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snowrosestudio · 3 days ago
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All my star wars portraits in one post 💫
5 inch frame. Acrylic paint and embroidery floss on cotton.
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faretheeoscar · 12 hours ago
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Happy Life Day 🎄
Buy me a coffee! • Linktree • Commisions Open!
This trend I kept seeing on Twitter and on IG pushed me to do it with my guy Poe 🙈
Hope y’all have a wonderful time in the holidays! I promise to get back soon to read all the wonderful things you’ve tagged me in and messaged me!
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nkp1981 · 2 days ago
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Oscar Isaac
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aphrcdites · 1 year ago
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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object
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moonpascal · 6 months ago
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self insert x canon will always hold a special place in my heart
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rhaenyratargeryen · 2 months ago
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We go together.
DAISY RIDLEY as REY, JOHN BOYEGA as FINN, OSCAR ISAAC as POE DAMERON in STAR WARS: THE RISE OF SKYWALKER (2019)
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reyturnofbensolo · 1 day ago
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This is so G👀D❣️🥹
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Scene I ‘Threepio’
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dindjarism · 6 months ago
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STAR WARS: THE FORCE AWAKENS 2015 | dir. J.J. Abrams
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biggestsimponhere · 2 years ago
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Star wars men you will always be famous, i’m in love with them.
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dum-spiro-spero99 · 9 months ago
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THEY WOULD BE SO SO PROUD OF YOU
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thanks to @pineapplecrispy for the suggestion + italian bonus, Owen WIlson bonus and historically inaccurated emo boys bonus
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Other request (dm/comments)
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ivystoryweaver · 3 days ago
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Poe makes me melt too. Just look at him!
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It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year
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This has been in my drafts for a year, enjoy that
Poe Dameron Masterlist | Main Masterlist
Summary: You expected your best friend to be as optimistic about Life Day as he is about everything else. But he's different this year. (This is set after the events of The Last Jedi if you're interested in the timeline)
Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Content: Poe is a sad/tipsy/handsy puppy, angst, inebriation, drinking, kissing, misunderstandings, discussions of death, probably inaccurate Life Day nonsense, friends to lovers, pining, this boy's trauma deserves some attention ok
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Poe wasn't at breakfast.
He missed your morning run together.
Life Day spirit was in the air and General Organa had released as much personnel as could be managed, particularly those who celebrated.
Maybe Poe headed back to Yavin 4 without mentioning anything?
Your best friend usually told you everything, so if he left without saying goodbye...
"Have you seen Poe?" You asked a few dozen people throughout the day, even going so far as to find General Organa, pleading with her to tell you if he was off on a solo mission, or a secret one.
She assured you she had ordered no such mission.
So where was he?
Deciding to head back to your room to change for the festivities, you tried to shake off the anxiety prickling your skin. After a quick trip to the fresher, you put on your best outfit - which was basically the only thing you owned that wasn't Resistance-issued attire.
Upon checking Poe's room one final time, you reluctantly made your way to the mess hall, which, for the people remaining at the Resistance base, would serve as a dance floor.
Colorful strings of lights illuminated the dimly lit room, mismatchedbulbs from droids and ships and even various lanterns. Trinkets special to Resistance members were strung up here and there - good luck charms and souvenirs from missions - anything that would reflect and sparkle and shine.
As if holiday magic itself was guiding you, the sparkle of a familiar gold necklace glinted, catching your eye. All the sudden, there he was, sitting in a corner, surrounded by people, slurring his way through a story of battle glory.
Shit, he was already tipsy? Not good.
His dark brown eyes brightened as they landed on you.
"There you are," he laughed out, reaching out for you, suddenly ignoring the others vying for his attention. "I was just talking about you, come here."
Despite the fact that he was nestled in a corner booth, he insisted you shimmy your way to sit down beside him.
"Poe, it's okay, there's no room. I can just - "
"Nooo, 'sokay," he waved his hand dismissively before reaching up to pull on your sleeve. "Sit with me, right here. Been waiting for you."
Poe was so damn stubborn when he'd been drinking...which is how you ended up smooshed up against his side, halfway on his lap.
"You smell so good," he murmured, burying his nose behind your ear as his arm slid around your waist.
