[ his eyes light up at the thought of getting to "keep finn company," like a small child with no emotional control. not that it's incredibly visible, given the way poe is still awkwardly plastered on top of him. ]
[ poe dameron is a gambler at heart. he'll play his odds. he believes in the heart of the cards. ]
Frankly, I don't know if you can handle getting settled right now.
[ finn is down to clown broadly speaking. he knows poe to be a person who is usually down to clown when they have time to kill that isn't full of near-death or immediately after a person dies. the post-bang cuddles would be legit.
it's about... the drunkenness percentage. finn has a litmus test on when poe pops but the fun does stop. or he has a weird multiversal reverb of that time in zhautas when poe gave him a bj and then immediately upchucked flower petals. ]
Come on. Let's get up.
[ PAT PAT. his best patting. only the good shit for poe. ]
[ poe is possibly too drunk to accomplish anything in pleasure town anyway, especially when he's protesting with ]
But I'm a scoundrel! [ laughter... ] You can take me to a farm... with fruit...
[ ask him what that means later, there is a 100% chance he'll have no idea. maybe he was thinking about "settling down" on a farm? with fruit? maybe this is a creative date idea?
nobody will ever know because his next decisive action is to pull himself up all the way....... to lick finn's face. his cheek. the intent to makeout was there in that action. ]
[ now THIS is mr. toad's wild ride. finn was gonna just stick to laughing at poe, in the way that a person laughs when they weren't expecting to hear something funny. like a regular person. a farm with fruit...
your brackets preempted the "what the fuck does that even MEAN" and that's worthy of great respect.
anyway then poe licks him on the face and finn experiences the cataclysm of humor vs deep personal offense. poe really is a scoundrel. what does he do with that? he doesn't know. this is the worst romance novel ever. bless the intent. part of finn is still like wtf is this because he was thinking about fruit why is the drunk brain a labyrinth. ]
-- don't lick me.
[ in this specific context.
ykw he's going for it. hell or high water, finn will stand again. if the sober one is standing the drunk one has 50% more chance of also ending up standing, even if he has to be de-throned from his finn in the process. ]
[ he is suddenly not crushing finn with his love. he slides off finn like that slime the kids make out of glue and whatever these days, but he then immediately finds the strength to use finn to pull himself up. he's doing it kids. finn will stand again and poe will be upright long enough to make it to a bed. ]
I was trying to kiss you.
[ just to clarify. he didn't lick finn because he thought he was a fruit. (he already forgot the "farm with fruit.") ]
[ peak disaster. but finn is proud of poe for standing up with him. it makes this a lot easier. poe really is good like that.
he feels like if he tried to herd drunk rey around, she might be more tempted to hit him with a big stick. it's much nicer to just try to sling one of poe's arms over his shoulders to be an appropriately helpful bf on this perilous journey to the bed zone.
there goes most of the offense. like butter on a hot surface, it kinda melts down. ]
Well, you missed. You don't usually miss. In case you were wondering.
[ he's so confident he's UNSTOPPABLE. in his own mind. you have to admire the determination. even while clinging to finn and smelling like some kind of corellian brandy. ]
[ both fresh and bold in flavor. poe is the coffee of people. ]
Maybe once we get back to your room.
[ he'll put poe to bed and kiss him goodnight and stuff. he's a slut for affection. even stinky drunk baby affection.
finn begins his true calling as a hallway navigator. it is, safe to say, not at all a graceful hobble they're achieving. like on the scale from sitting on the ground with poe draped all over him and pacific rim drift operation, i'd call it an unpracticed three-legged race. look on, and fear the mighty resistance. ]
[ you can tell he's seriously considering taking a chance again, before they make it back to the room. well, probably. there's also the possibility that he's just staring at finn like a fool without thinking of kissing him, but it seems unlikely.
which is also to say that he's not the most helpful participant in this race. ]
[ staring and thinking about kissing someone are like 2 peas holding hands in a pod. finn might do the same thing if the shoe was on the other foot. ]
I thought it sounded like a better idea than taking you to Leia's room. All things considered.
[ leia would maybe think it was funny? he's not sure. what he knows is she's In Charge and therefore he's inclined not to risk crossing her. she can survive being spaced, it's wild. ]
[ his one little braincell is trying to keep him from sticking his mouth all over finn's face again. he just has to wait five seconds for bedroom time — which seems impossible. mentioning leia seems to knock something into him. panic??? a very low-key and tired panic.
