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writingandengineering · 4 years ago

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hello! this is the first fic that im posting and im super nervous about it!! i would love to hear your thoughts on it! i kinda projected a bit with the engineering but oh well!

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It was completely beyond you how you ended up in this situation. This was perhaps the weirdest thing that had ever happened to you while working in the Resistance.

What was happening?

Well, you were stuck in the wall paneling of one of the hallways in the Resistance base. It made quite the picture with your upper half of your body in the wall and your legs and lovely butt sticking out in the hallway; and if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t quite understand how you got there either.

Or maybe you did.

As an engineer, specializing in starfighters, you normally worked in the hangar, but as of recently, you had begun receiving work orders for these small maintenance things, like this morning when you got the order for this stupid wall panel. It kinda irked you, your talents shouldn’t be wasted on things like wall panels, you didn’t understand why you got put on this job but you weren’t one for complaining.

A complete shame really, there wasn’t any problem you couldn’t fix on a starfighter or any ship for that matter. After working on your home planet’s busy ports you learned everything you needed and gained all the right experience for your current job. This made you one of the Resistance’s best engineers and one the reasons the starfighter fleet was still running, but here you are, stuck in a wall panel; looking kinda dumb with your legs just laying about. Wall panels are not your friend, you decided.

Maybe you pissed someone off? That seemed unlikely seeing as you didn’t interact with others often. You were extremely introverted and hardly interacted with anyone outside of work, your direct superior, and your best friend, Jessika Pava, one of the pilots who you met through your work. You rarely ventured out of your workspace unless it was to fulfill work orders or to get food. You were definitely not the Resistance’s poster girl.

That brings us back to your derriere hanging out of the wall. With your arms pinned above your head in the wall, there was little you could do to wiggle your way out.

“Hey, anyone wanna maybe make me unstuck? Please?” you call out a little dejectedly. No response. Actually, no sounds at all in the hallway.

Unfortunately, you were working in one of the least used hallways on base which meant that help wouldn’t be coming for a while. You try to twist your shoulders a bit to maneuver your arms to be underneath you instead of above your head. With some success, you get your left arm under you when you hear some tiny beep bwoops enter the hallway. You instantly recognize them to be everyone’s favorite ball, BB8.

“Hey! Hey! Beebee! Come here! It's me!” You cry out to the droid as Beebee makes his way down the hall.

Beebee slows down to stop in front (well behind, you suppose); he makes a series of concerned beeps and asks why you’re in the wall.

“Well Beebee, it’s not like I wanted to be stuck in the wall, it just happened.”

Beep beep bwoop.

“No I didn’t do this on purpose; why would I do that?”

Bwoop boop bwoooop?

“Got a work order for the wall and so I was just doing my job. Didn’t turn out so good.”

Boop beep beep.

“Don’t be sorry, just please go get someone to help me out Beebee.” you say a little exasperatedly.

Beebee makes small sounds of confirmation and whirls away as you sigh. Whoever Beebee got to rescue you would probably never let you live this down and that just sent your mind spiraling.

You laid in discomfort for what felt like an hour (it was in fact, 8 minutes) before you heard steps approaching the site of your incident. You were elated to hear it until the person called out your name and you realized who it was. Oh no. In horror, you start to wiggle a little in embarrassment which causes the person to laugh.

You couldn’t believe it, Beebee got the one of the people you wanted to see the least, Poe Dameron (you know, the one you kinda liked, just little). Well, it shouldn’t surprise you really, Poe was Beebee’s dad.

“Shut it Poe, this isn’t funny!” you say frustrated.

“Oh darling, anytime someone gets stuck in such a weird place, it’s gonna be funny,” Poe chuckles. “How did you even get in there?”

“Listen, it just happened and I would really like to get out please.”

“Hmm, I don’t know, I kinda like this angle of you”

“Nope. Nuh-uh. You can flirt with me once I’m out of here but until then, STOP!” you shout and kick your legs a little.

Poe laughs again and kneels down next to you while putting one of his hands on your back.

Your face grows hot at his touch, like you couldn’t believe that Poe Dameron, Commander, the guy you liked, and poster boy of the Resistance was touching you. Or maybe you were just a bit touch starved and he only did it to help you get out. Maybe.

After more wiggling, adjustment, and guidance from Poe, you’re able to break free of your awful prison that definitely didn’t deserve your talents to fix.

With a stretch of your arms you exclaim, “I’m free! Thanks so much!” You turn to face Poe.

“No problem. So, again, how did you end up in there?” Poe asks. “I thought you were an engineer, you know, for the fleet; not a maintenance worker?”

You sigh heavily at his question and look him in the eyes. “Yeah, I did too, but I keep getting work orders for these menial things. It's not like I can ignore them, then my boss would get mad at me.”

He gives you a look and puts a hand on your forearm (oh yeah, you were definitely touch starved), “I can probably talk to someone about this, and get you back in the hangar.”

“You can do that?”

“Sure I can, anything to get my squadron’s favorite engineer back working on our fighters.”

You gasp at Poe’s words; favorite engineer? They wanted you working on their fighters? Well, you knew Jess would, she was your best friend of course, but the rest of the squadron did? Poe did? Your shock must have been evident on your face because then Poe says,

“Yeah, you’re our favorite; you’re good at your job, quick, and I think that you’re pretty easy on the eyes even though you rarely come out of your workspace or don’t even look at us sometimes,” Poe says cheekily.

Your face heats up again and you roll your eyes, “Yeah, well, I just don’t deal with people that well.”

“Uh, yeah, well, I think that you should deal with this person over dinner maybe?” Poe asks, raising his brows teasingly.

Your face raises in temperature, you know, again.

“Uh, s-sure,” you manage to get out, stumbling over your words. Poe smiles, takes your hand, and raises it to kiss it. It makes your hand tingle.

“Great, I’ll see you tonight for dinner? And I’ll get you back working in the hangar again, alright?” Poe says, smiling.

It takes just about everything in you to nod, still dazed from Poe’s actions and words. He squeezes your hand and walks back down the hallway, leaving you, staring at your hand. The encounter leaves your heart fluttering and wow, your face must be on fire with how hot it feels. Yeah definitely touch starved.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x y/n #star wars #fanfic #first fic #star wars x reader

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 5 years ago

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“You really need to get a haircut,” Rey says, wrinkling her nose as her fingers card through Poe’s long curls. His dark hair flops over his forehead and nearly touches his collar.

Poe leans into her touch and nods. “I’m going to go tomorrow, before I come home. I can’t seem to leave work before they close.”

Laughing quietly, Rey adopts a haughty tone and says, “You’d think they’d adjust their operating hours to any thing that’s convenient for General Poe Dameron.”

“You’d think,” Poe laughs, shaking his head and reaching over to tickle Rey’s side. She squeals and kicks her foot out, wiggling away from his hands. Poe lunges for her, covering Rey’s body with his, laughing and pressing teasing kisses to her face. His hair brushes against her cheeks gently and Rey grasps at the the curls.

Around laugher, she mumbles, “Not too short, General. I need something to hold onto.”

Poe groans and kisses her deeply. “Whatever you say, Sunshine.”

Rey wraps her legs around Poe’s waist and grins into his kiss when she feels him, hot and hard against her core.

“Girls asleep?” he whispers against her ear, biting gently at the lobe. Rey blinks, clearing her mind a bit before reaching for her connection to the twins through the Force.

“Oh, kriff,” she mutters, unhooking her legs. Poe whines at the loss of contact.�� “They’re up and they’re on their way.”

Sure enough, with barely enough time for Poe and Rey to make themselves presentable, the sounds of little footsteps echo through the hallway and the twins appear in the doorway, hands on hips and matching expressions of annoyance on their faces.

Poe raises an eyebrow. “Guess bedtime has a different meaning for the Dameron girls.”

Shara, the older and bolder twin, pouts. “Papá, you can’t!” she wails dramatically.

“You just can’t!” Sola, younger and less prone to dramatics, continues.

Poe and Rey share a confused look. “Can’t what, mijas?” Poe asks, his forehead furrowed in confusion.

Scampering over to the couch and piling onto their parents’ laps, the girls chorus together, “Cut your hair!”

Rey cracks up laughing, running her hand over Shara’s dark hair. “Girls, Papá’s not shaving it all off. He’ll still have hair.”

“Any longer and I’m going to start looking like Chewie,” Poe teases, poking Sola’s nose. She scowls at him.

“But it won’t be long enough to style it,” Sola grumbles. Shara nods vigorously, “We like styling your hair.”

“I still have long hair,” Rey points out reasonably.

“But it’s not curly,” Shara retorts. She reaches out to pet Poe’s hair and grins. “Papá’s is like ours. We can practice on him!”

“You could also practice on each other,” Poe snorts a laugh. He knew the girls liked pulling his hair into silly updos - once, he forgot about the colorful hair clips dotting his head and had met Finn out at an event like that. Rey still maintains that the holographs of that outing are her favorite. - but he didn’t realize they had such an attachment to the activity.

“Shar complains when I pull at a knot,” Sola sighs, casting her eyes sideways at her twin.

“Cause you don’t complain?” Shara rolls her eyes, looking more like a teenager than a 6-year-old. Sola’s eyes narrow and it’s obvious that the girls are gearing up for a fight, so Poe pulls Sola onto his other side and Rey tugs Shara so that the girls are separated by both parents.

Holding his hand up in a placating manner, Poe makes a suggestion. “How about, even though you two are supposed to be in bed, I let you do one more hair style?” he keeps his tone calm and looks at both girls in turn. “Because I really do need to get a hair cut tomorrow.”

Poking their heads forward, Sola and Shara lock eyes and communicate silently - either through the Force or some other twin connection, Poe isn’t entirely sure - before beaming and nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah!” they cheer together, rolling off of the couch and scrambling for their room to gather hair supplies.

“You know they’re going to make you regret that, right?” Rey teases him, curling up on the side of the couch and making herself comfortable.

Poe grins back. “It’s all worth it to see those gorgeous little smiles.”

“Sap,” Rey accuses him, kicking at his thigh with her foot. Poe catches it and lowers his head to kiss her ankle bone.

“Aw, Sunshine, you know I’d do anything to see my three girls smile,” he says.

“Papá?” Shara calls from down the hall, “Can we use the temporary dye that Aunt Rose got us? It’s orange so you’ll match BeeBee!”

At the horrified look on Poe’s face, Rey laughs loudly. “Anything, huh?” she teases.

#damerey #jedipilot #poe dameron x rey #poe x rey

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elodicyung · 4 years ago

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you’ve always amused me. // bentley + bee

Long, brown fingers run through his peppery black hair, as she looks at him with wide, caring eyes and sighs deeply. Bentley has always known what to say to say to her, even on days when he doesn’t even remember moving in with her, and today is no different.

Amused him? How nice. It’s not him expressing that he remembers he loves her, or that he cares, but it’s something that shows that he sees her as something. While amusement wasn’t the word she expected, it’s better than the handful of words he could have used that any other man would have used towards a wife they had no recollection of ever having.

“That’s because I’m hilarious,” she states with a wide smile. “You’ll get used to that over time. Your family loves me because of it. They call me ‘beebee’ and squeeze their nose when they say it, because they think I’m clownish.” Bee laughs, unable to help herself.

Bentley’s eyebrows crease and his mouth quirks right in the way his mother’s does when she’s confused. “I don’t think you’re clownish. I’m actually terrified of clowns,” he says, his expression all too thoughtful. Her old Bentley might have found the humor in this, but this new Bentley does not find it at all.

“I know you’re terrified of clowns. I am not an /actual/ clown or anything.” She smiles. “If I were one, I believe I’d be a cute one though.”

“Like Harley Quinn?” he asks, making her nod enthusiastically because he remembers something from pop culture.

“Yes, exactly like her!” she expresses, hand moving away from his face. “But what I meant is….they think I’m funny enough to make fun of. I tell a lot of jokes just because I enjoy making people smile, and it used to be one of the things you liked about me. But I’m completely fine with you liking new things about me, or not liking me due to this new you. Like I said, right now, even if I’m legally your wife, we’re just friends because you don’t know who I am and I don’t want to take advantage of you not knowing who you are, do you understand?”

His face goes red as he nods. “I know. I do want you to stay, if that’s fine with you. And I do like you messing with my hair. So please don’t stop. It makes me remember...blurs of memories? Not full ones...but memories, nonetheless.”

She arches a brow, but does not go back to playing with his hair. “Oh, I see. Then I’ll play with your hair more if you want. But if you don’t like something, or don’t want me around, please tell me so. I care about you enough to let you go if I have to. You’re a new person now.”

Bentley reaches to touch her hair, making her wiggle just a bit on the couch. “I’m still the same kind of….just……..don’t know who I am at the moment. The doctor said I could remember in the future.”

