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A baby, the cutest dog, and a happy fam. What more could you ask for?! 😭 There are simply not enough words to describe how precious this is, and how happy it made me. I love how Bee Bee immediately fell in love with the new baby!!! And how Poe would gladly let his child replace him. ❤️

#15 where Poe and reader introduce their baby to their goodest boy Bee Bee!! -propertyofpoeandbucky

I was lowkey hoping someone would send this in!! List of parenting prompts. GIF credit: halliwelle

15. Character introduces their baby to their pets

“Careful, careful.”

“I’m not fragile, Poe.”

Poe held your hand and kept his other on your back anyway as he helped you step into the house — he already helped you up the steps, and that was nice, but you were fairly certain you could handle crossing a threshold. “You pushed a baby out of your vagina barely two days ago. You should be pampered for the next six months.”

“I can accept that.” You stopped inside the foyer to watch Poe very carefully as he picked the car seat up from where he’d placed it on the landing, making sure the sleeping bundle inside it stayed safe. “Don’t swing it too much.”

“I know, sweetheart. I’ve got her.” He walked by you and into the living room, setting the car seat on the couch. “Bee Bee!”

His booming yell caused the baby to squirm and you to grab onto his arm tightly, both of you staring into the seat in fear. You relaxed considerably when the baby settled down and fell back asleep.

There was a thump from somewhere in the house followed by scrabbling nails on the hardwood floor before a tan and white dog came into the room, running straight for Poe.

“Hey, buddy!” Poe dropped to his knees, petting the dog behind the ears and then scratching his belly as he rolled over. “How’s my best boy? Huh? Did Uncle Finn take good care of you?”

Bee Bee enjoyed Poe’s attention for a couple moments longer, then hopped up and ran to you. When you didn’t crouch down like normal to greet him, he jumped at your legs.

“Careful with mama, she just pushed a seven pound human out of her vagina.”

“Can we stop talking about my vagina, please?” You were just bending over as best as you could to pet him, but he dropped onto all fours and started sniffing the air, following his nose to the couch.

Poe chuckled when the dog looked back at him. “Go ahead.” He got a fairly apprehensive look. “You can trust me, buddy.”

Bee Bee put his front paws up on the couch and nearly strained to get his head as far as it could go into the seat, sniffing hard. He seemed to catch just the right scent because he started wagging so hard that his butt was wiggling.

“That’s your sister. You wanna meet her?” Poe looked at you for permission, then shooed Bee Bee aside to undo the straps of the car seat. The entirety of the baby could fit in his hand, but he cautiously used one to cradle her body and the other to support her head.

Bee Bee was up and on the sofa the moment Poe sat down. He practically climbed into his lap, with his nose twitching as he sniffed the baby wildly.

His tongue poked out to lick her and Poe quickly drew her away. “Not the face, Beebs! Here.” He pulled off a tiny sock — it was loose because her feet were even tinier — and turned so Bee Bee could reach her feet. He immediately licked at her toes, jumping back and tilting his head when she kicked at him, making Poe laugh loudly. “Yeah, she did that to me from inside your mama every day for, like, four months.”

And he loved it every single time.

Bee Bee didn’t seem to mind either; he rested his head on Poe’s thigh and stared up at the baby, hardly blinking.

Poe grinned at them with complete adoration. “I think he approves.” That smile fell the moment he looked up at you to see tears steadily streaming down your cheeks. “What’s wrong? Do you need more pain meds? I think the ibuprofen’s in the car—”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Your shaky breath and soft sob had him looking worried and unconvinced. “I have all the hor—hormones and I’m just so happy.”

“This is happy? Come on, you’re gonna make me cry.”

You nodded, walking over and stroking his hair. “My little family.”

“Our little family.”

“Our little family.”

The sweet moment was broken as the baby started fussing and quickly transitioned into crying at the top of her lungs.

“I should probably try feeding her.” You carefully took the baby from him, crossing the room and sitting in a chair.

Bee Bee followed you and sat, watching you until you got settled before he laid at your feet the entire time you fed her.

Poe watched with love in his eyes, full of joy even though he was pretty sure his best buddy had just replaced him.

