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campingwiththecharmings Β· 22 days ago
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Cosmic - Poe Dameron
Episode 2: This Island Earth previous
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Cosmic Masterlist | Poe Dameron Masterlist | Main Masterlist
Happy Poevember!
Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader
Summary: Clearing away wreckage, explaining explaining, Poe learns about bathrooms and tries to cook
Content/Notes: This chapter gets us from crash landing to domesticity. No warnings except food and injury
Word Count: 2.5k
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"You're saying you're from..." Your eyes widened as you pointed up at the sky. It would certainly explain his advanced and strange looking jet.
Your expression of shock was mirrored on Poe's face. "Hey, this is news to me too. I've never been out of our galaxy. I didn't even know I could...not in an X-wing anyway."
"X-wing?" Your eyes followed his to the wreckage.
"My starfighter."
You swallow hard, not sure how to feel. The 'I'm not from around here' explanation certainly seemed to make the most sense. Poe didn't appear to be a man who'd lost his mind. Even if he was, how else could you explain the...X-wing?
"Where's the nearest space station? Where could I go for repairs?"
You must have stared at him for a full minute, but seeing that he was seriously asking, you shrugged hopelessly. "We don't have those. No space stations. They launched a space shuttle earlier this year. I think it's kept in Florida. But it's nothing like this," you tried to explain. "We don't have anything like your..."
"Starfighter," he supplied. "No starfighters? No space stations? How do you go off world?" He asked earnestly. "The shuttles? Will they take me to the closest space station?"
So you spent the next half hour explaining to Poe that the people of Earth never actually left Earth. Sure, there had been a couple of trips up to Earth's moon, but no other planets. You also explained how space travel was rare and expensive, and entirely uncommon. There were no humans or sentient species to your awareness on neighboring planets in the solar system. Nor did Earth humans possess the capabilities, at this point, to explore the vastness of the Milky Way galaxy.
Poe remarked that your little planet seemed to be an island unto itself.
He asked endless questions about ships, which you called airplanes and jets - about how none of them, to your knowledge had hyperdrives or sublight engines or ion engines. Whatever those were.
"I honestly don't know much about that stuff," you admitted sheepishly. "Only what I see in the movies."
One of Poe's thick eyebrows lifted curiously. "Movies?"
"Um, yeah, like television shows, but longer." You waved your hands in front of you. "On a big screen. You know, people act in them and tell stories. Pretend stories, for entertainment."
"Ohhh, like holos," he nodded. "We have those. Sort of."
On and on the two of you went, speaking quite technically about space travel. It blew your mind to think that Poe could really be from another world, another galaxy even. You also talked about whether or not he was human. He assured you that he was, although he let you know that his galaxy was full of sentient life of all kinds - human and otherwise. Beings like Wookiees, Twi'leks, Rodians, Hutts and Ewoks and Ithorians - who apparently had four throats.
Poe asked how long before the sun would rise, suggesting that you try to haul away some of the wreckage before that time. You decided to take your truck over to get your tractor. Using all the tools at your disposal, including hay bailing equipment, you hauled away as much wreckage as possible and put it in one of your old, spare buildings. Even with the machinery, it was exhausting work, especially for Poe, who continued limping.
And you didn't finish by sunup, nor even by mid-morning. You could only pray that someone wouldn't come poking around asking questions. Thankfully, the smoke seemed to have cleared after whatever Poe did to quickly put the fire out.
With some strategic tarps and hay, you tried to cover the remaining wreckage until you could work some more under the cover of darkness.
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"Do you have a fresher somewhere?"
Dirt from the night’s labor and soot from the fiery crash covered the sharp angles of Poe’s face. His lips, full and plush were split and parched with thirst. Dark curls, wild and untamed, fell carelessly over his forehead. With eyes the color of tilled soil after rain and a gaze that fixed on to you with a silent plea, he looked at you like a lost boy.
Seeing the confusion on your face, Poe tried to explain. "Uh, to clean up? To wash, with water?"
"Oh, yeah, of course, let me show you. Follow me." You led him up the stairs to the bathroom, wishing there was a shower for him on the first floor, so he wouldn't have to use stairs with his sore leg.
Just then, an orange streak darted down the stairs, giving Poe a start. "What was that?" He breathlessly questioned, more curious than actually frightened.
"That was my cat, Cheddar. I have two more out in the barn, but Cheddar thinks he lives in the house." You waved your hand dramatically. "Welcome to my crazy farm. Do you have cats in your galaxy?"
He smiled, looking past you for a glance at the small creature. "Loth cats, yeah."
"Do you have any pets?" You inquired, leading him into the bathroom.
"No animals. Just...my droid. BB-8."
"Droid?"
"Like an android."
"Like a robot?"
Poe explained to you a little about his spunky, round droid, so full of intelligence and personality. A sadness lingered in his eyes when he spoke of the little thing.
