Hii! Idk If You Have Written That Before (imm Sorry If You Did) But Could I Request A Fic With Poe Where

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.

Team ‘Weekend Trip to Asgard’

Relationship: Loki x Fem!reader (SFW)

Summary: When Bruce invited you to a quick weekend getaway, you’d hardly expected your destination to be Asgard. Just like you’d hardly expected to be accompanied by two gods – one of whom you’re convinced hates your guts. But who would have thought that the God of Mischief has a thing for flowers, a talent for reciting Shakespeare, and knowledge of all the best places for stargazing? Certainly not you.

But in a weekend filled with sunny fields and boisterous feasts, with accidental skinny dipping and drunken magic tricks, you would begin to realize all the different ways Loki could surprise you.

Word count: 9k

Content warning: alcohol consumption, a small bit of anxiety. SHAMELESS Valkyrie and Loki flirting with the reader (I have no self-control), and some Bruce x Thor if you squint.

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Chapter 6

“Where have you been, we were getting worried – Thor had me convinced you’d taken a nosedive off the Bifrost and Heimdall was gonna have to fish you out of the cosmos or something.”

Bruce was after you as soon as you got through the door, barely giving you enough time to shove your bag off before grilling you with questions. 

“Really,” you sighed, tilting your head before passing a scolding look at Thor. “Why would you do that, you know how he is.”

“I was simply stating the possibilities,” Thor replied, voice a pitch higher in self-defense. 

“What ‘you know how he is,’ you make me sound like I’m some overbearing nanny or something.”

“I mean…” you drawled, scrunching your nose. 

“Alright, you know what, that’s it. C’mere you little monster–”

You dodged a moment too late, and Bruce slung his arm around your neck, tugging you back and ruffling your hair. 

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Team ‘Weekend Trip to Asgard’

Relationship: Loki x Fem!reader (SFW)

Summary: When Bruce invited you to a quick weekend getaway, you’d hardly expected your destination to be Asgard. Just like you’d hardly expected to be accompanied by two gods – one of whom you’re convinced hates your guts. But who would have thought that the God of Mischief has a thing for flowers, a talent for reciting Shakespeare, and knowledge of all the best places for stargazing? Certainly not you.

But in a weekend filled with sunny fields and boisterous feasts, with accidental skinny dipping and drunken magic tricks, you would begin to realize all the different ways Loki could surprise you.

Word count: 4.7k

Content warnings: discussion of drinking and hangovers, threats of violence (though very, very empty lol)

Taglist: @itsamedeemonee @mischief2sarawr @sabxism ((let me know if you would like to be added!!))

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Chapter 3

You should have woken up with the hangover to end all hangovers, considering how drunk you’d gotten last night. But, besides sleeping in a little later than usual, if the sun streaming through the window was any indicator, and the twinge of a headache, you felt fine. Way too fine. Suspiciously fine. 

Blinking your eyes open, you rubbed the sleep out of the corners and stretched across the full length of the couch. The morning air was cool, even inside the palace, and you weren’t surprised to notice birdsong coming through the open window at the back of the room.

 Dragging a hand down your face, you began to pull yourself up, bringing the blanket with you and wrapping it around your shoulders. As far as blankets went, it wasn’t very comfortable, but it was warm, and you were cold, so you really couldn’t complain. Leaning back against the couch, you yawned and rolled your head, neck cracking pleasantly as you stretched the muscles. 

“Sleep well?”

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CAT CAT CAT CAT CAT.

this chapter is so cute i got so excited when i saw the notif!!

A Cat Named Bee

Chapter 8 of You Are In Love

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Pairing: modern!Poe Dameron x reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: can you tell I like when cats do that nuzzling thing?

It seems strange to you how strange normal life feels. You always expect to hear your friends busy in the kitchen when you wake up, to see them first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Only after a week living together, it seems odd to be apart.

Although, you really aren’t apart all that often. You and Rose work the same shifts at Maz’s more often than not, and Finn, Poe, and Rey come in at least once a week. The five of you always get together on Fridays, whether that’s at someone’s apartment, The Resistance, or somewhere else altogether.

And, you’re always texting each other throughout the week, so not a day goes by that you don’t talk to them at least once. But it really isn’t the same as being around them all the time. You’d been worried that they’d get sick of you, but you all seem to feel the same way: the more time you spend together, the more you want to be together.

You just keep finding more and more things to love about your friends. Sure, they have some negative qualities, all people do, but all in all they’re the best people you’ve ever met, and you’re thankful for them every day.

Even when Rose springs it on you that she’ll be gone for an entire week, off to visit with her family out of state.

So, not only will you have to brave all of your shifts alone, you won’t get to see her or Rey for an entire week. You can’t even remember a time when you weren’t spending at least five hours of your day with Rose.

But you know how excited she is to see her family in person after so long, and how excited she is to bring Rey home. You can’t help but smile whenever she talks about it.

You promise, or threaten, to send her updates every hour, and she responds by saying she’ll block your number. Knowing her, she’d do it. So instead, you just tell her to have fun and tell you all about it when she comes home.

The morning shifts go by so much slower without Rose to keep you company, even when Finn and Poe stop in to talk during your slow times.

“Just the three of us, huh?” Poe says, leaning his elbows onto the counter while you finish making their drinks. You ignore the wink Finn sends to you.

“You should stop by The Resistance later, annoy us while we work as much as we annoy you,” Finn adds, taking his to-go cup from you after placing a generous tip into the jar.

“Maybe I’ll make an appearance,” you reply with a shrug of your shoulders, as if it’s probable that you’d have any conflicting plans.

