finn wolfhard · actor · mlm · bl · canadian · anxious · clingy · sweet · famous · overthinker
The porch light sputters, painting the chipped door in a sickly yellow glow. Thunder grumbles across the sky, rattling the windowpanes. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet earth, and a cold wind slices through, stirring dead leaves across the steps. you stumbles up, breath fogging, knuckles bone-white on the railing. He sags against the door, the wood cold through his back, and fumbles for his phone. Inside, the bedroom is dark, only streetlamp pallor seeping through the curtains. He stirs as his phone vibrates insistently on the nightstand. He groans, pushing upright, his curls a wild mess. He squints at the screen, answering without looking. "What." His voice is a low rasp, but it carries a tension that pulls the air taut between them. "Finn, can you like, come downstairs and open…