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poe dameron- the feeling of you

Summary: General Organa asks for your help to find a traitor in the Resistance, and you’d do anything for the cause. But your empathic abilities are constantly distracted by someone whose feelings are stronger than anyone you’ve ever met, Poe Dameron. (~2.7k)

Contents: Love at first sight, Poe is so sweet, fluff and a kiss, reader's gender/pronouns not mentioned or described

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Leia’s communication was only 3 words, “come visit us,” followed by a set of coordinates.

She’d always played things close to her chest.

You’d told her if the Resistance ever needed help, to count on you. As an empath, the constant stress and hope of war was no place for you on a day-to-day basis. You preferred to live alone, but your heart was always with the Resistance.

You helped coordinate drop zones and supply runs. Put people in touch with each other. Anything that could be done by the small comms relay that was set up on your forgotten corner of the outer rim.

A week or two in person, though, would be manageable. You found yourself looking forward to talking to people face to face again.

You landed on the warm, jungle planet that was the current Resistance HQ. The afternoon sun was hot, but not sweltering. It was lovely and a lot like the planet you’d been living on.

The mood on base was good. There had been a minor victory that had lifted spirits recently. Some were worried about the next battle, whenever that might come.

There was curiosity about the small ship of people who had arrived, you among them. The bustle of people parted to make way for passengers disembarking, but also for one man. You felt him before you could see him.

Love rolled off of him like a wave breaking through a levee.

You stepped back automatically.

You could not be near this guy. He felt too much. It drowned out everything else. While it was surprisingly comforting, it wasn’t what you were here for.

“Stop,” you said gently but loudly, letting him know not to come any further.

You could all but smell the leather from his jacket from here, feel his dark, curly hair between your fingers.

His smile faltered, a little like a puppy who’d been shut outside all alone. He waved from behind the people bustling back and forth between you two.

“I’m Poe Dameron,” he yelled. “Leia sent me.”

You nodded. “She should’ve known better.”

One of his dark eyebrows winged upward. He scratched a hand through his messy hair. “Not really sure what that means, but I’m supposed to escort you to her. Call me Poe.”

He felt bad, thought you didn’t like him.

That wasn’t it at all. Of course you liked him, right away. Your gut always knew about people. Poe was… well, there were a lot of words your heart wanted to use to describe him. You settled for thinking of him as distracting.

You’d wanted to get a read on people as you walked around base for the first time, and into the command center. But if Poe Dameron was with you, he’d be the only thing you’d feel. You just knew it.

But he was here now, and you didn’t want to be the one who put that look on his face.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized as you walked up to him.

Poe took your bag, his beautiful eyes examining your face. He could tell something was off about you, which was strange in itself. Your ability wasn’t something most other people could sense.

“I’m an empath. You have extraordinarily strong emotions,” you said, standing closer to him. His feelings were like a warm blanket around you, cozying you in toward him.

The corners of his mouth turned down. “Oh, I’m sorry, do I make you uncomfortable? I can get someone else to take you to Leia.”

And he was sweet.

You smiled, trying to put him back at ease, cursing Leia for sending you a guy to be halfway in love within 30 seconds of landing here.

“Not uncomfortable exactly,” you explain as Poe leads you toward the central building. “It’s weirdly nice actually. Like wearing earplugs or something. You’re the only thing I can feel. Usually a place like this would be chaos. I’d probably be panicking by now.” You paused. “Which is probably why Leia sent you. She knew you’d help me adjust to being around people again. She never stops being brilliant, does she?”

Poe grinned. “Sounds like her. We’re playing chess and she’s playing… well, nothing. She’s just practically omnipotent sometimes.”

You laughed. “She’s more powerful than almost anyone in the galaxy. She’s just humble and hides it well.”

Poe waved to almost everyone, smiling, as you walked with him.

“She prefers to let other people take the credit,” he said. “A lesson she’s always trying to teach me.”

“You’re not an egomanic, Poe. Your excitement and optimism just outweigh your forward-thinking sometimes.” You gave him a pained smile. “Sorry. I shouldn’t talk to people about themselves without them asking.”

“No, it’s interesting. And accurate,” Poe said as he paused outside an open hangar door.

His brown eyes looked into yours, crinkled at the corners.

“No, but thank you,” you said before he could speak again.

His head tilted. “You can read minds too?”

You shook your head. “Your emotions are so strong I feel like I can sense what you’re about to say. As much as I’d love to hang out with you, I’m here to work.”

Poe bit his lower lip briefly, but it wasn’t in his nature to give up after the first try.

“I was going to ask you to come with me to dinner tonight. Doesn’t have to just be the two of us if you don’t want. I’m happy to introduce you around. Probably a better idea. Leia might not have told me you were an empath, but she did tell me why you’re here. She and I have been trying to figure it out for weeks.”

He was worried, agonized over the idea of a mole in the Resistance. The idea that someone he considered family could betray them caused him almost physical pain.

You reached out and squeezed his arm.

“Why don’t I come find you later, see how I feel. I’m sure I’ll have questions and it seems like Leia’s going to tell me that you’re the person I should bother with them,” you said.

Poe’s long eyelashes waved slightly in the breeze. He was feeling something about the way your hand felt on his arm. You pulled back.

“You’re not a bother,” Poe said. “I’m happy to be your feelings shield any time you want.”

Not a lie. He really would be happy to help you whenever you needed, and you knew he was eventually going to ask you out on a real date. Poe had decided, at least part of him had, that you were his.

You weren’t even sure if he knew it himself.

And you definitely weren’t ready to deal with it.

*****

A few days around base, even though you assured him you were more comfortable, Poe had found lame excuses to bump into you no less than five times.

Sometimes he wanted to check you were okay. Sometimes, you felt his gaze on you for long stretches of time before he came up to say hi.

You caught yourself daydreaming about him more than once.

Unavoidable because he was the dictionary definition of “dreamy,” but it was more than that.

Poe’s spirit was everywhere.

You’d yet to meet anyone who hadn’t been touched by his kindness or mentorship.

Yet to meet anyone who hadn’t heard you were new to base.

Poe had evidently told people to be nice to you. Helpful and part of the positive atmosphere that he couldn’t help but create, but also it felt like wherever you went, he lingered in the air. Like an aura that was always protecting you.

A handsome aura with a neck that you wanted to bury your face against. Arms you wanted to surround you. Thighs that you could sink your teeth into.

“Hey. What’s making you smile like that?”

Poe’s voice made you jump so hard you almost fell off your stool in the mess hall. You immediately felt your face get hot as you stared at your bowl of breakfast mush.

He sat down next to you, reached out and brushed the knuckle of his pointer finger down your cheek.

“I hope you were thinking about me,” he said, half-jokingly. His grin widened when you didn’t respond. “Well well well, seems like you’re not the only one around here who can sense feelings. You were thinking about me.”

You picked up your tray and stood up. “I have work to do.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” Poe said, resting his arm casually on the long, metal table. “The sooner you’re done, the sooner we can talk about ‘us.’”

You glared at him, but there wasn’t any anger in it. “Lower your voice, please.”

Poe pretended to think about it dramatically. “No, I don’t think I will. I haven’t felt this good in a year and a half. You were thinking about me,” he repeats, obviously delighted.

He reached out and ran his hand down your arm.

“I think about you too,” he said, quieter, looking up at you from his seat.

Your breath caught in your chest. It built pressure behind your ribcage and breast bone. It was almost painful.

As used to holding back your emotions are you were, it felt impossible to do with Poe.

He stood, his body close to yours, almost putting himself between you and the rest of the room. He smelled clean, the faintest hint of oil and something masculine that made your stomach clench.

He knew the way he affected people, of course he did. Until this moment, though, he’d had no idea that he affected you like this.

You felt that he wanted to say more, really ask about your feelings, but to your surprise, Poe felt a little nervous about your answer.

“You okay? I was just teasing you. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said.

His dark eyes, almost as infinite as space itself, searched your face.

“I’m not uncomfortable,” you say with a reassuring smile. “I just didn’t expect this. Any of this.”

“What?” He asks.

“You.”

Though Poe didn’t technically have any special abilities besides his piloting and capacity for hope (and his hair), how unafraid he was of his feelings was like a power in itself. He had no idea how rare that quality was.

That he wasn’t afraid to celebrate out loud or to cry in front of others. That he was maybe the only person you’d ever met who meant it every time he asked how someone else was doing.

That he was in love with you.

That warm haze of Poe’s feelings you’d been snuggled into hadn’t just been his good heart and a crush.

It was love.

And even though you’d never been one to believe in this sort of thing, you’d fallen in love with him at first sight too.

“We can’t talk here. Can we go somewhere private?” You asked him.

He nodded, his hand on your lower back. He led you out of the mess hall and down the hallways to the guest quarter wing. He punched in the default code to an empty room and you felt like you could breathe again when it was just you two.

“When we first met, you being all I could feel was almost overwhelming,” you said. Your hands scrunched up the fabric of your pants. “Now, I can’t imagine feeling any other way.”

Poe’s brown eyes got big.

“Don’t say anything yet,” you said desperately.

Poe’s lips pressed together so hard, the skin around his mouth went white.

“I think I know what’s going on with the mole. Or what I mean to say is, I think the information that’s getting out is from the transport pilots that the Resistance is hiring. Maybe even the one who brought me here. I’m not sure. I’m almost positive they’re doing it for the money. People are starving out there. I should’ve felt it sooner, but on my way here I was so nervous it didn’t occur to me to examine absolutely everyone.”