“We’ll see you later!” Poe shouts on his way out the door, letting you tend to the customers who arrived during the mid-morning rush while he and Finn were distracting you.

You spend your afternoon lazing around your apartment, staring at half-finished paintings with a brush in your hand before giving up and settling on the couch with a book, hoping that you’ll magically receive infinite inspiration.

When that doesn’t happen, you make yourself dinner and send Finn and Poe a text, confirming that you’ll be at The Resistance later. When they text you back, they try to upstage each other on the number of exclamation points they can send. You just watch the messages light up your phone screen with a smile on your face.

A few hours later, when you arrive at The Resistance, you find yourself a spot near the corner of the bar, and settle in for the night.

“Usual?” Finn asks as he slides over to you, your drink already half made.

“What if I said no?” You ask, with a nod of your head to the drink he's already placed in front of you.

“I would have given it to a customer who appreciates me,” he responds, ignoring your eye roll and heading off to tend to more of the customers leaning against the bar.

You don’t see Poe until a little while later, but you don’t miss the way his eyes light up when he spots you after stepping out of the back office to help Finn behind the bar.

“Look who finally showed up,” he says in greeting as he steps behind the bar, working on refilling your empty glass.

“I got here on time, you should pay more attention,” you quip back, accepting your drink with a smile of thanks.

You spend most of the night by yourself, with Finn and Poe coming up to chat whenever they have some down time. It’s not until they’re practically closing that the three of you have a whole conversation, interrupted only by their shouts of goodbye to the customers heading home.

Once they’re all done cleaning up, you slip off your barstool and make your way towards the door, only to be stopped by both Finn and Poe.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Finn asks incredulously, pausing in his wiping of the bar top.

“Home?” You reply, but your confusion makes it seem like a question instead of a statement.

“Alone? Are you walking?” This time it’s Poe, organizing the space behind the bar that descended into chaos throughout the night.

“I was going to Uber.”

“By yourself? At one in the morning? No fucking way, Poe’ll drive you.”

You know they’re looking out for you, but you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Guys-“

“No arguing, Finn can finish up,” Poe already has his keys out and is shrugging on his coat, truly giving you no room to argue.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you buckle yourself in and Poe starts the car.

“It’s no problem, really,” he moves his hand off the gearshift, gently squeezing yours where it rests on your knee, and your body is full of sparks, “if you ever need anything, I’m always here.”

He says it with that signature smile that melts your insides to goo, so you only nod, even though he can’t see you. The rest of the ride is silent, in a comfortable way, only the gentle hum of the radio filling the car.

It’s over much too soon, and you linger a little too long outside of your building.

“Thanks again,” you say, leaning through the car door you’re still holding open, drawing out this interaction as much as possible.

“Like I said, not a problem.”

You’re turning and about to shut the door when you hear him clear his throat, so you turn back around and Poe looks like he’s about to say something. You raise an eyebrow in question, silently urging him on.

“Wanna get dinner tomorrow? Finn’s busy and it’s a Friday and that’s when we all do something together but everyone else is busy, so I thought-“

“That’s great,” you’re trying to play it cool, but you can feel your grin splitting your face apart, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

With that, you finally shut the door, and hope that he can’t see you silently celebrating as you walk up to your apartment.

Little do you know, he’s doing the same thing in his car.

As it turns out, the only thing Finn was busy doing was playing matchmaker. When you call him the next morning and ask what his plans are for the evening, you hear him chuckle to himself and immediately know he’s set this all up.

“You’re awful, did you know that?” You say through a smile, only making him laugh harder.

“You know you love me.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Let me know how everything goes.” He’s barely containing his laughter, he’s just so proud of himself.

“I’m never speaking to you again.” That makes him cackle through your phone speakers, and you hang up without another word, not yet deciding if you’re going to be upset at Finn for setting you up.

You spend the day as an anxious mess, and nothing works to distract you. To try painting, reading, watching TV, taking a nap, and no matter what you do, you always end up thinking about Poe and overthinking what it’s going to be like to spend the entire evening together.

It’s not like you think he’s going to be rude or anything, you’re worried if you’re going to be able to control yourself and not let loose all the feelings you’ve been containing for months now. You’re practically a bundle of nerves the entire time you’re getting ready, and during the walk to Poe’s apartment, and by the time you’re knocking on his door, you’re sure you’re going to pass out.

You manage to stay upright when Poe opens the door, a broad smile on his face and a towel thrown over his shoulder. There’s a smear of flour across his nose that makes you fight the urge to gently wipe it away, and have your hand linger on his cheek.

“C’mon in!” Poe steps back, letting you enter into his space, “I tried to clean it up, but it’s still a bit cluttered. And dinner is almost done.”

You toe off your shoes before stepping deeper into his apartment, taking in all of his decor and furnishings.

“Wow, a chef and a bartender, what can’t you do?”

“Juggle.”

You snort, and it’s an ugly sound, but Poe breaks out in a grin while you shake your head at his joke, and you’d make that noise a hundred times if it means you can see that expression light up his face.

He goes back to cooking, frantically stirring at something simmering on the stove, while you take a peek at his kitchen and living room, looking through the items he has on his bookshelves and end table, the pictures he has framed and hanging on the walls.

There are pictures of him with Finn in front of jets, looking baby faced and bright eyed. There are pictures with him, Rey, and Rose, laughing around a table with a board game set up. There’s a picture of the five of you from your lake trip, and you can’t help the smile that grows on your face.

He had pictures with a man who you assume is his father, with the same nose and dark brown eyes, spanning from his childhood to what looks like a few months ago, in front of a large tree. He has older, weathered photos, with a smiling woman with curly hair and a curly haired baby on her lap. There’s a photo with him and an older woman, a different woman, with her grey hair in an elaborate braid.

