Rey + Being The Loml

rey + being the loml

This question is for poe. Are you gonna be, like, a big character in this movie, or are you gonna be, like a tiny character?

bonus:

Hey Kenz, I hope you’re well!

Not me being nervous to pop into your inbox, pfft.

So, it’s kinda been an off (not bad per say) but just really slow/unsettling week, idk maybe I’m just nervous for finals but I was wondering if you had any soft/comfort Obi or ani hc’s? No obligation or worry of course if not. 💕

I totally know what you mean, Jus. It’s been a weird week (and day) for me too. I hope that it’s gotten a bit better though 🥺

I think we all deserve some Anakin Skywalker comfort, yeah?

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Anakin Comforting Reader hcs

Anakin is so soft with you when you’re down

I mean he’s soft with you overall, but especially when you’re not feeling like yourself and need a pick-me-up

He’ll be joking around, telling a story about him & Obi-Wan’s failure during the mission the previous day

And when you don’t share his laughter, or your smile seems a bit too forced, he’s instantly focused only on you

His brows furrow in concern as he slides into the couch cushion in front of you, gently reaching up to hold your face in his large palms

“What’s the matter, my love?” He whispers softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb, “you can talk to me, I’m right here.”

And you just start pouring your heart out to him, telling him all about the icky feelings you’ve been having lately and how the week’s just off to a bad start

Your voice is trembling with emotion and his eyes are so big and blue and worried about you

Ani waits until you’re done telling him everything you’re comfortable with before taking your hands in his

“I’m sorry Ani that was so much” you sniffle

And he’s immediately shaking his head, pleading with you to not be so hard on yourself and wrapping you up in a tight hug

His hugs are the best by the way. So warm. They make you feel so safe

“No, please never apologize. I want you to always be open with me, I want to help you”

You both determine the best way to cheer you up is just to cuddle on the couch, tucked under your favorite blankets with a mindless rom-com holovid on

He’ll get up during one of the slower parts to go grab snacks

And he isn’t quite sure what you’re in the mood for so he brings a whole tray of different stuff? Like hello it is feasting time

Okay so some more random ones to wrap up

Cute little kisses. On your temple, the top of your head, your ear, anywhere he feels necessary to let you know he loves you

He’ll gently nudge the force bond he has with you every now and then, sending you soft reassuring thoughts

And during cute parts of the movie he’ll nudge the bond again like ‘aww hey look this could be us’ 🥺

Of course if you’re unsure of how to resolve a problem he’ll always come up with a few different solutions that you can talk through with him

Oh! He lets you snuggle up in his Jedi robes because he knows how much you love them; they’re warm and smell like him. The only thing better than that was Anakin himself

Massages. Anakin is great at rubbing over your muscles with just the right gentle pressure, relieving allll the tension and stress

Consequences of Anger-Spurred Outbursts

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Fem!Solo*!Reader

*(mainly bc i just wanted reader to be leia's daughter for comedic reasons, it's an easy bit to ignore if you'd like to do so)

Summary: After learning some information about one of your pilots, you go a little haywire. Poe is both impressed and a little shocked.

Word Count: 1700 ish

Warnings: dumbass men, punching, minor injuries

You were just about up to your neck in reasons to hurl the nearest wrench across the hangar. The mission had gone well, but what it going well entailed was driving you up the wall. You and Poe had been sent by Leia to meet General Calrissian about some troubling information he’d picked up in some backwater bar on Ryloth. Apparently, one of the Resistance’s pilots was dirty - selling out intel about Rebel tech to the First Order in exchange for credits. Even worse, Lando’s information had confirmed one of your deepest, most buried worries. That it was someone in your squadron.

You’d tried to remain impartial to the pilots under your command in the long extent you’d been on base, but Dext Stamat had always struck you as a little off. Rude, toeing the line of insubordination on multiple occasions, and always asking too many questions. Of course, curiosity and ambition among your pilots was usually a good thing. It meant that they were engaged, interested in the cause, and you always loved sharing the knowledge you’d picked up as you've traveled across the galaxy. However, Stamat had strange habits of asking for details about upcoming missions that even you didn’t know yet. It had unnerved you from the beginning of his stint in your squadron, especially as his questions began to coincide with mishaps, even smaller ones, that began to throw off missions of larger and larger scales.

And now, you knew why. That dirty, dirty pig.

You were going to skin him alive.

