#pre-flight check

“Life day.”

“Yep,” comes the cheerful, albeit strained, the response from beneath the Falcon’s main console, “Life Day.”

The Millenium Falcon has been acting up. Not to say it hadn’t always acted up — this ship was notorious for its faults which somehow made it all the more horribly wonderful. It’s hour six of repairs. 

You’re beginning to question if it’s worth it.

“Kashyyyk,” you reiterate as your hands fall along your waist and your head cocks ever-so-slightly to the side, “Kahyyyk on Life Day.”

Poe — sorry — General Dameron lets out a celebratory ‘aha!’ as he finds the pesky ignition wires in question and gives them both a good yank. From your spot above him in the cockpit, you can hear those back engines cough to life. Finally.

As Poe ambles up, you can’t help but eye him with the sort of reserved fondness he is able to worm out of you every time. His curls are in disarray and his flight suit hangs open, but there’s a glimmer of mischief in his deep brown eyes that has you shaking your head.

“You know they have spiders the size of your X-wing on Kashyyyk, right?”

As Poe begins to weave through the belly of the Falcon, you follow.

Your comment earns you a skeptical side-eye. You raise your hands.

“Just saying!”

“And all I’m saying is that Life Day is especially important to the Wookies,” Poe says as he spins on his heel and strolls backward, “And I think we owe it to Chewie to, y’know, bring him home for the holidays. We can have a little holiday ourselves. Relax. Take a load off. We just won a war.”

You purse your lips.

“...And if we get eaten by gargantuan spiders?”

Poe pauses. He wets his lips.

Then he shrugs.

"As long as I’ve had some Wookie delicacies before we die,” he grins, “Other wise, we had a good run, didn’t we?”

You snort. He muscles an arm around your shoulder.

are you a fan of the series pre-flight check, penned by the lovely @whirlybirbs​ starring the so-handsome-it-should-be-illegal oscar isaac as the one and only rebel pilot poe dameron? or should i say poe damn son

then may i present for your listening pleasure, system anomaly: a pre-flight check fanmix!

✧   —   REUNITED.  ;

summary: poe is gone for a week scouting the unknown regions. punchy realizes this reunion will the first of many in the war. set pre-TFA.

pairing: poe dameron x punchy!reader, from pre-flight check series.

warnings: some light, nostalgic angst - mostly since i’ve neglected these two and wanted you all to feel my guilt. soft “miss you”s. 

a/n: you read that right. who would have thought i’d be back, ruining you all with more of my two loves? here’s some poe + punchy for your quarantine. let me know what you think… even if it’s all caps screams. i love hearing what you guys think about these two.

“Lieutenant!”

They’re back.

You’re trading small talk with Jessika, gloved hands on the hips of your grease stained jumpsuit, when the familiar voice crosses the open hangar to greet you — the man attached to it is rushing to match Snap’s strides as they both cross the tarmac; there’s a look of worry plastered across both their faces.

You blink. Your brows knot together. This is… anything but the reunion you’d expected after Poe being gone for a weeklong mission in the Unknown Regions. 

Your head follows Snap and Poe as they move towards Command. Wordlessly, he spares you a look that says I’ll explain later. It’s apologetic.

Poe touches your arm when he passes. He draws you into his orbit, reminds you he so much of the sun to your moon, and speaks gently. Professionally. Without mush or sweetness or all the other ways he is when you’re alone.

… The way you’ve both come to act around the others. 

“After debrief,” he says, “A word, yea?”

Something’s going on.

✧   —   EMPTY HANGAR.  ;

summary: poe and punchy are bad at keeping their feelings hidden.

pairing: poe dameron x punchy!reader, from pre-flight check series.

warnings: sappy, soft and romantic. have i mentioned they’re in love?

a/n: hehehehhehehe, oops. let them! sneak off! and make out! i am rereading the poe dameron comics and really collecting a lot of good screenshots of our boy. loving sigh. anyways, maybe some make-out’s are in our near future. ;-)

It’s nights like these that Poe wishes he could remember forever.

