Finn Balor Imagines

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Finn and I had different careers, I am a famous artist/author and he is a famous wrestler. We both get along as a married couple, but he never read my books if I didn't ask him. I showed him and he always was giving me advice, he always gives me advice and is always nice to me. I always was the same, I sighed. This whole week wasn't right, I was sick. Finn took me to the arena, that was on the first day of me being sick tho. It wasn't obvious until I actually told him, he was concerned.

I was laying in our bed until I decided to call Finn "Finn!" I yelled. Finn scurried in "Yes?" "What about my books? I haven't updated in 2 days!" "Well-" "I don't want what happened last time to happen again...." I said looking down. Finn walked in the room more "What happened last time?" "I didn't think my books were good... I felt a certain way about my life and stopped writing.... Then 3 months later, I started writing again..." "I can help" he said shyly and leaving the room.

I waited and he soon came back holding my laptop, he sat it down on my lap and sat next to me. Then he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, he smiled at me and kissed my head. I looked at the laptop and logged in, I got to typing and Finn sat there. Finn knew I was't feeling much because my nose hurt for some reason, my throat hurt, and my eyes were always tired. Finn took the laptop and put it on his lap "Tell me what you want me to type" he said smiling at me.

I nodded and the words flew out of my mouth as Finn stared at the screen and typed, his speed was perfect. Once I finished the chapter I thought of, I told Finn I was done. Finn smiled at his work, he read it over and clicked publish. I smiled "Thanks Finn" I said and my nose was stuffed. Finn kissed my forehead "You know me so well" I said happily "and I'm proud of that" he said smiling and leaving.