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Hi babe could I please request a drabble about Poe seeing reader with her hair down for the first time and getting flustered?

hi love! ofc, tysm for the request!

Let Your Hair Down

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word count: ~500

Warnings: none

GIF not mine

You shiver as you make your way outside, your breath crystalizing in the air. The tips of your exposed ears turn red with the cold. Rey sneezes. She, like you, is from a desert planet - any form of cold makes you both miserable. A chill wind scrapes along the back of your neck as you trudge through too many inches of snow alongside Rey, Finn, and Poe. Poe, similarly to you and Rey, was from a warmer planet, but he’d been on base long enough to get accustomed to the freezing winters. He chuckles as a constant stream of complaints pours from your mouth.

“My ears are freezing,” you groan, and Rey nods her agreement. Finn rolls his eyes, shaking his hooded head.

“That’s because your hair’s up,” he laughs. “You, like, never take it down. Might wanna change that.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, laughing softly as you lift your hands to the crown of your head and work on undoing the bun sitting atop it. You shake your head, massaging your scalp with your pinkened fingertips as your hair falls down around your shoulders. It cloaks your ears and neck from the brittle winds and subzero temperatures. You sigh with relief, and Finn shakes his head, clapping you on the shoulder as he jogs to catch up with Rey at the front of your procession.

“Hey, Y/N?” Poe says, nose buried in his datapad. You turn your head towards him. He glances up and promptly freezes. “Uh, I-” You raise a brow, confused.

“What?” you say, glancing behind you.

“Nothing, nothing,” he says a bit too quickly. You could’ve sworn his cheeks were bright red. From the cold, obviously. Obviously. “Could you check this over? You’re much better with this stuff than I am.” He gestures at his datapad, and you walk over, leaning down a bit to get a closer look at the document he’s drafting. Your eyes skim over the paragraphs, and he uses the opportunity to take you in.

You look...different. Good different, of course. Really, really good. Beautiful.

“Looks good overall,” you say, nodding. You point with your little finger to the third sentence of the first paragraph. “I’d switch that wording up a bit, it seems a little too formal.”

“Thanks,” he says, and you smile warmly at him. His heart threatens to explode right out of his chest.

“No problem!” you say cheerfully, and run to catch up with Finn and Rey by the Falcon. He follows suit, trekking faster through the fine white powder littering the ground. He pauses just outside the on-ramp. Finn notices and makes his way over, concerned.

“Hey, you alright?” he asks, and Poe’s head snaps up.

“Yeah, I just- I just got a bit flustered.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing, forget about it.” He bites his bottom lip, following his friend back into the ship.

Gods.

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Your Resistance

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

*this a continuation of the fic Our Resistance by fanfiction_trashpile on ao3!!*

Summary: After Poe abruptly leaving to join the resistance, you end up on Jakku. Will you ever see him again?

(on my ao3)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2

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Never Have I Ever

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: none besides Rose and Finn being conspiratorial little shits

Summary: You've always been too nervous to tell Poe how you feel. A night out after the end of the war may change that.

It feels surreal, to put it simply. It’s over. It’s finally over. For years, you’ve known nothing but chaos and panic and uncertainty. But now, you can leave all of it in the past. Palpatine’s gone. The war’s over.

Leaping from your x-wing, you spot Poe across the tarmac. He locks eyes with you, breaking into a huge, beaming grin. You sprint towards him, sporting an equally bright expression. He holds out his arms, and you leap into them. He spins around as you bury your face in his neck, laughing. He sets you down, placing his hands on your upper arms.

“We did it,” he breathes, and you nod in disbelief.

“We did it,” you repeat, still smiling. You’re about to compliment a particular barrel roll he’d pulled off earlier when Finn comes barreling over, wrapping him in a bear hug. You smile, walking away to grab some water and allow Poe some time with his friend.

He watches your retreating form with a faint smile, content with the universe for the first time in years. Finn looks at him with a knowing expression and nudges him with his elbow. Poe snaps his head around, cheeks flushed.

“You should tell her,” he says, and Poe’s eyes widen.

“No way,” he replies, carding a hand through his hair. “What if I fuck everything up?” Finn rolls his eyes.

“Poe, I love you, but you’re the most oblivious man I’ve ever met.” This earns him a shocked expression from the older man, and he laughs. “Trust me. Just tell her.” Poe opens his mouth to object, but loses what he was going to say as Rey walks up and wraps him and Finn in a hug.