“That’s not your fault. We never would’ve known at all if it weren’t for you,” Poe said, unable to keep silent. “Leia said she's working on shutting down the leak. I’m sure you figured out I’ve been trying to check in on you, but I thought you were trying to avoid me. You were busy.”

He scratched his jaw awkwardly.

“I know this is selfish, but is there any way you can stay?” Poe’s words were fast, convincing. “Your work here is done, but we haven’t even really talked. Not about important stuff. Not that you have to talk to me about important stuff. We could just go outside and walk, or whatever, or sit down. Um. That’s not really a good date. Sitting on the ground. And I haven’t even asked you on one. Damn… I sound like an idiot.”

He rubbed his hands over his face. He snapped his fingers, a grin back on his face.

“I know what our first date should be. There’s this patch of jungle here that looks like home. My home. Yavin. Pretty pond with bioluminescent fish, tiny purple guys. It’s kind of a hike to get there. The trees are too close for a speeder. But the further we get from base and people, the better for you, right?” He was excited, gaining momentum. “We’d be alone. We’ve never been alone before.”

“I’ve been alone for years,” you said quietly, realizing this was the start of your entire life changing.

Poe’s empathy reached out for you like a hug. Enveloping you in his understanding, his determination that you never feel alone, his certainty that you wouldn’t be. You’d have him.

“So,” Poe said softly, “will you go on a date with me?”

“Yes, and I’d like you to show me around base some more. If I’m going to be spending more time here, I’d like to know the ins and outs.”

His face broke into a huge smile. “Great. Yeah, definitely. I don’t really have an office, or I’d let you set up there.” He runs a hand through his hair. “But you can stick with me if you need a mental break. Although, I’m usually doing a million things at once. My brain’s all over the place. Probably not the most relaxing for you.”

“It’ll be perfect,” you reassured him. “All I need is you.”

You felt embarrassed, knowing how it sounded. Poe, however, found it completely adorable. Irresistible.

His hands reached for yours before he even realized it.

You felt something unexpected from Poe. Relief, some loosening of a tension inside of him that neither of you knew he’d had.

In your short time on D’Qar you’d seen how much Poe gave himself to the cause, with everything he had. He hadn’t realized that he also needed support. Someone to champion for him, hold him, smile just for him.

You wanted to do those things so badly. So, so badly.

As tangled as your feelings were with his, you had no idea who’d kissed who. But it was electric, like melting together, the heat driving your lips and tongues and hands over each others’ bodies.

If this was loving Poe Dameron, then you never wanted to do anything else.

Your mind was a hazy wash of him, his emotions and yours. Poe was the one to hold your face in his hand and break the kiss. You felt hypnotized by him.

His chest lifted and fell with heavy breaths. He held you close, mouth tucked against your skin.

“First, a first date,” he said. “Then, a second.”

“I never took you for the old-fashioned type,” you said with a teasing smile.

Poe looked a little hesitant. You knew what he felt.

“I’m not. I’m all systems go, usually, when I find someone I’m really interested in. Not that this is like that. This is very different,” he clarified. “What I’m trying to say, and I don’t really know how-“

“I know,” you said quietly. "I feel the same way."

“Of course you know,” he lifted his face to smile at you.

“So,” you used your fingertips to brush the curly hair off of his forehead, “tomorrow, our first date. And then…”

Poe kissed the tip of your nose. Your mouth drifted toward his, feeling the word forming in his throat before he could even say it.

His lips against yours, you smiled before he spoke. A one word emotion that you’d never felt from anyone, and certainly not from yourself

“Forever,” he whispered.

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Found

After years of not seeing each other, you had finally gotten over Poe Dameron, that is until he has to ruin it by suddenly appearing back into your life after smashing your heart into pieces. Yet, there’s someone different about him.

Pairings: poe dameron x readee

Warnings and whatnots: Reconciliation. Friends to lovers. Slight angst, fluff in the end.

Continuation of Gone <- read this first!!

It had been years since you left the resistance to go back to your home planet. After practically getting your heart stomped on by the guy you thought you actually had a chance with, you decided to leave and live a nice contemporary life in the countryside as a healer and medic.

You were quite content with your life, having rebuilt old relationships with old friends. You were finally moving on with life.

Poe, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He didn’t seem to be able to get you off his mind and it dismayed him. He wanted to find you. He had half the mind to just quit the resistance and try to find you, apologise for whatever he had done and hope you’d accept him. Yet, he couldn’t . War was still on the brink of happening so why leave now?

“Dameron.” A voice calls out to him. He looks up from his thumbs. He hums, realising he had just blurred out at the thought of you again in the meeting.

“Did you hear what I said?” Leia asked. Poe clears his throat, embarrassed that he hadn’t. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I want you, Rey and Finn to go to The Elder World and find the Healer of the countryside.”

Poe agrees, not that there was much he can do anyway. Yet, a part of him lit up as he heard of the place he was supposed to go to.

The Elder World.

That was your home planet. He wondered if this person that he had to meet, they would know you.

So there he was, finally landing in the heavy forest next to the countryside of The Elder World. Finn pats his shoulder as they begin to walk to town. Everyone here was supposed to be in support of the resistance, so no need to be that wary.

They had asked around, trying to find this so called healer. Poe seemed intrigued by this person and eventually they were led to a little cottage near the outskirts of town. It was beautiful and charming. Poe looks at Rey and Finn, nervousness starting to consume him. What was wrong with him? Why was he so nervous?

Rey knocks on the door, and a tall boy opens it. Was this the healer?

Poe looks up at him, he felt a tinge of sadness envelop him. He was stupid for hoping that the person who would answer was you.

On the other side of the door though, you could hear your brother talk to someone. You fix up your dress and go to the front door, wiping your eyes that had dark eyebags beneath them. You were tired, but happy.

“Yes? How may I assist you? Broken bones? Bleeding? Coughs?” You ask, as you approach the door, not entirely looking at your patients. You stop in your tracks as you realise who was in front of you.

Poe’s eyes widen as he sees you. Rey and Finn look at each other before staring back at you. Poe pushes away your brother and immediately lines to hug you. You were enveloped by him. His hug was tight, and compressing. You didn’t hug him back immediately but you finally put your arms back around him.

You pull away, a feeling of longing still present in your heart. You shake the thought away. Why was he here? After everything, here he was in front of you. After getting your broken heart finally put back together, he came back to smash the leftovers of your broken heart into smithereens.

Before he could start his sentence, you interjected, “What are all of you doing here?” Rey explains the situation to you. You keep your eyes trained on her, but you could feel Poe staring at you. You shiver under his gaze. You pinch your nose as you think about their problem. “Do you seriously need me?”

“Yes.” Poe answers, too quickly. You ignore him, but sigh.

“Fine. I’ll get my things, but immediately after, I want to go back here.” You emphasise. Poe shrinks as he hears you say that, and a tinge of pity hits your heart but you ignore it, going inside.

Poe follows you in. He tries to talk to you but you decide to ignore him. You didn’t know why. He didn’t exactly do anything wrong. He didn’t know you liked him, so why were you so upset at him?

Poe finally caught the hint and left you alone. You were grateful, but a part of you still felt bad. Why did you miss his yapping so much?

The trip back to the resistance’s base would take 3 days, which meant you had to be in an enclosed place with him for three whole days.

The first day was filled with silence. You boarded the Millenium Falcon after waving and saying your goodbyes. You could see Poe cringe every time you hugged or kissed the cheek of your male friends. How odd. When you boarded, Poe had showed you your room, it was awkward with minimal talking from your side. It had been a while since you saw the Millenium Falcon and it was nice to see her back. Poe tried to crack jokes but he stopped after seeing your lack of response. He didn’t flirt with you, which you were happy with. The day went by quietly, with you keeping quietly in your room.

The second day was filled with a bit more talking, though it was mostly silent. Poe didn’t bother you much. He kept to himself and seemed to be avoiding you. You were grateful but didn’t understand. To your knowledge, Poe wasn’t the type to give up. The only time you saw him that day was when you ate.

The third day was the most interesting. It started with hard banging from your door, waking you up.

“Hey, It’s Poe… I want to talk.”

You sigh, before getting up and letting him up. He gives you a shy smile before sitting down at your desk. You gave him an odd look, he normally bee-lined for your bed.

“Yes?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I don’t quite understand what I did but please tell me. I hate the fact you’re not talking to me and I’m incredibly sorry. It’s been hard without you and now that you’re here but you don’t want to talk to me… it’s harder. Please, tell me what’s wrong… Why did you leave? Tell me. Tell me so I can get better. Tell me so I can make it up to you.” He bursts out, letting it all out.

You stand, shocked. Your arms cross atop each other, as you watch the man break down in front of you. You were stunned to silence.

“What did I do wrong?” He mutters out to you, finally looking at you.

“You.. you didn’t do anything wrong.” You sighed, taking a seat next to him. He gives you a perplexed look.

“I… I liked you Poe, and I was convinced you liked me too, but I was stupid and it turns out you liked that Zorii girl and I couldn’t just ruin everything so I…”

You didn’t finish your sentence, looking at Poe. Poe processes what you say. “You liked me?”

You didn’t answer him. You looked away.

“Do you… do you still like me?” Poe asks. You couldn’t answer him. You couldn’t even answer yourself when you asked yourself the same question.

“Well, that’s a shame… since… I like you too.” Poe says, leaning back. You turn your head back and stare at him.

“What?”

“I like you, but since you don’t like me back then…” Poe says, the same careless smile now back on his smile. You look at him, slapping his shoulder.

