Y/N preferred to call him Charlie, but he insisted Crutchie was fine.) (She still called him Charlie most of the time anyway, but he didn't seem to mind.) They had french together two periods before her English class.

They spent most of the class talking since the teacher had given them busy work and they finished quickly and easily with each other's help. Crutchie had been showing her a funny video on his phone of a man who kept slipping while trying to stand up on ice when he startled her as he suddenly snapped and sat up straight.

"I almost forgot," he said as he reached down to where his bag sat next to his desk. "You have last period with Finch, don't you?" She couldn't help but feel a bit of déja vu.

"Yeah, why?" He he dropped a lunchbox on her desk in response.

"He left that in the cafeteria today, do you think you could give it back to him?" She smiled and nodded, glancing up at the clock. The period was over in only a minute, so they both started to pack up.

In English, Finch seemed less than shocked to have his lunchbox plopped on his desk as Y/N sat down.

"Crutchie gave it to me, said you left it in the cafeteria." She spoke as she pulled out her book.

"Crutchie gave it to you?" He asked. Now he was shocked. She nodded, smiling at him briefly before leaning down to grab a pencil from her bag.

"You should open it," Race spoke up, amusement clear in his voice.

"I really don't want to," Finch sighed, running a hand over his face. Still, he opened the lunchbox and pulled out a piece of paper without even having to look for it. He glanced at it quickly before crumbling it up and tossing it back to Race and Albert as if they were dogs he was playing fetch with. A small giggle left her mouth, and he looked at her in surprise.

"What are they, anyway?" She forced herself to ask. "The notes?" She knew she would hate the answer. She knew that. Why would she even ask that? He gave her a pained look and she felt the sudden urge to jump out the window.

"They're.... nothing." He sighed, turning away from her. "They're nothing," he repeated.

She wondered if maybe she had gotten it wrong. Maybe it wasn't a girl, maybe it wasn't Sarah. Maybe it was something bad. She hoped not.

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On Tuesday, Y/N had gym with Bill before English. Bill was probably one of her best friends, along with Darcy. They stuck by each other's sides during gym, doing their best to make it look like they were trying while not actually participating at all. The year before they had had gym with a bunch of their friends and the class had actually managed to be fun, but no such luck that year.

They were playing soccer and Parker, one of the boys on the school soccer team, ended up near Y/N during a majority of the game. He kept trying to strike up a conversation with her, shooting her smiles over his shoulder while he ran with the ball. Each time he scored a goal he would look back at her as if he was expecting some sort of reaction. She stuck to smiling politely and give him a thumbs up, not really knowing what else to do. Bill watched the entire thing with obvious interest and confusion, giving Y/N a look whenever he caught her eye. She just shrugged in response.

It was when the game was over and they were walking back to the locker rooms that Parker started to flirt with her. She was flattered, really, but she had no interest. He was nice and cute and all, but she didn't know him and she was still working on getting over her dumb crush on Finch (his teammate). She smiled and nodded while he talked, obviously uncomfortable.

He found her again waiting outside the boys' locker room for Bill. He walked over with a bright smile, and she considered it for just a second. It wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it? Parker was funny and nice, and he was certainly attractive. And he seemed to like her, to be interested in her. It wouldn't be so bad. In fact, it would probably be pretty good. But she wouldn't be all in, and that wasn't fair to him.

He was dropping lines into the conversation again, running a hand through his hair. She racked her brain for any way to escape without being rude. Bill was beside her in a matter of seconds, his arm thrown around her.

"C'mon," he said, not even sparing Parker a glance. "If we don't go you'll be late to English." She nodded, smiling back at Parker. He nodded at her, holding his hands up in a mock surrender at the sight of Bill's arm around her. She breathed a sigh of relief, leaning into her best friend.

"Thanks. I couldn't figure out how to let him down easy." Bill laughed at that.

"You should've just told him you'd rather bang his teammate instead." She gasped and slapped his chest while he laughed joyously. She tried not to smile, but a grin began to form on her face anyway. When they made it to her English classroom, his arm was still around her. She didn't mind, seeing as the school was cold and he provided some extra warmth. He walked her right up to the doorway, tipping an imaginary hat before continuing down the hallway. She giggled at him before entering the room, still smiling.