Nudging him with your shoulder, you couldn't help but smile. "How much have you had to drink? It's early."
The corner of his mouth curled knowingly as he touched his forehead to yours. "Started early. You weren't here to stop me."
Your face heated up at how flirty he seemed this evening. "What are you talking about? I've been looking for you everywhere."
"Not everywhere or you would have found me here," he shrugged, pushing his half empty drink toward you. "Gotta catch up."
"Uh, no thank you," you giggled, trying to find a comfortable sitting position that didn't land you all the way in Poe's lap. On second thought, maybe if you finished Poe's drink, you could keep an eye on what else he chose to imbibe for the rest of the evening.
"Actually, give me that." You downed it in a couple gulps, to Poe's great amusement and a whoop from your table mates.
"Okay, okay, you have to play the game too," a fellow pilot informed you, nodding to a cheap looking bottle of something or other in the middle of the table. "Truth or dare?"
You glared over at Poe. "Truth or dare? How old are we?"
"Four-hundred thirty-seven," an alien pilot opposite you teased. "Haven't played Truth or Dare since I was around two-hundred."
"Exactly," you decided to let a couple of centuries make your point.
"Come onnn, play with us," Poe breathed on your ear, goosing your ribs, which sent your backside jerking against his thigh as you shrieked in surprise. You nearly lost your balance, but Poe wrapped his arms around your torso to steady you.
"Truth or dare?" You were asked again.
With a groan, you decided on truth.
"You've hooked up with Commander Dameron," she declared. Everyone at the table leaned in, ready for your answer. You should have known.
"No, I haven't. That's the truth."
"Commander?" She challenged, fact-checking your statement with Poe.
"Don't ask me, it's not my turn," he mysteriously shrugged, which elicited some 'oooh's' and made you groan.
The game continued until it was Poe's turn. He choose truth and was posed the same question as you. His answer confirmed yours - no hookups between you. That fact didn’t stop his thumb from languidly tracing circles on your stomach as he held onto you.
On your next turn, you tried to avoid another probing question by choosing dare.
"Kiss Commander Dameron," the older alien pilot challenged. You felt a chuckle rumble in his chest.
"Fine," you shrugged, turning your head to peck him on the cheek. A chorus of 'boo's' went up, but you silenced them, letting them know they didn't specify where or how you had to kiss Poe.
So, naturally, when it was Poe's turn, he chose dare, and was dared to kiss you. On the mouth.
"Okay, time for bed," you decided, attempting to climb out of your crowded seat and off Poe's thigh, which you were certain had fallen asleep by now underneath your weight.
"Aw, don't go," Poe complained, keeping a loose hold on your wrist, but not holding you back, in case you really wanted to leave. "It won't be Life Day without you. Promise I won't kiss you."
Your eyes met his and you swore you saw a flicker of sadness dance across them. "Okay, I'll stay, but no more Truth or Dare." Hitching your thumb at your table mates you whispered, "They're ganging up on us."
"Then let's go dance," Poe proposed, releasing your wrist and clambering out of the booth and onto the dance floor. Just to make you laugh, he did a silly twirl and struck a pose before offering his hand. “Shall we?”
"Wow, you are so drunk," you cackled taking his hand and following him willingly.
You made it to the middle of the makeshift dance floor, and he pulled your hand to his chest, slipping his other arm around your waist as you began to sway to the music.
Smiling at him sweetly, you released his hand, pushing your fingers up over the exposed skin of his chest, revealed by one too many buttons unfastened. Not that you were complaining. Up your fingers traced, toying with the chain nestled there, over the smooth column of his neck. His throat bobbed under your touch.
Looping your arms around his neck, you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, swaying back and forth with a silly, dramatic flare, which earned a chuckle from Poe. His hands found your hips and squeezed, dragging you closer until your chest pressed against his and his forehead dropped to yours.
"What is going on with you?" You murmured, heart fluttering in your chest as you attempted to keep your wits about you.
"Nothing, just...really glad you're here. Missed you today," he whispered, alcohol tinged breath ghosting your lips.
"Could've fooled me. I couldn't find you anywhere, Poe. I thought you went back home for Life Day without even telling me."
"Without you? No," he shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs. "Not without you. Without telling you, I mean."
