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The Poe headcanon is officially the last thing I'll put out in this blog. Nothing will be deleted tho. But if anyone wants to chat or put in a request hop on over to @sarcastic-bubbl!

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May we have some fluffy headcanons with Poe and shy linguistic reader? 🥺🥺🥺

Paring: Poe Dameron x Shy!Linguist!Reader

Word cout: 1K

A/n: I know headcanons are supposed to be short, or at least shorter than this. But I carried away, the fluff had to be written!

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You first met Poe when you were assigned to accompany him to a foreign planet as a translator. 

You hated fieldwork and preferred your small, yet cozy, office. 

There was also an intense fear of flying that threatened to keep you grounded for life.

Poe was very accommodating during the trip. 

He could tell you were nervous and did everything to try and ease your worries. 

He may have even cured your fear of flying.

Or, well, maybe flying with him. 

As long as he was flying you weren’t too worried about getting lost in the endless vacuum of space. 

You didn’t talk much during the trip, definitely not more than you had to. Ultimately you regretted this as Poe seemed like a genuinely good person. 

After returning you had more or less given up on seeing him again. 

That was until he showed up at your door with a small basket of food in hand and a very legitimate claim that you don’t go outside nearly enough. 

You fought him at first, you didn’t like crowds and had lots of work to do. 

He ended up winning and you were pleasantly surprised to find that he’d led you to a quiet place just of the base. Between the food and the scenery, it was perfect.

This started a tradition. Once a week Poe would appear outside your door and claim you needed a break. Then you’d have a picnic together. At first, you just ate quietly together. Poe would try to start a conversation but you just weren’t sure what to say. 

As time went on you opened up. The conversation went from being short to you taking the better part of the afternoon off - your superiors didn’t like this at all. Poe would tell you about his childhood on Yavin 4 and in return, you’d share stories from yours. 

The first time you kissed was in your office. Poe had shown up to whisk you away for an afternoon of food and relaxation but you just couldn’t go. There was far too much to do and already not enough time to finish it all. Instead of leaving Poe insisted on helping. So you showed him the patterns to look for. He couldn’t understand them but if you didn’t have to read through the entire document to figure out if it was relevant you’d save so much time. 

You worked late into the night. Datapads and even old fashion paper were strewn across the floor. When the last one was finished you flopped backwards absolutely exhausted. Poe offered you a hand up and you thanked him for that and all of the help he was. Before you could shoo him off he kissed you. He’d be planning on doing it during the picnic that day and he wasn’t leaving without at least trying and when you didn’t slap him he took it as a victory. 

You could only stare as you tried to process it, “What was that-” 

Poe cut you off before you could finish the question. “I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent together. But I want it to be more. I want us to be more.” 

“You probably should have said that before you kissed me,” stated pointedly but with a small smile. You were so tired at this point you were entirely sure if this was real or just a dream. This wouldn’t be the first time you dreamed about something like this happening.

“Probably,” Poe agreed with a chuckle before leaving you for the night. 

Things only got better from there. 

You learned quickly to not absolutely hate the occasional nights spent with his squad. You almost enjoyed them. 

Poe always planned it so you didn’t have to go anywhere near a cantina. Everyone brought their drinks and would spend the night joking in a far off corner of the base. 

You didn’t ever think you’d get used to the PDA though.

Poe did his best to keep it a minimum but sometimes he couldn’t help but steal a quick kiss or damn near pull you into his lap while he talked about how incredible your work was to his fellow pilots. 

Your favourite nights were the ones where you’d cuddle in bed together. You’d listen to his seemingly endless reservoir of interesting stories. In between, you’d share a few of your own. Often the night would grow late and you’d doze off in his arms and some other nights you’d have just a little bit too much wine and talk his ear off about your work. Eventually, he’d shut you up with a kiss and pull you under the covers with him. 

Poe even sparked a love of flying in you. The first time you agreed to go up in his x-wing he accepted that it might be a one-time thing but when you asked him to go again he thought he had died and gone to heaven. 

When he offered to teach you how to fly you still said no, though. 

He kept pushing and eventually you told him he could teach you how to fly if he learned another language. You thought that was the end of it. 

Four months later Poe asked you if you’d finally let him teach you to fly. You almost dropped your caf when you realized he said it in Rhodian. A deal was a deal. 

A few days later you were awkwardly situated on Poes lap in the front of his x-wing. The first lesson went horribly. You felt like you were going to crash into everything. 

