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[emma23]

One jail sentence at a time:

Poe dameron x reader

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The Resistance base was alive with its usual hum of activity—pilots running drills, mechanics working on X-wings, and droids zipping by with messages and supplies. In the middle of it all was Poe Dameron, leaning casually against his beloved Black One, his dark curls tousled by the breeze as he talked with Finn.

From across the hangar, Y/N watched them, arms crossed, debating whether or not to approach. Her track record with Poe was... complicated. Every conversation between them seemed to veer into a snark-off, with him coming out the charming victor each time. She, on the other hand, just managed to embarrass herself—repeatedly.

“Alright, Y/N,” she muttered under her breath, “it’s just Poe. He’s human. He can bleed... probably.”

She stepped forward, mustering her confidence. Finn noticed her first and flashed her a bright smile.

“Hey, Y/N!” he called, “we were just talking about you.”

“Oh, great,” she deadpanned, “nothing terrifying about that at all.”

Finn chuckled, but Poe’s smirk was unmistakable as he turned to face her. “Y/N, there you are. Finally ready to admit I’m the better pilot?”

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms tighter. “If by ‘better’ you mean ‘reckless,’ then sure.”

He grinned wider. “Reckless gets the job done.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. Damn it, he was impossible to hate.

“So, what’s new with you?” Poe asked, and for a moment, there was a flicker of genuine curiosity in his gaze. Y/N could sense this was one of those rare moments where they weren't just sparring.

“Not much,” she shrugged, leaning against the wall near him. “Got myself into a bit of trouble the other day. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Poe raised an eyebrow. “Trouble? Now I’m interested.”

Y/N sighed dramatically, “Well, I’ll tell you this much: jail is no fun.”

Poe blinked, his smirk replaced with an expression of surprise. “Wait, you’ve been in jail?”

She grinned at him mischievously. “Once... in a game.”

Poe laughed—actually laughed—and Y/N felt a small surge of victory. His laughter was contagious, and soon Finn was chuckling too.

“You had me for a second there,” Poe said, shaking his head. “Almost believed it.”

“Almost?” she teased. “You totally bought it.”

Finn, sensing the moment between them, cleared his throat. “I’ll just... go check on Rey.” He waved, walking off, leaving Y/N and Poe standing in the emptying hangar.

The silence between them stretched out, but it wasn’t awkward. For once, Y/N didn’t feel like she had to constantly prove herself around him.

“So, what’s it really like?” Poe asked, leaning a little closer, his brown eyes sparkling with amusement. “This... ‘jail’ you speak of.”

“Terrifying,” she said, playing along. “The guards are relentless, the food’s terrible, and don’t even get me started on the droids.”

Poe’s lips twitched. “Sounds like a real nightmare.”

“Oh, it was,” she replied, biting her lip to keep from laughing. “But don’t worry, I’m a survivor.”

His gaze shifted, landing on her lips for just a second too long. “Yeah, you are.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. Damn it, why did he have to be so smooth? She looked away, trying to focus on literally anything else.

Poe took a step closer, his voice lowering. “You know, you’re kind of a mystery, Y/N.”

She raised an eyebrow, forcing herself to meet his gaze again. “A mystery? How so?”

“Well, one minute you’re giving me grief,” he said, his tone playful but with an edge, “and the next... you’re in ‘jail.’ You’ve got layers.”

Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m not that complicated.”

He grinned. “No? I don’t know... I’m still figuring you out.”

She felt the tension between them shift, something unspoken passing in the air. Before she could stop herself, she blurted out, “You’re not exactly easy to read either, Dameron.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What’s confusing about me?”

Y/N swallowed. This was it. The moment where she should make an excuse, laugh it off, and leave before she said something dumb. But instead, she found herself stepping closer, her heart racing.

“Everything,” she said softly. “You’re... complicated too.”

For a split second, Poe’s charming bravado dropped. He looked at her, really looked at her, and something softened in his expression. “Maybe,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or maybe you just haven’t been paying close enough attention.”

Y/N blinked, her breath catching. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Poe’s lips were on hers, gentle at first but quickly deepening as she responded.

Her mind spun. She was kissing Poe Dameron. Poe Dameron. And, holy stars, he was good at this.

They broke apart for a moment, both slightly breathless.

“So...” she whispered, trying to sound casual, “was that part of the jail interrogation process?”

Poe chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Nah, that was just for fun.”

She smirked, tilting her head. “I’ve had worse punishments.”

He grinned. “And I can think of worse places to be stuck with you.”

They both laughed, the tension melting into something more comfortable. But before either of them could say more, Poe added with a teasing smirk, “Besides... you do smell like vanilla. And I love vanilla.”

Y/N burst out laughing, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. She kissed him again, softer this time, her laughter mingling with his.

“And you,” she whispered against his lips, “are ridiculous.”

He grinned, pulling her close. “Yeah, but you like it.”

