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meet some little droids I’ve been working on
3G-1 is a tiny egg shaped droid, known as “eggi” by their friends and everyone they know is their friend <3
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MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU
a new dawn
—CHAPTER 5: deserve
pairing: Poe Dameron x reader (modern au)
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a/n: [18+] this was meant to be the happy calm before the storm and instead it’s the angst before the sadness but I offered happiness and this is what you guys said you wanted so, I hope you enjoy!
He had the music playing so loud, he didn’t hear you come in.
He had needed it up that loud, it was the only way he could work without his thoughts getting in the way. And with a knife in his hand, the last thing he wanted was his thoughts to get in the way.
This meal was supposed to be perfect.
It was the perfect cut of fish, the last one left when he was at the market earlier, and the guy swore it would be perfect. And the fresh cut vegetables he got there too were already in the oven were already smelling so good, they needed to roast just a little longer then they would be perfect. And this sauce?
He stuck his pinky into the pot and licked the red sauce as it covered his skin. The sauce was already perfect.
It would all be perfect and then he would apologize to you and then you wouldn’t leave him…
He hated lying to you and this was going to be his opportunity to fix that. He was going to make you dinner and he was going to fix it.
The meal just needed to be perfect—
“It all smells so good.” You reached your arms around him and he practically jumped out of his skin. “Sorry baby…” you laughed out once he finally relaxed under his touch.
He breathed out heavy but finally met your laughter with his own as he turned in your grip to come face to face with you. “It’s okay… I just didn’t hear you come in.”
“Yeah, cause your music is so damn loud.” You chuckled, pulling away slightly to reach over and press the volume down a few clicks. “What is all of this?”
“It’s dinner.” He forced his smile, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.
“I can see that…” You laughed again but it was beginning to fizzle out on your lips. “What’s the occasion?”
“It’s dinner time?” He quirked his head back.
“Yeah but—” You were cut off by a small attack on your ankles, forcing you to lean away and bend down to pet the ball of fluff you called a dog. “Hey buddy.”
“Yeah but what, babe?” Poe asked, reaching his hand down to brush it back through your hair, still with a bump in it where it had been tied back.
“Yeah but this dog has the cutest face.” You smiled back up at him, giving BB one last rub behind the ears before shooing him away.
He laughed but he couldn’t help but feel like you were going to say something else. He didn’t know what but it gave him an all too familiar drop in his stomach and he was far from a fan of it. He massaged his fingers into your hair some and effortlessly pulled you back up to standing height.
“But what, babe?”
Your smile fell to something much more somber. “What is this Poe?”
“It’s dinner.” He answered quickly, keeping his hand massaging tight in your hair. “I’m not allowed to make dinner for you?”
“I didn’t say that Poe—”
He turned around, his back to you just like when you walked in, continuing to stir the sauce then backing you away so that he could bend down to check the fish and vegetables in the oven.
“Poe—”
“It’s just dinner.” Why the hell was he getting mad, of course it wasn’t just dinner.
It was an apology, it wasn’t dinner. He was the asshole who was lying to you and now he was getting mad at you for no reason and this was exactly the kind of shit you left him for before.
What the hell was he doing?
“Poe…” You said with much more caution this time, reaching out to rub your hands over his back as he began furiously stirring the sauce. “Baby, stop.”
“I just wanted to make dinner—”
“Poe. Stop—”
“What? I can’t make fucking dinner now—”
“Stop.” Your tone left no room for misinterpretation, eventually making him slow his stirring to a halt. You hated raising your voice and you hadn’t even done it, but it had been close.“I didn’t say that and you know that.”
“You implied it…”
“When was the last time you cooked like this Poe? It’s a fair question…”
“I like to cook for you.” That wasn’t a lie. He used to do it all the time. But you were right, when was the last time he had?
Was it your last anniversary? How the hell do you even count anniversaries once you break up? Was it your birthday? Whatever it was, it was before the two of you broke up that was for sure. And that was months ago…
“Okay.” You said simply, continuing to rub your hands over his back but eventually he pulled away and stormed off to the bedroom. “Fuck, Poe?”
No response.
You shook your head and turned the stove off, then leaned down to check the oven and turned it off as well. Where did he keep the potholders? Digging through drawers until you eventually found some, you pulled the fish and vegetables out. It all really did look and smell delicious. You hadn’t even taken your shoes off.
“Poe?” You called again, but again, no response. Not even the pitter-patter of little feet, “Fuck…” you cursed under your breath and walked back to the door to kick your shoes off and finally strip off your jacket.
