This request goes out to anonymous who asked: I love
you and your writing. That last one was friggin fantastic (my favourite
flyboy). I love how you added in so much more depth with the Poe switcheroo :)
Since I love how you write Poe can you do a one shot of Poe and reader where
They are both pilots, close, and flirt a lot. and reader was going to ask him
out but changes her mind bc a female mechanic goes into his quarters a lot and
she assumes they are together. But that girl is just working on Bb8 upgrades??
Warnings: Mehhh… a bit of spice. ;)
Also before I start, can we take a moment to look at the amazing gif and Poe’s dancing skillzzz? #poeissecretlythebestdancerinthegalaxy.
Hi. My name is Y/N. I work with the Resistance, in which in
case you didn’t know, has one of the hottest pilots in the galaxy. ME of
course. No, I’m just pulling your leg. I’m talking about Poe Dameron. I mean
like THE POE DAMERON. If you’ve never heard of him, go home, rethink your life.
I’m just talking about one of the hottest pilots. Who is the best pilot in the
WHOLE FREAKING GALAXY. And he’s my friend. I’d like him to be more than just a
Buuuuttt… there’s one thing that’s preventing me. I’m 90%
sure Poe is already in a relationship. You see, Poe’s quite a flirt at times,
so it’s hard to see who he actually likes. As it turns out, the little punk
only tends to flirt with girls he doesn’t actually have a lot of feeling for,
such as the pretty girls. And then I remembered Poe often likes to flirt and
joke around with me. And he never does it to the mechanic girl who works at his
So you can naturally assume my dilemma. Rey told me I needed
to get over him and just see him as a friend. She was right. But it was really
hard. Especially when Poe got me blushing. He would nudge me and wink at me at
random times, or give me that signature smirk when I said something sassy
“Y/N… you’re looking at him again,” Rey chided softly to me.
“No I’m not,” you said defensively.
Rey grabbed your head gently and turned it to face her. “Yes
You were about to say no again, except when you heard Poe
laughing, you snapped your head around to catch a glance at him. He was talking
to that mechanic girl again. That tiny little pin prick stabbed your heart and
filled you with unwanted jealousy.
Rey glanced at you hopelessly. “Not looking, eh?”
You turned your attention back on Rey. “Not looking.” You
heard Poe’s high spirited laugh again and it took all your will not to glance at
him. It helped that you didn’t want to see the painful sight.
Rey said seriously, “Okay, we need to talk about this. It’s
interfering into your work. How about when you look at Poe, you think of all
the things you dislike. Next of all, don’t go up to Poe unless you need to.”
You licked your lips and nodded vigorously. Poe’s a friend,
not an object! You told yourself over and over.
“Oh dear, he’s coming this way,” Rey said in dismay.
You automatically tensed up and looked at Rey for help.
“Reyyy!” You said through your teeth.
Rey locked eyes with you and said, “Stay calm, remember you
can’t have him, and more over think of all the things you don’t like about
Poe came over to you and said, “Y/N, do you know where Finn
“How should I know?” You said coldly. You immediately
regretted it. Poe took a slight reel back at the cold voice.
Poe said cautiously, “Is something wrong, sweetheart?”
There was genuine care in his voice, and his face looked a
little hurt. “No… Finn’s with General Organa…” you said slowly. “And don’t…
call me sweetheart… please.”
Poe blinked a few times. He regained composer and stared at
you hard. “Very well… Y/N.” He said quietly. The way he said your name made you
sad and it also made your heart skip a beat. He hurried away, a little faster
You hated yourself. You banged your head against the wall.
What. Was. Your. Problem?!
“Okay, maybe you shouldn’t have been that cold,” Rey said apologetically.
“No crap,” you mumbled softly to yourself.
Poe did not like being ignored. And you knew that. So it was
no surprise when you started ignoring him that he started bothering you more.
He was like the older brother who teased you and annoyed with you, and you wanted
to see him more than just an older protective brother. So since you couldn’t be
something more than just the little sister, you decided to embrace being the
Poe slipped close to you during lunch break and said
bluntly, “Are you avoiding me, princess?”
Frowning, you replied smartly back, “Not a princess, Commander.”
You never really called him commander before, the word had just slipped from
Poe raised an eyebrow and scooted a little closer to you,
invading your personal space. “Since when do you call me that, sweetheart?” He
asked in a low voice.
“Uh,” You stuttered. “Since today, I guess?” You scooted
away. He scooted closer, not losing eye contact with you.
“Is that so?” He said in a low purr.
You luck ran out when you were forced to lean against the
wall. “I’ll have you know,” You said in a business like way. “That if you assault me, I
can press charges against you!” You said the last bit in a squeak as he leaned
his face in closer. You could feel his warmth and could smell him. He smelled
pretty good for a guy who had been practicing outside, but you were beginning
to feel really uneasy.
“Not if you like it,” He winked. For a split second, your
face was completely blank and your eyes filled with fear, no sound could come
out of your throat. Poe saw your freaked out face and he moved back to his original
place and began to eat his food as it nothing happened. “I would never hurt a
girl like that, you know that Y/N,” he said in a firm voice.
