imagines - finn wolfhard

.·:*¨little moments ¨*:·.

"Do you think you could come over?"

Hearing his ragged voice along with a few coughs, you couldn't help but feel your heart strings being pulled. Just by hearing his voice, you could tell that Finn wasn't feel well. Something wasn't right.

"Are you okay?" you asked, worried about his wellbeing. "You don't sound so good."

He let out another cough, and as cute as you thought it was, it confirmed his following words.

"Actually, I'm feeling kind of sick," he sheepishly admitted. "So? Do you think you can come over? I mean, you don't have to but... I'd really like it if you were around."

"Yeah, I'll be right over," you promised, hurrying to grab your things before heading out. "See you in a few."

Making your way over at quickly as possible, you greeted his mom at the door.

"Oh, Y'n," his mom said. She smiled brightly at you. "Finn is upstairs."

"Thanks," you replied.

"Do you think you could bring this up to him?" she asked, holding out a mug of tea.

"Yeah, of course!"

Hurrying up the stairs to find Finn's room with the mug in hand, you tried your best not to spill. As you approaching, you heard the sounds of someone throwing up in the bathroom.

Knocking at the door, you peeked in to see Finn.

"Hey... you okay?" you asked, standing hesitantly at the doorway.

Finn looked over to you, a smile forming on his face.

"You came..."

"Of course I came," you responded. "You know I'll be here for you anytime."

"You can go sit in my room," he said. "I'm going to splash some water on my face, I'll be right over."

Setting the mug on his desk, you looked around his room. Everything about it reminded you of the boy cared about. Not long after you made yourself comfortable by sitting on the edge of Finn's bed, he walked in with a small smile.

"I'm sorry you have to see me at my worse," he said, sitting down next to you.

"Don't be sorry," you reassured him. "I'm glad I could be here for you. I brought up so tea from your mom for you, by the way."

He moved over a bit, and before you could ask what he was up to, Finn rested his head on your lap. Smiling up at you, you couldn't help but smile in return as you admired his looks. Even sick, he was still as cute as always.

His eyes closing when you started gently stroking and playing with his hair, you couldn't help but notice how soft it was.

"Try to get some rest, okay?" you whispered, petting his head.

He hummed in response, clutching onto your free hand.

"Thanks for everything, Y'n."

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