You want to ask, want to sit and listen to him rememinse on every moment from the pictures, but you’re not sure how he’d react. The last thing you want is for the two of you to start growing close, only for you to ruin it by prying into his past.

While you have your dilemma, an orange and white cat winds itself around your legs, nuzzling its head as it goes.

“Oh, you must be the famed Bee,” you say to the animal, crouching down to give him a good scratch between his ears, delighting in the way he purrs and rubs against your hand.

You stay in your crouched position, cooing to the cat as he flips onto the ground, allowing you to pet him and making happy little noises as you do. Poe, for just a moment, stands in the entryway to the living room, smiling as he hears you speaking softly to Bee.

“Be careful, or you’ll inflate his ego,” he finally says, suppressing a chuckle as you jump in surprise.

“He deserves it, he’s adorable,” you reply, standing up, much to the protest of Bee, who meows loudly in an attempt to get you to stay.

As much as it pains you to leave the cat, you follow Poe back into the kitchen, Bee trailing behind.

“What can I help with?” You ask as Bee winds his way between your legs again, trying to get the attention back on him.

“Nothing, it’s almost done.”

“Then can I help set the table?”

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’ sound. He truly is a headstrong, stubborn man.

So, you sit around and wait while Poe finishes up before plating the food and setting it on the table. It smells amazing, and you’re sure that it’s going to taste twice as good. Poe pours you a drink, and then you settle in at his cozy kitchen table.

You spend hours there, talking and talking about everything and nothing and all the things in between. You reminisce on your childhoods and cringe as you tell stories from high school and college, reliving your fondest memories.

You can’t remember a time in your life where you’ve talked with someone this much, where you don’t even realize the sky growing dark or the hours ticking by, you’re so enthralled with Poe and everything he had to say. Of course, he listens to you and your stories with just as much intensity, asking questions and humming along in all the right places.

At some point, you find yourself squished between him and the counter, helping him wash the dishes. He still insists that he wash and you dry, so he instructs you on where all of the dishes go. It feels intimate in an unexpected way, and it makes your heart thud against your ribs.

Though, you’re doing a much better job at keeping yourself together than you thought. You haven’t spilled your guts to the man yet, and it looks like you’re in the clear, as long as you remember how to breathe when he steps behind you to open up a cabinet and you can feel the warmth of his chest on your back, even through the layers of fabric that separate you.

It’s like he does it on purpose, acts all charming and lovely so you fall in love with him, and even though you know it’s not remotely true, that’s the only reason you can think of for why he’d torture you like this. Or, maybe, you’re being a bit dramatic and he’s just trying to put the dishes away.

Either way, he steps away all too soon, and you suddenly feel extremely cold without him pressed up against you.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” you blurt after a glance at the clock on his oven, worried you’d overstayed your welcome by about three hours.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he responds, looking confused until you jerk your heads towards the time flashing on his oven, nodding along as realization dawns across his face. “Well, now I’m sorry for keeping you here so late.”

It’s delivered with one of those classic Poe Dameron smiles that makes you weak in the knees, and you’re lucky you’ve got the sink at your back to support you.

“Alright, let me grab my keys,” he says, leaving no room for discussion as he turns away, heading towards his bedroom.

You shake your head, even though he can’t see you, and crouch down to give Bee some goodbye scratches. When you stand, he gently headbutts your leg, and your heart bursts at this adorable little animal. You see why Poe loves him so much.

When Poe comes back into the kitchen, you head towards his door and slip your shoes back on, waiting as he does the same. The two of you talk quietly as you make your way to his car, mindful of the late hour.

The conversation dies off into a comfortable type of quiet after Poe starts driving, and you almost think you could fall asleep like this, feeling warm and happy and safe. But, then Poe starts to talk, so you put off your nap for now.

“I’d let you watch him, next time I go out of town if you want.”

It seems random, out of the blue, but it makes your throat close up all the same. You remember the jokes about just how much Poe loved his cat, how he wouldn’t let anyone but Finn, Rey, or Rose pet sit for him.

You think you grasp his meaning, despite how well he thinks he’s hidden it.

“You’d trust me with your best friend?” Your voice is teasing, and your chest warms at the smile that graces his features.

“‘Course I would.” He’s pulling up to your building now, and you’d give anything to live in this moment for a little while longer. “Though he’s more of a handful than he seems.”

“Like you?” You ask, unbuckling and getting ready to bolt.

“Just like me.”

“No one’s just like you, Poe.” You say, voice going soft and tentative, “You’re one of a kind.”

You hope he grasps the meaning behind your words, while simultaneously praying he doesn’t.

“Goodnight, Poe.” You decide that no answer is better, so you hurry out and shut the car door without looking back at him, trying to walk to your apartment as calmly as possible, even though you’re rioting on the inside.

Your heart doesn’t stop pounding until you're laying in your bed, running through the night in your mind over and over, analyzing every single thing you’ve said. You aren’t sure how, but at some point, you fall asleep, still ruminating over every moment you’ve spent with Poe.

