You are so stupid. Your parents were right. You should've listened. But no, you were soooooo in love you were blinded by reality. And that reality is that he is the spawn of Satan. You hate him so much. What did you expect from him? To change for you?
A knock at your door interrupts your train of thought. You look up from your computer and see your mom at the door.
"Y/n you have a visitor at the door, honey."
"Who is it?"
"Come see for yourself," you push yourself off the bed and walk towards the door, opening it to come face-to-face with Satan 2.0.
"Gee the summoning spell for the taco I shat out last night didn't work at all. Instead they gave me an asshole version of Satan."
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Finn Wolfhard Imagines
FanfictieJust some cute, tiny imagines on the it//st star. No sexual scenes cause c'mon he's like 10. Requests are open. Enjoy :)
