Okay, so I’ve been watching Vincenzo and I’m like in love with Jang Han-Seo. So of course I look the actor up and realized that I’ve seen him before. But can someone tell me how first of all, I am in love with every single character of his and secondly how these characters be the same man??? Like (I apologize for the first) :
I can not, seriously… Also, I don’t know why but I might want to write for Vincenzo, so anyone interested or nah?
Update: why do I keep finding him on different dramas??! He’s also in
‘My ID is gangnam beauty’
'Fight for my way’
'Modern Family’
And also in 'puck’
Like… Everything I watched is suddenly with him and I only realize after watching Vincenzo ♀️
Request(s): “Hey!!! I love Poe and ur account!!! So I was wondering if I could maybe get a Poe x reader where the reader hates Poe cuz he’s stuck up but gets to know him a bit better and starts to love him as well and gets really confused and angry? Its OK if no, but thanks!” - @nerdyemocrap
Warning(s): None (If I need to add some, let me know!)
I changed up the request just a tad bit amigo, hope you don’t mind! I really like how this turned out and my aim is for you to feel the same. <3
If one thing was true, it was that you hatedPoe Dameron. At least, that’s what you wanted people to think. It’s what you wanted everyone else to think, too. Everybody seemed to love him, with his irresistible charm and striking good looks. Your teammates liked to tease you about him being the perfect poster boy for the rebellion.
Yeah, the poster child for why no one should ever procreate, you’d think.
You despised the way he would feign humility when all he did was gloat, the way he’d walk into a room and immediately grab all the attention without even saying a word, the way he’d always grin at you with that award-winning smile. He made you want to punch a wall out of anger. Or that’s what you told yourself
More than once, he’d stolen your thunder, took the shot for you, swooped in and saved the day without being asked to. And, Maker, was he reckless. It seemed as if he never considered anyone else’s safety when in the air, it was all about him. That wasn’t something you had to lie to yourself about, though.
What made everything worse, was the fact that Poe Dameron actually made attempts to befriend you. Non-stop.
He’d walk up to you and start a conversation while you tried to fix your ship, or when you were eating dinner, or when you were in the command centre. It was like a never-ending barrage of Poe, Poe, Poe, and morePoe. Deep down, you didn’t mind it, but that didn’t mean you had to let everyone know.
“Hey (Y/N),” he walked up with a smirk as if he knew how much you didn’t like him and had decided to pester you anyway. “How’s my favourite pilot doing today?”
You scoffed. “I’m pretty sure you’re your own favourite pilot, Dameron.”
He chuckled and nodded, “I see you’re continuing the salty facade, as usual.”
You reached around for your wrench, climbing up onto the wing of your ship to tighten a couple loose panels that could cause unbalanced flight if you weren’t careful. You groaned when you realised you’d grabbed the wrong size for the bolts you were using. You glanced down to see Poe holding up the right one.
“Needing something?” He asked, smugly. You scowled, reaching down and attempted to snatch the tool from his hand. He pulled back so you couldn’t reach, tutting his tongue against the roof of his mouth to make a clicking noise.
“C’mon, Dameron, give me that,” you snapped angrily. He smiled innocently up at you.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, (Y/N),” he beamed toothily. You were about ready to leap down and smack that grin right off of him.
“Poe, now,” you demanded. His eyes held a sparkling glint as an idea struck him.
“On one condition,” he started. You rolled your eyes, sitting back on your heels.
“What?” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.
“You sit with me at dinner tonight,” he volunteered. You laughed aloud.
“In your dreams, flyboy,” you retorted, amused. He wasn’t kidding though.
“Alright, well, you can say goodbye to your tools then. I know a mechanic who could really use a new set right about now, and these all look perfect,” he teased, spinning his finger around your tool bag thoughtfully. You glared daggers at him.
“Fine,” you mumbled through gritted teeth.
“What was that?” He asked, his hand resting in the air above your bag.
“Fine, I’ll have dinner with you tonight,” you said louder. A smile broke out on his face, causing your face to heat up. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t like it. It was embarrassing.
“Perfect. I’ll meet you in the cantina later, then,” he said, reaching up to hand you the tool you needed. You frowned and watched as he sauntered away, success filling his gait with happiness while you were left defeated.
You huffed in annoyance as he finally disappeared from the hangar, leaving you to work on your X-wing.
“(Y/N)! Over here!” A voice called over the incessant chatter of the cantina. You glanced over to see Poe waving you down. You shot a desperate look over at your friend, begging them to pull you away, but all they did was push you closer to his table. You sighed, slowly treading over and slouching down on the stool.