“But he also said you might be stuck this way,” Bee interjects, her jaw clenching.

“I want you around either way,” Bentley says.

“Okay..” The expression on Bee’s face is neutral. She wants to stay but she’s afraid of staying. She loves Bentley, but she doesn’t want to make this hard for him or herself. It’s complicated and it hurts her heart But that’s just how life is after the accident. And while she should hate her sister-in-law from making Bentley so confused and confusing, she doesn’t. God, she wishes things were how they were. She misses her husband. @sonotdaredevil

#sonotdaredevil #( writing: beatrice bowe )#( fable: bee x bentely )#lol me writing at 2 am is funny cause i'#ll wake up tomorrow and see errors and want to eat my arms #but i'm doing it

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onthesandsofdreams · 4 years ago

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Welcoming Beebee

Pairing: Rey/Poe Rating: G Summary: “I woke with someone whimpering,” Rey says as she sits with her back against the headboard, she rearranges the pillows behind her. “And now I’m wondering, how said someone got here?”

Poe’s grin is apologetic, “Well, this little fella was abandoned in the road, and I decided to bring it home. The poor thing was shivering from the cold, so I brought it. Can we keep him? And… uh, do you want some pancakes?” He said the last part while showing Rey the tray. Words: 625 Notes: @damereydaily2020 May prompt #9

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Rey wakes up to the sound of something whimpering.

Rey’s eyes shot open, looks around and spots a corgi on the floor, it moves around the bed, trying in vain to climb up. She also notices that Poe’s side is empty. She sits up and the dog wags its little tail, she blinks, trying to remember what happened last night. So far, nothing stands out. As far as she knew, she had not adopted a dog. But then again, she and Poe spent the night apart and he arrived later than she did. It seems that Poe has something to explain.

The dog is looking at Rey, and as much as she wants to be upset, the dog’s adorable. So she reaches a hand to pet it. It’s that when the door opens.

Poe walks in, tray of food in hand and as soon as he sees Rey’s awake, his face turns apologetic. “Good morning, love.” He says as he approaches the bed. “Uh, woke well?”

“I woke with someone whimpering,” Rey says as she sits with her back against the headboard, she rearranges the pillows behind her. “And now I’m wondering, how said someone got here?”

Rey arched a brow, “Are you bribing me with pancakes to keep the dog?”

Poe placed the tray on Rey’s lap, then wiggled his eyebrows, “If he’s not chipped, yeah. I mean,” he crouched and lifted the dog, who immediately tried to put doggy kisses on Poe and wagged his tailed. “Look at him, he’s adorable.”

“Well,” Rey said as she cut her pancakes, bless Poe for making her apple pie pancakes. “I suppose we could do with a pet, we have been talking of getting one. And if this poor boy was abandoned, then I don’t see the problem.”

Poe sat next to Rey and kissed her temple, “You’re the best. I’m taking him to the vet today, if he’s chipped, I’ll find his family, if not, then… can we?”

Rey laughed as Poe made a pouting face, “Yeah, sure, why not?” She said and took a sip of her coffee. “He’s adorable.”

At Rey’s words, the dog barked and Poe laughed, “See, he agrees. And sweetheart, thank you.”

“Thank you for bribing me with my favorite pancakes.”

***

It was much later, when Rey was sitting at her office’s desk, that her phone vibrated with a message from Poe, it read, ‘Not chipped!’

Rey smiled, and texted back, ‘Excellent! Name him and get stuff for him.’

Poe returned her message with two emojis, a heart and a smiling face. Then followed with, ‘Sure. I’ll get things.’

Rey was glad then, that Poe was a writer and right now was not during any sort of tours. ‘See you both later.’

‘We love you.’ At that text, Rey smiled and went about her day.

***

And when Rey arrived home, she found that the house smelled like fried chicken and she nearly salivated, Poe was a master in the kitchen and he could make anything taste delicious. A happy corgi greeted her with a few barks, she crouched low and petted him, “Hello boy, welcome home.”

“I named him Beebee.” Poe’s voice came from the entrance of their kitchen. “I think it suits him, what do you think?”

Rey looked at the corgi, who wagged his little tail excitedly and rubbed himself along her leg and smiled at Poe. She agreed. “Hello Beebee, welcome home.”

Beebee barked.

#damereydaily2020 #damereyconnection #damerey #rey x poe #jedipilot #poe dameron #rey #star wars fic #star wars #au: modern

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dracosollicitus · 6 years ago

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Can you do a fluffy smutty Damerey Hogwarts au? Cute Valentine’s fluff!

Well, my dear anon, because you asked so nicely, I can give you…

A few hundred words of a ‘deleted scene’ of that one Christmas moment that was maybe referenced in “Rey Kenobi and the Happy Christmas”

It’s not the smut (not yet) but it uhhhh definitely uhhhh leads up to it.

It takes place about six months after the end of Rey Kenobi and the Rebellion’s Awakening.

Rey smiled to herself, ignoring the butterflies for now as she waited for Poe to return from the bathroom, her fingers tracing a pattern on his yellow sheets. She heard a small squeak and peered over the side of the bed to discover Beebee, the brat, snuffling around her knapsack with a keen interest. “Oi, you little pest.” Rey laughed when the Niffler raised its head and stared at her, its tiny snout waggling as it realized it had been caught. “Yes, you.”

“Everything okay in there?” She heard Poe call from the flat’s single bathroom.

“Your Niffler is trying to rob me,” she called back, grinning at the affronted look Beebee gave her. With a huff, the slippery Niffler wiggled through the straps of her knapsack and waddled towards the bedroom door, no doubt to go ransack the contents of Poe’s silverware drawer (Rey loved that Poe took the time to hide spoons in various locations around his apartment, as his adored Niffler, whom he’d raised almost since infancy, had been too injured and then human dependent for a wild release).

After the Niffler disappeared from sight, Rey returned to feeling nervous as she waited for Poe. Would he think it too much? Would he even notice? Would he reject her?

The last thought gave her incredible pause, and she writhed internally for a long moment. Just when she was about to jump from the bed and abandon the plan entirely, change into the sweatpants and t-shirt she’d been wearing when watching Netflix with Poe that evening, the bathroom door opened, and she could hear Poe returning down the hallway.

“Bugger.” Rey floundered for a second before setting her feet on the floor and folding her hands in her lap. Hysterically, for a second, she considered lounging on the bed, like that girl in that ridiculous Muggle movie about people who were really bad at knowing where to point their stupidly giant ships, but she changed her mind.

The door opened fully, and Poe walked in, none the wiser to her plan for the time being. “Sorry about that.” He closed the door behind him, making the only light the light coming in from the streetlamp outside, that crossed the room in silvery shades and illuminated Rey almost all too well as she waited on the bed. “Beebee likes to spend the nighttime here, and not in the perfectly good enchanted arena I built for him.” Poe directed the last part towards the closed door with a shake of his head and a smile, and Rey couldn’t speak, could only wait for him to turn and see her.

And he did.

Even in the half-light, she could see his expression change, from casual happiness to shock to something…foreign. Unknown. Rey shivered, and she wasn’t quite sure why, as it was perfectly warm in Poe’s bedroom.

Poe took a step forward, and his eyes became a little clearer - it was definitely warm in the bedroom. “Uh.”

“Happy Christmas, Poe,” Rey whispered, refusing to drop her gaze to the floor, no matter how much she might want to.

She’d wondered at the fancy nightgown Rose had thrust into her hands during their last giggle-filled trip to Hogsmeade, had doubted the frilly lacy ridiculousness of it, hadn’t believed that Poe Dameron, sturdy, steady, practical Poe Dameron, would ever even care if she wore something like it.

Rey understood a little better now.

“Merlin.” Poe crossed the floor tentatively, his jaw still hanging open. “I mean, sorry, uh -” He slapped a hand to his forehead and shook himself, and Rey smiled at him in barely controlled amusement. “You haven’t even - it’s just - I like your…pajamas? They’re. Nice. Not that I need to think that they’re nice. They’re your clothes. They’re nice. Nice clothes, that is.” Poe released a breath and stared at the ceiling, shaking his head. Rey watched his throat work nervously for a moment, and could just barely hear him whisper to himself - “What the hell is wrong with you.”

“I wore it for you,” Rey said without any hesitation, the reason for Poe’s reaction making more sense to her. Her cheeks heated furiously, especially when Poe looked at her abruptly, surprise and joy mingling on his face, but she forged onward. “I … I bought it, so you would look at it. Or me. So, um.” She spread her hands, trying not to feel too ironic while doing it. “What do you think.”

“What do I think?” Poe repeated in a low voice, eyes wide. “What do I - God, Sunshine, can I-”

She nodded eagerly, and then giggled as Poe almost tripped on his way to the bed, so quickly did he move to kiss her. They tumbled back to the mattress, and Rey found that she didn’t feel much like giggling anymore.

#ask #anon #harry potter au #hogwarts au #sneak peek #sort of #snippet #rey kenobi and the rebellion's awakening #rey kenobi and the heir apparent #rated t #damerey #jedipilot #poe dameron #rey

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we-are-all-obsessed-here · 7 years ago

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Heart Strings And Melodies (Modern Musician!Poe AU) Part 11

(Not my Gif)

Summary: Several weeks since the mugging, the reader has more or less recovered, although things at her work aren’t as good as she had hoped. Poe finds what he’s been hoping for, for years.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

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When Poe walked through the door, he noticed it was uncharacteristically quiet. He was greeted by Beebee, who pawed at his ankle until he picked him up.

“Hey Beebee.” Poe gently stroked the tabby’s head, chuckling softly as the cat purred and nuzzled against his cheek. Beebee jumped from Poe’s arms, meowed then padded over towards the living room. Poe gently shrugged off his leather jacket and hooked it up beside the door; his fingers brushing over the Resistance symbol embroidered on the shoulder, a fond smile creeping onto his face. He stepped towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the drainer and filling it with cool water before taking a sip. His gaze fell on the sofa, his brow furrowing curiously as he saw you curled up, a miserable look on your face.

“Long day?” Poe called. You hummed in agreement. Poe tilted his head while he watched as you curled tighter in on yourself and a soft sigh escaped your lips. Poe moved around the kitchen, grabbing a packet of chocolate covered biscuits from the cupboard then making two cups of coffee. He looked over his shoulder to see you had turned to face the back of the sofa. With a soft smile on his face, Poe retrieved a can of spray cream from the fridge, topping off the coffee with a swirl and adding a sprinkle of chocolate shavings. He carefully stepped over to the living room and perched on the edge of the sofa, both mugs in hand, balancing the packet of biscuits between his two wrists. Poe spoke your name gently. You turned to face Poe, giving him a small smile.

“Hey. How was your day?” You wondered.

“I think I should be asking that first.” Poe stated, offering you a mug, the biscuits falling onto his lap. You gratefully took the mug, struggling slightly with your grip.

“Thanks.” You whispered, a tender smile sneaking onto your face as you peered down at the cream and chocolate shavings.

“So, how was your day?” Poe questioned

“Can we just sit and drink this first?” You wondered. You took a sip then drew back as a spot of cream coated the tip of your nose. Poe chuckled and wiped away the cream with his thumb then kissed the tip of your nose.

“Sure. Want to see what’s on?” Poe asked as he leaned forward and reached for the TV remote.

“Sounds good.” You smiled, resting your head on Poe’s shoulder. Poe draped his arm around your shoulders, keeping you cuddled against his side as he flicked through the channels looking for something to watch. Meanwhile you munched away on the biscuits Poe had brought, offering him a bite of them every so often while he focused on the TV.

“How’s your grip doing?” Poe pondered as he continued to search the channels. You clenched and unclenched your hand, smiling softly and then wiggled your fingers at Poe.

“Better, I can’t grasp things tightly quite yet, but its getting better. I can wiggle my fingers pretty well.” You grinned.

“That’s great! Hopefully it won’t be too long until you’re fully healed.” Poe beamed.

“It’s been getting better since the cast came off, although I kinda miss all the doodles you’d drawn on it,” You pouted. “So how’s your day been?” You asked curiously

“Pretty good actually. D’Qar has been quiet today so I’ve been able to write a few notes down for a new song.”

“Oooh that’s awesome! Something slow or something lively?”

“Something lively, quite fast with a good beat, I hope it’ll be one of those you kinda hum a lot afterwards… if it turns out the way I’m wanting.” Poe explained.

“Okay, want to tell me what’s happened?” Poe stroked your hair, taking your empty mug from your grasp then placed it on the coffee table.

“It’s just been a bit of a shit day.” You replied.

“Go on.” Poe cupped your cheek, searching your eyes.