“You idiot.” You huff at him.

“I’m being serious. I like you.”

You look at him, and for once, you don’t see the playfulness in his eyes that he always had. It was gone and filled with seriousness.

“Tell me, do you like me back?”

You stared back and a smile crept up your face. A smile that had been gone for so long.

“I like you too Poe.”

But I’m Here In Your Doorway

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Based on these lines from this is me trying: 

Pulled the car off the road to the lookout Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say But I'm here in your doorway

Word count: ~2.6k

Warnings: mentions of and encounter with possible suicide, injuries (blood, bruises, etc), mention of (previous) deaths

Summary: reader loses everything. after she nearly makes an irreversible decision, she goes to Poe for help. 

GIF not mine

The screams of your squadron members bounce around in your head. It was your fault, you knew that. You shouldn’t have set off without checking your ship. Without checking for any trackers. So it wasn’t a surprise when, out of nowhere, a group of TIEs burst out of hyperspace, straight into your fleet like pins being knocked over by 30 flying bowling balls. You had watched, helplessly, as your friends - your family - were picked off one-by-one. As they went up into terrifyingly bright balls of gas and flame and smoke. It was your fault. All your fault. 

Part of you was trying to cling onto the notion that you couldn’t have known, how could you have known? But the majority of your mind beat back those thoughts, letting the sickening guilt take over and push you into a dark corner. Debriefing had been a nightmare. General Organa had, of course, told you that it wasn’t your fault, that it was nobody’s fault but the spy she hadn’t discovered in time. She could sense the weight on your shoulders, sense you falling into a pit inside of yourself. 

After the meeting, she had pulled you aside.

“Y/N. I need you to look at me,” she said, turning your head gently but firmly with her right hand. “It isn’t your fault. You did everything you could. Sometimes, things are just out of our control.”

“I know,” you lied, just wanting this conversation to be over. Leia could sense your apprehension, and sighed.

“Look, I know that nothing I say is going to change how you feel, because I’ve been there, and I know what you’re thinking. I know it’s hard. Trust me.” you look down at the floor, scuffing the tip of your boot across the dusty ground. “It will get better. I promise you.”

“Thanks, general.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Leia?” she asks lightly as you turn to walk away.

“A few more, apparently,” you respond, the ghost of a false smile resting over your face. With that, you turn on your heel and head to your quarters. 

You step through the door as it slides open and sit down on your bed. You reach for your datapad, wanting to distract yourself with something. 

You click the screen on, and your heart drops. Staring back at you are the smiling faces of your squadron. You’re all clustered around Mari’s new droid, with hands on its shiny purple head. She had been so happy to get that little guy. 

Now they were both nothing more than dust drifting through the empty expanse of space.

 You hurl the tablet at the wall, watching as the screen shatters and falls to the floor. 

You place your head in your hands, silent sobs racking your body. You clench your hair in your hands, knuckles turning white. You stand up, body shaking, and walk out of your quarters.

You pass Finn in the hallway. He smiles at you, but you can’t bring yourself to do the same. You feel awful as he looks back at you as you pass him, but at this point there’s no use trying to fix it. You trudge outside and up to your x-wing sitting on the tarmac, the edges of the wings blackened from smoke. You glance around, checking the coast is clear, then scurry up the ladder and into the cockpit. You check the time. 

1800. 

Sighing, you boot up your craft and quickly take off. You cruise over the base a few times, watching everyone go about their day. Like nothing happened. Like 10 of the most beautiful, vibrant souls hadn’t just been snuffed like a match. You swallow the knot in your throat and head for the atmosphere. You need to get away from here. 

-

“General Organa!” Leia turns, to see a frenzied runway tech sprinting towards her. “Y/N took off on an unauthorized flight.” 

Leia swallows thickly, her heart dropping. “How long ago?”

“We noticed she was left just now - but it looks like she’s been gone about an hour.” 

“Then there’s nothing we can do but hope she comes back safely.”

“That’s what I was worried about.”

-

You land on a nearby forest planet, after searching for about ten minutes for a place to touch down. You pick a plateau on the Western side, lowering your land gear as you begin to descend. You hop down from your ship onto the grassy earth, and look around. 

It’s quiet up here. There’s a soft wind blowing, and it weaves delicate fingers through your hair and across your face as you take off your helmet. You let it fall to the ground, and decide to walk around for a bit. You make your way to the edge of the plateau, and look out across the forest beyond. It stretches on for miles, a swath of dark green. The last rays of the sun blaze across the sky, painting the clouds with a pink-orange hue. 

You glance down, and your heart drops to your toes. It’s a long way to the ground below. You begin to back up, but for some reason you find yourself stopping. You get closer to the edge, still looking down. It would be so easy to just take another step. Just one more. All of this would be over. You wouldn’t have to feel this guilt anymore. 

Your knee lifts up slowly.

Realizing what you’re about to do, you scramble back, falling to the dirt. You brace your hands on the ground, digging your fingers into the earth to anchor yourself. Your chest heaves, and your vision spins. The ground seems to buckle, to toss you around. The sky bends and arches above you as you struggle to breathe. You roll over onto your stomach and wrap your arms around your knees. 

You don’t know how long you lie there, but by the time you have the courage to stand up and walk again, the moon is floating in the sky above you, and the stars glimmer against a black backdrop. 

You climb back into your x-wing and sit there, staring at your dashboard. Your eyes meet one of the few pictures leaned against the fuel gague. You and Poe lean against his x-wing a few months ago. You have your arms wrapped around each other. He’s kissing your cheek, and you’re laughing, open-mouthed, your nose scrunched up and your eyes shut tight. 

You take a shuddering breath. Poe. You couldn’t believe what you’d almost done - what you still might do, if you don’t get out of here. You couldn’t leave him like that. You rapidly go through your flight checklist and then take off, headed back to base. 

You land on the tarmac around 0200, exhausted and beaten down by your own thoughts. You hop out of your ship, landing on the ground with a thud. 

You start walking, not really knowing where your legs are taking you, but you end up at Poe’s quarters. You can hear movement inside the room. You raise a trembling hand and knock once.

He opens the door, and his eyes widen. His mouth moves silently, searching for words.

You swallow thickly, a nervous knot tying in your stomach. 

He takes a step toward you, not quite believing what he’s seeing. Leia had told him that you’d left suddenly after their meeting, and he had grown worried that you were hurt, or worse. But here you are, standing in front of him. Your form is limp and you’re drawn into yourself. Your face and neck are caked with blood and dirt, and your eyes are clouded and empty. 

“Hi,” you say weakly. He quickly closes the gap between the both of you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. Your arms hang limp beside you.

“Stardust,” he breathes, holding you tightly. “I was so worried.”

Tears prick the corners of your eyes, falling down your face and onto Poe’s shoulder. He pulls back, concerned. Cradling your face in his hands, his eyebrows crease with worry. 

He looks down at you, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb. There’s a silent question written across his features. You shake your head tearfully. You don’t know what to say. 

“Baby…” he whispers, pulling you close to his chest again. You clutch at the back of his shirt with shaking hands.“I’m here now - you’re safe. You’re ok, you’re ok, you’re ok.” He repeats those two words over and over like a mantra, equally to himself as to you. “Let’s get you inside, ok?” he says, and you nod. Placing a hand on the small of your back, he guides you into his quarters. 

“I’ll grab some clothes for you,” he says as you sit down on the edge of the bed. He rustles through his drawers, eventually coming up with a long-sleeved olive green shirt and a pair of grey boxer shorts. He sets them on the bed next to you. “Are you good to take a shower?” You think about it for a minute, and slowly shake your head. The idea of being pounded with thousands of tiny droplets makes you want to hide under a blanket. 

“Too much,” you murmur, and he nods in understanding. 

“Ok, love, that’s fine. We do need to clean you off and deal with these cuts, though.” he gestures to the lacerations across your skin. You nod weakly. You hear him pad over to the refresher unit and grab a medkit and some washcloths, which he wets under some running water from the sink. 

He kneels in front of you, and motions for you to take off your flight suit. You slip it halfway off, letting it rest around your waist. Poe sucked in a breath through his teeth as he saw the bruises blooming across your torso and arms. You’d gotten tossed around pretty bad, getting knocked through space by several of the TIEs. You’d slammed your sternum right into the dashboard at one point, and small fragments of something had slashed open nearly every bit of exposed skin and even some under your suit. 

“Y/N…” he says quietly, tearing up. You bite the inside of your cheek, hating to see him so upset. 

He gets to work cleaning your cuts. He’s as gentle as he can be, but you still hiss as the cold water on the washcloth cleans out your cuts, and tears start to fall as he bandages up a particularly bad cut on your stomach. He holds your hand the whole time, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you need to, never even flinching as your vice grip tightens around his fingers. 

“Ok, baby, let me check your legs and then you’re all set,” he says, and you turn away, face flushing with nervousness. He’s confused for a second, then has a moment of understanding. He’s never seen you naked - you weren’t ready to get intimate yet, so you guys had been taking it slow, and now really wasn’t the best time to breach that barrier. “You can change into the shorts first,” he says quietly, and you look back at him gratefully. 

You make your way to the refresher unit, shutting the door behind you. You peel off your flight suit the rest of the way, followed by your undergarments, crusted with blood from the cuts on your stomach. You pile the discarded clothes in a pile by the shower, and slip on the shirt and shorts Poe had leant you. You take the opportunity to glance into the mirror above the sink, and grimace at the reflection that gazes back at you. Hair messy and tangled, face bruised and covered with small cuts, you were not a pretty sight to behold. Sighing, you head back into the main room. 

