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─── A New Light.
summary: you try to keep your crush on obi-wan kenobi a tight secret, but when your brother, anakin skywalker, accidentally tells obi-wan how you feel, everything changes. especially when someone from obi-wan’s past gets involved. fem!reader.
a/n: look bros, we already know that i don’t vibe with satine. read at your own discretion if you like her character.
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If human brains kept a history log of everything that person had thought, then yours would show fifty separate tabs of Obi-Wan Kenobi opened and bookmarked. It was bad. You admit you have a problem, after all, Jedi aren’t supposed to grow attachments like this. Fortunately, you and your brother were given some leeway in that, being siblings, but you weren’t supposed to fall in love with his Master… and Anakin wasn’t supposed to find out, either. But isn’t that just the way with siblings, anyhow? One of them finds out a secret and they use it to torture the living-hell out of the other. The way of the universe.
“Hey—” Anakin stabs his elbow right into your side, making you jump and curse his name— “Stop glaring blaster shots their way. You’re being obvious.”
aaaaaa i loved reading this so much!! it’s so beautifully written and it is a really compelling story! probably one of my favorite Star Wars pieces!!! it’s pretty long but also at the same time i could literally read your writing for hours!!
[x] // requester: @emcon-imagines // request here
IMAGINE: WANDA USING HER POWERS TO HELP COMFORT YOU WHILE YOU’RE RECOVERING FROM YOUR TIME WITH H.Y.D.R.A..
The nightmares and horrid flashbacks keep you up most nights, which is why Wanda isn’t at all surprised to find you awake and restlessly pacing through the Avengers compound in the dead of night. She quietly walks up to you, trying not to startle you, and she whispers, “Let me help you.”
You suck in a sharp breath, and Wanda can see the reluctance on your face. She doesn’t blame you, especially after having spent so long brainwashed and manipulated by H.Y.D.R.A.. After a pause, you nod, and she raises her hand, red tendrils of light swirling at her fingertips. You close your eyes as Wanda’s fingers gently brush the side of your head, and you can feel your shoulders relaxing as your brain finds peace. The violent images that plague you begin to fade away, and a small smile makes its way onto Wanda’s face as she can see your expression soften.
Could you do a little something with a Poe Dameron x Jedi! Reader? Maybe where she talks him through what it’s like to feel the Force and how it can be relaxing? -&
Absolutely!
“What’s it like, having the Force?”
Poe looked up at you curiously from where he lay with his head in your lap, one of his hands tangled with yours. His black curls formed a halo around his head where they were splayed out on your thighs. You bit your lip, thinking.
What was it like?
“It’s like...it’s like being the only person who can see the whole galaxy,” you began, your tone hesitant as you tried to put the feeling into words, “You see and feel things as if you’re standing back from everything and watching through a window.”
“Like flying over a planet,” he said quietly, and you nodded.
“That’s how it feels sometimes, like you’re separate to everything going on. But sometimes...sometimes, it’s like you’re part of every single creature in the galaxy. You feel everything that they feel.”
You stopped to smile softly down at him, smoothing his curls back from his forehead with a loving hand.
“The first time you came back from a successful mission, all those years ago, I could feel your happiness. It was like something I could reach out and touch, and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt,” you told him. He smiled up at you, silently encouraging you to continue. “I can always feel what you’re feeling.”
“Really?”
“Really. When you’re happy, it’s like feeling the sun come out again and again. And when you’re sad, it feels like...like a weight on my shoulders. It’s like I can’t move until the sun comes out again.”
Poe looked deep in thought as he took your hand in both of his, his fingers playing with yours as he watched them.
“What does it feel like when I’m in love?” he asked, deep brown eyes blinking slowly up at you.
You smiled, and slipped your hand into his, squeezing gently.
“It feels like this.”
if i can send another request: uh how about reader is a helper in marcus moreno's house and she thinks her feelings are unrequited bc she helps marcus get ready to go on a date. And then she has to look over missy while hes on the date and missy is like: u like him right. And reader is like: no way thats unprofessional. And missy looks at her like really? And finally reader caves and says yeah i like you. And at the very end marcus ends up confessing he does like reader and it ends happy? 😭😭
I love 1 (one) crime fighting hero/tired dad. This got real soft, enjoy!