"I hope you'll tell me more about him," you said, pulling back the shower curtain. "But I'll let you get cleaned up first." You gave him a quick tutorial on how to work the faucet.
Easing back around him in the small room, while attempting not to violate his personal space, you grabbed a towel and washcloth from the cabinet. "Here you go. I can get you some clothes. They were my father's. Probably a little big, but..." Quickly scurrying away, you gathered some faded navy sweatpants, a gray t-shirt and your dad's old, knit cardigan. No men's underwear. Oh well. Perhaps a trip to the store was in order.
Poe was waiting in the bathroom doorway when you returned. "Sorry, this is all I have."
"Thank you so much for helping me." His eyes flickered down the shape of your body briefly. "You must be exhausted."
"Hey, I'm not the one who crash landed," you chuckled.
Scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck, he sheepishly smiled. "Yeah, not my best work. I'm a good pilot, I swear."
"Uh-huh, sure," you teased. "My field would beg to differ."
Reaching out for you arm, he squeezed gently, but his touch did not linger. "I'm sorry. I'll help you fix it, if I can."
"It's okay, Poe," you gently returned. Now that you were getting a good look in the daylight, he was really handsome. It was more than just the cut of his jaw, his dark, delicious curls and his soulful brown eyes. There seemed to be an inner goodness and sincerity that was magnetic.
Clearing your throat, you took a step back. "I have to go take care of my animals, but when I come back, I can make you something to eat,"
"Oh...I can help you. I didn't realize - "
"No, it's all right," you assured him. "I'll introduce you later. You clean up. I mean, you did survive a fiery crash, right? Besides, you're hurt." You nodded to his leg.
He shrugged. "I'll live."
After your chores, you found Poe dressed in your father's clothes, which looked rather adorable on him since your dad was just over six feet tall and Poe was definitely shorter than that. He looked as if he'd leaned over and fallen asleep immediately over the arm of the couch.
Cheddar had curled up to his side in the most affectionate display you'd ever seen from your fussy feline.
Although you were starving and exhausted, you decided to hit the shower yourself. Maybe you could shirk some of your farm responsibilities for the day, after a shower, a warm meal and a good nap.
It didn't happen in that order. After your shower, you got dressed and passed out on your bed.
You awoke to the smell of food. Chicken, specifically. Bolting out of bed, you scurried down to find Poe cooking some chicken legs on a skewer over an open flame on your gas stove eye, with Cheddar circling his legs affectionately.
"Hey, I hope this okay. I found some...it said chicken legs in your cooling chamber. And I thought I would cook it on your stove. I didn't realize it was a gasser. I wasn't sure what pan to use because I don't want to burn anything, so I just did this."
"I am so sorry," you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat with embarrassment as you scooped up Cheddar for a quick snuggle. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. Was this little guy bothering you?"
"Not at all." Poe had woken up with the strange feline curled up on his lap. As he petted the soft creature, he had felt it purr and noticed how short its ears were compared to a loth cat.
Depositing Cheddar onto the floor, you quickly reached for a pan so Poe wouldn't have to continue holding and turning the meat.
"Is this okay to eat? It's just meat, right?"
"Yeah, it's all right." You smiled at him, feeling something tug at your heart at how strange this all must seem to him. It was certainly bizarre to you. "I can make some vegetables to go with the chicken and some rice," you offered. "Does that sound okay?"
"Yeah, thanks." Poe stepped aside, watching carefully as you took command of the kitchen, his mind reeling with a thousand worries and curiosities. "Would it be okay if you describe to me what you're doing?" He softly asked, moving beside you tentatively. "That way, I can learn the names of things, and how they work."
So that's what you did, sparing no detail as you used a knife and a cutting board to chop potatoes and carrots. On and on you went, describing the boiling of rice and the toasting of dinner rolls. Most of it seemed to be pretty universal, but you were able to teach one another a few words here and there.
"Do you drink caf?" He questioned as you set the table while the food finished cooking.
"Um, caf, like caffeine? Coffee? Dark brown, made of grounds, from beans? Looks like dirt?"
"That's the one," he grinned.
"Absolutely Want some?"
"Please."
That word sent a shiver through your body, but you brushed it off.
As the two of you enjoyed your lunch, you apologized again for falling asleep and leaving Poe on his own.
"Please, you have no idea what your help means to me," he told you, rather seriously. "I could've landed anywhere. On any world. Or...this Russia, you were talking about. I could be in prison somewhere, or spinning out in space. But I landed here. Believe me, I've had it a lot worse."
"Is it really so bad, where you're from? With the First Order?" You asked him.
Setting down his fork, he swallowed his bite of food. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before resting both forearms on the table's edge and folding his hands together. "Sometimes it feels like every time I get in my X-wing, it's life or death. It's been kind of non-stop really."
"That sounds exhausting," you softly replied. "And scary. You must be very brave to stand up against them."
"I try to be," he answered, eyes meeting yours. "That's why I have to get back. There has to be someone I can talk to in your government. Do you have a senate, or a leader? A chancellor? I have to see what I can do about my ship."