You weren’t even hungry anymore.
Taking a few minutes to catch your breath, eventually you retreated back to the bedroom and found him sat with his legs over the side of the bed, his head in his hands.
“Poe, I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry.” You walked in slowly, coming to kneel next to him on the bed. “There’s nothing wrong with you making dinner, I shouldn’t have—”
“I snapped at you, stop apologizing to me—”
“You’re the one who made dinner—” It was his scoff which interrupted you this time. “Poe I’m sorry—”
He shook his head, finally pulling away from his hands enough to turn back to you. He opened his mouth to speak but he couldn’t get anything out. Not a word.
Your hand trailed along his back now and looking at you only made it hurt worse. You were apologizing to him and he set up this whole dinner just to work up the courage to tell you that he hadn’t been to a meeting yet. He came home every Tuesday and every Thursday telling you that was where he was; it was two weeks of lying to your face and you were apologizing for seeing through him.
It wasn’t just dinner, of course you could see that.
But he snapped and now you were apologizing to him. It wasn’t right.
He needed to get better and dragging you through all of this shit again was exactly what he promised he wouldn’t do and here he was.
He needed to tell you and he just couldn’t get there. “Babe, I—”
“It’s okay, Poe…”
The words weren’t coming, no matter how hard he tried. He needed to do something else.
So, he kissed you. And it practically saved his life to have you kiss back.
You scooted closer on you knees next to him until you could wrap your hands around his head and properly straddle him.
He wondered if you could feel that every kiss he pressed to you was an apology, the apology he knew he needed to give you, but he just couldn’t wrap his words around. He trailed the kisses down your chin and neck, once you were out of your scrubs, he kissed down your chest, and every other inch of skin his could press his lips to.
“Poe, baby…” You cooed, dragging him by the curls until his mouth was back at equal level with yours, until his eyes had no choice but to meet yours. “I’m sorry…”
He shook his head but you weren’t stopping.
“I didn’t mean to—”
He tried again to stop you but you had other ideas.
Climbing off of him, you lowered yourself to the ground between his legs. “Babe—” His voice caught in his throat the second he felt your hands running up his thighs.
He had no chance at words once he felt your fingers reaching for his zipper. He lifted his hips to help you strip his pants the rest of the way down, but any last semblance of his composure dripped away as you began pressing kisses along his thighs.
There was a length of scar from his knee to his mid-thigh and though he could feel nothing but the pressure and a slight tingle of sensation, he lost it as he watched your lips dip towards it. Burying his hand in your hair wasn’t enough, he needed more, he needed you closer—
Palming him over his briefs, he melted under your touch, as if he had any further left to melt.
“Babe—”
“Let me make it up to you, Poe.” You whispered against his scar, moving further and further up.
He didn’t know how to say that he was the one who needed to make it up to you. He didn’t know how to take control and flip you onto the bed in any way that wouldn’t scream out everything he feared to bring to light.
He loved you. He was afraid the second he opened his mouth, that he was going to lose you.
He made dinner, that should have counted for something. Now the food was cooling out on the counter and you were apologizing to him by lowering your lips were he needed you most. He moaned out your name as his grip tightened in your hair, panting out every breath in between.
What was he doing? Why couldn’t he just tell you?
He wasn’t going to the meetings, he wasn’t getting better, if anything, he felt like he was walking the line of getting himself in even deeper if that was even possible.
“Babe…” He had no problem saying that, he had no problem lifting his hips to meet your lips, bouncing his hand with your head as you moved up and down.
You deserved so much better and he was no where close to deserving you.
He came with an echoing moan. This was all wrong, this was supposed to be him apologizing to you.
How did he fuck this up so bad?
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pairing: Poe Dameron x doctor! reader
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It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside
The second he dipped his head over the edge of the trash receptacle, he knew it had to be the green meat that did him in.
He didn’t want it in the first place, but Snap insisted.
It’s a delicacy, he said, you have to try it, the local girls are staring.
Who was he to say no to that? He ate the green meat, much to the dismay of his stomach and the laughing locals who were mulling around in the market. At first, it was even good. The flavors were mind-blowing.
Unfortunately, it now felt like his stomach was on the verge of blowing.
And he had absolutely nothing to wash it down with now, sat in the cargo hold as they were being shuttled back to base with the rest of the squadron. He drank the last of his water the minute he began to feel sick, now that was also in the trash receptacle and all he had left were the expectant stares of all the soldiers waiting around, crammed too tightly in the small hull of the ship.
