Hi!! May I please request Star Wars men and love languages?
ofc!! hope u like these :)
poe dameron
physical touch + words of affirmation: poe never shuts up about how much he loves, and if he isn't talking about it, he's probably hugging you, holding you, or intertwining your fingers. seriously. the man is OBSESSED with you and he will not let you forget it. is he a bit clingy?? perhaps. but it's poe, and you fucking love it.
finn
acts of service: you suspect it might be something to do with his upbringing, but finn's main love language is acts of service. he goes out his way every day just to make your life a little easier: caff machine on in the morning, hot water bottle in your bed when it's cold, washing hung out when you leave it in the machine for too long. you always insist that it's not necessary but finn struggles with words, so he lets his actions speak for him (even though you know he loves you more than anything !!). that said, he still tells he loves every morning and every night.
obi-wan kenobi
quality time + words of affirmation: you and obi-wan don't get to see each other all that often, so he makes the absolute most of it when you do get to spend time with one another. he makes it count as much as he can, planning nice days out, or cosy ones in when he senses that you need it. he's also BIG on words -- just saying things as they are: that he loves, and you mean the world (galaxy??) to him.
han solo
gift giving + physical touch : han isn't so good with words. actually, he's terrible with them. he always accidentally says the opposite of what he means and there is some kind of permanent traffic jam between his gob and his brain. that said, his actions are so thoughtful: he always buys you little things - souvenirs, bracelets and rings, fridge magnets, post cards - on his trips. physical touch is a BIG one for him too. despite his hard exterior, han absolutely must be the little spoon at night, and when you're beside him in the cockpit, he always has a hand on your thigh.
din djarin
acts of service: and my acts of service, i mean protecting you. he pretty much lives to make sure he's protecting his family, that being you and the kid. it's genuinely what keeps him going, even though he knows you can absolutely handle yourself. still, din would lose his mind if something ever happened to you.
Pairing: Finn x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1,700
Warnings: Possessiveness, jealousy, tension with implied history, mild threat, protective behavior
Summary: You used to work under Silco. Finn doesn’t like that. And when he sees you talking with your old boss again—too close, too familiar—he doesn’t keep quiet. He never does.
Silco leans in closer than he should.
The smoke from his cigar curls between you like a question neither of you’s willing to ask. You're not stupid—you know how it looks. You, tucked beside him at the bar, laughing softly, like there aren’t knives hidden in every sentence you share.
But it’s just a conversation.
You’ve been out of Silco’s circle for months now. You told him you were done. You told Finn you were his. That should’ve been enough.
Apparently, it isn’t.
You see him before you hear him—Finn, posted by the entrance of the bar, half in shadow. His silver hair catches the low light, head tilted just enough to watch you without blinking.
Your spine straightens.
Silco follows your gaze and smiles around his cigar.
“Well,” he murmurs, “Looks like your new boss is the possessive type.”
“He’s not my boss,” you say, rising slowly.
“No?” Silco exhales smoke in a perfect ring. “Then what is he?”
You don’t answer.
You don’t need to.
Finn doesn’t move when you approach. Doesn’t speak.
But his jaw is set, and his eyes follow the way Silco's gaze lingers behind you.
“I was going to come to you after,” you say, voice even.
Finn nods once, slow. “I saw the way he touched your arm.”
You blink. “You think I wanted that?”
“I think he did,” he says, voice low. “And I think he wouldn’t have dared if I’d been at your side.”
There’s something dark in his tone. Something you don’t hear often.
Jealousy, yes—but not the petty kind.
The dangerous kind.
The kind that gets people hurt.
You reach out, gently, resting a hand over his wrist. “You don’t have to be like this.”
His eyes flick to your fingers.
“I do,” he says. “Because he thinks you’re still his.”
You stare at him. “And you think I’m yours?”
He steps in, slow enough to give you time to pull back.
You don’t.
Finn dips his head, lips brushing your ear. “You know you are.”
His words send a shiver down your spine—not fear. Something else. Something worse.
Want.
Later, in the backroom of the hideout, he presses you against the wall. Not rough. Not hard. Just close.
“You looked happy,” he says, quieter now. “Sitting there with him.”
“I was playing him,” you lie.
His eyes search your face. “Good. Because I don’t share.”
You swallow. “You were the one who said this wasn't serious.”
He leans in, forehead almost touching yours. “It wasn’t. Until it was.”
You don’t know who kisses who first.
But once it starts, neither of you stops.
Not for a long time.
You wake in his bed, tangled in the dark sheets, his arm heavy around your waist.
He’s already awake.
“You’re not going back to him,” he murmurs, not a question.
