While Chatting With @kllmongrs About Some Ideas I Posed The Question That Has Been Rattling Around In

While chatting with @kllmongrs​ about some ideas I posed the question that has been rattling around in my brain recently. What would Poe Dameron do if he found out his SO didn’t want children?

I’ve only ever seen Poe depicted as “that family guy”, thinking about raising his kids on Yavin IV and teaching them to fly like his mom taught him. So, I said that if the question were to act as muse food, Ella could happily use it - even the answer was up for grabs. Would Poe freak out a bit and know this was the end? Would he think ‘oh thank the Maker...’?

I am happy to say I got my answer today (and there is nothing crappy about your writing Ella!). It was a hard read only in the sense that I’ve been there, I’ve had that conversation with a guy who claimed to love me - and our conversation went over about as well as a MMA fight between a 275 lbs prime fighter and a 98 lbs freshman.

Please give “Family Man” a read and be wowed as I was <3 

family man - poe dameron one shot

character: poe dameron (star wars)

requested by @imaginecrushes

words: 2542

prompts: you’re angry with me, i know and i know exactly how this ends, both from this list.

warnings: angst (did u rly expect anything else from me?), talk about death and war, crappy writing.

summary: poe and the reader share different views about their future.

author’s note below.

“Poe, can we drop this already?”

The door to their chamber slams closed harshly as Poe is practically stepping on (Y/N)’s toes, adamant to getting the answer he wants. (Y/N) wipes her face with her hands exhaustedly as she realizes there is no way her boyfriend is going to let this argument die easily, BB8 humming worriedly besides her as she pulls at her hair in exasperation. Poe fails to see the warning radiating from her posture and keeps on pushing, placing himself in front of her as the discussion continues.

“Why can’t we talk about this?” he presses, watching (Y/N)’s every move as if he could find an answer there. (Y/N) refuses to give herself up that easily.

“Because there’s nothing to talk about, Poe.” (Y/N) shoots back, glaring up at her boyfriend when she stands up but he blocks her way anywhere, unable to escape the conversation she’s been dreading to have ever since they got together. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

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Little Dameron P4 [Modern!AU] | Poe Dameron

Part 3

A/N: This one is a great balance of things. I hope you like it! Things are about to get interesting 😈

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2100+

“Andres,” Poe asked, biting down on his lip, “mijo, papa needs to talk to you about something important, okay?” Poe waited for Andrés to nod before continuing. The boy obviously confused. “You know Y/N isn’t Mommy, right?” He asked.

Andrés stuck his head to the side for a moment, trying to comprehend what Poe was telling him.

“Mommy had to go away?” Andres asked, it was something Poe would tell the boy before whenever he asked for her.

Poe nodded his head, “Yeah, Mommy had to go away. But Papa loves Y/N, and Y/N isn’t Mommy,” he said.

Andres still looked a little confused but spoke up again, “But Y/N, she can be Mommy too!” he concluded happily.

A smile found it’s way onto Poe’s face, “Yeah, I suppose she can,” he nodded, “just make sure she’s okay with that before you call her Mommy,” Poe said.

“I will!” Andrés said happily.

Later, after you and Poe made up from your silly argument, you went back to Poe’s. Finn was there watching over Andrés as he slept, just to be sure that nothing went wrong. A round of congratulations met Finn’s ears and he smiled with a blush.

You and Poe made your way up to the bedroom, promptly falling asleep after changing into your pyjamas.

Around three that morning, you heard a soft cry. You glanced over, seeing Poe still half asleep, light snores falling from his opened mouth. You quietly pulled yourself from the bed, padding your way to Andrés room.

He wasn’t crying too hard, but his face was soaked with tears, and small knuckles turned white, clutching Philip in his hand. A loud cracks of thunder rang overhead, surprising you.

“I’m here, Andrés,” you cooed, pulling the boy up into your arms. Andrés hid himself into your chest. “It’s just a storm, it can’t hurt you in here,” you assured the boy, but it didn’t help his troubled mind.

You continued to hush and soothe Andrés, his cries turning into nothing more than puffy eyes and a sniffling nose. You brought him downstairs in attempt to not wake Poe with his crying. You flicked on the TV, playing a movie to try and distract the boy from the raging storm outside.

“You feeling sleepy yet?” you asked, hugging him close to your chest as he sat on you back watching the TV.

Andrés curls brushed on your chin as he shook his head, content in your arms. The storm couldn’t hurt him here.

“Are you sweepy?” Andrés asked looking up at you.

You smiled down at him, “A little, but I don’t mind staying up with you,” you said.