You were ready to quiet but when you saw how happy he was as he explained the mistakes you made and how to fix them you just couldn’t. 

So you learned to fly. You never got to be as good as him but you were perfectly fine with that. 

At some point, you adopt BB-8 as your unofficial child and occasionally borrow him to help with your work. 

Poe loved to watch you interact with the droid. You treated the droid just like a person. 

And he had BB-8 to thank for all the extra time he got to spend with you. The droid was quite good at helping out with translation work as it turned out. 

After Palpatine was defeated and the rebellion was finally won, Poe proposed with his mother’s ring and soon after you were married.

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Requests are open!

Now that I’ve cleared out my inbox in my old blog and decided to make the move (Posting full length fic on the mobile app is a chore I don’t enjoy) it’s time to open requests! 

Characters I’ll write for:

Obi-wan Kenobi

Anakin Skywalker

Poe Dameron

Finn

Cal Kestis

Han Solo 

Din Djarin

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

and if you don’t see the star wars character of your choice here just ask! 

I’m open to write just about anything. I’ve haven’t had a request that has crossed my limits yet so have fun! (And enjoy this very cute baby yoda gif I found)

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“Leave me alone” and “Did you just kiss me?”

With Anakin if you are ok with that :)

Paring: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Work count: 1.5K

Warnings: It gets a little angsty down there.

A/N: Oh my god guys I'm on a writing roll! I also wasn't about to finally switch everything over to my other blog without clearing my inbox first. Like I'm an ass, but I'm not that big of an ass. But I do really hate trying to format fics on the tumblr mobile app. So just pop on over to @sarcastic-bubbl if you want.

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You lay on top of a large pile of cushions. If a passer-by were to peek in they’d think you were napping, but that wasn’t the case. You were meditating. Every Jedi had their preference when it came to positioning and yours just happened to be laying down. You found it easier to forget your physical form and fully immerse yourself in the force when laying. Maker knew you needed all the help the force may offer at the moment. Your master had sent you to meditate hours ago and told you not to come back until you’d made a decision. At first, this had seemed cruel, but it was your fault for taking so long to make this decision. You tried to search the force for the answers you were looking for but it only echoed the fear and uncertainty you felt. Your breathing deepened and slowed as you worked your way through various meditation techniques but your mind simply refused to clear. This should be a simple choice. The council believed you were ready to ascend to the rank of Jedi Knight. You should agree with them. You should be grateful for the chance to complete the remaining trials that you hadn’t during the last few months of your training. Everyone believed you were ready yet you didn’t feel ready. The more you were pressured the less ready you felt. You could just say no, but making a habit of defying the council and your own master hardly seemed like a good idea. Why couldn’t this be simple?

    You were far too lost in thought to hear to door open and close. Nor did you notice the sound of cushions being moved to create a small pile perfect for lounging on. “You need to relax more,” stated Anakin very matter-of-factly as he sat down next to you. 

    This was finally enough to pull you from your thoughts. “Leave me alone,” you grumbled, “can’t you see I’m meditating?” Why was he here? Anakin was a pest. He had been one since he had arrived at the Jedi temple all those years ago. He was, however, your favourite pest and easily your best friend. As often as he drove you crazy with his reckless antics and sarcastic wit you found yourself drawn to him. He was someone you trusted and could talk to but right now he was a pest and you wanted to be alone. 

    “I’m not sure you can actually call what you’re doing meditating, (y/n).” His sentence was punctuated by the crisp crunch of him biting into an apple. 

    You opened your eyes only so you could properly glare at the Jedi next to you. “What would you call it then?” 

    His soft blue eyes met yours. The cocky expression he so often had around you faded into concern. “The beginnings of an existential crisis.” 

    You missed the concern that had begun to creep into his voice and his change of expression. There was just so much on your mind and even though you were looking at your attention was still only halfway there. “Are you just here to tease me or is there a reason you’re here?” You hated yourself for it but you could feel tears begin to form as you spoke, the frustration stemming from indecisiveness was already too much and Anakin was threatening to tip you over the edge. 

    Anakin set the apple down on a bare patch of the floor before place his hand over yours. “I came to check on you. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” You weren’t okay and Anakin knew it. He had the force to thank for that. Upon his return to the temple only half an hour early he had looked for the gentle yet mischievous waves that were your presence in the force and had been since you were children. He never found it. Instead, wave after wave of uncertainty had crashed into him. At that moment he had decided his duties could wait and he set off to find you. 

