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THIRST TWEETS MEME. “that’s how i feel when you never write me back.”

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  “ oh my god, ” finn groans, dramatically throwing himself down on the couch. “ i told you, i didn’t mean to leave you on read. ” his voice is a little muffled because he’s got his face buried in the cushions. he’d updated his snap story about half an hour ago and rey was blowing up his phone, all because he’d forgotten to text her when he woke up that morning. he’d absently shown his phone to poe, complaining without any real heart, but that’d blown up on him as well. just because he hadn’t responded to poe’s selfie with eighty-seven heart eye emojis. once. a month ago. poe liked to bring it up whenever possible, teasingly, because finn got worked up and flustered. 

  “ i think it’s kind of dumb that i even really have to text you back. i mean, like, we live together. i sleep next to you every night, and i wake up with your hand on my ass every morning. ” finn’s sat up at this point, is pouting at poe. he’s also whining, just a little bit, but whatever. it’s fun to just rant for a while, because it almost always ends in making poe laugh, which usually diverges into them making out for a while, which is always good. “ i mean, c’mon, i had your dick in my mouth just last night but you’re complaining about me not texting you back once? poe, you gotta get your priorities straightened. ” 

       poe easily picks up finn’s legs from one end of the couch before he sits down and lets them rest in his lap, his hand patting the back of finn’s shins. he’s very aware that he has a shit-eating grin on his face, but he can’t help it whatsoever. his head dips with each sentence, agreeing with each one even when his boyfriends sits up and full on pouts. he’s not fighting the facts, but the last bit does pull a laugh out of him, and the next moment he’s leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his boyfriend’s mouth. one hand slips easily behind the back of finn’s neck, stroking the skin there as his lips travel to the edge of his jaw, peppering a trail of kisses up to his ear. 

        “ oh, i do, but it’s nice to think my boyfriend’s thinking about me throughout the day. ” his teeth grazes the edge of finn’s ear. “ but i’ll accept last night’s gift as recompense. ” abruptly he stops and pulls back, meeting finn’s line of sight head on, his features slipping into a picture of pure earnestness and sincerity, even if he can’t help the twitch of his lips. 

            a deep breath follows his next statement, his hands shifting to clutch finn’s shoulders.  “ babe. i would let you leave me on read anytime and still text you back like nothing happened. ”

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       his chuckle is warm and low, husky from the couple drinks he’s had. the noise of the cantina would’ve swallowed it among its chatter, but they’re sitting close enough and right on the edge of the main center that it hangs briefly in the air between them. when he slides the drink he’s been nursing for the last fifteen minutes across the table, his fingers ghost briefly against the back of illya’s hand before pulling away. 

       “ it’s all yours. ” there’s a content heat spreading across his chest —a mix of alcohol and otherwise— and his eyes hold the other man’s for a breath before it darts back out to the main floor. he knows where his limits lie, and he cuts himself off before he starts being unable to see straight.  

       two missions in, and poe still hasn’t quite figured him out. it had been interesting enough trying to get him to join him for a drink tonight, but he’s the one being particularly loquacious. he doesn’t feel awkward, he rarely does, it’s simply natural for him to attempt a few conversation starters to see which one stuck. his gaze slips back, eyes a little hooded but still focused, and he leans over, curious. 

HE WAKES ALONE.      he wakes cold and enclosed and alone.      a jet of agony down his spine makes molars   g r i n d   together, friction brakes struggling to bring an x-wing careening out of control BACK IN LINE.        obey,       mind commands sharp and unrelenting as those who trained him, who bred him, who BIRTHED him.      obey!          it echos and throat collapses upon the scream of torment threatening to spill free. the soldier snaps to attention and sits up, head   s l a m m i n g   against clear linoleum  TOMB  they buried him in. 

medbay is evacuated, and he stands alone, stripped of all but tubes running life-saving BACTA along   t a t t e r e d   and singed flesh.         his body is wailing in time with the alarm, but pain is something  FAMILIAR,   something easy to grab tight and shove down.      his knees falter from extended disuse, but legs trained to march until FAMINE stilled them eternal move him further into base, chasing the rising terror and muffled bark of commands.   that too, is familiar, even if the grimy walls are nothing like the pristine white of first order base and the air is heady with ASH and the metallic tang of spaceships rather than sterile recirculate. 

        people pause in their frenzy,           pause and stare a moment at the broken remains of a soldier  marching  his way further into base, further into the heart of the BATTLE.              find the ships,        mind commands and body obeys,     the dull thump of feet against the ground in time with the steady mantra of     run ! run ! run ! run !         this place is unfamiliar.    he woke alone. this place is unfamiliar and he is  ALONE    and all he can do is run ! run ! RUN !           (       until he cannot run any more      )

       ❛       finn ! ❜        someone shouts behind him and mantra STOPS because that is    FAMILIAR.     not the name    (    NEVER the name, as foreign to the soldier as this base and these  p e o p l e    )     but the   voice.       fn-2187  finn turns.      blinks.        poe       mind whispers, and body yields to unspoken command and goes. 

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          “ finn! ” he calls, as stumbling, anxious and eager feet lift him out of his x-wing, dropping him the short distance to the ground, where he springs up and chases after the figure in in the hallway.  his gaze drops to the leaking tubes and he attempts to stem the flow of liquids currently spilling in all directions. a warm smile cracks his features, soothing some of the tension in his brow, though the worry remains in his eyes. 

          “ you’re awake. ” he nearly smacks himself in the face at the obvious statement, but given the battle and the swift evacuation from jakku and the first order breathing down their necks, he hasn’t had a chance to check up on him beyond the first night.  the run on the dreadnought has adrenaline spilling through his veins, and he sucks in a few deep breaths to attempt to ease himself out the intensity of battle; to focus on finn, focus on now.   

         “ you must have so many questions. things have been —— ” a short pause, his mouth chewing over the next words. “  — moving faster than expected. ” he’d apologize for not being there, but war hadn’t allowed for much respite, always moving from one thing to the next, faster and faster, that all he can do is attempt to stay one step ahead. the best he can do now is to look out for finn, get him set up with some fresh clothes and let him figure out what he’d like to do.

        his fingers hover over the machinery, unsure if he should stop the tubes or where to properly proceed as liquid drips down to the floor of the ship and onto his flight boots, but he doesn’t move away. “ how are you feeling? that was quite the injury you got, buddy. i don’t know if you should be standing up right now. ”