Poe Dameron X Reader

Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: Sorry for yet another Poe fic, but I had this idea and needed to write it before I forgot it.

The day drags on with no word from your friend, Poe. He'd been sent on a mission to retrieve some information from the First Order, and no one's heard from him since. You feel the anxiety come on as the hours pass by. Finn and Rey take notice of how much you're worried and do their best to help.

"I'm sure he's fine, Y/N. Poe's pretty strong" Finn tells you. You sigh and sit down at the table with him and Rey, putting your head in your hands. "I know, I'm just worried about him. I don't want him to get hurt or captured" you say. Your two friends nod understandingly. Rey goes to speak but an alarm goes off, interrupting her. The three of you jump from your seats and rush to the hangar.

The rest of the base rushes to the hangar as well, making it hard to see what's going on. Eventually, you push to the front of the crowd, putting your hands on your hips and staring at the sky. A minute passes by before you see a familiar x-wing land in the hangar. Your shoulders drop in relief and your feet start moving before you can stop. Poe barely has time to prepare himself before you've launched yourself at him. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around. You giggle and hold onto him tighter. He sets you down gently and puts his forehead against yours.

"I was worried about you" you whisper. He smiles gently and rubs your face gently with his thumb. "I told you I'd be fine, did I not?" You huff and roll your eyes. "Doesn't change the fact that I was worried" you grumble. He chuckles and you huff. The two of you cling to each other for another few minutes before finally pulling away. BB-8 nudges your leg, and you laugh, patting the droid a couple times.

You and Poe walk back to your shared quarters, hands intertwined with the others. BB-8 rolls behind the two of you, beeping happily. Happiness washes over you when you look at your boyfriend and his droid. You were glad he was back, safe and sound.

Anxiety Attack|Tony Stark x Reader

TW: mentions of anxiety and a small mention of PTSD

Living with anxiety isn't easy. It affects your daily life when it gets really bad. Fortunately, your boyfriend Tony doesn't know about your struggles with anxiety, so it isn't a burden to him. For the most part, your relationship with the billionaire has had barely any anxiety attacks on your part. Of course, with Tony having PTSD, he's had his fair share of anxiety and panic attacks, but he doesn't know that you struggle with them as well.

So, as you sit on your shared bed while rocking back and forth, hands in your hair, eyes shut tight, chest heaving up and down as you hyperventilate, you pray that he doesn't walk in. Unfortunately, you hear the door open, footsteps approaching you, and a loud sob escapes your lips. Familiar arms wrap themselves around you and pull you into his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, shoving your face into the crook of his neck, and cry as he holds you.

A few minutes pass and you finally calm down. A few sniffles here and there, but you've finally calmed down. Neither you or Tony say anything for a while. He silently holds you and you lay your head against his shoulder.

"How long?" he asks. "Since I was a kid. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to burden you" you say quietly. You hear him sigh and push you back enough to look you in your eyes. His thumb wipes away a stray tear that cascades down your face. "Never, ever think you are a burden to me, sweetheart. Alright? I love you and I want to be here for you, just as you have for me." You nod and he pulls you close again.

That's how the two of you stay for the rest of the night. You in his arms and him holding you.

NO BECAUSE ANAKIN WOULD SAY THAT-

Masterlist

Y/n: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Obi-Wan : Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Anakin: Smad.

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incorrect topgun: maverick quotes pt. 327

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y/n: dad, i think i'm gonna get my pilot's license. i've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses.

mav: the big five licenses?

y/n: driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! i can't wait to get that one.

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