[elorday]

— ✦ valerie's march fic recs

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[freelancearsonist]

✨ 20 questions for writers ✨

thank you for the tag @amanitacowboy

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

i have yet to move anything over there 😩

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

n/a 😂

3. What fandoms do you write for?

pedro pascal boys, stranger things (eddie and steve my beloveds), oscar isaac, marvel... good grief the list just goes on

4. Top five fics by kudos

according to tumblr top:

#5: we need to talk about steven (moon knight system)

#4: even in the quietest moments (poe dameron)

#3: completely yours tonight (leto atreides)

#2: wingman (moon knight system)

#1: make a move on me (joel miller)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try to respond to everything!! your comments feed me :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

definitely the only heaven i'll be sent to it's like the only un-happy ending i've ever written 😭

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i'm a sucker for happy endings so all of them 🥲

8. Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully no! you are all so lovely 🥰

9. Do you write smut?

the question should be do i write anything BESIDES smut 💀

10. Craziest crossover?

probably the supernatural cyoa au thing i wrote for dieter (heart of the cards)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no thankfully! let's keep it that way please :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of??

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but i really want to!! (this is an invitation)

14. All time favorite ship?

this is tough jsdfsdjlsj can i say din x grogu platonic???? i just love a good reluctant father and his carefree son 🥹

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

probably the 1970's organized crime fighting FBI agent javi p au 🥲 the idea is very ambitious and it's probably going to end up novel-length if i ever actually get the energy to finish it

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think my dialogue is my strongest point??? i love to yap 😌

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

probably atmosphere 😅 i just feel like i'm not very good at settings or environment sjdflksdfj

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i wrote a whole fic with only spanish dialogue so fjskfjsdf yes?

19. First fandom you wrote in?

uhhhh captain america fic on quotes don't look @ me

20. Favorite fic you've written?

this is a cross! between all that we see or seem and in shades of gray and candlelight i just had so much fun writing twisty turny stories and i'm very proud of the finished products :)

np tagging @schnarfer @futuraa-free @sp00kymulderr @chronically-ghosted @kedsandtubesocks (sorry if you've already done this ignore me ilyyyyyy)

[dameronalone]

when the sun came up you were looking at me

poe dameron x reader

summary: you find poe on the falcon after crait and take a moment together

~1.3k

a/n: posted this awhile ago on ao3 but realized I never posted it on tumblr lol so that's what I'm doing now

You find Poe in the galley, reorganizing Solo's dusty dishes with shaking hands and a blank look on his face. You approach slowly, scuffing your feet not to startle him, but he jumps anyway when you touch the back of his hand lightly, stilling them. Without a word, you take both his hands in yours, and he turns to face you automatically as you sweep your thumbs across his knuckles. When he sways on his feet, you're not sure if it was intentional or not.

Regardless, Poe goes along easy when you gently tug him backward and into the hallway. 

Everyone else is spread out within the Falcon, the meager remnants of the Resistance exhausted and spread thin and finally resting after the nonstop week they'd all had. Even Leia was asleep in the copilot's chair, where Chewie kept an eye on her. Rey and Finn had fallen asleep, shoulders, heads leaned together as they sat on the floor next to Rose. Kaydel asleep with her head in D'Acy's lap. C'ai had somehow fallen asleep standing up. 

Everyone is resting except Poe.

You come to a stop in the middle of the hallway, nobody else around. When you step forward into Poe's space, his arms open around you and he pulls you to his chest. Even though he's technically holding you, Poe still sags, head bowing until it could rest on your shoulder, his curly hair tickling your ear.

For awhile you say nothing, just sway slightly and smooth your palm up and down his back. Only when his shoulders begin to shake and the fabric of your shirt begins to grow damp do you say his name. 

"Poe," you murmur.

He doesn't respond verbally, just squeezes his arms around your waist tighter. Press his face hard into your shoulder.

" Poe ," you say, insistent, reaching up to cup the back of his head.

When he draws back, his face is creased in grief and regret, and he clutches your shoulders as he shakes his head, dropping his gaze. It has been hard. It has been hard for everyone but especially for Poe , pushed to the sidelines and trapped there, unable to do anything to help . He could only watch - only react - couldn't be proactive like he tended to be.

Poe shakes his head again and says, "They're all gone. "

His voice is broken - hoarse and croaking. It breaks something in your chest.

"First half the fleet- with the Dreadnought. And then everyo-"

He cuts himself off, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes closed against the building sob in his throat. There's nothing to say - you'd lost friends too. 

You'd been lucky. Your ship had been damaged during Starkiller - you'd been grounded when the fleet flew out to follow Poe to attack the Dreadnought. You'd heard some of the officers on the Raddus talk, heard them blame Poe for the major hits the fleet had taken during the attack run, but it hadn't been Poe giving orders. The other pilots followed him because they wanted a fight. They'd been on comms - they'd heard Leia tell Poe to fall back.

They hadn't.

But you know Poe had heard the gossip; knew he took it to heart because he already had a bleeding heart and took every blame on his own shoulders.

"Poe- baby, it's not your fault," you tell him, cupping his face. He doesn't believe you though; you see it in his face when he shakes his head, pressing his face into your palm. "Poe-"

"Everything- everything else," he says. "Holdo- Finn's plan, the mutiny - I never shoulda-"

Poe stops again, shaking his head. You know that's not the problem though. At least, you hope it's not. Poe had done the right thing. He had. You refuse to believe otherwise and you didn't care who thought he was wrong.

"What is it, Poe?" you ask softly, thumbing away the damp tear tracks on his cheeks. Poe's hands, normally so gentle, dig into your waist. He opens his eyes and looks at you.

"I used to think - I used to think Leia was already right - could never be wrong," he corrects himself. Carefully, he lifts his hands and holds your face. His eyes dart across your expression, searching for something. "What if she - I think she thinks I'm- like Holdo ."

You feel your face crease in a frown. Poe is nothing like Holdo, never will be.

