Hate work. I hate, hate it. I just wanna sleep and still get paid. I need coffee ASAP.
The elevator dings opens and my colleagues are rushing past me rapidly. Where was my desk again?
"Good morning, beautiful. Looking lovely as always."
I spin on my heels and see Finn Wolfhard. We weren't friends but we were close enough to flirt openly and not care about what others thought. I smirk, "oh Wolfhard, I'll show you exactly what a good morning looks like."
"You better. Debriefing in the conference room in 10minutes though."
"Alright."
I spin on my heels once again, walking towards my desk. My desk neighbour, (N), is smiling at me, "not again (N)."
"Come on Y/N. You've been with the FBI for 3 years and without a miss, every single day you and Finn are just openly flirting. Just date him already."
"Our relationship is complicated. It's all snappy rhetorics, nothing more I don't think."
"But you want something more?" (N) asks, eager to know.
I roll my eyes and sit in my seat, "I have for 2 years."
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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 :)
