“One of my first memories is seeing the stars from the cockpit of my mom’s A-Wing. Must’ve been two or three years old at the time. I sat in her lap, straddling the flight stick. The view of the galaxy through the canopy has always stuck in my mind.” - Poe Dameron, Flight Log
LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP WITH POE. MAYBE YOUR ON A MISSION WITHOUT HIM AND HE HASNT SEEN YOU IN MONTHS AND NEITHER OF YOU ARE COPING SO LEIA INTERVENES IN SOME WAY
“Dameron? Dameron, wake up!”
Poe groaned and pulled his blanket over his head as he heard General Organa’s voice from behind him. He froze in fear; either he was being called in for a mission, or he had been extremely drunk last night.
Breathing in deeply, he rolled over in bed. For the first time in months, he was actually relieved to see the bed empty. He reached for his earpiece which he had left on your bedside table for some reason.
“General?” he asked tiredly, rubbing his bleary eyes.
“Ah good, you’re awake. I need you in the briefing room as soon as possible, there’s something you need to see.”
Thoughts of your mission flung themselves to the front of Poe’s mind, and he flung the bedsheets off himself and climbed out of bed.
“I’ll be there in five, ma'am.”
As he got dressed, Poe thought of how you would laugh if you were there to see him awake so early. There was usually a battle between you as you tried to get out of bed, and he tried to get you to stay and cuddle with him. He sighed, the empty bed catching his eye as he stood in front of the mirror to brush his teeth. He wanted you home.
Poe wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating as he approached the door to the mission briefing room. He was sure he could hear your voice, but it couldn’t be, could it? You still had two weeks left of your mission.
The door opened automatically for him, and he stepped inside. His eyes skipped over the General, and a couple of medics, before landing on the image of you which was being shown on a large screen above the table.
“Poe?” you called out in surprise and joy, and he watched as you moved closer to the camera. Suddenly forgetting every word he’d ever learned, he walked over to the screen and placed his palm flat against it. Giggling, you lifted your own hand so that it was as if the only thing separating you both was a screen, and not half a galaxy.
Poe’s eyes filled with tears; this was the first time he’d seen your face in just under three months. He was vaguely aware of General Organa and the medics leaving the room.
“You look good,” you commented with a grin. “I like the stubble.”
Poe shook his head with a chuckle, rubbing his hands over the thin stubble that had appeared on his jaw overnight.
“I keep forgetting to shave,” he told you with a small smile.
“Well, keep forgetting until I get back,” you replied. “You look hot as hell.”
He burst out laughing, the first genuine laugh he’d had since you left.
“I miss you so much,” he told you, his eyes flitting all over your face as you smiled softly at him. He could see that you’d lost a bit of weight, your face was slightly sharper than usual. A thin, dark purple line went from your right eyebrow and trailed off towards your hairline, telling him that you’d been hurt.
“I miss you too, Poe. I hate being on missions without you.”
You frowned in confusion as he stared at you in silence.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear. You chuckled, your hand going to the new scar on your forehead.
“You like the battle-scarred look?” you joked. “I think it makes me look all mysterious.”
He smiled slightly. “How did it happen?”
“A trooper set off a grenade in the middle of a fight, the bastard,” you spat. “I was hit by debris, a couple of villagers found me unconscious a few hours later.”
Poe’s stomach sank at the thought of you being hurt. “Just try and be careful for the next couple weeks?” he asked. “You worry me.”
One side of your mouth twitched in a half-smile. “You worry too much.”
“I’m your boyfriend, it’s in the job description,” he replied with a grin. You smiled lovingly at him.
“I love you so much,” you told him, placing your hand against the screen again. Poe copied you, closing his eyes and trying to imagine the feeling of your warm hand against his instead of the cool screen.
“I love you too, (Nickname). I-”
A voice from somewhere offscreen cut across him, and your easy smile was suddenly replaced by a serious expression as you spoke in hushed tones with someone he couldn’t see. Eventually you nodded, turning back to face him.
“Poe I’m so sorry, I have to go,” you said urgently. “There’s a squadron of troopers heading our way.”
Fear bubbled like acid in Poe’s stomach. “Stay safe, please,” he pleaded. You smiled a soft, sad smile.
V, B, and Kev give you advice for the sake of your flirting game.
Warnings: swearing, sexual reference
Enjoy! Thanks for all the love on part one! :) <3 - Juggie xx
Veronica was definitely not impressed with your flirting performance the previous day, and she made you well aware of it the next morning.