Finch seemed upset, she realized as she sat down. His eyes were practically burning holes into his desk and his mouth was set in a frown. Even Albert and Race behind her were quiet. She turned around to smile at them, but all they did was nod in response. For some reason she couldn't grasp, they both looked... worried? They kept glancing at Finch with something that resembled sympathy, or maybe pity.

Instantly, Y/N was filled with concern. She kept glancing her at Finch all class period, but he wouldn't look at her. A sick feeling started to settle in her stomach.

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Wednesday, she saw Finch after school. She was in the passenger seat of Bill's car, listening to Ariana Grande in the school parking lot. They had just been about to leave when Katherine, a friend of Bill's (and Finch's) ran up to their car to ask Bill a question about an article they had to write for their journalism class. Y/N only slightly payed attention to their conversation, bopping along with the beat to REM.

She jumped when someone knocked on her window. She rolled it down quickly, seeing Race waving at her from outside the car. She smiled at him.

"Aren't you cold out there?" She asked. He shrugged.

"'S not too bad," he answered, even though his teeth were chattering as he spoke.

"You should really go somewhere warm," she pointed out. "Like, maybe, your own car."

"Oh, should I?" He teased. (He was shivering. Literally shivering. She felt the need to roll her eyes.)

"Yes, you should. It was be the smartest decision you could make here." She retorted.

"Smart decisions and Race don't really go together," a new voice joined in. She turned slightly to see Finch walking up to join Race in standing in front of her window, grinning. Race winked at her, all dramatic and exaggerated, and she laughed. "What are you listening to?" Finch asked, leaning closer to try and hear the music. She tried desperately not to think about him getting closer, mentally blaming her darkening cheeks on the cold.

"Ariana Grande's newest album," she tried to answer, but it came out more of a whisper. He was so close, too close. He was practically leaning inside of the car. It would be so easy to meet him with a kiss, or to reach up and run her hand through his hair. (She refrained, thankfully).

"Hate to break this up," Bill interrupted. Y/N looked over to see that Katherine was gone and his window was back up. "But I've got a very cute boyfriend waiting for me to go study with him, so we're gonna leave." Y/N laughed loudly, waving at the boys as Bill rolled her window up for her.

She could have sworn that, as they drove away, Finch's jaw was dropped and Race was sporting a smirk.

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On Thursday, Y/N wasn't in class. Race told Finch that he had heard from JoJo that she was home sick for the day. He tried not to be disappointed. (He still was).

He had been hoping to see her, now that he knew he had a chance again. After seeing her and Bill he had just assumed they were together, and it had hurt more than he cared to admit. But, as it turned out, Bill was apparently gay and dating Katherine's friend Darcy. Which meant Y/N was single, and Finch could make a move if he wanted. Which, he did. Want to make a move, that is. But every time he saw her she looked so pretty and put together and he just choked up, never saying what he wanted to. (To be fair, he had literally quoted Romeo and Juliet at her and she still didn't seem to get it, so it couldn't be said that he didn't try.)

His friends did not make his endeavors any easier. Race and Albert had figured his crush out easily and they wouldn't leave him alone about it. Not to mention all of his friends had apparently ganged up on him. First it had been JoJo with the note in his textbook, written in all capitals letters: "ASK HER OUT ALREADY, DUMBASS!" Then, it had been Sarah with the note in his sweatshirt pocket: "Dear Patrick, man up you idiot. Ask her out and put us all out of our misery." And then, even Crutchie had joined in with the note he left in Finch's lunchbox: "just do it already dude."

And, as if it couldn't get worse, then Parker had decided he was going to spend an entire gym class flirting with her to see what happened. She hadn't returned his advances, thank the lord, but it still angered Finch that Parker had done it at all - and for what? To make Finch jealous? (Which, okay, kind of worked.)

He really didn't think it could get any worse.

Jack had left for a field trip during first period that morning for his AP Art class. Finch knew that he was supposed to be back during last period, but he certainly hadn't expected what Jack did when he got back.

It only took a few mumbles and giggles going around the classroom for Finch to look up to see what was causing the small commotion. There, through the window of the classroom door, Jack Kelly could be seen with a shit eating smile holding a sign that read: "ASK HER ON A DATE!" Finch felt his face burn with embarrassment. Race and Albert were consumed by fits of laughter.