“I didn’t get the promotion.”

“Oh baby, I’m sorry. You were really hoping for it.”

“I really thought I had it. Y’know I’ve been doing more than my responsibilities for months and I’m damn good at my job. Armitage gave me a really great reference, but in the end, I just wasn’t good enough.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that! You’re more than good enough! How many times have you stayed well beyond your shift to have things done so the company’s customers are happy! You are absolutely amazing! And for whatever reason, you just didn’t get it this time. Another opportunity will come up I’m sure of it. Next time I’m sure you’ll get it!”

“That’s the thing Poe, I don’t know if there will be a next time.” You sighed.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I’ve given a decade of my life to that company, I’ve done so much more than what’s been asked of me and I just don’t feel like I’ve been recognised for what I’ve done. Not even a thank you or anything like that.” You let your head fall back, your head rolling to the side slightly to look at Poe.

“So… are you thinking of quitting?” Poe questioned, his brow furrowing in curiosity.

“Maybe,” You squinted, then scowled. “I honestly don’t know. I’d have to think about it.”

“Well, whatever you decide I’m behind you one hundred percent!”

“Thanks babe.” You leaned up and pressed your lips against his softly.

“How about I play? That usually helps you cheer up, and I could always use the practice.” Poe smiled at you.

“I’d like that,” You replied smiling, “But you don’t need to practice, you’re perfect.” You added. Poe laughed softly, pulling you in for a kiss.

“You can never get enough practice.” Poe debated with a grin. You curled up at one end of the sofa, watching as Poe retrieved his guitar from its case and sat down at the other end of the sofa. He plucked at the strings, altering the tuning pegs slightly, then played a quick fast tune. You rested your head on the back cushions of the sofa, your gaze fixed on Poe as he played. He sang loudly, cheerfully and energetically.

Poe called your name as he tugged on his leather jacket.

“You ready to go?” He added as he picked up his guitar case.

“One minute!”

“Babe we’re going to be late!”

“I’m coming!”

Poe leaned against the wall by the apartment door an exasperated sigh leaving his lips, what could you be up to now?

“What she up to Beebee?” Poe glanced down at his tabby. Poe tilted his head as he saw a leg stick out from the bedroom.

“Babe?” Poe questioned as his gaze travelled up and down your leg; black tights and a black kitten heeled shoe. Slowly you stepped out of the bedroom and leaned against the door frame. You placed the back of your hand on your forehead and slid down the door frame.

“How do I look?” You burst out giggling after a moment of astonished silence from Poe.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself. I was being silly.” You laughed as you stepped over to Poe.

“You look… amazing!” Poe exclaimed, his spare hand resting against your hip. He looked you up and down, from your light makeup you wore to the dark red dress, down to your heels. Your hands travelled up to Poe’s shoulders then to the nape of his neck, your fingers playing with the few curls you could reach.

“I’m one lucky girl, to have a guy like you!” You tilted your head as you smiled tenderly.

“I could say the same. I’m one hell of a lucky guy.” Poe leaned down and captured your lips in a chaste kiss.

“We’re going to be late.” You whispered as you drew away. Poe shook his head and laughed. He picked up the keys then wrapped his arm around your shoulders before heading out of the apartment.

“At least the weather is starting to get better.” You commented as you walked down the street, your heels clicking softly on the pavement.

“I won’t be falling on my ass anytime soon again.” Poe added.

You burst out laughing.

“Oh man, remember when I was running errands and you’d just finished work and you tried running to catch up with me and you ended up on your ass!”

“You’re not going to let me forget about that anytime soon, are you?” Poe cocked a brow.

“Not until it stops being funny!”

You and Poe stepped into D’Qar hand in hand, bright smiles on both of your faces. You were taken aback by how busy D’Qar was. You were forced to shuffle around people to get across the packed room, Poe let you pull him through the crowd.

“Tin of sardines doesn’t even begin to describe this!” You called over your shoulder.

“You’re telling me! There must be something going on in the city.” Poe replied as the two of your finally reached the bar.

“Nope, they’re all here for you Poe.” Finn added, stepping over to talk.

“For me?”

“Yeah, word must’ve finally gotten around. I think someone must’ve shared a video on Youtube, I overheard a few people talking about some musician on Youtube so I’m assuming its you.” Finn explained while leaning across the bar.

“Maybe this’ll be the break you’re after. If record labels see how popular you are, someone might approach you!” You enthused, your eyes bright.

“Here’s hoping.” Poe crossed his fingers.

“You guys wanting your usuals?” Finn wondered.

“Please.” You and Poe said in unison.

After Finn had served you both your drinks, Poe left to get ready for his set, but not before he pressed a kiss to your forehead. As you stepped towards your usual table, already seeing Ryan and David there, a voice called your name. You turned and was greeted by Rey.

“Hey! What brings you here?” You wondered.

“I thought I’d come by, I’ve never really seen Poe play before. A colleague of mine came here last week and said he was really great.”

“Are you with anyone?” You asked.

“No, just me.”

“Would you like to join me, and I think you’ve met Ryan and David.” You gestured over to the table.

“I’d love to!” Rey beamed.

“So, how did you become a paramedic?” You questioned as you meandered around the filled tables.

“Growing up, I… I was an orphan, but the children’s home I grew up in wasn’t the best. I saw a lot of children get hurt, so I suppose I became a paramedic because of that. So people don’t feel so alone when they’re hurt, and y’know kind of protect them… I sound silly.” Rey waved in dismissal.

“No, no I find what you’re doing commendable, not many people could deal with the stuff you come across, its amazing actually.” You placed your hand on Rey’s shoulder as you reached the table, offering her a kind smile.

“Hey you two! You coming to join us Rey?” David wondered.

“Yeah. How’s everything going?” Rey questioned as she sat down.

“Things are good, we’ve just booked our wedding venue.”

“You have!” You interrupted. “Where?” You asked as you shrugged off Poe’s jacket he’d given you and sat down.

“There’s a really beautiful boathouse, faces out onto a lake, and its relatively cheap. Plus they serve the best food!” David enthused.

“Sounds romantic.” You grinned. Rey placed her hand on your shoulder.

“And how are you doing?” She inquired.

“I’m good. Ribs don’t hurt anymore, but my grip is still a bit shit.” You explained. Rey offered her hand.

“Squeeze my hand.” Rey told you. You did as she said, squeezing her hand as tight as you could.

“Your grip is much better considering your prognosis, if you keep up your exercises you’ll have your full grip back really soon!” She smiled. You draped your arm over Rey’s shoulders.

“Perks of being friends with a paramedic.” You laughed.

For a while you sat amongst yourselves, chatting happily though loudly to be heard over the chatting of everyone else in D’Qar. Every so often you glanced over your shoulder at the rest of the bar around you, seeing how busy it was. A warmth filled your chest, they were here to see Poe, all of them, and more and more people kept filtering in. Although, you didn’t think Finn was as ecstatic, you’d never seen him so flustered at the bar, running from one end to the other with three glasses between his hands. One time when you looked over towards the bar, Finn caught your gaze, mouthing ‘help me’ with a desperate expression on his face. A sudden tapping on a microphone came through the speaker, catching your attention and making you turn to face the stage. You had to admit, Poe looked a little nervous with D’Qar having a lot more than full house.

“You can do it.” You spoke quietly when Poe locked his gaze on you. He gave a nod, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Good evening everyone!”

Poe didn’t even have chance to finish his sentence before people started to whistle, although he did laugh, his eyes crinkling.

“How’s everyone doing?” He asked, a brow cocked. More than half of the bar gave a response, whether it was a whistle or a loud ‘good’.

“Well, after tonight I’m sure you’re all going to feel great, but maybe in the morning there might be a few hangovers!” Poe enthused. That earned a few laughs.

“I thought since there’s so many of you, that I’d play some of my old stuff and some of my new.”

You smiled at Poe as he began to play, his fingers gently drifting over the strings, creating a soft gentle tune. He added his voice after half a minute, although he sung quietly, his voice just louder than the guitar. You’d only heard this song perhaps once or twice, it wasn’t a song he played often. You tilted your head as he continued to play, smiling softly as you watched Poe’s brow furrow as he poured feeling into the lyrics. The song ended on a whisper. An applause broke out across the crowd. After it calmed down slightly Poe’s fingers started strumming the strings quick and hard, the frets being played high and cheerful, his foot tapping against the leg of the wooden stool. Poe’s head bobbed to the lively music as he started to sing quite fast. You knew this song, it was a relatively new one and had become one of Poe’s favourites, so while Poe performed you mouthed the words along with him, your hand tapping against your thigh in time with the beat. You met Poe’s gaze as he reached the chorus of the song, his eyes fluttered shut as he sung with pure passion. With each song Poe performed, the applause and whistling Poe received became louder.

While you took a sip of your drink, your name being called startled you. You turned to the stage, your brow raised as you looked at Poe.

“Come here babe.”

You shook your head, waving your hand dismissively. Poe stepped down from the stage, his arm outstretched as he offered his hand to you.

“Get your chair and come and join me on stage.”

“Poe… there’s too many people, I’ll fuck up!” You pleaded.

“Babe, I want to show everyone how great we perform together.” Poe looked at you hopefully. With a sigh you took a final sip of your drink before standing and grabbing the back of your chair.

“Fine.”

“I owe you one.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You pushed his shoulder gently. Poe took the chair from your grasp and placed it on the stage next to his. He sat down then reached out and held your hand, tugging you to sit down beside him. A shuddering breath left your lips, you kept your gaze on the floor but looked at the crowd through your lashes.

“You’re going to be great.” Poe whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. He held your hand while he took a drink of water.

“Okay,” Poe started, “So me and my very beautiful girl here, we started to write a song together a month or so ago, we finally finished it the other week,” Poe picked up his guitar. “You ready babe?”

“As I’ll ever be.” You gave him a smile. The two of you had spent weeks crafting the song, Poe wanted to create something personal, something that told the story of the both of you, from the good parts and the bad. The song reflected that, the music alternated between light, cheerful, quick and slow, soft, quiet. Poe and you alternated when you sung verses, singing of love and hurt and reunion. Each chorus that came around, one of you started it and the other joined in halfway, creating a beautiful harmony as you both finished it. When the song ended, you let out a relieved breath. Poe took your hand, squeezing it comfortingly. The crowd broke into applause, David, Ryan and Rey all whistling and cheering.

“Take a bow babe.” Poe whispered in your ear.

“No, they’re all cheering for you.” You whispered back.

“Hey, everyone, how about a round of applause for my girl, if it wasn’t for her, that song wouldn’t exist.” Poe spoke into the microphone.

“Poe!” You gasped, a deep blush of embarrassment breaking out across your cheeks. As another round of applause sounded, Poe leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Have I ever told you how cute you are when you blush like that?”

You slapped his shoulder playfully.

“Can I go back now?”

“Sure baby,” Poe leaned in and captured your lips in a loving kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” You replied with a smile. Just before you left the stage, you gave Poe a long, loving kiss, laughing when the crowd began to wolf whistle.

It was the longest set Poe had ever performed, he ended up needing a second glass of water half-way through. It made your heart sing to see him so joyful when the crowd applauded and whistled and cheered. You’d never seen his eyes crinkle so much as he smiled and laughed, well they did when the two of you were alone, but when he performed at D’Qar, it didn’t happen as often as you’d liked. After his last song, the crowd cheered loudly, whistled wildly and applauded like nothing else mattered. Poe was beaming after he stepped off the stage, disappearing around back to place his guitar in storage.

“What did you think?” You turned to Rey.

“Well I’m gobsmacked, I knew he was good, but that good! I had no idea!” She exclaimed.

“He’s really something isn’t he?” Ryan sighed happily. David gave him a swift slap to the back of his head.

“Dude, I’m sat right here!” David laughed.

“Ryan, you’re ‘A’ getting married and ‘B’ he’s all mine!” You teased.

“You’re so lucky!” Ryan exclaimed.

“Don’t I know it.” You beamed. A while passed and Poe hadn’t joined you at the table, you were growing concerned, he was usually straight out to come and share a drink with you. You turned to look towards the bar and was surprised to see Poe stood with a woman. The conversation seemed one sided, with the woman speaking animatedly. You tilted your head in curiosity, and honestly, a little bit of jealousy ran through you as she rested her hand on Poe’s arm.

“I’ll be right back…” You said to your friends while you stood from the table, empty glass in hand. You kept your gaze on Poe as you meandered through the crowd. Poe nodded slowly as the woman handed him something. He looked confused and baffled after she walked away.

“What was all that about?” You asked as you approached Poe. Poe couldn’t find the words and simply showed you the small card he’d been given. You took it from his grasp, your eyes scanning over it. Your jaw went slack, your eyes brimming with joy as you looked up at Poe.