He wonders, in the quieter moments of the old war, if his parents had moments like this — if they lingered outside the base’s cantina after closing with their friends. If they hung onto those last moments before breaking for the night, just enjoying a group of people tied together by laughter and easy smiles and bliss from the warm summer air dancing around them. 

He hopes they did. He hopes his father back home remembers them the way Poe wishes he could remember this when he’s old and tired.

(Does Kes remember his wife smiling like starlight? Laughing at nothing and... happy? Does Kes remember the way Shara caught his eye, or the way they felt like there was no one else around them? Did the world fall away, and did they have all that love to themselves?)

There’s anticipation crackling deep in his chest now, and even though it’s warm, Poe’s bouncing like he’s fighting off a chill.

Black Leader muscles his hands into his jacket pockets and widens his stance, listening happily to L’ulo and Snap trade jabs — the whole squadron hangs on the lighthearted ribbing, grinning and mulling about. All with no rush to leave. 

Poe isn’t really paying attention to the conversation — more so you, and the way you’re smiling at him like he’s the only person here. Under the stars, you look beautiful; bathed in moonlight and every bit the other half of his heart. It feels stupid to be so gobsmacked by the sight of you like this all of a sudden... But he can’t help it. 

Maybe it’s rose colored glasses. Maybe it’s the hope that when the war is done and the First Order is snuffed out, nights like this can be a regular. 

You grin. Your eyes narrow a bit at his stance — questioning it amusedly — and Poe’s grin splits wider. You didn’t think it possible, but... The sight of it is like a punch to the chest. It kicks your heart into a giddy swell. He’s handsome.

Very handsome.

Poe shrugs, and you roll your eyes, and the silent conversation between you both is suddenly caught by Karé. 

Karé catches the slow jut of a jaw — Poe’s eyes are alight with something mischievous when he blinks towards the empty hangar where their ships reside. Karé sees you then drop your smile to the ground and toe the dirt. 

Then you wink at him.

A wink...?

... Oh.

Oh

Oh my god.

You’re not paying attention to the fact Karé is gripping Snap’s sleeve in pure shock because you’re too busy thinking about how much you want to kiss Commander Poe Dameron.

And Poe’s just as lost in the thought as you are.

"Alright,” Karé says slowly playing off her sudden realization that Snap is right, he’s so, so, so right about you and Poe, “I think it best we call it a night, huh?”

Snap’s hand squeezes hers. He sees it when Karé wrings his wrist — the pilot wets his lips and drops his head. He coughs, then smiles. He knew it.

“S’ gettin’ late.”

“Yeah,” Poe pushes from his stance. His gaze finally pulls from you as he sighs, “It is. Early morning tomorrow, too.”

A round of groans fleets around the squadron. 

“In fact... I think I might run a quick diagnostic on my engine —”

“You, uh,” you pipe up, “You want a hand? Just for a bit...”

“Oh,” a high sound, “I mean it’s late... You don’t have to —”

You wave it off with a laugh. “No, really — I’ll be quick.”

Karé hates how bad you two are at this. She’s torn between wanting to smack Snap out of sheer joy and laugh at Poe’s attempt to seem nonchalant. 

Poe’s voice is slow. “Sure, Punch. Thanks... That’d be great.”

A shrug. You can hardly look away from him. 

Gods, you’re beautiful. Poe straightens himself up a bit and swallows down his lovesick look. He rubs the back of his head as the group begins to disperse... 

“Alright, uh, ‘night everyone.”

“Night, Poe.”

“Night, Punch,” Karé shoots you a wink, “Get some shut eye, yea?”

You nearly choke.

✧   —   BEHIND-THE-SCENES.  ;

summary: poe and snap catch up. the wampa in the room is dodged.

pairing: poe dameron x punchy!reader, from pre-flight check series.

warnings: just poe staring lovingly at punchy from across the cantina.

a/n: it’s about time someone started asking questions, don’t you think? after all, every starpilot romance is destined to have a rocky take-off... or is it? anyways, enjoy me doing some dialogue work for poe as a warm up :-)

“So... You and the Lieutenant...?”