"Why-?"

Poe shakes his head.

"I dunno. I think she - believes what I - what I put on. Commander Dameron ," he says, and he spits the last two words out like they are sour. "She said somethin' to me and I just-"

He shakes his head again, and then plows on before you can say anything, like he's been thinking about this but hadn't had the courage to say it.

"Y'know she - she thinks Kylo can- can come back. That he can be saved." Poe's face creases and tears build thick in his eyes. "After- after everything . She still wants him back."

This is news to you. News that makes anger rise sudden and sharp and hot in your chest and you clutch his face - fading bruises still visible, brand new scar aching on his cheek. You open your mouth but you don't say anything for awhile.

"She - what?"

Leia had seen Poe when he'd finally made it back to D'Qar - she'd held his tender head in his hands and kissed his forehead. You'd dragged Poe to medical, held his hand when he looked to you, eyes full of new fear at the sight of the medical droid, and the needles. You'd lived with the aftermath - Poe avoiding sleep to avoid the nightmares to avoid the memory of Kylo fucking Ren rooting through his mind.  

The fact that Leia wants to save Kylo makes you angry; Poe's face is full of hurt and something like betrayal. After everything - after how much Poe considered Leia a mother figure, and Leia saw him as a son - in the face of it, she still chose Kylo.

You cradle Poe's face in shaking hands and wipe his tears away, then tug him back into your arms. He goes without resistance, holding you tightly to his chest like he is afraid you'll disappear. You'll never leave him. You'll fight anyone who tries to take you away.

Slowly, you sink to the floor, because Poe is honestly swaying on his feet from exhaustion, tug him down to sit next to you as you lean against the wall. He lets you, curls around you and tucks his face next to yours. When he sighs, it is one of exhaustion, and probably the first full, deep breath he's taken in days.

Briefly, you tilt your head, kissing him softly - a reassurance that you're here, that you have his back. Poe clutches at you, leans back in when you begin to pull away, and you let him, let him kiss you again and again until his tears begin to ease. He pulls away, pressing a final kiss to the corner of your mouth, then tucks his head in the curve of your neck. 

"Thank you," he whispers.

You squeeze your arms around him.

"There's nothing to thank me for," you whisper back. "Of course. I love you."

Poe is already mostly asleep, but you hear the answering whisper - love you - and it warms your heart. You hate how he beats himself and takes the blame for everything. You wish he could see himself how you see him - wonderfully kind, patient with his friends, relentlessly snarky with people he dislikes, ruthless and clever and wise. A leader. A lover. Your best friend.

You know it's hard for him. But you aren't going anywhere, and you'll keep reminding him until he believes you.

[galacticwildfire]

it's so damn funny watching the force awakens after reading the poe dameron comics and hearing han's "it's the resistance" when poe comes in clutch when you think about han's only actual experience with them being accidentally trying to pull the exact same heist as poe and going "fuck, leia sent them, better not take that and let them have it, sorry sweetheart, love you in a dramatic flashback way but i'm gonna duck out before they know i was here" and the fact that about the same time the resistance were almost getting their five pilots killed trying to steal fuel to keep their x-wings off the ground and then they're setting them up in the movie as the ultimate mythical badasses when they were broke and understaffed as hell. i love them but it's true.

and i also wanna know poe's thoughts on han because threepio literally trauma dumped in the comics to poe about han leaving them to go back to smuggling without any provocation. the moment they were in a slightly sketchy place he just went oh I miss han my old friend and lamented about their estrangement like a child of divorce to poe the moment he was away from leia. and that's after poe was wondering in before the awakening about leia's grief and the unspecified rumours as to why. i know poe has silent beef.

and were those rumours just about han or ben too? did they ever answer in the movie's novels if poe ever knew or figured out that kylo ren was leia's kid, or what the hell that situation was because you can't tell me no one looked at leia who had a son everyone would have known about that's nowhere to be seen and then at the new vader and didn't connect the dots. it frustrates me the sequels never went into that, especially when he started flaunting his face because you can't tell me no one looked at this extra 6ft tall mf and went yep that's gotta come from anakin skywalker somehow and leia figuring out how to explain that

[winniethewife]

Jewels made of stardust 

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 3: It was your heart on the line

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

Words: 1060

Warnings: Violence and yelling

~After the funeral for Han Solo~

“Red, come on talk to me! You have to talk to me at some point!”  Poe pleaded with her desperately as he follows here through the base they hadn’t talked since that night outside the cantina.

“I don’t have to do anything Dameron!” She growls in desperation as she turns on him giving up on running away. “If I don’t want to talk to you I won’t!”

“What the hell Red, I’m just trying to help.”

“I don’t need your help! I don’t need anyone’s help!” She shouts at him her hands in the air in desperation.

“I don’t believe that, Rhoswen. Your father died…you don’t have to be alone.” Poe tried to stay calm.

“I don’t need reminding, we just left a funeral.” She gestures wildly at the location they were leaving from.

“You’re right! We just left your father’s funeral you shouldn’t be alone right now!” Poe was getting frustrated.

“Stop pretending you know what’s best for me!” She screeches as she turns to leave again. He grabs her wrist stopping her from leaving.

“Stop pretending you can do this alone!” he shouts. She turns and glares at him trying to pull her arm out of his grasp.

“Leave me alone!” She roars as her fire filled emerald eyes pierce his equally angry dark brown ones.

