#watching the star wars sequel triology isn't enough

[fleurdreams]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. | 𝐩. 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. . . nickname shenanigans lead to a confession that has both you and poe speechless.  

✿𝆬 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . poe dameron x gn!reader

✿𝆬 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 . . . 1.4k 

✿𝆬 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 . . . fluffy soft!poe and a teeeeeny tiny bit of angst if you squint 

✿𝆬 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐒  . . . intended lower case, no use of y/n, english is not my mother tongue so please bare with my grammar, mentions of alcohol consumption.

— 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . i’m honestly so sad and frustrated bc my doodoo pc decided to conk up on me. i lost 2 drafts of this already but issok! i just kept on rewriting KJSDSKAJD so anyway i birthed this baby right here after attempting to flesh out three other fics that basically came into existence the very same way (i get sidetracked a lot) sO here’s my actual actual first post on this blog! :] this was supposed to be a short drabble for poe bc i’m so soft for the man i swear, but apparently drabbles are 100 words only, so here have a short fic. i decided to dip my toes into writing for the very first time so please be kind

after a very eventful night of shared laughter and a little too much drinks in the cantina to celebrate another successful mission, you and poe head back to your shared room.

he punches in the code while you two huddle together, giggling like idiots over anything and everything, uttering jokes beneath hushed voices. the door closes with a soft ‘woosh’. you haphazardly kick your shoes off, detaching yourself from poe as he fetches himself a glass of water to drink.

you situate yourself on the couch while poe puts on some holodrama you two picked up at the night market from some nearby planet on your way back.

for some odd reason, you find yourself dwelling on the fact that you came to realise early on into the night that poe had a nickname for almost everyone on base but you! while he would address you by your name on most occasions or his second in command during missions, you’d hardly even call those nicknames.

which you, in your slightly drunken state of mind, decide to take offence to. because you of all people, his bestest friend in the entire galaxy, didn’t even have some sort of weird epithet associated with your name in poe’s book! blasphemous!, you decide.

“poe! why can’t you give me a nickname like you do with snap and beebs?” you huff out from your spot on the couch, pouting as you cross your arms and slump further into the fabric.

“huh?” poe mutters, confused, as he kicks off his shoes, placing them next to the rug “what do you mean?”

“call me something cute like best friends do, dammit!” you whine as poe laughs at your fit.

he ponders on it for a bit, a lightbulb going off in his head as he sports a wicked smile. “i have the perfect one,” he says as he plops right next to you, smushing himself into your side as he snickers.

the close proximity and warmth of his skin mingling with yours sends a comforting buzz down your spine. you eye up at him, quirking a brow expectantly as you wait in anticipation.

“an accident.” he exclaims as he guffaws, eyes crinkling as he flails in his seat, slapping his knee.

his laughter is all-consuming as you gawk at him and feign hurt, pressing your palm atop your chest where your heart would be. “poe!” you shriek, eyebrows furrowing as you slap his chest as he nudges your side, boisterous laughter sizzling down.

poe’s hand comes up to ruffle your hair, “i’m kidding, starshine.” he soothes, grinning ear-to-ear, eyebrows wiggling as he finally delivers your request. you roll your eyes as you chuckle.

“do you not like being called that, m'lady?” he asks in a haughty yet comical accent “or would ‘princess’ be more up your alley?” he teases, pretending to think harder as you gag at the endearment.

“hmmmm, what about ‘sugarplum’? ‘my adorable honey bunchkins’?” he continues, listing down a plethora of ridiculously annoying sobriquets, batting his eyelashes your way.

you visibly cringe, chuckling and as you shove his side lightly, the both of you erupting in a fit of giggles at his antics.

“maker, those are terrible, poe! your nickname game is absolutely horrendous.” you laugh out as he clutches his chest in mock-offense, playfully scoffing.

“okay ms. give-me-a-nickname, let’s see you give this a shot then!” he challenges, a smile still on his face.