“Are you alright Commander?” One of the twi’lek fighters had the audacity to question as he wiped the persistent string of spit from his hung open mouth.
And Snap, kriffing Snap, he was laughing as if it was the funniest thing he had ever laid eyes on. Clearly the green meat was not disagreeing with him.
A smart, and incredibly witty, well-thought-out response made it’s way to his tongue, unfortunately, so did the next wave of sickness, so instead of putting the laughing squadron in their place, he returned his head to the receptacle and suffered the rest of the way to base.
Screw debrief, (Don’t tell Leia he said it), but he had to head to medical. The overwhelmingly crowded and understaffed medical bay which was the exact place he did not want to be.
Because you were there.
I am in absolute awe, like I can’t even find words. This is insanely beautiful and so much better than I could have ever imagined it! And I love it so much that I also kinda hate you for saying that this ends right before TFA, bc now I’m sad when my heart should be bursting with love (which it still is bc this is so incredible, I’m only kidding about the hate). I love this and I love you oh my god!!
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Commander
Poe Dameron x reader
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The heat coming from the broken radiator set every single temper across the base on edge. While the weather outside was a sustainable cold, every member of the resistance was stuck inside the base in an attempt to remain off the First Order’s radar.
And the radiator, meant to keep the base a tolerable temperature, was misbehaving to say the least.
Every room felt like a furnace, in the desert, on a hot summer day, on the sun.
This combination of unbearable heat, fear of an incoming attack, and the cabin fever coming from being trapped within the base, created a very hostile environment where every rebel was on edge and ready to fight.
So the last thing you, the head of engineering, needed was to hear that your top two mechanics had collapsed from heat stroke and you needed to go service the radiator yourself. Especially when you had the resistance’s top pilot breathing down your neck to fix his prized ship in case of an attack.
“We can survive the heat, we can’t survive without weaponry.” Poe Dameron argued angrily as he followed you quick on your heels.
“I don’t know what to tell you Captain-“
“Commander, you know I’m a commander.” He said, voice dripping in disbelief and anger.
“Commander.” You correct lazily as you snapped your tool belt on and kept walking. “I have strict orders to fix the radiator that is frying every person in this base alive.”
“It’s not even hot!” He shouts, grabbing your arm to try and stop your movement and get your attention fully on him but you weren’t having it.
You ripped your arm away and pushed both your hands against his sweat-soaked shirt covered chest. “Don’t touch me, you’re not nearly important enough.” You said, stepping up and staring him down, inches apart.
“Fix my ship.” He ordered, lifting his chin haughtily.
“In your dreams, Captain.” You spat his title back at him, making him roll his eyes.
You turn and keep walking towards the radiator room, quickly followed by the pilot who refuses to give up.
“We are going to be defenseless without working ships.” He argued as he fought to follow you through every door way and between every person as you weaved.
“Last time I heard, it was just your ship that wasn’t working.” You countered as you began walking down the stairs directly to the radiator, the temperature consistently increasing as you grew closer.
“My ship that leads our most elite squadron. My ship that holds me, who has the best chance of defending this base in case of an attack.” He defended as he wiped his forehead sweat off onto his sleeve.
“Sounds like you’re a little full of yourself.” You comment under your breath, but plenty loud enough for him to hear.
You reached out to grab the handle to the door, but the heat made the metal sizzling hot and you quickly pulled back, muttering curse words before grabbing the towel from your belt. Wrapping it around your hand, you reached again for the handle and quickly pulled it open.
But you didn’t expect Poe to follow you inside to keep complaining.
“We need all the help we can get.” He pleaded as you got to work fixing the radiator.
“Yeah.” You grunted, pulling your wrench around to pull off one bolt after another. “The first help being me, fixing this bloody radiator so we don’t die trapped in this hell hole.”
“This could take hours we don’t have.” He continued shouting, now to be louder than the hissing steam coming from the pipes.
You looked up in fear after hear the noise, which only worried him.
“What?” He questioned.
“That steam, is our water supply boiling away. Now do you understand the problem, captain.” You scoffed out as you moved to the control panel, pulling off the cover and moving wires around.
He remained silent, for which you were thankful for, allowing you some peace so that you could work. Splicing wires and replacing some melted coils allowed for you to reconnect the cooling system but you couldn’t turn that on until you fixed the leaks in the entire system.