Snap has been one of Poe’s closest friends for as long as he can remember. 

It’s not to say the rest of squadron isn’t equally as important to the flight leader —  in fact, Poe Dameron would lay his life on the line for any of Black Squadron. All of them are his friends; people who he wouldn’t be able to live without, but Snap and Poe... 

They got along easy. Natural. Bonded over having rebel parents and being in this fight long before they ever joined the Resistance. It just made sense that they’d be this close, chattering over nothing and everything over warm beers in the base’s cantina. 

Poe, swigging his drink, casts Snap a look.

(It’s one he’s been working on. Hiding your relationship was just the smart thing to do. If it wasn’t the regs, then it was the rumors and... you both wanted to spare each other from the run-around as much as you could. The only problem is that the sheer mention of you is enough to light up his face, and Poe Dameron is a terrible liar.) 

Immediately, the bearded man to Poe’s left raises his hands. “Listen — I think it’s nice, y’know... I’m happy for you.”

“It’s nothing, Snap,” Poe says, leaning back, “Really.”

Snap narrows his eyes. “Poe.”

“I’m serious!” a high and tight laugh, “Really, it’s, uh — we’re just friends.” 

“I know you and Punchy smoothed over whatever was going on between you but...” Snap raises a brow, “You’ve been staring. All night. You don’t stare at me like that. And I’m you’re friend, too.”

“What, do you want me to? Stare at you, I mean?”

“I’m just sayin’ —”

Poe’s gaze reflexively jumps back to you and your spot across the bar; you’re chattering with the girls, enveloped in some sort fo rowdy conversation that carries laughter up and over the music. Even under the scrutiny of Snap, Poe can’t help the way his features soften at the sight of you —  you’re all cozied up between Jessika and Karé, sipping your own drink and watching the game of cards play out on the table in-front of you.

“See.”

Snap shoulders Poe.

“See what?”

Snap rolls his eyes. “I know that look, Poe.”

“What look?” he nearly cries, laughing painfully, “She’s great and all, but —”

“But, what?” Snap leans on his elbow, jutting his chin your way, “It’s against regulation? Because I know it’s not hard feelings. Those went away a while ago. Before Spira.”

That shuts Poe up — the uncomfortable silence is enough to let Snap know he’s right, and the pilot just shrugs. It’s clearly a point of tension, but whatever is going on behind the scenes has left both his Commander and his Lieutenant in particularly good moods. Snap really can’t say he’s complaining.

Or that he blames Poe. 

When him and Karé had first gotten together, there was plenty of word following them around. And they were the same rank. Snap knows his friend’s hesitation lays within the potential difficulty of violating the New Republic Navy’s fraternization rule... 

“Alright, alright,” Snap eases up, “I don’t wanna wring it outta you. But, if you ever wanna talk about it... y’know — off the books and not here...”

Poe’s smile oozes thanks and kindness. 

“I know, Snap.”

– look

summary: you and poe kissed. now, you’re… giddy.pairing: poe dameron x punchy!reader, from this series.a/n: they’re gonna be grossly sappy and we all know it

Poe, arms crossed and trying his best to focus on the holo-projection before him, swallows down his self-composure before stealing one more look your way.

Through the glowing orb projections gently careening around the room, you stand out like a nova-cluster. Bathed in blue, your own attention is turned to the plot of the Unknown Region and Leia’s words about the fueling station the First Order has commandeered. His own attention should be on the same thing – but, instead, he’s busy staring at you and watching you fuss with your bottom lip as you listen.

Jessika leans to whisper something to you mid-debrief, prompting you to nod – in the sea of the Resistance Starfighter Corp pilots gathered, you’re like the sun. Warm and bright and beautiful and Poe watches intently as you lean back in your seat, cross your legs, and chew your lip.

It’s funny to think that last night he was kissing those same lips. 

-- OOP THERE IT IS

summary: THEY FINALLY FUCKING KISS.pairing: poe dameron x punchy!reader, from this seriesa/n: oh this is emo

You avoid him for five days after the bitter exchange in the hangar.

