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“ he was flirting with you ”

Jealous Meme || Accepting (but not duplicates) || @corelliann

“Hmm?” Finn looked up, still distracted by the task at hand. The buttercream flowers he’d spent hours crafting over the past few days weren’t cooperating with the rest of the wedding cake and at this rate he was ready to throw some GLITTER on the damn thing and call it a day. He blinked, slowly, trying to shift gears from precise decoration to conversation. He stood from his bent position, stretching his back, as he glanced around the room.

 “Who? The FLORIST? Yeah, obviously. That’s why I asked you to come, remember? To get him off my back.” He reached out, tugging on the front of Ben’s dress shirt. “You’re my tall, sexy bodyguard, keeping all the annoyances away so I can concentrate on my job.”

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WA-PISH! ((((:

WA-PISH || Accepting || @corelliann

The sound that leaves his mouth as his ass smarts is not one to be proud of. Finn’s entire body jerks as he registers the pain, the crack still hanging in the air. He’d been peacefully designing a four-tiered wedding cake, but his pen drops to the counter, equations and recipe ratios abandoned for the time being. He turns, drawing himself up to his full height as he steps closer to his assailant. Annoyed as he is, simply being close to his best friend makes his heart beat faster, his familiar scent cutting through the warm smells of rising bread and baking cakes.

“Ben Solo, you’d better be prepared to kiss it better or face the consequences.”

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The soft jingle of the bell above the door is a welcome distraction from the receipts Finn is currently sorting. A buoyant greeting flows from his lips before he even takes note of who's just entered his bakery, still focused on quickly finishing his task. "Welcome! Let me know if I - " He'd glanced up in the middle of his customary speech, a broad smile blooming on his features when he realizes who's there. "Ben! You're early today. Are you in a rush, or here to linger?"

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@corelliann continued from HERE

     He knew exactly what he’d gotten himself into, prodding at a sleeping bear with a stick. Every phrase, every affectionate action was accompanied by the same sly SMIRK. He was well aware of what he’d done. Poe was certain there’d be repercussions, he just wasn’t yet sure of their nature. Whatever was coming his way, he’d face it with that smug SMILE on his face.

       Finally, it came. After what seemed like endless waiting, all it took was one look to tell him that he was in trouble. 

     His feet followed the taller man, as if someone had placed a   s p e l l   on him, removing whatever free will he possessed and bestowing it upon Ben. His heart only seemed to accelerate as he rounded a corner. The swiftness of the other’s motion caught him off guard. His surprise at sharp lips crashing against his own nearly rendered him unable to reciprocate what couldn’t exactly be called AFFECTION. But then laughter bubbled up-- and, oh, that sweet laughter-- eliciting a smile from Poe that was devoid of his previous mischief. His rough palms made a home of the other’s waistline, his initial roguishness seeping back through his contribution to the conversation.

       ❝   You gonna MAKE ME?   ❞

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kisses || not accepting || @corelliann

Eyes wide and knuckles white, Finn stared out at the deep expanse of space before him. He and Ben were safely encased in the Falcon’s cockpit, but somehow the cold darkness felt so much closer now that he was in the copilot’s chair. His captain’s presence chased the chill away, though, and watching Ben’s eyes light up as he explained exactly what each switch did and the modifications he’d made made something warm uncurl in Finn’s stomach. His hands relaxed around the controls as Ben showed him the ins and outs of the panel, the ship’s design slowly starting to make sense in his mind.

The older man reached over, explaining something about shields, but Finn wasn’t listening anymore - he’d learn later, but for now he wanted to watch the joy dance across his friend’s features. Finally, when he couldn’t help himself any longer, he reached out, fingers curling around the shirt Ben wore under his jacket. Finn pulled him in, kissing him once, softly, before diving back in. He sealed their lips together in a deep kiss, fingers combing through Ben’s thick hair. When they broke apart, his only explanation was a small smile, one thumb brushing over Ben’s cheekbone. 

“So I have to make sure the thermo-core is at 35% before I can turn the shields on?”

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@corelliann, cont. from here

Morning-time is the usual groggy affair as he wolfs down the breakfast that Eris has put down for them. And as ever morning, without fail, he wanders as he eats it. Shuffling around and checking up on various, calling Talia yet again to get her ass up outta bed and all the while shoveling food into his mouth. It’s a talent. But then a distinctly sleepy looking Finn creeps around the corner and he’s met with a one-armed hug almost immediately. Whoever said he wasn’t a considerate captain? A kiss to his cheek that even comes with it’s own silly little ‘mwah!’ is given before Ben returns to eating his weight in breakfast.             “Morning.”

Finn’s moving on autopilot, shuffling through the familiar halls of the Falcon. He’s usually a morning person - as bright and chipper as they come - but he’d been wracked with nightmares all night, and he’s exhausted. He’s rubbing his eyes when he runs into Ben, reaching out on instinct to pull him in. Finn appreciates the kiss, he does, but after a rough night he’s hungry for more. He waits until Ben swallows, stretching up to press their lips together. His other hand rests on Ben’s chest, careful not to overturn is bowl of food.

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‘ Ding dong, it’s the outside world. ’

History of Japan Meme || Accepting || @corelliann

Groaning, Finn rolled over in the small bunk, pulling his blankets over his head. His arms protested the movement, his body still sore from the cantina fight the crew had been forced into last night. He probably had a black eye, and there were definitely bruises dotting his torso. It was far too early for this wakeup call, and he wasn’t planning on leaving his small cocoon of warmth no matter how teasing Ben was. 

“Kriff off.” He muttered from under his quilt.

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          ❝ WOAH, WOAH, BEN! ❞

sparks fly and smoke billows from the open hatch on the falcon’s hull.

          ❝ TURN IT OFF, NOW! ❞