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omg headcanons for poe when he realizes best friend!reader has feelings for him/how he goes ab confessing?

oooh i love this one -- i kinda wrote it from the perspective that have mutual feelings

poe would be the first to realise his feelings for you. it would be like "yeah just because i hang out with them everyday and i'm messaging them when i'm not with them and i feel sad when they're gone doesn't mean i love them - oh wait yeah it does"

and everyone else, especially finn, is like oh my GOD finally you realised

like you know that scene in friends when rachel is like "why didn't you tell me i'm in love with ross?!" and phoebe is like "we all thought you knew!" bc it's exactly that

he'd be hesitant at first to do anything about it. a) bc you're his best friend and your friendship is everything to him and b) what if you don't like him back

which is a whole stupid and a half because you're having your own whole ass crisis over here over the exact same thing

and once again all your friends are like oH MY GOD WE FUCKING KNOW

but obviously none of them are going to spill the beans to either of you because it's not their place and honestly? it's pretty funny watching you to try to work it out on your own

i think it would take a pretty big event for it come to head eventually. maybe a dangerous mission that goes wrong, or a near-miss out in the field that makes one of you realise life is short

poe would probably be having a go at you for doing something stupid in said dangerous scenario or vice versa and you'd yell something like

"THIS IS STUPID. I LOVE YOU."

"YEAH WELL I LOVE YOU TOO"

"GREAT"

"COOL"

"FINE"

and honestly?? how else would it happen

it's beautiful and chaotic, but that's exactly how it should be

▬❝ crush? ❞

summary: one moment he was just some pilot and the next he was your Poe, ⟶ {Poe Dameron x f!reader}

warnings: minor alcohol consumption, injury mention

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You weren’t quite sure when exactly it had happened but you did know that Poe Dameron was paying you more attention than ever before. One day you’d barely interacted with him and the next you seemed to be seeing him everywhere. 

As one of the resistance’s assistant strategists you didn’t officially have that much to do with Poe. The two of you had been in meetings together, you’d run a few errands for your superiors that had involved delivering something to him, once he’d come directly to you to ask your opinion on a plan he had, but aside from that your paths didn’t cross. And then they did. 

All of a sudden he was greeting you as he passed your office - somewhere so far away from anywhere he’d need to be it was ridiculous. Then he was bumping into you in the hallways with an ‘extra’ cup of coffee that just happened to be exactly how you liked it. And soon you were one of his friends. A feat you had nothing to do with and yet still managed to make a few of your peers jealous. It wasn’t as if you’d done anything, or at least nothing you could remember.

Sitting at the end of one of the long tables, you listened to a fellow strategist, Makaki, tell you about their nightmare bunkmate. “And I mean, she leaves her clothes everywhere. She might as well have been assigned my bunk too because her shit is always over it,” they complained.

“I swear, some people have no basic respect for others,” you agreed, “the first bunkmate I ever had thought it would be great to grow a kind of fast-growing sprout from Dagobah. We had to spray our room with toxins and quarantine for a week.”

“Y/N. Y/N!” Poe called from across the mess hall. You looked up to see the pilot strutting towards you. One of his arms was slung over Finn and had a very-full tray of food propped against his hip. They were upon you in a moment.

“Hey, guys. What can I do for you?” you asked, looking between the two of them.

Poe dropped his tray down next to yours and wormed his way onto the very end of the bench prompting you to scootch yourself and your own tray down a bit. You couldn’t tell if he simply didn’t notice his sudden takeover of your spot or simply didn’t care. Either way, it didn’t matter much because he was immediately into an enthusiastic ramble.

“Finn and I were just discussing whether droids are alive or not,” he said, turning a bit in his seat to face you, his knee moving to rest against yours under the table, “And since you’re a delightfully insightful person I thought you might help us out here. See, I say they are alive but he disagrees.”

Finn slid in next to Makaki across the table with a small ‘thanks’. Sharply contrasting Poe’s full immersion in the topic, he didn’t seem to care all that much. “They’ve been programmed and made by a person, I just don’t think that can be classed as alive,” he said, spooning a mouthful of stew into his face.

“We were all technically made and programmed. The only difference between us and droids is that our programming is genetic,” Poe continued, gesturing fervently, “You’re telling me that with all of his jokes and zest, you seriously don’t think BB-8 is alive?”

“It’s artificial intelligence,” Finn said, “I don’t doubt BB’s personality nor the fact that he has feelings, but that doesn’t make him alive like we are.”

Poe grit his teeth, shaking his head lightly as he looked at Finn incredulously. “Doesn’t it? Define alive, hmm?” He turns to you. “C’mon, you agree with me, right, Y/N?”

“Well, uh, I don’t know,” you admitted, pushing around the beans on your plate with your fork, “I don’t know if alive is the right word but I think some droids are beyond artificial intelligence. The emotional connections droids form with people doesn’t exactly fit that term, don’t you think?”

“Exactly! Thank you!” Poe exclaims, slapping a hand on your shoulder, “Someone of intelligence.” 

“Have you asked BB-8 what he thinks yet?” You asked.

“Not yet,” Poe said. He reached for his water and took a sip before continuing. “I don’t wanna hurt his feelings.” You laughed. Of course he didn’t. If there was anything that would remain indisputable about Poe it was his adoration of that little astromech unit. 

“What were you two talking about anyway?’ he asked, “Any fresh base gossip?”

“Just shitty bunkmates,” Makaki said with a shrug. They didn’t seem particularly phased by the sudden invasion of your conversation.

“Hmm, I feel that,” Finn said, his tray already half-empty, “I haven’t been here that long and I’ve already gone through about three.”

“Well, maybe you’re the shitty bunkmate in the equation,” Poe suggested, buttering his roll and ripping a hunk off with his teeth, “Ever thought of that?”

“You’re only saying that ‘cause I got rid of you in a week,” Finn replied.

“Oh. Oh, am I just? Well for your information I was at my breaking point with you too.”

Finn snorted. “The problem with that one is that he needs constant attention,” he said to you and Makaki.

Poe rolled his eyes and took another sip of his drink. “Whatever you say, Finn, whatever you say.”

“Hey, you can’t be any worse than the guy I had that would sit and watch me work. No talking, no movement, just sitting there. That was just creepy,” you said, shivering as you remembered.