Miss Mullen noticed after a few minutes, only turning to her class in utter confusion as a response. It was Romeo who finally got up to open the door and let Jack in.

"She's not even here, dude," he said. "He can't ask her out if she's not here."

"He could text her," Jack suggested. Romeo made an offended noise.

"He absolutely could not! That's not romantic at all!" The class seemed to be slowly catching on and Finch sank lower in his seat, pulling his hoodie up to cover his face.

"Oh my god, you wanna ask Y/N out?" Someone asked. It set everyone else off and the room erupted with noise. Even Miss Mullen seemed interested to hear the story - and Race and Albert were eager to tell it. Finch barely even tried to fight his sudden urge to throw himself out the window. Jack winked at him from the doorway before walking away. Finch scowled at his retreating figure.

When the bell rang, Finch shot up and raced to the door, closing it before anyone could leave. "This information does not leave this room, understand?" He asked. Almost everyone nodded enthusiastically.

"Are you actually gonna ask her out?" A girl asked. Finch sighed, hoping he wouldn't regret his response.

"Yeah, I'm gonna ask her out."

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Y/N was grateful when Friday finally arrived. Even with her sick day, the week had been unbearably long. Not to mention the strange and varied behavior from Finch that kept her reeling. (She was trying to let it go, she really was.) (It wasn't working.)

She was walking with Crutchie after French when Romeo came out of nowhere, stopping them in their tracks. She looked around with mild confusion, wondering where on earth he had come from.

"Hey, Y/N," he panted. He was unbelievably out of breath, as if he had sprinted to get there. Once she thought about it, she realized that Romeo had mentioned a few times in English that he had drama while she had french. The teacher who ran the theatre program and the auditorium were on the complete opposite side of the building. Crutchie was smiling next to her with a hand over his mouth that seemed to be the only thing keeping him from bursting out laughing. She gave up try to figure out what they were up to, just nodding at Romeo to continue. He held out a graphing calculator in front of him. "Can you give this to Finch in English? He let me borrow it and he needs it for the homework this weekend but I'm leaving early so I won't be there." His words tumbled out of his mouth at an intense speed, and she had to take a second to decipher what he had said. Sighing, she took the calculator for him.

"Yeah, whatever," she mumbled. "Apparently I'm Finch's private delivery service." Romeo simply nodded before taking off down the hall. She shook her head at him, starting to walk again. Crutchie wouldn't stop looking at her and smiling. "What?" She finally asked as they neared his classroom.

"Nothing," he said, though clearly it wasn't. "Just, have a good day, you know? Enjoy English." He walked away then, going to his class. She stared after him in utter bewilderment, a frown on her face. She was suspicious, to say the least, and very wary of the entire situation.

In study hall, JoJo was acting strange, too. He kept texting like a maniac and looking up at her like he knew a secret, always the same smirk on his face. She attempted to ignore him. When the period ended, he left her with a "have a great English class!" and she practically screamed. What was going on with all of them today? Were they planning to do something to her in English? She couldn't believe that Finch would let them to do anything mean, but it didn't stop her from worrying.

By the time she made it to English she was tense and on edge. Race and Albert walked in a minute after and practically ran to their desks before leaning forward to talk to her.

"Ready for class, L/N?" Albert asked.

"Today's a big day," Race continued. She looked at them both, at their cheeky grins and teasing eyes. With an entirely straight face she looked them each in the eye before turning back around to face the front board. She could practically feel their excitement start to deflate behind her.

"Are you okay?" Race asked her cautiously as Finch slid into his seat. He looked at her, eyes filled with concern.

"Is something wrong?" God, how could anyone not fall in love with a voice like that? She was so doomed.

"No, nothing's wrong," she sighed. "It's just been...." she trailed off, not quite sure what to say. How do you tell a guy that all of his friends have been treating you strangely all day like they were planning some sort of surprise? "A weird day," she finished. "It's been a weird day."

"What happened?" He kept pushing.

"Your friends happened," she mumbled under her breath.

"What?" He titled his head like a confused little puppy. She hated him for it. (She loved him for it.)

"Nothing." She forced a smile onto her face so they would stop pestering her. Miss Mullen, the blessed woman, started class only a second after - saving Y/N form any further interrogation.