“Is this what I think it means?”

“She said she’s interested in what I do… I… she wants me to come in tomorrow.” Poe’s brow was furrowed as if his mind couldn’t process what was happening. With a squeal you throw your arms around Poe’s shoulders, hugging him tightly, your fingers running through his curls. Poe held onto you tightly, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Finn wondered as he stepped over. You handed Finn the card.

“Poe… is this serious?” Finn asked.

“Yeah.”

Finn almost jumped over the bar counter to try and pull Poe in for a hug. Poe laughed and wrapped his arms around Finn.

“This is the best news you’ve had in years!” Finn exclaimed.

“I’m still…” Poe drifted off.

“Okay, round of drinks on the house for the lot of you!” Finn held Poe and your hand as he spoke. After Finn disappeared off to go make drinks, you gathered Poe in your arms, smiling brightly at him, joyful tears brimming in your eyes.

“I’m so proud of you babe! So damn proud!” You captured his lips in a heated kiss, your head tilting to deepen it after a moment.

“Do I have to squirt the two of you with water or something?” Finn cocked a brow as he returned with drinks to see the two of you in the middle of a passionate kiss. You drew away from Poe with a giggle.

“Sorry Finn.”

“Here you go. And Poe, you call me when you find out more okay?”

“I will. Thanks Finn.” Poe high-fived his friend then returned with you to the table, tray of drinks in hand.

“Guess who’s just had the best news in the galaxy!” You almost squeal as you sit at the table, Poe pulling up an extra chair to sit beside you.

“You’re getting married? You aren’t stealing our thunder!” Ryan teased.

“Ryan! No, tell ‘em Poe!” You were almost bouncing in your seat with how excited you were. Even now, Poe still wasn’t sure what had happened.

“A woman… Amilyn I think her name is… she… she works for a record label. She wants me to go in tomorrow for a meeting. She said she’s interested in me.” Poe explained slowly, his brow furrowing as his mind worked over what had just happened.

“This calls for drinks!” David cheered. Each of you grabbed a drink from the tray and raised it in the air.

“To Poe!” You beamed.

“To Poe!” Was the cheerful reply from around the table. A few laughs leaving people’s lips as the glasses met together in the air.

You were curled up on the sofa, the curtains were drawn closed and the apartment lights were dimmed.

“Beebee, tell me never to drink so much again,” You groaned. Beebee simply meowed at you, then purred as he nuzzled against you. “Yeah I love you too buddy.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall, squinting to see what time it was.

“He should be back by now,” You stroked Beebee then looked at the tabby. “You think the meeting went well?”

You let out a yawn as you let yourself fall to the side to lay down on the sofa. Beebee jumped over your legs to curl up against your chest.

“Yup, never drinking so much again.” You grumbled. When an abrupt stream of light hit your eyes, eliciting a cry from your lips and causing you to drape an arm over your eyes, you cried out Poe’s name in a whine.

“Shouldn’t have drank so much then should you?” Poe teased.

“I was drinking for the both of us because someone didn’t want to go to his meeting hungover!” You argued. Suddenly you heard the tab on a bottle of beer hiss.

“Looks like I’m going to be drinking for the both of us now aren’t I?” Poe chuckled. With a pained groan you pushed yourself up from the sofa and padded over to the kitchen, wrapping your arms around Poe and resting your head against his back.

“How did the meeting go?” You asked curiously.

“Well… Amilyn needs to sort some paperwork out… but I start there next week.” Poe grinned.

“Really? They really want you!” You exclaimed joyfully.

“Yeah, it’s a done deal,” Poe turned in your hold and wrapped his arms around you, cradling your head to his chest. “I couldn’t have done it without you babe.”

“Bullshit.” You chuckled, then winced at the pain lancing through your head.

“Honestly, if it wasn’t for you supporting me this past half a year, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I love you.” Poe whispered tenderly.

“What did your Dad say when you called?” You wondered as Poe took your hand and padded over to the sofa, then tugged your hand to get you to sit with him.

“He was ecstatic. Told me that Mom would be real proud.” He smiled softly.

“I can tell you, she’s looking down on you, completely proud and amazed at what you’ve achieved. I know because I love you with all my heart and that’s how I feel.”

“This,” Poe captured your lips in a tender kiss. “Is why I love you so damn much.”

“C’mon babe, lets chill for a little and once this hangover passes we’re going to celebrate.” You cuddled against Poe’s side. As the day came to a close, you and Poe stayed cuddled up on the sofa watching your favourite films and eating takeout. Though when night came, you both decided it was time to paint the town red in celebration.

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Admittedly when I started writing this I thought I’d have to edit it quite heavily because I wasn’t sure whether I liked it or not. Turns out I only had to add a couple of things and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out.

#Poe Dameron x reader #Poe Dameron

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sandsofoneiros · 4 years ago

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Saturday Delights.

Requested piece.

Warning: Hints at sex, making out just a little, and that’s pretty much it.

Tufts of burgundy hair peeked out from underneath the comforter as her soft snores filled the room. BeeBee was curled up behind the crook of her knees as both of them slept. Poe couldn’t help but smile at the blanket burrito that was his girlfriend. He had closed the blinds to let Ro sleep a few more hours than she usually did, given that she had gotten to his place late last night from work. Closing the door behind him, Poe headed to the kitchen to pour himself another cup of coffee. He wasn’t about to disturb the sleeping beauty that was currently occupying his bed. With a freshly poured cup of coffee, he made his way to the living room to invest in the joys of Saturday morning tv. Stretching his legs out, he placed his feet on the coffee table as he channel surf, ultimately settling on Hell’s Kitchen. This was turning out to be a rather quiet morning, and he would not complain.

After another hour, Poe heard shuffling around the bedroom and waited to see who would emerge first. BeeBee was the first to emerge as he stretched in the doorway before making his way over to Poe and jumping onto the couch. “Who said you could sit on the couch, huh?” Leaning over, Poe rubbed the Shiba’s exposed belly, “Sleeping beauty still getting her much needed sleep?” BeeBee huffed before jumping down and heading to his food dish. Poe following behind since he had waited for the dog to wake up before serving him some breakfast. He didn’t hear the padding of bare feet as he gave BeeBee fresh food and water. Instead, he felt her arms snaked around his waist and her head resting on his back, right in between his shoulder blades.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” He chuckled as he placed one hand over hers and walked around the kitchen, grabbing her two favorite cups. One is for coffee and the other for tea. He knows better than to mix the cups up. “Do you want coffee or tea this morning?”

“Coffee, please.”

“I think you mean sugar and creamer with a dash of coffee.” Chuckling, Poe does his best to prepare her morning coffee while she’s still wrapped around him. Poe usually had his coffee with a little of creamer, but he had taken it upon himself to learn how Ro liked hers. It was more of a sugary concoction that he often teased her about. “Go sit on the couch and I’ll bring it to you.”

Shaking her head against his back, Poe could only laugh. She was in much more of a clingy mood than usual. It probably had to do with how long he had been away this time. He had added a few more flights to his route and had come home later in the week than usual. The soft kisses that were being placed across his bare shoulders made a shiver run down his spine. “Someone’s being naughty.”

His husky voice made her bite down on her bottom lip as she reached around to grab her cup of coffee. Saturdays were Ro’s favorite. One reason was that it meant that she could enjoy the day in nothing but her pajamas. The other was getting to see Poe in his grey sweatpants that always hung just a little lower, his glasses, and crocs. His hair was perfectly messy, and it always made her want to find other ways to make it messier. The little smack to her butt made her giggle as she took her place on the couch, legs tucked underneath her while she sipped her coffee. “Plans for the day?”

“Not really. However, I want to see how you feel about something.” Poe asked while he lifted his arms up to let her legs cross his lap. His fingers ghosting over up and down her leg as he looked over at her.

“If it’s about spending all-day keeping you out of those sweat pants and crocs, then I’m more than happy to. However, the glasses stay on during.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him before taking another sip of her coffee. Her feelings on how they should spend the day made him laugh, and he squeezed her knee just a little, laughing when she jumped before swatting his hand away.

“We can do that in a bit, but I was wondering how you felt about meeting my parents. I know it’s a big step.” Poe watched her carefully and noted how her grip tightened on her cup. He had a made mistake, and it wasn’t even past 11 AM. “Ro, it’s fine if you aren’t ready. Like I said, it’s a big step. I just thought made it was a good time.”

Chewing the inside of her cheek thoughtfully, Ro was still processing what Poe had said to her. It would be a big step in their relationship and there was nothing wrong with this step. She had taken Poe to her sister’s university graduation, where he met her aunt. That had been an easy step, and her aunt loved Poe. She had heard so many stories about his parents, and it would be a lie if she said that she didn’t want to meet Kes Dameron.

“I mean, I’m a little nervous and I’ve never made it to this step with anyone else. Are you sure you want me to meet them?” Placing her cup on the coffee table, Aurora wrapped her arms around herself. She worried about being good enough for Poe all the time. He was a pilot, and she was only a bartender. Nothing overly fancy about her. He could have any girl that he wanted, and it amazed her how he had picked her.

“Baby, I’m a hundred and fifty percent positive that I want you to. Dad keeps asking, and I think he’s more excited to meet you than you think. Give it some thought and then we can work on a date. No rush.” He patted the side of her thigh before smirking at her. His fingers trailing just a little higher. “Now, I say we act on the idea you had about keeping me out of my sweatpants?”

Aurora smiled before she shimmed down the couch and into his arms. Pressing the only innocent kiss of the day to his cheek. “I’ll definitely give it some thought after we have our fun today. Thank you for understanding.”

Poe could only smile before capturing her lips in a kiss, moving her around to settle underneath him before he ran his hands down her sides, giving her hips a soft squeeze. The sound of kissing filled the room as the two enjoyed their Saturday afternoon delight. There were only a few times Poe had his sweatpants on, and that was mostly in between their sessions.

Later that night, Ro had curled up to Poe’s side and traced patterns on his chest while the man watched Battle of Helm’s Deep. They had started watching The Two Towers. Nothing could truly break Poe out of his concentration while the movie was on, not even her soft touches.

“Poe?”

“Hm?’

She could tell that he focused on her at the moment. His glasses had slid down his nose and he took just a second to push them back up. Given that she was about to tell him something important, she grabbed the remote and hit pause. That certainly made him groan before he turned to face her.

“Alright, you have my undivided attention, Sweet Aurora.” He teased her by using the nickname that she wasn’t overly fond of. The nickname had come when Poe had made the connection that she shared a name with a certain Disney Princess.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier.”

“I have said a lot of things today, babe. Need to be more specific, Roo.”

“I wanna meet your parents.”

The statement caught Poe off guard and before he knew it; he was peppering kisses to her forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips. He couldn’t stop smiling as he pulled her into his lap and hugged her close to him.

“I take it you’re happy with that?”

“More than happy! Dad is gonna be so happy.”

Seeing Poe’s smile was contagious, and it didn’t take long before a smile formed on her face as well. She had decided that she was ready to take this step with Poe. They hadn’t always discussed the future, but it was like they would be a part of each other for some time. At least Aurora wanted to think of a future that involved her and Poe together. She hadn’t been with anyone like him before, and it all seemed to go perfectly. Of course they had moments where they fought but nothing would last too long before someone apologized and they worked it out. A future with Poe didn’t seem so bad to her.

“Hey, Ro? I know we’re supposed to be celebrating, but you paused it right before Aragorn is going to toss Gimli and that’s one of my favorite parts.” Mumbling, Poe took the remote out of her hands and hit the play button. Her head buried in his neck as she let him watch his movie.

“Love you… .” She whispered faintly as she closed her eyes and listened to the rest of the movie. Missing the large smile that had taken over Poe’s face as he dropped a kiss to her hair.

#TW: Mentions of sex #Domestic fluff #If you look closely then there's some plot #Poe Dameron x Oc #My oc #My Writing #Mar's Writing

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msfangirlgonewild · 4 years ago

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Indubitable - TROS fic /It’s Like Poetry, Sort Of. They Rhymes series

Chapter 3 - Inscrutable

Fandom - TROS (Canon Backstory/AU - Canon Divergence)

Pairings - Poe Dameron/Rey Skywalker

Ratings - T for romantic fluff

Chapter Summary - Force-sensitive or not – he didn’t give a damn. His only responsibility was to protect a Jedi as his damsel-in-distress from the evil scum of the galaxy. Plain and simple.

Read from the beginning on AO3

An hour had passed after the daring escape from the First Order Star destroyer Steadfast, and the Millennium Falcon flew on at lightspeed before it reached the next planet. With Chewie is manning the controls next to him, Poe took the captain’s seat again. It was pleased the Resistance Commander that he finally had this opportunity to take over from Rey, who was now at the main hold. Finn emerged from the corridor and sat on the passenger’s side behind Chewie, but Finn’s expression was perplexed and concerned.