Five whole, terrible days where Poe is left to figure out that he, officially, can’t just... function without you in his life. He’s a mess. Moody and angry and a little lost.

The five days also are enough time for him to finally work out that he is the world’s biggest, bantha-headed dumb-ass. Snap and L’ulo and Oddy had been kind enough to remind him plenty the night before, when he regaled them with his current dilemma of having feelings for his Lt. 

And now, Poe is rooted outside your door at 0128 hours, worried fussing with his hands. 

He knocked a handful of moments ago, throwing his caution to the wind and deciding he needs to do something -- because war is very much on the horizon and he’s been enough of an idiot for this long. He can’t ignore it anymore. It’s... it’s just not possible.

You buzz the door open with a peeved look on your face.

(He ignores the over-sized t-shirt and lack of bottoms; he has to. His heart is -- he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t just... focus.)

“What do you want...?”

“Can... Can we talk?”

Your gut sinks. You wonder if this is it -- if he’s finally worked it through and figured out your feelings for him and he’s here to cut it short before you’ve able to let it die. You wonder if tonight is the night Poe Dameron is finally going cut through your heartstrings with an apology and a smile.

You don’t say anything, just let him come into your room. Immediately, you can see the tiredness on his face; you chew the inside of your lip and settle on the edge of your bed. 

“So?”

Poe swallows.

And it just rushes out.

“You’re my favorite person in the world.”

Your brows knot and Poe can see you blink in the light of the dim lamp on your nightstand. You’re about to say something -- about to open your mouth and question him, but he keeps going.

“You are... important to me. And I care about you. You’re... You’re my Lieutenant, but you’re also my friend.”

You narrow your eyes, heart stinging.

“I’m... I’m confused,” you laugh sharply, upset pointing your words.

“I... I always think like that -- those things... I’m realizing now that I have been an idiot and those things... they’re not bad things.”

“Poe,” you breathe, rubbing your nose, “If all of this is just about wanting to stay friends, then just say that, please.”

His whole face falls.

“No, no no no,” he rushes out, waving his hands quickly as he steps forward, whining a bit, “That’s the -- damn it, Punchy, that’s the exact opposite of what I’m trying to say right now.”

Your head snaps up.

“... What?”

He deflates in relief. “Yes!”

“No -- I... What?”

“You’re my friend and I care about you and you’re my Lieutenant, but that doesn’t negate the fact I’ve been thinking about kissing you for weeks and it’s driving me up the damn wall --”

His words trail off, eyes stuck to you on the edge of your bed looking like you’re about to get up and run. Poe, suddenly, realizes that maybe he made a mistake. Maybe this whole thing was a big mistake. And... well. Now, he’s freaking out.

“I’m sorry --”

“N-No --”

“You’re... No, I am sorry, this is... I shouldn’t have -- it’s late.”

“Shut up,” you breathe, standing and shaking your head, “God, Poe, just shut up.”

And you kiss him. 

You kiss him like you’ve wanted to for a long time now -- your fingers creep into the curls at the base of his neck as your other hand holds his jaw. It’s the kind of kiss that works an immediate reaction out of Poe, who in a desperate attempt to catch his breath, pulls away and speaks:

“Is -- I’m just...? Is this okay...?” he manages to mumble before you drag him back in, lips pressing contently to yours as you grin, arms slung around his neck as his hands find your waist. He kneads your hips, hands leaving burning trails under your sleepwear. 

His trail a bit higher as he bites at your lip, thumb sweeping against your ribs and earning a muttered whine. 

“Careful --”

“Sorry --”

It’s you who pulls away this time, nose touching his, as you try and catch your breath, swallowing slowly. “What about --”

“Forget the fraternization article,” he pleads, lips moving to sweep across your cheeks as his hands find your cheeks and he holds your face, “Just for right now, alright? A-And -- and when I’m done kissing you, we’ll figure it out. But, I have some time I need to make up for.”

Poe smothers your airy laugh with another kiss. And another.