Finn Wolfhard Imagines

N U M B E R S I X

Title: Antics.

The minute Finn felt your hands on his hair, he knew you were up to something.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?”

“Nothing,” you said, an odd chirpiness to your voice.

"Mhm, totally."

You chuckled slightly, resting your chin on his head and your hands on his shoulders. Finn concentrated back on his game and you continued with your plan.

You grabbed some of his hair and before Finn could stop you, you had wrapped a band around the strands, letting go and giggling at the ponytail in your boyfriend’s hair.

“Baby girl, why?” Finn stood up quickly, going to the closest mirror to try and figure out how to free his locks from the band.

You laughed as he struggled, deciding to help him. You got up off his bed and made your way towards him, easily pulling the band out of his hair. Finn hissed as it slightly pulled on his curls.

“No more ponytails,” Finn said sternly.

You nodded, “okay, no more ponytails.”

Finn smiled slightly, going back to sit down and play his game when he heard you say,

"Now, space buns!"

Finn quickly sprinted out of his bedroom, screaming as you chased him around his family’s house.