You watch as the three embrace, smiling. You’re so proud of Poe your chest could burst. He’d handled that last battle with the grace and strategy you’ve seen in him time and time again. You hear footsteps headed your way and glance up, to find Rose standing next to you.

“Hey,” she says quietly, and you scooch to the left a bit to give her space to sit, patting the bench next to you. “It’s crazy, huh?”

“Yeah,” is all you can manage, but you can tell that she understands the magnitude of emotions contained in your reply. No words could encapsulate the feeling of joy and relief flowing through you.

“I heard Poe did some pretty amazing flying out there.”

You grin, nodding. “He really did. Per the usual, of course.” Smiling, she takes in the look of admiration on your face.

“You like him.” Not a question, just a statement. An observation. You look at her slowly and nod.

“I do,” you say, taking a sip of water from the canteen in your hand.

“He likes you, I think. From what Finn’s told me.” You splutter, choking on your drink.

“What?” you exclaim, face turning red as a tomato as you cough. She laughs loudly, and you shoot her a death glare. “If you’re pulling my leg I swear-”

“I’m not, I promise.”

Narrowing your eyes, you swallow another mouthful of water. “What exactly has Finn told you?”

“He’s caught Poe staring at you too many times to count, that damn idiot never shuts up about you, and once Rey saw him fiddling with his mom’s ring behind his back while talking to you,” she lists, ticking off the instances on her fingers.

“That doesn’t mean he likes me,” you point out, and Rose sighs. Ignoring her, you continue. “He could’ve just been spacing out, we’re friends, so he’s bound to talk about me, and he just has a thing about not being able to sit still. Those are just...normal Poe things.”

“What are?”

You whip your head around, to see him standing right behind you. Of course.

“Nothing,” you reply calmly, glowering at Rose as she tries to contain her laughter. “Just talking about that maneuver you did earlier. Very impressive.” He grins, clapping you on the shoulder.

“Thanks,” he laughs. “Anyways, we’re headed out to celebrate-” he gestures to Finn, Rey, and his squadron. “-would you guys wanna come?”

Rose nods excitedly, and you do the same. “Sounds awesome.”

The music in the bar pounds in your ears. Normally, you hate crowded, public settings like this - they stress you out. However, you decide to make a special exception for tonight. After all, you just saved the fucking galaxy.

Poe, expectedly, makes a beeline for the bar with Jess. They order several rounds of shots and bring the drinks back to the table the rest of you are sitting at. He slides into his spot next to you, his thigh brushing against yours.

“Ok,” he says loudly, so your group can hear him over the clamor of the establishment. “Never have I ever - pretty simple,” he adds when Rey shoots him a look of confusion. “We’ll go around the table. Someone will say something. If you’ve done what they say, you take a shot. Snap, you go first.”

“Ok, uh, never have I ever gone on a supply run hungover,” he replies, grinning. Poe groans, taking a shot. You gasp as Finn does, too.

“No!” you say, aghast.

“It was one time!” he shouts in defense of himself, and Rey chuckles.

“He threw up within the hour,” Rose says, and you snicker. Finn kicks the mechanic under the table.

“Alright, settle down,” Jess says, clearing her throat. She shoots a pointed glance at Karé. “Never have I ever flirted with a superior officer to get a different assignment.” The woman sighs, pouring liquor into her mouth. Blushing, you do the same. Poe gapes at you.

“You’re kidding me.”

“It wasn’t here,” you admit. “Navy stuff.” Snap laughs as he recalls the event you’re talking about. “I was about to get assigned janitorial duty for the seventh week in a row, so I insinuated some very...” you pause, grinning. “inappropriate things to my commander. He put me on guard duty on the bridge instead.”

A strange feeling flares in Poe’s chest as you and the others laugh about how flustered the officer had gotten, and his knuckles turn white as he clenches the table. You discreetly nudge his leg with your knee.

“You okay?” you ask quietly, and any jealousy he’s feeling melts away as he takes in the concern in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he nods. You smile.

“Cool.”

“Okay, okay,” Karé laughs, shooting a death glare at Jess. “Rose. Your turn.” She smiles conspiratorily at Finn, who nods at her, before glancing at you briefly. You send a befuddled look towards Rey, who simply shakes her head, shrugging.

You have a bad feeling about this.