“But I couldn’t find you,” you insisted, resisting the urge to toy with the curls at the base of his neck. It felt good to be close to him - to have his attention. But he wasn't in his right mind and you couldn't take advantage of your friendship. "I thought maybe you were avoiding me. I was worried."
His gaze dropped, jaw clenching as your swaying eased to a stop. "I'm sorry."
In a group, drinking and telling stories, he could keep up a festive facade but you saw right through him.
"Hey," you softly redirected his gaze back to yours. "It's Life Day. You love Life Day. Right? The tree and the lights?"
"Yeah," he whispered, eyes flickering down to your lips. "I just...I'm not feeling so festive this year."
Stepping back, you ran your palms down his arms and took his hands. "Wanna get out of here? Let's get some air. We can look at the tree."
He nodded, following your lead out into the night, gripping your hand as if you might evaporate right before his eyes if he let go.
You walked quietly for several moments, cheeks burning as a few passersby noticed you holding hands with the Commander, prompting you to finally release your hold. Without the tether, Poe’s walking slowed, turning into a listless stumble, which was how you realized he might not be in any shape to take a stroll through the woods.
Perhaps he was better off tucked into a booth, surrounded by people. The fact that you misread the situation and his needs brought a wave of trepidation and regret. You stopped walking and turned to him, pressing your palms against his chest.
It took his mind a second to catch up, so you guided him around the side of the closest building - closed for the holiday. Steadying him up against the wall, with hands on his chest once more, you apologized. “I should take you back to your room.”
Gripping your elbows, he stared at you so intently it made your knees go weak. As your body swayed into his, he wrapped his arms around you, gathering you close. Mistaking it for a hug, albeit an intimate one, you turned your head to lay it on his chest, but his mouth met yours, capturing your lips in kiss.
All the air rushed out of you as he tasted you, spreading his hand over the curve of your back and pressing and pulling you into him harder. The heat of his tongue and the solid warmth of his body consumed you utterly and you found yourself kissing him back with fervor.
The sound of voices and a clattering bottle nearby jolted you out of...whatever this was, sending you stumbling back, dazed. You felt as drunk as Poe apparently was, but from him alone rather than the half drink you’d downed.
Poe, mistaking your withdrawal as rejection, reached for your arms, murmuring, "No, no, I'm sorry, don't go."
Noticing his obvious distress, you allowed his touch, gripping his biceps through his leather jacket. "It's okay. I'm here," you breathlessly gasped, mind reeling and heart pounding. "Let me take you back."
"I don't want you to go," he whimpered, grip on your forearms tightening. "Don't be mad. I don't want...I can't - "
"Hey," you soothed, touching his cheek to direct his bleary gaze to yours. "I won't leave you. Not ever."
This seemed to appease him and he followed your lead back to his room. Your instincts seemed to somehow be way off with him tonight, and you regretted tearing him away from the fun he seemed to be enjoying before you interrupted.
Maybe it was you. Perhaps that's why he'd avoided you all day. Hot tears burned your eyes as you guided him to lie down on his bed. As he pleaded with you not to go, again, you hushed him, swearing you wouldn't.
You worked his boots off his feet before helping him sit up to remove his jacket. Climbing into bed, you wrapped your arms around him, guiding him to lie down on your lap. His distress calmed almost instantly as he murmured, "thank you" a few times, burying his nose in your tummy.
"Love you so much," he whispered so faintly, you convinced yourself he must have said something else.
Raking your fingers through his slightly damp curls, you shushed him a few times, realizing you'd never seen him like this. Tipsy? Yes. Drunk? Maybe once or twice. Handsy? Always. But broken? Not like this.
He fell asleep in minutes and only then, did you let tears escape your eyes. Before long, you felt your eyes grow heavy, so you worked your way down onto the bed, hoping not to wake Poe.
Somehow, exhaustion mingled with the pounding in your heart - from worry, from sharing Poe's bed, from the flavor of alcohol on your lips from his kiss. And from the words he uttered - things he probably wouldn't even remember.
Sleep finally came, granting you both reprieve.
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The next morning, you awoke while there was barely light in the sky. Since Poe was still asleep, you decided to freshen up a bit and get him some toast and something hot to drink. You crept out of his room and back again as quietly as you could manage.