“Everyone’s got their thing, right?” Makaki joked.

“What’s your thing then, Y/N?” Poe inquired, “Your red flag, per say.”

You had to think about that for a moment. 

“I like to stay up late. Reading, working, anything really. I do my best to keep light as minimal as possible of course but there’s always something on so I can see. Haven’t had any direct complaints yet but I figure it’s gotta be a little annoying.”

Poe nodded slightly, full attention on you. “Interesting,” he remarked plainly.

“Is it?" you asked, chuckling awkwardly.

You noticed he often did things like that, including you in what felt like mostly meaningless discussions or going out of his way to have a conversation with you. He never did it alone though you realised. He might invite himself into your space, or the opposite, but he’d always bring Finn or Rey or even C3-PO once. 

You began to pick up on the little things about him. How he hated maintaining the paint on his ship despite his love for keeping her in tip-top shape. How he would much rather be in a freezing wet forest than a boiling desert. You could tell he was doing the same and no matter how dull or mundane you thought a detail about your life was he acted as though it was fascinating. You couldn’t tell if you should be flattered or if all of that going in circles in his X-Wing had done something to his brain.

It wasn’t that you had a problem with this new friendship, Poe was a total babe, but some part of you couldn’t help but doubt the sincerity of it. He had such a wondrous presence that you felt almost undeserving of it. Everyone was drawn to Poe, he was utterly magnetic and yet you weren’t sure you’d ever gone out of your way to have a conversation with him. There was no need to since he kept appearing around you though.

It was reasonably late one evening when you finished your day’s tasks and decided to get some supper. After picking up a Corellian pear along with a knife to cut it with, and a bottle of water you turned to the mostly empty mess hall. You would’ve just gone back to your room but the sight of an uncharacteristically tired looking commander caught your eye. One of about ten people in the room, Poe sat at the table furthest away from the food stations. He had a bowl of stew or soup or something in front of him and was engrossed in reading the book he had propped up in his hand.

You hesitated for a moment before heading towards him. It wasn’t until you were stepping into the seat opposite him that he noticed you.

“Hey,” you said with a small smile.

“Hi,” he replied.

“Oh, no you don’t have to stop,” you said as he went to put the bookmark in his book, “I just thought it'd be better to come sit with you than be alone in my quarters.”

He moved the book aside anyway and picked up his spoon again. “Wow, I’m honoured,” he teased. If he’d looked drained from afar, he looked positively exhausted up close. His whole demeanour was subdued and the energy he gave off was diluted. 

“As you should be,” you joked, cutting a slice off the pear and holding it up to your lips, “Long day?”

He sighed with his entire body, the light chuckle following unable to disguise his fatigue. “The longest. Black Squadron and I were doing general maintenance to get ready for the scouting mission when Sammant’s blaster cannon malfunctioned and boom.” He mimed an explosion and made a little phoosf noise. 

“Ah shit,” you said sympathetically, “Is everyone okay?”

“Sammant took the brunt of it. He and Dev are in med with first degree burns. They’ll be fine by the time we’re set to leave next week but y’know.” He had a spoonful of soup before asking, “Why don’t you tell me about your day?”

“Not much to say,” you admitted, “We looked over all of the latest known movements of the First Order to try and figure out their next moves, just seems like they’re still trying to get more corrupt governing bodies on their side.”

“They having much luck?”

“Do you really wanna know?” you asked. 

“Not really, no,” he said honestly. 

A healthy pause in conversation fell between the two of you as he continued to eat his soup - the occasional slurp making you smile - and you slowly whittled away at your pear, the soft crunching of you chewing keeping silence from settling. It was nice; sitting there with him. There was no pressure. It made for a nice change from the regular urgency of your lives. 

Once you’d finished eating you reached for your water. You frowned, struggling to twist off the cap. Before you could try again Poe wordlessly reached across the table and took it from you. He unscrewed it with ease, returned it, and went right back to eating. After uttering a soft ‘thank you’, you couldn’t help but stare at him as you took a sip of your water. 

When he looked up again, you noticed how his Adam's apple bobbed when he locked eyes with you. It made your stomach twist.

“It’s never just us is it,” you began, “Alone, I mean. We’re always around other people.”

“Yeah,” he said thoughtfully, “I hadn’t really thought about it before.” He didn’t ever look away, not even as he stirred the last bit of his soup lazily.

“Yeah, I just… thought that was interesting.” Your throat felt tight and you knew you were gripping your water too firmly. Something about the way he held your gaze made you feel small.

“‘You saying you’d like us to be alone more?” His tone toed the line between a playful jest and a hopeful question. 

“No,” you replied quickly, “Well, not ‘no’. It’s just- it was an observation.”

“Okay.” He shrugged, seemingly content with your answer, and went back to eating his soup. 

Apart from that night you hadn’t spent any more time alone together and you found yourself a little disappointed. You still saw him everyday he was on-planet. That brief moment of utter exhaustion you’d found him in hadn't been repeated which you were glad for. 

However, from that moment on there was a tiny shift in your friendship, nothing you could point out or name but it had changed. Poe was softer. Not in the way he spoke or how he acted or anything like that. No, it was his eyes. Something was different in how he looked at you. You didn't know how else to describe it other than intimate. It made you feel a bit warm.

A couple of months had passed when you found yourself in the thick of a local celebration. Sensing how low overall base morale had been recently, General Organa had authorised a trip for any interested to the closest city where a lights festival was being held.

You pushed your way through the crowds towards the bar Rey had told you she’d be at. Above the throng of heads, you spotted the brilliant neon sign, “Baipipe’s Best”. Entering the establishment you were pleasantly surprised to see it emptier than expected. There were a few empty stools at the bar as well as a few empty tables. 