Andrés looked trouble for a moment, turning around in your lap to look at you. “Can I call you Mommy?” he asked after a long silence.

You felt your heart flutter at the question. A smile reached your lips and you nodded your head, words gone from your mind. You pulled Andrés in tightly to your chest. His small arms wriggled around until they latched around you.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “You can call me Mom any time you want,” you said, your heart swelling with affection.

By the time the movie ended, you and Andrés had fallen asleep on the sofa. Poe woke up to an empty bed, he furrowed his brow, assuming you just got up to go to the bathroom. But after ten minutes and you weren’t back, he got out of the bed, finding your slippers gone from their normal place. What time was it? He glanced down, his eyes widening seeing it was almost noon.

He had never slept in this long before, at least, not since Andres.

“Y/N,” he called leaving the room, he peaked in Andrés room seeing he wasn’t there. “Mijo?” he called padding down the stairs.

The house was completely empty, your slippers sat by the door and your car gone from the driveway. Did you have Andrés with you? You must.

Scratching his head he went to get his phone to call you, but he heard the gravel turning under rubber. He glanced out the window seeing you stepping out of the car a wide grin on your face. You went to the back and grabbed Andrés. He clapped happily as you dove back into the backseat of your car for something else.

“What the?” Poe furrowed his brow seeing what hopped out of the car after you. Poe went to the door pulling it open, “What is this?”

Poe couldn’t help but laugh watching the small puppy bounce around the yard after Andrés.

You grinned sheepishly at him, still holding onto the retractable leash. You walked up next to Poe, “Andrés said he wanted a dog,” you said innocently.

“So you got a dog?” Poe asked.

Andrés bounded over to you, reaching for the leash, “Can I hold him?”

You smiled, passing on the leash, “just be careful, sweetie,” you said.

Andrés ran off, the pup leaping behind him, “Y/N,” Poe said, unsure of how to feel, “A dog?” he asked.

“He can stay at my place if it’s too much, but,” you stopped, turning to watch Andrés running around the yard with the dog, “how can you say no to that? Plus, it will teach him lots about responsibility and he will have the most wonderful friend ever!”

Poe let out a sigh, chuckling to himself, “What’s his name?”

“Andy wants to call him BeeBee.”

Poe watched his son as he fell to the ground, the small puppy towering over him and licking his face, leaving Andrés breathless with the amount of giggles that left him. A smile reached his lips and he looked over at you.

“You seem to always know what’s best for my boy,” he said wrapping an arm around you.

You nodded your head, you tilted your head up to look at him, biting back the smile that fought it’s way onto your face, “He asked to call me Mom,” you told him, the same swelling happiness filling you as you replayed the moment. “I just hope that’s okay with you.”

Poe nodded, his smile never once faltering, “I wouldn’t want anyone else to help me raise him.”

+

You walked out of the dressing room for what felt like the millionth time, modelling yet another dress for Rey. You we’re trying on bridesmaids dresses for her, Rose and Jessika were also supposed to be here, but you however we’re the only one available. Rey scrunched her nose in distaste, after making you twirl a few times and shooed you back off to the dressing room. Five minutes getting out of the old dress and into the new one and you were on your way modelling once more for her. Her eyes brightened this time, a smile dancing along her lips.

It was an elegant deep purple dress that fell off the shoulder, synching at the waist and flowing to the floor with a slit half way up your leg. You both turned hearing a low whistle.

“Damn, you look good in purple,” Poe said, not bothering to hide the fact he was admiring the dress on you.

“Poe, what are you doing here?” Rey asked smiling.

“Well, I got a text asking me to save a certain girlfriend of mine,” he winked at you.

Rey turned back to you, “I’m sorry,” she said, “I know you’ve done a lot for me today.”

You smiled shaking your head, “It was just supposed to be a complaining message to help get me through those last dresses. I didn’t expect him to turn up,” you said.

“Well I don’t think there’s any need to try on more, I am in love with this one,” she said smiling. “Just let me get a picture for Rose and Jess. If they’re on board, you’re good to go until the bachelorette party,” Rey grinned.

“Time really is flying,” you said.

“You know, Rey, I think that the purple will go amazing with the beige suits the groomsmen have,” Poe commented, still looking you up and down.

“You are absolutely right about that,” Rey nodded in agreement.

She clicked a photo of you to send to the other two girls while you went and changed back into your normal clothes. You came back out, slightly warm from dressing and undressing so many times.

“I will text you if the girls like the purple too, okay?” Rey said.

You nodded, smiling, “And if you need me to model again, I won’t say no.”