You timidly scooted closer. A friendly warm smile made you
scoot back to your own tray of food. With shaky hands you picked up your fork
and tried to eat. To be honest, Poe freaked you out for a second. You knew he’d
never ever hurt you or any girl, but his joking had gone a little too far.
Poe noticed how your hands were trembling and how you
refused to look at him. “Y/N?” Poe said softly, he reached for your hand but
you flinched a little, like he might hit you.
“What?” You said flatly, your voice was almost about to
Poe realized how much he had scared you and his face
softened. “Oh, Y/N,” He murmured. “I’m so sorry I scared you. I didn’t mean it—I
thought I was just teasing you.”
A tear slipped from your eye, and you sniffed. You really
hated crying, so you quickly dried your eyes. Poe opened his arms up for a hug,
but he let you come to him. Suddenly, he was Poe Dameron. Your best friend, and
your biggest crush. You practically jumped into his arms. His arms were really
warm and they comforted you. You rested your warm cheek on his shoulder. A few
people were staring at you, but you didn’t really care.
“I thought you already had a girlfriend,” you suddenly
remembered. You really didn’t want to be caught here hugging someone else’s
Poe pulled away abruptly. “Who told you that?”
Your heart sank a little. So it was true. Somewhere in your
brain you had secretly held onto the hope that he was… well… single. “No one
did. I just assumed that mechanic girl was. You two hanged out a lot and talks…
Poe cut you off and said, “She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t
have one… yet.”
You blinked at Poe. He didn’t have one? Yet? “Oh,” was all
you could say. Really intelligent sounding.
Poe explained, “She was just working on BB-8. And…” He
looked a little sheepish. Then the slightest hint of pink could be seen on his
cheeks. “I was asking for… tips on how to tell if a girl actually liked you…”
A small smile crept up on your face. Poe Dameron. Biggest
pilot in the galaxy, the commander pilot, probably the biggest feared
Resistance leader… was asking a girl on tips on how to tell if a girl liked
you. “What do you mean?” You said, a hint of amusement in your voice. “Every
girl is falling head over heels for you. I fall head over heels for you—I mean—I
have dignity and pride of course—”
Poe cut you off with a kiss. He pulled away quickly before
you could react and apologized, “I’m so sorry—I wasn’t thinking!”
You smiled wryly at him. “Don’t apologize. It’s cute.”
Poe leaned in for another kiss. “You’re pretty cute yourself.”
Your lips met with Poe’s again and you murmured, “You’re one
helluva pilot, Commander Dameron.”
So I’m back!!! It’s great to be writing again! No I’m not
taking requests quite yet, I wanna finish up some other requests I got before I
ask for more! Due to school and karate, I hope to continue to write more
fanfics, but they’ll be slow at comin’ out. My co-op school ends May 5th
and my homeschooling ends the 20th of May! Aside from some summer schooling
and karate, I will be free to write my heart out and take more requests! Lookin’ forward to the summer!
Han loves Luke’s hair. So much, in fact, that before they became the rebel alliance’s hottest pilot power couple, he made a habit of whining about it to Leia in her bunk long into the night. (Stereotypical therapy style: Han lying on her bed, her sitting in a chair next to him, legs crossed, hands in lap, nodding whenever he stops to breath, you’ve seen movies.) And does he ever go on:
“Ugh, I don’t know what to do, Leia!” *throws hands into the air* “I couldn’t even pay attention during yesterday’s mission briefing because your stupid brother was sitting right in front of me and he was doing that stupid hair twirling that he does when he’s distracted and it was making me distracted and whenever he moved even an inch, I got a whiff of his shampoo and it smells really good Leia. Oh god, I can’t go on like this. What am I going to do?” *covers face with hands*
Exasperated Princess:“Uh, I think you should just tell him how you feel.”
Whiny Space Pirate: “NO because for starters, I don’t even know how to start such a conversation:
‘Hey Luke, would you mind use more inconspicuous hair washes because your Endor Evergreen™ lingers for hours after you leave a room and last week when you hugged me it somehow sank into my shirt fibers and while I was repairing the Falcon I kept getting distracted (did I mentionit’s distracting Leia??)because every time I smelled it I thought you were around and I’d start fumbling nervously which always ended in me shocking myself.’
Wait, can you talk to him about it? Don’t mention my part in this, of course, just come across as a concerned citizen.”
“….You want me to tell him I’m concerned about how he washes his hair?”
Whiny Space Pirate:
“Please. And the hair-twirling too. It’s becoming a safety hazard. Not to mention my mental health is at an all-time low.”
So she leaves for Luke’s bunk, with no intention of telling her brother any of the bullshit just fed to her by his sexually frustrated friend. Not that she’ll get a word in edgewise during her visit as she knows she’s walking into the exact same conversation she left, but the topic this time being something about Han:
“It’s distracting Leia! Every time he does that stupid smirk thing, I have to remind myself to breath or I start feeling faint…”