Rey: Why are Finn and Poe sitting with their backs to each other?

Leia: They had a fight.

Rey: Then why are they still holding hands?

Leia: They get sad when they fight.

Finn: Are you high?

Poe: Am I what?

Finn:High

Poe:Hello

Poe, texting Finn: Goodnight homo

Poe:homie*

Poe: Eh same thing

Kylo: Whenever I’m about to do something I think might be dumb, I ask myself “WWPDD?”

Kylo: What Would Poe Dameron Do?

Leia: Probably Finn.

Poe: Are you suggesting that I occationally stray from the rulebook?

Leia: No, I’m suggesting that you do not own a copy if the rulebook, and if you do you’ve certainly never opened it.

daily reminder that i love poe dameron

Finn: And now a gay update from Poe

Poe: Getting gayer

Finn: Thank you Poe

Finn: Rey, do you dare me to kiss Poe?

Rey: What? No?

Finn, standing up from table: Rey I can’t believe you’re making me do this

Rey: I’m not making y-

Finn, walking towards Poe: Here I go!

would anyone be interested if i wrote a poe dameron x reader series? comment here or dm me or go to my askbox to let me know

Poe: *walking by*

Rey: *rolls her eyes* What an ass

Finn: *staring at Poe’s ass sighing* I know

Ready As I’ll Ever Be

Word Count: 955

Pairing: Poe Dameron X Reader (Female)

Request(s):None

Warning(s):Angst

Some people have been asking if there’ll be a part two of Trespassing. To answer your questions, I’m not sure yet. When I first planned it out, I had no intentions to write any more for it. I also didn’t expect it to be so well liked. This isn’t to say that I absolutely won’t write another part anytime. It just means that, for the time being, I have no idea where I’d go with the narrative if I were to continue with it. If any of you have some ideas you want to share, shoot me a message.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this ball of feels. Have a good day! <3

Poe ducked behind a small cottage, making sure to steer clear of the flames engulfing it. He glanced around the left side but quickly retreated again as blaster fire shot near his head.

He waited for the barrage to slow before he made a break for the sand dune up ahead. If he could just get below it, he’d get a better place for shooting back. The First Order had taken control of most the village and burned it to the ground, killing the innocent citizens in their way.

“Dameron, get back to the ship! We need to leave, now! We got what we came for!” Snap shouted into his comm. For once, Poe listened, changing his plan to try and escape instead of fight back.

“On my way.”

He sprinted up and over the dune, stopping just as he got to the bottom, taking relief in the momentary cover from blaster fire. He ran a hand through his hair, inhaling deeply to catch his breath. He took one step forward, hand gripping his trusty weapon before he was tackled to the ground by an unknown body.

Poe wrestled with the stranger to get free, only to end up pinned to the ground by his wrists, a blaster pressed to the side of his skull.

“You move a muscle and I’ll blow your brains out,” a voice growled in his ear. He waited for them to lean back so he could see their face, although he already knew who it was.

“(Y/N), what are you doing,” he asked. Her grip faltered for a moment.

“I’m helping the winning team, what are you doing, Dameron? Fighting for a rebellion that’s on the wrong side of history?” She snapped, shifting her weight so she was straddling him with her legs and holding his hands with one of her own, the other pressing the blaster to his head.

“What lies are they feeding you (N/N)?” Poe asked, incredulously. “Can you really believe that the First Order is right? You really think the rebellion isn’t justified?”

(Y/N) was quiet for a moment, eyes hard with concentration. Poe opened his mouth to speak again but she cut him off.

“The rebellion abandoned me, Poe,” she stated, voice cold and unfeeling. “They left me to die without any remorse.”

Poe tried again to interject but was stopped.

“Believe me, I’m aware that I’ve sunk pretty low, but whatever you’re going to get, you deserve,” she snarled. Poe had never seen her so angry before.

