The lengths you'll go to in order to spend an extra few minutes with this man.
Word Count: 1,308
Warnings: Fluff
Truth be told, the instant caf that the Resistance supplied to its members left much to be desired. Each sip flooded your tastebuds with bitterness- the first time you gave it a try, you actually choked. Even catching a whiff of the dark liquid in passing made your stomach turn; which was unfortunate because the rest of the Resistance seemed to live on the stuff. Everywhere you turned, someone was taking a (much-deserved) break with a steaming cup wafting that horrid scent into the air.
But this morning, like every other one, you hurried down the hallway as fast as you could without risking a collision with a fellow comrade. It was quite early, so the usual hustle and bustle of the day hadn’t quite kicked off yet.
Just one thing was on your mind. Believe it or not, it was caf. You couldn’t get your hands on a cup of that disgusting beverage fast enough.
The cafeteria was hardly occupied. A few filtered in and out, and the line for the caf machine was fortunately a short one. Even so, those who were in line happened to be tiredly moseying along, having not been properly awakened. On a normal day, you’d find entertainment in watching them come to life after their initial sip; eyes suddenly alert and lips parting to speak their first words of the day. But you were anxious to be on your way. You were running late this time.
Finally. Your turn at last.
You grabbed a cup and held your breath as you dispensed liquid death from the machine. Additives wouldn’t truly make any difference, but you still threw in a little extra something to try and dilute the flavor.
And then it was back to hurrying down the halls, this time trying to keep the cup from spilling too much. It was imperative that some remained when you reached your destination.
The last set of sliding doors hissed open, and a cool breeze blew the delightful scents of greenery and ground damp from a recent rainfall. The air was humid, temperature rising as the sun began its climb. You took a brief moment to simply enjoy the pale blue morning sky and bird calls in the very forest that concealed the Resistance. The halls inside the base were relatively quiet, but outside, things were already picking up. Vessels lifted off for patrol, and dozens of individuals marched with purpose in different directions.
Then, your gaze landed on a familiar head of curly dark hair in a standard issue bright orange flightsuit.
There he was, his masculine form leaning against an exterior wall casually, caf cup in hand as he gazed out at the jungle beyond. Dewey leaves glistened in the morning light. Your heart began to melt as you observed him from a distance just like you had so many times before.
Poe Dameron was the bravest person you knew. Selfless. Bold when the situation called for it. Kind. His laughter, though rare, was absolutely contagious. And when you were paired with him on a mission, his ingenuity was mind-blowing. So was that boyish smile that crossed his features when something went right.
It wouldn’t exactly be a lie to say that you’d fallen head over heels for the man. Not that you’d come out and tell him anytime soon.
You remained still for a few more moments before venturing forward, giving the appearance of nonchalance as you took residence on the opposite side of the dirt path leading out from the base doors. Your footsteps seemed to make just enough noise because Poe turned his head to look your way. His dark eyes were already alert, observant, but his demeanor was still laid-back and relaxed, hair still disheveled from sleep.
“Mornin,’” he said, lifting his cup as a gesture of greeting with one of those smiles that made your heart melt all over again.
“Good morning,” you replied. That queasy feeling was beginning to settle in after the first revolting waft hit your nose. It was quite the endeavor to position yourself so that the caf in your hand was as far away from you as possible without arousing suspicion.
“There’s nothing quite like a cup of caf,” Poe said, tilting his head back to take a gulp of his.
You nodded. “Can’t think of starting the day without it.”
Because then I wouldn’t have an inconspicuous excuse to come see you.
Poe shifted his stance, coming away from the wall to join you on your side of the dirt path. “This has got to be my favorite part of the day,” he confessed with a sigh. “I love the action, don’t get me wrong. But fifteen minutes of peace, with you…” His eyes traveled back to meet yours. “It’s what I need.”
You held his gaze for a moment before turning, forgetting yourself for a moment and idly taking a swig of the beverage in your hand. What started as a sputter turned into a violent coughing fit, and you were mortified to feel Poe’s hand patting your back.
“You okay?” he asked. “Went down the wrong pipe, eh?”
“Yeah.” No, this stuff is just disgusting. “Sorry.”
He chuckled. “You really can’t stand the stuff.”
You froze. “W-what?”
Poe hadn’t removed his hand from your back even as you straightened. “I see you with a cup of it every morning, but hardly ever drinking it. And when you do, you make a face.”
“I do not,” you countered, taking another sip. The flavor was despicable. You smacked your lips. “See?”
There was no mistaking that pointed smirk on his face. “You just did it again.” Before you could withdraw, Poe shook his head and amusingly brushed his finger under your chin to tilt it upward to meet the glint in his eye. “How about we meet here every morning, like we’ve been doing all along? But you ditch the caf.”
