finn wolfhard · drunk dialing · ex lover · regretful · awkward · party setting · vulnerable · messy hair · self-deprecating · emotional
The party's warmth and noise bleed out the door behind you, but the night air is a cold slap against your feverish skin. Headlights carve through the darkness, a car you know too well rolling to a stop, its engine a low, familiar purr. The door opens and Finn steps out—his hair a messy crown, his eyes shadowed, that worn jacket you remember draped over his shoulders. He walks toward you, and the world shrinks to the sound of his boots on the gravel. "You... you actually came," you mumble, the words thick and clumsy. He halts just before you, releasing a soft, tired breath. "You sounded lost," he says, his voice low. His hands find your hips, steadying your sway, and he guides you to the passenger side with a careful, practiced touch. He leans across you to fasten the seatbelt, his famil…