“(Y/N), stop this. This isn’t who you-”

“Quiet! I’m the bad guy here, that’s fine. It isn’t my fault that the resistance took away everything I had and then left me in the dust. The First Order will bring justice, at last, to the galaxy, don’t you understand?” (Y/N) was shaking by then, hand gripping the weapon tighter so she wouldn’t drop it. The sounds of blaster fire in the background lessened, hinting that the village being attacked had lost the battle. The First Order had succeeded in extinguishing another spark of the rebellion.

“Sweetheart, please listen. You’ve been brainwashed. This isn’t you. I can take you home, we can help you-”

“It’s time to step up or step down, and there’s only one answer for me, Dameron. I’m standing up and fighting back because I know I’m right. And I’m ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll do what I have to.” By the end of her statement, her voice was cracking and tears were filling her eyes. She seemed as if she was trying to convince herself as well as him with her words.

It hit Poe that she was remembering who she used to be. That she didn’t want to do the things she was forced to. The First Order had taken over her mind to create an emotionless soldier and she was trying to break free. He didn’t seem to sense that it could be a trap, so he trusted it.

“Baby,” Poe muttered softly. Her hand stopped pinning his, allowing him to reach up and brush a strand of her hair out of her face. She let her blaster fall to the ground as she collapsed onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry into him. “Come back to me, sweetheart.”

“I want to go home,” she whispered, fingers tangled in his hair.

She leaned back, wiping the tears that had made their way down her cheeks. He got out from under her, sitting on the ground by her instead.

“Black Leader, where are you?” Snap’s voice asked through the comms again. Poe ignored it.

In a moment without thought, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, relishing in the feeling of her being so close again. She wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.

Before he could notice, she reached to the ground, grabbing her blaster again. She kissed him harder, not really wanting to do what she was planning, but knowing she had to. Pulling back quickly, she brought the butt of the blaster to the side of his head with a loud thud. He fell to the ground, unconscious, ready to be taken to the main ship.

“I told you I was ready to do what had to be done,” she mumbled, wiping the back of her hand across her lips as a few stormtroopers walked over the dune to retrieve him. Kylo wanted to meet with him

Words:1148
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Gender Neutral!Reader
Summary:Reader is Poe Dameron’s significant other with a pension for scheming.  This time the Commander has come upon his partner surrounded by unidentifiable parts and bright buckets of paint. One thing is for sure, Reader always keeps him on his toes. 

“What are you doing, Captain?” You looked over your shoulder to see the newly minted Commander Poe Dameron walking towards you. You looked away from him to focus on the on your current project.

Poe took in the scene he’d walked upon. You were sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by a semi-circle of open paint jars. They were colors the resistance, and probably most of the galaxy, hadn’t seen in years.  One jar of pale pink, a brilliant magenta, a bright green and a dark grassy tone were each sitting with a brush balanced precariously atop them. A smaller container of black was held in one of your hands its companion brush hanging lazily out of your mouth. Littering the floor along with your painting supplies were several tools. This included a sonic screwdriver that he remembered lending to Rey. 

“Are you going to make me ask you again?” Poe sighed.

“WhatdoesitlooklikeImdoing?” You questioned with the paintbrush still in your mouth. He could write you up for insubordination. You supposed being the highest-ranking being at the outpost gave him that right. He’d even gone as far as threatening to do it once or twice since becoming general, But Poe never stayed mad at you. At least not usually.

“Come again?” He asked, making a great show of leaning in to hear you. Rolling your eyes, you took the paint brush out of your mouth.

“I said What does it look like I’m doing?” You gestured at the heap of scraps in front of you. Poe could tell you were building something, but he couldn’t make heads or tails of what it was meant to be.

“Making a mess on the only freighter ship I have access to on world.” He said, bringing a hand up to massage his forehead.

“I cleared it with Rey beforehand. She said I can use the Falconfor as long as I need.” You explained. “I wouldn’t just take over the lounge area of her ship without asking.”

“No one asked me if it was okay!” Poe argued. “What if I needed Rey and Chewy to take the Falconto get supplies?”

