You and Finn were best friends since birth because your parents were high school friends. And the one thing you guys mostly bonded over was iconic, cure-my-depression vines.
One night you were on call, something you both did on the daily, but tonight you got a facetime alert from him.
"Why are you face timing me for?"
"For 5 seconds. Come on y/n."
"Fine," you press the green 'accept' button and show only from the eyes upwards, "5 seconds Finn."
He has aimed the camera at the mirror and smiles, "welcome to chili's."
You sigh from embarrassment and place a hand over your eyes, "jesus christ Wolfhard."
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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 :)