(she would probably just think it's funny, because he's her fake son and nepotism is real.) ]
[ even sloppy face-licking poe is a treasure. this is what finn is learning. there's just something about him. he's also baseline proud of poe for sparking that much situational awareness to life in his heart.
finn is easy to endear, he doesn't see a problem with it. ]
Don't worry. I won't sell you out. [ if he caught poe dameron with his hand in the cookie jar he'd break the cookie jar to hide the evidence. he's pretty sure poe will never do anything truly bad. source: his opinion. ] We're just about there. Thanks for making it easy.
[ well. as easy as drunk leech escorting can be. finn is positive of where 4 things are in this base: where the big meetings happen, where he sleeps, where poe sleeps, and where rey sleeps. max efficiency. ]
[ this is an outlier, until next week when something on par with it happens again.
finn will be k.o.-ed by soft gay things like that for years to come. this isn't an exception. even if poe is wasted and a recent street sweeper jacker. ]
I do what I can.
[ this is the right door? this is the right door. finn is putting in all the work he can to plop poe down onto that there bunk without like. smacking his head on anything. ]
Come on. [ graceful? gentle? fast? perhaps not. careful-ish, though. ] I'll get your boots off for you, too.
[ don't worry, any second now he might throw up on him and negate the soft romance of "you make everything easy."
he wants to protest that he belongs on THE TOP BUNK because he wants to BE TALL but the movement from standing to the bunk made him feel like jello being shaken so. maybe the bottom is where he belongs tonight. ]
Wow. 's like I'm royalty.
[ look out leia adopted him for real. or not. either way, he dramatically sticks his tall-booted leggy out real far. ]
[ finn had all of his eggs in the "if i dump poe onto the bottom bunk an object at rest will stay at rest" basket, frankly. he was really banking on it. it's a big relief to get the payoff.
this does not stop him from snorting while he starts wrangling poe's footwear. ]
Don't get too used to it.
[ he'd probably acts of service this lifestyle anytime. gotta be chill about that, though. ]
[ he's helpful to the process, in as much as not wriggling around like a toddler can be helpful. laying down in a bed has him like "ooo maybe i am tired, tho." it was an action-packed night of attempted street sweeper hijacking and homosexuality. ]
Is this how you're going to settle me?
[ this thirsty fool. imagine "settling" becoming a weird inside joke between the two of them from now on. ]
[ not being actively unhelpful is the best brand of helpful in this situation. it means finn can make pretty quick work and move on to the other leggy. ]
Why, is it working?
[ they would have a weird inside joke like this. finn can't believe poe has been a domesticity ho all this time. ]
[ true facts: at his soft center, poe dameron is indeed a domesticity ho. there's just never enough time to play house in the middle of an explosive war. "settle [him]" indeed. ]
[ his own special brand of... poemesticity. finn unceremoniously plonks those boots on the floor. he might put them in a more official boot spot in the morning. ]
I can if you want. You know I like the company.
[ sometimes squeezing into a tiny resistance base bunk with poe is something that can be, so personal. this is what finn "full body affection" star wars was made for. ]
[ this is unfair and finn will turn him over to the police immediately. he never gets used to this. not in the angsty brood over it way, just the... regular way. the equally soft and gay lucky-feeling way. something like that.
he gives in to the grabby hands and squishes himself into the bunk with poe like any right-minded hot and emotional boy.
he remembers telling rey she looked at him like no one ever had. he could say the exact same thing to poe. because they're both the most important people in the galaxy, but in different ways, and they both really do have ways of looking at him that he never finds the words for. (except for maybe "thank you," but he'd have to say it at least a million times, and what would that do to their conversation habits.)
that's a nice thing to have all the time. especially with poe. the warmth and the trust and the dumb grabby hands. someone who knows what he came from and still says this kind of thing.
someone who makes him feel like there was an open space next to them that finn fell into step with almost immediately. like all the sharp hurt that came with never fitting right in the first order, even when he desperately wanted to, was because the spaces for him specifically were waiting out in the galaxy somewhere. next to a man who gets drunk and steals street sweepers.
he doesn't know if he goes in for that big picture destiny stuff, really. but it's a nice thought to have. ]
[ that's a half-asleep mumble at this point. he's laying down, he's going to rest. he has a body pillow that's actually finn's body and he's going to latch onto it like a starfish on a rock. pulling him in with his arms and hitching a leg over him. it's very romantic: fact.
there's a simple fact hidden behind the obvious thirst — he has nightmares he should go get an eval about, but there's finn to keep him safe. (but then, he'd trust finn with his life. he already has at least once and there are no regrets to be found.) ]
You're a good.
