Blackness. That's all you saw and the tightness of a fabric across your eyes. One that you put there. All your senses are heightened and you're on alert.
You feel your fingers twitch slightly as you whip around and ditch your throwing knife at whatever was there. You remove the blindfold and see your knife being twirled inbetween his fingers. 'His' as in Finn Wolfhard. A colleague but archenemy.
"Damn, I missed. Better luck next time," you mock, rolling your eyes before removing the fabric wrapped around your neck.
"You throw it at me and I will have your head on a stick," you threaten turning around to see Finn in position, ready to ditch it back at you.
He snorts and leans against the doorframe, "you don't belong here and you know it. You're weak."
"If I'm weak, you're weaker."
"I don't know what Boss sees in you. You have nothing."
"Think whatever you want. I don't care," you swiftly move past him, "oh I'm moving soon so don't worry, we won't ever need to see each other ever again!" you yell for him to hear but you missed the shock written on his face.
He was not gonna to let his love go so easily.
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Finn Wolfhard Imagines
FanfictionJust some cute, tiny imagines on the it//st star. No sexual scenes cause c'mon he's like 10. Requests are open. Enjoy :)