I never thought I’d see a fic like this, but I’m glad I did! This is just the cutest!!! 🥰

the one where you have to babysit the child (poe x reader)

summary: you and poe are tasked with babysitting an odd, green creature {drabble}

ok ok ok i know the mandalorian is set like 25 years before the sequel trilogy but i had this idea and i tried to convince myself not to write it but it wouldn’t WORK so here we go, cos fuck the star wars timeline, i need my poe dameron fluff 

warnings: none, possibly language?

enjoy,

- val x 

‘That’s a baby.’

‘Poe, it’s a not a baby.’

‘That is clearly a baby, sweetheart.’

The tiny green creature peered up at you, his glassy brown eyes darting between the two of you as you bickered. He let out a few small noises, waggling his over-sized ears and reaching his tiny arms up towards you. You had no idea what the hell he was, but under the General’s orders, he was yours for the day. 

‘Fine, maybe he’s a baby.’ You muttered, sticking your hand towards The Child. He stared at it for a minute, before wrapping his three tiny claws around your finger. ‘And a very cute one.’

‘I guess he is pretty cute.’ Poe agreed, gently stroking the top of his head.

The Child was perched on your desk, glancing around the room. A second later, he used his free hand to push over the pile of papers that were stacked up next to him. He let out a happy squeak, peering up at you with a proud look on his face as they fluttered to the floor, clearly entertained by the situation.

‘That’s a big mess,’ You said, ‘but it’s okay, because you’re adorable.’

‘Gonna remember that next time you bang on at me for being untidy.’ Poe muttered under his breath.

You’d initially been quite insulted when you found out that your mission was babysitting - as a skilled pilot in the Resistance, it felt a bit below your pay grade. But, Leia had insisted that it was an important task and one suited for somebody with a lot of patience (and then briefly added something about how you must have had a lot of it given who you were with).

You picked The Child up, carrying him over to his floating crib. You struggled enough with human babies - let alone alien babies. But, you figured it couldn’t be that hard. All you had to do was feed and entertain him until somebody came to collect him later that evening. Easy, right? 

Absolutely not.

Two hours into your task, and your quarters were almost completely trashed. The Child appeared to be able to move things with his mind - this included, but was not limited to, your bookshelf, your desk, your bed and the contents of your kitchen cabinets. If you were looking for a silver lining, at least destroying your entire room had kept him entertained.

‘He bit me!’ Poe cried, pulling his hand back from the crib. 

‘That’s because you put your hand in his mouth, dumb-ass.’ You replied, arms piled high with the books the little creature had scattered earlier. 

‘When you did it he wrapped his fingers around it.’ He pouted. ‘That’s no way to treat your father, Poe Junior.’

‘Yeah, he has your ears.’ You rolled your eyes, dumping the books on your bed.

A few seconds later, they went flying back off the mattress, hitting the wall and landing back on the floor. The Child let out a few excited squeaks, as though he were waiting for you to congratulate him on his achievement.

‘God, you’re a pain in the ass, aren’t you?’ You cooed, leaning into his little pod to pick him up. He seemed happier when you held him.

After a few minutes of holding him - and much to the relief of you and Poe - the tiny creature finally drifted off, snoring gently in your arms. You placed him back in the pod, stopping for a second to smile at him. Perhaps you were growing attached. 

Poe appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around you waist. He rested his head on your shoulder, and you felt his breath tickle your ear as he let out a sigh of relief. 

‘It’s good practice for when we have our babies.’ He murmured, hands gently brushing up your arms.

‘Yeah, but if they come out looking like that I’m gonna freak the fuck out.’

A fic with Poe acting like a puppy and reader trying to not give in to her feelings? What’s not to like?! 😍

Destiny

Summary: Poe likes you, a sith lord. You like Poe, a Resistance fighter. Maybe you should get together if you like each other but you don’t want to search your feelings and know it be true

A/N: Sometimes the sith fight for the light side that’s a thing and not just because there is a cute pilot around. Although in the force unleashed game Galen fell in love with a cute pilot. I listened to you are my destiny by Paul Anka which somewhat inspired me. I still don’t know how to write endings but whatever

“You. Are. My. Destinnnyyyyyy.”

You let out a big sigh as you recognised the voice.

