Star Wars Imagines

Cook(Finn)

You walk back to your room after a long day at work. You are exhausted. You had to rescue Poe and a group of pilots from about ten battalions of stormtroopers. Your team barely made it out alive. You are covered in blood and dust, and all you want to do is shower, then go to sleep. You have work to do though. First of all, you want to cook diner before it gets too late....

You take a quick shower, then get to work. Right when you get out a cutting board, Finn bursts into the room. "(Y/N), I heard what happened, are you okay? I haven't seen you since this morning, and when I heard what happened, I was really scared. I didn't know where you were or if you were okay, (Y/N)." Finn takes a deep, shuddering breath. You smile up at him.

"I'm fine, love. Everything's okay. Everyone lived, though Poe did get shot in the leg." Finn nods.

"I know. When I started looking for you, the infirmary was the first place I checked. I saw Poe there, and asked if he had seen you."

"Is he alright?"

"Yeah." Finn stares down at you. "What are you doing," he asks.

"Starting dinner," you answer. Finn frowns at you and shakes his head.

"No, you're not. You're exhausted."

"Finn, I'm fine, really--"

"No, you're not, (Y/N). You just got out of a battle. I'm cooking tonight. Just sit back and relax, okay?" You sigh.

"Fine." Finn smiles at you.

"Good. Don't worry about anything. I cooked all the time when I was in the First Order." You frown at Finn.

"Wasn't your job sanitation?" Finn's smile falters.

"Yes. But I can cook!"

"What can you cook?"

"...Field rations." You start to roll your eyes. "But I'm sure I can cook! It can't be too hard, can it?" You sigh. Finn stares at you with big puppy dog eyes. "Please just rest, (Y/N). I'm sure I can cook. Just let me try. Pleeease?" You sigh.

"Fine. But you'd better not set the kitchen on fire!"

*An hour later*

You walk into the kitchen just as Finn yells, "Dinner's ready!" You sit down at the table. Finn sets a plate of spaghetti with little hot dogs in it and homemade tomato sauce in front of you. You smile at Finn.

"Thanks for cooking, Finn." Finn beams at you.

"No problem! It was worth it to see you relaxed for once. Cooking is also really fun!" You grin at Finn.

"I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it." You twirl some spaghetti on your fork and take a bite. The noodles were a little crunchy, and the sauce was really, really spicy, but you swallow it. The next bite is better, softer. You smile at Finn. "This is really good," you tell him. You mean it, too. Finn smiles at you and dishes some up for himself.

"I'm glad you like it," he says. He takes a bite, and his eyes widen. Finn swallows quickly. "That's really spicy," he says, eyes watering. "Are you sure you like it?" You smile at him.

"Positive," you say. You really like spicy food. You just never mentioned it to him. Finn smiles at you.

"That makes one of us," he says. "This was a failure."

"No!" You stare at your boyfriend. "You're way too hard on yourself. This was your first time cooking actual food. You did good for your first try." Finn smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

"If it means I get to see you this happy, I'll do it all again." You smile at him and kiss his cheek.

"I'm glad," you say. "I love you." You've never meant anything more than those three words.