    “I don’t think I’m okay,” you whispered. The tears you had been trying so hard to hold back took this as permission to quietly stream down your cheeks. 

    Anakin slipped his mechanical arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest. You shuddered against him as you cried. You waited for him to say something. He always had something to say, but Anakin remained quiet. He simply held you tight until your tears had run their course. Once he was certain you were done crying he spoke to you softly and pressed a small bottle into your hands, “have some water. You don’t want a headache.” 

    You were grateful for the cool liquid. Each sip soothed your parched throat and seemed to chase away the impending headache that Anakin was so worried about. Not trusting yourself to speak just yet you gave the man a weak smile. 

“If you want to be alone I’ll leave,” a gentle thumb brushed the few remaining tears from your cheeks,” but if you want me to stay I will. It’s up to you.” 

“Please stay,” you whispered weakly. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Not really.” That was all it took for silence to return to the room. You relaxed against Anakin’s chest and once again his arms encircled you and held you tightly.

 You weren’t sure how long you laid like this, just enjoying his soothing presence, but when you peaked out one of the rooms small windows stars littered the sky. You were the first to break the silence, “thank you.” 

“Of course,” hummed Anakin in response. 

“You probably had more important things to do than sit here with me,” you pointed out quietly. 

“That’s what the council will try to tell me, but nothing is more important than you,” he brushed his fingers through your hair before continuing,” and whatever decision you make I’ll support you.” He felt you tense beneath him. “You can tell the council no. As wise as they claim to be, they don’t know everything about you.” 

“And what about my master?” You could feel the dread rushing back into you. 

“What about him? If he’s that determined to get rid of you then I’ll take you on as my Padawan until you’re ready.” He realized how ridiculous the idea sounded as he spoke it. He had only been knighted a few months ago and as far as skill was concerned you were his equal, and there was the was fact that he was only your senior by a year. It wouldn’t be the most conventional pairing.

“You can’t possibly think they’d let you do that,” you replied with a small smile. 

“I’d like to see them stop me,” his words were sincere. He had no clue how would do it, but if he had to them he’d figure out a way to make you his padawan. He’d have to get Obi-wan on board with the idea if he ever hoped to have a chance. 

“You’re insane,” you laughed in response. It was quiet but it was there and thats and Anakin needed. 

“Probably,” he chuckled. He was a little disappointed when your body shifted off his. You did keep one had in his as you shifted into a half-sitting position next to him. He could see the real you coming out again as you giggled quietly to yourself over the idea of being his padawan. He could feel you again too. The uncertainty was still there but the force was once again filled with your gentle presence, “Feeling better?”

“Yeah, thank you, Ani.” 

“Good.” He wasn’t sure what drove him to do it now of all times but as he finished speaking his lips met yours in a soft, short kiss. He regretted it almost immediately, but that didn’t stop him from lingering for a few moments. 

“Did you just kiss me?” Your expression was an unreadable mix of emotions and so were your thoughts. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… that was wrong. I-” You pushed a finger against his lips effectively silencing him. 

“It’s okay, Ani. I just didn’t expect it is all” your finger left his lips and your hand fell to your side,” but if you wanted to try again that would be okay.” 

Anakin’s expression was a mix of sheer relief and pure joy as his lip once again captured yours. His lips were softer than you’d expected and far more welcoming than you had ever imagined. “How was that?” He chuckled. 

“Much better.”

“Are you ready to go tell the council your decision?”

Your eyes met his,” as long as you’re with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Anakin pushed himself to his feet and held a hand out to you, “ now let’s go face them together.” 

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A Study In Intimacy

2 = Obi-Wan and bandages

Words = 1028

Warnings = blood, past injury, general pain, fluff 

Summary = Obi-Wan helps you bandage your legs

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STAR WARS: THE HOLY TRINITY

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hooray

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it fucks me up that tolkien only died in 1973. dude has the vibe of a victorian scholar who wrote all his manuscripts by candlelight but then you look him up and realise that he knew what color tv was. what the fuck.

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Hey lovely! What about a steamy Poe against the wall makeout sesh 💋

Paring: Poe Dameron X Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: I mean besides the steamy make out there is some shirtlessness but that is the extent of the nudity.

A/N: I didn't forget about you anon! Also I think we should all appreciate the self control it took to stop where I did and not make this smutty. Also I now realize you asked foe Poe against the wall, I'm sorry I'm dumb and can't read..

