You said you wanted fic requests? What about one where Finn, who was raised in a highly militaristic society, very rarely saw longer hair and is now obsessed with Poe's hair
this was so much fun to write considering i’m also obsessed with poe’s hair (aren’t we all) thanks for the request!
Finn thought everything about Poe was special. When they first met, the pilot’s effortless confidence was what left the most lasting impression on the former stormtrooper, but Poe’s wavy black hair, perfectly swooping onto his forehead, was something else entirely.
During his time in the First Order, Finn couldn’t remember any of his fellow troopers having hair as incredible as Poe’s. The helmets were impossibly warm, and since they had to keep them on all day, most troopers would shave their heads when they were allowed a haircut every six months.
The first time Finn arrived on the base, he was stopped in his tracks when he thought he saw Poe. Then BB-8 went whirring towards to the pilot who had just gotten out of the x-wing, and he knew his escape companion was just ahead. Finn started running forwards at this realization, and Poe did the same, his hair playfully bouncing as they made their way toward each other. Their embrace was long enough for Finn to get a whiff of Poe’s hair, vanilla and mint. The new member of the Resistance would soon discover that this was unique to Poe; the shampoos on the base were standard issue and nowhere near as lovely as that scent that could instantly calm any of Finn’s worries.
One night on the base was just like any other. Finn, Poe, Jessika, Snap, and others hung out in a common area, talking about their best battle maneuvers and where they’d like to travel in the galaxy. Just like any other night, Finn and Poe were the last to remain, not eager to lose the company of the other. Poe was tired, and since the two were sitting on the same couch tonight, he decided to lean over and rest his head on Finn’s lap. This was not the first time they had settled in this position, but Finn usually placed a hand on Poe’s shoulder if he wanted more contact. Tonight, Finn just couldn’t resist, and he started absentmindedly playing with Poe’s hair. The pilot let out a quiet hum, giving his approval.
Finn started by lightly brushing his fingertips over the outside layer of hair, but then started picking up different curls and wrapping them around his finger. He brushed his fingers through the hair, pulling it in different directions than the way it normally lays on Poe’s head. At the end of the night, Finn was surprised, but also not surprised, that Poe’s hair still laid perfectly in place.
After trying to decide on the best word to describe Poe’s hair for his internal commentary, Finn picked the word that suited it: luscious.
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