You nod, sleep still clinging to your lashes. “No.”
“Good,” he says again, like it’s a promise. Or a threat. “Because if he ever touches you again, I will put him in the river.”
You look over your shoulder at him, raising a brow. “Jealous much?”
He smirks, eyes sharp and lazy. “Of course I am.”
You grin.
And fall back asleep with his hand on your hip and his knife on the nightstand.
“I just asked if you want to try the new tea blend”
“Stop you already have me in your trap you seductress” Wrapping your arms around his shoulders,you stood on your toes to kiss him.
“So you don't want to hear the rest of my plan” His hands moved to your waist,swaying you side to side.
“What's your evil plan?” You kissed his neck as he answered you.
“Well,I’m going to make you a delicious cup of my new tea blend. Then I’ll whip up some baked goods,after that we can lay outside on the grass and watch the stars.”
“That sounds very evil” You laughed,as he let go of you.
The sound of the kettle drew your attention away from Finn,only to look at him in a few seconds watching him make two cups of tea. You opened the cabinet to look for the honey which he rambled about the last time you saw him,that this tea blend would go great with honey. You had been staring at the cabinet for a while but you couldn’t find it.
“Honey?” He made a sound like he was choking on air,before he turned to you with his face bright red.
“Y-Yes” That’s when it hit you and you realized why he was so flustered.
“I mean where is it? The honey”
“Oh,it's in that cabinet with the tea.” He opened it and grabbed the honey. “Here” His face was still a little red.
“Thanks” You kissed his cheek,trailing up to his ear “Honey”
Summary: Finn's not the first member of the First Order to defect, although he is the first Storm Trooper. An unexpected happy reunion comes when he first lands on a Resistance base.
Word Count: 1,475
Category: Fluff, maybe a tiny bit of angst?
A/N: Disclaimer, I have not seen the Force Awakens in literal years
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"The Millennium Falcon just landed outside!"
"General Solo is on it, from the Rebellion!"
"It's got an ex-Storm Trooper on it!"
The shouts of my fellow Resistance members echoed around me as they shouted and gossiped about the recent touchdown of a ship. I wove my way through the crowd, keeping one hand on my blaster. I needed to be ready.
A few years ago, I'd been part of the First Order. More than that, I'd been responsible for training the Storm Troopers we took from birth, helping indoctrinate them into the system. I'd been younger or the same age as most of them, and watching them go off to die in a pointless war had jump started my realization that we were the bad guys.
Once the realization had fully settled in, I'd up and left without looking back. I found the Resistance through my now best friend Poe Dameron, and I'd had a lot of valuable information to share with them. I'd been here for almost four years now, and not once had I seen a Storm Trooper defect. So, when I heard everyone whispering in the hallways about one stepping on base, I went into immediate red alert.
I made it out to the tarmac and immediately I noticed the Falcon. The ship was impossible to miss. I quickly scanned the crowd between me and the ship, and my best friend's signature jacket jumped out at me amidst everything else. But Poe had lost that jacket on Jakku in the process of his escape from the First Order.
The guy with Poe's jacket had his back to me, but as I approached, he turned around. I froze in my tracks, my mouth dropping open a little.
FN-2187 stared back at me. I barely remembered most of the people who'd come through the ranks of the First Order under my training. They all blurred together, and the guilt over everything I'd done to uphold the dictatorship was too much for me to look back on all I'd done with any kind of regularity. But I knew the man standing a few yards from me, beyond a shadow of a doubt. I'd know him anywhere.
He was one of the first people I'd been completely responsible for training without supervision, when I was around the same age as the classes I trained. He'd been the first one I'd ever felt a connection with, the first one I'd ever let myself get close to. We'd been friendly, we'd been supportive and understanding of each others' mistakes despite the First Order trying to make us be anything but. Before Poe, he'd been the closest I'd ever come to a best friend.
Unfortunately for both of us, the First Order had noticed how close we'd been getting. We'd been ripped apart immediately, and I learned quickly not to get attached to any more of my trainees. I'd never seen my friend again.
Until now. Now, we were face to face again, on a Resistance base free from the reach of the First Order. The side of my mouth quirked up in a small smile, he beamed back at me, and that was all it took to have me running across the tarmac to him.
I jumped up and wrapped him in a tackle-hug, which he quickly returned. He wrapped his arms around me tight and spun me around, then buried his face in my neck as we came to a stop. I squeezed him tight, not wanting to let go lest this all turn out to be a dream. From the way he held me, I could tell he felt the same.
"Is this real?" he breathed. I huffed a hysterical laugh, a few tears sliding down my face.
"I sure hope so."
