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galaxysgal · 4 years

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A Love That's So Demanding

Rating: General

Pairing: Finnpoe

Tags: Fluff, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Established Relationship, Singing, Cuddling and Snuggling, Studying, Poe is emo, and Finn is precious, title from an MCR song, Cuties

Summary: "Have you seen my red flannel?" He continues singing, a little softer now. "So many bright lights that cast a shadow, But can I speak, Well is it hard understanding, I'm incomplete."

"God you're so emo," Finn murmurs to himself.

"What was that?"

Aka: a short little one shot in the college roomates au in which Poe is emo and Finn is his ray of sunshine boyfriend :) complete with Finn studying like the good student he is, and Poe being cute and annoying while still respecting Finn's boundaries

For @natthemess and @tinyphantomsalad :D

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Poe is shuffling through his dresser and singing softly, something that Finn vaguely recognizes. He thinks it might be My Chemical Romance but he's not entirely sure.

"And I know," he slaps his hands twice on the dresser along with the words, "there's nothing I can say, To change that part, To change that part, To change-" he sings the guitar part as he pulls his dresser away from the wall, making Finn roll his eyes.

"Babe, can you please stop?" he asks softly, giving Poe a look.

Poe continues humming for a moment at the same volume, if not ever so slightly louder, then stops. "Have you seen my red flannel?" He continues singing, a little softer now. "So many bright lights that cast a shadow, But can I speak, Well is it hard understanding, I'm incomplete."

"God you're so emo," Finn murmurs to himself.

"What was that?" Poe pops up from where he's climbed behind his dresser, presumably searching for his flannel. Finn knows exactly where the flannel is, but he's not going to tell Poe that because Poe's being an annoying little shit today, and Finn is working on the art of being petty.

The flannel is buried in Finn's backpack. He would never admit it, but he takes it with him to his least favorite classes. He likes to rub the soft fabric of the collar, to breathe in its smell.

"Nothing," Finn says sweetly, eyes never straying from his textbook. From the corner of his eye he can see Poe clamber back over his dresser. He pads over to Finn, grumpy and indignant.

"A life thats so demanding, I get so weak," Poe leans down to kiss the back of Finn's neck, muffling the words against his skin, "A love thats so demanding-"

"You're damn right its demanding-"

"I cant speak," he grins against Finn's neck. "Kiss me."

"In a minute," Finn tries to brush him off but Poe is stuck to him. "Babe I'm in the middle of something."

"But I miss you," Poe complained.

Poe won't get off him, and as much as Finn loves him, his skin is starting to crawl. "Not right now, I'm trying to concentrate." He can't say it out loud right now, that he's being overstimulated, but he reaches up and taps a rhythm onto Poe's wrist. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. It's their code, put in place for when Finn needs some alone time, but doesn't have the strength to say it.

"Oh," Poe breathes, retreating from his position draped over Finn. "Okay baby," he murmurs. "I'm gonna watch some TV, want me to use headphones?"

"Please," Finn says, giving Poe a tired smile.

Poe smiles in return, settling down on his bed. "I'll be here when you're ready."

*****

After about two hours of taxing work for his pre med classes, Finn is finally finished. He closes his textbook and stands, stretching out. He ambles over to Poe, sluggish and dazed, rubbing his eyes. He tumbles into Poe's lap, nuzzling his neck.

"Hey," Poe murmurs, taking out his ear buds and rubbing Finn's back.

Finn hums, "whatcha watching?"

"Supernatural."

"Ooh!" Finn perks up, looking at Poe. "Can we watch it together?"

"Of course baby," Poe kisses him sweetly, then nudges him to flip over. "What episode were you on?"

Finn leans back against Poe's chest, settling in between his legs. He closes his eyes, thinking hard. It has been forever since they got a chance to sit down and watch the show together. "Um, I think we just watched the one where the lady sheriff's husband and son tried to like, eat her or something?"

"Oh yeah," Poe snaps his fingers and navigates around Netflix on his laptop. "That's one of my favorite episodes," he says.

"Dude, why that one? Its so… traumatic."

Poe shrugs, "sentimental value I guess, it was on the TV one day and I watched it and, well," he trails off.

"You decided to watch it from the beginning and became severely emotionally attatched to the characters, immediately becoming obsessed with the show?"

Poe huffs out a little laugh, "you see right through me, don't you?" He kisses Finn's head, pressing play on the episode and bringing his hand over to trace patterns under the hem of Finn's sweater.

"Yeah," Finn grins, leaning up to kiss Poe, sweet and slow. "I do."

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skulltramarine · 5 years

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[A small paper bag has been left somewhere fairly obvious, pastel blue with a pattern of happy looking little cartoon rain clouds. Inside there's a bag of high grade, dark roast coffee, and a small bottle of whiskey. Digging a little further should reveal a blue note, in the shape of a rat, that reads; "⋆ had a feelin' ya could find a use for these. happ birth, bud - blu"]

*[Now, were he a different person, Phthalo would probably sleepily question where the gift had come from– how it had gotten there. But being a simple skeleton in this multiverse of many, he’s seen and rolled with his fair share of things like this; figures the only way to find out is to dive in, with the right amount of caution. Lifting the bag into both hands, noting the weight and texture of it, the monster admires the paper itself for a moment. The cloud pattern is pretty damn cute, honestly, and he might just hoarde this away with the rest of his favorite wrapping papers (does he have a problem? Maybe.) ]

*[Finally opting to dig into the contents themselves, setting the gifts onto the kitchen counter as he comes across them, Phthalo takes his time looking them over and familiarizing himself. He seems rather pleased with these offerings, chuckling beneath his breath a little; it’s been a bit since he bought a nice, dark roast coffee…and whiskey is definitely among his top poisons of choice.]

*[Pulling the note last, blinking once or twice at the cute rat shape it takes, he holds it up close so that it’s easier to read. As he pieces the words together, Mama Bear’s lazy grin slowly becomes something softer. Warmer, and kinder; he hadn’t expected to get a gift from Blu, or really anyone outside of his family, for that matter. Perhaps like his brother (and yes, he’s noticed,) this overly-fuzzy reaction to receiving a gift stems from a long time growing up without much. But whatever the source is, it’s a nice feeling– and he can’t deny that these presents cater to his tastes well. Quiet steps, socked feet, as he shuffles to store the coffee in a cupboard and the whiskey on a shelf that’s out of Mado’s reach…and his own, were it not for his magic.]

*[He’ll probably be coming back for a taste of that coffee very soon. Better remember to thank Blu, when he gets the chance.]

#f2f.#bonelyrover #{listen i know this is an ic blog but. shhh.}#{also i have no icons rn but the boy is happy}#alcohol cw.

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