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Okay, Poe and his daughter both getting starstruck by the reader is so cute! 😭 Hopefully we’ll get to see more of Effie hanging around the reader, trying to just follow her around, and Poe getting roped in to spending time with the both of them. This is so good!!! ❤️

Commanders ∫ Poe Dameron

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summary: single dad poe meets you, a badass pilot who has been working for the resitance off of her own back. when his daughter objects to one of his plans, you step in. effie dameron seems to have taken a liking to you, especially when you show you’re not afraid to backchat her father.

Though Q’Dar is rid of any First Order officers or Stormtroopers, every member of the Resistance huddles together to form a plan in fear of being. They all know that it won’t be long before the First Order strikes again and takes even more lives than it did when trying to invade Takodana and the thought makes Poe Dameron’s stomach churn. His daughter, Effie, stands beside him, her hands clinging to her father’s uniform as a way to soothe her nerves, rubbing her fingers over the fabric. She does this after a long mission - just to touch him, to make sure he’s still there. Poe doesn’t scold her, instead resting a hand on her shoulder delicately and smiling down at her. She’s so little, her eyes so big and full of concern and fury, and in every way she reminds Poe of himself. Effie Dameron a little spitfire and if Poe and the Resistance doesn’t defeat the First Order and something goes wrong, he knows she will.

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This is so adorable! ❤️ Poe and a cup of coffee waiting for you every morning? Who doesn’t want that?!

Not A Morning Person

Requested by @himbopoes​. She requested prompt #24  “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”

Word Count: 804

Warnings: None? It’s all fluff and no real language

Taglist: @criminal-cookies​ @writingforhoursonend​ @thegirlwiththebook​

You were so not a morning person. The entire base knew it and knew to stay out of your space until at least an hour after you’d woken up or until you had had your caf. Poe Dameron was the only exception to that. He didn’t care how grumpy you were in the mornings and would often tease you. If you weren’t so kriffing tired when he did it, you would find it amusing. As it was, you just found the man almost insufferable in the mornings. No one should be that happy in the mornings. No one.

When you walked into the command center, you were glad to find it quiet. None of the squadrons were out yet so there wasn’t much going on and you always appreciated the quiet mornings. You took your seat at your desk, setting everything up for the day. Manning the comms could sometimes be intense and you preferred to have everything put together just in case of emergency. You were sitting, comm set resting around your neck, when Poe suddenly leaned on your desk. You jumped, having not seen him approach and managed to knock over some of your stuff.

“For kriffs sake!” You cursed, immediately grabbing for the stuff. Poe jumped up and began trying to help but you swatted his hand away.

“Somebody’s cranky.” Poe said, his tone heavy in amusement. It just irritated you further.

“Somebody needs to shut up.” You grumbled, straightening everything back out. Undeterred, Poe just laughed before holding up a cup of caf.

“So, I should just keep this then?” He teased. Your gaze zeroed in on the cup and you reached for it, but Poe pulled it out of your reach with a smirk. “Ah, what do you say?”

“Give me the caf before I murder you?” You pasted a fake sweet smile on your face and Poe just shook his head, his smirk still present. “Fine. May I please have the caf?”

“See! Not so hard.” He passed you the cup and you drank greedily from it, much to Poe’s amusement. 

“Thank you, Poe. Really.” You fiddled with the cup in your hands, a slight blush on your cheeks. You weren’t sure why he went through all this trouble but you really appreciated it, nonetheless. You didn’t see the way Poe’s face softened at your gratitude but you did look up in time to see a mischievous glint enter his eyes.

“You’re welcome. I need my payment though.” At this, your eyebrows raised. He’d never asked for ‘payment’ before and you shot him a strange look.

“What are you talking about, Dameron?”

“The price for a caf is one kiss.” He tapped his cheek. “Right here.”

You immediately blushed scarlet, looking up at him in shock. You stuttered, not able to get a word out and Poe just laughed.

“I’m messing with you, sweetheart.” As good as he was, you still caught the slight disappointment in his voice. Blinking, you took him in, the reality hitting you suddenly. Poe liked you. You had always brushed his kindness off as just that, but looking back you realize he was often even more friendly with you than others. Someone called his name and his head turned from you to face them. You were still reeling and missed what was said but Poe straightened up from his position.