Your face heated up like it was beneath the blazing suns of Tatooine, but you nodded. “Alright.”
A comfortable silence fell between you two as you both turned to observe the view again. Your mind roved over the interaction, occasionally stealing a glance at him while he finished his cup.
He wanted to keep spending time with you every morning?
What did that mean? Did it have to mean anything?
Poe Dameron cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders in a light stretch. He exhaled in a huff and turned to head back inside, giving you a playful nudge as he passed by you. “I’ll see you later.”
That next morning, you arrived at the spot a little extra early. Poe greeted you shortly after with a cup of caf in one hand, and a cup of another beverage entirely in his other. He offered it to you, and you accepted it with a grateful smile. A gasp escaped you when you looked inside.
It was your favorite comforting drink.
“I didn’t even know we had this!” You couldn’t hide the amazement in your voice.
“I might’ve put in a special request a few weeks ago for us to keep a stock of it,” Poe explained. “You work hard. You deserve it.”
Your eyes travelled back up to his. “Thank you, Poe.”
So began the tradition of him meeting you outside base (as long as the Resistance was set up in an environment that allowed you to do so) and bringing you a cup of your favorite cozy drink that didn’t taste like hot juice from a trash compactor. The two of you would stand there, talking, laughing, and enjoying that slice of peace and comradery each day.
Things took a turn when you two became an item, and then you got a taste of that caf each time he kissed you.
Summary: The four times Poe tells you to ‘look’ and the two times you tell him. (Plus bonus AU moment)
Warnings: NSFW, bit of angst
Rating: Mature / 18+
Word Count: 950 words
Note: Poe speaks Spanish. Don’t overthink it. aka I’m a thirsty hoe for Oscar and have a language kink / Bit of a delayed comeback with the whole reposting bit but I’m back babey!
“Mirame, amor” (Look at me, love) he reminded you with a mischievous glint in his eyes reflecting like the shine of your juices on his lips.
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“Mira, tan hermosa.” (Look, so beautiful.) He runs his fingers down your body, leaving trails of heat and shivers in their wake and making your body creen into the touch. You’re begging him with your eyes, unable to form words even if you could but there’s no making him move any faster. He’s appreciating your body. Each curve, each dip, each and every inch.
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“Mira como me toques.” (Look how you take me) He practically groans out, driving into you with a deep thrust and roll of his hips.
You force your eyes open to see him above you, curls hanging down and swinging from the movement. The dark, long eyelashes framing his deep, dark, intense eyes. He drops his head to watch again as you follow his stare. Seeing your bodies combine. He enters you, in and out, slowing down and pulling out more now that he knows you’re watching.
Seeing him and feeling him at the same time overloads your senses. His fingers curl under your chin and lift your eyes back to his. He looks at you, then down to your lips, an unspoken desire, before he leans in and captures your lips in his, holding onto them as he continues his worship.
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“Mira.” (Look) Your head snaps up and you hold his eyes - searching.
He knows what he’s doing. What that word means in private. And now he’s using it. Out here in the open. A totally innocent word. A command used frequently.
But the way he’s looking at you, telling you without words, and that smile, it’s holding an offer, promise, and tease all in one.
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“Mírame, mi corazón,” (Look at me, my love.) you breathed out, slightly panting as you wrapped your hand around his neck, tilting his head away from its place kissing your arm.
He looked up at you with desire burning in his eyes, wide and excited, mouth hanging open before turning into a lip-bitten smile, your eyes wide and unable to stop watching as he dragged his tooth, slowly releasing it.
You unconsciously mirrored his movements before leaning down to capture his lips in yours, both groaning into each other’s mouths as a result of the new angle letting him hit a different part of you.
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“¡Mirame piloto, si alguna vez vuelves a hacer algo tan estupido...!” (Look at me, pilot, if you ever do something as stupid as that again....)
The squad peeled their eyes from the floor and glanced at each other. They didn’t have to understand the language to know he got his ass chewed out.
You must’ve been mad because you never addressed anyone in anything other than Basic. Aside from stress-filled curse words muttered under your breath or yelled to the Maker, they never heard it.
You storm away before Poe or anyone else even knows what to say.
Rose nudges him from his stupor.
“Dude, she was crying”
“She was?” his face dropping and heart wrenching.
“¡Amor!” (Love!) Not caring who will hear.
He sees you down the hall against the wall with your head down and hand pinching your nose trying not to cry.
“Amor…” (Love…) he soothes softly, peppering you with kisses.