“No! I’m not going to leave you!” He holds her tighter. She lets out an animalistic cry as she pulls him to ground with her as she falls to her knees in grief and anger. He tried to get closer wrapping his arm around her but she pushes him away violently, he hits his head on the stone floor, hard. He sat up again seeing stars.

“Damn it Red! Why won’t you let me be there for you?” he growls at her as he rubs the back of his head.

“Look, Dameron I’m not looking for you to sleep with me out of pity like you do everything else that breathes okay?” She says with venom and malice. This pissed him off. She should know she means more than that to him. Ever so much more than that, it really hurt him for her to think that little of him. He replies without thinking

“It’s not like he was even you’re real Dad.” He regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. The look on her face was enough, her mouth open ever so slightly in shock, her eyes full of tears and pain, her eyebrows shot up her face in disbelief. She stood unable to look him in the eye and turned to run. He tried to stand but he was too dizzy from hitting his head. He called out her name after her, but it was too late. She was gone.

~Current day~

Rhoswen is running some routine checks on her T-70 X-wing trying her best to go unnoticed by anyone, just really needing an hour or so to herself after a morning full of briefings and repetitive supposedly inspirational speeches. Mostly She just really wanted to throttle Vice-admiral Holdo, The two have never gotten along and for good reason. She was just taking a second to picture her hands around the Vice-admiral’s neck when she heard a familiar series of beeps. She turns to see the Orange and white Astromech,

“Oh! Hey BB. What brings you to see me huh?” She smiles wiping the grease from her hands onto her pants before getting  down on the droids level giving him an affectionate pat. The small droid let off a series of beeps and boops

“I know, I miss hanging out with you too, but hey I’m always around, just because your dad and I aren’t on great terms doesn’t mean you can’t come see me.” Great now she feels like she talking to a child from a broken family. She sits down on the ground with the droid and talks with him for a while. At some point she looks up and looks across the hangar to see Poe leaning on a wall and watching them. The ghost of a smile on his face.

Poe was just happy to see her happy even if it was for just a minute. She deserved every bit of happiness. Every bit he couldn’t give her. She wasn’t wrong that day, back when they fought. Poe slept around a lot, he was a flirt and a tease. A “partner of the week” kind of guy, but when he met her, he didn’t want anyone else. She was his conquest, she was the one person he felt like he could really settle down with, someone he could give his mother’s ring to. But he messed that up, he said something terrible that he didn’t mean. Now he was even more fast and loose with relationships, as if to just prove her right. He hated himself for it, all of it.

“Did he send you to distract me so he could stare or is this just a coincidence?” She asks as she looks at BB-8 and gives the little droid a knowing look, who responds with a sound that sounded remarkably close to “Uh-oh.” And he rolls away after realizing he’s been caught. She shakes her head and smirks before standing up wiping the dust from her pants as she goes back to work, preparing for the possibility that Poe was about to approach and try to talk.

“Hey…Red.” Right on cue, he approaches, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder before she pulls away.

“Can I help you commander?” She says attempting to sound professional with a hint of malice in her voice.

“Come on, Rhoswen. I…I just wanted to know if you wanted to Join Me and the rest of the squad for drinks tonight.” He gives her his signature smirk which he only gets an eye roll in response to.

“Ugh…you know what, fine I’ll come but not for you. For the squad.” She agrees.

“Oh! Um great…I didn’t actually expect you to say yes.” He admits rubbing the back if his neck

“Thank BB for that, he softened me up.” She remarks as she shakes her head.

“Right, I will, see you tonight then…” He smiles as he walks away. He didn’t expect that to go so well, she can’t believe she agreed to that.

~

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[ladyxskywalker]

NOV 2022

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✨ Din Djarin

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Feel It by @ezrasbirdie (din x cobb) **

Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (f!reader)

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Crystal Clear by @hellotherekenobi (gn!reader) (cw: battle, injuries, anxiety)

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✨ Poe Dameron

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Marc Winking At You In Public by @archieimagines

✨ Steven Grant

Asking Steven Out to Dinner by @archieimagines

Complaining to Steven About Work by @archieimagines

Dream A Little Dream of Me by @redahlia-writes (f!reader) (fake dating, christmas time)

I’m Right Next Door by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

I’m Yours by @in-between-the-cafes (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Love you, endlessly by @artemiseamoon (ofc) (read in full on ao3)

✨ Frankie Morales

Seen by @clydesducktape (werewolf au) (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Characters

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms

TRIPLE FRONTIER

✨ Benny Miller

A Fall Getaway by @artemiseamoon (f!reader) (read in full on ao3)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ The Amazing Spider Man

Keeping Secrets by @luveline (cw: blood, injuries)

✨ Black Pather: Wakanda Forever

(** may contain spoilers **)

Namor the Sub-Mariner

My Queen, My Sun and My Sea by @mooncleaver (f!talokan!reader) (cw: death, colonizers)

✨️ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x the originals) **

✨ Werewolf by Night

Jack Russell

Night Crawling (series) by @moonlight-prose (f!reader)

[ao3feed--reylo]

a crown of blossoms, a throne of bones

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NjrYdBQ

by Brooksbutler

The stories were wrong, you know. The ones written by men.

It was Proserpina who kidnapped the Ruler of the Underworld and trapped him in her garden. She was determined to teach the God of Death about life.

Instead, they both learned about love.

But this is an ancient story, and when the gods are challenged, there are always consequences.