It didn’t take you long to find the people you were looking for. In the far corner of the room you saw they’d pulled a few of the square tables together by a long booth seat to fit everyone. From a distance the sight of them made you grin, eleven of your closest friends and coworkers crowding together laughing and having a good time. You couldn’t recall the last time you’d seen them all so happy.

After getting a drink from the bar you walked over. Rey, Finn, Makaki, and three guys from the Black Squadron, Lin, Kray and Adan, sat in chairs with their backs to you while another strategist, Annlos, sat beside Dev, Sammant, a relatively new member of the resistance, Vexdall, and finally Poe at the booth. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Annlos greeted, prompting the rest of the group to see you and call out a mix of ‘hello’ ‘hi’ and ‘sup’ with a noticeably last, “hey” from Poe. 

With his arms resting across the back of the booth, legs stretching out beneath the table, he looked… lean. When you’d first walked in it had been nice to see everyone in their preferred clothes but up close your stomach felt like lead at the sight of Poe’s rolled up sleeves and very open collar. Not to mention the chain and ring around his neck was visible for once.

“Sit here,” Poe said as he watched you reach for a nearby chair. He shuffled down a bit, opening up space for you. It wasn’t as if you could refuse so you gave him a small smile before plopping down beside him. He’d taken it off when he’d moved down, but once you were seated he replaced his arm on the back of the seat so that it was behind you. He turned his head to look at you. “Hey,” he said as you sipped your drink, “You look nice.”

“Thanks,” you said, not quite understanding how a simple tank top and pants looked nice, “Your hair looks good.”

“Thank you,” he replied with a grin, “I washed it.” You laughed, shifting to get more comfortable and unintentionally getting closer to him.

“Y/N, did you see the fireworks earlier?” Adan, asked from across the table. The two of you shared a homeworld, Chandrila, so despite your lack of common ground elsewhere you had a sense of understanding for one another.

“Yeah, they were really beautiful,” you replied, “Did you see the one that looked like an opee sea killer?”

“An opee what now?” Poe asked before Adan could reply. 

“It’s a giant fish on Naboo,” Adan explained, “Y/N and I saw one once.”

“They’re terrifying,” you added, shivering at the memory.

“You guys went to Naboo together?” Poe asked, looking at you with a slight frown.

You hummed in confirmation. “Yeah. A couple of years ago. One of my only non-strategist missions,” you said, “There was an ex-imperial Chandrilan informant there and General Organa figured she’d respond better to people from her homeworld. Which she did, thank the Maker.”

“Wow. Look at you being more than a nerd,” Poe said, putting his hand on your shoulder and squeezing playful, “Then again who wouldn’t listen to you, hmm?”

He didn’t move his hand when the conversation shifted to everyone’s favourite planet, and at some point during Dev’s speel on why Coruscant wasn’t just a polluted shithole, Poe started to trace small circles onto your bare shoulder. You were having trouble focusing on what anyone was saying. You chalked up the blossoming warmth in your throat to be the effects of the drink you’d just finished.

“Okay, okay!” Makaki said, the volume of their tone telling you they’d had a few drinks already, “When this is all over, when the First Order is just a name, what is everyone gonna do?”

“I think I’d like to travel for a long time,” Finn said, “Just going from place to place. Experiencing everything.” Rey hummed in agreement beside him.

“I’d like to be a famous performer,” Vexdall said, surprising all of you. He didn’t add anything else nor specify what kind of performer but it was nice to think about. 

Poe sat up straighter in his seat as he answered, “I’m gonna retire as a legendary war-hero, settle down, become some small town’s big name.”

“BB-8 coming with you?” you asked, grinning.

“Of course. What kind of life would it be without him?” he said like it wasn’t even an option to not have the droid around, “What are you gonna do, hmm, sweetheart?”

“Well, I uh…” You’d had an answer but the pet name momentarily stumped you. Blinking a couple of times, you regained your composure. “I always figured I’d get away from it all, help people on a smaller scale. Maybe be a teacher or something.”

“You should come to my little town,” Poe suggested, stroking the top of your shoulder with his thumb, “I’ll use the impressive wealth I’ll have amassed via my heroism to build you a little school.” The way he grinned at you made your stomach flutter. Maker, every single thing he had said to you tonight had made you feel a tad lightheaded. It wasn’t like he was doing anything different. Sure, he was a little more physically affectionate and when he talked to you his eyes seemed to deepen and he’d just invited you to share in his future but that wasn’t anything.

“Should we go and watch the rest of the light show before heading back?” Adan suggested.

“Sure,” you said, “I’ll probably get separated from the group given how big the crowds are though.”

“You can hold my hand if you like,” Poe said, his whole head turned sideways, looking at you with dark eyes. You swore you could’ve drowned in them.

“Okay.” You felt like a little mouse with how quiet that’d been.

The rest of the night blew by, the remainder of the light show shaping up to be one of the top ten most beautiful things you’d ever seen. Even though the crowds had grown since you’d last been in the mix, you faced no threat of getting lost which was nice but also meant you hadn’t taken up Poe on his offer. Despite that, he still stayed fixed to your side the entire time your jaw was hanging open as you took in the spectacle. You pulled your eyes away from the sky a few times to look at him. Watching the lights reflected in his dark irises was almost more beautiful than the real thing. 

It was the experience of a lifetime.

A few weeks passed by and you were busier than ever before. The sheer amount of stuff going on had you performing yours and others’ duties to keep the base functional. You’d barely had a minute for yourself let alone any to spare for your friends and it was getting to you. You felt a bit lonely.

