#nat ily

okay BET

Gryffindor: @luv-ya-hun @marvel-dameron @badinee

Ravenclaw: @natthemess @mssr-cellophane @cries-about-books 

Hufflepuff: @tinyphantomsalad (this is the hill I will die on my dude) @notaveryinteractiveintrovert @finnpoe-wizard @your-lover-crutchie

Slytherin: @poesflygirl @thelazyhero-ttums @waywaychuck

Haha only since you asked so politely! I'm pretty sure youve read this before, but at this point there isn't much if my writing,you havent read lmao

This is all I have so far for a one shot where Finn is a Nurse and he and Poe are going to Rey and Jess's Wedding :')

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Finn was dead on his feet. His entire body, head to toe, was made of lead. Still, he had a feeling he wouldn't be getting much sleep in, there was too much to do.

Somewhere in the back corners of his fogged up brain Finn registered that he was immensely hungry. Damn. Should've stopped by Wendys on the way home, or maybe grabbed a salad from the hospital cafeteria on the way out, he thought. His stomach growls at the concept. 

He arrived at the door of the apartment he shares with Poe, slipping his key in as quietly as possible. He knew Poe is likely to still be snoring away, snug in their bed, and he didn't want to wake him. However, when Finn walked in, he found that Poe was most definitely awake. 

He stood in the kitchen, apron on, dancing to Vivir Mi Vida while flipping pancakes. He held the spatula like a microphone for a moment, singing.

"Y para qué llorar, pa' qué-" he moved as if he's hip checking someone every other beat where the accents hit in the music, which is almost comically adorable- "Si duele una pena, se olvida," he turned off the burner and sat the pancakes on a plate, turning and seeing Finn standing there. He broke out into a grin, "hey baby!"

Finn only had time for a quiet little chuckle, and then Poe was on him, one hand on Finn's hip and the other joining their fingers together. Although Finn was dead tired, he found himself dancing along.

He knew the basics of salsa, Poe had taught him enough that he didn't feel embarrassed by his boyfriend's dance skills. He moved his hips and feet in time to the music, the weight of a full shift in the ER lifting off his shoulders. He laughed, throwing his head back as Poe made funny faces and bobbed his head around to the music. When the song ended, Poe twirled them around and they collapsed into each other, laughter bubbling up like a fountain. 

"I'm gonna have to show you off tonight at the wedding," Poe murmured. "You've got talent."

Finn shook his head, "you're the real star." He shifted his weight and winced, the toll of his shift coming back to him. 

Poe noticed and began to rub at his hip, "feet or back?" he asked.  

"Feet," Finn answered, shifting his weight again.

Poe nodded, humming softly. "What do you say to breakfast and then a foot rub?" He checked his watch, "and a nap too, if we hurry."

Finn nearly moaned at the prospect of a quick nap before the wedding. "Please, god I would love that." 

Poe kissed his nose and tapped at his side, "alright then, you go get your cute little butt out of those scrubs, I cooked us a feast fit for kings."

Finn changed as fast as he could, pulling on sweats and one of Poe's shirts, then rushing back to the little built in booth behind their kitchen counter. He slid in across from Poe, digging into the array of food before him. 

"Mmm," he shoveled forkfuls of pancakes into his mouth, swallowing quickly. "Babe have I told you how much I love you? Cause it's, like, a lot."

Poe laughed, nudging at Finn's ankle under the table. "You love me, or you love my cooking?" He quirked an eyebrow and Finn paused. 

"Cooking, definitely your cooking." Poe threw his head back laughing at that one, and Finn just smiled. 

They finished their food in record time, shoving the dishes in the sink and the leftovers in the fridge by 9:15. Poe dragged Finn over to the couch by his wrist, pushing him lightly down onto it. Finn felt like he'd died and gone to heaven as Poe kneaded all the aches out of his feet. 

"How was your shift?" Poe asked, ever curious.

Finn melted every damn time Poe asked about his day. For him it wasn't a reflexive question, it wasn't just something he said. Instead it was a true inquiry that would give him a glimpse of what life was like for Finn. Poe actually listened to him, asking little questions and nodding along. He really cared, and that did things to Finn's heart. 

"I hate ER shifts," Finn groaned, "they're tiring as fuck."

"I can imagine," Poe murmured.

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what is your lockscreen?

this black and white picture of oscar isaac lmao

ever been drunk or high?

nope! and honestly, i’m not too keen on drugs/alcohol, not because i think they’re bad or i’m against them tho, i think it’s totally fine if you wanna get wasted or really high for fun or to cope or whatever!! i just have a family history of alcoholism/addiction, and ADHD makes people more susceptible to addiction (im pretty sure i’m addicted to tumblr lmao) so i want to be really careful around those things.