Finn Wolfhard Imagines

33 - 3 words, 8 letters

You were having such a soothing dream. One that involved daisies and butterflies and a clear blue sky. Everything was perfect, lying on the tall grass, your hand under your head—

"Y/n!" You were finally brought to reality and you were not happy.

"Y/n!"

"What," you groan into the pillow. It was such a nice dream too.

"What do you feel for me?"

"You know the answer to that Wolfhard."

"I just want to make sure."

"I married you for a reason stupid."

"And what would that reason be?" He questions playfully. He knew exactly why and he just wanted to hear it but you could only internally roll your eyes even though he couldn't see you.

"The exact reason you're thinking."

"You married me because you decided to make pancakes?" Was he really thinking about how much he wants to make pancakes? Really? Seriously?

"Think long and hard, Wolfhard. 3 words, 8 letters. That's the reason I married you. Now get out and make your pancakes, I want to sleep."

He chuckles under his breath and you could feel his footsteps getting further and further away.

"I love you too y/n," he whispers softly but your ears still caught it and you're glad you did and the result of this was a shy smile creeping up onto your face automatically.