“Well, duty calls, sweetheart.” He turned to walk away from your desk and without even thinking it through, you shot to your feet and put a hand on his shoulder. When he turned to face you, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to both his cheeks. He looked at you wide eyed and you gave him a soft smile, blushing all the while.

“Can’t let you leave without your payment, Commander.” You teased and you watched as his shock turned to excitement and he started grinning.

“I only brought you one caf though.”

“Well, I guess that just means you’ll have to bring me another some time.” You told him softly. He stepped up close to you, his hand coming up to grab one of yours. He gave you a soft squeeze, his eyes alight with happiness. 

“I can do that.” He told you softly. For a moment, the two of you stayed in your own world, just watching each other. The moment was broken, however, as Poe’s name was called again. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

“I look forward to it.” You breathed out. The boyish grin on his face was a reward in itself. Poe gave your hand one last squeeze before taking off.

You spent the rest of the day grinning to yourself and when you walked into the command center the next morning, you were pleased to find your pilot and a cup of caf waiting for you.

Oh hell yessss!!! I love seeing this concept for the first time; I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sith!Poe before? This is such a good start, I can’t wait to see what happens next! Please add me to the taglist! ❤️

A Little Drop of Darkness

Part One of Six

Fandom/Pairing: Star Wars / Sith!Poe Dameron x Reader

Length: 1,344 words

Summary/Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of sexy times, Finn did a bad thing and Rey is gonna be PISSED, some swear words probably because I wrote this lol.

A/N: In honor of 666 followers, here’s part one of a little Sith!Poe thing based off of Hades and Persephone. Thanks to @woakiees, @kittyofalltrades, a lovely anon, and everyone else who enabled me while writing this lol. As always, feedback and requests are welcomed and appreciated! :)

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THIS LOOKS SO PROMISING! PLEASE MAKE THIS INTO A SERIES!!! 😭🙏🏻

Bad News Baby

Here it is, my 1950′s mafia AU. I did change some of the relationships between characters such as Rey for instance (you’ll see what I mean), and we’re just gonna pretend that Snoke, in this story, looks more like Andy Serkus than in TFA and TLJ :)))) 

Summary: Your father hires a personal bodyguard for your protection as the city begins to descend into chaos for an upcoming election. 

Warnings: mentions of violence, arranged marriage, me trying to write as if its the 50s, and death

Word Count: 2k

GIF not mine

Ever since you were a little girl you were told ‘family was everything’. Growing up without a mother and an overprotective father, you knew how important that statement was. With his line of work being questionable at best, you did whatever you could to help keep the peace between the two of you.

Well, that’s what you told yourself when you were forced to marry his much older ‘business associate’, Mr. Snoke. Your father told you that it was the only way to keep you safe, seeing as how he was the leader of the First Order, a crime syndicate that took control of the entirety of Brooklyn, no one would entertain the idea of coming close to you should the organization be threatened.

And they were threatened…often. What with their unofficial alliance with the current Governor of New York - Kylo Ren. The opposing groups disliked his way of governing the state, so with the upcoming election in the next few months, things were becoming more hostile on the streets.

The Resistance, the First Orders prime target, was the biggest threat of them all. While the First Order – or rather – Mr. Snoke, had his influence over the young governor, The Resistance was more interested in seeing Rey Organa in power. She would be the first youngest female governor in history, something you wouldn’t have minded seeing in another life.

A life where you weren’t the daughter and wife of two of the most dangerous mobsters in the city.

Seeing as how Mr. Snoke was much older than you, and far more dangerous that you knew of, he treated you fair enough. You lived in the lap of luxury while you were with him, always buying you expensive things, letting you do what you wanted whenever you wanted.

And it didn’t hurt that he was practically never home, leaving you alone in his giant house.

You lived a lonely way of life but, what else could you expect? You taught yourself to be adaptable at a very young age.

Your father did his best to visit and keep in touch from time to time, but with the upcoming election and the running of certain illegal contrabands from state to state, he was a very busy man.

So, you were surprised to find yourself in his parlour at your old home. Waiting patiently for him to finish his discussion with one of his lackeys before turning to you.

“I’m sorry kiddo,” he started making his way over to you on the couch, you stood up and embraced him. “Things have been a bit tense here lately” he said motioning for the two of you to sit back down.