“Amor, Y/N. Mirame, mi corazón.” (Love, Y/N. Look at me, my love.)
You crack an eye and sniffle through a weak, wavering smile.
“Lo siento mi amor. Lo siento.” (I’m sorry, my love. I’m sorry.)
His eyes are racing, flicking back and forth between yours, trying to decipher the emotion pouring out of them. The reigning emotions, fear and sadness.
“Fue silento... Piense...” (It was silent… I thought…)
He didn’t make you finish the words once he saw your lip quiver and brought your head in close.
“Estoy bien, mi amor. Estoy bien.” (I’m okay, my love. I’m okay.)
You brought your hands around him and grabbed onto his uniform. Your fingers tight and shaking.
“Feel me, I’m here.” he whispered.
Your breathing slowed and he bit back tears of his own. Knowing he caused you this much pain. To break in public was no small feat.
“Why don’t we go lay down?”
You shook your head and pulled away. Red rimmed eyes staring back at him.
“No. I have to go back.” You sniffled and wiped your salt-stained cheeks.
“Luego. Promiso.” (Later. Promise.)
He sighed but then relented with a nod. The least he could do was not fight you anymore.
He gently lifted your chin and kissed you, apologies pouring out from the touch along with the words he wished he could speak.
You pulled him in, giving your all, holding onto his lips like you had thought you’d never get to feel them again.
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AU Bonus (Everyone is friends)
“Mira como duro me haces.” (Look how hard you make me.)
He guided your hand to his nearly throbbing bulge hidden beneath the table.
“Now what am I supposed to do with that, amor?” He whispered against the shell of your ear. His lips touching lightly with each word.
You bit your lip, excitement coursing through you as you squeezed your hand and moved it up and down as minimally as you could.
An exaggerated sigh breaks your bubble, and you both look up at a tired Ben across the table.
“I don’t have to read your thoughts to know what you two are up to.”
A sly grin breaks onto Poe’s face while you remove your hand and manage to smile wryly despite the heat flooding your face. The table erupts in teasing laughter from your friends all around you.
Summary: Poe loves Y/N, Y/N loves Poe. Both are too stubborn to tell each other and when they do try to, it feels like fate doesn’t want the both of them to be together. They endure life’s obstacles, sometimes together, and sometimes apart. Will they ever end up together, or is that just another crazy dream?
A/N: This is based on the movie Love, Rosie with a twist. I hope this will help bring me out of my writing funk and I hope you all enjoy this.
Warnings: None really
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Poe stares off as he sits alone, the smells of the various arrangement of flowers that are set in the middle of the table tickle his nose, and the sound of people mingling around him as they wait for the Best Man to present his speech. He takes a sip from his glass, the amber colored drink slightly burning his throat as it makes its way down while he tries to come up with what to say during his speech despite already having a few things written down on flash cards in case.
Alright, he thinks, relax. Start with… with how the two of you met. That’s always a good start.
He nods to himself as he looks around, his gaze landing on you as you talk to one of the servers about which champagne you wanted, and a flash of memories flickered through his mind.
Memories of how the two of you met one day at the park when you were both young and decided from thereon in to become best friends. How the both of you always sat next to each other during lunch and how one would save their spot when the other was running late or behind them in the lunch line. Even how you were there for him when his mother passed away and how the two of you stayed in his bedroom, you sitting in silence while Poe laid next to you and cried the entire time until his dad walked in.
But, there were also the times the two of you would sit in each other’s bedrooms and lay on the floor as you both shared headphones while listening to your favorite songs together. Even the memories of how you both would share your dreams, even the weirdest ones you would dream of, and would just talk about them. And especially the time that the two of you first held hands--
No, he shakes his head. You can’t tell that one. That’s always been our secret.
As if you had read his mind, you glance over to him, and Poe downs the rest of his drink as you flash him the smile that has always had his heart skipping a beat since you were both young. It’s only then he realizes that his best friend, Finn, is shaking him out of his trance.
“Hm?” Poe looks up at Finn, who hands him a champagne flute.
“It’s time for the speech.”
Poe nods slowly and watches as Finn makes his way back to Rey, kissing the top of her head before sitting down. Poe exhales deeply as he begins to stand, straightening his tie, and tries to get everyone’s attention.
“Ex-excuse me.” He says softly before clearing his throat and speaking louder. “Excuse me, everyone. If I could have your attention please? It’s time for the… Best Man to give his speech.”
Everyone finally begins to settle down, moving back to their seats and leaving behind whoever it was they were previously talking to. Poe watches as you sit next to your new husband, leaning close as he kisses your temple before turning his attention back to Poe.
