His light curls. His dark, easeful curls, Y/n adores them. Running her hands through them to help him sleep.
His doe eyes. Eyes that you can see the future in, Y/n gets lost in his eyes.
His splash of freckles. The freckles fit his face perfectly. Y/n would always try to count them when Finn says she would lose count, she still tries anyways.
That smile. She never likes seeing him frown. The joy that radiates off of hix cheerful smile.
Him. He's perfect.
Everything, he's everything. Well at least Y/n thinks so. He's perfect in her eyes.
"Finnie!" Y/n spoke, wrapping her arms around him from behind as he was sitting down. "Baby!" Finn says with a smile. "You're literally perfect." Y/n says. "Shh, you're perfect!" Finn says.
"Shut up just take the fucking compliant." Y/n says.
"A little passive aggressive if I do say so myself." Finn says. "Shut up cutie." Y/n says.
_________________________________________ I don't know what this is but.
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What I do know is that this picture of Malcolm and Finn is adorable.