“Can I help?” He finally asked as he watched you burn your fingertips to plug the leaks with sealant.
While surprised, your weren’t denying an assistant wouldn’t make this easier. “Hand me that wrench.” You ordered, pointing to a wrench you had discarded earlier.
He handed it to you, kneeling next to you, very clearly drenched in sweat.
You grabbed it and kept working, eventually fixing what you needed to before ordering him to hit the button by the door. The button released the internal coolant and instantly began cooling the devil like radiator.
The room began cooling within seconds and you couldn’t help but let out an exhausted sigh with a smile. Poe seemed to be just as relived but not exactly for the same reason.
“Does this mean you’re free to fix my ship?” He asked, offering his hand to help you up from the now cooling floor.
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Two days later, the first order attacked miles from your base and the squadrons were forced to scramble and fight but came out with a win.
Tensions had calmed since the heater problem had been taken care of and most stress was gone now that the first order Attack wasn’t as looming. This meant, the chief engineer and best pilot, along with everyone who worked for them, were able to relax in the nearby cantina.
“To (Y/N)! For saving our asses from burning when we couldn’t handle the heat.” Your mechanics toasted and you couldn’t help but smile. “Next round is on you.” They shouted and cheered as you made your way to the bar.
After ordering, you heard a voice from behind you that was unmistakable. “Hey, hot stuff.” Poe joked as he came up on your side.
“Evening Captain.” You smirked out, sipping down the rest of your drink.
“You know I’m a Commander, right? Like you were at my promotion ceremony. I remember you being there.” He spoke in disbelief after quickly ordering himself a drink.
“Sure you are big guy.” You responded, getting your new drink and patting him on the shoulder.
He grabbed your arm and kept you standing next to him. “Listen, I wanted to thank you for fixing up my ship, eventually.” He said painfully, not wanting to concede really.
“Eventually?” You scoffed out, he was just giving you more reasons to hate him. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You do know I saved the base from dying of heat stroke and running out of water, right?” You said angrily as you sat your drink down and turned fully towards him.
“You do know that I saved this base from a first order attack right? Saved all our lives from one of the most deadly organizations in the history of the galaxy. I saved us, while being shot at, you fixed a machine.” He spoke back with just as much sass filled fury.
“And here I was expecting an apology for what you did, but who am I kidding, your ego would never allow that.” You retorted, stepping up towards him.
“My ego? Oh that’s rich coming from you. Were you not the one to demand all repair requests go through you because you were the only pair of eyes the General trusted?” He scoffed.
“I’m chief engineer!” You said exasperatedly. “God, I can’t stand you!”
“So shut me up.” He ordered with a sly lick of his lips.
No quicker did he say it then you closed the very small gap between the two of you and smashed your lips onto his. He grabbed at your waist and pulled you into him as you grabbed at his thick curls, deepening the kiss.
It wasn’t until the crowd around them began to cheer and whoop did you break apart and realize where you were, in the middle of the crowded cantina.
“Are we gunna get those drinks or not, chief?” One of the engineers called out but your eyes remained locked on Poe’s.
“I hate you.” He whispers on your lips.
“Trust me, Captain, the feeling is more than mutual.”
“Commander.”
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this makes me so happy
Who’s that hiding under the sheets?
This is, like, the opposite of a horror movie.
Can you do a Poe x reader where the reader is a sarcastic mechanic. She and Poe constantly argue like they hate each other but in reality it’s like they’re flirting unknowingly. While arguing, Poe interrupts her by kissing her? If that makes sense
Notes: Totally does!! I gotchu. Also, from the moment I started writing this Han and Leia parallels (without all the toxic tendencies in their relationship) just grabbed at me and I almost couldn’t resist. hope you like it!!! It’s kind of long so you can find it under the cut for convenience sake.
Published: December 28th, 2017
Warnings: Some spoilers for The Last Jedi? Nothing too major. I’d say it kind of spoils the opening scene but it was put under a read more link regardless.
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The sweltering heat of the main ship’s gas system almost overcame you, causing heavy beads of sweat to drip from the skin of your face, neck, and back as you worked vigorously on your repairs. A little BB unit sat propped up on your workbench, with it’s center panel opened as you examined the mainframe. Moments earlier he had gone through major electrical damage, evident still in the singed appearance of the orange paint and the heat the droid still radiated hours later, and you were assessing the damage from within, hoping silently it wouldn’t be anything that couldn’t be repaired with what you had available.
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