If both of us had had our way, I don't think either of us would've moved again for at least a few hours. But a certain pilot popped into my line of sight, a confused look on his face.
"Do you and Finn... know each other?"
"Finn!" I said, breathlessly happy as I pulled back to smile at the former Storm Trooper. "That's a great name."
"I think so too," he said, matching my smile. "Poe gave it to me."
I looked at Poe. He still seemed a little confused, but he had a proud look on his face all the same.
"You're really the top recruiter of defectors, aren't you?" I mused. He shot me a wink.
"Don't you forget it. Now come on, we have a fascist dictatorship to take down."
Finn and I shared a smile as Poe headed off into the crowd of the base. I sighed.
"We probably should follow him, huh?"
"I guess so. How long have you been here, though?"
"A few years," I replied. Finn looked shocked, so I continued. "I... couldn't stand watching the people I'd trained go off and die, killing a bunch of people in the process."
Finn nodded, sagging a little, shoulders slumping as he looked away for the first time since we'd found each other. I nudged him with my arm, suddenly insanely worried about him.
"Hey. What's wrong?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light. He huffed a humorless laugh and shook his head.
"It's nothing. It's just... I can't believe you've been here for so long. It took you a lot less time to realize how wrong we were than it took me."
My eyes went wide, shock nearly rocking me off my feet at his revelation. I quickly grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face me.
"Finn! Are you kidding me? I understand the guilt over our past, seriously, I do. But the fact that it took you a little longer than it took me means nothing. You were literally brainwashed from birth, something I was a part of! I didn't have that excuse, and I still served them for years."
Finn didn't look totally convinced, although his posture wasn't quite as slumped as before. I continued.
"Finn, I spent years convincing myself not to leave. I convinced myself not to care. Honestly, why would I care? It was all part of a righteous cause, canon fodder being expended killing bad guys trying to take down the government." I shook my head at myself in disgust. The fact that I'd ever believed that nonsense, that damaging propaganda, would haunt me for the rest of my life. Finn let his hand rest on my waist, giving it a gentle squeeze to comfort me, and I took a deep breath before continuing. "The realization that I was on the wrong side started long before I left, and I'll always regret the extra damage I did to the galaxy before listening to what I knew was right.
"But Finn, I went through all that as someone who grew up with a family, in school, with some varied viewpoints, although not many. You were told from birth that the First Order's morals, politics, and methods of enforcement were the one and only right way from almost the day you were born. And still you came to your own, different conclusion and left those sons of bitches behind, because you are that good of a person, Finn. That's... amazing."
I'd caught myself rambling, saying more than I'd maybe initially intended to, but I couldn't bring myself to regret it. I loved Finn, and the last thing I wanted was for him to put himself through any more pain than he'd already survived.
Finn laughed, a disbelieving sound, and the smile he gave me felt as bright and warm as the sun. I wasn't sure what I expected him to say, but I got a pleasant surprise when he finally did speak up.
"...Can I kiss you?"
"Hell yes."
We shared a beaming, happy smile, our first free smile, and then Finn leaned down and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around my waist again, pulling me to him as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing in the middle of the runway without a care in the world who saw us. It didn't matter who saw us now. No one here would exploit us, or use one of us to hurt the other. We were free, together.
"Hey! I'm happy to see my two best friends making out and all, but we actually have things to do today, remember?"
Finn and I broke apart reluctantly, still smiling even as we turned to Poe, the interruption. He was right, unfortunately. In order to take the First Order down for good, to free the rest of the galaxy, we had a lot of work to do. But it didn't seem quite as daunting now that I had Finn.
you already expected him to be possessive, jealous and territorial. you weren't surprised by these things when they came up, instead adapting to them and teaching him that he didn't need to be so scared of losing you all the time. he was safe.
what you didn't expect, however, was for him to be clingy. annoyingly so.
whatever you were doing, wherever you were doing, he was touching you, holding hands or simply holding on to your sleeve, like a child. you reminded him that he was a grown man, but all he did was bury his face in your hair, a smile playing on his lips.
"but i need you"
that always made you weak. he was taller than you, stronger than you, and a pile of cash to do whatever he wanted. and yet, the one thing he asked for was you.
even now, as you finished the last parts of a project for a building to piltover, he was whining about how little you paid attention to him lately (past hour), and how much he missed you when you parted for your endless work (few hours as well). you just laughed.
and when he put his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head, telling you how proud he was of you and your work, you felt needed. you felt loved. and when he whispered those words in your ear, you knew there was nowhere else in the world you'd rather be than right there.
