Dani_Trienwood
OliveIsDaddy

I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY. And Dani, if I write Jordan out of character, I will rewrite anything.

(A/N: I also forgot to mention, Finn's faceclaim is now Finn Wolfhard. Thank you for your time.)

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It was a regular, very rainy Saturday night - Finn and Jordan were sitting in Finn's bed at his house in downtown New York, hanging out as per usual. Jordan was gazing out at the scenery outside, his view grazing across the dozens upon dozens of towering buildings and skyscrapers. He snapped back to reality when he felt a mildly cold, yet somewhat comforting pair of hands rest on his shoulder. "We should do something." Finn said, glancing from the murky scenery outside to the brown-haired boy with a rather intent gaze. "Well, we could...watch a movie? I could go make hot chocolate." Jordan said, locking eyes with Finn. Finn gently bit his lip as he paused to think and shrugged. Jordan stood up from the bed, and headed over to a shelf full of books, movies, board games, and other knick knacks. "It's not the best idea to go outside since it's raining, but I'm sure we'll be able to find somethi-" The brunette began to say, before getting cut off by something soft and hitting him in the back. Turning to look at Finn, Jordan cocked an eyebrow - Finn had a section of his dark, wavy hair was in his eyes, and he had a big, slightly dorky grin playing on his lips. Then, it dawned on him - Finn just hit him with a pillow. A dark teal throw pillow, to be specific. "Did you just..?" Jordan said, cocking his eyebrow and smirking slightly. "Mhm." Finn said, nodding and grabbing another throw pillow. Before Finn could throw it, Jordan picked up the one on the floor in front and threw it. It hit Finn's shoulder, and the darked-haired boy grabbed his shoulder. "I've been wounded!" He said in an overdramtic voice, earning a chuckle from Jordan. "You're such a dork." He said with a playful grin. "I'm your favorite dork, fire boy." Finn said, making a smug face. The two boys continued to goof off and have a pillow fight for a while, before Jordan flooped onto Finn's bed. "I'm very tired." The Austrailian said, glancing over at Finn. God, he was in love with him. There was no denying that - it seems like there's always been some kind of connection between them. Finn staggered up from his position in a beanbag chair nestled in the corner, and sleepily laid down on the bed. Jordan cracked a small smile at this sight - Finn's hair was a mess, he looked like he was half asleep, but there was still something about him. "I need some sleep." Finn mumbled, Jordan's arm around the Norwegian boy's shoulder. Jordan nodded. "I'll be here." He replied, draping a blanket over Finn with his free hand. Finn quietly stuttered out a tired "Thank you." and did something Jordan didn't expect at all - he kissed him. It was sweet, and gentle, and he loved every second of it. Finn pulled away after a minute or two, and laid his head on Jordan's chest. After a few minutes, Finn was fast asleep, and soon after, Jordan fell asleep as well, listening to the white noise of the outside and the steady breathing of Finn. It was that da Jordan figured out he loved Finn more than anything.

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uhhhhh this is kinda cringy to me but ay, it's 580 words and i'm very tired. 👍