Rey chuckled, pulling you in for a hug, “Thank you for helping today,” she said.

“I really don’t mind, Rey,” you assured her.

“Oh! My husband-to-be is here! Bye!” she waved to you and Poe, rushing out of the shop to meet with Finn.

Poe and you followed suit, leaving the shop. It was nearing four in the afternoon, which meant it was almost time to get Andrés from daycare. You stepped into his car, sitting back in the seat and letting out a long breath.

“Long day?” Poe asked.

“Long week,” you corrected. “Lot’s of wedding planning, and work, it’s been crazy.”

“We’ll go home and relax,” Poe said reaching over and taking your hand. “Speaking of home… I was thinking. You’re already there most days anyway,” Poe stole a glance at you, “How would you like to make that official? I mean – move in with me and Andy?”

You looked over at Poe, a smile gracing your features, “Poe I would love that,” you said squeezing his hand. “I’m already there enough, it’s not like I don’t live there already,” you chuckled.

“My thoughts exactly,” Poe smiled. He stopped the car, at the usual pick up spot he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, “I’ll be right back,” he said getting out of the car.

Poe walked into the daycare, a smile coming to his face when Andrés was already bounding his way. He leaned down picking the boy up off the ground.

“Hello my little mijo,” Poe cooed.

“Hi Papa,” Andrés giggled.

“I hope you were good today,” Poe set him back down to get him ready to leave.

“I was! I even got a sticker!” he exclaimed happily, showcasing the sticker he had worn on his chest.

Poe helped the boy into his jacket and hat, thanking the daycare workers and heading out with Andrés in his arms. He stopped short, all breath leaving him as he was stopped in his path by a face he never expected to see.

“Poe,” she drawled, that toxic voice dripping with venom. He thought might puke.

“What are you doing here, Sarah?” Poe asked, his voice wavering, but his hold on Andrés tightening.

Sarah dared another step forward, causing Poe to take a step back, “I wanted to see my son,” she said with a wicked grin.

Poe suddenly felt an anger rush through him, he opened his mouth to speak when you stepped up next to him.

“Mommy!” Andrés exclaimed happily, reaching out to you.

“Hi bud,” you smiled taking him from Poe, you saw how unsettled he became and figured it’d be best to step in. You looked between Poe and the woman, “Is there a problem?” you asked feeling the tension growing.

Poe looked at you, his eyes desperate, “Can you get Andy in the car? I’ll be right there.”

You nodded and said no more as you went off to get Andrés buckled into the warm car. Poe’s gaze turned back to Sarah, stepping closer to her, his eyes deadly as he stared her down.

“Andrés is not your son.”

“Oh but he is,” Sarah said.

“I got the custody for him, he is my son. You are just the bitch who abandoned him.”

Sarah’s hand flinched, ready to go to her old defenses. But she stopped herself from doing so, “We’ll it certainly looks like you’ve got a new bitch trained to watch over him,” she said, her eyes watching you carefully.

“How did you find me?”

Sarah shrugged, “That doesn’t matter. I’ll see you around, darling,” she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, but Poe was quick to shove her away.

“You don’t get to touch me,” he warned before stalking off to the car.

He sat down, letting out a long breath he didn’t know he was holding in. His fingers gripped onto the steering wheel tightly, his tan skin faded to white. Suddenly, he felt your hand over his. Soft, slightly cold, familiar. He relaxed his grip, pushing back everything he felt growing inside of him.

“What was that about?” you asked.

Poe’s leg shook, he looked over at you and you could see the years of pain behind his eyes. He bit down hard on his lip, taking a few more calming breaths before speaking up again.

“That was my ex-wife.”

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What if this is how Ben fell to the dark side? He was without balance for his first ten years of life and succumbed to Snoke’s whispers?

Hey did you know that Rey is 19 and Kylo is around 29? :0 isn’t that crazy?

Well, if this were real life I might give that a side-eye. But, you know, given that this is the same universe where we’re supposed to believe Kylo’s granddaddy was conceived via immaculate-ish conception (still my biggest WTF in this entire universe, tbh) it doesn’t really phase me. 

Mentally, emotionally, and in every other possible way they are two halves of the same whole. They are the only people in the entire galaxy who can understand what the other is going through. They’re both adults, and so to me their actual, chronological age matters very little. At least that’s how I view it. 

Can you imagine what it would be like for the smallest ‘squash in the group?

“Haha! Johnny has a human sized dick!”

Of course, then there’s always Dave...

I am in desperate need of brain bleach.

if you’re referring to my big foot post…

BIG FOOT GOT A BIG DICK. FACE IT!