“Is everything okay, pal?” inquired Poe, occupying himself with piloting without a glance at Finn.

“No, I’m fine,” said Finn, his brows raised.

“Okay then, you’re fine after General Hux let us escape and retrieve the Falcon — now you’re worrying because you’re fine.” the Commander prodded him. “So, what gives?”

The renegade stormtrooper sighed himself as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “It’s Rey,” he answered.

Poe paused unexpectedly mentioned of the young Jedi.

“Have you done it with her recently?” Finn asked with a doubtful look aimed at Poe.

“Oh, hell no,” scoffed Poe as Chewie gave him a dubious bark. The stubborn but intrepid Wookie had shown a fatherly devoted to Rey ever since he and Han had found their ship.

“Gimme a break, Fuzzball.” Poe said with a good-naturedly glance to his copilot.

I am WATCHING you, Little Poe! Chewie growl with a scowl, gesturing a V-sign first at his own eyes, then at Poe’s to signify, I mean it.

“Not you, too?” Poe inquired uneasily, as Finn gave a slight snort. “And please stop calling me ‘Little Poe’: it’s embarrassing!”

I think you two are up to something.

“No, it’s not what you’ve think, and please do something else!” protested Poe as he pointed to Chewie.

Uh-huh. Yeah, right, mumbled Chewie rather enthusiastically, looking away from Poe as he turned his focus back to the console.

This time Poe ignored him and veered back toward Finn, arching his brow as he asked. “Is anything wrong with her?”

“She didn’t seem like herself after we rescued her the hangar, and she was speaking to herself about something. I don't know, Poe. That’s doesn’t sound like her at all, when she’s talking to herself alone. She’s acting rather strangely, and I feel as if I want to help her, but I think she's alright.”

“Is she there?”

“She’s at her quarters.”

Poe gave a light, somber sigh and thought back to the day when he and Rey were in Kijimi City, but now something else troubled him. “Chewie, t-take the wheel,” he commanded as he stood up from the seat, and patted the Wookie’s shoulder, Chewie roared simply in response and took Poe’s place. “Er...Finn, take over Chewie’s spot.”

“Where you going?” asked Finn, now seated in the copilot’s seat.

“I’m going to check on her,” said Poe. He walked through the corridor but instantly peeked his head back at them before he went on. “And I won’t be bothering her about anything that the two of you promised to stop talking about!”

He whistled as he proceeded to the main corridor, where Beebee was rolling with another droid toward Poe. It was D-O/Dio, the little cone-headed droid they had found inside the Sith loyalist's ship at the Sinking Mines.

Master-Poe, chirped Beebee.

“Hey, buddy,” Poe said warmly to his orange sphere-shaped droid. He turned excitedly Dio. “What’s up, Cone Head?”

“H-hello, Space Porg!” replied Dio politely.

The Commander’s expression turned to indignation at his ridiculous name. He quickly recalled that this droid had barked, ‘Desert Rat’ at Rey during their altercation at Ajan Kloss.

“Why you-” he muttered in vexation, but calming himself down, he cleared his throat and looked back on Beebee. “I-I’m going to see Rey for a quick minute.”

But, Master-Poe. I’m afraid Hero-Rey is resting.

“Have you been sticking with her while I was away, buddy?” checked Poe.

All the time, sir, especially during her Jedi training and she’s reasonable. But while during her last training — Hero-Rey was punch-drunk.

“Punch-drunk?” repeated Poe, confused; he folded his arms and furrowed one brow.

Like she went nowhere, but she was charging or screaming herself at someone, and then later while you were away with Friend-Finn, I nearly got owned by a tree while she was haphazardly swinging with her lightsaber. Hero-Rey was apologetic to me, saying that it was an accident. She was afraid and troubled by something else, I guess. Forgive me, Master-Poe. I should have told you right away while she’s not here with us.

Poe understood the issue of Beebee’s mishap on a tree during Rey’s training: the tormenting experience had plagued her back.

Is anything wrong with Hero-Rey, Master-Poe? the round droid asked in worried beeps and light chirps.

“I dunno, buddy.” replied Poe, scratching his head. “Don’t worry. Rey is a good person, and she never harms a thing. She's a fighter and I’m grateful that she is with us. Also, I’m quite fond of her.”

Do you like Hero-Rey, boss? Beebee beeped excitedly with a whistle as his head wiggled. Wow! I’ve been watching you and Hero-Rey in the cockpit! And then later, I was instantly discovered the two of you kissing at Kijimi, ohhhh? How romantic!

“W...w-what?” stammered Poe in a panic, with a blush spreading across his face. “You’ve watched at us? No, that’s not what you think! She—”

“Did she?” added Dio, turning to Beebee, then to Poe. “Ohhhh—”

“H-hey, hey, hey. Stop that!” Poe demanded, pointing at the two curious droids. “And change the subject, will ya? Please?”

Shall we come with you to see her?

“No, it’s alright,” His voice released its tension as he looked at Threepio still on ‘hibernating’ mode at the hologram table. “I’ll go by myself. Now resume your rounds, ‘kay guys?”

Affirmative, Space Porg, assented Beebee in a sharp chuckle of beeps, chirps, and whistles.

“R-roger, Loverboy,” quipped the excited Dio as he rejoined Beebee and took off to the next corridor.

“I don’t believe it,” Poe murmured, looking provoked and stern as he proceeded to Rey’s quarters. “Now she’s taunting me with my droid? Great! Just gr-”

Poe unexpectedly halted, as if in a trance. He perceived that something strange was emanating from Rey’s quarters, and his agitated mind heard her voice has spoken in fear and danger.

And he felt it.

Poe raced into her quarters, where Rey was still lying in a bunk, her head violently tossing and turning and her arms splayed like someone was trying to take her.

“No! Stay away from me!” she begged in distress. Her eyes were shut and bathed with tears.

Poe sat quickly beside Rey’s bed and held both of her wrists to keep her from hurting him. “Kriff, Rey, wake up!”

Rey did not respond, for her body was suddenly jerked. The Commander grabbed both of her shoulders, pulling her and shaking her.

“Rey!” Poe cried out to her pleadingly.

The young Jedi awoke. She blinked her teary eyes and turned to Poe. After the shock of the nightmares, she was panting as Poe tried to soothe her. It was as if the Force itself had to calm her down.

“That’s it, kid,” he shushed her slowly. “Take it easy.”

Rey’s breathing has ebbed to normal, and then she flung her arms around Poe’s neck. Her body was shaking like a leaf, and Poe felt her light sobs against him. He sighed, wrapping his arms around her to keep her safe with him.

“Hey, don’t cry,” he murmured with a soft kiss against her ear.

“It’s...terrible,” she sighed in relief. Her breathing slowed, yet she held her arms tightly around him as if she was frightened of letting go. “So terrible.”

“Uh-huh, it is terrible,” said Poe after the pause, his voice had slightly tightened, and he was nearly out of breath. “And I’m feeling so terrible right now, even though I’m here with you, sweetheart.”

“Why?” she asked, puzzled.

“You’re squeezing me too tight, and I c-cannot breathe. You can let go of your arms right now, please, or I’ll...” His strained voice faded quickly, while his eyes widened and his face turned blue: he struggled to push his body away from hers, and his mental state wavered.

She gasped and quickly released her arms from his neck. “OH NO! I’m sorry!”

Poe wheezed violently, then began coughing as Rey gently soothed his back. However, he raised one hand with a wave to signal that he was okay, and he took his breath in relief. Finally recovered, he helped her to sit next to him as he held her. Rey wiped out her tears away with one hand, while the other covered her mouth in memory of her nightmares.

“Bad dreams again, huh?” asked Poe clearing his throat. Then a normal manner. “Is it Ren?”

She nodded slowly with her eyes open, releasing her hand from her mouth. Gingerly. She placed both hands on her lap.

“Can you tell me about it?” he asked again. “Rey?”

She did not reply as Poe sighed, challenging her. “Finn and Beebee told me that you’d been acting sort of strange earlier, before you came here to rest. Or is there something else you want to tell me — just between us?”

“I’m sorry, Poe,” she replied slowly. “I can’t tell.”

“Fine then. I arrived here to check on you that’s all, and er...we’re concerned about what happened to you after we rescued you at the hangar,” he went on. “Look, sunshine. If you’re still not feeling better, I’ll leave befo—“

He started to stand up from Rey’s bunk, but Rey caught his wrist. “Please stay,” she implored without looking up at him.

Poe went back where he had been seated next to her. The two sat in a calm silence while the Falcon glided stealthily and smoothly in hyperspace.

After several quiet seconds, Rey has begun to speak with her eyes dropped in despair. “Kylo Ren visited me again.”

The Commander’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Visited? So he ‘visited’ you, you mean he was here?” he bewildered. “So, what did he tell you exactly?”

Her head rose. “It’s complicated, Poe.”

“Complicated?”

“Kyl....Ben and I were connected,” she began, looking down at her clenched hand on her lap. “It’s a Force bond, or whatever it’s called that can span space. This thing frightens me and it never goes away. And it’s like someone is watching me.”

Poe sighed and began to comfort her, but Rey stood up and walked three steps to the other bunk, staring at the Ochi’s Sith dagger that she had laid there. “Ben knows everything about my parents. He told me that they brought me to safety in Jakku before they were killed with this dagger by Ochi, who buried them in the Jakku wasteland. And my mother...and my father...” her voice broke with soft sobs, and she appeared hesitant what she was afraid of in front of Commander Dameron.

Poe felt tense and agitated; it bothered him that Rey wasn't telling him something. He needed her to find out who she really was besides of a Jedi, because Poe had found in his soul and in his heart that she was the only person he would ever truly cared for. And he’d never seen this galaxy’s final hope – the last Jedi – as vulnerable as she was now. He had sworn to Gods to protect her, and now he understood how deeply problematic it would be to save Rey from the hands of General Organa's estranged son, who had turned to the dark side...soon, she would be next.

Regardless of these thoughts, he got up and strolled behind Rey; he gently turned her to face him, and as Rey turned herself and buried her face on his shoulder, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Poe was simply blissful. He closed his eyes and continued to hold onto her, stroking the back of her head gently and lovingly, with the other hand caressing her small back. It was the greatest possible solace of empathy and yearning.

“Then Ben got angry when he begged me to be with him...to rule the galaxy – against the Sith Lord who massacred my parents because of me. They wanted me because I’m special.” she continues with her eyes closed. “And at that very moment, he urged me again and again, as that I refused him – he’d destroy everyone, including the Resistance, Leia, Finn, Chewie…and then you. I don’t want to let this happen, I can’t let myself endanger all of you –”

“That’s not going to happen,” Poe insisted, still holding onto her and pressing her head against his cheek. “Oh, poor baby. You should have told me sooner that it involved Ben.”

“I’m sorry, Poe. You think I’m mad?”

“No, you’re not,” he replied truthfully. “Believe me.”

“I’m frightened because of my nightmares, my insanity: everything,” her voice caught. “I’m not the Rey I who used to be because I’m nobody, Poe. I belonged to the madman who is looking for me, placing me on his throne...he’s coming after me—“

“Hey, would you please stop babbling,” he groaned, as he gently leaned back and held both of her shoulders to face her. “Oh, Rey, look at me. Please?”

Her face rose up to his. Poe looked at Rey and soothed her mind to reality. “No one will take you away,” he assured her. “And it’s never going to happen to you, and whatever anyone else convinces you of. No one can take you, not Kylo Ren, the First Order or even the Emperor – he won’t even get away easily with encouraging you to fall to the dark side–”

“How did you know?” Rey was surprised, and she turned her puzzled face to meet at his gaze.

Poe was speechless in confusion and embarrassment as Rey moved closer to him. “You feel it too, do you?” she asked.

“I only wish I knew.” he murmured in disbelief, running his hand through his hair.

A feeling of both intensity and perplexity overwhelmed Poe. It was hard to believe that he’d never felt a presence like this before – and what if a Force-sensitive person like General Organa informed him that he was actually sensing Rey through the Force?

Force-sensitive or not – he didn’t give a damn. His only responsibility was to protect a Jedi as his damsel-in-distress from the evil scum of the galaxy. Plain and simple.

He took a deep breath and decided to tell her. “You know...you’ve told me something that I already felt in my mind: you've had a nightmare recently?”

“Yes.” She understood clearly. “And while you sensed it, what did I say before you woke me up?”

Poe shook his head slowly. “I don’t know what to say, sweetheart,” he admitted, confused. “I just heard a slightly fuzzy voice inside my head. That’s all.”

