Hey Can We Have Some Hurt/comfort For Finn Please :)

hey can we have some hurt/comfort for Finn please :)

sure you can. i’ve never wrote about Finn in a hurt/comfort way and there is definitely not enough of them out there. check the tags :)

cw: depression

i combined this with another ask:

Anon: hi, can we get 18. “Can I sit on your lap?” for O’Knutzy

characters by @lumosinlove

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Leo looked up as Finn shuffled into the room, brows furrowing at the sight of his boyfriend in his oversized sweats, bringing a smile to his face, eyes turning soft when he recognised they were his clothes.

“Hey sweetheart,” Leo smiled again when Finn’s eyes caught his, placing his book to the side, page marked. “You alright?”

Finn nodded distracted, hands pawing at the ends of his sweater, shifting on his feet. “I’m good,” he murmured, walking into the kitchen.

Leo’s frown deepened and he looked over his shoulder to where Finn was rummaging through the fridge, sighing and settling on just a drink instead of whatever food he was planning to go for. Leo was sure that there was enough food stacked inside unless the three of them had eaten all of it since yesterday, which they had not.

“You sure?” He tried again, turning his body fully to face him when he traipsed back into the room.

“Yeah,” he answered in between sips, eyes tired and body sagging slightly. “Can...Can I sit on your lap?” He asked quietly and Leo melted, opening his arms for him.

“Of course you can,” all the tension in Finn’s body seemed to drain out of him and he made a beeline for Leo, resting his head in the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply.

Leo carded his hand through his hair, noting the slight wetness to it and trailed it down to the back of his neck, scratching softly before bringing his head out of hiding. Finn’s face was pointed down, hands fiddling with the hem of Leo’s shirt and he reached out, stilling them.

“What’s going on, baby?” Finn shrugged, his eyes sad and Leo searched his face for any sign of what had happened, Finn’s arms moving to loop around his neck, shifting closer to him.

“I don’t know. Bad day,” his answers were short, concerning Leo even more, his talkative boyfriend gone, but he suppressed it, continuing to run his hand up and down his neck and side.

“Okay. Can I do anything?” He softly asked, catching him when he fell back into his arms. Leo didn’t ask what was wrong, Finn didn’t need that right now.

“Can you read to me?” His quiet voice was hidden in Leo’s chest but he heard it loud and clear, reaching over to the table to pick up his discarded book.

“Always. Do you want me to go from where I left off or start again?” He opened to where his bookmark was, keeping his thumb on the first page anyways, glancing down to the man on his chest.

“Wherever you want,” his voice was tired and Leo held back the sad noise that attempted to tear through the back of his throat.

“Okay,” he turned to the start, shifting so he was laying down, pulling Finn on top of him, pressing his head back down when he lifted it up, resting the book on the top of his back.

He started reading softly, the withered pages of their book curling every time they were turned, a crinkling noise the only other sound in the room besides Leo’s whispers and Finn’s slow breathing. He read slowly, allowing the words to wash over Finn, occasionally stopping when his boyfriend shifted. He didn’t read at the pace Finn was used to, having dealt with the effects of that once before, the words reaching him too quickly, echoing too loud in his head, from then on he was careful with the speed he chose and Finn would always tell him if he was going too fast. He knew it was helping when he instead told him to read faster and it wasn’t long before Finn would be talking more and more. That didn’t seem like it would be happening today, Finn keeping quiet.

He reached his bookmarked spot, pausing to reach over and grab the bottle of water on the side, tilting his head down to check on Finn, his expression softening at his sleeping face, his hand curled into his shirt. He put the book down, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over Finn’s shoulders, arms curling around him. He continued to run a hand through his hair, checking the clock on the wall. Logan should be home soon and he really should start on dinner. But he tightened his arms instead, relaxing further into the cushions.

It wasn’t often that Finn had bad days, not this bad anyways. Leo and Logan were often the targets of them, being reduced to quiet grunts and wordless replies. When he did have them though, they were bad. Leo was always worried when Finn became a shell of a person and he was never sure how to handle it properly. The first time he was there for one of Finn’s days, Logan was out with Sirius like he was now and Leo was the only one there when Finn woke up, immediately closed off and quiet. It took a lot of tears from both of them before Logan finally came home, having to calm down both of his boyfriends, settling them into bed before leaving to sort through takeaway menus and ordering them food.

After that Leo always knew what Finn needed and how to calm him and relax him when he had one of his days, even with Logan wasn’t there, which was rare. But he wasn’t today and Finn had been home alone for the majority of it while Leo was at goalie training. He couldn’t help but feel guilty for it. It was late, far too late when he noticed that Finn was feeling down and his bad days had hit and he hated that he had been left alone, stuck inside his head for the day. But he was here now and he could help and if falling asleep with his oldest boyfriend dozing on his chest while they waited for their other lover to return and order food, settling in with them was what Finn needed, then Leo sure as hell was going to give him it.