Updated weekly.

Words: 4596, Chapters: 2/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rose Tico, Armitage Hux, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Phasma (Star Wars), Minor Characters

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Rose Tico, background Finn/Poe, Background Rey/Ben Solo

Additional Tags: Hades/Persephone retelling, Except it's Pluto/Proserpina, And it's Proserpina who kidnaps Pluto, Ancient Rome, Mythology References, My highest gratitude and humblest apologies to Edith Hamilton, Her book from my 7th grade Latin class was my gateway drug to fantasy romance, Background Character Death, Angst and Feels, Grief/Mourning, Period Typical Attitudes, Endearments in Latin, that's what I said, If I had to learn the Latin terms so do you, the God of the Dead turns into a house husband, Is it Cerberus or Millicent - who knows, The Ruler of the Underworld is a virgin, he had reasons, Happy Ending, SW characters as Roman gods, POV Alternating, Pluto is slightly conflated with Mors (death), All the gods go by their Roman names cause they're in Rome, Sorry to any Greek god purists, Proserpina is a mortal, for now

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NjrYdBQ

[nowritingonthewall]

I had this insane dream that could be turned in the most heartbreaking Poe scenario.

Basically we were getting back from a mission together but we were running out of fuel, so we had to do an emergency landing on the nearest planet, and it was Yavin 4.

His father hosted us in their homestead for the night, and taking a shower I accidentally ended up picking the very same shampoo Shara used to use, and as soon as Poe noticed it and recognized the scent WAS PURE UNBRIDLED ANGST.

Bonus : sleeping next to each other on his childhood bed because he wanted to cuddle and smell his mother's perfume for the first time since he was 8.

I'm done, drowning in my own tears of feels. Thanks brain.

OMG Nonnie, I’m- 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(First of all, I love the fact that Kes is still alive because as long as I don’t see hard evidence that would prove us wrong, I refuse to believe anything else.)

The emotional rollercoaster that Poe would have to go through! Just imagine how this might be the very first time that he returns to his home planet since leaving it when he was only sixteen years old. And not only does he find that his dad has kept all of his mother’s belongings while hanging onto all those little things that remind him of Shara, like her favourite type of shampoo… but Kes hasn’t changed a thing in the house since Poe went off to go on his adventure with the spice runners, either. His room is exactly as he left it, the tube with Poe’s favourite styling gel is still lying on the rim of the bathtub (Kes used to tease him that it’s basically made of plastic, so it won’t go off), and every morning his dad brings home a fresh bowl of Koyo fruit (Poe’s favourite food in the whole galaxy), always hoping that one day his boy would find his way home again.

And on top of all of those confusing emotions that begin to bubble to the surface the moment that Poe sets foot on Yavin IV again? You just happen to use the shampoo that his mom used to love so much.

He is fighting so hard to keep his sobs under control. But the moment that you both lie in his old bed, the sheets smelling of the same soap that his mother used to clean them with, your hair smelling just like her, as you hold him safe in your wonderfully warm embrace while he buries his face in your shoulder… it’s like a hundred dams burst at the same time. All of his pain and grief that he has tried to push down even harder with every loss that he has had to suffer… first his mom and then L’ulo and Paige and Tallie and Leia and Snap and way too many loved ones that gave their life fighting for the good in this galaxy… all of that pain seems to rise back to the surface of his soul as he cries like you have never seen him cry before.

Instead of spiralling into a pit of despair, though, he finally, for the first time, really allows himself to grief. Instead of being Commander Dameron, who offers so much comfort to everyone else without ever keeping anything for himself, he is just Poe. Your Poe. Lying in your arms with his never ending trust for you, as you hold him close to your heart, kissing his tears away, hugging him as tight as humanly possible, whispering how much you love him. And even though his grieving process has only just begun, for the first time since he was eight years old, he dares to believe that maybe, someday, all the beautiful memories that he treasures of his mom will be able to outweigh all of that pain in his heart.

[soft-girl-musings]

7 with Poe, Miguel O’Hara, and Marc Spector

heyyy sorry this took for fucking ever

7: go to a wedding with, go to a party with, go to a museum with

ohhh man. um.

wedding with Poe Dameron bc while i don't know much about this guy, he seems like he'd be a fun date!! great at balancing the conversation at our table with strangers and finding moments to slip away and recharge by the bar. plus he's a good dancer, right? <3

party with Miguel O'Hara bc the dude needs to get out more lol. plus i'd love to count how many times people ask how tall he is, if he plays basketball, etc. not to mention the Scary Dog Privilege of being with this dude, he can turn it on when necessary.

museum with Marc Spector bc yeah, steven is a huge nerd, but marc has been boots-on-the-ground recovering artifacts. i wonder how he feels about the ethics of museum acquisitions + what bits of history he's picked up along the way. plus the dude could use a quiet afternoon good grief

send me 3 characters + a number

[millllenniawrites]

*pokes Tumblr cautiously bc it keeps freezing and not telling me if my asks sent or not* pls share ur demi poe thoughts I'd love to hear them 🥺

THE WAY I HAD FOUR DIFFERENT ASKS FOR THIS AND I LITERALLY JUST DID. NOT. CHECK. MY INBOX

okay. more demi poe thoughts comin right up

Poe Dameron is a man that was taught to love between wars. His example of love was his parents, in the instability and fear and euphoria and hope after the first war, and then his father in his grief after losing Shara. this man doesn't know a way to love other than intensely and with his entire being

which some people interpret as sexual in nature

this man just as a big heart okay???