“Just wait 'til I get my hands on that piece of shit,” you snarl as Poe attempts to discreetly wrestle you away from the hustle and bustle of the main hangar to the tarmac outside. It’s best if this conversation goes unheard.

“I know you want to, and for a good reason, but you can’t. Leia- General Organa needs him alive. If he’s been communicating with the First Order, that means he knows how they’re operating, to a certain extent. He’s valuable to her. To us.” You sigh, letting the frustrated noise signal your reluctant agreement. He’s right, after all; Dext is a dirtbag, but he’s a dirtbag that could get you some leads. You take a deep breath, starting to feel yourself cool off.

“Hey, did you see me out there? I bet Dameron couldn’t do that.”

You furrow your brows, turning your head to find the source of your confusion.

Poe’s grip on your hands tightens as Dex and his pack of buddies (more like lower-level fighters that follow him around out of pure fear) enter the hangar. He’s boasting about a recent flight, of course. When is he not? Your blood boils in your veins, a roaring sound creeping into your ears as he rambles on and on about how he’d executed a double loop. It’s pretty basic, jackass. My mom could fly better than you.

You can feel your cheeks start to heat. Poe notices, and wisely lets you go. It’s best if he lets you handle this on your own. You wouldn’t do anything brash, would you? No, he decides. You wouldn’t do anything.

He watches as you casually stroll past the group of men, leaning on a nearby fighter and picking at your nails with a spare screwdriver you’d found on your way over. From your spot closer to the pilot, you can hear every word tumbling carelessly out of his mouth.

“Yeah, I just punched it. Let ‘em eat my space dust, if you know what I mean.” He tilts his head back, guffawing at his own joke. The group around him quickly lets out a round of polite laughs, nervously glancing back and forth between Stamat and each other. “I straight-up smoked them, I tell you. I’d like to see Pretty Boy Poe pull that one off.” No longer able to contain yourself, you clear your throat, relishing the momentary look of bewilderment on Dext’s overexaggerated features. It doesn’t last long, unfortunately. His beady eyes quickly harden, lips tilting into a smirk.

“Hey, Solo.”

“That’s Commander Solo to you, Dex.” Using his nickname’s a low blow, you know that, but you just can’t put up with his bullshit anymore. Especially not after being told of what he’s been doing - what he’s cost you. Who he’s cost you. His jaw sets into a sharp line, and he lets out a low, raw noise that almost sounds like a growl.

“Oh, is that so, Commander?” he says mockingly, and you sigh, not meeting his eyeline as you return your attention to your gritty nails. Damn flight gloves - you should probably clean them more often. You smile inwardly as he grumbles with annoyance.

“You know, Stamat, I’d be more careful about how you treat superior officers,” you say lightly, tilting your head to meet his gaze. He sneers down at you, momentarily glancing back. You follow his sightline, to see Poe standing against a far wall.

“Why?” he whines comically, toying with you. “Or you’ll report me to your boyfriend?” You glare at him, and he just offers you his pathetic attempt at a simpering smile. “You look pretty worn out, Commander. Have you two been busy lately?” he asks, snickering. The roaring sound in your ears gets a little louder. It mingles with the sound of boots against concrete as Poe makes his way over. He’d heard that last comment.

“You heard her, Stamat. Watch it,” he warns. You cringe inwardly. Poe, why? Just let me deal with him. Please. Dext just ignores him, the only indication he’s aware of his presence being an offhand glance over his head.

“Aw, do you need him to come fight your battles for you?” he asks, chuckling. “How cute. You know, if this short stack of griddle cakes isn’t doing it for you, my quarters are always unlocked.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” you say, taking a step forward. Poe grins as Stamat stumbles back.

That’s my girl.

“Oh, yeah, trust me, I can give you so much more than flyboy over here,” he sneers. He opens his mouth to spew some more infuriating bantha fodder, but the only sound that exits his mouth is a high-pitched yelp as your fist soars upwards and connects with his jaw. His heavy form collapses to the tarmac, and his eyes shudder closed. Poe freezes, turning to face you.

“Y/N!”

“WHAT?”

“You punched him!”

“Eh,” is all you say, before picking Stamat up by the arms and dragging him inside. Poe watches you exit the hangar, not knowing if he should worry about how mad Leia’s going to be or marvel at how strong you are.

