Star Wars Imagines/Preferences

Your First Fight |Poe, Han, and Anakin|

•P O E•

You had been working hard on Poe's X-wing when you spot him coming towards you. You stand to greet him, but he's stopped when his ex, Jess Pava, comes up to him. They're talking and Poe's smiling.  You're curious, so you start towards them.

Before you can reach them, Jess hugs him and he hugs her back, his head leaning on top of hers. She walks away with a skip in her step, and she winks at you before going inside the  Rec Room. You scowl and storm towards Poe.

"What was that?!" You demand.

Poe frowns. "What was what?"

"You just hugged your ex, what do you mean what was that?"

"She was just congratulating me, calm down Tinkerbell." He said, chuckling. You cross your arms and glare at him. "What?" He asks.

"Poe, you said you weren't involved with her anymore. You even made a 'poof' in my face to indicate that she wasn't involved with you anymore."

"Listen Y/N, you have nothing to worry about, okay. There's nothing going on. I promise you."

You puff out an angry sigh and turn on your heel. You want to believe in Poe, but it's hard when everyone's out to get your man. You consider a break.

•H A N•

"You're not coming." Han said.

You had asked to come with him and Chewie to fight with the rebels. They had to leave and go blow up, another Death Star.

"I'm not letting you go unless I do. Look what happened when I wasn't there." You prompted.

"I'm here now aren't I?"

"Because I was with you. Please Han, let me come. I don't even have to fight. I can-"

"No Y/N! The answer is no! You can't come!"

"Fine." You said, choking back tears.

He knew you didn't like being yelled at, because it reminded you of being yelled at back in Jabba's Palace. It made you feel downgraded. Han's eyes softened and he reached for your hand, but you stepped back and turned away.

•A N A K I N•

Again Anakin was worked up over a the Council's decisions. They had denied him the job he'd wanted, but Mace Windu had told him that he wasn't trained hard enough.

"Trained hard enough my ass. I'm supposed to be The Chosen One. I've been trained for this since I was born." He said, slamming his palm against the wall.

You thought about it. Maybe it was for the best. He could be hurt or killed even. You thought for once, that maybe the council was right.

"Anakin, it might be for the best. If The Chosen One was killed, they don't have a spare in the closet." You suggested.

"Y/N that's not the point. They're supposed to be preparing me for a battle larger than any. How am I supposed to be ready for it if I can't prepare myself with smaller battles such as these?"

"Anakin-"

"I wouldn't expect you to understand. You're just a handmaiden."

You scowled. "I'm not just a handmaiden. I'm your girlfriend too, which means we both respect each other, despite what we do for a living." You snap.

"Y/N I'm sor-"

"Save it." You spit, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind you.