Marcus Moreno x fem!reader; warnings: slight language
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“Thanks for doing this," Marcus' voice is soft as he calls to you from his bedroom. You remind yourself of the current situation and plaster on the best smile you could muster up. But you weren't fooling yourself - or Missy for that matter. She rolled her eyes as she passed by and headed to the kitchen table to start homework; she had a lot to say but it could wait for now.
"Its no problem, Marcus," you promised through slightly gritted teeth as you reminded yourself that you had no reason to be jealous - no reason to have feelings other than friendly for your closest friend.
"C-can you help me real quick?" there was an almost nervous quality to his voice as you made a small sound of confirmation before pushing open the door to his bedroom. Your jaw almost dropped sight; Marcus was standing in front of his mirror, looking more handsome than anyone should have legally been allowed to.
Opting to stick with his love of black on black, he was sporting a pair of well fitting black trousers and a black button that displayed the muscles of his back whenever he moved. You barely caught yourself when you realized he was holding two ties in his hand and displayed them to you.
Flitting over to him, you took both options and shook your head, tossing them into the bed. He didn't say anything but raised a brow in amusement, "no tie. Just what you have on is fine. The black on black is an excellent choice."
"Yeah?" he asked as a nervous smile tugged on the corners of his mouth, "its not too...depressing?"
"Not at all, its very se- you look good Marcus," you promised him as he let out a nervous huff of laughter, "she's going a lucky lady, and she's going to love you."
"Hmm," he mused for a moment, turning his gaze to you in the mirror and trying to read your expression. You quickly dropped your eyes, not sure if you were quite ready to cross that bridge just yet - or ever. His hands went to the top buttons and he quickly undid a few, exposing the smallest amounts of golden skin, "listen, I-"
"I should go and help Missy with her homework," you quickly cut him off before anything else could happen or heavens forbid you confessed your undying love then and there, "and you finish getting ready, mister!"
Before anything else could be said, you darted out of his room and towards the kitchen where Missy was pretending to be engrossed in a book. You knew she was keen on getting as much information as possible and had not doubt been trying to listen in. She closed her book as you took a seat next to her and offered her a small smile.
"How does pizza sound for dinner? We can even go crazy and get ice cream for dessert," you suggested and despite her attempt at a serious look her eyes lit up with excitement as she nodded, "don't worry, we won't tell your dad. It'll be our secret."
"Alright ladies," Marcus came out of the bedroom now sporting that damned leather jacket that made you weak in the knees on top of it all. It was the glasses, perched smartly on his nose that set you off though. How could one man look so good? Practically unfair. Missy nudged your leg to snap out of your little daydream as you caught yourself, "I'm headed off. I won't be back too late. Missy, I want all your homework done and bed at a reasonable hour."
"Fine dad," she groaned as she pulled her folder out of her background with the day's homework.
"And you," he turn his attention back to you as you felt a flush of warmth wash over your face, "are an absolute angel. I don't know what I'd do without you. I owe you big time."
29 with Poe ☺️
29. “Oh no…he’s cute.”
Smuggling information to the Resistance whilst living on a planet occupied by the First Order was dangerous enough doing so from a distance, simply patching the Resistance into First Order transmissions and occasionally sending your own transmissions with tidbits of information that you had overheard. You knew that every day that you weren’t caught was a miracle.
Now, however, you had gotten yourself into an even more dangerous arrangement. You had managed to get your hands on a piece of information that could change the tide of the war against the Order, but it was impossible for you to send it in a transmission without it being obvious what you had done. You had no choice in the matter:
The information had to be handed over in person.
Your contact in the Resistance, a Commander Dameron, had agreed to meet you in the marketplace for you to hand over the information to him. You were terrified but you were glad it would be him; you had been exchanging transmissions with him for months and you felt almost as if you knew him.
Commander Dameron, or Poe as he had once told you to call him, had a way of putting you at ease. He would crack jokes in his transmissions to you, and sometimes you even thought he was flirting. You would have been lying if you said that you weren’t slightly excited to find out what he looked like.