Poe nods in thanks, holding onto his glass as he looks around to see that everyone is finally seated before he pulls out a few note cards from his suit pocket. Poe waits until he sees that everyone has a drink in their hands or at least has one near them before he finally begins.
“Hi, everyone. Um, for those of you who don’t know me, my name is Poe Dameron. I am doubling as the Best Man and Maid of Honor for this... lovely couple today.”
He gives a small, awkward wave and you give him another one of your bright smiles before he finally continues.
“I just want to start of by saying congratulations once again to Y/N and Ben. You both look wonderful and I think I can speak for everyone here that we all wish you every kind of happiness.”
A few people cheer and Poe forces a small smile before looking back down at his cards. He stares at them for a moment, taking in the words, before he finally speaks.
“And… I also want to note that this is one of the happiest days of my life.”
a/n: i’m sure this has been done before but i wrote this a while ago and idk, i thought it was cute :)) also, it’s written in 2nd person for some reason. my writing style is super inconsistent.
requested by: n/a
Poe pulled you down into his lap rather suddenly but gently all the same and you let out a quiet gasp, growing flustered and embarrassed. His hands came to wrap around your waist to both steady and position you before gliding up to your wrists, positioning your hands onto the controls. You hesitantly tightened your fists around them and he let out a content, approving hum.
Poe’s hands closed around yours, sending little shivers down your arms to your fluttering heart, and he was suddenly reminded of being a small child sitting on his mother’s lap in her shiny A-wing, feeling so light and effortless and perfect as they flew, the ship humming and responding to every command in the form of a slight movement of his hand.
“Isn’t it amazing?” he murmured, lips so close to your ear, and you could tell there was more to what he said. Poe had a dreamy look in his eye, so far-away and distant, and the softest smile rested on his lips. “Nothing else even comes close.”
He cut the brakes and the ship began to move. He steadied your hands on the yoke, pointing the nose of the ship down and then up, and then his foot found yours on the pedal and pressed down lightly, giving more power to the repulsors, and the ship began to move.
“It’s amazing,” you replied, feeling as if the very ship was alive beneath you. You could see how Poe had fallen in love with this feeling.
Poe never replied, but he didn’t need to, for you both understood all that was unsaid between you. Poe’s fingers laced with yours to give him more control of the ship but you didn’t mind, for it meant his skin was pressed against yours all the more tightly.
“This is how my mom taught me, you know.” his voice was soft, meek, empty of his usual confidence.
“Really?” you prompted him to go on by leaning back against his chest, somewhat resting your head on his shoulder.
Poe smiled, squeezing both your hands and the yoke. “She’d take me up in her RZ-1 A-wing on Yavin, after the Battle of Endor, and we’d just- soar. It felt like- it felt like- like I was free.” he paused. “I fell in love with flying, then, and I still love it now.”
“That’s beautiful.” you were quiet for a long moment, watching the world go by. “Were you and your mother- close?”
“Very.” Poe’s hands came off of yours for a minute and you flew solo, shoulders stiffening. You felt the pressure against your back as he found something on his chest beneath his flight suit. “I still wear her wedding ring around my neck- I’m supposed to give it to whoever I marry.”
You smiled to yourself. “I didn’t know you were such a romantic, Dameron.”
“Of course you did.” his hands found yours again and he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, placing a soft kiss there. “Why do you think I’m giving you flying lessons?”
You felt your chest tighten slightly and you stiffened against him.
“Steady, now.” Poe caught your gaze in your reflections on the glass and gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m going to let go now. Okay?”
You hesitated, but the sparkle in his eye, the huge, hopeful grin he sported made you nod. Poe let go of your hands and chose to wrap his hands around your waist, instead, pulling you closer to him.
“You’re doing great,” he insisted softly, squeezing your waist gently. “I was much worse when I first started.” after a pause, Poe chuckled. “I mean, I was, like, eight, but-”
You rolled your eyes, making the ship swerve ever-so-slightly. “Shut up, Dameron.”
“Flying now, banter later.” Poe tucked his head into the crook of your neck, turning his head so that his nose brushed your neck. “Remember my life is in your hands, Y/L/N.”
“Can’t have the Resistance’s best pilot killed on my watch,” you muttered distractedly. How could he expect you to fly well when he was so close? Part of you cursed the X-wing for being so tiny, but another part thanked it.
“That’s right. Alright, Y/L/N, my turn.”
Poe took full control, guiding the X-wing back down in a perfect, smooth landing. You slowly, feeling a bit sick, stood up.
“We’ll have to do this again, Dameron.” you smiled carefully, tucking his stray curls back behind his ear.
Poe grinned, wrapping his hands around your waist and beginning to move in. “We’ll see about that.”