It was nearly eleven at night as you sat at your desk. Your bunkmate was off-planet for a while so you didn’t have to feel too badly about still being awake. With about a third of a pile of paperwork left you figured you’d only be there another hour or so. It would be so easy to turn off your light and just crawl into bed but if you didn’t finish everything tonight you’d be stupidly behind tomorrow. Pulling the next piece of First Order transmission over, you felt that your brain was going to melt the moment you tried to decode it. 

A light knock at your door made you turn. You weren’t quite sure if you were just imagining a distraction or not so you stared at it for a moment longer. A second knock. Now that it was real you got up and hit the button on the wall to open it. 

Poe leant against your doorframe and grinned when he saw you standing there. You should’ve frowned at him being up this late but the desperate lack of interaction you’d had recently made you forget that.

“What can I do for you, Commander?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Just came to say hi. Can I come in?”

You stepped to the side and he wasted no time moving in past you. Hitting the button again, the door slid closed after you.

“Why the hell are you working?” he asked, standing over your desk as you fell back into your chair, “It’s late. You should be asleep.”

“I could say the same for you,” you replied, “and you wouldn’t have popped in if you didn’t think I’d be awake.”

“Wouldn’t I have?” he said cheekily, moving to sit on your bunk behind you, “Maybe I stopped by hoping to catch you fresh from sleep.”

You snorted. “Oh, sure. What reason would you do that for, though?”

“I figure you gotta be extra cute just after waking up,” he said thoughtfully. You had to fight the urge to whip around and look at him as goosebumps popped up across your skin. “I’ll have to test that hypothesis another time.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, thankful you weren’t facing him so he couldn’t see how flustered you were.

“What are you working on anyway?” You heard him climb out of the bunk and grab the second chair in the room to pull up near you. 

“Decoding.” Turning, you found him behind you to the left peering over your shoulder. 

He frowned lightly. “Since when do strategists decode? Don’t we have decoders for that?” he asked, reaching out to look at the paper in front of you. You watched as his eyes flitted across it, the curve in his brows steepening as he went. 

“Yeah, but most of them are in med. They all got food poisoning.”

He grimaced. Dropping the paper back to your desk he shifted his attention to your face. “You shouldn’t be working this late.” It wasn’t a disapproving remark from a friend so much as an order from a commander. 

“If I don’t finish this tonight I’ll be up even later tomorrow.”

“This is too much work for one person,” he said, putting a hand on your arm. Maker, every time he did that you wanted to fold into him completely. 

“I know.” It came out a whisper. When he’d said it aloud you couldn’t escape how exhausted you were. This moment reminded you a little of that time you’d found him sitting alone.

“Take a break with me,” he said, caressing your arm with his knuckles. Staring into his eyes, you softened.

Oh, Maker, those eyes. Everything in them made you ache for something you couldn’t name. There was a beautiful sincerity in his eyes that told you to trust him and part of you feared you’d jump off a cliff if he asked you to with those eyes.

“I can’t,” you said, hating yourself for it, “If I do, I’ll just go right to sleep.”

“I see no problem with that.”

“Why'd you come see me?” you asked.

“I miss you.”

“Really?” you said, chuckling lightly in disbelief, not quite willing to comprehend the gravity of that confession.

“Yeah,” he said. Gripping the edge of his chair, he scooted closer to you. “Do you miss me?” The eagerness and anticipation in him were clear.

You turned your whole body towards him, slotting one of your knees between his. He gave off the energy of a man teetering on a precipice without any fear of falling. Something about that scared you.

“‘Course I did,” you said, “These last few weeks without you have been incredibly dull.”

“Is it wrong of me to be happy that someone else isn’t spicing things up for you?” he asked, a grin twisting onto his face as he grabbed your knee playfully.

You swatted him softly in the chest with the back of your hand. “A bit, yeah. You wouldn’t be happy for me if there was?” you asked.

“I’m far too selfish for that,” he said, shaking his head, “I’d probably sulk for a while. Maybe even throw a tantrum.” You put a hand to your chest in fake gratitude. He leaned forward in his seat. If he got any closer you’d go cross-eyed looking him in the eyes. 

“Guess I’m stuck with you,” you breathed, trust in your ability to speak wavering.

“Only if you want to be,” he said. 

With gentleness beyond your imagination he reached up and cupped your face. It was slow and careful and clearly gave you time to pull away if you weren’t comfortable. You didn’t move. 

Caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs, Poe tipped your head up ever so slightly. His eyes flitted downwards to your lips for a moment. Your heart might’ve stopped then and there and you’d have been none the wiser.

And then he leaned in and kissed you and your entire life flashed before your eyes.

What in the galaxy could you have done to earn this moment? His lips were tender and sweet and practised. The way he cupped your face made you feel like the most adored being in the galaxy. He seemed to be holding you like letting go would mean losing you forever. You could taste the slight greed on his lips as he kissed you and behind the softness of him you could feel how he wanted to envelope you so completely. He was terrifyingly all-in. 

At first you couldn’t think to kiss back. Too drunk on this new feeling to register you were just sitting there, eyes shut. When Poe started to pull back you realised that he probably thought you weren’t into it and the sudden, overwhelming desperation to not part from him took over and you moved forward and kissed back with as much affection as you could muster. His shoulders dropped some of their tension at your participation.

You grasped at his collar. In the time you’d known him, Poe had always been up close and personal, a knee brushing yours, a hand on your arm. But now, with him closer than even it wasn’t close enough. You wanted to be suffocated by him - smothered. Perhaps he was psychic because he dropped a hand from your face and pulled you into his lap. Rather awkwardly that being said, one thick palm under your thigh, he dragged you forward clumsily off your chair so you were straddling him in his.