Poe had told you in his last transmission that he would be wearing a leather jacket, you recalled as you made it to the marketplace. You hovered near the edge, trying to seem as relaxed as possible whilst scanning the crowds for Poe, all the while trying not to let your eyes linger on the armed stormtroopers scattered around the place. The data-chip in your hand seemed to burn your palm.
Your eyes caught a glimpse of a leather jacket, and your lips parted in surprise as you took in your first sight of Poe Dameron. Your mind was capable of only one thought:
Oh no, he’s cute.
Dark eyes scanned casually over the crowd and your heart skipped a beat; he was looking for you. His black hair was curly and had a tousled look that suggested he had a habit of running his hands through it.
Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you set off weaving through the crowds to find him. Once you were only a few metres away, you called out to him with the name he had told you to use.
“Cal!”
Poe turned to face you at the sound of the agreed name, and his eyes widened upon seeing you for the first time. You hesitated, but he opened his arms to you with the ease of an old friend- that was another detail you had agreed on, that he would pretend to be a friend whom you hadn’t seen in a long time.
You stepped into his arms and were surprised by how tightly he embraced you. His hug put you at ease, and you could almost forget how dangerous the situation you were in was.
“It’s good to meet you,” Poe murmured in your ear, and oh kriff, even his voice was attractive, “Do you have it?”
You adjusted your grip around his waist with a shaky breath, slipping your hand inside his jacket so that you could drop the data-chip into his pocket. Stepping away from the hug, you smiled nervously at him.
“It’s good to see you again,” you told him, aware that there was a chance you were being listened to, “Are you here for long?”
“I was just about to leave,” he answered you, running a hand through his hair, “But seeing you made my day.”
There was something in his tone that made you question whether he was still acting.
“I...I should get back,” you told him quietly, “I hope that I’ve helped.”
Poe smiled at you and took your hand in his, squeezing it gently as he fixed you with an earnest look. “You’ve been helping for a long time. And...between you and I, your messages keep me going.”
You bit your lip, your heart skipping a beat at his words and the way he was still holding your hand. You squeezed back with a tiny smile.
“Likewise.”
“I’ll speak to you soon...rebel.”
And with a wink, he disappeared into the crowd.
16 from the list with Poe!!
16. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
You missed Poe.
The two of you were no strangers to being apart whilst one of you was on a mission, but your husband had been gone for nearly a month now, during which you had only gotten the chance to speak to him once. Your bed was starting to feel increasingly lonely without him, to the point that you found yourself lying awake, unable to sleep without him beside you.
You had been lying awake for nearly three hours on Poe’s side of the bed when the sound of your datapad vibrating on your desk startled you into sitting upright. Rubbing blearily at your eyes as you flung the covers off of yourself and padded over to pick up the pad, you briefly wondered if you were being sent to join Poe on his mission. That would be nice.
You didn’t even look at the call sign before accepting the call, and would have dropped your datapad in shock at the voice that greeted you if you hadn’t sat back down on your bed at that very moment.
“Hey, honey,” came Poe’s voice, slightly crackly through the speakers of your datapad. Your jaw dropped.
“Poe? Is that really you?”
“Yeah, it’s me. You weren’t expecting a call from another guy, were you?” His voice was teasing and you couldn’t help the giggle that fell from your lips at hearing it.
“I wasn’t expecting a call from you for weeks! Leia said it wouldn’t be possible.” You got back into bed as you spoke, placing the datapad on Poe’s pillow without thinking.
“We’re gonna be in hyperspace for a few hours and I got the green light to make a call,” he told you, and you could hear him hesitating before he continued, “And I really miss you. I needed to hear your voice.”
You smiled sadly. “I miss you, too.”
“I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway. I can’t sleep without you here,” you admitted, your voice wobbling as the stress of being separated from him threatened to overwhelm you.
There was a faint crackling through your datapad as the signal wavered, and your heart sank at the prospect of the call cutting off; getting to speak to Poe, to know that he was safe, was all you needed.
“-sleep without you, either.” You caught the end of his sentence as the signal returned, and sighed in relief. “I’ve been volunteering to take the night shift at piloting because of it. I can’t wait to be home with you.”
