This Is Not Only Amazing But A Reminder.

This is not only amazing but a reminder.

welcome to the age of female superheroes

Yet something made him see you and go, 'Yes, give me the one who falls off of things and walks into walls’.

How can you not fall in love with a fic which contains a line like that! 

quixotic | Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: Ah, hopefully this is as cute as I attempted to make it! Quixotic means exceedingly idealistic; unrealistic and impractical. It seemed fitting for such a sweet thing!

Rating: T.

Warning: Falling. Drunkenness. Sexual references. Brief, vague mention of the Star Wars equivalent of a spider if that exists?

Word count: 2,454 is what I’m getting so!

Prompt: “Is this a habit of yours? Falling off of stuff?”

“Only when you’re there to catch me.” (as requested by an anon from this list of Disney prompts)

You were sure you would never forget the first time you had an actual interaction with Poe outside of commands and polite acknowledgement of each other’s existence.

It was equal parts embarrassing and sweet. And a little romantic, though you weren’t going to say that out loud.

You had just gotten back from a mission, climbing out of your ship, helmet off and tucked under your arm, moving towards the ladder. What you hadn’t realized was that you had brought back part of some slimy plant from a planet on the bottom of your boot, which caused you to slip and go flailing towards the floor.

Your helmet clattered to the cement and you closed your eyes in preparation to do the same thing. How many bruises were you going to get from this? Enough to make flying to your next mission very painful, you were sure.

However, rather than feeling the hard ground against your all-too-human body, you felt something that must have been a person’s arms.

“You that excited to see me? It hasn’t been that long since we left the planet.”

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I very much feel as though I’m channeling my inner Luis at the moment because holy geez, give @tintinwrites a request and somehow magic happens! Seriously though, not only do I get to read a Poe fic (YAY!), that takes place in a very SVU-verse (double YAY!) but somehow some of my most inner thoughts/worries are somehow channeled through the heroine of the fic! It’s like you read my mind @tintinwrites!! 

the wasted years | Modern Poe Dameron x Reader

Request: “Modern AU Poe and a couple of coworkers go to a small theater and see PotO (your choice if it’s the play or movie). At the end of the night everyone says their goodbyes and Poe + heroine start walking in the same direction to get to their respective homes. Poe notices the heroine is quieter than normal and finds her emotional over the Phantom’s outcome  (she identifies with him? perhaps self esteem about her looks or just having zero luck in finding love, <insert reason here>). Bonus points if somehow their attraction to one another comes out and they get together!” from @imaginecrushes

A/N: I like it when people let me tap into my love of PotO! Also, why do I keep imagining them being part of SVU that MAKES NO SENSE

Rating: T

Warning: Low self-esteem?

Word count: 1,000, apparently!

Prompt: This is from the above request, but it also falls right into place with ‘Value Me: a drabble about one character telling another how they feel about them’ (requested by an anon from this list of prompts)

Summary: You relate way too much to the Phantom and Poe tells you why you shouldn’t.

The tickets were given to you by someone who was grateful for what your team had done for them; they worked on the show or something and wanted to show their appreciation beyond the mandatory payment.

Leia had no need for them, so she gave them to her ‘four hardest-working team members’ and even went so far as to give you all the night off. Poe fought her, telling her that there were people who needed your help, but she pointed out that there were no cases and that the four of you deserved a night off. If anything came in, she would give it to people who didn’t get as much work, especially Rey, the impressive new girl.

Poe was sulking because he loved his work so much, Finn was excited since he had never seen a musical before, and you and Rose conversed the whole way about how great it was going to be.

And it was great. It was beautiful, and moving, and spectacular, and full of talent.

It also broke your heart. The way the Phantom was mocked and hated all his life, just to give up the one thing that showed him kindness, was portrayed so beautifully. You might have cried, and Poe gently bumped his shoulder into yours, smiling at you.

But it wasn’t just the words, and the music, and the plot, and the wonderful acting that got to you.

You saw a little, tiny, minuscule, small bit of yourself in the Phantom.

Not that you were some insane genius who lived in a cellar and murdered people to get their way, but still.

You understood that loneliness. That ache that came with never being properly loved.

Your family was dysfunctional, of course. Then there were the more romantic relationships in your life; they were few and far between. One in high school, a couple in college, one more before you became busy with your work, and only a few since then.

