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Leia: Commander. Get your head in the meeting, please.
Poe: Sorry, General. I've been a little distracted lately-
Leia: I know. We all know. Even Threepio knows. Would you go ask him out, already?
Poe: Huh?
Leia: The new guy. Finn. Ask him out.
Poe: What?! I-I couldn't-
Jess: The man has a poster of you in his footlocker with a big scribbled heart on it.
Poe: He WHAT?
Snap: Can confirm.
Finn/Poe Week Day 1: Mutual Pining
The first thing Poe Dameron learned as a member of the Resistance was that a battlefield is never a place for love.
Darth Vader was born from the fear of losing his beloved wife. The fall of Senator Amidala came from her desperation to save Anakin Skywalker. A story his mother used to tell him was that of two rebel fighters dying in each other's arms. Everyone knew how Han Solo and Princess Leia Organa’s story ended. Poe refused to be that man. No, if he were to go down, it would be for his fellow pilots, his cause or General Organa.
At least, that's what he thought… until he met him.
Finn threw a wrench in everything. Suddenly Poe found himself thinking of the other male more than battle strategies. Instead of looking in the distance, Poe found his gaze drawn to Finn. He’d turn away right after he caught himself, but that didn't stop the blush coating his cheeks. He’d try to make himself focus on other things. He’d even tried tidying up both his X-wing and his quarters!
No matter what he did, Poe couldn’t stop himself from wondering if in another time, in another place, he and Finn could have lived their happily ever after.
“A battlefield is no place for love,” Poe thought, “but I can think about it a little.”
His eyes met Finn’s from across the room. Both men turned away quickly.
“He almost saw me,” Finn chastised himself, “What are you doing? There is no place for romance during a war.” He looked back over to see Poe laugh. He smiled, "But maybe I can think about it a little..."
Day 4: historical au
i want to draw my beautiful space gays in celebration of stormpilot week
but i destroyed my only good mechanical pencil and since i used it real pencils disgust me
Okay, so evidently Im in my happy place, cause I just thought: You know, Animalasaysrauer would totally crush a Stormpilot Wrong Number Modern AU too! So I'm leaving this gift of a prompt at your doorstep! #NotSelfServingAtAll
:-*
Finn was pretty sure his eyes had crossed. Fucking Hamilton. Did he have to be so verbose? Or should he be blaming the instructor that assigned all the fucking Federalist Papers? Or maybe he should just blame himself for going to grad school in the first place.
He was distracted from his thoughts by his cellphone buzzing on the coffee table, and he grunted, thinking it was his mom, wishing him a happy Valentine’s Day. He frowned at the local number that flashed on the screen. He didn’t recognize it, or at least it wasn’t saved in his contacts.
As soon as he connected, he heard a male voice on the other side. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, pick up. Oh god, Jess, you’re going to kill me, and you’ll be right, but please, God, pick up-”
“Hello?”
“Uh.” The voice paused. “You’re not Jess.”
“No.”
“Shit, I thought I got her new number right, fuck, fuck-”
“Hey, are you okay?”
There was a muffled little gasp on the other end of the line, like the guy had held back a sob. “I don’t know what to do.”
Finn clenched his fist, then released it, immediately triggered by the sound of desperation in the other man’s voice. “My name is Finn,” he said calmly. “What can I do to help?”
“You- I- Really?”
Finn’s heart broke a little at the disbelief. “Yeah. Are you in Riverton? I can call the police, or-”
“No police. Just. Um. Yeah, I’m in Riverton. On campus, at the library. And my ex, um. Ben. He’s been, just kind of waiting outside for me? And his friends have the other entrances covered, too? And I don’t know what to do, so I’m hiding in the stacks.”
Finn’s fist clenched again. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’m going to come get you, and take you wherever you’ll be safe. Um. I mean, if you want. I realize it may be hard to trust a stranger over the phone.”
There was that little gasp again. “You’re all I’ve got right now, buddy. Finn. I’m Poe. I’m, um, in-” There was a pause, where it was evident Poe was looking around for a landmark. “I’m in ancient history, I think.”
Finn laughed a little, under his breath. “Yeah, I know where that is. Hang tight, okay buddy?”
TO BE CONTINUED - TOMORROW!
My contribution for Stormpilot Week - Day 1 - Modern AU, but as suggested above, I’ll be continuing this story all week!
stormpilot week day one!! Modern/historical au
You can count on me to turn everything into Hamilton, I’m trash
(the last post didn’t put all of the drawings,,,, bout to burn this website)
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Happy New Year, folks!
Just think: by next year, we will all have seen Episode VIII. We will have some of the answers we seek, and probably even more questions. We might have canon Stormpilot, and even if we don’t, at the very least we’ll have new scenes with Finn and Poe. There will be new quotes and gifs and photos and posts to obsess over. It’s gonna be amazing.
And don’t forget about Stormpilot week! We’ll be posting an announcement for that soon.
I guess my point is that there’s a lot to look forward to. :) I hope you all have a wonderful year! Keep being awesome! <3
Poe: G'mornin.
Jess: *snicker* Good morning.
Poe: What's so funny?
Jess: Someone had a good night last night.
Poe: What makes you say that?
Jess: You're wearing Finn's pants from yesterday.
Poe: ...I am?
Jess: You are.
Poe: Well I guess that makes us even, then.
Jess: What do you mean?
Poe: He's wearing my necklace.
Jess:
Jess: Oh shit.