After a few moments, he snaps out his trance and jogs into the building, following the trail of confused, concerned stares you’d left in your wake all the way up to the General’s small office in the middle of the base. He catches up to you just outside the door. You seem unfazed as you tote Dex’s rather large body around, and he just watches, in awe, as you drag him into the office.

Of all the things General Leia Organa thought she’d see today, Poe Dameron leaning in her doorway while her fuming daughter drags in the limp body of a pilot to her was not one of them. Still, it wasn’t totally out of left quadrant, so she just sighs, sits down on her small couch, and says: “You have five minutes.”

To her shock, one of the usual rambling verbal essays she can often predict when talking with Commander Dameron doesn’t come. You just stretch your fingers and approach her, boots thudding softly against the floor.

“General Calrissian told us that this one here-” you pause to jerk your thumb downwards to the unconscious pilot who is now drooling on her carpet. “-has been selling us out. Giving details to the First Order about our new ships and weaponry. I’ve had a bad feeling about him for months, and now I know why. Do with that what you will. I’m gonna take tomorrow off. I injured my hand.” And with that, you walk out of her office, rubbing your knuckles. Poe stares after you, and the General waves a hand, dismissing him. He offers her an apologetic smile, then dashes out of the room.

He falls into step beside you, shooting a glance in your direction. His eyebrows shoot skyward as he surveys the poorly restrained satisfaction written on your face. For fuck's sake, you're grinning.

“Why in gods’ name are you smiling right now?” he asks, and you chuckle.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He pauses, staring at you. Your stomach drops. He looks offended. A muddled apology begins to tumble from your lips, but your words halt on your tongue as he bursts into laughter, takes your face in his hands, and presses his lips to yours.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs, and you turn away, face warming. Smirking, Poe brushes a few stray hairs from your face. He finds it incredibly satisfying that you can knock a 6’4 dude out cold, yet he can still fluster you in the blink of an eye. He goes to take your hand, but you pull away, hissing.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I hurt my hand,” you say, and he blanches, concerned. “Don’t worry, just a little bruising.” He relaxes visibly, and you grab the corner of his jacket. He swings around to face you. “However, I think it is mandatory that you come watch a HoloVid with me and eat a slightly unhealthy amount of popcorn.”

“You just learned we’ve been sold out to the First Order and all you can think about is a sleepover?” he asks incredulously, not admitting he'd been on the verge of proposing the exact same plan.

“We’ve got a couple of days before we can do anything about it,” you say, and Poe narrows his eyes at you. He knows you’re right, of course. Grinning, you fix your eyes to his, pouting out your bottom lip slightly. Godsdamnit, you’re adorable when you do that, he thinks, finally conceding with a nod and an exaggerated eye roll. “Yessss,” you cheer through your teeth, pumping a fist in the air.

Poe chuckles, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to your hair. All things considered, this was shaping up to be a relatively decent afternoon.

taglists:

permanent: @staarshines

poe: @zoriis @obiwns

itzy // DALLA DALLA mv

Headcanons: Hugs w/ Poe

Warnings: none

i may or may not have written this bc i had a dream i hugged poe last night and it made me cry

ok first off he's fucking jacked

so his hugs are suffocating but in the best way possible

if he's wearing his flight suit it'll puff up around you and create this mini cocoon of coziness and warmth and you feel so safe

one of his favorite things to do is sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around you

it's caused a couple accidents - one time you got so startled you stumbled back and stomped on his foot

he didn't mind

the best part of your day is coming home to your quarters and collapsing into his arms, especially if it's been a rough day

speaking of rough days, he can always tell if you need a break from the hectic bustling of base - if you need to take a step back and just recharge

he'll pull you aside into some hallway or closet and tuck you into his chest until you feel better

you'd never tell him, but the sound of his heartbeat as you rest against him is your favorite sound in the whole world

he discovered a while ago that if he gets you to sit down next to him, wraps an arm around you, and strokes the bridge of your nose with his pinky, you'll go out like a light

it becomes useful later in the war when you won't let yourself sleep ("why would I be sleeping when I could be doing something? helping people?" "you need sleep to function.")

another thing he loves doing is resting his chin on the top of your head and pressing kisses to your hair if you need help calming down

he uses that one a lot during missions, especially as they get more and more intense

physical touch is something that helps ground the both of you, and he loves that he can just shower you with love and affection almost anytime (almost = when you're not holding hot coffee - he's not going to make that mistake again.)

taglists:

permanent: @staarshines

poe: @zoriis @obiwns