Sitting back down on the bed, you lean against the wall and stretch your legs out in front of you. Poe sits down on the mattress next to you, surveying your exposed limbs. They aren’t as bad as the upper half of your body, but they definitely aren’t good. He dabs at the cuts gently, taking your hand again. He mutters sweet nothings as you clench your teeth and shut your eyes tightly for the next few minutes as he finishes up. 

“All done,” he eventually says, and you relinquish your grip on his hand, wiping the tears from your eyes. He looks up at you, and you almost melt at the love in his eyes. You realize in that moment how lucky you are - that no matter what, he’ll always take care of you. Always. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly, and he smiles softly, opening his arms. You crawl over to where he’s leaned against the headboard and collapse into his embrace, breathing beginning to even out. 

“You need sleep, baby,” he says, and you nod. “You can stay here, if you want.” You nod again, and he presses a kiss to your hair. “I’ll grab some extra blankets from the closet.” He gets up and goes to retrieve them. You get under his comforter and lay your head down on one of the pillows. Your eyes drift closed.

 Poe pads back over to the bed and pauses, looking down at you. He swallows thickly, tearing up. He makes a promise to himself then and there that he’d never lose you like that. Never again. 

He lays another blanket over you, then switches off the lights. He quickly changes into some sleep clothes and then gets under the covers, laying down facing you. 

“Poe?” you mumble, searching for his face in the dark. 

“Right here, honey,” he says softly, and you inch closer to him, a bit nervous to get too close. He senses your unease and smiles softly. “Cmere,” he says, draping a hand over your waist and pulling you close to him. You tuck your head against his chest, a warm feeling creeping into your very core. Being this close to him is grounding. You take a deep breath in. The scent of the lavender soap he uses clings to his skin, and it washes over you. You listen to his breathing, feel the rise and fall of his chest. 

“I love you,” you breathe, eyes widening as you realize what you just said. The two of you haven’t exactly said it before. You feel Poe freeze beside you, and your heart drops. You mentally kick yourself. How could you say that right now?

“I love you too,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. You blush furiously as he tilts your head up with his thumb and forefinger. “To the edge of the universe and back.” He presses his lips to yours, feather soft. 

“I love you,” you say again, just because you can. He smiles softly. 

“I’m proud of you, I want you to know that,” he says after a while. “For...getting through all this. I know it hurts, and it’ll stay that way for a bit, but…” he pauses, taking your hand in his. “But I’ll always be here if you need me. To talk, or just listen. You can lean on me, ok?”

“Ok,” you say quietly, looking up into his eyes. 

“Ok,” he whispers.

“Ok.” You smile, and his heart flips at the beauty of it. He pulls you into his chest once more, and you’re out like a light almost instantly. He presses his lips to your forehead before drifting off, holding you tightly in his arms.

hi could i pls request a poe x reader fic where he goes to visit you in your quarters after he gets back from a mission but you've fallen asleep at your desk studying for some sort of medical training exam and its super fluffy and cute?

Rest

a/n: this was so cute to write! tysm for the request!! <3

word count: 745

warnings: none, this is pure fluff

gif not mine

You thought you had known what exhaustion felt like before tonight. You were very, very, very wrong. This entire week had been review for the exams coming up the next Monday, and tonight, Friday, was the last day you had to study before the weekend. You’d spent countless hours poring over texts and holofiles, focusing on your weak spots. You sipped at your mug of caf, swallowing the last of it with a sigh. The end of this file was nowhere in sight. You sat up straight, wincing at the loud cracks and pops your back emitted at the motion.

I really need to work on my posture, you think. Yawning, you glance at the small clock on your bedside table across the room. The red numbers read out 0100. You’ve been working for a while. Sighing, you prop your head on your hand and stare blankly at the wall. Your vision becomes unfocused, and you snap your head up. Nope. No sleeping until you’ve finished this chapter. Shaking your head slightly, you dive back into the file you were reading about blood cell structure. You can feel your eyelids getting heavy and yawn. Before you can say nerf herder, you’re out cold, head resting on your arms. 

Poe makes his way down the hall to your room, excitement brimming in his chest. That mission had gone so well - he and Finn had gotten so much intel from the small mining town they’d visited in an outer rim system. Leia had been very pleased and given him and his friend the weekend off. He was ecstatic, already planning an outing somewhere a bit ways out from base for the two of you. 

He arrives at your room and quietly knocks. He frowns when he gets no response, confused. He can see the light on under your door. 

“Y/N?” he says quietly. “You there?” Nothing. “I’m coming in, alright?” he says, waiting for ten seconds in case you just hadn’t heard him earlier, before pulling out the spare keypass you’d given him and letting himself in. He glances around, concerned when he sees your empty bed. He walks to the far side of your room and glances to his right. 

He chuckles at the sight in front of him. You’re asleep at your desk, face buried in the crook of your elbows. Countless books are littered on the table and across the floor, and there's a file open on your datapad, projecting into the air. Its blue light washes your dozing form in a pale glow. He carefully makes his way over to you, side-stepping wadded-up balls of paper and other study materials you’d discarded over the past few hours.

“Hey, sweetheart, wake up,” he says softly, gently running a hand over your arm. Your head rises slowly, and he watches as your eyelids flutter open. You smile when you see him.

“Poe,” you say, voice raspy. He grins, chuckling quietly. 

“How long have you been studying, baby?” he asks. You grumble something about exams and not understanding something, before yawning quietly.

“‘Dunno.”

“Let’s get you to bed, ok?” he says, but you shake your head.

“I wanna hear about your day,” you say, and he smiles softly. 

“The mission went well,” he says, and you smile sleepily. “I got this weekend off, I was thinking we could do something tomorrow? Maybe a picnic?”

“Ooooo, yeah,” you say, your words stumbling over each other. He laughs. 

“You really need to get some rest, babe.” You groan.

“Fine,” you say, yawning. He offers you his hands, helping you stand up from your desk and guiding you over to your bed. He plants a kiss on your forehead, cradling your head in his hands. You melt into the touch, protesting when he pulls away. He laughs as you hold out your arms, opening and closing your hands. He wraps his arms around you, and you let out a quiet, contented noise. You lean into his shoulder, savoring the warmth coming from him. 

“Y/N. Bed.” 

“You’re so mean,” you say as you crawl under the covers. 

“Yup, that’s me. Big bad Poe. So very mean.” you laugh, and he grins. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart. Get some rest.” Your eyes close slowly, and he smiles as your breathing evens out and your face relaxes. With one last glance back at you, he flips off the light and heads to his room, shutting the door behind him.

i had an idea for something fluffy for poe, maybe where he's been trying to ask reader out since forever and they keep turning him down?

of course! sorry for the wait!

idiot’s array | p.dameron

summary | you’ve been turning poe dameron down for months- even though he’s begun to grow on you. a game of sabacc might change that

warnings | alcohol

word count | 1.7K

pairing | poe dameron x gn!reader

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“Dameron, it’s still a no.” 

His footsteps come to a stuttering halt- and despite your annoyance, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips over the rim of your spotchka glass- before he jumps back into action. “Even if I ask nicely, gorgeous?” 

You roll your eyes, pouring yourself another glass- you’re not drunk enough for this- before turning to face him. Poe’s lips turn upwards into that signature smirk of his- your hands itch with the urge to slap it off of his face- as he leans against the cantina table you’re currently sitting at. 

“You could get on your knees and beg,” you roll your eyes, “and it wouldn’t change a thing. Though the thought of our resident flyboy groveling at my feet does have a certain appeal to it.” 

“You’re cruel, Lieutenant.” 

“Thanks, Commander.” You expect that to be it. That’s usually how it goes. Poe struts- there truly is no other word to describe the way he walks other than a strut- up to you, flashes that same grin and some cheesy pick-up line- on his especially braver days, you get a wink and some incredibly suggestive compliment- and you turn him down. He pleads his case, you deny it, and he accepts your verdict and leaves. Never for very long, though. 

He’s obviously in a mood to switch things up tonight, and you sigh as he falls into the seat next to you. “Dameron, I’m not in the mood.” 

“Can a guy not enjoy a drink with his coworker?” 

Yes. People can enjoy drinks with their coworkers. People. Not you and Poe. Not the man that’s been trying to get you to go out with him since the moment you met. But strangely enough- you’ll blame it on being too tired to come up with your usual snarky retorts- you don’t turn him away. Instead, you shrug and reach for an extra glass, sliding it across the table and he pours himself a drink. 

“So how was your day?” 

You sigh. “we literally spent the entire day in the hangar together, you know how my day was.” 

“Small talk,” he shrugs, and that same grin returns. 

Bastard. 

Neither of you talk after that. The silence is somewhat uncomfortable- especially when you’re taking extra long sips of your drink to avoid how he keeps looking over at you- but you prefer it over your usual rapport. 

Of course it doesn’t last for long. 

“So what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” 

It’s one of his more stupid lines, and you wrinkle your nose, raising a brow at him. “Seriously, Dameron?” The way he shrugs lets you know that he’s aware of how stupid that was, and you just sigh. “Well, Snap and I were gonna get a sabacc game going,” you sigh, gesturing at the card pack in the chest pocket of your flightsuit, “but he turned in early. So now I’m bored and I drink when I’m bored.” 

“Well we can fix that,” your fingers brush against his as you both reach for the bottle of spotchka, and he takes it- pouring you a new glass before topping his off. “Let’s play.” 