I also think that if you told him how people see him, he would think it was all bullshit. i think i've talked about this before but he would NEVER consider that he was seen as the most eligible bachelor in the entire Resistance. like he is fully the kind of guy that would chalk that up to his title, rather than who he is as a person. i love the idea of him thinking anyone trying to get close to him is just using him to get close to Leia (because that man is nothing if not protective of that woman). he isn't without an ego. he knows he's good as his job. he knows he's a talented pilot. he has NO IDEA that he's got 24/7 bedroom eyes and that he's made at least two techs faint just because of the way he looked at them when he thanked them for their good work

[imxthexhandler]

[ooc]

Person: Hey, how are you?

Me:

Welp, I had something typed out, but I had to take care of a work task for my job, came back to the tab, and...Tumblr ate it...

I am so sorry for the unexpected hiatus. I’m trying. I’m trying my best here to function, to be a human. Still dealing with the shock/denial and anger stages of GRIEF. Trying to get better with eating, making sure I take my meds... Trying to get writing done.

Got a graphic I promised for @leschanceux; and first up for replies is gonna be @scinglives and @spinxeret.

Special thanks to @bennyboylewis; @koiwrites; @wetheresilientfew; @avengingspiderman; @agentjjkelly; @shieldagentnatasharomanoff​ and @sah1x1s​ for keeping tabs on me. Y’all rock. Thank you to everyone who has reached out. I am sorry I have not been better with replying to messages. Again, it is something I’m going to be working on.

So...that’s a wrap.

Oh! And these wonderful Poe Dameron and Marc Spector text posts are from my-secret-shame. These are not my creation. I just didn’t want to clog up their posts with my messy sobbing. There is a link to their blog so you can check out the really cool edits they make!

[poedameronthighs]

'' you're doing good. '' + poe or dealer's choice

A/N: poe dameron x gn!reader. emotional hurt/comfort. grief. snuggles. aftermath of a shutdown.

You don't really know what set it off. All you know is that halfway through lunch at the mess hall, you'd gotten to your feet and rushed back to your room, feeling a little bit like you were either going to puke or cry if people kept looking at you and trying to talk to you.

It was not a people day. As much as you loved (mostly) everyone in the Resistance, you wished they'd understand that more.

You'd lost your little BB unit, BB-D3, during a skirmish over a watery planet a year ago today. You'd been using a Resistance issued droid during fights since then, haven't had the heart to get a new personal droid since then.

Besides. BB-8 would probably be offended if you did.

But still. You'd loved your droid. Dee had meant the world to you and you had cried, hard, when the mechanic said there was nothing to be done.

You are in that kind of mood, melancholy, upset, tired, when Poe finds you curled up in the bunk you share with him.

"Sweetheart," Poe murmurs, shrugging off his jacket and quickly crossing the distance between you. "I was on patrol all morning, I came as soon as I could."

He sits on the edge of the bed and lightly touches your back, waits for your nod of approval before he presses a little more firmly and sweeps his hand up and down your spine. You curl around him a little - there was something about his presence, his touch that made him bearable in the face of all else becoming unbearable.

"I just miss her," you mutter into your pillow, miserable. Poe swipes his fingertip across your cheek, wiping away the tears there.

"I know, hon," Poe says. "C'mere."

You sit up and let him draw you close, leaning your head on his shoulders, and let the smell and warmth of him calm you.

"I know everyone thinks you should be over it," Poe begins softly, rocking side to side slightly, "but that's not how it works. I know you loved BB-D3. It's gonna take time. You're doing good. I haven't said it in awhile but I am so proud of you and all you do."

As he speaks, your tears begin anew, crying softly as his words and love wash over you.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," you whisper. Poe cranes his neck and kisses your forehead.

"If I have any say, you'll never have to find out."

[pearwaldorf]

I don't know how it can be done but I want desperately to see Obi-Wan Kenobi interact with Poe Dameron. 😶

Poe is surprised at how well the old Lars homestead has held up. Certainly Rey's repair skills have taken care of a lot of the damage ("I can just order the parts I need! I don't have to look at what I have and cobble together something that might break down in two months at the worst time. It's incredible!"), but there is still a great deal of the original building still standing.

Rey has had time only to clean out one room, so going into what must be a bedroom is like stepping 40 years into the past. There's an artistically drawn recruitment poster for the Imperial Navy, and a print (not a holo, an honest to goodness print) of a man with an impressive mustache, his arm slung around a shorter blond youth.

Poe, like every Republic kid, knows this face. As somebody from Yavin 4, it's imprinted on his mind, like the introduction video from the visitor center at the old temple. Luke Skywalker looks even younger than he did in the old news vids, something Poe didn't know was possible.

He spots something on a desk, pulling it out for a closer look. It's a model of a T-61 skyhopper, worn with age but also well loved.

"I gave that to him, you know." A voice behind him makes Poe jump. It belongs to a Force ghost, clad in Jedi robes. He's handsome, his years of living showing in the lines around his eyes, the sadness that lingers at the corners of his mouth.

"What was he like? Before—" Poe waves his hand vaguely.

"We didn't talk much. His uncle thought it would be safer if he didn't know the whole truth." There's a tightening of his mouth at that. "But I kept an eye on him from a distance, when it was safe to do so."