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you,” he breathed into your lips, snaking his arm around your waist to hold you flush to his chest. Had you not been focused on how warm and comforting he was, you would’ve understood the depth of his words.

“Uh huh,” you mumbled unthinkingly, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, every bit of distance between the two of you a sin. You could feel him smile into your lips as you scratched your nails into his hair. He was wonderfully present holding you like this, fully invested, fully immersed in you.

Being loved by Poe was like being loved by the very stars themselves. He was a miracle and to be held by him was to be blessed. In the vastness of the galaxy and the millions of wondrous things you’d witnessed there was something so fulfilling about this moment.

“You're so pretty,” he began in a breath between the heavy kisses he was pulling from your lips, voice delightfully hoarse, "’I ever tell you how pretty you are?”

“No," you mumbled into him. Threading your fingers into his hair, you eagerly swallowed the sigh he released.

"Well you are." He started to trace circles into your back, the familiar circles you'd spent more than one night thinking about. "You're fucking stunning."

Till now you hadn't realised just what you'd been missing in your life but being worshipped by Poe Dameron made you keenly aware as it filled that gap in your soul. "You're gorgeous, Poe," you whispered, speaking quickly so as to do so without ceasing to kiss him, "Every single piece of you."

He melted in your arms a bit. "You're never getting rid of me now." It was so soft and sigh-like, his voice perfectly illustrating how sincere he was.

Another kiss. "Good."

If it had been late at night when you'd first heard him knock it you figured it might be early morning when the kiss finally cooled. You were sitting in his lap, faces apart, staring down into his eyes, playing with his hair as he held your hips in each palm. You'd never noticed them before but looking at them now, the slight creases in the corners of his eyes - smile wrinkles you'd determined - made you feel all warm and fluttery. There was so much detail to him that you were delighted to discover, a smouldering curiosity with no urgency to it. It settled in you that you'd have more moments like this now, that you had all the time in the world to notice everything about him.

"You should go to bed," he said, gazing up at you like one would look at a natural wonder. The ache of exhaustion in your bones hadn't left but with Poe holding you like this it felt less heavy.

"Probably," you replied, "that would require getting up though, and I'm perfectly happy where I am."

His chuckle made you smile. "Not necessarily."

You felt him shift beneath you slightly before his hands moved to the underside of your thighs and he lifted you with him as he got to his feet. With your limbs wrapped around him and him supporting your weight, he kissed you again. This one wasn't anything more than a peck but it felt like a promise.

Turning carefully, he moved to lower you into your bunk - ducking to not bump his head.

"There we go," he said softly once you were safely on top of your covers, head resting on the pillow. He reached up and brushed a hand across your cheek. "All safe and sound." He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He started to pull back, unhooking his arms from you as your legs dropped from him. 

"Aren't you staying?" you asked, suddenly distressed by the fact he was intending to leave you in your cold bed, robbed of his warmth.

"Do you want me to?" he asked, vaguely surprised by the question.

"Yes." It may well have been the easiest 'yes' of your life. There was no decision to make, it was just what was happening.

He seemed to consider your expression for a long moment before replying, "Okay." You hummed at his agreement. "Lemme take my boots off first, baby."

You supposed when he called you that you could allow him to remove his shoes. He did move out of your grip which made you grumble a little. Moving your legs to make room, he perched on the edge of the bunk and pulled his shoes off. He shed his jacket and belt as well.

And then he was crawling back into your welcoming arms. "You sure this is alright?" he asked, hovering over you, propped up by the elbows, "I don't wanna be here unless you want me to be."

"More than alright." Running your hands up and down his arms, you willed him to relax atop you. And he did, and it was bliss. He was heavy, heavy enough that you had to slightly reconfigure your breathing but as he wrapped his arms around you, his face pressed into your neck you felt more at peace than ever. The weight of him was delicious, you decided. You held true about wanting to be smothered by him. Never before had you felt so desired in such an intimate way.

"Just to be clear," he said, lifting his head up to rub his nose against your cheek before kissing it, "you're into me too, right?"

You felt a little bad but you couldn't help but laugh. "Yes. Very."

He hummed low in his throat and you shivered slightly. "Are you saying you have a crush on me, baby? Is that what you're saying?" he teased.

"Yeah. I'm down bad," you said, moving your hands up and under his shirt so your palm was flat on his warm back. You suddenly recalled the word that he'd uttered against your lips earlier and you seized up a little. 

"Are you really in love with me?" you whispered. 

The silence that followed your question was haunting.

"Yeah," he replied finally, all of the light teasing replaced by truth, "is that okay?"

It was your turn to be silent. "Yeah," you whispered, "I think I might be in love with you too but I haven't thought enough about it to be sure."

"That's okay," he said with a small smile. Every square inch of you ached for him and you weren’t sure you’d ever recover from how tender he was. You had him in your arms and would undoubtedly have him there again but you felt that every moment from now until you died that you did not have him near, you would miss him. You’d never really been selfish or greedy before but with one taste of Poe Dameron you feared you might become quite unbearably depraved. 

"Good night, Poe,” you said, wrapping your arms around him a little tighter as you kissed his forehead. He snuggled in a bit more, sighed into your neck and pressed a kiss to your jaw.

“Sleep well, sweetheart.”

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a/n: I was highkey blushing as I wrote this, this man is just hhhhhhhhhh, i love him I LOVE HIM - this was originally meant to be some headcanons and then just a lil drabble and then a small oneshot and now it's the longest solo piece I've ever written.

if you have any ideas, suggestions, or comments please comment on this post, dm me or drop your thoughts in my inbox! i'd love to talk to you :))