“Dameron-“ 

“- one game,” he reasons, and even before you can give him an answer he’s pushing away the glasses and the near empty spotchka bottle, gesturing for you to lay the cards out. 

“... one game?” 

“One game.” 

For some reason, you have a hard time believing it. But maybe the alcohol is getting to your head, because you just sigh and Poe grins triumphantly when you pull out the cards and begin shuffling. “You know how to play?” 

“Yes, I know how to play,” he rolls his eyes at you, and you just shrug before you start dealing. 

“Well we don’t have a Randomizer for you to blame your inevitable loss on, so I’m just checking.” 

“Sweetheart, I don’t lose,” You almost falter as he looks back up at you, and the look in his eyes makes you positive that he’s not just talking about the game. Coughing, you lay the rest of the deck on the table between the two of you, picking up your cards. 

“Want to get the pot going?” 

“What if we didn’t play for money?” His grin is almost conspiratorial as he leans across the table, his voice dropping an octave. “How about if I win, I get to take you on that date?” 

“I’d really rather just take your money.” 

He snorts, digging into his pocket and coming up with a handful of credits that he drops on the table. Confusion etches itself on your features as you raise an eyebrow at him. You really didn’t get how his mind- assuming he had one- worked somedays. “I win, I get to take you out. You win, you get the credits.”

The terms of trade seem fairly reasonable, but you can’t help but hesitate. Were you really going to risk ruining months of rejecting this man over a game of sabacc? You curse your competitiveness as he leans back, waiting for a response. Fuck it, you’ve never said no to a gamble before. 

“Fine.” 

He picks up his cards, and the game begins. 

A part of you- a little, prideful voice that constantly reminded you of how many times you had fucking cleaned Snap out- thought that this would be over quickly. You’d take Dameron’s money, shake his hand, and go to bed to sleep off your inevitable hangover. But you managed to forget that Poe Dameron was one of those jackasses that managed to be good at everything- well, maybe except for getting his head out of his ass- and he ends up surprising you. 

(You feel like kicking yourself when you come to the horrifying realization that you’re not entirely mad about that) 

“Where’d you learn to play?” he huffs, furrowing his brow at the card he draws next- it makes you smile- and adding it to his hand. 

“My dad taught me,” you trade one of your cards out for one from the deck, cheering internally when it ends up being a better card. “I’ve been playing since I was a kid.” 

“That long?” He looks up at you with disbelief, which then melts to realization as he laughs: “I guess that’s why Snap never wins against you.” 

“Snap never wins against me because he’s too easy to trick. All I have to do is talk crap and he’ll put his money where his mouth is every damn time.” You point a finger at him in a playful accusatory manner. “That’s a trade secret, so I better not hear you telling him.” 

“Cross my heart,” he laughs, crossing his finger over his chest before you both return to the game. “Still, Snap used to be one of the best players on base before you dropped in.” 

“Not sounding too confident in yourself right now, Dameron.” 

“Sabacc’s just as much about luck as it is skill,” Poe shrugs, and then that same fucking smirk crosses back. “And from where I’m sitting, I think I feel pretty lucky.” 

Bastard. Horrible, annoying bastard with fucking great eyes- no no no, not going there. 

“We’ll see,” you shrug, and Poe just laughs- obviously confident that he’ll be able to take you up on that.

The spotchka bottle is empty by the time the game draws to a close. “You know I’m glad we’re not really playing for money-” 

“-speak for yourself.” 

“It’s rude to interrupt. Anyway, I’m glad we’re not really paying for money because I’d have run out of cash three rounds ago.” Stretching in his seat, he muffles a yawn before wiggling an eyebrow at you and holding his cards up. “Ready to eat your words, sweetheart?” 

“Try me.” 

He lays the cards down. Pure Sabacc. 

Huh, maybe he was better than you thought. 

However, the triumph on his face doesn’t last long before your lips are splitting into a grin, laying your own cards down. 

Idiot’s Array. 

“Fucking hell,” he huffs, a sound more of awe than of annoyance, and the laugh he lets out all but confirms it. “Now I really am glad we weren’t playing for money.” 

And you can’t help but laugh- you’ll still blame it on the alcohol- but when the laughter dies down, you’re both left in the aftermath. 

You won. You get to take the credits and go. 

Why is that suddenly so hard? 

“Good game,” you cough, looking anywhere but at him as you slide the credits towards you. One rolls off the table and he catches it deftly between two fingers, holding it out to you. 

“Good game,” he nods- flashing you a smile that is both the most genuine and the smallest smile you’ve ever seen from him- and leans back, draining the last drops of spotchka from his glass. 

You don’t get too far before you sigh, rubbing your eyes and looking up at the ceiling as if asking some invisible deity if you were actually going through with this. “Poe?” You turn around, and he raises an eyebrow at you. “Tomorrow night.” 

He blinks once, twice, three times- you can hear the wheels turning in his head and it’s almost comical, the sight of Poe Dameron being lost for words- before breaking into a grin. “Tomorrow night,” he nods, and you smile at him one last time before turning to leave. 

You can hear the noise of his chair being pushed out and shoes scuffing against the ground and as he falls into step next to you, neither of you say anything. You hyper-focus on the hallway in front of you, but even in the peripheral vision, you can see the grin he wears. It simultaneously makes you smile and makes you want to slap it off his face. 

Infuriating bastard.

“I’m not getting my money back though, aren’t I?” 

“Nope.”

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Please Don't Say you Love me

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!Reader

Based on Please Don't Say you Love me by Gabrielle Aplin:

Just please don't say you love me, Cause I might not say it back, Doesn't mean my heart stops skipping When you look at me like that

Word count: 915

Warnings: slight angst (happy ending), mentions of past toxic relationships

A/N: it's like 4am this is probably riddled with typos sorry lol

GIF from thestarwarsdaily

“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad,” you say, laughing.

“No, it’s absolutely awful,” Poe says, chuckling as he tosses a grape into the air and catches it in his mouth. The two of you were discussing a drawing BB-8 had somehow sketched out with his little stylus of the three of you. “Look, I love the little guy to death, but I looked like Chewie.” You laugh loudly, tilting your head back. Poe’s heart skips a beat. He grins as he watches pure joy blossom on your face. You glance back at him, propping your head on the heel of your hand.

“Oh!” you say, sitting up quickly and twisting around. “I just remembered.” Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow as you reach into your bag behind you and pull out a small, paper-wrapped parcel. You bite your lip as you hand it to him, watching excitedly as he tears through the brown packaging.

“Oh. My. Gods,” he says quietly, surveying the small book. “You found it?”

“Sorta,” you say, grinning. “Technically, Finn found it. He was on that supply run last week and saw it - he remembered me talking about wanting to get it for you and bought it.” The volume was filled with old Yavini fairytales - ones Poe would murmur to you when you couldn’t sleep. You’d asked him where he’d learned them, and he’d told you about a (much older) copy of this book that Shara would read to him when he was younger. Ever since that night, it had been your mission to find it.

“You are…” he trails off, flipping through the delicate pages. “Amazing.” You blush as he looks up at you and takes your hand in his. You lean towards him, and he meets you halfway, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes meet as you break away, and a soft blush creeps into your cheeks as he looks at you with pure adoration. “I love you,” he says.

Your stomach drops, smile faltering.

“Oh-” you look down, panicked, and feel Poe tense.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just…” you trail off, not knowing what to say. Certainly not the words that just tumbled from Poe’s mouth - you don’t know how long it’s been since you said that. Since you’d had a reason to say it. “I can’t...I don’t…” Poe’s jaw clenches.

“Oh, I see,” he says. You can hear the hurt in his words, and it sends a jolt of guilt shooting through your chest.

“No, Poe, it’s not-”

“Forget it,” he says, standing up and walking away. Your resolve crumbles as his rigid form grows farther and farther from you, and hot tears spill from your eyes and trace down the bridge of your nose and the apples of your cheeks, falling onto the grass below you.

“I just don’t get it,” Poe says, frustratedly rubbing his eyes with his left hand. Rey listens from where she sits at her desk. “We’ve been together for...gods, for nearly a year now, and…” he trails off, throat closing up. His friend glances up from the HoloFile she’s been reviewing, tilting her head slightly.

“And what?”

“They acted like I stuck them with a hot poker,” he murmurs. “Do they want to break up? Did I do something? I just don’t understand.” Rey sighs, closing her datapad and making her way across the room to stand in front of him.

“You know what happened with their last relationship, right?” she says quietly, and his head snaps up. She waves a hand dismissively. “Not like that,” she reassures, and the pilot relaxes. “They just...it was hard on them. You need to give them time.” Poe’s face falls. He had been awful to you. He didn’t even give you a chance to explain, just...walked away. He sighs, upset with himself.

“Thanks, Rey,” he says, headed for the door.

“Anytime,” the brunette says, returning to her work.

Poe sees you sitting under the big tree by the pond once he makes his way outside, and walks over.

“Hey…” he says softly, and your head whips up. His chest grows tight as the slight shine on your face becomes evident. You’d been crying. And it was his fault. “Look, I’m sorry, baby, I-”

“No, Poe, I’m sorry, it's just-”

“You don’t have to explain, stardust,” he murmurs, sitting down next to you. He takes one of your hands in his. “It’s okay, really. I shouldn’t have reacted like that, I think I just got caught up in the moment, and, well…” he motions vaguely. You nod, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“It’s just hard for me to say,” you murmur as he rests his head on top of yours. “It doesn’t mean that I don’t, it’s just - it’s hard.” You feel him nod in understanding.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. Is it...is it alright if I say it?” he asks hesitantly, and you smile.