[ he reiterates like he's going to add more to the original idea, but it turns out finn is just ... a good. he's a good. a good what??? we'll never know. some thoughtful half asleep bedtime words. ]
[ now this is the cuddling brand he's talking about. a full body commitment. being a personal body pillow at bedtime.
how quickly finn can and will forget all about the drunk hijacking tbh. poe's always pretty tactile, but it doesn't make it less good, and it doesn't make "you're a good" less... cute? cute is probably the word. ]
Good night, Poe.
[ preemptive f to pay respects to the hangover probably smushing its face against the window, waiting for its chance. ]
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You gonna try that settling thing out?
[ still trying s-so hard to quench that thirst. ]
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Frankly, I don't know if you can handle getting settled right now.
[ finn is down to clown broadly speaking. he knows poe to be a person who is usually down to clown when they have time to kill that isn't full of near-death or immediately after a person dies. the post-bang cuddles would be legit.
it's about... the drunkenness percentage. finn has a litmus test on when poe pops but the fun does stop. or he has a weird multiversal reverb of that time in zhautas when poe gave him a bj and then immediately upchucked flower petals. ]
Come on. Let's get up.
[ PAT PAT. his best patting. only the good shit for poe. ]
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But I'm a scoundrel! [ laughter... ] You can take me to a farm... with fruit...
[ ask him what that means later, there is a 100% chance he'll have no idea. maybe he was thinking about "settling down" on a farm? with fruit? maybe this is a creative date idea?
nobody will ever know because his next decisive action is to pull himself up all the way....... to lick finn's face. his cheek. the intent to makeout was there in that action. ]
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your brackets preempted the "what the fuck does that even MEAN" and that's worthy of great respect.
anyway then poe licks him on the face and finn experiences the cataclysm of humor vs deep personal offense. poe really is a scoundrel. what does he do with that? he doesn't know. this is the worst romance novel ever. bless the intent. part of finn is still like wtf is this because he was thinking about fruit why is the drunk brain a labyrinth. ]
-- don't lick me.
[ in this specific context.
ykw he's going for it. hell or high water, finn will stand again. if the sober one is standing the drunk one has 50% more chance of also ending up standing, even if he has to be de-throned from his finn in the process. ]
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[ he is suddenly not crushing finn
with his love.he slides off finn like that slime the kids make out of glue and whatever these days, but he then immediately finds the strength to use finn to pull himself up. he's doing it kids. finn will stand again and poe will be upright long enough to make it to a bed. ]I was trying to kiss you.
[ just to clarify. he didn't lick finn because he thought he was a fruit. (he already forgot the "farm with fruit.") ]
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he feels like if he tried to herd drunk rey around, she might be more tempted to hit him with a big stick. it's much nicer to just try to sling one of poe's arms over his shoulders to be an appropriately helpful bf on this perilous journey to the bed zone.
there goes most of the offense. like butter on a hot surface, it kinda melts down. ]
Well, you missed. You don't usually miss. In case you were wondering.
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[ he's so confident he's UNSTOPPABLE. in his own mind. you have to admire the determination. even while clinging to finn and smelling like some kind of corellian brandy. ]
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Maybe once we get back to your room.
[ he'll put poe to bed and kiss him goodnight and stuff. he's a slut for affection. even stinky drunk baby affection.
finn begins his true calling as a hallway navigator. it is, safe to say, not at all a graceful hobble they're achieving. like on the scale from sitting on the ground with poe draped all over him and pacific rim drift operation, i'd call it an unpracticed three-legged race. look on, and fear the mighty resistance. ]
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which is also to say that he's not the most helpful participant in this race. ]
Mmm, my room, huh?
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I thought it sounded like a better idea than taking you to Leia's room. All things considered.
[ leia would maybe think it was funny? he's not sure. what he knows is she's In Charge and therefore he's inclined not to risk crossing her. she can survive being spaced, it's wild. ]
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(she would probably just think it's funny, because he's her fake son and nepotism is real.) ]
Nooo, no, no. Not Leia's room. Noooo....
