"Hey Y/N. Toilet's clogged ... again. Goodluck," Finn says as he walks from the bathroom, behind me and into the bedroom.
I sigh heavily, "I hate him."
"Would you like to remind me how you got married to Finn and suddenly moved in together? You absolutely hate him," my best friend asks on one of her many weekly visits.
"Oh trust me, I do. It was a dare and you of all people know I do not lose to the likes of a dare."
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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 :)