Upon your return, you were surprised to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows digging into his knees and head in his hands. Dark curls tumbled over his fingers, obscuring his handsome face from you. His shoulders slumped defeatedly.
"Hey there," you softly greeted, presenting the tray of bland food and hot tea to him like an offering. "How are you feeling?"
"Like an asshole," he lamented, voice muffled by his hands.
"Well, I'm used to that," you attempted lightly. "But you had a lot to drink last night. What was that about?"
Raking his fingers down his face, he managed to face you then, eyes bloodshot and lips parched. It was kind of endearing to see him not looking completely perfect for once.
"First of all, tell me how pissed you are. I can take it." He visibly withdrew, waiting for your verdict on how he behaved last night.
"I'm not pissed," you assured him, "just really worried. Why don't you eat something and then we can talk?"
After Poe choked down some toast, you decided to swing by your room and change while he visited the fresher. You promised to return, and when you did, he was waiting for you with open arms.
Folding you close, he breathed on your ear how sorry he was, over and over, while you pressed your nose to the clean scent of his damp neck, exposed by the clean, thin shirt he wore.
Easing back, you reached to toy with the wet curls flipping out behind his ear. "What are you sorry for?"
"Where do I begin?" He scoffed, his gaze dropping. "I ruined your Life Day. I ignored you all day. Kissed you."
"So...you're sorry for kissing me," you clarified, your stomach dropping.
"Yes. No." He shook his head, confused. "I didn't want to be alone." He winced, regretting the words as they left his mouth.
Your jaw clenched as you struggled to maintain your composure. "So you're sorry for kissing me? Or you're sorry that you kissed me while you were drunk, just so you wouldn't be alone?"
Pacing away, one hand landed on his hip while the other tore through his hair. "That's not what I meant. I...I was trying to forget everything and just drink and have fun, but not with you."
Shit. Wrong wording. Again.
"So, that's why you avoided me all day." It wasn't a question. The realization of it stole your breath from your lungs and you sank down on the bed as tears burned your eyes.
"No, baby. No." Poe was quick to kneel down before you, reaching desperately for your hands. "This is...shit, this is coming out all wrong." Seeing tears pool in your beautiful, shining eyes seared his insides with guilt and shame - his companions ever since the events leading up to the Battle of Crait.
"Tell me what's going on," you whispered. "What did I do?"
"Nothing," he insisted, bringing your fingers to his lips and kissing them urgently.
"Too many people have died," he finally confessed, his head bowed and his voice a broken whisper. "It was supposed to be Life Day, but there's only death. We lost over half the fleet."
"I know."
"So many families couldn't celebrate Life Day. Too many." His eyes met yours, wet with fresh tears. "And how many of them are dead because of me?"
"Poe, we all know what we're signing up for when we join. We're all ready to give our lives, you know that. You can't possibly take the blame for what the First Order has done to us."
"There's blame enough for me to share, believe me," he insisted. "And I just couldn't hang anything on the tree yesterday and celebrate life. Not with over half of us gone."
Eyeing him sympathetically, you squeezed his hands. "Life Day isn't only about being alive. Death is a part of life. Life Day is also about remembering the dead. And part of living is grieving the dead, and sometimes feeling a little guilty that you're still here."
“But I don’t, though,” he admitted. “I’m glad I’m here, and more than that, I’m glad you’re here. You, most of all. You're the one person I don't wanna...that I can't..."
"Come here," you coaxed. Poe joined you on the bed but never let go of your hands. "You're my one person too, you know. The person I look for after every mission. The one person I need to be okay.
"It scared me so much yesterday when I couldn't find you," you went on.
"I'm so sorry," he repeated, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. "Please don't hate me for yesterday. It's been a long time since I had that much to drink. I know it's no excuse for what I did."
"So you don't remember, then...what you said?" You should have known Poe would only kiss you and utter heartfelt confessions when he was wasted.
Releasing your hand, he titled your chin up to meet his gaze. "I know what I said. I do love you. Always have." A nervous, breathless laugh escaped his perfect lips. "But I understand, you know, if you don't - "
You silenced him, pressing your mouth to his for a tender kiss. "Believe me. I do."