“I understand Daddy, I’m just glad I get to be back to the ol’ pad once again,” you said gesturing around the room. The room you used to frequent often when you lived back home, you mainly used it to sit around and practice painting.

Something you continued to do after leaving as well.

“I’m glad,” he sighed, “these Resistance folks are cruising for a bruising if they keep acting up at these rallies” he rubbed his chin looking away, you furrowed your brows, “What happened this time?”

He exhaled and waved a hand dismissively, “Nothing you gotta be concerned about sweetheart”

He turned back to look at you and took your hands in his, “What I do have for you is some news” your eyebrows lifted, “Do you?” he nodded, “Mr. Snoke and I’ve been talking, with the election coming up and him and I being out of town more often, you won’t have anyone to look over you while we conduct business”

“Sure, I do, Mr. Snokes place is guarded 24/7, I can’t even go to any of my friends’ bashes without 3 chariots following me”

Your father nodded, “Well, I haven’t seen it get this violent on the streets before so we’re gonna need someone closer to you”

“Closer?”

“A personal bodyguard, he’s the best of the best, hand-picked by your old man,” you scoffed inwardly at the irony of the way he referred to your husband.

You didn’t understand why you needed extra protection, like you said, Mr.Snoke had more than enough men patrolling the house. Men he paid handsomely and were fearful of their employer.

Nonetheless, once again, you were smart enough not to object to the decisions that were made for you.

Before you could open your mouth and ask him for a name, a knock sounded at the door. Your father turned to it, “Come in,” he called.

In strolled your husband and another man behind him. Around the same height as your spouse but far more handsome, and maybe only a couple years older than yourself. His tan skin stood out against his white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose those tan forearms, and a head of black curls that would make any man envious and any woman immoral.

Yourself included.

Although you entertained the idea, you would never dare to act on those inhibitions. The attention from certain men at the clubs was fun as you were young, but once you had enlightened them on who your husband was, they would cut out, leaving you once again on your lonesome.

Alternatively, having someone like Mr. Snoke as your husband is that no one dared to disrespect you. You liked to believe that it was because you were kind to those around you, but realistically, they were more scared of your husband breaking their kneecaps.

“Hello Darling,” he greeted you, you stood up along with your father. Mr. Snoke embracing you and kissing you on the cheek.

“Hello” you smiled softly at him, eyes never leaving the handsome stranger.

“Who do we have here?” you almost purred, keeping a firm hand on your arm and turning around to motion to the other man.  

“This is Mr. Dameron, your new bodyguard for the time being”

Mr. Dameron stepped forward, extending his hand and you took it, shaking it firmly, “Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Snoke, Poe will do just fine” you shot him a flirtatious smile, something your father and husband didn’t see as they had been partaking in another conversation. , “Please, just (Y/N), Poe…it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”  

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Ever since Poe Dameron was a child, he always wanted to be a pilot. The air force specifically. But he grew up in a poor part of Brooklyn with his parents, it was hard for them to scrape enough money for him to even have a remotely normal life.

Upon graduating high school, he entered the workforce early, working at his dad’s motorcycle garage while playing his guitar for tips on the pier every Saturday and Sunday. The money he earned were used for College and then Flight School.

It wasn’t until his mother got sick when he officially gave up his dreams to stay and take care of her, both him and his father pooling as much of their money together to pay for her medical bills.

Unfortunately, the cancer won, and she succumbed to it when Poe was only 18. After that, it was only him and his father, working tirelessly to afford their discouraging way of life.

However, lucked seemed to be on their side for the time being as money suddenly began to be filling in their bank accounts, so they could move out of their shitty one bedroom to a nice home in the suburbs. When Poe turned 20, he found out about his father’s affiliations with the Resistance. A group based in the Upper East Side of New York. Their motto was ‘For the People’, meaning they would do their best to stop the city from falling into the hands of corrupted cops and government officials.

That is, until Governor Ren got elected, then things got more hostile, the city falling under corruption, so the Resistance took a more…assertive approach to how they handled things. Poe tried his best to keep himself out of it, but as the years continued and the more committed, he became more committed to the cause.  

It wasn’t until his father was gunned down on the streets by one of Mr. Snokes right hand men. Poe through his anger and grief wanted nothing more than to go ape and hurt every single person Mr. Snoke and his comrades claimed to love, in order for this monster to feel anything remotely similar to how he felt upon losing the only family member he had left.

