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Silly me, halfway through I began to worry the series must be over soon because everything is going so well. HOW WRONG WAS I?!

Ugh that final scene, I can just imagine Poe’s death grip on his steering wheel, his heart racing, maybe even tearing up at the level of anger/anxiety... #poorpoepanics

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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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.