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The buzz of the cantina was loud in Poe's ears. Conversations from tired soldiers excited to spend the night out filled the room. The dim lights and the constant movement of the crowd made it hard for him to find the one person he was looking for. You. He was looking for you. He was certain you’d be here. When he had last seen you, just a few hours ago, you had said something about coming here for a drink. So where were you? Had you left already? It was possible but unlikely. It was still too early for that. Had he gone to the wrong cantina? Also unlikely. There were only so many close to the base and you had to be on duty tomorrow. Maybe he should have just asked to come with you. That would have been easier. But then again, he was your captain. What if you had felt obligated to let him come. Poe desperately wanted to spend extra time with you, but he didn’t want his rank to have anything to do with it. Maybe it was time to take a break from watching the door and get a drink. If he had a drink in his hand when you came in it would seem less like he was only here for you. 

    Poe weaved his way through the crowd. More than once a group of familiar soldiers tried to wave him over. He shot them a quick, yet polite, smile before ultimately ignoring them. The bar itself was quite crowded but with some effort, he was able to make just enough room to lean casually against the bar. 

“What can I get for you?” asked the bartender as she pulled a glass off the shelves. The first thing Poe noticed was how pretty she was. He tried to keep his eyes to himself, so to speak, but ultimately failed. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have cared. He wasn’t against spending a night flirting with a pretty bartender, but tonight he was here for you. What sort of man would he be if he let himself get distracted by another woman. 

“Just a beer,” replied Poe. There was a quiet thud as the full glass was set down in front of him. He thanked the woman with a polite nod and turned his attention to the beer. After this, he would go back to looking for you he decided, but for now, he had a drink to enjoy. He didn’t want the night to be a complete waste if you never showed. 

Poe was lost in thought and roughly half done his drink when a gentle tap to his shoulder tried to steal his attention. He ignored it. The voice that followed the tap, however, he could never ignore. “Captian? I didn’t expect to find you here.” You spoke just loud enough to be heard of the sounds of the cantina.

Poe set his drink down and turned to face you. Finally, you were here and you were as beautiful as ever. He drank in the feature of your face. The low-light of the cantina cast shadows across your face that only served to soften and accentuate the features he had grown so fond of. In his mind, he could clearly see himself brushing his thumb against the gentle curve of your lips before finally kissing you. He could feel the softness that was your skin against his when he could finally hold you. His eyes left your face as he took in the rest of you. The white tank top clung to your figure in what Poe thought was all the right places. The arms of your bright orange flight suit were tied around your waist. The outfit as a whole wasn’t anything spectacular, but he didn’t care. You were finally here. He only hoped he hadn’t spent too much time staring before answering with a shrug, “I didn’t have anywhere better to be.” His lips curled into his signature smirk as he spoke. 

“I see,” you started. You returned the smirk and Poe could have sworn he saw a glimmer of mischief in those beautiful eyes of yours, “But Captian, if you wanted to spend time with me you really should have just asked.” 

Maker, was he that easy to read? Well, there wasn’t anything he could do about it now, “Let’s just say I did ask, what would’ve happened then?” 

You stepped closer and Poe moved the side making room for you at the bar. He took in every bit of your thoughtful expression as you seemed to formulate your response. “Well, I do think it would have started with you buying me a drink, but since you didn’t ask I guess we’ll never know,” you said with a playful sigh. 

“Since you’re already here why don’t we just skip to the part where I get you that drink.” Poe was already waving the bartender over as he spoke. This was his chance. He’d buy you a few drinks, spend the night flirting with you, and then if everything went well he’d ask you on a proper date. 

“I won’t say no to free drink, but I do feel like I’m getting cheated out of the whole experience.” Mock disappointment danced across your face as you met Poe’s eyes. 

“The whole experience?” With an eyebrow cocked he leaned closer to the woman in front of him. 

“Oh, you know,” you started with a shrug,” the whole experience. First, you ask me if I’d like to have drinks with you. I agree because once again, I won’t say no to a free drink. Then I go tell my friends and we spend the rest of the talking about how one of the most attractive men on base wants to have drinks with me. This would probably include lots of giggling. The giggling is very important. Then they’d all fuss over me as they dressed me up for the evening and made sure I didn’t look like I’d just crawled out of x-wing.” 

“I’m sorry I took that away from you,” Poe replied with a chuckle, “but just between you and me ‘just crawled out of an x-wing’ looks great on you.”

