#finnygene

[aseparatepeaceisthedeathofme]

its 1am i miss em i couldnt sleep 🫩

(might be ooc cuz i just want em to cuddle and i have no context behind it okay 😭😭)

[averyseparatepeace]

if being gay scares you so much that you push your crush out of a tree and he breaks his leg guess what you're still valid

[dev-inactive]

ten verses, to finny, from gene

i.

The difference between us is that I think it feels like falling and you think it feels like soaring

ii.

We are another secret; a stolen kiss beneath a doorframe linked fingers under a table the baited breath between our beds

iii.

Your eyes are suns Your laugh is the symphony of planets aligning and worlds unfolding But the spaces between your fingers and the hollow of your throat are home; Valleys you claim are made for me to fit perfectly You are all the mysteries of the universe and the familiarity of home

iv.

I think I felt alive again when your flowers rooted themselves  to the earth of my grave   (my body)      (my corpse) I think I learned to live again

v.

I’m sorry I made you go through a labyrinth  when all I had to do was nothing as you bared your heart to me so willingly

vi.

I feel like that one day on the beach except this time, drowning crashing over me wave after wave after wave after wave of water warmed by the sun (that may or may not be your eyes) as I cling to you again like a lifeline and weep, silently, openly, as you forgive me again and again vii.

I’m sorry My hands are jagged glass and you’re offered me your heart and I’m too afraid to take it I can’t even let go of mine viii.

In between the pauses  of your breaths I swear the universe  slows and stills entirely

ix.

Afterwards, I notice Your hands roam free and my heart beats wild (hummingbird wings beneath a deep pink canvas) While I lay my hands over your heart steady as a beating drum

x.

I told you I felt like falling and you took my hand and lent me your wings The world unfolded and the universe spun and hummed in between our linked fingers The flowers burst and then I knew I was alive, and free, and soaring

[dev-inactive]

i.

the difference between them may be that gene thinks the sensation of this ridiculous thing called love is falling and for finny it's soaring

ii.

he feels like that one day on the beach except this time, drowning crashing over him wave after wave after wave after wave of water warmed by the sun (that may or may not be finny's eyes) as he clings to him again like a lifeline and weeps, silently, openly, as finny forgives him again and again

iii.

another difference: finny's hands roam over the planes of his skin traces from his eyes to his lips and clavicle his heart beating steadily, a hammer on cloth while gene's hands stay over his chest fingers splayed over finny's heart as his own beats like frantic, vivid bird wings

iv.

they're another secret; fingers linked under tables, kisses stolen beneath the doorframe of their room, words whispered in the still air between their beds

v.

(i can't put this to better words because i swear my heart's about to burst but imagine them dancing to a little radio in their little room because finny asked him and gene can never say no slow and clumsy, stepping on their toes, laughing and singing, even though finny really can't and afterwards, when they hold each other, curled up on gene's bed (hearts like hammers and hummingbirds, a feeling like breaking free and letting go and flying) the stars will look warm and gentle and golden, and for a little bit of time everything will be alright)

[marthadanielle]

A Separate Peace: If You Were Gay (by Coolgrr890)

[idkcaroline]

"Roses are read, leaves are green. My OTP is FinnyGene."

^ whoever wrote this, I love you bby<3