Nothing interesting happened in English. She had no idea what everyone was talking about. The only slightly unusual thing was Race and Albert constantly hitting Finch lightly on the back, whispering to him. They seemed to almost be encouraging him. She didn't have the energy to try and figure it out, so she stuck to her English material and blocked out the boys around her.

When the bell rang at the end of class she suddenly remembered the calculator sitting in her bag. She pulled it out quickly and then ran out of the room to catch up to Finch, who had shot out the door the minute class had ended - followed closely by Albert and Race. She found him in the hallway, walking swiftly toward the exit with his friends got on his trail. She raced up to him, grabbing his hand to pull him back. He looked back at her with wide eyes, like a deer caught in headlights.

"Hey," she breathed, panting slightly from her small run. "Romeo said to give this to you, I almost forgot. He said you would need it for the homework." Finch stared at it like it was something alien as he slowly took it from her hands. "Right, well, have a good weekend! I've gotta -"

"This isn't my calculator," he interrupted her.

"Wait, what?"

"My calculator is in my bag. This isn't mine." He tried to hand it back to her, but she held her hands up in a mock surrender.

"Well, Romeo said to give it to you, so..." She looked to Race and Albert for help, but their eyes were trained on Finch. She returned her gaze to him as well when he sighed, reluctantly turning the calculator on. Though she couldn't make out the words, she could tell that someone had typed something out on the screen. Finch looked like he wanted to throw the thing at the wall. "Okay," she spoke up. "I really should go, Bill and Darcy'll be waiting for me. I'll see you guys on Monday."

She was half turned around when his voice reached her ears.

"Do you wanna go out with me?" She practically choked, whipping back around to face him as her face burned. She tried to respond, spluttering and stumbling over her words before finally managing a meek "what?" He took a few steps to close most of the distance between them, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck as his eyes stayed trained on his shoes.

"Do you want to go on a date with me?" He asked again. "I really like you and I think -"

"Yes," she breathed, eyes wide as she looked at him with a brilliant smile. "Yes, I'd love to go on a date with you." His head snapped up as his eyes met hers, a grin spreading across his face.

"Okay, cool," he said, matching her breathy tone. "Yeah, cool. I'll - uh. I'll text you, yeah?" She nodded happily.

"I've gotta..." she pointed behind her, hoping he would understand. Her brain couldn't formulate words. Not when the boy she had spent days trying to get over was asking on her date, and being adorably nervous about it.

"Right! Yeah, okay. I'll see you soon?" She nodded again, and they stood there just smiling at each other until someone cleared their throat. She snapped out of her daze and turned to see Race and Albert watching the two of them. Her face flushed again, as she waved and started to make her way toward the parking lot where she knew her friends would be waiting.

The entire ride home she gave all the details to Bill and Darcy as they hooted and hollered at her every word.

It was Sarah who eventually explained to her what all the notes had been. Apparently, everyone but her had known that Finch had had a crush on her. The final push had been what Romeo has typed in his calculator: IF YOU DON’T I WILL.

Two weeks after he asked her out, they walked into English holding hands - a bit later than usual because they had met up to walk together, but still making it before the bell. The whole class practically gave them a standing ovation.

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hauntedbyvisionsof-flight · 6 years ago

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First Snow

Anonymous asked: 17 on the christmas prompt list with albert x finch

17. “Do you wanna build a snow-“ “no don’t you dare finish that”

A/N: Albert, Finch, Crutchie, Elmer, Buttons, and Henry are all roommates in New Jersey. Crutchie really likes cooking. Jack lives in Manhattan (but visits often) and has a service dog to help with PTSD and anxiety. Her name is Molly and she isn’t fully trained, but they all love her to death (except Buttons, ‘cause he’s allergic.)

Albert and Finch were the only ones at home. Crutchie, Elmer, Buttons, and Henry had all taken Crutchie’s van into the city to go shopping for some decorations after the other ones got, uh, destroyed. It totally wasn’t Albert’s fault. Molly, Jack’s service dog in training, was just sneakier than he expected.

Albert was putting the finishing touches on his email to NYU, and checking over to see if it sounded professional enough. He really wanted to get accepted this year, instead of having to go to the community college again.

He took a break, rubbing his eyes and face. “I hate this so much.”