"You did what you could. And I'm sure his uncle thought it was for the best." Poe's learned sometimes there is no correct decision, only your gut and a prayer for good odds.

The man cracks a smile. "That is remarkably astute for someone I was told has the Force sense of a potato."

The surge of grief is high and sudden, painful and tender in the way wounds are when they're less healed than you'd like.

"Yeah, that sounds like her," he manages.

"We met when she was a child, did you know that?"

Poe shakes his head. "Was she as much of a hellion as I think she was?"

The man outright grins, and it transforms his entire face. "And more."

"I've got some people who are gonna want to hear about this. Care to stick around until they return?"

"I've spent so long on this fucking ball of sand. What's a little more time?"

[daddykylokenobi]

Kylo Ren x Y/N Chapter 1

(This fanfic will eventually contain sexual themes but it will all be stated in the warnings before so)

Au plot-

In this crudely put together plot the movie ending is the same except Kylo and Rey were not interested in eachother and Rey doesn’t die, but Kylo still is drawn back to the Light side of the Force like the movie plays out and Palpatine and his whole plan is destroyed and everything is saved just like the movie ending.

This takes place not long (weeks maybe) after the movie ending, the plot is that y/n is a force sensitive resistance member who Kylo notices through passing and begins to pursue out of curiosity and interest in helping to teach y/n the ways of the Force.

Warnings- Cussing, grief of lost parents/parental issues in general, age gap, (probable plot holes/ misstated facts about the series since my memory can be rough). Self-resenting Kylo struggling to fight the pull of the dark side.

The air was warm and sticky on Ajan Kloss, the jungle-like terrain had become comfortable and familiar to you after weeks of being stationed here. The battle with Palpatine ended weeks ago but still there was so much work to be done, so much of the galaxy still needed help with the Republic still lurching around causing chaos. A good portion of the resistance had returned home for a needed vacation but still many volunteered to stay with the new general Poe Dameron to keep pressing forward on the Republic, you decided to stay as well, something inside of you was keeping you here on Ajan Kloss, something you were unsure of..

You sat underneath a large tree in one of the few clearings in the huge encompassing forest, the sun was just beginning to set and you were trying to savor the moment of peace, of silence. But quickly it was disturbed.

“Hey y/n!” A voice from within the tree line yelled.

You squinted the sun out of your eyes and made out a figure, the bright orange suit had helped make out who it was, your friend Dahla. Slowly you stirred out of your comfortable resting position and jogged over to her.

“What’s going on?”

“Hey so the general is setting up a resource delivery to Takodana to help rebuild the city since everything happened, I volunteered so I just wanted to say goodbye before I left.” Dahla explained her situation with a warm smile as always.

“Oh alright, well make sure to stay safe while you’re there, I’ll miss you.” You returned the smile and reached forward to hug her.

You both embraced quickly then waved goodbye as she trotted back towards the camp you could see poking through the forest, bright yellow and orange lights accompanied by loud talking and clanking of tools were heard clearly even from this distance.

You always hated seeing Dahla go, so many had been lost the past few months with everything happening, you sighed a breath of relief knowing that things were finally going to be getting better, at least you hoped. But not wanting to waste another minute of your short break before you had a shift change you decided to take a quick walk outside the bases perimeter to shake the nerves you felt welling inside you, the anxious feeling you got whenever you had to tell someone you loved goodbye.

It was almost dark now as you had gotten halfway through your stroll, the grounding smell of the fauna surrounding you helped to calm your mind but still that ache of worry in your chest had yet to cease. You felt the sensation building, growing into strong pangs of fear, thoughts of every possible scenario flashed through your mind making you physically wince with discomfort, you stopped and put your hand against a tree for support, clutching your chest and taking deep breaths trying to steady your emotions. At the same time your head started spinning and your mind became cloudy and chaotic.

“You shouldn’t dwell on those thoughts, they will only make things worse.” A deep mournful sounding voice said from your left.

You jumped slightly, startled from the unexpected company. You looked to your left and again felt another pang of fear in your chest, but not from worrying about your friend but from pure and utter shock. There stood the man who you never thought you would share words with, Kylo Ren himself. You were beyond surprised to see him, the only people at base you ever saw him talk to was Rey and her friends, the general Poe and Finn, and even then he mostly lingered in their group while standing quietly. He had come back with them after Palpatines defeat, not everyone was thrilled about having a former Sith Lord sleeping the same place they do but he stayed to himself most of the time and helped with what he could. You had shared uncomfortable eye contact with hm a few times which you believed to be merely accidental but still had never spoken.

“Were you.. listening to my thoughts?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted but they were quite loud..” He sounded sincerely apologetic.

“Oh umm, well I’m sorry as well I didn’t mean to disturb you.” You watched him closely, that conditioned belief in the back of your head telling you to remain on guard.

“It’s alright.” He waved in front of him. “I actually came looking for you.”

The sun had almost completely set and it was getting darker by the minute, you would be lying if you said that having Kylo Ren looking for you in the forest wasn’t terrifying but you tried to push away any thoughts of ill-intent on his side.

“For me..? Why?” You asked attempting to regain your composure from the previous slight breakdown of emotions.

He looked different up close like this, even though shadows were being cast all around you two this was the first time you got an up close look of him. He was taller than you first thought and well built, his eyes were dark and tired looking but there was an anger behind them that was so intense you swear you could feel it. Still, he had this kind of boyish light to him that you could tell was hidden underneath layers and layers of walls he had built around himself.