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, during which you knew exactly what he was thinking; you felt so close to him and so far away at the same time. It was heaven and torture to hear his voice and not be able to see him.
“D’you think you could fall asleep now, if I stay on the line?” Poe asked, “I don’t want you wearing yourself out. That’s my job.”
You let out a huff of laughter at his last comment, and snuggled into his pillow.
“I think I could. It’d be easier if I was gonna be waking up to you, though.”
Your eyelids were growing heavy, the exhaustion of not having slept properly in weeks finally catching up with you. You fell asleep so quickly that you didn’t catch Poe’s final comment as, unbeknownst to you, he landed his ship in the hangar just minutes away from your quarters.
“I’ll see you soon, baby.”
─── Skin & Bones.
★ banner by: @beyoncesdragon
summary: whilst on an assignment with obi-wan, you find yourself unable to sleep after dreaming about him, and he sits with you to talk about it.
a/n: based upon this tiktok. i want to express a huge thank you to the creator, liv, for allowing me permission to write around this idea! i love your mind. please go follow and support liv on her tiktok and her wattpad too!
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Your shoulders are cold under the moonlight shining through the open window; a frayed blanket wrapped around your body to keep the chill from running you through completely. You hate this kind of blanket, the ones with the itchy fabric, but you couldn’t think to take the bedsheets with you or ask for something more comfortable— after all, you weren’t here for a sleepover, you were here on duty to protect one of the Chagrian senators deemed important enough to the Chancellor. But you weren’t the only Jedi assigned to play the role of babysitter…
“How are you feeling,” Nicky asked as Joe pulled you into a hug. You had all been ambushed.
“I’m alright,” you promised, grinning when Nicky stepped forward and hugged both you and Joe. “I just want to be done with all of this crap. I just want a quiet life.”
“We’ll get there,” Joe promised. “Hold your head up.”
“Okay,” you mumbled, closing your eyes.
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Endgame Strategy
Character: Benny Watts
A/n: I said I’d write for the hot chess people so I did. The timeline for this is kinda confusing but the desperation I had to write this made me simply not care.
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“(Y/n)!”
A familiar voice pulled you from your current task of getting Benny’s two ton apartment door shut. You barely got yourself inside before a pair of arms promptly wrapped around you.
You staggered backwards by the sudden weight, a noise between a wheeze and a laugh escaping you as you registered who it was.
“If it isn’t my favorite drama queen!” You pulled back to get a good luck at Beth, a big grin busting out on both of your faces.
“Come in,” She ushered you in, helping you take off your coat and asking you little questions as she lead you over to the sink.
You were a pretty established photographer for some big fashion companies, so you had been traveling with Cleo around Europe for the better half of a year. You’d telephoned Benny as soon as all of your campaigns wrapped up and he instantly insisted you come to New York to make up for lost time.
You had just started to get a word in when you felt someone come up behind you and squeeze you abruptly, practically toppling you over. “Look what the cat dragged in!”
You looked over to see Benny already looking down at you with a grin before promptly ruffling up your hair. “Hey stranger,” He grinned. You pushed him off and turned to give him a proper hug.
You noticed Arthur and Hilton lingering behind him and you pulled yourself from his hold to greet them as well.
“You came at the perfect time,” Benny said, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “We were just about to start.”
“What do you say, (Y/n)?” Hilton asked. “Finally gonna indulge us and play a game?”
You shoved his hands off of you and sent him a smile. “You don’t need some newbie slowing down your thunder,” You noticed Benny giving you the pleading look he always sent your way when you turned down playing chess. You swear you thought he knew how to deflate his eyes on purpose so he looked like a kicked puppy. “No, I don’t need your patronizing when I barely make it past five moves.”
Benny was an old childhood friend of yours, so you had known Arthur and Hilton for almost as long as he had. And they made it their personal life mission to rope into playing against one of them. But you were renowned for your patience and they’d yet to wear you down.