“Good evening, sunshine,” he greeted with a smile. You nodded your hellos. Poe wasted no time in introducing you to the rest of Black Squadron. You sent them all a curt smile and quickly bit into your bread, trying your hardest to avoid speaking.
Soon enough, Poe became engrossed in a conversation with Snap, leaving you and Jessika to yourselves.
“He likes you, you know,” Jessika started. You shot her a confused glance. “He talks about you constantly. Heard many good things about you.”
“No, not from Poe you haven’t,” you laughed. Now it was Jessika’s turn to be dumbfounded.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been nothing but rude to him since we first met,” you explained. “But, I have a good reason.”
“No, no, I understand why. He’s a douche at times,” Jess smiled, taking a bite out of her own meal.
There was another awkward silence before she spoke again.
“He says you’re a good pilot, but he’d rather you be on the ground,” she said through a mouthful of food. Anger flared up inside you, the thought of him wanting you grounded causing your ears to turn red.
“Oh yeah?” You asked through gritted teeth. Jess swallowed hard to get her food down.
“Wait, not like that, he isn’t trying to say that he wants to keep you down or anything. He just knows you’re a skilled mechanic and he thinks being on base is safer than in the air,” Jessika was quick to defend him, noticing your change in attitude.
Just as soon as it had arrived, your anger subsided, leaving you wondering why in the Maker’s good galaxy would Poe Dameron want you safe on base. Before you could ask why your conversation was interrupted.
“Hey, (Y/N), did Poe ever tell you about the time he tried to ride a Runyip back on Yavin IV?” Snap laughed loudly, a smile lighting up his face. You glanced over at Poe whose face was red as a berry. Obviously, it was an embarrassing story, causing you to want to learn more.
“No, in fact, he hasn’t,” you grinned smugly over at him as Snap began to go into the storytelling zone, spilling every humiliating detail. You stared straight at Poe for the entire duration of the narrative, relishing in how miserable the cocky pilot looked. You don’t remember all of the tale, but you know it ended with a broken arm and a long lecture from Poe’s father.
Truly a tale to tell the grandchildren, you thought.
Wait, why were you thinking about grandchildren? That implied actually having kids of your own. And with Poe no less. You almost shuddered, glad you caught the error of your ways before you said something you’d regret.
After a night full of more stories, ranging from battles to childhood shenanigans, the Black Squadron decided to head to the hay for the night. You would have gone back to your quarters too if Poe hadn’t asked for you to accompany him on a nighttime stroll around the base
You almost declined, but the look of hope on his face prevented you from doing so. Thinking back on it, you wondered what the kriff had gotten into you. You’d never been affected by him before, so why now? What was happening to you? Were you actually starting to let yourself like him? Once again, you pushed away the thought. No way, no how, would you ever enjoy the presence of Poe Dameron, the most stuck-up pilot the Resistance had to offer. It wasn’t a smart thing to do in any way, shape, or form.
“So, am I ever going to get an explanation as to why you hate me so much?” He asked after a few moments of walking. His words froze you to the core, causing you to stop in your tracks. The truth was, you didn’t hate him. Not really. You just wanted to, oh so badly. But that didn’t mean you really truly hated him. He might be an annoyance, yes, but never someone you hated, no matter what you told yourself. You opened your mouth to answer him, but he cut you off. “Because, to me, it really doesn’t seem like you dislike me as much as you claim to. In fact, I’d say that you actually really like me. You just refuse to admit it.”
There it was, that snarky Poe Dameron that you knew all too well. The one that made your blood boil in your veins. “Maybe it’s because you make comments like that that makes me hate you,” you sneered.
“What? I’m just stating the obvious truth, (Y/N),” he defended.
“Whatever you say, prince charming,” you grumbled under your breath.
“I have a proposal for you,” he said. You rolled your eyes but let him continue. “I bet that I can make you fall for me in a month’s time.”
“Oh? And if you don’t?” You interrogated. He smiled.
“Then you get to humiliate me in any way you see fit,” he suggested. An evil grin spread across your lips, a glint in your eye.
“Alright, if you can’t get me to fall for you, then you get to run a lap around base soaking wet and in your underwear. AndI get to record it.”
The colour drained from Poe’s cheeks a little, but he nodded and outstretched his hand. “If I win the bet, you get to go on a date with me.”
You swallowed and reached your hand out to shake his. “Deal.”
Poe grinned again, making your stomach flutter for some unknown reason. You frowned as he stepped closer and pressed a kiss to your cheek, making you blush like crazy. “I’ll see you later then, (Y/N).”