“Never have I ever…” she trails off, scratching her chin animatedly. “Had a crush on a close friend.”

Your stomach drops. Rose giggles as she feels you tense up beside her.

“Fuck you,” you say, throwing back a shot. A barrage of gasps sounds from your friends. “Oh, grow up,” you laugh, and Finn chuckles. You glare at him, and he raises his hands in surrender. Slowly, Poe leans forward, grabs a shot, and knocks it back. You barely constrain your shock.

“Oh my gods WHO?” Karé squeals, clapping her hands together.

“That’s not part of the game,” Poe quips, offering her a smug expression. She turns hopefully to you, and you laugh.

“No way,” you say, shaking your head. She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout, before letting her mouth fall open.

“Is it someone here?” she asks breathlessly. You clear your throat, face heating.

“I’m gonna go get some fresh air,” you murmur, slipping out of the booth. Karé and Jess boo loudly at your excuse, but you just flip them off as you head outside.

A light breeze tangles its fingers in your hair and tugs at your shirt, small ripples moving along the fabric. You take a seat on a nearby bench, bringing your legs up and crossing them over each other. Fiddling with a loose thread on your sleeve, you glance upwards. The sky above is littered with small pinpricks of light, twinkling back at you.

A creaking noise sounds to your right, and you look back, to see the door to the bar open. You watch as Poe walks through it, puffing his top lip out and shoving his hands in his pockets. He glances in your direction. You offer him a small wave, which he returns, making his way over to where you sit.

“May I?” he asks, and you nod, turning your gaze upwards once more. He does the same, laying an arm across the back of the bench.

“I wonder how many of those we’ve flown by,” he wonders aloud, motioning to the countless stars and planets above you.

“Probably lots. We really went all over, huh?” He smiles, nodding. You stand, walking to the gate in front of the bar and leaning on it. Poe follows suit, bracing his forearms behind him as he leans back.

“Look, it’s stupid of me to ask, and you don’t have to answer, but...who was it?” You turn your head toward him, puzzled. He nods to the bar. “The game. That last question.” You scoot closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. The familiar gesture makes him smile.

“Eh, you don’t wanna know,” you say, and he chuckles.

“Oh, but I do.” You laugh. There’s a moment of silence (not uncomfortable - it never is with Poe) as you figure out how to word your next statement.

“It’s a bit complicated,” you admit, and he turns his head to look down at you.

“Oh?”

“I really like this person, but I also love how close I am with them right now. I’m worried that if they know, that…” you trail off, worried that voicing your concerns will bring them to fruition.

“That everything will change,” Poe finishes quietly. You swallow nervously. “That you could lose them, and you don’t know-” he takes a deep breath “-you don’t know what you would do if that happened.” You turn to face him as he leans up to stand straight, heart pounding in your chest so loud you swear he can hear it. His eyes flit down to your lips momentarily, and your breath hitches.

“Poe,” you say, barely above a whisper. His eyes lock onto yours, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

You open your mouth to continue, but your words die in your throat as he takes your face in his hands. Your whole body goes rigid, and he notices, starting to pull away. Panicking, you place your hands over his, silently reassuring him that it’s ok. He smiles softly, and your cheeks warm.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs, and you nod, heart racing. He brings his mouth down to yours tentatively, nose brushing against yours. You smile against his lips, bringing a hand up and burying it in his curls. He fits his hands to your waist, thumb gently brushing over your side. His lips taste like the tequila you’d both taken shots of in the bar, and it’s sweet on your tongue, reminding you of the nectar from the sapflowers back home on Naboo.

The two of you break apart, hot breaths mingling in the small space between you.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, smile as bright as a thousand suns, “how long I’ve wanted to do that.” His grin widens as you grow flustered, mouth twisting into a small smile.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” you say, eyebrows furrowing together. “I didn’t want to mess everything up, and there just wasn’t a good-”

“Hey,” he says gently, taking your hand. “It’s ok, you have nothing to be sorry for.” You smile.

“I really like you,” you say, and he laughs warmly, bringing a hand to your cheek.

“I really like you, too,” he responds, and you lean into the touch. “We should probably head back in, or they’re gonna think we abandoned ship.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you say.

Nobody says anything if they notice how you and Poe hold hands for the rest of the night, sitting closer than you usually do, talking only to each other.

It seems natural, if anything. Like it’s always been that way. Like it’s how it should be.

