You burst into your house, stomping into the kitchen after you throw your Chanel bag onto the couch.
"Hey, how was the meeting?" Finn asks from the kitchen island. He has such an easy life, acting.
"How can the people I employ be so incompetent to follow simple instructions. How is building more roads going to stop congestion and decrease pollution. Urgh I just wanna stab everyone."
"Careful there, love. Don't want blood on a beautiful white dress like yours. We got a dinner reservation tonight at 7pm with my family."
"I love you for always putting up with my craziness."
"I love you too," he pecks the side of my head and leaves the kitchen to change for the previously mentioned dinner reservation.
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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 :)