“Do you need Rey and Chewy to get supplies?”It seemed he wasn’t going to be going away any time soon, so you put down the pot of paint in your hand and your brush on top of it.  

“No, but…”

Poe, she’s a Pre-Empire freighter.” You interrupted him.“TheFalcontakes so long to get started up I would have plenty of time to put my supplies away before Rey and Chewy needed to take off.”

“What are you building anyway?” He scrutinized the pile of parts, tools and paint.

“I’m glad you asked! I’m building a friend for Baby.” Baby was your nickname for Poe’s personal atromech. It has started when you told him he looked after the droid as if he were his own child.

“BB-8 doesn’t need a friend. He has me.” Poe disagreed.

“Okay, then I’m building a friend for me.” You shrugged.

“All of this, is going to turn into a droid?” He gestured at the all-around chaos you’d left in your wake.

“Well, she’s going to be small. Have you ever seen a BD droid?” You began sealing up your paints and trying to clean your work area. It was getting close to dinner time.

“A BD? How in the world did you find a BD droid on this planet?” He wanted to know.

“Well, I didn’t exactly find it here…but I didn’t spend any of our credits either.” You rushed to assure him. “See I told Rey I wanted a droid of my own and she asked Chewbacca how one goes about getting a droid on this planet and he mentioned the Jawas and…”

“Jawas?!” Poe’s eyes widened and his brows shot towards the ceiling.

“Let me finish!” You hissed impatiently. “So Chewy remembered that he and Han had a whole hanger of unused parts at Maz’s place. He sent her a holo and she was able to ship a few crates of stuff over. Rey translated to the Jawas for us and got me all the parts I needed. All I have to do is help her and Chewy re-run the hydraulic fuel line for the lifts. I get some workspace and a droid, the Falcongets updated hydraulics.”

“Uh-huh, and did the Jawas have five buckets of paint available too?” His face had rearranged from incredulous to amused.

“Okay, that I did have to order with credits, but I promise every cent of it was my own. I wanted her to stand out.” You explained. “I’m painting her the colors of this fruit we used to have on my home planet. I really only ever ate them in the summer, but I always loved the colors. A hard green rind on the outside with a white to red gradient inside. They didn’t have an overwhelming flavor but they were so watery and juicy!”

“So what are you going to call this little melon droid?” He crouched down to inspect the pieces you’d painted. It looked like you’d nearly finished before he interrupted you.

“Haven’t thought of a nickname yet. The first part of her serial number is BD-4, which I like because it’s half of eight, and she’ll be half the size of BB-8. Like a lil’ sister. Plus, my partner was born on the fourth moon of Yavin.” You kissed Poe on the cheek. “Anyway, I think having Four around will be good. Not only will it give Baby someone to talk to in his own language, but Four will be full of useful tools. I mean she’ll have the standard scomp link and holoprojector, but BDs were designed to aid researchers and explorers. She’ll have grippy little feet that’ll make walking on all sorts of terrain easy. I’ve even seen people use BDs for ziplining or attaching weapons to them!”

“Droids don’t need to have weapons.” Poe laughed.

“I think Artoo would disagree.” You told him.

“Fine!” Poe conceded. “You can keep the BD, sorry, Four. But she’s your responsibility! I don’t want to hear you’ve stolen away any of my communications officers to help you program it am I clear?”

“One question, if someone volunteers to help say Finn or Rose, am I allowed to say yes?” You asked.

“I’m just going to assume you’ve already roped them in somehow so fine. No finish cleaning up so we can eat. I’m starving.” He ordered.

“Ooh what are we having for dinner?” You wondered excitedly.

“Something fast and from a food synthesizer since my partner has been out bartering with Jawas and painting droid parts all day.” He teased.

“I mean it was this or I upgrade the hyperdrive in your X-Wing.” You shrugged.

“Don’t even think about touching her!” He warned with a smirk.

Author’s Note: Can we normalize the idea of making droids fun colors? Like okay a watermelon colored BD might be ugly but she could be cute!