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A Wrench In the Gears

Pairing: Poe Dameron & Lesbian!Best friend!reader, background Rose Tico x reader (mentioned)

Summary: You've been wanting to tell Poe something for a while, and you finally get the courage to do it.

aka reader comes out to poe and he's the best friend ever

Word Count: 826

Warnings: Brief mentions of homophobia

A/N: I'm back!! tysm for being patient! decided to write this bc there's like zero fics like this for poe and my lesbian ass is TIRED anyways ily mwah happy reading

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You shove your hands into your pockets, doing your best to quell your nerves. Shit like this is never easy, but you want to do it. You really do.

It’s just hard.

Today was quiet. Fixing up Black One with Poe in the hangar while the two of you waited for the other half of your friends - Rey and Finn - to come back from a supply run had been a nice reprieve from how hectic life on base has been recently. Everything had been going smoothly until Rose had come over to offer her help and you’d, well, panicked. Let’s just say you dropped a not-so-light wrench on your foot and had to go to med bay.

Poe had been on your ass for the rest of the day, making you rest and pestering you about what had happened. You simply brushed him off throughout the course of his multiple attempts, laughing off his questions with a nervous heat in your cheeks and then dashing off with some excuse or the other.

Needless to say, your best friend didn’t take kindly to being ignored. You’d gone to ask him for the name of a ship part to put on an order list and he’d taken your datapad from you, scribbled it down, then stalked off, leaving you feeling guilty and upset with yourself.

He’d avoided you the rest of the day.

Standing outside of his quarters now, you take a deep breath. Your nerves make your stomach churn, and you try not to turn on your heel and bolt in the opposite direction.

Finally, you drum up the courage to knock, using the pattern the two of you had established to signify if one of you needed something important.

There’s a long moment of quiet before you hear a faint “Come in”.

Poe’s sitting at his desk, fiddling with a flap of metal and some bolts, tools littered across the flat expanse below his hands.

“Hey,” you say quietly, flinching slightly as his cold gaze meets your wary one. Sitting down on his bed, you kick off your shoes and then curl your feet under you. “Can we talk? About today?”

Poe takes a moment to think, before nodding reluctantly and setting down the scraps. He turns his chair around to face you, then sits back down.

“Sure. I’ll start. What the hell?”

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, pulling one of his extra blankets into your lap, threading your fingers in between the gaps between the strands of yarn. “I, uh…” trailing off, you guiltily meet his eyes, sighing. He raises his eyebrows, the coldness in his features slowly melting as he realizes there’s something troubling you.

“Is everything ok?” he asks, standing up and walking across the room to stand in front of you. He crouches down so he’s at your eye level, taking one of your hands.

“Yeah,” you say, nodding. “Well, sort of? I just need to explain why I acted the way I did. This is gonna be a lot easier for me if you just let me finish and don’t interrupt, ok? Just...yeah.”

“Sure,” he says, squeezing your hand. You offer him a weak smile.

“So, I hurt my foot because I dropped that tool on it.” Poe nods, remembering. “It was because Rose came over. It caught me a bit off guard, because, well…” Tears begin welling up in your eyes as your anxiety gets the better of you. “I may or may not have feelings for her. I have for a while. I don’t...I like women. Not men. And I didn’t know how you would feel about it, and I’m sorry for not telling you, but I just wasn’t- I wasn’t ready to tell anyone. But yeah, I guess that’s it. I’m sorry.”

You’re shocked to find Poe smiling at you when you finally meet his gaze again.

“You aren’t...upset?” you ask, confused. Poe looks taken aback.

“Of course not. Who you love doesn’t change anything about how I think about you. You’re still you. Hell, you’re more you. I love you so much, nothing could ever change that, ok?” he says, and you start crying in earnest. He panics, eyes widening. “Shit, did I say something wrong, I’m so s-”

“No, Poe, I just- I’m relieved,” you choke out, smiling tearfully at him.

“Aw, c’mere,” he says, sitting down next to you and opening his arms. You bury your face in his neck, and he wraps you in a tight hug, rubbing comforting circles on your back for as long as it takes for you to calm down.

“You’re a really good friend,” you say as you pull away after several minutes, smiling at him. He does a happy little shoulder dance.

“Duh.”

“It’s no fun if you agree with the compliment,” you groan, punching his shoulder playfully.

“It’s fun for me,” he points out, giving you a shit-eating grin.

“Fuck you.”

“Love you too.”

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