“Yeah,” you say, lifting your head to look into his eyes. A mischievous grin breaks across your face. “Any chance for me to be told how great I am is warmly welcomed.” He rolls his eyes, playfully jabbing you in the side. You cackle, shoving him lightly.

“Well then,” Poe says, smiling at you warmly. “Y/N L/N, I love you.” You blush furiously, burying your face in his shoulder. He grins, pressing a kiss to your hair. He wraps his arms around you and smiles. “Very, very much.”

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Hi babe could I please request a drabble about Poe seeing reader with her hair down for the first time and getting flustered?

hi love! ofc, tysm for the request!

Let Your Hair Down

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word count: ~500

Warnings: none

GIF not mine

You shiver as you make your way outside, your breath crystalizing in the air. The tips of your exposed ears turn red with the cold. Rey sneezes. She, like you, is from a desert planet - any form of cold makes you both miserable. A chill wind scrapes along the back of your neck as you trudge through too many inches of snow alongside Rey, Finn, and Poe. Poe, similarly to you and Rey, was from a warmer planet, but he’d been on base long enough to get accustomed to the freezing winters. He chuckles as a constant stream of complaints pours from your mouth.

“My ears are freezing,” you groan, and Rey nods her agreement. Finn rolls his eyes, shaking his hooded head.

“That’s because your hair’s up,” he laughs. “You, like, never take it down. Might wanna change that.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, laughing softly as you lift your hands to the crown of your head and work on undoing the bun sitting atop it. You shake your head, massaging your scalp with your pinkened fingertips as your hair falls down around your shoulders. It cloaks your ears and neck from the brittle winds and subzero temperatures. You sigh with relief, and Finn shakes his head, clapping you on the shoulder as he jogs to catch up with Rey at the front of your procession.

“Hey, Y/N?” Poe says, nose buried in his datapad. You turn your head towards him. He glances up and promptly freezes. “Uh, I-” You raise a brow, confused.

“What?” you say, glancing behind you.

“Nothing, nothing,” he says a bit too quickly. You could’ve sworn his cheeks were bright red. From the cold, obviously. Obviously. “Could you check this over? You’re much better with this stuff than I am.” He gestures at his datapad, and you walk over, leaning down a bit to get a closer look at the document he’s drafting. Your eyes skim over the paragraphs, and he uses the opportunity to take you in.

You look...different. Good different, of course. Really, really good. Beautiful.

“Looks good overall,” you say, nodding. You point with your little finger to the third sentence of the first paragraph. “I’d switch that wording up a bit, it seems a little too formal.”

“Thanks,” he says, and you smile warmly at him. His heart threatens to explode right out of his chest.

“No problem!” you say cheerfully, and run to catch up with Finn and Rey by the Falcon. He follows suit, trekking faster through the fine white powder littering the ground. He pauses just outside the on-ramp. Finn notices and makes his way over, concerned.

“Hey, you alright?” he asks, and Poe’s head snaps up.

“Yeah, I just- I just got a bit flustered.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing, forget about it.” He bites his bottom lip, following his friend back into the ship.

Gods.

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Your Resistance

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

*this a continuation of the fic Our Resistance by fanfiction_trashpile on ao3!!*

Summary: After Poe abruptly leaving to join the resistance, you end up on Jakku. Will you ever see him again?

(on my ao3)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2

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Never Have I Ever

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: none besides Rose and Finn being conspiratorial little shits

Summary: You've always been too nervous to tell Poe how you feel. A night out after the end of the war may change that.

It feels surreal, to put it simply. It’s over. It’s finally over. For years, you’ve known nothing but chaos and panic and uncertainty. But now, you can leave all of it in the past. Palpatine’s gone. The war’s over.

Leaping from your x-wing, you spot Poe across the tarmac. He locks eyes with you, breaking into a huge, beaming grin. You sprint towards him, sporting an equally bright expression. He holds out his arms, and you leap into them. He spins around as you bury your face in his neck, laughing. He sets you down, placing his hands on your upper arms.

“We did it,” he breathes, and you nod in disbelief.

“We did it,” you repeat, still smiling. You’re about to compliment a particular barrel roll he’d pulled off earlier when Finn comes barreling over, wrapping him in a bear hug. You smile, walking away to grab some water and allow Poe some time with his friend.

He watches your retreating form with a faint smile, content with the universe for the first time in years. Finn looks at him with a knowing expression and nudges him with his elbow. Poe snaps his head around, cheeks flushed.

“You should tell her,” he says, and Poe’s eyes widen.

“No way,” he replies, carding a hand through his hair. “What if I fuck everything up?” Finn rolls his eyes.

“Poe, I love you, but you’re the most oblivious man I’ve ever met.” This earns him a shocked expression from the older man, and he laughs. “Trust me. Just tell her.” Poe opens his mouth to object, but loses what he was going to say as Rey walks up and wraps him and Finn in a hug.

You watch as the three embrace, smiling. You’re so proud of Poe your chest could burst. He’d handled that last battle with the grace and strategy you’ve seen in him time and time again. You hear footsteps headed your way and glance up, to find Rose standing next to you.

“Hey,” she says quietly, and you scooch to the left a bit to give her space to sit, patting the bench next to you. “It’s crazy, huh?”

“Yeah,” is all you can manage, but you can tell that she understands the magnitude of emotions contained in your reply. No words could encapsulate the feeling of joy and relief flowing through you.

“I heard Poe did some pretty amazing flying out there.”

You grin, nodding. “He really did. Per the usual, of course.” Smiling, she takes in the look of admiration on your face.

“You like him.” Not a question, just a statement. An observation. You look at her slowly and nod.

“I do,” you say, taking a sip of water from the canteen in your hand.

“He likes you, I think. From what Finn’s told me.” You splutter, choking on your drink.

“What?” you exclaim, face turning red as a tomato as you cough. She laughs loudly, and you shoot her a death glare. “If you’re pulling my leg I swear-”

“I’m not, I promise.”

Narrowing your eyes, you swallow another mouthful of water. “What exactly has Finn told you?”

“He’s caught Poe staring at you too many times to count, that damn idiot never shuts up about you, and once Rey saw him fiddling with his mom’s ring behind his back while talking to you,” she lists, ticking off the instances on her fingers.

“That doesn’t mean he likes me,” you point out, and Rose sighs. Ignoring her, you continue. “He could’ve just been spacing out, we’re friends, so he’s bound to talk about me, and he just has a thing about not being able to sit still. Those are just...normal Poe things.”

“What are?”

You whip your head around, to see him standing right behind you. Of course.

“Nothing,” you reply calmly, glowering at Rose as she tries to contain her laughter. “Just talking about that maneuver you did earlier. Very impressive.” He grins, clapping you on the shoulder.

“Thanks,” he laughs. “Anyways, we’re headed out to celebrate-” he gestures to Finn, Rey, and his squadron. “-would you guys wanna come?”

Rose nods excitedly, and you do the same. “Sounds awesome.”

The music in the bar pounds in your ears. Normally, you hate crowded, public settings like this - they stress you out. However, you decide to make a special exception for tonight. After all, you just saved the fucking galaxy.

Poe, expectedly, makes a beeline for the bar with Jess. They order several rounds of shots and bring the drinks back to the table the rest of you are sitting at. He slides into his spot next to you, his thigh brushing against yours.

“Ok,” he says loudly, so your group can hear him over the clamor of the establishment. “Never have I ever - pretty simple,” he adds when Rey shoots him a look of confusion. “We’ll go around the table. Someone will say something. If you’ve done what they say, you take a shot. Snap, you go first.”

“Ok, uh, never have I ever gone on a supply run hungover,” he replies, grinning. Poe groans, taking a shot. You gasp as Finn does, too.

“No!” you say, aghast.

“It was one time!” he shouts in defense of himself, and Rey chuckles.

“He threw up within the hour,” Rose says, and you snicker. Finn kicks the mechanic under the table.

“Alright, settle down,” Jess says, clearing her throat. She shoots a pointed glance at Karé. “Never have I ever flirted with a superior officer to get a different assignment.” The woman sighs, pouring liquor into her mouth. Blushing, you do the same. Poe gapes at you.

“You’re kidding me.”

“It wasn’t here,” you admit. “Navy stuff.” Snap laughs as he recalls the event you’re talking about. “I was about to get assigned janitorial duty for the seventh week in a row, so I insinuated some very...” you pause, grinning. “inappropriate things to my commander. He put me on guard duty on the bridge instead.”

A strange feeling flares in Poe’s chest as you and the others laugh about how flustered the officer had gotten, and his knuckles turn white as he clenches the table. You discreetly nudge his leg with your knee.

“You okay?” you ask quietly, and any jealousy he’s feeling melts away as he takes in the concern in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he nods. You smile.

“Cool.”

“Okay, okay,” Karé laughs, shooting a death glare at Jess. “Rose. Your turn.” She smiles conspiratorily at Finn, who nods at her, before glancing at you briefly. You send a befuddled look towards Rey, who simply shakes her head, shrugging.

You have a bad feeling about this.

“Never have I ever…” she trails off, scratching her chin animatedly. “Had a crush on a close friend.”

Your stomach drops. Rose giggles as she feels you tense up beside her.

“Fuck you,” you say, throwing back a shot. A barrage of gasps sounds from your friends. “Oh, grow up,” you laugh, and Finn chuckles. You glare at him, and he raises his hands in surrender. Slowly, Poe leans forward, grabs a shot, and knocks it back. You barely constrain your shock.