The sadness lingering behind his eyes started to seep away, replaced by a flicker of hope. "Is there any way we could re-do yesterday?" He proposed, tracing the shape of your jaw. "I only have one meeting today."
"That sounds perfect," you agreed, leaning into his touch.
Hand in hand, you visited the Life Day tree, said the prayers, remembered those lost. Then you had something to drink with friends - just one though, before dancing and laughing all evening.
When he kissed you this time, he meant to do it, and everyone saw it. And when you walked back to his room, he asked you to stay. And you did. Every night.
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1000 Follower/Holiday Celebration Masterlist
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spectordameron · 2 months ago
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#if you live long enough, you can see the same exasperation in different people
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eyelessfaces · 11 months ago
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hell yeah
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aphrcdites · 2 years ago
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“not all men”
you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.
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xenop0p · 3 days ago
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I love him sm
Mission possible ?
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Poe dameron x reader
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You landed back on the ground in your ship, having just completed a successful mission, but only by directly disobeying Commander Poe's orders. His ship soon lands beside yours, and he hops out, more than a little furious. You try to walk away, but he grabs your shoulder.
"What the hell was that? Who the hell do you think you are disobeying orders?!" he demands, his voice sharp with anger.
You continue to walk, knowing that if you stop, you'll just explode, and everyone knows Poe is going to lose his temper too. He follows you, walking at a quick pace to catch up.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he insists.
"I'm gonna calm down!" you snap back, your frustration mounting.
He grabs your shoulder and spins you around to face him. "Oh, no you aren't. We need to talk about this. You can't just go off on your own like that. You're gonna get yourself killed."
"I did the right thing! We won!!" you retort, defiance in your voice.
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "That's not the point, and you know it. You can't just charge headlong into battle without thinking. You didn't even tell me what you were doing. What if you hadn't made it back? What were you trying to prove?"
You sigh deeply, heading towards your quarters. Poe follows you. What no one knew was that the commander and you were together and deeply in love, but that didn’t stop fights like these. He trailed behind you, his eyes never leaving your back as he tried to keep his emotions in check. He knew you were both too stubborn for your own good, but that didn't mean he wasn't worried about your safety.
"Can I have some privacy in my own quarters or not?" you demand, stopping at your door.
He raises an eyebrow at your request but obliges anyway. "Yeah, sure, fine. Just... take some time to think about what I said. You need to be more careful." He pauses for a moment, his expression softening slightly. "I don't want anything happening to you up there. You're one of my best pilots. Hell, you're my favorite pilot."
Your heart softens, seeing how much you scared him. You sit on your bed, feeling the weight of the mission and the argument. "I'm sorry," you say quietly.
He smiles slightly at your apology. "I know you are. Just... please, promise me you won't pull something like that again. You gave me a damn heart attack out there, you know that?"
"But you wanted to go back, and I knew we could win!" you argue, your voice pleading for him to understand.
He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know you wanted to go back, and I know we could have won. But you can't just run off like that without telling me what you're doing. I need to know what my pilots are up to, especially my favorite ones."
You sigh, the tension in the room palpable. "Sometimes I miss the reckless Poe Dameron."
He chuckles softly, a hint of his usual charm returning. "You miss the old me, huh? Well, I'm still the same old Poe, just with a little more experience and a little less hair."
"Don't say that, your hair is perfect," you reply, reaching out to touch it. It's one of Poe's best assets. "Or maybe you're right, I see a hole," you add, smirking.
He laughs, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He reaches up to run a hand through his hair, enjoying the feeling of your fingers in it. "Are you making fun of my hairline? I'll have you know, I've always had this charming widow's peak."
"That I love," you confess.
He smiles, his eyes softening as he looks at you. He leans in closer, his voice low. "And what other parts of me do you love?" he teases, his hands moving to your waist.
"Your heart," you respond sincerely.
He grins, his heart skipping a beat at your response. He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "And what else? There have to be other parts of me you love besides my heart," he says, his tone lighthearted but with a hint of huskiness.
You roll your eyes playfully. "Maybe your butt."
He laughs. "Ah, so it's my butt you like, huh? Good to know. I'll keep that in mind next time I need to distract you from being angry at me."
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