When Fiona first joins the crew, catch them all forgetting to tell her that they’re polyamorous so she spends like a month thinking Gavin’s being cheated on by Michael and Jeremy. She finally pulls him aside to break the news when she’s sure like “Gavin... I saw Jeremy and Michael kissing” and is very confused when Gavin’s just like “...okay??” Bonus if she also tries to confront Matt thinking he’s with Jeremy and he’s just like “yeah they do that, if it bothers you just throw a blanket over them, that’s what I do”
They would absolutely forget! I've said it before but if any one of them could actually remember shit they'd be unstoppable. But they can't so they are easily foiled by things like keys and filling up on gas and oh yeah, telling their new crewmate and basically sister that they're dating.
Michael and Gav are obvious, always cuddled up on the couch or wearing matching shirts. She makes note of it within a week, alright cool. Her and Gavin become fast friends, and as much as she wants to give Michael some speech about hurting her brother, she knows they're good. They're happy, she doesnt have to worry. Awesome.
And then she's out at a bar with Michael and Jeremy, who, yeah, can sometimes have a certain energy to them. She chalks it up to them being bros, she knows for a fact how in love with Gav Michael is. He wouldn't do anything to hurt him. They're quietly debating something darts related when she leaves for the bathroom, mentally chastising herself for assuming things. It's fine.
But when she comes back she discovers that no, actually, its not fine at all. She turns the corner just in time to see Michael lean down and kiss Jeremy, one arm raised in apparent victory. What the fuck.
She doesn't confront them in that moment, too many people around and too serious of a conversation to have there. She makes up an excuse about not feeling well, heading home. Michael props an elbow on Jeremy's shoulder, asking if she wants them to go with her, and she kicks herself for not realizing sooner.
She makes a beeline for Gav as soon as she gets to the penthouse. Tries to explain, tries her best to let him down gently. He doesn't deserve this.
But Gavin seems mostly unfazed. "Aww, what the hell? You guys went out drinking without me? I missed darts? Who won?"
"I- yeah we did, but- did you hear the part about Michael kissing Jeremy? I feel like you're glossing over that."
"Okay? Michael kissed Jeremy, got it. But did he win though?"
"Maybe? I don't fucking know, I don't fucking care. Why are you not more upset about this?" It makes no fucking sense, really.
"Why would I be upset?" And he does look genuinely confused, like he cant fathom why she's hurt by all of this.
"Because I just told you I saw your boyfriend kissing someone else!"
"Yeah, you saw my boyfriend kiss my other boyfriend. What's the problem?" Like it's obvious. "Oh shit, did you not know that?"
"How could I know if you morons never told me!"
"Whoops."
The next day she goes to see Matt, because there's something else that's been bothering her about the whole situation. If they're happy and shit that's great, she'd much rather not have to kill one of them for being a dick. But there's still the Jeremy and Matt bit that she needs clarification on.
"Hey Matt, I got a question about your boyfriend."
Without looking up from his computer, Matt asks "Which one?" And Fiona immediately walks back out of the room.
Why the fuck is she the last to know about everything?
ohh i know it’s all about found family and staying off the grid and also nile has been officially declared kia but please imagine:
Cass!! My love, my light, congratulations!!! 😘😘 Could I has some soft Din headcanons? 👉🏻👈🏻 Just go buckwild but I would just really love to be carried to bed at some point 🥺
Y’know what? Let’s go with a very domestic Din who has settled down with you and baby, and just to set the scene, image it’s winter and has snowed.
- If your hands run cold (or if you were outside for a while) Din WILL insist on sitting with his own encompassing them until they warm up to a temperature he finds acceptable and is so incredibly stubborn about this that no matter how many times you tell him that you have things to do, he will not let you go.
- ‘You won’t get far with cold hands, cyare.’ Is his go-to response (along with a kiss to your shoulder if you’re sitting with his back to his chest).
- It’s during this time that you’ll talk about your plans for the day if it’s early in the morning, or recount your day, plus what mischief and hijinks baby got up to if one of you was away.
- To check the warmth of your hands he lifts them to his cheeks and holds them there, and listen, when your hands, eclipsed by his, are cupping his face and his eyes sparkle (perhaps from the light of a crackling fire), and his hair is mused and falling in his eyes? you can’t help but pull him close for a kiss (or multiple).