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finn is easy to endear, he doesn't see a problem with it. ]
Don't worry. I won't sell you out. [ if he caught poe dameron with his hand in the cookie jar he'd break the cookie jar to hide the evidence. he's pretty sure poe will never do anything truly bad. source: his opinion. ] We're just about there. Thanks for making it easy.
[ well. as easy as drunk leech escorting can be. finn is positive of where 4 things are in this base: where the big meetings happen, where he sleeps, where poe sleeps, and where rey sleeps. max efficiency. ]
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poe, a couple hours ago: LOOK OUT BOYS IMMA TAKE THIS STREET SWEEPER OUT FOR A RIDE
it's fine. it was for a noble cause. the street... was dirty?
at this point in their venture, poe keeps leeching on but also mutters, in a soft gay way, ]
You make everything easy.
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finn will be k.o.-ed by soft gay things like that for years to come. this isn't an exception. even if poe is wasted and a recent street sweeper jacker. ]
I do what I can.
[ this is the right door? this is the right door. finn is putting in all the work he can to plop poe down onto that there bunk without like. smacking his head on anything. ]
Come on. [ graceful? gentle? fast? perhaps not. careful-ish, though. ] I'll get your boots off for you, too.
[ truly the lap of luxury. ]
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he wants to protest that he belongs on THE TOP BUNK because he wants to BE TALL but the movement from standing to the bunk made him feel like jello being shaken so. maybe the bottom is where he belongs tonight. ]
Wow. 's like I'm royalty.
[ look out leia adopted him for real. or not. either way, he dramatically sticks his tall-booted leggy out real far. ]
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this does not stop him from snorting while he starts wrangling poe's footwear. ]
Don't get too used to it.
[ he'd probably acts of service this lifestyle anytime. gotta be chill about that, though. ]
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Is this how you're going to settle me?
[ this thirsty fool. imagine "settling" becoming a weird inside joke between the two of them from now on. ]
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Why, is it working?
[ they would have a weird inside joke like this. finn can't believe poe has been a domesticity ho all this time. ]
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Mm, it might be. Are you gonna sleep here, too?
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I can if you want. You know I like the company.
[ sometimes squeezing into a tiny resistance base bunk with poe is something that can be, so personal. this is what finn "full body affection" star wars was made for. ]
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I'm safe with you.
[ look sometimes you have an inexplicable bond with the person who saved your life. especially if that person is a hot boy and you're a thirsty gay. ]
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he gives in to the grabby hands and squishes himself into the bunk with poe like any right-minded hot and emotional boy.
he remembers telling rey she looked at him like no one ever had. he could say the exact same thing to poe. because they're both the most important people in the galaxy, but in different ways, and they both really do have ways of looking at him that he never finds the words for. (except for maybe "thank you," but he'd have to say it at least a million times, and what would that do to their conversation habits.)
that's a nice thing to have all the time. especially with poe. the warmth and the trust and the dumb grabby hands. someone who knows what he came from and still says this kind of thing.
someone who makes him feel like there was an open space next to them that finn fell into step with almost immediately. like all the sharp hurt that came with never fitting right in the first order, even when he desperately wanted to, was because the spaces for him specifically were waiting out in the galaxy somewhere. next to a man who gets drunk and steals street sweepers.
he doesn't know if he goes in for that big picture destiny stuff, really. but it's a nice thought to have. ]
I'll always try to keep it that way.
[ he loves him so much. it's awful. ]
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[ that's a half-asleep mumble at this point. he's laying down, he's going to rest. he has a body pillow that's actually finn's body and he's going to latch onto it like a starfish on a rock. pulling him in with his arms and hitching a leg over him. it's very romantic: fact.
there's a simple fact hidden behind the obvious thirst — he has nightmares he should go get an eval about, but there's finn to keep him safe. (but then, he'd trust finn with his life. he already has at least once and there are no regrets to be found.) ]
You're a good.
[ he reiterates like he's going to add more to the original idea, but it turns out finn is just ... a good. he's a good. a good what??? we'll never know. some thoughtful half asleep bedtime words. ]
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how quickly finn can and will forget all about the drunk hijacking tbh. poe's always pretty tactile, but it doesn't make it less good, and it doesn't make "you're a good" less... cute? cute is probably the word. ]
Good night, Poe.
[ preemptive f to pay respects to the hangover probably smushing its face against the window, waiting for its chance. ]