Most of them were short-lived, and the long term ones weren’t all that great either. They all ended with a broken heart and a lot of tears.

And the one constant in all of them? You.

The one reason for breaking up given to you by each significant other? Something to do with you.

Except for that one relationship in high school. That one had to do with hormones and teenagers’ lack of forgiveness.

Other than that, all you. The lack of a successful relationships left behind a lonely person who laid in their empty bed most nights, wondering how to be more wanted.

“That was awesome,” Finn exclaimed as you left the theater. “Those high notes!”

“Yeah, it was.” Poe had brightened up considerably after realizing that he had the night off for something enjoyable.

“It’s late. Walk me home, Finn?”

“Sure. See you guys tomorrow.”

Finn and Rose walked off, the latter saying something about how the musical showed the effects of a cruel society.

“I’ll walk you home since we, uh, live in the same building.” Poe walked on ahead while you nodded slightly and paused before following, wrapped up in your thoughts.

You did live in the same building, though on different floors.

“Nice night. The show was pretty good, huh? What’d you think? Aside from the part where you cried.” His tone was teasing and his smile dropped when he looked at you. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, looking at him. “What? Nothing. Just thinking.”

“About what? The look on your face…”

“Nothing, just…the Phantom and how…I know he was a bad guy, but I don’t know, he was just so lonely and just…I don’t know.”

“Hey.” He stepped in front of you. “You okay?”

Of course he had to ask that, the one question that could break anyone’s dam when their emotions were trying to get past it. “Oh, fuck, stop. Stop.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, fighting back tears as you quickly moved to sit on a bench. “It’s so stupid.” You gave a small sob.

He sat down next to you, watching you with a frown. “What is it?”

“I get him. Nobody loves him and he’s so alone—oh, God, I identify with a murderer who lives in a basement.” You hurriedly wiped away the tears that were starting to fall.

“How the hell can you identify with him?”

“I’m alone, Poe.” You looked at him. “You know, I’ve had so many relationships, and they all ended with, 'Maybe if you didn’t…’ or, 'Maybe if you had…’. I’m always too much or too little, and I don’t know how to fix it. I try to be a better…person…” Your voice hitched slightly with a sob. “And I still end up in an empty apartment, in an empty bed, with my empty self. I’m all alone because there’s something wrong with me.”

He stayed silent for a long moment. “The only thing wrong with you is that you keep dating assholes.” He held a finger up when you opened your mouth to speak. “You aren’t too much or too little anything. I mean, yeah, you have flaws, but everyone does. Even me.” You laughed softly, he gave you a smirk. “But there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re the funniest, smartest, toughest, most gorgeous person I’ve ever met.”

“You’re just trying to make me happy.”

“No, I’m telling you something I should’ve told you a long time ago, but I was too preoccupied with work. You know how much I’d love coming home to you in my empty bed?”

“Really?” You looked at him hopefully because sweet, sexy Poe was kind of telling you he liked you.

“Really.”

You licked your lips, moving a little closer. “I think you’re the funniest, kindest, bravest, most handsome person I’ve ever met. I never thought you’d ever…”

“Well, I do.” He glanced at your lips.

You closed the distance and kissed him gently.

Shamelessly, your bed wasn’t exactly empty that night.

I finally get a quiet moment to check out my tumblr and find THIS? How lucky am I!! Seriously though @i-said-goddameron I owe you a total debt of gratitude, you’re so lovely and you keep my Poe addiction well fed and I love the hell out of you for it. I also think you should copy write Hoes for Poe or there needs to be a collection on AO3 or something because that’s bloody brilliant 

🚀 Love & Shout-Outs! 🚀

To my writer friends, and fellow Hoes for Poe, in no particular order at all. Thank you all for creating content that:

Makes us laugh out loud

Stops hearts in suspense

Produces a tear or two

Gives that warm and fuzzy feeling

Requires a cold shower after reading

You spend your free time creating works for us to enjoy. I know how much energy and love is poured into it firsthand and I see you. I appreciate you. 🖤

(By no means is this list exhaustive! If I left anyone out, I’m not trying to snub. I just read a lot of fanfic.)

