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Finn hears a knock on his trailer door. He stops brewing the coffee he's planning to drink for this morning, checks his hair in the mirror near the door, and opens it.
Noah stands there, in all his glory, hands behind his back.
He fingers him.
Sorry, no.
He finger-waves at Finn, smiling coyly. Finn smiles.
"What's good, super dude?" Finn says.
Noah giggles, shaking his head fondly.
"All fine, DL."
"That's just not funny," Finn deadpans.
They've both seen the tweets, "Mike 'DL' Wheeler,'" "What fumbling a man like Will does to a young DL." etc., etc.
Noah liked them. Finn less so.
"Uhm, come in, come in, I was just making coffee, you want some?"
Noah nods, "We're gonna need it."
Finn pauses, slowly turning towards Noah, "What does that mean?"
The trepidation in his tone makes Noah chuckle into his hand. He takes out his hand still behind his Back, revealing a…
Joint?
"Where'd you get that?"
"Right from the little pockets of The Homosexual Duffer Brother (I don't remember his name, nor do I even know which one he is)."
Finn scoffs, big grin on his face.
"You're Shittin' me."
Noah tosses him the joint. Finn stumbles with it for a second, but catches it. Guys don't handle your joints like this, this is all fiction and so it isn't realistic.
Better yet, don't smoke.
Finn motions to Noah, making a fist and using the thumb to flick the air. Noah reaches into his pocket and throws Finn a lighter.
Finn raises it in cheers, lighting his shit up and putting it to his mouth. He inhales, the rough smoke tendrils dancing down his throat. It comes back up in an exhale, but Finn traps it in his mouth.
"No, Finn, holding it in doesn't do anything!"
He coughs, like a loser, tears welling up. A hand guides him to his own bed in the middle of the trailer (I don't know what trailers look like). He's still Coughing.
For a dreadful second, he thinks he's never going to stop hacking up his left fucking lung, and that he won't be able to breathe anymore, and fucking DIE.
Noah's voice guides him out of the scary thought, omg I used guides twice now in quick succession, kill me. I'm a bad fucking writer, man.
Finn clings onto Noah's forearms, sliding his hand up and down the smooth skin (was about to write hairs but we all know Noah's a twink princess).
Omg wait I'm sorry i wanna talk for a second about the Wolf!Mike Bunny!Will thing on twitter. Am I the only one feeling wrong about it? Like it feels like it's the stereotypical predator thing, "Oh, they're pedophiles and are gonna turn our children gay" type shit. Like idk it just feels not right. Sorry about this rant, I just remembered these thoughts. I love werehare tho do NOT get me wrong.
^^^Omg that last paragraph is so outdated But I stand by it.
Also istg im not trying to copy my first byler high fic this is just what's coming to my mind rn. Anyway, Ezra out! cringy peace sign.
Finn opens his eyes, a blurry vision of an angel blinking in front of his face.
Oh, it's 'cause he's blinking. Right.
The fog clears, and he sees Noah laugh at him, face turning red.
"It's so obvious you're not used to smoking."
How dare he say that? I know he's getting high too fast, especially from a Johnny, but I just wanna write them high, bruh.
So they take a few hits, they're high.
"Bro, you got anything to eat?" Noah asks, scratching at his exposed belly, shirt riding up. Oh, yeah, they're lying on the bed. Finn forgot that part. Hm.
"Uhmmm, I can order? If you want?"
"Fuck yeah."
They order sushi because I really want sushi rn.
"What should we do in the meantime?" Noah says.
"… What?"
"Uhmmmm… Uhhh, Don't remember."
"Oh, yeah-"
"What should we do in the meantime?!" Noah asks again, excited that he remembered.
"Ermmm…" Finn looks at the boringly white ceiling, rubbing his lips together.
"I really want sushi right now."
"We already ordered some."
"Did we?"
Noah pauses from examining his nails, his face blank.
"… Did we?"
Finn checks his phone right as a notification from Wolt goes off, "Yooo, we're gonna be early, bro! Hype!"
Is Wolt a thing in America?? or is it doordash. I'm pretty sure doordash owns wolt or smth like that idfk, my sister works at wolt. grins, pisses all over the place.
"Hype," Finn mumbles.
"Type shit," Noah responds.
And then i fucking kill myself idk
Time skip the sushi came.
Finn and Noah sit on the bed, sweaty as fuck, Finn's shirt is off. They're eating the sushi like BEASTS its fucking disgusting.
"You wanna roleplay as Will and Mike?"
Finn casts a bewildered look, "Like… while we're doing the dirty?"
Finn is childish as fuck everyone point and laugh.
Noah points at him and laughs.
Finn immediately grabs Noah by the nape of the neck (#asmrtrigger) and kisses him. Sloppily. Mmmmm, their spit intermingles and the taste of the joint lingers on their lips. Which is kinda disgusting and Finn is close to pulling away and rubbing his mouth Until his lips are bruised.
But before Finn can pull away (he's been gathering the courage to do it, but social anxiety and all that) Noah straddles him.
Finn immediately starts kneading At Noah's thighs. The skin is so soft under his fingers. My high is going down oh no quick finish this.
They kiss. They makeout. Do they have boners??? idk!!! Again, I am not comfortable writing smut abt real people.
The sushi is somehow not all over the floor, given how passionate the kiss was.
Noah stays on Finn's lap, Finn feeds him Because he's a princess. Omg I totally forgot about the fact that Noah asked to roleplay as their characters Imagine they did that while they were rubbing mons. Their No-No square. Does anyone remember that???
Anyway they can taste all of the ingredients in the sushi yum. I really want sushi now. (I swear I'm not trying to be "Quirky and Silly," sorry for interrupting so much).
Anyway, Noah is on Finn's lap. It's not sexual in any way, the mood has changed. In fact, it's kind of… nice? Finn hasn't felt like this before. He wants to cherish this moment forever, Graved into his memory. He's so happy to be here.
Night falls. The cheery birds fall asleep. Finn and Noah are cuddling in the bed. It was a good day. Finn loves getting high with Noah. And the sushi was amazing.
The last thing they smell is weed. It's filling the room, it's stuck to their clothes. They didn't change clothes they just fell asleep they're gross and smelly.
They dream of each other. Not in a Naughty way, it's totally wholesome and fluff. Their heart beats Slow.
Slower.
Slower still.
And they die.