Finch snorted from his seat on the other side of the room. “So you’ve said.”

“Shut up.”

Albert sat for a few more moments, reading over the first paragraph three times. “Alright, fuck this I’m taking a break.”

“Have fun.”

Albert stood, putting his hands on his hips and arching his back. Several pops and cracks resounded throughout the room and Finch made a face. “How can you stand that?”

Albert smirked. “You’re just mad ‘cause you can’t do it.”

Finch shuddered. “I can assure you I am not.”

Albert did some stretches, kicking his legs out and taking giant steps around the room. He glanced at Finch’s laptop to see what he was doing, only to roll his eyes when he realized it was Tumblr. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something productive?”

Finch spluttered. “I was! I was just - taking a break!”

“Mmm hmm.”

Finch slammed his laptop shut. “Know what? I’m hungry. I’m getting food.”

“An excellent idea, darling.”

“I know. I’m a genius.”

The two made their way into the kitchen, Albert throwing the fridge open while Finch looked through the cabinets.

“So, I’m no Crutchie, but what do you want?”

“Hmmm. Toast?”

“What kind?”

“Honey and avocado?”

“This is why we can’t afford a house.”

Finch snorted. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m sure it has nothing to do with student loans or how shitty the economy is. It is definitely because I enjoy avocado toast.”

“Or the fact that one of us is the Cortez heir and has thousands laying around, just waiting to be spent.”

Finch sighed. “Albert, we’ve talked about this-”

“I know, I know.”

Finch pulled bread down from the cabinet, and honey from the cupboard. Albert pulled out the avocado and some butter, setting them on the counter beside the loaf of bread. Finch placed the toaster on the counter and put two slices in.

Albert crossed over to the window. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were closed and the curtains shut to help with the heating cost. It was December 12, and they still hadn’t had the first snowfall. Elmer swore up and down that he could smell the snow when he woke up that morning, but Crutchie’s leg disagreed. Of course, Elmer’s nose had never been wrong, and Crutchie’s leg was a finicky as the man himself.

Albert propped his elbows on the sink, looking out the kitchen window. Dark clouds had rolled up over the course of the day and made the day outside look as cold as it felt. As Albert was watching, a single snowflake fell from the sky.

“Finch! Snow!”

“Mm. Nice.”

“Finch! It’s snowing!”

“You said.”

Albert bent to find a plastic bowl from under the sink. “I will never understand how you don’t get excited about snow.”

“I will never understand how you do get excited about it every year.” But Albert hadn’t heard him, instead slipping and sliding back through the living room, flinging open the glass door that lead onto the balcony. Closing it behind him, Albert set the bowl on the table to collect some snow for snow ice cream. He leaned on the balcony, watching as snow fell and blanketed the city in a cover of white.

After a few minutes, enough snow had landed on his shoulders and melted into his shirt that he was beginning to feel the chill. He turned back to open the door, but it was locked.

He knocked on the door. “FINCH!”

Finch looked up from his seat on the couch, avocado toast hanging from his mouth. “Wa?”

“Let me in!”

“Nah.” He took the toast out.

“Finch!”

“Albert!”

Albert did his best attempt at puppy eyes, but Finch just laughed, picking up his phone and opening Snapchat. Albert knocked on the door four times in succession.

“Do you wanna build a snow -”

“NO! Don’t you dare finish that!!”

“THEN LET ME IN!”

“Fine!”

Finch put his phone down and opened the door.

“Frozen’s a good movie. I don’t understand why you hate it so much,” Albert said, pushing past Finch into the living room.

“I don’t hate Frozen, I hate how popular it became and how it over-inflated the market.”

“Ah yes, like Hamilton.”

“Hamilton is art.”

“So are DEEZ NUTS.”

Finch sighed and pinched his nose. “You’re ridiculous.”

“No, I’m Albert.”

Finch screamed in frustration as Albert laughed. It was weird, but it was their relationship. It was them, and neither would trade it for the world.

Recipe for Snow Ice Cream

1 cup milk (any kind)

1/3 cup granulated sugar.

1 teaspoon vanilla extract, store-bought or homemade.

1 pinch salt.

8 cups clean snow or shaved ice (more or less depending on the density of the snow)

optional (but strongly suggested) topping: sprinkles!!!

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