“Sounds rather inscrutable.”

“Kind of,” he scoffs, furrowing his brow.

Suddenly, Rey’s face turned uncertain and curious. “What if Finn is connected to me because we were close...that sounds like just a coincidence, don’t you think?”

Poe said nothing as he stood for a moment, gazing at the Jedi’s youthful but troubled beauty.

Reluctantly, he changed the subject back to the original issue. “Listen to me, Rey. I don’t want someone from taking you, and I know that you think that Ben finding you was a warning, and it sounds like a trap. Does Leia know about this?”

“No,” she shook her head slowly. “Only Master Luke had discovered this bond. No one else knows but you.”

“Does Ben come back to visits you often?”

“Occasionally,” she sighed sadly in reply. “but I blocked him now, just in case.”

“Well, in that case, let’s forget it. But still, sunshine, we have to go one more mission in ten hours or so, before the Final Order brings about galactic subjugation,” Poe reminded her with a thoughtful smile. He took her hand, caressing the soft skin with his thumb, then focusing his touch on the calluses she had built from her vast array of combat skills: thrusting her quarterstaff, shooting her blaster, and fiercely wielding her lightsaber.

He continued. “Finn, Chewie and I are still your behind you, because you’re a Jedi – not a nobody. And you’re the best fighter we’ve ever had – both as a pilot and a warrior like Uncle Luke. Aunt Leia depends on you; she cared for you so much that she’d taught you all she could, and now, she’s anxious and waiting for your return.”

Rey sighed breathlessly as she began to calm down; then, her eyes gently met his. “I know I understand clearly...” she started, but then she paused and wondered for a moment, confusing Poe. “I don’t think you’re the only one who protects me beside Finn, Chewie or Leia. But it’s different with you – like we were in the cave at the Sinking Fields, and you were worried when I seemed like a goner. But then you pulled me out from the top of the quicksand, and as you held me tight, it was like you had for a moment lost someone you held dear.”

“Oh, that?” he chuckled simply with ease. “I’m not letting the last Jedi end up dead. And I have to protect you.”

“Funny, I’ve heard that Jedi knights are peacekeepers and protectors,” Rey smirked. “And I have never seen a person who protects a Jedi. It was the Jedi rule of the code that forbade falling in love.”

“That was the old traditional code, and you've been kept reading all of the ancient texts you found on Ahch-To,” he chuckled lightly. “Aunt Leia knows it, and she had told me this Jedi history when I was a little boy.”

He paused momentarily, noticing with regret that his generous bravado had melted into a feeling of intense ardor. The Commander’s eyes move slowly to look at the young Jedi as she has pulled herself closer, inch by inch, to his face. She looked down at his mother’s wedding ring around his neck and carefully took the band as it gleamed in the light; she began stroking the smooth cold metal with her thumb, trying to store the sense of touch in her memory.

“Why have you’ve protected me, exactly?” she asked, lulling him with the soft tone of her voice. Her face was formal, and its dignify had captured Poe.

An intensity awakened in him again. He had never keenly desired her, and he knew his chance was right now – or never. And there was a possibility, maybe, that Poe was unexpectedly sensing Rey through the Force. He was fervid, yet simultaneously calm.

Wordlessly, Poe took a deep breath as he moved closer to Rey. His hand still held hers, their fingers entwined. His other hand gently took her chin as he rose to face her, and as he placed her cheek in his palm, he noticed that the touch of her delicate skin was like soft petals. Slowly, Poe’s desire grew greater than his fear of what could happen next.

They stood each other in silence as their eyes met with a prayer-like gaze, and Poe began to wonder – what if he kissed her back, since she had first kissed him at Kijimi?

Soon, he fulfilled his want and his temptation for Rey: sweet, passionate, and brazen Rey.

He was kissing her this time, soft as a whisper. His mouth is gradually brushed hers as Rey drew her breath at his touch. It was so gentle but intimate, that kiss that she and Poe had improvised as a diversion to escape from the stormtroopers. Rey had never felt anything like this before.

However extraordinary it seemed, this kiss was placed on the inexperienced young Jedi’s mouth by a difficult, but a passionate man – none other than Poe Dameron. The kiss was like euphoric or pure desire, or even both, and Rey praise for the Force that embraces her senses and took her into the far reaches of the universe and beyond.

Without warning, Poe pushed her back as he held his hand on her hair and gasped from the kiss. Rey was startled, with her eyes widening from the shock of Poe’s touch; she searched his thoughts, hoping to find some answers.

“Oh, kriff. I’m so sorry, Rey.” he apologized, his voice stumbling. But his expression softened, and remaining calm and emotionless, he continued. “Force, I didn’t mean this. I-I shouldn’t be here–”

This time it was Rey who kissed him back, surrendering herself as she finally understood why he’d cared for her so much. Her hand was still clenched upon Poe’s silver band, and she gently pulled the chain to her and accepting him a full kiss.

Poe was immensely relief at Rey’s answer to go ahead, and he held her head gently as he continued to kiss her with more and more heated kisses. When his tongue entered her mouth and touched hers, it sent a jolt through Rey, and she let out a light whimper as her other hand clenched his more tightly; she found herself losing control with an intensity that burned like a steady flame. She released her hand from his, and placing it against his face, she clenched his hair with her fingers and kissed him harder, her tongue responding to his.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her body onto his, their heartbeats quickened pounding like drums inside their chests. His feverish mouth journeyed everywhere, from the column on her neck to the sensitive spot behind her lower ear, leaving a mark with his teeth as he heard the soft sounds of gasps, cries, and whimpers emerging from Rey’s mouth. With each kiss, he desired to capture every precious moment with her, that he might cherish each one for himself alone.

Poe longed for Rey severely and sustained his love for her against his will. He wanted her so much that he tried to memorize everything he could with his kisses: how sweet she tasted, how soft her mouth was. It was as if he had taken a drug, he was intoxicated with lust and fervor. He felt a battle of desperation, dominance, and passion than he had ever experienced before; yet the Force flowed increasingly through them with a surprising but overpowering genuineness, and its bliss surrounded them.

As the kisses evolved into a slow, soft, and sensual manner, Poe took her hand from his hair, and their fingers entwined. He pulled her gently away from her mouth, laying his forehead against hers and savoring her breath on his lips. He sighed blissfully with his eyes closed, almost if he was praying.

“I’ve never kissed like this before,” she murmured breathlessly. She was still toying the ring between their chests.

“Neither have I,” he whispered.

“And I could die like this, after this.” she pondered, a single tear rolls down her cheek.

“Apparently, sweetheart,” he replied with a sad grin. “It’s the way things are than indubitable.”

After a while, she began to speak again. “I have a confession to make, Commander Dameron,” she said to Poe as he blinked.

She proceeded to make an open declaration to him. “Finn told me everything about who you are, I know you’re the legendary X-wing pilot of the Resistance that I had heard of, and he told me that he helped you escape from the First Order. The next day, we’ve met aboard the Falcon, and I was intrigued by you...but I know it sounds so silly, and I’ve decided to ignore it and move on. I realize that whether it was so right or wrong, scary, or endearing — it doesn’t matter, because I’m too young for you.

“I couldn’t explain to myself anything about why I had these emotions inside of me. But now the Force has enlightened me, Poe. This intensity surrounding me just now was incredible, and I want to cherish it forever. And I don’t even care that the rules of the Jedi code forbid emotions; after the breathless terror of my recent nightmares, all I want is to feel is the happiness of being with you. Whether it’s mere hope or reality, the only the emotions that matter to me is my care for Finn, Uncle Chewie, Rose, or anyone else. But my truest emotions is my love for you, Poe Dameron. And you’re the only love I have, and I wanted to tell you right now is because—”

Poe’s passion-fueled kisses suddenly cut her off, little by little, Rey reciprocated his answers to her admission.

Poe is hardly believed these words — words that he could barely hear above the drumming of his heartbeat. Rey was saying these things, he had felt an unquestionable presence inside of him.

And so he knew – being Force-sensitive, no pun intended – that Rey loved him, too.

“I know,” he finally in a loving whisper after releasing her mouth.

It took them a while to recover their equilibrium; their desire had held them with an unyielding grip, and they now felt so entirely wrung out from the intensity of the past minutes.

Poe swallowed calmly, still holding his forehead against hers. “Rey,” he said, trying to respond to her very slowly. “There’s something I need to tell—”

Suddenly, a voice from the comm interrupted them. “Poe! We’re beginning to leave hyperspeed.” Finn called in. “Chewie needs you in the captain’s seat right away.”

“Kriff,” Poe cursed himself, and he opened his eyes as he pulled his head gently away from Rey. He wished he was lost in the woods with her. “We’re almost there.” he stammered.

“Er...yes,” said Rey, her eyes confuses and beginning to shy away. “Poe?”

“Huh?”

“I think you can let go of my hand this time.”

Poe was surprised that he’s still held her hand in his. However, after he released her hand and tried to move on, he was yanked forward by the chain around his neck, and Rey, startled, released the ring from the palm of her other hand. She smiled sheepishly to apologize, and Poe tensely accepted, tucking his necklace safely into his shirt.

”Rest for a while, sunshine. The Falcon is coming out of lightspeed soon.” He uncertainty straightened his short hair, and immediately began to walk out. He paused for a second and turned back toward her. “And...er...we’ll talk about this later when we get there, okay?”

“Okay,” Rey understood with a light nod. “I’ll be out soon. Um...w-wait!”

He turned to Rey again with his brows raised in question.

The young Jedi bit her lower lip, afraid of what she wanted to say to him, but Poe gave an encouraging grin.

“Just hang in there, Lady Jedi,” he called to her, returning to his bravado manner as he left. “I’ll come back to you.”

“Hey, flyboy?” she added eventually.

He turned back to her once more. “What?”

“Thank you,” she replied with a simple smile. “Thank you for looking after me, and I’m so grateful that you and everyone are tagging along.”

He moved toward her and he placed a soft and loving kiss on her forehead, then on her cheek that almost close to her mouth,. Poe stole one last glance at Rey’s attractive face, her mouth was swollen pink from their passion-filled pursuit.

“You’re welcome, buttercup,” he responded with a wink, caressing her mouth softly with his thumb. He withdrew and finally left the quarters.

As Poe walked back to the cockpit, he stopped for a moment in a disconcerted silence. He leaned his back against the metal wall of the corridor and hitting himself on the back of his head with a groan.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Poe,” he said to himself, splaying one hand to cover his eyes. “You need to speak to her.”

He sighed as he stood out silently and stared at the hallway where he just comes from Rey’s quarters. Poe, tainted with sorrow and confusion, tore himself from the idea of loving a Jedi. He soon in regret as he simply knew that he was afraid to answer about Rey’s past.

A deep and unsettled state came upon him, provoking him to confusion and plaguing him with an unexpected reminder from the General:

She doesn’t know about her true heredity, Poe. The Rey we all cared for and loved, the Rey who will bring balance to the Force — she is not presumed to be what she appears...

#star wars #star wars nothing but star wars #star wars: the rise of skywalker #star wars: duel of the fates #star wars episode ix #star wars fanfiction #damerey fic #poe x rey #poe dameron #rey skywalker #may the queue be with you #may the force be with you #alternate universe - canon divergence #canon backstory

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therapardalis · 3 years ago

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ofrebelroots:

“Just been one of those days.” He didn’t know what else he should say regarding what had made him shut everyone else out for the day. “I’m certain he’s happy to hear that.” It wasn’t uncommon for BeeBee to have adoring fans that wanted to come and spend time with him. The Shiba seemed to have gotten another friend that seemed to be happy to see him as much as he liked to see her.

Poe knew BeeBee was vocal, but this was unlike anything he had ever witnessed from his beloved dog. However, he wasn’t about to just cut into the conversation and be rude. No, he would give the dog his chance to just yip and wiggling around.

“You can get poster Benny to remind you, I get a countdown text every day reminding me.” Shaking his head, he laughed softly. There was no he could ever forget about fight night. It just wasn’t possible. “Yeah, I mean, if you need it. I know it’s bit out of the way but sometimes the roads get confusing.”

“Just a warning, the living room is a total mess at the point, but we can sit out back on the patio or something.” Opening the room the rest of the way for her, he waited until she got inside before he followed behind her. “BeeBee seems to give you the tour.”

“Mm-hm,” She nodded, taking that at face value and the end of it, “I know how those go.” For herself she would be working off such a day in the gym or with a punching bag, and guessed that for Poe moving the furniture was serving the same way.

Conversely, she broke into a wide grin as he described the countdown, muffling it with her hand. “Maybe I should get him to autograph a poster Benny, just as a souvenir?” She was saying it as a joke, though once it was out it sounded almost worthwhile - it promised to be a good memory. “Don’t know about need, but probably quicker and easier. Cut out any chance of my getting lost.”

