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Can My Girlfriend Come?
Pairing: Rey Skywalker x Reader
Word Count: 816
Summary: A certain flyboy decides to flirt with you. You find his advances hilarious for a number of reasons.
a/n: I was way too lazy to beta read this so uh sorry for any typos
You hop out of your x-wing, a loud thud reverberating across the bustling tarmac as your boots make contact with the ground. You lift off your helmet, a sigh of relief falling from your lips as waves of cool air roll over your flushed face.
You shrug off the top half of your flight suit as you walk across the hangar to grab a tool kit, tying the orange sleeves around your waist. The black tank top you have on under it clings to you like a second skin, drenched with sweat. You pick at it, sighing. The people down in laundry must hate pilots, and you can’t really blame them.
You make your way back over to your ship, halting a few yards away when you notice a guy standing in front of it.
Hesitantly, you approach him, casually clearing your throat to alert him of your presence. His head snaps around at the noise, and a pink tone creeps into his cheeks.
“Uh, hi,” you say awkwardly, lifting a hand in greeting.
“Hi, sorry,” he says quickly. Gosh, she’s cute. He absentmindedly cards a hand through his hair. “I’m Poe, Poe Dameron.” He extends a hand, and you take it, smiling.
“Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you.”
“I just really like the paint job on your ship. Who’d you get it done by?”
Smiling, you prop the toolbox on your hip. “I did it with a couple of friends, actually.” It was one of your proudest accomplishments - if you forget the huge mess that was made on the tarmac after Ellie accidentally tripped over one of the paint containers.
“Wow,” Poe breathes, nodding appreciatively. Cute and capable.
“Yeah,” you laugh, walking past him and hopping up onto the wing you need to work on. “It took us a couple of days, but it was definitely worth it. So much better than that shitty yellow it used to be.” You pull out a wrench, going to work on the nearest bolt. Your arms strain as you push against the stubborn piece of metal, but it eventually gives way, and you sigh with relief, pushing a few fallen strands of hair back from your face. You look up, and, to your surprise, Poe is still standing there, watching you. “Yes?” you say sarcastically, snorting in amusement as he startles.
“Sorry,” he laughs, shaking his head. “Uh, I have a...proposal.” You tilt your head to the side, hopping down from your ship. You land next to him and cross your arms in front of you.
“Is that so?” you say, and he nods, grinning.
Rey watches from across the hangar as you work on your ship. She smiles. You’d been away for so long, it felt like an eternity. She knows it’s only been a few weeks, and that helping planets get back on their feet after the First Order left was important, but still. It had been so long. So. Damn. Long.
“Hey, can you hold this for a second?” she asks a nearby runway tech, nodding at the DataPad in her hands. They nod, and she beams gratefully, before heading over in your direction. Her steps falter as you hop down from your ship and approach Poe, who’s standing nearby, seemingly speaking with you. Your words slowly become more audible as she approaches.
“Is that so?” you ask him, crossing your arms. She smiles.
“How about you and me get a drink sometime? I hear that pub on Ajara makes a mean Arboite Twister.” Her stomach drops. He’s got to be kidding.
“Of course!” you say, smiling. You know what he’s trying to do, and find it somewhat entertaining. You glance over his shoulder momentarily at a quiet rustling noise and see Rey standing nearby. You smile at him, holding up a finger. “I have one request.” He quirks a brow.
“What’s that?” You quickly sprint over to Rey, grab her hand, and pull her over.
“Can my girlfriend come?” You ask, grinning. His face falls, cheeks turning bright red.
“You’re Y/N? Like, the Y/N?” he exclaims, eyes widening. Rey nods, and you laugh, nodding. “I’m so sorry, seriously,” he says, words tripping over each other.
“It’s fine,” you and Rey say at the same time, laughing.
“Drinks do sound nice, though,” you say, and your girlfriend elbows you in the side, laughing. You pinch her leg. She hisses, swatting your hand away. Poe laughs.
“I have to agree, though,” she says contemplatively. “It’s been forever since we’ve been out. How about we go to that bar tonight? I’ll ask Finn, I’m sure he and Rose would love to come along,” Rey offers, and Poe nods. “And,” she adds, grinning. “You can get to know my wonderful girlfriend.” You blush as she swings an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
“Sounds like a plan,” Poe responds. “I can’t wait.”
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Breathe
↬ Rey x Force Senstive!Reader ♥
✧ Genre: fluff !
✧ Word count: 500 (this is v short)
✧ Warnings: none :)
↬ fem! reader (could also be read as gender neutral)
<3 author’s note: i love love love her sm so here is this short fic ! ❀ :) I’m currently working on my requests - I have some Anakin, Luke, Cal, and Merrin stuff in the works... ;)
✧ Summary: It’s been a while since you’ve been able to feel the Force, and there’s no better way to do it then have your Jedi girlfriend help you out.
“Come here. I’m going to help you relax.”
Her soft, silky voice aided her hands in guiding your leg to cross on the floor.
“Now put your hands on your knees. They can face the sky or downward.” She grazed your hands with light fingers, setting them gently on your legs. You felt her move around you, ever aware of her presence as your eyes fluttered shut.
She moved just behind you. You noticed stray strands of her smooth hair dangling from her face, tickling the side of your cheek. You could feel her hovering over you on the right, whispering gently into your ear, “Now breathe. Just in and out, like that. Softly. Don’t force it, okay? Let it be natural.”
You’d swear it was working if her sweet voice wasn’t putting you to sleep. But not enough to really do so…it was working.
It had been a long time since you’d felt the force. It used to be a wonderful, playful, magical thing in your life. It brought you peace and allowed you to feel free, even if it was just for a moment.
That was until being hunted down by Inquisitors and the Empire corrupted your flow and relationship with the force. Until now, it had been a symbol of restraint and horror to you. It was something to be ashamed of. It had been what kept you on the run and what eventually got you captured and tortured. You had resented it. You’d hated it.
But that warmth you felt now - the feeling of it rushing and humming all around you, through your fingertips, hair, and entire body. Through the floor you sat on, Rey’s saber sat near her body, and the woman herself who had let you reconnect with your first love and light again.
Your second love was quiet. She was concentrating hard, making it her goal to help you reconnect with the force. She could feel a sudden, warm, pink presence in the air. It was lovely, swirling all infront of her like a bubble of compassion, friendlessness, and sweetness.
Though your saber was blue, Rey often found the color aura of Jedi’s around her matched their saber. Her yellow aura was clear as day to you despite your closed eyes. It mixed with reds and blue, pinks and greens - but the clearest was that sunshine yellow. Your mind flooded with happiness, joy, and hope as you reached for her through the force.
You both opened your eyes once you’d forgotten to breathe, the familiar yet fairly experienced scenario stripping your other scenes.
You were gasping for air as Rey stroked your arm, coming to your side right as she broke from it as you did.
Once your breath returned, your heart beating as it should - or as slow as it could with her presence - she moved excitedly in front of you. Her hands gripped your shoulders softly, shaking you as she shouted, “That was you! I felt you, you did it!”
A long needed hug from the Jedi ensured as her arms wrapped around your frame, the warmth of her shoulder muffling your tears.
“Thank you.”
“Of course, love. I’ll never let you lose it again.”