- Din loves making you hot drinks. He can’t articulate why (maybe it’s the simple act of providing for you) but he’s up like a shot the moment you even so much as hint at wanting a cup of tea/coffee/hot chocolate, etc. He’ll take baby with him and wander about the kitchen while waiting for the water to boil/milk to warm, bouncing him on his hip and making him giggle and coo. You can hear it all from your position on the couch and melt at the murmurs you hear of their ‘conversation’.
- Given that he doesn’t need to wear his armour about the house, Din is so tactile
especially because he went for so long without touch. Even when there’s enough space to pass you without brushing against you, he’ll still place his hand on the small of your back as he moves behind you. He loves when you settle down on the couch between his legs with your head on his stomach, or with your back against his chest (see above) and baby nestled in your arms because he can then wrap his arms around his little family and would be perfectly content to stay like that for hours if he could. - If you fall asleep on him, it’s an agonising process of him reorientating himself so he can lift you up without jostling you, and then so, so slowly standing up, holding you close to his chest. If you stir at any moment during this process, he shushes you and kisses your temple in an effort to keep you from fully waking up. After shuffling to your bedroom, he’ll put one foot on the bedframe and rest your back against his thigh so that he can pull the duvet back and get you settled in bed. You always surprise him though when you unconsciously reach out for him as he attempts to move away from you, no matter how long the two of you have been together.
- He knows from experience that you’re most likely to wake up while searching for him, so he’s quick to slip under the covers on his side of the bed and snuggle into you, pulling you close so you don’t wake up in the middle of the night because of a chill (also because he just loves to keep you close, but we’ve already covered that).
hcs for the moment the star wars guys realised they loved you/how? <3
obi-wan knew he loved you when he realised that putting your relationship above the code wasn’t a question. he’d been in love before, during which he’d had inklings about it but with you, it was a certain thing. he would rather have left the order altogether than chosen to live without you. he was determined to make both work - to have you and to be a jedi - but when he realised which one he’d choose when it came down to it? that was when he was certain of his love for you.
anakin knew when he realised that you saw him for him and not as a jedi or as the chosen one. he’d spent so many years with that mantle on his shoulder and the pressure was debilitating. you knew about the prophecies and what was expected of him and you basically said fuck it to all of it. you loved him for his dedication, for his wit and for his courage; things that were related to being a jedi, but not entirely dependent on it. you saw him as a person and not a prophecy and that meant everything to him.
han knew he loved you when he didn’t question committing to you. he’d spent so long running from people, fearing having feelings and accidentally falling in love - with you, he never felt the need. he let himself fall in love with you without even realising. after a few months had passed, all of which had been spent by your side, the realisation just washed over him, just like huh, guess i’m in love. cool.
luke knew he loved you when he realised that you were home to him. even with his aunt & uncle on tatooine, he’d never truly felt a sense of belonging. that only increased tenfold after the war. everything he thought he’d known had been swept out from underneath him - then he found you. it was like he’d been a missing a puzzle piece his entire life and the jigsaw was finally complete. he realised that home wasn’t so much a place, but a person. and it was you.
finn knew he loved you when he realised he could trust you. he’d spent his whole life second-guessing his teammates at the first order and not knowing who to trust or where to turn. with you, it was never a question. he could tell you anything and come to you for anything. it was a feeling of relief - the ability to let go of a breathe he didn’t realise he’d been holding. the realisation that you had one another’s backs through thick and thin is when he realised what love meant to him.
poe knew he loved you when he realised that shara would have loved you. kes kept her memory alive well enough for poe to know exactly what she was like; he had a clear idea of the kind of person she’d want her son with. someone who he could look after, but someone who would look after him in return. someone brave, and selfless, and with the ability to keep up with his cocky wit and see through it when need be. you were all of that and more. the moment he realised he loved you was the first time he’d felt whole again after losing his mum.
din knew he loved you when he realised that you didn’t treat him any differently because of his armour or his helmet. arguably, that was the moment you met, but that’s not important (or so he’d argue). you never felt intimidated by him or put out by his mysterious presence. it was like the beskar was invisible to you - you immediately treated him like din and not like the mandalorian. it wasn’t something he realised he needed until he had it with you.