Your gaze left his as you looked down at your outfit before laughing and toying with the sleeves of your flight suit, “if you think this is good then you’re in luck because my outfit choices only get better from here.” 

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The rest of the night was spent just how Poe planned. Actually, it had gone better than he’d planned. The cantina was nearly empty when you’d asked him to walk you back to your barracks. Of course, he’d agreed. He wasn’t about to deny himself a chance to spend more time with you. The conversation on the walk back continued as it had back in the cantina, flirtatious with a hint of teasing from both parties. Upon reaching your room, Poe had intended to only wish you goodnight but your voice cut him 

“So how much longer until you kiss me, Captian?” You asked as you leaned against the still closed door. 

Poe took a short step forward, effectively pinning you against the door. Maker, he wanted to kiss you. Hell, he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t already. There’d been plenty of chances once he’d left the cantina with you. Very likely he’d just been too caught up in the conversation that it’d just slipped his mind, but he had the chance now and he’d be damned if he didn’t take it, “Well, that depends, sweetheart.” 

“Depends on what?” Poe watched your face as you spoke looking for any indication that you wanted him to stop. Instead, your expression only seemed to encourage him to go further. 

He raised his hand rested it against the door just to the side of your head, “If you’ll stop calling me captain.” 

Your arms looped around Poes neck and tugged him closer. Now, this was almost perfect. He could feel your warm breath fan against his face. The scent of alcohol filled his nose. A Sign of a good evening, in his opinion. You pursed your lips and hummed. “I have a better idea. Kiss me and then I’ll stop. And,” you added,” you have to take me on a real date.” 

His nose brushed against yours as he drew even closer and his free hand settled on your waist. These were terms he could work with and he couldn’t wait any longer. The first kiss was gentle, not much more than a brush against your lips. But Poe was quick to return and with each kiss, he revelled in how soft they felt against his chapped ones. He wasn’t quite sure how long it continued like that. He was utterly lost in the moment but a gentle tug to his hair spurred him forward. He deepened the kiss. The small space between your bodies vanished quickly. In moments Poe’s tongue was pushing its way between your lips. His hand slipped underneath the hem of your tank top. 

“Not out here, in the room,” you mumble against his lips. It was barely audible but the sound of your hand fumbling with the handle made the message clear. In one fluid motion, and without ever removing his lips from yours, he opened the door and then once closed had you pinned against the other side. Now behind closed doors, his hands went to work exploring your body. He moved slowly, taking in every inch, every curve he could. He savoured the breathy moans that left your lips. He removed his lips from yours. Your almost immediate pout was cute and very tempting but the gasps he earned from you as he sucked and kissed up and down your neck were even better. There was a tug at his shirt. Your fingers fumbled at the buttons. 

“Lemme get that,” replied Poe his voice low and husky. He made quick work of buttons and let the shirt fall unceremoniously to the ground. You’d taken the chance to remove your shirt as well. Through eyes half-lidded with lust, he took in your mostly bare torso just as you did to him. “Fuck,” he groaned,” you’re gorgeous.” 

One of your hands shot into his hair. Your fingers tugged lightly at his dark tresses. Your lips brushed against his and your free hand trailed up and down his body. Extra attention was paid to any scar that your fingers came across. “Fuck me,” you whispered against his lips. 

    Poe was more than happy oblige. 

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The writing is happening! The Poe fics are coming! I mean it's taking me forever (one day I'll figure out why I write so slow) but it's happening! And since I'm pretty fucking excited I thought I'd just give y'all a snippet of what I'm working on right now.

Poe set his drink down and turned to face you. Finally, you were here and you were as beautiful as ever. He drank in the feature of your face. The low-light of the cantina cast shadows across your face that only served to soften and accentuate the features he had grown so fond of. In his mind, he could clearly see himself brushing his thumb against the gentle curve of your lips before finally kissing you. He could feel the softness that was your skin against his when he could finally hold you.

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LNC: Poe Dameron Edition 

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LOOK AT HIM! 🥺

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Guys, I'm going to do it. I'm going to finish one of the Poe fics. If I don't y'all can slap me, but I've been itching to write and unless the ADHD gods say otherwise I'm going to write this fucking thing!

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“Hell is the absence of the people you long for.” - Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven

insp.

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idk i just… love…. romance stories,, i love love,,.. i love watching and reading about people…, falling in love… im

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star wars ask—favorite character for @lightasthesun ✨ ↳ Ahsoka Tano

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“what’s your favorite position in bed?”

 near the wall so I can use my phone while it’s charging