But, Finn, the Resistance’s leader convinced him otherwise.

“The moment you step foot into Snoke’s palace, you’re a goner” he’d said, “that is, unless you worked for him…” Poe, who had been looking out the window of the warehouse the two had met up in snapped his gaze over towards his friend.

“Excuse me?”

“Word on the street is, he’s looking for someone to protect his missus on the daily”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. He’s nervous cause of the upcoming election, this Rey gal is giving Ren a run for his money”

“I mean she is Leia’s god-daughter” Poe noted, Leia Organa being a retired politician and founder of the Resistance was a strong headed woman, she was the one who called the shots and whom the people had come to love and respect. However, with her old age she decided to pass on the responsibilities of the gang to Poe, who, after his father’s death, refused only to have the job offered to Finn. In Poe’s opinion, he was a much better fit.

“So, we forge some documents, make u look like some sort of retired LA cop and send you in to the devils lair”

One month later, and Poe found himself doing just that. Taking the back seat of Mr. Snokes car, he tried not to think about how the man he promised would pay for his fathers death only an arm’s reach away.

Walking up the grand stair- case, Poe knew that this wasn’t Mr. Snokes home by the way he knocked on the door before entering a lounge area. Heading in his eyes landed on a younger looking dolly, much younger than Poe had initially thought, and he wondered if Finn might’ve gotten his information wrong, that he was going to protecting Snokes daughter. But you looked nothing like the mob boss, instead more like the man beside you.

The man who he recognized as the scamp who murdered his father. 

However, turning back to you, he thought It had been months since he had entertained a woman, and he was most definitely taken aback by your beauty. Laying with you while being forbidden was making it all the more tempting. He expected a woman who would be wearing lavish clothes and jewelry to show off her social status, but instead, you wore a simple navy-blue polka dot dress and red heels to match your very perfect lips, and two brochettes to pin some hair back from your face.

He tried not to let your gaze distract himself from his job, his mission was to gain the trust of the two men talking business on the side, but he could already tell, by the way you looked at him and introduced yourself, you were bad news baby.

So, I do have plans on making it a series BUT only if you guys want :) let me know!! :)

nightbloom

a poe dameron x reader pollen fic 

rating: explicit

a/n: my second pollen fic with our favourite flyboy! hope you like it :) thank you @beskars​ for the emotional support ily and thanks @equalstrashflavoredtrash​ for the funny idea at the end

“Hey,” you intoned into your little mouthpiece hovering over your right cheek. You could see on Poe’s dash of the minuscule freighter that the fuel indicator was reading low, and you leaned over to tap it a few times with a finger; you still had a little way before you reached Corellia. “Don’t you want to stop? We just passed the last pump in the inner rim, unless you want to go out of the way.”

“Come on,” Poe griped. “We’re fine, and the rest of the crew has plenty. We’ll fuel up when we meet them tomorrow.”

You scoffed. “Really? You won’t buy your own fuel? I’ll pay for it -”

Taking his eyes off the blackened horizon, he turned to look at you, his mouth partially open in outrage. “Hey, more than half of that stockpile was from me, so loosen up. We’re gonna make it there.”

“Whatever you say, commander.”

“Watch the attitude,” Poe snapped. “And you don’t have to call me that.”

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Poe Dameron x Reader

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Jealousy courses through your veins as you watch a group of females continuously grab at Poe. Your friends, Finn and Rey, watch as you glare at the group of women from a distance, sipping your drink in silence. They glance at each other for a split second before turning their eyes back to you.

"You know, you could always tell Poe how you feel" Finn suggests. You grumble under your breath as a blush forms on your face. You shake your head and set your drink down. "He doesn't like me like that" you sigh. Finn and Rey roll their eyes and a smirk pops up on Rey's face when she gets an idea. She leans in and whispers the plan to Finn, a smirk now on his face as well. Rey makes an excuse to leave the table and walks over to Poe, pointing in your direction. You freeze as you watch Poe look over at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

He manages to escape the group of women surrounding him and walks over to you with Rey following behind. He shoots you a smile and sits next to you. You smile back quickly and then turn and squint at Finn and Rey.