cassian knew he loved you when he realised what a bad-ass you were. it was clear as day from the moment he met you, but it sort of...washed over him one day. he looked at you and he thought ‘fuck yeah. that’s my bad ass.’ it was almost a moment of disbelief, as though he couldn’t understand his luck. he knew then that no matter what, he was nevet letting go of you.
anakin skywalker fluff alphabet
as requested by @drinksomecoco {happy belated birthday!💕)
i wrote this on my phone bc my laptop charger is broken (thank fuck for amazon prime) so pls excuse any grammar errors, i have proof read it but a few might have slipped through
Since your currently accepting headcanon requests, how do you think the Star Wars boys would react to the reader getting critically injured (not to point of death mind you!) Thank you muchly!
ok i’m gonna start with din cos the man has been living rent free in my head - his immediate reaction would be instant kill. whoever dared to lay a hand on you or hurt you is as good as dead. no, they’re actually dead. this is a man who will stop at nothing - and i quite literally mean nothing - to protect his loved ones. he’ll use his intimidating presence to demand that you get seen by a medic and if he has to, he’ll use every last one of his credits to pay for it (assuming the fact he’s a six foot pile of beskar doesn’t let you get it for free). you won’t see the true effect your injury has had on him until you’re laying in the dark, and he’s muttering to you about how much he loves you and how much you mean to him. after that, he’s going to be glued to your side for a few weeks minimum.
poe would be the opposite. he’d be calm and composed in the moment, focusing on you and you only. he’d make sure that another member of his squad dealt with whoever hurt you, so that he could stay by your side. he’d grip onto your hand the whole way to the medical room, muttering to you about how strong you are and how you’re going to pull through - and he has the kind of voice that makes the words easy to believe. he’d have mentally taken a note of your exact injuries to the best of his ability, so when you do get to a nurse, he can explain to them precisely what you need. once you’re bandaged up and stable, he won’t leave your side. if he can’t fit in the bed next to you, he’ll sleep on the floor beside you. he won’t once let it slip how scared he was, or how worried he was that he was going to lose you; he’s overwhelmed with relief, if anything.
finn panics when you have a head cold, so he would almost go insane with worry. once he gets wind of the fact you’ve been injured, he’s going to immediately drop what he’s doing and get to your side as quick as possible. heck, the man is probably more worried than you, and you’re the one who’s just run through blaster fire. he’s definitely not happy about the idea of being separated from you so you can be taken into a treatment room and it takes the combined power of poe, rey, leia and rose to convince him to wait back. it’s driven, for the most part, by his fear of losing you. once the worry had subsided and finn has calmed down a little, he’ll sit by your bedside and just talk to you. even if you only mumble in response, it’s just nice to know he’s there
obi-wan would barely falter - not physically, at least. in his head, he’s getting lost in thoughts of losing you but he won’t show it. he tries to seek solace in the force, through meditation and feeling how steady and strong your presence is. obi-wan can’t help but give you a bit of a lecture on staying safe in the field -- but you can hear through his words that it comes from a place of love. he’ll probably try and elbow his way into joining you on missions for the next few weeks, just to keep an eye on you.
han would...well, he’d be quintessentially han. he’d kick up a fuss, demanding that he get to see you in the medical room, trying to pull the ‘do you know who i am?!’ card. when the poor nurses inevitably don’t know who he is, it usually takes luke or leia stepping in to talk some sense into him. his immediate reaction is to get angry. not at you, or the situation, or even the person who hurt you (chewie dealt with them). for han, it’s always been his way of hiding his fear and his vulnerabilities. it’s a little misdirected and a little aloof, but once he knows you’re going to be okay, he immediately drops the front and he’s practically on his knees beside you, pressing kisses all over your face and muttering i love you, i love you, i love you. for many of the people around him, it’s the first time they’ve seen him so emotional - and god forbid they ever bring it up, they’ll get a nasty black eye.
luke would try and make himself useful. he had his fair share of rough tumbles growing up, so he knows a thing or two about first aid. he’d spring into action, immediately helping bandage you up, finding bactaspray and hunting down the nearest painkillers. he’s so busy helping you that he barely has a chance to stop and worry -- and by the time he does, he’s just grateful you’re okay. he’ll be nurse skywalker for the next few days, making sure that you’re healing okay and that you’re in one piece.