@kyber-hearts-and-stardust-souls @phoenixsolo @rinskiroo @rebel-scum-stuff @propertyofpoeandbucky @tlittlet @vanillabeanlattes @imaginecrushes @detroitbydark @warqueenfuriosa @xwings-and-stardust @whimsicalworldofme @red-5 @shenanigans-and-imagines @stardustsoldierrook @kboogie09 @disnerdmermaid @cobalt-one @who-talks-first @painkiller80 @bae-b-8-imagines @padfootagain @thevalesofanduin

Shout Out Sunday:

My life has recently taken some turns that seem to have left me wandering around blindfolded in a room full of legos and dog toys (ever stepped on a lego or tripped on a honking duck dog toy at 2am while stumbling to the bathroom?). I am fully determined to find time to appreciate the amazing writers I’ve been lucky enough to find/befriend, offer recommendations to some of my favorite fandom hits and who knows, maybe folks will suggest fics/authors! 

The very first Shout Out Sunday goes to @disnerdmermaid! I spent my Sunday evening reading every Poe fic @disnerdmermaid has posted -- again. What can I say, I’m a sucker for whump/hurt/comfort and I feel like I can always count on a nice re-read of her “Fever” series!

Great freaking Princess Leia, how could I have missed this?! This just made my little porg filled heart explode <3 

10 Minute Writing Challenge

Rules:

Write anything for 10 minutes, non-stop

No editing whatsoever

Tag 10 people

I was tagged by @thirst-wars. Thank you for giving me an excuse to actually write this ball of fluff that’s been in my brain! <3

“Papa! Mama’s home!”

Kes smiled at the sheer joy on his 3 year old’s face. That kid was a mama’s boy, through and through. He motioned to the open door. “Well go get her, Poe!”

Poe toddled off as fast as his little legs would carry him, running towards the A-Wing that had just landed. He was so excited to see her again… she’d been gone for forever this time. But he was also nervous. He’d been doing a lot of thinking while she was gone, and had a very important question to ask her. But he was sure she’d say yes… didn’t she always say she’d do anything for him?

As soon as her feet hit the ground, Poe threw himself into her arms with a giggle. “Mama! I missed you!”

“I missed you too little one,” she laughed, mussing the curls on her son’s head. “So, what did you and Papa do while I was gone?”

But Poe ignored her question. His was burning a hole in his mind, and he had to get it out. “Mama, will you marry me?”

Shara smiled. “Oh sweetie, I’m already married to Papa!”

Poe frowned, confused. “But you always tell me you love me mostest in the whole galaxy… so why can’t you marry me too? Is it cause Papa gave you a ring? I can get a ring for you, Mama.”

Standing with Poe in her arms, she began to walk back towards the house. “Baby, I do. I love you more than anything. But I love you differently than I love Papa.”

Poe began to pout, sticking out his bottom lip as far as it would go. “But Mama…”

Shara shifted Poe off her hip, and held him on her stomach so she could look him in the eye. “Poe, there are so many types of love in the world. How you love Papa and I is one. How I love Papa is another. And so is how you love Koyo fruit, and how you love your favorite toy. I promise, you’ll keep finding more ways to love as you get older. And one day, you’ll find someone you love the way I love Papa. And that person is the one you should marry, ok sweetie?”

Poe sighed. “I guess, Mama. You promise I’ll find someone like you found Papa?”

And with the hope in his eyes, she just couldn’t say no.

The sounds of X-Wings landing pulled Poe out of his memories. He quickly scanned the group, and found the ship he was looking for. As she jumped out of her ship, helmet in one hand and short brown hair blowing in the breeze, his heart skipped a beat. He imagined his mom smiling down on him, knowing that he had finally found her. Mustering up all the confidence he could, he strode towards her, holding a small object in his hand.

He was so excited to see her again… she’d been gone for forever this time. But he was also nervous. He’d been doing a lot of thinking while she was gone, and had a very important question to ask her. But he was sure she’d say yes… didn’t she always say she’d do anything for him?

It was 30 years later, and this time would be different than the first.This time, he knew he finally understood what his mom had told him about love. This time, he knew the answer would change the rest of his life. This time, he had a ring.

I’m pretty sure all the lovely writers I follow have been tagged, but if you haven’t a) I’m sorry I didn’t tag you! and b) I would love to see what you have to share :)