BeeBee arrived back at the door, tail wagging and obviously wondering what was keeping the humans, and Thera dropped a scritch to his ears as she walked on through. “I think his tour is likely to just include his food bowl, toy chest and bed.” Because those were the important parts when you were a dog, right?

She waited for Poe to come up alongside her so he could point her toward the patio or wherever he had in mind, catching a glimpse of the living room as she did. “I’ve seen a few disasters in my time, so don’t stress about it. Oh, and - feel free to shoo me out again if you want to get back to it later.”

#OfRebelRoots #Modern verse #v; BeeBee Makes Three

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kaikamahine · 8 years ago

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aaaand: poe dameron, #9

9: Cinnamon, a welcome sign, a well worn leather jacket

Holding his tin container between his knees, Poe turns his spoon over in his mouth and uses his tongue to work it completely clean. Last bites deserve every bit of your concentration, and so when the backthrusters misfire, it catches him off-guard, jolting his elbow off his knee and sending his teeth clacking painfully against metal. A cascading series of thuds from further up the aisle tells him somebody else’s luggage just fell over.

“This,” he says, with what he thinks to be considerable patience, “is my least favorite thing about peacetime.”

Bee-OOP, Beebee replies, not without reproach.

“No, I know,” Poe says, folding the little metal spoon and locking it to his container, which is so old the cheery holds 33% more!! advertising on the side has almost entirely peeled away. “We live in a safe, secure galaxy where it is within a planet’s rights to only allow public and commercial transports into their airspace. No personal fighters of any kind. I know this.”

As someone who could thread a needle with a decommissioned Y-Wing, though, it rankles.

He casts a baleful look towards the front. A one-armed Ugnaught could land this thing with less turbulence than this, and that’d be doing Ugnaughts a disservice.

Beebee reminds him that it’s probably not the pilot’s fault. A pilot is only as good as his equipment - and the droids who maintenance it.

“Easy for you to say!” Poe retorts, but without any bite. “You can roll, you don’t have to worry about accidentally severing your own tonsils because someone hasn’t been paid a decent enough wage not to fire too hard on the backthrusters.”

Beebee-ooooo, Beebee says, and wiggles proudly.

Once, after, his father took a commission in a dome-city with similar airspace restrictions. The closest place Poe could land an X-Wing was the station on Duronga Beta. and Kes Dameron knew full well that the time and the expense of taking public transport down to the dome would deter Poe from doing so, every time.

He sees the sign before he sees the person holding it. Someone - probably her mother - has programmed the hololettering to swoop in from a corner, and Poe supposes that the scribbles could spell his name, if you were willing to interpret it optimistically. It’s the drawing that gives it away: he catches a glimpse of himself between the two willowy Pa’un disembarking ahead of him, dryly complaining about human-standard doorways. It’s a good likeness - if he had diagonal lines for arms and legs and a head twice the size of both those things. She even gave him a beard, which Poe feels to be unfair: he has more time to shave these days, promise.

The helmet is dead accurate, though, and Poe wishes for a single, sharp moment that he had thought to bring it. But you don’t need a helmet if you don’t mean to fly.

“Poe!”

This is all the warning he gets to drop his bag to the ground before a mass of hair and freckles collides with him. There’s a girl in there somewhere, but she’s hard to find in a jacket so big that the sleeves fold down over her hands like a ceremonial Naboo gown, but more brown and with a dozen more Resistance patches.

And then Poe lifts her up and there’s no room in him for anything except a joy so buoyant that gravity could never claim it or force it down.

“Who is this!” he cries, swinging her around in a wide circle while Beebee spins delightedly around his feet, whistling high and shrill. He props her on his hip. “This can’t be my Poelette - you’re much too big! Look at you! What did you do with your teeth!”

“Lost them!” She sticks her tongue through the gap to demonstrate. “What’s a Poelette?”

“Why, it’s you.” He drops his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, and she leans in close enough her face goes cyclopsish, her dusting of freckles coalescing like star maps. “Your parents named you after the most handsome and the most important person in their lives.”

“That’s not her name, Poe.”

And then Rey’s there, and Finn, and Poe’s arms are full but that doesn’t stop him from trying to embrace them both at the same time.

“What do you mean?” he answers in tones of mock indignation, using the jumble of arms and feet and Beebee as they step in and around each other to steal more than one kiss, glancing off each cheek as it passes. “Of course it is! There’s no other contender.”

Finn keeps his fist balled tight in the small of Poe’s back. “Izarre,” he says to his daughter. “Can you show Poe what you learned?”

Instantly, she goes shy, ducking her head into the collar of Poe’s old jacket.

Rey’s hand catches her bare foot, tickles its sole until she squirms and resurfaces. “Come on,” she wheedles, while Beebee chirps curiously around their knees. “You were so excited the whole way up here!”

Izarre peeks at Poe. “Hello, Poe, how was your journey I hope the stars lead you home,” comes out in a stumbling rush, all in Yavi.

The sound of his mother tongue, no matter how inexpertly used, goes straight to Poe’s heart. And his nose, which responds by prickling in a telltale way.

“I’m going to cry,” Poe tells them, a second before he does.

#academicpunk #fic:mine #HANDWAVES DETERMINEDLY AT CANON and makes up the rest of it #'izarre' means 'stars'; i have no idea what you can do with this knowledge but i wanted you to have it #THANK YOU REED I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED #star wars for ts #the force awakens for ts #elizabeth needs a tag for answering that one meme

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 5 years ago

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“Bey, mijito, for the love of the Jedi, sit still,” Poe implores, sighing heavily as he pulls his hand away from Bey’s head, hair cutting shears hanging limply from his fingers. He's been sitting at the table for the better part of a standard hour, trying to trim Bey's over-long curls. Why did he think this was a good idea?

Bey wiggles in the chair, his curls bouncing. “No, Papá! I’m bored! Bored!” he starts a chant, smacking his fists on the kitchen table.

Poe hangs his head and scrubs a hand through his own freshly cut curls. “Bey, please. Papá wants to finish too. How are you going to see if I don’t cut your hair?”

“No cut! I like hair long,” Bey shouts, leaning away from Poe’s hands and giving his father a smile that looks fairly menacing for such a small child.

“Bey,” Rey calls from the den, “sit still or Papá will cut off your ear.” Her tone is blithe and she doesn’t look up from the coloring page she’s helping Luna fill in. Poe can feel the radiating waves of "I told you this was a bad idea, Poe Dameron" that come off of his wife.

Bey’s eyes go wide and Poe has hope, for one brief moment, that the boy will sit still for a haircut. But no. The second Poe leans half an inch forward, Bey lets out a shriek loud enough to raise the Sith and launches his body off the chair. Bey runs around the kitchen, screaming, “Not my ears! I want my ears! Bad Papá!”

Poe jumps up from his chair, shears clattering to the table, and he holds his hands up in the galactic sign for surrender. “Bey!” he shouts, trying to be heard over Bey’s shrieking, “Bey! Cálmese! I’m not going to cut your ear off!”

“My ears!” Bey wails, throwing himself down on the carpeting, kicking his hands and legs in a tantrum. Luna, seeing her brother throwing his tantrum, begins screaming too.

“What -?” Rey looks between both of their kids and shakes her head, startled by the suddenness of their meltdowns. She immediately kneels up next to Luna and gathers the little girl in her arms, stroking her hair and whispering into her ears. While Rey calms down Luna, Poe kneels next to Bey and strokes his back.

“Ah, mijito, I know you’re getting tired of being inside. I am too,” Poe strokes at Bey’s curls. “Papá doesn’t have to cut your hair right now, you can calm down.”

Wails tapering off from both kids, there’s a beat of silence and Poe takes the opportunity to gather Bey in his arms and hug him tightly. Bey sniffles and wipes his damp face against Poe’s undershirt. “No hair cut!” he mumbles, dragging a hand under his nose and wiping the snot on Poe’s shirt.

Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Poe nods. “Sure, buddy, no hair cut.”

Luna peeks at her father and brother from the safety of Rey’s arms. She pats Rey’s cheek with a tiny, chubby hand. Rey looks down at the baby and kisses Luna’s palm. “Mama,” Luna babbles, all signs of her tantrum gone.

“Little terror,” Rey says affectionately. She looks over at Poe - still shaking his head at the tantrums - and grins. “Maybe it’s time for a little walk around the yard? I think the natives are restless.”

Poe nods in vehement agreement. “Maybe we walk over to my d-a-d-’s so they can wave to h-i-m.”

“I think we’d all like that,” Rey agrees. Still holding Luna, she gets easily to her feet and says brightly, “Time for shoes and a walk! Maybe we’ll find some plants, huh, Lu?”

Luna nods eagerly and Poe clambers to his feet, pulling Bey up by the arms. “Come on, Bey, let’s get our shoes on,” he says.

“Can BeeBee come?” Bey asks, looking over at the corner where BB-8 is usually charging. “And Dio!”

Neither droid is to be found in the living room - hurrying away when Poe announced his plan to give Bey’s curls a trim - but now their beeps and whirs can be heard in the distance. D-O’s little stutter - “Fam-family walk?” - is almost drowned out by BB-8′s excited beeping.

Grinning, Poe says, “Of course the droids are coming, what kind of family walk would it be without them?”

Both Rey and Bey wear matching grins - sometimes Poe thinks he falls after the droids on his wife’s and son’s list of favorite family members.

#damerey #jedipilot #poe dameron x rey #poe x rey

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dracosollicitus · 6 years ago

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Oh, what the hell. I wish you would write a fic where Poe and Rey meet in the park with their dogs, but Rey goes off on him when she thinks that his dog hurt her dog (Beebee did not and would not). She brings her dog, Artoo, to get checked out at the local vet...who happens to be Poe. Antics ensue. THE END.

Yes, good, love it

@therebeccaw

“So, how old is your guy?” Rey asked, smiling at the handsome man who’d she had quite literally bumped into - they’d laughed and untangled their leashes, and then got to talking. That was five minutes ago, and Rey hoped that the conversation would never end.

“Beebee’s four,” Poe answered. Poe. An odd name, but then again, so was hers. He was in his early thirties, and impossibly good-looking. His leather jacket did little to nothing to conceal the obvious musculature of his chest; Rey would feel worse about ogling him if he hadn’t obviously checked her out at least thirty times in the last five minutes. “And yours?”

Rey smiled happily at her sweet boy, who was currently playing around with the tiny corgi. “Artoo’s eleven,” she said.

Poe whistled. “You don’t see a lot of Rotties get to be that age,” he said. “Lots of love must have gone into him. You got Artoo when you were what, fifteen?” He was trying to guess her age, and Rey would be more irritated if he wasn’t so charming.

“He was my uncle’s dog, actually,” Rey corrected, a sad smile forming. “Ben adopted me a few years after he adopted Artoo.”

“There’s a story there,” Poe noted, and Rey shrugged. “I’d - like to hear it, later. If you have time.” Oh. Smooth. Rey grinned at him, lost in his warm, brown eyes, but a terrified yelp distracted her just as she was about to offer her number.

Beebee had somehow pinned Artoo down, the older, larger dog whining as the Corgi waggled his butt triumphantly.

“Hey! Beebee! That’s not how we play with new friends.” Poe picked up the dog while scolding him, and Beebee wiggled cheerfully in his arms, uncaring of his mistreatment of Artoo. Rey snorted from the visual of a tiny dog pinning down a breed the media always insisted was a ‘vicious guard dog,’ and tugged on Artoo’s leash.

“Come on up, sweet boy,” she cooed. Artoo rolled over but yelped again when he tried to put weight on his back leg. Rey frowned and knelt down next to her dog. “Artoo? What’s wrong?” She ran a hand over his back haunch, and he whimpered pathetically. “I think your dog hurt his leg,” Rey said.

“There’s no possible way my Beebee hurt anything,” Poe snapped. Rey looked up in surprise - there had been no ire in her voice, just an observation.

“Well, your little beastie could probably do with some training,” Rey offered. “Learn to control his strength.” Clearly a joke; or so she thought.

“How do you even know he’s hurt?” Poe scowled at her and moved forward, but Rey held a hand up. Gosh, was he disappointing. Most men were, she supposed. Charming at first, but then rude and awful at the first sign of rough waters.

“Stay away from my dog,” Rey’s voice was cold now as she assessed the situation. She looked up and calculated the distance to her car, parked on the curb outside the park. It was a three minute walk. She could do this.

Rey scooped up Artoo, set her legs properly and heaved him off the ground. “No, c’mon, don’t do that, he’s gotta weigh at least a hundred-” Rey ignored Poe’s protests; Artoo, the big teddy, went up easily, used to being picked up. She stood, adjusted her grip on Artoo and moved past Poe and his corgi - who looked very worried, poor dear - and towards her car.