Hi I was wondering if you could do a Gilmore girls fic where the reader is pregnant with Finns baby x
You were at Logan’s place for a friendly gathering, a chiller night than usual to celebrate Rory getting a job at a prestigious online magazine. You were all gathered around the living while Colin was making drinks, congratulating the Gilmore girl and exchanging wild stories about your shared past. Finn naturally wraps his arm around your shoulders as words pour out of his mouth, making your friends errupt in laughter. You turn your head at him, your eyes softening as a warm light appear in them, and he soon turns his head back at you with the same look. He reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers together as he gives your palm a gentle squeeze.
“Here are the drinks!” Colin appears in the living room, his hands holding a tray filled with home-made drinks. “Be prepared to be send to Nirvana.”
Logan snort as he takes two off the tray, giving one to Rory sitting next to him. “I don’t remember you ever being a cocktail expert.”
“Yeah, don’t you remember?” Finn takes his drink, a grin on his lips as he sends Colin a teasing look. “We barely made it out alive last time you made any of these.”
“That was two years ago.” Colin’s answer makes you and the others chuckle, his head shaking as he grins at you all. “I got better.”
“Well...” Rory raises her glass, a small smile on her lips. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Please do.” Colin picks up the last two drinks, handing you one. “Milady.”
“Ah, sorry, Colin.” Finn speaks up before you have a chance to, his arm leaving your shoulders to pick up your drink from his friend’s hands. “(Y/N) is gonna skip the drinking tonight.”
“What?” The brown-haired boy gives out a gasp as he sits down, his lips soon forming a pout just as he looks at you. “Why not? Don’t tell me you’re the designated driver.”
You chuckle, Finn putting your drink down on the living room’s table, and you look into his eyes for a moment. “Not exactly.”
There’s a silence for a few seconds, realization soon hitting your three friends, only for Rory to give out a large gasp along with a wide smile.
“Oh my gosh!” Her eyes sparkle with excitement, her lips stretching onto her cheeks. “You’re pregnant?”
“And it’s mine.” Fine speaks up with a joking tone, trying to keep a straight face. “In case anyone was wondering-”
You shut him up by hitting his sides with your elbow, a painful laugh coming out of his mouth as a result.
“Congratulations, you guys.” Logan raises his drink to the two of you, a soft smile on his lips. “You’re gonna be great parents.”
“Forget about great parents!” Colin grins wildly from his place. “This little you is going to have the greatest uncle around.”
“Aw.” Logan gives out a teasing smirk. “Thank you, man. I appreciate it.”
You and the others give out a laugh upon seeing Colin send Logan a glare, Finn soon wrapping his arm around your shoulder once more. You give him a soft smile, your eyes filled with love as your heart warms up from these feelings.
This is a new chapter of your lives, and you cannot wait to see how it’s going to be.
Preferences: when their s/o turns to the Dark Side
Rebellion/Resistance x reader
warnings:
a/n:
prompt: anonymous: “Welcome to the dark side! (Since you had Star wars in inspired) Can I request a preffrencfe for (Leia Organa,Luke Skywalker,Han Solo,Rey,Finn, and Poe Dameron) How they react when they find out their S/O turned to the dark side?”
Finn was angry more than anything. You’d supported him in his mission to separate himself from the First Order, yet you’d flipped to the Dark Side with little warning. He felt like everything you told him was a lie, that you were playing mind games. But he still wanted to save you, and he’d do that without any hesitation, and no one would stand in his way.
Han played it off like he didn’t care. He’d been betrayed by a lover before, so it was nothing new. But it hurt him deeply and you could tell when the others couldn’t. He just wanted someone to be by his side, not switch sides and target him and all his insecurities.
Leia was so disappointed. She made it a point to let you know that when she shouted at you during a standoff, letting you know that if this really was who you were, they you weren’t half the person that she thought you were. Although she was strong on the outside, on the inside she mourned for you.
Luke was not going to let you get away so easily. He’d do whatever he could to get you to see the Light again, he’d follow you to the ends of the galaxy if he had to. You had a few battles, and he tried to convince you that the Dark Side wasn’t where you belonged. He nearly got through to you, but he’d have to try harder.
Poe had missions to put before you, which was one of the reasons he felt so guilty. He thought you turned because he was never there for you and the fact that he couldn’t even try to get you back because of his duties made the feeling so much worse. He’d do his best to send you transmissions pleading to come back to him, but you were uninterested.
Rey would not stand down. She would face you head on and battle you with all of her emotions intact. The betrayal of you leaving her was brutal, but she still sensed that there was hope for you yet, which drove her to fight for you. Screaming in your face about how this wasn’t really you and she was always there for you, you didn’t have to go down this path, and she wouldn’t stop until she got you back.
