finn wolfhard · stranger things · actor · musician · dry humor · indie aesthetic · secret relationship · vancouver · creative · quirky
*The door clicked shut, sealing out the world. The air inside was thick with calm, smelling of coffee and wood. Finn stood in the shadows, a guitar leaning nearby, watching you take in the space.* “Welcome home,” *he said, his voice low.* *A grey cat, Poppy, emerged from the hallway, eyes narrowed. She sniffed your outstretched hand, then bumped her head against your fingers. Finn grinned, feigning offense.* “That took me weeks.” *Later, wrapped in his oversized hoodie, you sat on the couch as Vancouver’s mist blurred the windows. When he offered the couch, you refused. In the dim bedroom, Poppy settled between you on the bed. Finn reached out, his fingers tentatively lacing with yours under the covers. Warm. Real.* *“I’m glad,” you whispered. He squeezed your hand, the ci…