“Oh my gods WHO?” Karé squeals, clapping her hands together.

“That’s not part of the game,” Poe quips, offering her a smug expression. She turns hopefully to you, and you laugh.

“No way,” you say, shaking your head. She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout, before letting her mouth fall open.

“Is it someone here?” she asks breathlessly. You clear your throat, face heating.

“I’m gonna go get some fresh air,” you murmur, slipping out of the booth. Karé and Jess boo loudly at your excuse, but you just flip them off as you head outside.

A light breeze tangles its fingers in your hair and tugs at your shirt, small ripples moving along the fabric. You take a seat on a nearby bench, bringing your legs up and crossing them over each other. Fiddling with a loose thread on your sleeve, you glance upwards. The sky above is littered with small pinpricks of light, twinkling back at you.

A creaking noise sounds to your right, and you look back, to see the door to the bar open. You watch as Poe walks through it, puffing his top lip out and shoving his hands in his pockets. He glances in your direction. You offer him a small wave, which he returns, making his way over to where you sit.

“May I?” he asks, and you nod, turning your gaze upwards once more. He does the same, laying an arm across the back of the bench.

“I wonder how many of those we’ve flown by,” he wonders aloud, motioning to the countless stars and planets above you.

“Probably lots. We really went all over, huh?” He smiles, nodding. You stand, walking to the gate in front of the bar and leaning on it. Poe follows suit, bracing his forearms behind him as he leans back.

“Look, it’s stupid of me to ask, and you don’t have to answer, but...who was it?” You turn your head toward him, puzzled. He nods to the bar. “The game. That last question.” You scoot closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. The familiar gesture makes him smile.

“Eh, you don’t wanna know,” you say, and he chuckles.

“Oh, but I do.” You laugh. There’s a moment of silence (not uncomfortable - it never is with Poe) as you figure out how to word your next statement.

“It’s a bit complicated,” you admit, and he turns his head to look down at you.

“Oh?”

“I really like this person, but I also love how close I am with them right now. I’m worried that if they know, that…” you trail off, worried that voicing your concerns will bring them to fruition.

“That everything will change,” Poe finishes quietly. You swallow nervously. “That you could lose them, and you don’t know-” he takes a deep breath “-you don’t know what you would do if that happened.” You turn to face him as he leans up to stand straight, heart pounding in your chest so loud you swear he can hear it. His eyes flit down to your lips momentarily, and your breath hitches.

“Poe,” you say, barely above a whisper. His eyes lock onto yours, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

You open your mouth to continue, but your words die in your throat as he takes your face in his hands. Your whole body goes rigid, and he notices, starting to pull away. Panicking, you place your hands over his, silently reassuring him that it’s ok. He smiles softly, and your cheeks warm.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs, and you nod, heart racing. He brings his mouth down to yours tentatively, nose brushing against yours. You smile against his lips, bringing a hand up and burying it in his curls. He fits his hands to your waist, thumb gently brushing over your side. His lips taste like the tequila you’d both taken shots of in the bar, and it’s sweet on your tongue, reminding you of the nectar from the sapflowers back home on Naboo.

The two of you break apart, hot breaths mingling in the small space between you.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, smile as bright as a thousand suns, “how long I’ve wanted to do that.” His grin widens as you grow flustered, mouth twisting into a small smile.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” you say, eyebrows furrowing together. “I didn’t want to mess everything up, and there just wasn’t a good-”

“Hey,” he says gently, taking your hand. “It’s ok, you have nothing to be sorry for.” You smile.

“I really like you,” you say, and he laughs warmly, bringing a hand to your cheek.

“I really like you, too,” he responds, and you lean into the touch. “We should probably head back in, or they’re gonna think we abandoned ship.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you say.

Nobody says anything if they notice how you and Poe hold hands for the rest of the night, sitting closer than you usually do, talking only to each other.

It seems natural, if anything. Like it’s always been that way. Like it’s how it should be.

taglists (open):

permanent: @staarshines

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

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.

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poe: @zoriis @obiwns

Take a Break

Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader (modern!au)

Word count: 540

Warnings: brief mentions of alcohol

Summary: You and Poe share a much-needed quiet moment together during a party

A/N: Can be read romantically or platonically

The sounds of the party drift out into the cold night air, past where you sit on the small balcony and down into the city beyond. You shiver, wrapping your coat tighter around you as a breeze tickles the back of your neck. Inhaling deeply, you savor the fresh air you slipped away to enjoy.

You love hanging out with your friends, of course. It can just get overwhelming at times, so you like to find small moments like these to savor by yourself.

The sound of the door opening behind you stirs you from your thoughts, and you don’t need to turn to recognize Poe’s footsteps as he approaches and sits beside you, crossing his legs and wrapping an arm around you. You lean your head down onto his shoulder, scooting closer to take advantage of his body heat. He chuckles, sensing what you’re doing and pulling you into his side.

“Just wanted to check on you,” he says, following your eyeline and looking up at the scene that stretches on forever above you, bright stars twinkling against the dark backdrop of the sky.

“I’m all right,” you respond, nodding. “Just needed a break from everyone.”

Poe hums his understanding.

“I can go back inside if you need more time,” he says, and you can tell it’s genuine. You shake your head, smiling softly.

“You don’t count as everyone,” you say.

“I’m honored. Truly.” You laugh, shoving him playfully. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the only sound being the traffic far below you and the occasional muffled shout drifting to your ears from the gathering inside.

“I went to that library earlier today,” you tell him. Poe looks at you, smiling fondly.

“The one you read about?”

“Yeah. It was really cool, they had this huge display case with all these old manuscripts. I need to take you there sometime. You’d like it.”

“Definitely,” he says, lifting his hand from your shoulder to brush back a few strands of hair that had fallen in your face.

“What time is it?” you ask, realizing you’d left your watch at home and your phone in Rey’s bedroom.

“8:19,” Poe says, looking down at his phone, the soft blue glow from the screen washing over his features.

A loud cheer from inside draws your attention, and you turn your head to see what caused it. You chuckle softly as you watch Jess and Finn down a row of shots at an alarming rate. Poe’s laugh bubbles in your ear, making you smile even wider.

“I think it’s best if we head back to make sure they don’t do something outlandishly disastrous,” you laugh. As the ones who volunteered to drive people home for the night, you and Poe are the only ones not drinking.

“Probably,” he laughs, standing up. He offers you his hand, and you take it, smiling gratefully at him as he helps you to your feet. “If you need another break let me know and I’ll cover for you,” he says quietly, pulling open the sliding glass door. A loud chorus of laughter and cheers sound at your arrival.

“Thanks,” you murmur out of the corner of your mouth, and he nods.

“Anytime.”

tags: @staarshines @obiwns @zoriis

A Wrench In the Gears

Pairing: Poe Dameron & Lesbian!Best friend!reader, background Rose Tico x reader (mentioned)

Summary: You've been wanting to tell Poe something for a while, and you finally get the courage to do it.

aka reader comes out to poe and he's the best friend ever

Word Count: 826

Warnings: Brief mentions of homophobia

A/N: I'm back!! tysm for being patient! decided to write this bc there's like zero fics like this for poe and my lesbian ass is TIRED anyways ily mwah happy reading

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You shove your hands into your pockets, doing your best to quell your nerves. Shit like this is never easy, but you want to do it. You really do.

It’s just hard.

Today was quiet. Fixing up Black One with Poe in the hangar while the two of you waited for the other half of your friends - Rey and Finn - to come back from a supply run had been a nice reprieve from how hectic life on base has been recently. Everything had been going smoothly until Rose had come over to offer her help and you’d, well, panicked. Let’s just say you dropped a not-so-light wrench on your foot and had to go to med bay.

Poe had been on your ass for the rest of the day, making you rest and pestering you about what had happened. You simply brushed him off throughout the course of his multiple attempts, laughing off his questions with a nervous heat in your cheeks and then dashing off with some excuse or the other.

Needless to say, your best friend didn’t take kindly to being ignored. You’d gone to ask him for the name of a ship part to put on an order list and he’d taken your datapad from you, scribbled it down, then stalked off, leaving you feeling guilty and upset with yourself.

He’d avoided you the rest of the day.

Standing outside of his quarters now, you take a deep breath. Your nerves make your stomach churn, and you try not to turn on your heel and bolt in the opposite direction.

Finally, you drum up the courage to knock, using the pattern the two of you had established to signify if one of you needed something important.

There’s a long moment of quiet before you hear a faint “Come in”.

Poe’s sitting at his desk, fiddling with a flap of metal and some bolts, tools littered across the flat expanse below his hands.

“Hey,” you say quietly, flinching slightly as his cold gaze meets your wary one. Sitting down on his bed, you kick off your shoes and then curl your feet under you. “Can we talk? About today?”

Poe takes a moment to think, before nodding reluctantly and setting down the scraps. He turns his chair around to face you, then sits back down.

“Sure. I’ll start. What the hell?”

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, pulling one of his extra blankets into your lap, threading your fingers in between the gaps between the strands of yarn. “I, uh…” trailing off, you guiltily meet his eyes, sighing. He raises his eyebrows, the coldness in his features slowly melting as he realizes there’s something troubling you.

“Is everything ok?” he asks, standing up and walking across the room to stand in front of you. He crouches down so he’s at your eye level, taking one of your hands.

“Yeah,” you say, nodding. “Well, sort of? I just need to explain why I acted the way I did. This is gonna be a lot easier for me if you just let me finish and don’t interrupt, ok? Just...yeah.”