“Yes you..” he dragged off to pace a few steps to the right then to the left, you couldn’t help but feel like you suddenly were on trial. “I know of your power, it’s obvious to someone like me, others wouldn’t notice but I.. I can feel it, and I know you can as well.”

Again you felt the pang in your chest, you thought that you had buried those feelings, pushed them far away so as to never be thought about again, but you knew that would never happen. Lately, especially since Kylo and Rey both had been back the call of the Force had been especially strong, you first felt it when you were young, thinking it was normal you ignored the notions, but as you grew and matured, and learned about the Force and it’s capabilities it became obvious what was happening to you. You had never shared with anyone this discovery about yourself and you swore to keep it secret to keep the ones around you safe, you had heard about the Sith kidnapping Force sensitive people no matter the cost to the others around them and you couldn’t afford to let something like that happen, or worse You could also be the problem to others around you lest you lose control.

The only person to know about this was Dahla, your parents, and also Leia who sensed it in you, she respected your decision to not indulge in becoming a Jedi but she also warned you to keep a close eye on these feelings and thoughts in case they became.. darker… Your parents were indifferent, frustrated that you wouldn’t make the decision they thought you should but nonetheless tolerant of this fact.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about..?” You raised an eyebrow and tried to perform your best confusion act.

Kylo wasn’t buying it in the slightest.

“Oh please, don’t try to lie, you know I can see through you.” His voice was strangely snarky while also assertive.

He knew your inner thoughts, he could find out anything he wanted to about you, and he often had in the night while everyone was asleep. Slinking through the encampment to where you slept to study your mind, he saw the drawl that the Force had on you and how badly you tried to fight it out of fear, but he knew that this fear inside of you would only cause the opposite effect if not trained properly and already it was taking a toll on your mental strength.

“I….” You paused to stare down at your feet, trying to think of a way out of this situation but you knew that this was it, there was no way out, he already knew all about your struggle with the Force. Finally you caved. “Well, if you already know everything then what did you find me to say?”

“I want to help.” He stated plainly taking a step towards you.

The beams of light from the camp were shooting through the trees illuminating the area around you two. You caught a brief moment of his eyes which was nothing like the awkward moments before, this time you could see the sincerity and legitimate concern in them. For the first time ever you saw him as a man, not an emotionless robot to the Republic like you had always thought.

“Why would you want to help me? You don’t know the first thing about me.” The sound of defense was strong in your voice. “And why would I want help from someone who has caused the people around me so much pain either? I think I’m doing fine by myself but thanks for the offer..” You scoffed before starting to turn away back towards the camp, a tinge of guilt punched you in the stomach from your words.

“You don’t understand!” He started to yell before holding back, he grabbed the sides of his head and leaned forward into a kind of pained posture.

The sudden shift of tone stopped you in your tracks, again the fear set in, and the realization that if he wanted he could do anything to you in a split second.

“Okay… I’ll hear you out..” You put your hands out and lowered them in a kind of surrendering gesture.

So many thoughts ran through your head of what he had to say, how could he truly want to help me? Could he even if he actually wants to..?

“Like I said.. You really Do Not understand what you’re doing, the thoughts and emotions you’re going through, the turmoil it is wreaking on your mind, you’re corrupting yourself and you don’t even see it! I have felt the exact same pull that you’re feeling, the anger and fear building up, it’s festering and if you don’t learn to control it IT will end up controlling you just like it did to me!” He switched between raising his voice and pausing to lower it, you could see the inward battle he was fighting.

You stood quietly, shocked by his outburst of honesty, you had no idea the danger you were putting yourself and others in by trying to keep all of this inside, there is so much about the Force you don’t understand and you never thought that trying to ignore it could be so much worse than the latter.

“What are you talking about? What do you even mean?” You threw your hands in the air feeling the anxiety in you rising.

“That!” He pointed directly at you. “You have no control over your emotions, your feelings. You need someone to train and teach you about all of this before you get yourself in a situation that is much harder to leave.”

You felt like someone had just slapped you in the face, you hadn’t had someone tell you such truth before and you were not handling it well, you wanted to hurry to defend yourself, blame him for causing the chaos that drove you here in the first place, the same fear of losing the people you loved was the same fear that was putting them in danger of Yourself.

You thought for a few moments, the silence between you both was calm, you knew he was watching and trying to figure out your answer.

“I know it’s difficult, believe me I have been there but I promise you things will only get worse if you don’t learn to control these emotions you’re fighting.” The worry in his voice told you all you needed to know, he wasn’t lying, he wasn’t trying to manipulate you or trick you into some Sith-intended scheme, he truly didn’t want to see someone else fall down the same path he did, and unbeknownst to you You were headed there.

“Okay.” You shook your head in disbelief to your own words, “then teach me.”

—

Alright this is the first chapter of a KyloRenxReader fanfic I’m starting! The plot is definitely not well planned and this is really a self indulgence-write for me so please bare with me in this guilty pleasure fanfic. I love Kylo Ren and I think it would be super interesting to see how things would’ve turned out if he and Rey were not bonded like they were and how it would look to see him fighting his own battle of trying to follow the Light while also teaching a Force sensitive y/n how to do the same as well, there will be lots of deep emotions and much self resentment and grief from Kylo because he is a sad boy who 100% needs a hug and some tlc, hope you enjoy!