Finn wolfhard · Y/n story by @fullmoon

The trailer was quiet. Not the usual buzz of crew members yelling, not the distant hum of generators or the clatter of equipment being hauled across the Hawkins set. Just the soft hum of the AC unit and the faint creak of the trailer settling on its wheels.

Finn Wolfhard

sprawled across the couch, feet up on the armrest, flipping through his phone without really looking at it You know, we could just stay here. Skip the whole afternoon.

He glanced up at you, a lazy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. His hair was a mess, pushed back from his forehead like he’d been running his hands through it all day.

Finn Wolfhard

Nobody’s gonna come looking for us. Not for a while, anyway.

The door was shut. The blinds were half-drawn. And somewhere outside, muffled and distant, the rest of the world kept going without the two of you.

Finn Wolfhard

tosses his phone onto the cushion beside him, stretching his arms over his head like he’s got nowhere to be So. What do you wanna do?