“Sure,” he says, squeezing your hand. You offer him a weak smile.

“So, I hurt my foot because I dropped that tool on it.” Poe nods, remembering. “It was because Rose came over. It caught me a bit off guard, because, well…” Tears begin welling up in your eyes as your anxiety gets the better of you. “I may or may not have feelings for her. I have for a while. I don’t...I like women. Not men. And I didn’t know how you would feel about it, and I’m sorry for not telling you, but I just wasn’t- I wasn’t ready to tell anyone. But yeah, I guess that’s it. I’m sorry.”

You’re shocked to find Poe smiling at you when you finally meet his gaze again.

“You aren’t...upset?” you ask, confused. Poe looks taken aback.

“Of course not. Who you love doesn’t change anything about how I think about you. You’re still you. Hell, you’re more you. I love you so much, nothing could ever change that, ok?” he says, and you start crying in earnest. He panics, eyes widening. “Shit, did I say something wrong, I’m so s-”

“No, Poe, I just- I’m relieved,” you choke out, smiling tearfully at him.

“Aw, c’mere,” he says, sitting down next to you and opening his arms. You bury your face in his neck, and he wraps you in a tight hug, rubbing comforting circles on your back for as long as it takes for you to calm down.

“You’re a really good friend,” you say as you pull away after several minutes, smiling at him. He does a happy little shoulder dance.

“Duh.”

“It’s no fun if you agree with the compliment,” you groan, punching his shoulder playfully.

“It’s fun for me,” he points out, giving you a shit-eating grin.

“Fuck you.”

“Love you too.”

tags: @staarshines @bucky-j-barnes @beydameron @obiwns

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Daisies

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Hanahaki!au)

Warnings: Blood, Somewhat graphic description of death, probably a shit ton of typos bc it's 3 am and I'm not ab to proofread this

Summary: You're so in love with Poe Dameron it's killing you. Literally.

A/N: this is half vent piece, half i've-wanted-to-write-this-for-a-while. also i changed how the disease "works" just a little bit for plot purposes.

You used to like daisies. That was before you were staring them down every few hours, leaned over the sink, blood dripping from your cracked lips.

You used to like Poe Dameron. That was before he started killing you.

Then again, you guess you still did. That’s why you were in this situation, after all.

At first, you’d ignored the signs of what you’d hoped wasn’t love - swallowed your words, caught the butterflies in a net and tossed them outside.

But it was getting harder and harder to do so.

You didn’t have much longer. You could tell.

Leia could too.

She’d first approached you after you’d run out of a meeting to hurl up seeds and blooms, waiting outside your quarters for you with a painful expression of pity and concern written across her face. You wish she’d erased it and just let you be.

But she wouldn’t - how could she? You were dying, right in front of her, refusing to take the help she offered.

To be fair, the help she was telling you to seek out would ruin you just the same as the thorns scratching at your lungs.

Getting that surgery and forgetting him would suffocate you more than any vines wrapped around your esophagus could.

You couldn’t do it. You knew you should. After all, this whole mess was your fault anyways. Catching feelings for your best friend wasn’t anyone else's fuck up but yours.

But you didn't think you’d be able to live with yourself if you let someone take the flowers out, and with them, any trace of Poe. The real problem is that you wouldn’t technically be living with yourself. Not anymore. You weren’t really yourself without him. That was what terrified you, what ate you up with guilt.

Because you knew he felt the same way.

Well, not the same way. But you knew that he relied on you, leaned on you.

And soon enough, he’d fall over. Because you'd be gone.

It was killing you. In more ways than one.

“Please, Lieutenant, just think about it,” the General pleads with you as the two of you walk to a debriefing meeting.

“I’ve thought about it,” you respond truthfully. You had. Still do. All the time. “I don’t like it.”

You go to enter the conference room, but her firm grip on your upper arm stops you. Hissing in pain, you whirl around, your angry expression fading as you meet her eyes. Were those tears?

“How do you think I like watching you wither away?”

You smile sadly at the irony of the sentence. It quickly fades as you process what she said. You truly hadn’t considered what this must look like to her. She must think you stubborn, too prideful to ask for help. Brash and inconsiderate.

“Don’t do that,” she says, tapping a finger to your forehead. “I don’t, and you know that. But I can’t say I understand why you won’t do it.”

“I just…” you trail off, silencing your thoughts as a group of runway techs pass by. Once they’ve cleared your vicinity, you continue, “It’s the same either way.”

“How so?” She isn’t mocking you. She’s asking, genuinely. Somehow, that’s worse.

“I die either way. Or at least, a part of me does. If I don’t get the surgery, I get more time with him - maybe a few months? It’ll still be me. If I...if I do get it, it won’t be me. Not really. It takes away all memories of him. I’ve known him for too long. I’ll be a completely different person, and the worst part is that I won’t even know.” you pause, eyes growing misty. “And neither will he. He won’t understand why I’m suddenly introducing myself to him like a new acquaintance.”

Leia’s eyes soften in understanding. “I see.” She pauses, taking your hand and covering it with her other one. “Well, I can’t tell you what to do, but-”

“Technically, you can. You outrank me. You outrank everyone.”

“Like you’ve ever really listened to anything I’ve said,” she quips, her words tugging the corners of your mouth upward slightly. “But I think you should reconsider. Or, you know…” she gestures vaguely, and a knot ties itself in your stomach.

“I can’t do that. He’s…” you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. “If he outright says he doesn’t, I’ll collapse right there. I can’t let him see that.”

Leia’s heart hurts for you. You shouldn’t be dealing with this. Not as young as you are. Not as bright as your future was.

She doesn’t say anything else, just nods in concession and follows you inside. She notes how Poe hopefully looks at you, and how you purposefully avoid his eyes. The upset on his face is clear as glass.

It happened on a Tuesday.

You’d collapsed in your quarters, drowning as one of the thorns punctured a lung and it filled with blood.

Poe found you.

You wish he hadn’t. It would’ve been easier.

But things never really did go your way, did they?

tags: @bucky-j-barnes @beydameron @staarshines

Hii! Idk if you have written that before (imm sorry if you did) but could I request a fic with Poe where the reader is really stressed and Poe helps them calm down? Thanks:)

hi!! sorry it took me a bit to get to this! here you go <3

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader (college!au)

Word count: 679

taglist: @staarshines @bucky-j-barnes @obiwns @userpoe

School is, to put it simply, kicking your ass.

Down a flight of stairs.

Into a brick wall. 

You find yourself tonight, like most other nights, holed up in your dorm room. You sit at your desk, a various assortment of papers and textbooks strewn about the space that wasn’t occupied by your open laptop. The sound of the keyboard clicking under your fingers is the only one in your otherwise-silent dorm room. At times like this, when you’re unable to stop yourself from working well into the obscene hours of the morning, you wish you could resist the tendencies you had to perfect every little detail. 

It isn’t news to you that doing what you so often do - writing papers until your eyes burn and your fingertips ache - isn’t good for you. 

You grab the pen you’ve stowed behind your ear and jot down a few bullet points of information, glancing back and forth between your writing and the book splayed open next to it to make sure you get the details right. 

Sighing, you let the pen fall from your fingers. You lean back in your chair, biting the inside of your lip as a wave of anxiety crests and crashes over you. You shouldn’t be worried, realistically. This paper isn’t due until next week. But the rigid schedule you’ve locked yourself into dictates that you need to finish this by tomorrow morning so that you can get a month-early jumpstart on another project, and if you couldn’t do that, then you wouldn’t be able to-

“Y/n? You in there?” 

The sound of a voice on the other side of your door pulls you out of your state of panic. 

You stretch as you stand, joints groaning in protest as you make your way across the room and open the door to find someone smiling at you from the hallway.

“Poe?” you ask blearily. “What’re you doing here?” You spare a glance down at your watch, eyes widening. “It’s almost two in the morning.” He sighs, shaking his head. 

“You know why.”

“I can promise you, I don’t,” you retort, pulling a smirk from his lips. 

“How long have you been working on that paper?”

“Not that long…” Your words fade away as you survey the concern on his face. You sigh. “Too long,” you admit, and he smiles sympathetically. “I could turn it in, but I just…It’s not good enough.”

“I read it over this evening after dinner, it was perfect,” he supplies, offering you another smile. You sigh, nodding. 

“Thanks.” When you don’t say anything else, opting to pick at your nails instead, Poe steps into your dorm, quietly shutting the door behind him. 

You stare at him in confusion as he flops down onto the small couch next to your bed and pulls out his laptop. 

“What are you doing?”

“If you’re going to work yourself into a stupor, I’m not going to let you do it alone,” he says simply as you make your way over and sit down next to him.

An emotion you slowly identify as gratitude floods your chest, and you can’t help the tears that prick at the corners of your eyes. Poe looks over at you, face crumpling as he notices. He shuts his laptop and tosses it onto your bed, wasting no time in pulling you into an embrace. 

“It’s just so much,” you croak out, throat constricting as you start to cry in earnest. Poe presses a kiss to your hair, tightening his hold on you.

“I know,” he says quietly, lifting a hand to rest on the back of your head, pushing it down into the crook of his neck. “I’m right here with you. You’re not alone, I’m right here.”

You bury your face in the collar of his sweater. You’ve been keeping everything - every bad grade, every sleepless night, every failed attempt - bottled up for the majority of the semester - for months. You knew it was bound to come to a head at some point. 

You’re glad Poe’s here when it does.