“I can’t believe you hit your hand.”
“The Vixen proposition would’ve worked in your favor!”
“Why didn’t you let him walk you home? Something might have happened!”
And that’s what landed you here yet again, in Veronica’s room with her, Betty, and Kevin. You were sat on her bed with Betty and Kev, while V had set up a white board in front of you with the title written in black: HOW TO FLIRT 101.
“Alright bitches, it’s time to learn.” She paced and tapped her black exo marker to her palm. “(Y/N) here is terrible at flirting with Jughead, her muse, the love of her life, the apple of her eye-”
You were blushing madly, “Yes, we get it Ronnie!”
Betty and Kevin laughed as Veronica smirked and continued, “Sorry, my ship is just so close to sailing I can’t contain myself.” She wrote ’1)’ on the board and wrote next to it ’THE LOOK’. “This may seem shallow, but you gotta work what you got to catch a boy’s eye.”
“Mmm”, Kev agreed, “A girl stops me in my tracks if she’s looking hot.”
Betty laughed, “Kevin, you’re gay.”
He sassed back, “Doesn’t mean I can’t admire fashion and art when I see it.”
While they had gone back and forth V had walked over to her closet to grab something and now handed it to you. “You have to wear this tomorrow, he’d be crazy not to notice this! Go try it on!”
You had been forced over to her bathroom, but looking at the black, tight babydoll dress on your form gave you a rush of excitement. If your mouth couldn’t do the flirting, let your actions speak louder than words.
You would later be told otherwise.
Upon entering the room you gave your friends a twirl, to which they “ooo"ed and applauded. Kevin fanned himself, "Yes girl! Lookin’ fire!”
You took a seat between Kev and Betty again as Veronica wrote her second point: ’THE TOUCH’. “Although you failed at this yesterday, you must persevere! Subtle touches go a long way”, she approached Betty who faintly blushed, “a touch on their arm”, she lightly placed her hand on Betty’s upper arm, “or a kiss on the cheek. These things will make him feel just as nervous as you do.”
When she walked up to the board you glanced at Betty, who was looking down at her feet now and was as red as a tomato. ‘There’s my proof’.
“Finally, the talk.” She underlined this point in red, “the talk. Jughead has an exquisite way with words, and you have to use your words to get to him. This is the key point in seducing a writer.”
There went your plan from before. “But what kind of words Ronnie?”
Betty commented, “He’s a writer and an English nerd, maybe quote some romantic literature to him?”
Kevin scoffed, “That’ll make you look desperate, like you’re trying too hard! Say some dirty stuff in his ear, be straight forward, tell him you want to see his di-”
Veronica nearly screeched, “Guys! This isn’t Shakespearean times and she doesn’t just want to fuck him!” She shook her head and sighed, “You have to be sweet. Sickly sweet. Tell him hanging out with him makes you happy. Tell him you love his writing. Tell him anything nice you can think of, but above all”, she walked over to you and placed her hands on your shoulders.
You took your place outside the door, then walked in to see Kevin standing facing away from you. He had offered to be Jughead for this simulation. You tapped his shoulder and he turned around, giving you his best moody scowl. “Hey (Y/N).”
You, Betty, and Veronica couldn’t contain your laughter, but you continued. “Hey Jug, how are you?”
Veronica sighed and covered her eyes with her hand, “No, ask him what he thinks about your outfit!”
“Oh! Uh”, you stumbled but gave him a bright smile, “what do you think of my dress Juggie?”
“It’s absolutely hideous, and material desires mean nothing to me, except this hat. Have you ever seen me without the stupid hat on? That’s weird!”
You laughed and slapped his arm, V cheered while giggling, “that’s good!”
Betty chuckled but seriously questioned, “I do wonder though, why he keeps that hat on all the time?”
From Juggie: How was it?
To Juggie: We had fun, just did some studying together. Hey Jug?
From Juggie: Yes?
To Juggie: Why do you always wear the same beanie?
From Juggie: I don’t know, I’ve always worn it. I feel like it’s now part of my branding. I’m weird, I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in and I don’t want to fit in. I think that’s what the hat means to me.
To Juggie: lol you’re right, you are a strange one :P
From Juggie: “Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” - Edgar Allan Poe. Good night (Y/N).
To Juggie: Good night Jug.
Unsent: I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I love you.