“actually, i do.” you say matter-of-factly, readjusting yourself so you sit more comfortable next to him, the playful atmosphere settling down as you quiet.

poe waits earnestly for your answer, humming in affirmation as an unspoken sign for you to continue as he rests his head on top of yours.

“well,” you begin as you trail off, contemplating on your next set of words, you decide to take a leap of faith, using your drunken surge of confidence to your advantage. “i actually wanted you to call me yours.” you admit bashfully, voice growing quiet as you finish your sentence. you train your eyes on the random holodrama you two put on earlier, too scared to meet his gaze.

poe stills at your admission, completely sobering up as his mind fails to comprehend what you just said, while yours ran a mile a minute. you feel yourself shrink in embarrassment as you take in his supposed rejection.

‘stupid me! why would you even say that?’ you internally admonish yourself, blaming your horrid decision making skills on the alcohol running through your system.

you feel yourself grow self-conscious all of a sudden, the silence sobering you up as if someone poured a cold bucket of ice water on you.

you can’t help but succumb to your self-depreciative tendencies, internally beating yourself up over misinterpreting the situation. was he not flirting with you? kriffing hell, leave it up to you for reading friendly banter as something more. of course poe wouldn’t be interested in you like that.

but before you could wallow in self-pity for any longer, poe speaks up, snapping you out of your stupor.

“darling,” he starts, hooking his finger under your chin to bring your eyes up to face him, the eye contact making your heart race. your heart hammers loudly in your chest and for a second, you wonder if he could hear how he was making you feel. “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to call you mine.” he admits breathlessly, capturing your lips in for a kiss shortly after.

his lips move in tandem with yours, practically melting into one another. he tastes faintly of the jet juice you two were dared to chug down hours earlier, notes of your strawberry lip smacker thrown into the mix.

his hand comes up to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. you relax into his touch, melting like putty under his hands as he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. you can feel his breath fan your lips as he looks at you with newfound adoration, his skin tinged pink.

“poe…” your words die in your throat as you realize what he’s said, mind still hazy from the kiss.

“honey, if only you knew how i’ve been yours ever since you called me a hotshot flyboy.” he interrupts and his confession has you absolutely floored as you act before you think, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt for another kiss, one that spoke volumes as the onslaught of repressed feelings from over the years came crashing over you two like a broken dam.

breaking away, you two hold each other for a moment, relishing in the feeling of the other. a few beats of silence pass by before you speak up, “hey, poe..?” you call nervously, self-doubt festering in the back of your mind at how unbelievable this all seemed.

“yes, love?” he replies, a hand combing softly through your hair, fingers toying with a strand.

“is this another way of messing with me— loving me like this?” you ask, doubt evident in your voice as your insecurities gnaw at you.

looking up, your eyes catch his, his demeanor contrasts yours. his eyes alone spoke volumes of just how sure he was of you. you could hear confidence in the way he spoke.

“baby, unlike my jokes, my love for you is one of the only things i take as seriously as i do. i promise you, i’m not making fun of your feelings, i’m making your feelings valid.” he reassures you, and you scold yourself for even doubting him in the first place.

“i can’t believe it..” you whisper, looking up at poe with bright eyes, expression softening as your fear melts away.

“well you better believe it, shnookums. you’re stuck with my cute ass now.” he laughs, and you chuckle. “you’re insufferable, you know that?” you huff out in annoyance, a smile betraying your tone.

“oh, but you love me for it.” he says, as he looks at you with fondness reserved for you, and you alone.

“yeah-” you pause, trailing off as your smile grows, taking in his features— the way they’re looking at you as if you hung the moon and stars themselves, the way his eyes wrinkle when he laughs, and the freckles that ghost his cheeks from staying out flying in the sun for far too long. “yeah i do.” you breathe out, voice barely above a whisper.

“you are mine.” he says as he presses a kiss onto the top of your head, “as i am yours.” he finishes.

“i love you, flyboy.” you mumble as sleep lulls you in, comfortable in poe’s embrace. his warmth coaxes you further and right then and there do you decide that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than with poe. your poe.

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