[ 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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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. ]