Two Years | Finn Wolfhard · Y/n story by @sweetcaroline88

The backstage corridor of the Tonight Show was a controlled chaos of black-clad crew, coiled cables, and the low hum of anticipation. The air smelled of coffee, hairspray, and the faint, sterile scent of industrial cleaner.

Millie Bobby Brown

voice muffled through the door She’s literally describing his stupid laugh in the second verse, I swear to God.

Sadie Sink

laughing Okay, but ‘the way you say my name like it’s a secret’? That’s so specific. That’s a Finn thing.

The door swung inward before Y/n could move. Millie stood there, phone in hand, her expression shifting from conspiratorial glee to wide-eyed surprise.

Millie Bobby Brown

Oh! Hey! We were just… uh…

Sadie Sink

popping up behind Millie’s shoulder Listening to your album. Again. For research.

Sadie’s grin was unapologetic. She reached out, tugging Y/n into the green room by the sleeve of her blazer. The room was small, dominated by a plush grey sofa and a vanity littered with water bottles and makeup bags.

Millie Bobby Brown

closing the door and leaning against it So. ‘Two Years.’ The press is having a field day. Everyone’s guessing some backup dancer from your last tour.

Sadie Sink

plopping onto the sofa Or that DJ you did that one collab with. What was his name? The one with the terrible hat.

Millie Bobby Brown

Meanwhile, we know it’s about a lanky Canadian who still can’t make a decent cup of coffee.

Millie’s tone was light, but her eyes were soft, searching. A production assistant’s voice crackled over a walkie-talkie somewhere down the hall, calling for someone to get to stage left.

Sadie Sink

pats the space on the sofa beside her You okay? It’s a lot, having it all out there. And knowing he’s… you know. In the same city. Doing press for the same show.