“Rey, look, I’m-”

“Don’t.” Rey didn’t turn around, just continued walking with her poor, sweet dog who whimpered sadly with every jostle of his leg.

A few hours later, Artoo still couldn’t support his weight on his back leg, so Rey grabbed her purse, looped her leash around his midriff in a sort of sling, and helped him walk to the car. She’d just moved to this town three weeks ago and hadn’t had time to find a new vet, so she quickly googled local clinics that took emergency walk-ins.

There was one fifteen minutes away, and she reached behind her to pet Artoo while she sped down unfamiliar streets, babbling nonsense at him while her heart pounded nervously. Get it together, Kenobi. They pulled up to the clinic, and Rey hopped out. It was sixty degrees, and with the windows cracked, Artoo was fine to stay in the car, his to-go water bowl perched within lapping distance for him; she didn’t want to move him until she had to.

Rey sprinted through the doors and up to reception. “My dog,” she panted. “He got hurt earlier today, and he - he can’t walk, and he’s old, and please, please tell me someone can look at him.”

The receptionist, a pretty young Asian woman in scrubs with a name tag that said ‘Rose,’ beamed up at her. “Don’t worry, ma’am, we can get him sorted away. Dr. Dameron’s with a patient right now, but he’s free after that, and between you and me, he’s the best there is.”

“I heard that,” a bearded man further back behind the desk said, taking a large bite of yogurt, his feet up on a short filing cabinet.

“Oh, hush, Dr. Wexley, you’re on dinner break, which means I don’t need to suck up to you,” Rose teased, while pulling out paperwork for Rey. “You can fill these out, and we can discuss your budget before we agree on a procedure or treatment, and -”

“I don’t care,” Rey said hurriedly, her pen already flying over the page. “I - I don’t care how much money it is, he’s my family.” Her ears burned with the omitted he’s the only family I have left. Artoo was old, she knew that, but she couldn’t conceive of the (probably near) future without him. Rose smiled kindly at her and squeezed her right hand, the one resting on the counter. Rey bit back a sob and finished filling out the last part, signing quickly to acknowledge she would pay for today’s visit.

“Do you need help getting Artoo out of the car?” Rose said, lifting her eyebrows while reading the patient info. Rey shook her head.

“I got him, I just didn’t want to move him too early.”

Rose checked something on her computer and hummed. “Well, Dr. Dameron just sent through the paperwork for his last patient, which means he’ll be done in the next few minutes. Just bring Artoo in, and we’ll send you right back to the exam room when he comes out.”

Rey went back out to her car and opened the back door; Artoo looked at her balefully, drooling everywhere, and her heart surged with unbridled affection for her big, dumb dog. “Come here, darling,” she said, sadly, praying that this Dr. Dameron could help. “It’s okay.” She coaxed him to the door, and lowered him carefully to the pavement. He staggered while she locked the door, so she picked him up again, wincing at the pull in her back, and hip-checked the button to open the doors automatically.

A young man wearing bright yellow scrubs smiled at her as she walked in. “Hot damn!” He laughed admiringly. “Never seen that before.” Rey smiled tightly over Artoo - she was small, she knew that, and Artoo weighed about as much as she did, but she was strong, damnit, and her puppy was suffering. Why did everyone in this clinic have to be so damn cheerful.

“I’m Finn,” he said. “Dr. Dameron’s assistant. If you just follow me right back through here-” He led Rey to an exam room to the side of the welcome area, and he babbled away cheerfully to her and Artoo while he ran a preliminary check of her dog’s vitals. Finn stroked Artoo’s velvety ears and proclaimed, “Good boy!” before leaving, setting the chart in a tray outside the door before closing it.

“You’re okay,” Rey whispered, tears filling her eyes while she pet Artoo anxiously. “You’re okay, darling, it’s going to be okay.” The rottweiler mumbled sadly, limpid eyes staring up at her, and Rey choked back another sob, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She rested her head behind his front leg, the way she had her first night with Uncle Ben, when she was fifteen and still reeling from the knowledge that a long-lost relative had pulled her from that hellhole she was living in; Artoo had trotted through her door, having heard her sobs, jumped up on her bed, and snuggled her until she’d fallen asleep, her face buried against his side.

“My sweet boy,” she whispered, fingers weaving through his fur. She hated that he was in pain. Hated it. Dr. Dameron better know what he was doing-

And the door opened; Rey sat up quickly and wiped her eyes, sniffling, and a very masculine voice said, “This must be my – oh, crap.” Rey looked up, startled for having recognized the voice.

It was Poe. From the park, Poe. Poe whose dog had pushed Artoo over. Rey stared at him in shock, and he looked down at the chart. “I uh - didn’t see the name, I was, uh, I came right from my last, uh…” He trailed off and stared at her, bright red.

“I want a different doctor,” Rey snapped. Artoo whimpered in front of her, and she flinched, stroking a hand down his side.

“I’m the only available doctor,” Poe - Dr. Dameron - pointed out. He sounded like he was trying very hard to be calm.

“You’re the rudest available doctor,” Rey muttered. He didn’t have anything to say to that, but he moved further into the room, still reading the chart.

“Finn said that his heart rate was elevated, and that there was a sign of pain in the back left leg?” His voice was brisk, professional, and Rey gritted her teeth and accepted that this was her life now.

“Oh, so you’re going to admit that he’s hurt now?” Rey snarled. She didn’t want to move out of the way, but Poe began to examine Artoo, and her concern for her dog won out over her hatred of this man.

Dr. Dameron didn’t say anything, but his neck was red. Sure enough, when his hand skimmed over Artoo’s back leg, the dog jerked and whined loudly. Rey scratched his ruff and hummed at him, tears filling her eyes again. Ugh. She could not cry in front of this awful man. No.

“I think it’s sprained,” he announced. “But I’m going to order an x-ray just to be sure it isn’t worsr.” Rey nodded, still petting Artoo, and refused to look at the vet. “…It’ll be free, of course.”

“No it won’t,” Rey said coldly. “I’m going to pay for it. I don’t need charity, especially not yours.” He had no way of knowing, of course, that Rey had specifically relied on charity to survive to the age of fifteen, but she wasn’t about to tell him.

“It’s not charity.” Dr. Dameron sighed, and Rey looked up at him begrudgingly. He looked sheepish, and he rubbed the back of his neck while staring at the floor. “It’s an apology. For being rude to you at the park. We were getting along really well, and then I was embarrassed, and a little worried, and I reacted badly. I - I could have and should have driven you guys right here, and he wouldn’t have had to suffer all day. But you picked him up, and it was so frickin’ impressive, and I was literally speechless, and you were so mad, and…” He trailed off, cheeks pink again.

Poe Dameron was a rambler. Good to know.

“Alright,” Rey said, narrowing her eyes at him. “As long as you admit I was right.”

“You were!” Poe said hastily. “You were very right, and I was dumb, and probably kind of mean, it’s just…” he squirmed and sighed. “Beebee was my dog I adopted with my ex-girlfriend, and she uh - cheated on - no that’s not important - uhm, we broke up? Badly? And I just got Beebee back, I had to go to court for him, and I got really defensive because I’m still worried he’ll be taken away from me somehow, and he’s -”

“-Family,” Rey finished, nodding. She smiled at Poe, a small one, but genuine. “Trust me, I know exactly how you feel. I’ve been distraught all afternoon, worried for this guy. He’s the only family I have.”

Poe reached over the exam table and squeezed her shoulder. “I’m going to take good care of you,” he murmured, voice low. Rey squirmed and looked at him in shock, and Poe turned an even brighter shade of red and squeezed his eyes shut. “I mean him. I’m going to take good care of him. Jesus. Uhm. If you’re like, not going to sue me now, we can take him back for x-rays.”

“Alright.” Rey grinned at Dr. Dameron while he called for a tech to help them move Artoo. Poe returned the smile shyly, still pink around the neck and ears, and he was still blushing when Finn showed up to transport her dog.

This was going to be fun.

#damerey #jedipilot #poe dameron x rey #bb8 is a dog #r2d2 is a dog #sw #fic #oneshot #prompt #ask #fluff

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ezrasarm · 4 years ago

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Hi! I’m back to scream at you some more! 🙂

Bwoop boop bwoooop?

The beep with a question mark at the end made me giggle. I can’t explain it 😂

You laid in discomfort for what felt like an hour (it was in fact, 8 minutes)

Well if that ain’t me 😂

In horror, you start to wiggle a little in embarrassment which causes the person to laugh.

Everything about this mental image is hilarious to me. I love it!

Poe was Beebee’s dad.

Damn straight he is.

“Hmm, I don’t know, I kinda like this angle of you”

Why that smooth little- you’ve got his characterization pegged as far as I’m concerned this is perfect!

“you’re good at your job, quick, and I think that you’re pretty easy on the eyes”

They did say he could flirt with them once they was out 🤷‍♀️

“Uh, yeah, well, I think that you should deal with this person over dinner maybe?” Poe asks, raising his brows teasingly.

Well, I mean, who can say no to that, right?

Poe smiles, takes your hand, and raises it to kiss it. It makes your hand tingle.

What a move! What a man!

He squeezes your hand and walks back down the hallway, leaving you, staring at your hand.

I love how flustered she is! 🥰💕

This was so cute! I loved it! I will admit I’m just starting to get into reading Poe fic but this has to be one of my favourites so far! The humour was perfect for it! Well done! 🥰💕

Stuck

hello! this is the first fic that im posting and im super nervous about it!! i would love to hear your thoughts on it! i kinda projected a bit with the engineering but oh well!

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It was completely beyond you how you ended up in this situation. This was perhaps the weirdest thing that had ever happened to you while working in the Resistance.

What was happening?

Or maybe you did.

That brings us back to your derriere hanging out of the wall. With your arms pinned above your head in the wall, there was little you could do to wiggle your way out.

“Hey, anyone wanna maybe make me unstuck? Please?” you call out a little dejectedly. No response. Actually, no sounds at all in the hallway.

“Hey! Hey! Beebee! Come here! It’s me!” You cry out to the droid as Beebee makes his way down the hall.

Beebee slows down to stop in front (well behind, you suppose); he makes a series of concerned beeps and asks why you’re in the wall.

“Well Beebee, it’s not like I wanted to be stuck in the wall, it just happened.”

Beep beep bwoop.

“No I didn’t do this on purpose; why would I do that?”

Bwoop boop bwoooop?

“Got a work order for the wall and so I was just doing my job. Didn’t turn out so good.”

Boop beep beep.

“Don’t be sorry, just please go get someone to help me out Beebee.” you say a little exasperatedly.

Beebee makes small sounds of confirmation and whirls away as you sigh. Whoever Beebee got to rescue you would probably never let you live this down and that just sent your mind spiraling.

“Shut it Poe, this isn’t funny!” you say frustrated.

“Oh darling, anytime someone gets stuck in such a weird place, it’s gonna be funny,” Poe chuckles. “How did you even get in there?”

“Listen, it just happened and I would really like to get out please.”

“Hmm, I don’t know, I kinda like this angle of you”

“Nope. Nuh-uh. You can flirt with me once I’m out of here but until then, STOP!” you shout and kick your legs a little.

Poe laughs again and kneels down next to you while putting one of his hands on your back.

After more wiggling, adjustment, and guidance from Poe, you’re able to break free of your awful prison that definitely didn’t deserve your talents to fix.

With a stretch of your arms you exclaim, “I’m free! Thanks so much!” You turn to face Poe.

“No problem. So, again, how did you end up in there?” Poe asks. “I thought you were an engineer, you know, for the fleet; not a maintenance worker?”

You sigh heavily at his question and look him in the eyes. “Yeah, I did too, but I keep getting work orders for these menial things. It’s not like I can ignore them, then my boss would get mad at me.”

He gives you a look and puts a hand on your forearm (oh yeah, you were definitely touch starved), “I can probably talk to someone about this, and get you back in the hangar.”

“You can do that?”

“Sure I can, anything to get my squadron’s favorite engineer back working on our fighters.”

Your face heats up again and you roll your eyes, “Yeah, well, I just don’t deal with people that well.”

“Uh, yeah, well, I think that you should deal with this person over dinner maybe?” Poe asks, raising his brows teasingly.

Your face raises in temperature, you know, again.

“Uh, s-sure,” you manage to get out, stumbling over your words. Poe smiles, takes your hand, and raises it to kiss it. It makes your hand tingle.

“Great, I’ll see you tonight for dinner? And I’ll get you back working in the hangar again, alright?” Poe says, smiling.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #star wars #fic rec

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