Here's a little cute imagine. Fillie again lmao. I'll make a Mileven one next since I've been doing Fillie a lot lately whoops.
Inspired by @fanficforlife2045 's comment on my Writing Prompt chapter :)
"How are you feeling Mills?" Finn's voice is raspy through the phone, his exhaustion evident with the small cracks in his words.
"I'm fine, Finn. But holy shit, you sound like you haven't slept in months!" Her expression hardens, as she clutches the phone tighter in her hand, concern pulsing within her.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me, you're still upset." He replies, and Millie can basically feel him frowning.
"Finn, he dumped me a month ago. I'm fine. But you've been working your ass off making sure I'm okay, which is nice and all. But..." She trails off, running a hand through her soft curls, which had grown to shoulder length over the summer.
"But what, Mills?" He whispers, and Millie purses her lips together, before softly replying.
"You have to take care of yourself too."
Finn stays silent for a bit, and Millie frowns lightly.
Ever since her and Jacob broke up, Finn had been spending almost 24 hours a day with her to make sure she was okay. She was perfectly fine of course; her feelings for Jacob had quickly faded (though she questioned if they were ever there) and replaced by feelings for her best friend.
She knew not to act on her feelings however, someone always got hurt in the end. If something did happen, and he didn't return her hopeless feelings for him, filming would be unbearably awkward. But a girl could dream, right?
"Mills, I am completely, 100%, absolutely fine. Okay?" He asks, and Millie can tell he's smiling, but whether or not the smile is real goes beyond her best friend sensory.
"Okay." She resigns, her shoulders slumping slightly. He lightly chuckles, the sound causing her heart to flutter.
"I'll see you on set tomorrow, Mills." She bites her lip, before muttering a soft goodbye. She hangs up, and throws her phone on the bed.
He was clearly not okay, and she couldn't help but blame herself.
***
Millie walks into the large set building, her footsteps echoing lightly through the barely furnished main room. Her eyes fall upon her best friend, and she walks quickly to him.
She grins at him, and he offers her a small smile. His eyes were red, stained with exhaustion, matching the purple bags beneath his eyelids. His hair was messier than usual, and his posture was weak; a small push would easily knock him over.
She places a hand gently on his shoulder, and he sighs heavily. She looks at him, angling her head slightly up due to the height difference, and scans his features.
His cheeks were lightly flushed, prominent against his unusually pale skin. She cups his face gently, and he closes his eyes weakly.
"Finn." She states sternly, to which he replies with a small 'mm'. "What happened?" She asks, and he opens his eyes slowly.
"Nothing happened Mills, I just didn't get a lot of sleep." He brushes her off, offering her his usual crooked grin. She stares at him for a bit longer, before sighing, and nodding.
"Finn! You're up for your next scene!" Matt Duffer calls, and Finn nods. "I'll see you later, okay?" He asks Millie, who nods glumly.
He walks, or stumbles, to the set. Millie watches him with sad eyes, but decides to let him be.
***
"I don't want you around my daughter!" David, or Hopper currently, yells. The camera moves to Finn, or Mike, who has anger written upon his face.
"She's not your daughter!" He yells back, his face shaking lightly.
"She's not your girlfriend!" Hopper steps closer to Mike, in an almost threatening way. Mike holds his ground, craning his neck a bit to square his eyes with Hopper's.
"She's the love of my life!" He yells, and Hopper's face softens. "Kid..." He starts, but Mike steps back quickly.
The fast movement of his character throws Finn slightly out of balance. He attempts to steady himself, but fails. He collapses against the wooden set floor, the impact to his head rendering him unconscious.
"Finn!" Millie yells, rushing to the set, as the crew and other cast mates rush to get the nurse.
A thin woman, with greying hair and gentle eyes, rushes to the unconscious boy, picking him up gently.
She carries him to the small medical room, and lies him upon one of the beds, wrapping his head in a bandage.
Millie follows, as the others share a scared but knowing look. She smiles softly at the nurse, who gestures to one of the chairs. She sits quickly upon it, putting some distance so the nurse can do as needed.
When the nurse is finished, Millie grabs Finn's hand, rubbing soft circles upon the soft skin. "I told you to take care of yourself." She whispers.
Moments pass, and Millie is still drawing the small circles upon his hand. He stirs lightly, before opening his eyes. He turns his head to see Millie, and grins widely.
"Hey." He mumbles, and she jumps. She smiles at him, wrapping her arms around him as soon as he sits up. He squeezes back lightly, as she buries her face in the crook of his neck.
"I told you to take care of yourself, I told you. Finn, you have to take care of yourself too." She rambles, and Finn's eyes flicker to her soft pink lips.
He cuts her off by pressing his lips on hers, cupping her face with his soft hands. She flushes a bright red, her heart soaring. She kisses back with passion.
He pulls away reluctantly, pressing his forehead against hers. "I know, I will." He smiles, licking his lightly chapped lips. She blushes, pecking his lips once more.
"But you're always going to be my number one priority." He grins, and she shyly bites her lip.
***
This sucks bye.
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