Realizing what a dire situation he might be in, you sighed heavily. "Poe, it's not that simple."
"Why isn't it? If we just explain to them, like I did to you - "
"No one is going to understand, or even believe you," came your emphatic reply. "They'll probably do a hundred experiments on you because they'll think you're an alien, or that..." You trailed off, trying not to upset him.
"They'll think what? That I'm crazy?"
Your eyes dropped to your plate.
"Is that what you think, Trix? You think I'm crazy?"
"Of course not."
Pushing back from the table, Poe stood, pacing away and back a few times, despite his slight limp. "I wouldn't blame you if you did. None of it makes sense."
You could see the stress rolling off him. He was certainly handling the situation better than you would be, in his shoes.
But you didn't know this man. You weren't sure if he needed time alone, or some way to blow off steam or a hug or something to punch. So you decided to tell him what your father used to tell you.
"Let's just take it one day at a time, okay?"
He stopped pacing to listen to you.
"We worked so hard off clearing your ship away, and we probably need to go back tonight. We need to get it cleaned up and stored, somehow, no matter how long it takes."
He nodded, giving you that lost boy, puppy-eyed face again, so you kept talking.
"We need a cover story for why you're here - where you came from. The ship, we can hopefully hide. If the government saw you crash land, they would probably already be here, but just in case, we need a better explanation than the fact that you quite literally fell out of the sky."
"Right. Good idea."
"And you need a place to stay. Some clothes and personal things."
Standing up from the table, you reached for your plate to start clearing the dishes while you talked. "I have a spare bedroom. Two actually, but one is pretty small and up by the attic. It was my room when I was a teenager. Anyway, um...I could use a little help around here, once your leg heals. You could take the spare room, if you want, and work for room and board. I don't really have any spare cash."
"You would let me stay here, past today?" Poe sincerely questioned, dark eyes wide and hopeful.
"I don't see why not. I mean, where else will you go?"
His shoulders sagged in relief as he heavily sighed. "Thank you. That means so much to me."
"You're welcome," you softly returned.
"Can I ask you something?" He went on, easing toward you.
You shifted from foot to foot, feeling the need to set down the dish you were carrying as his gaze locked on you. "Mm-hmm."
"Are you always this nice to complete strangers who crash into your field?"
"No one's ever crashed..." You trailed off, realizing he was only teasing. "Well, it's like I said. You fell right out of the sky. And I'm not one to turn down free help."
He laughed then, but it was hollow and tired and worried. The merriment in it would not reach his eyes. "I promise you I'm not crazy. I really am from another galaxy."
Laying your hand on his arm, you squeezed gently. "Poe. I believe you."
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grogumaximus Β· 3 months ago
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DANIEL I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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random-rug-rat Β· 11 months ago
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Daily Tsukasa appreciation post✨✨
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My boy is so adorable!!!
And his little tail!!🫢🦌
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
I’ve never seen such a happy raindeer!!☺️☺️🦌
I’d give him all the head pats in the world!!
I love him so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh🫢🫢🫢
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sp1derw1re Β· 1 year ago
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I love her so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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persephinae Β· 1 year ago
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Karlach had the option to go back to Avernus with Wyll, since I stupidly followed some blog's advice to re-contract Wyll with Mizora to rescue his father
so now they hunt devils in Avernus while on the run from Zariel
Karlach isn't alone (and she didn't die) 😭😭😭
there was an option to go with her as her BFF but I'm sorry Karlach, I have to still help Astarion and Gale's being a dumbass (since I couldn't find that fucking vault and complete his quest) 😭😭
i love youuuuuuuuuuuuuu 😭😭😭😭😭
you can come back and visit for a little bit before you explode, it'll be like having yourself and Wyll a little holiday away from hell 😭
i love Karlach so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, i legit teared up at her farewell 😭
i hope Karlach is in the DLC, she deserves everything ok. EVERYTHING
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devilbarista Β· 18 days ago
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GOD I LOVE SZA SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH the Ctrl or tha SOS for today's shift......trying to decide
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yappacadaver Β· 2 months ago
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i love my pookiye so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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mindurownbussines Β· 11 months ago
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Villains (with the exception of choso)
Little part 2
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halovianed Β· 1 year ago
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goddd i love my wanderer nahida fischl deck so muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh my gadddd
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milfzatannaz Β· 3 years ago
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my baby girl the reason I live the reason I wear an ankh everyday the reason I read comics the reason I breathe and the reason I’m gay
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Silly show creators! My love for you cancels out their β€œcopyright”. πŸ’› Besiiiides… I already own you. There isn’t anything in the world that can take me away from you! ⚑️
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cosu-nya Β· 11 months ago
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lesbianpikachuu Β· 4 years ago
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Merry Christmas to you!! Here's my gift!
(P.S. your ship name can be "Night light" >:3)
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I IS HELD?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!??!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
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