airplanes ❪ FINN WOLFHARD IMAGINES ❫

( blurb three )

this blurb will accurately express how i feel as of right now minus the love of a boyfriend :') also contains SPOILERS TO INFINITY WAR IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT DON'T READ!! you have been warned...

"hey, y/n," finn told you as you sat down in your seat. you didn't respond, you just put your head down and closed your eyes. finn poked your arm. "are you mad at me, because you didn't answer my good morning text. last time you left me on read, you got mad because i hung up on you in the middle of our facetime call, which, by the way, was not my fault! my phone died!"

"i'm not mad at you," you said, your voice muffled by your arm. "i'm very very very very very very very," you paused to take a breath, "very very sad."

"aww, baby, what happened?" finn asked, stroking your hair in a soothing way. you bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from sobbing in class. you lifted your head to look him in the eye. his facial expression twisted into confusion. he saw the tears in your eyes. "oh my god, babe, what happened?"

"i saw..." you trailed off, unsure if you should continue. "never mind, you're gonna laugh at me."

"hey," he said gently, "i would never laugh at you, if the cause makes you this upset." you sighed.

"i saw infinity war yesterday." you felt like crying again, just thinking about it. "they killed off my beautiful, soft peter parker!" you covered your head once more.

to others, crying over a movie seemed a tad extreme, but finn knew how important marvel was to you; it was one of your biggest fandoms. your wonderful, caring boyfriend got out of his seat and went over to you to give you a proper, tight-hug-reserved-for-y/n-only hug.

"and gamora, and groot, and dr. strange, and t'challa, and bucky! gone, all gone!"

"it'll be ok," he assured you. "they'll come back, or they wouldn't make a part two. if everyone is dead, except for thanos, then it wouldn't be a movie people would go see."

you sniffed, somewhat loudly. "i know, but still. they were like my second family who are fictional and don't know i exist, which is the best kind, 'cause when you tell at them, they don't yell back." you let out a tiny giggle. finn takes that as a good sign, and released you from his grip.

"are you alright now?" he asks you, kissing your forehead.

"hmmm, not really, but whatever," you shrugged. he laughed lightly and hugged you again. "i love you," you told him.

"love you more, n/n." you smiled and pecked his lips.

"thank you for putting up with me and my emotional ass."

"hey, it's my job, it's even in the description." you rolled your eyes, but laughed anyways. "but really, i'm happy doing anything for you, i care about you so much."

"i know, and i care about you a lot, too." you squeezed his hand and the bell rang. "i love you, finnie."

"love you more, y/n."