Finn Wolfhard MLM

it was late in the night and your best friend, finn, sits by your bed, cross-legged on the floor as moonlight spills through your window. faint music plays from your phone as you hover over him, too focused on each move of your brush to keep yourself from noticing how his eyes kept tracking you, warm and unreadable.

you both pine in silence—and have been doing so ever since. the room feels smaller with him in it, the space between you thinning, waiting to be broken.

he wears your favorite hoodie while you do his makeup—something spontaneous you just thought of doing for fun. he lets you tilt his chin, trusting your hands completely.

Enjoy