"Rey told me you had something to tell me," Poe says. You choke on your drink and glare at Rey, blush on your face once again. She smirks evilly. "I, uh" you stutter as your friend looks at you with curiosity. "Oh, bloody hell, Y/N likes you" you hear Rey say before running off. Your eyes widen and your face turns beet red.

Poe looks at you with his eyebrows raised and arms crossed. You freeze in your chair and glare at the fading form of your friend running off. Poe clears his throat, catching your attention. Looking at him shyly, a sheepish grin grows on your face.

"Is this true?" you hear your friend ask. Sighing, you nod and stare down at your drink. He doesn't say anything, and it shatters your heart, thinking the friendship is ruined. He surprises you, however, when he gently grabs your chin and makes you look at him. A small smile is on his face as he looks down at you.

You feel your eyes widen as he leans in and they shut tightly when he places his lips onto yours. Your arms wrap around his neck and his hands find their way onto your waist, pulling you onto his lap. The world around the two of you seems to disappear as you get caught up in each other. Finn and Rey watch from a distance with smiles on their faces.

"At least the torture of the two of them dancing around each other is over," Rey says. Finn nods and smiles as the two of you pull apart and gaze at each other with love in your eyes.

Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: Sorry for yet another Poe fic, but I had this idea and needed to write it before I forgot it.

The day drags on with no word from your friend, Poe. He'd been sent on a mission to retrieve some information from the First Order, and no one's heard from him since. You feel the anxiety come on as the hours pass by. Finn and Rey take notice of how much you're worried and do their best to help.

"I'm sure he's fine, Y/N. Poe's pretty strong" Finn tells you. You sigh and sit down at the table with him and Rey, putting your head in your hands. "I know, I'm just worried about him. I don't want him to get hurt or captured" you say. Your two friends nod understandingly. Rey goes to speak but an alarm goes off, interrupting her. The three of you jump from your seats and rush to the hangar.

The rest of the base rushes to the hangar as well, making it hard to see what's going on. Eventually, you push to the front of the crowd, putting your hands on your hips and staring at the sky. A minute passes by before you see a familiar x-wing land in the hangar. Your shoulders drop in relief and your feet start moving before you can stop. Poe barely has time to prepare himself before you've launched yourself at him. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around. You giggle and hold onto him tighter. He sets you down gently and puts his forehead against yours.

"I was worried about you" you whisper. He smiles gently and rubs your face gently with his thumb. "I told you I'd be fine, did I not?" You huff and roll your eyes. "Doesn't change the fact that I was worried" you grumble. He chuckles and you huff. The two of you cling to each other for another few minutes before finally pulling away. BB-8 nudges your leg, and you laugh, patting the droid a couple times.

You and Poe walk back to your shared quarters, hands intertwined with the others. BB-8 rolls behind the two of you, beeping happily. Happiness washes over you when you look at your boyfriend and his droid. You were glad he was back, safe and sound.

I am a total nerd for these kinds of story lines, then finding one as well written as this + featuring one of my favorite heroes is just beyond exciting <3

No Hope | Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Request: Hey, wonder if you could write an imagine, where the Reader is badly injures during the mission, and like couldn’t walk or something, and she’s in despair and like doesn’t want to do anything, but Poe is always there for her and doesn’t let her give up. A little bit angsty but with the happy ending :) Thank you very much in advance!❤️😘😘😘

A/N: I will not lie. I actually had all of this written BEFORE I got the prompt, just never finished it. And it’s been sitting around forever waiting to be finished. But when I read this I thought it was perfect, went back and tweaked it a little. There are a few OC’s I made up and stuck in there. Also this WILL be a 2 parter, possibly 3. We’ll see where the next part takes me. :) Reblog and comment if you like it! All love is appreciated ❤️

Warnings: Vivid description of a mangled leg

Word Count: 2461

“Engines are hot, let’s make this a quick trip,” voiced Ronan over the intercom ear piece.

“Yes, I’d like to be back before sundown,” replied Jessica.

“We all would, we’ll be in and out, there is no reason for any incidents on this run.”

“Since when did we start running errands?”

“Since the last team got caught in a cross fire,” Ronan said.

“Right, I forgot,” you said.

“Alright, team, time to ease up, we’ll land fifty feet away from the outpost,” Ronan instructed. “Everyone is clear on what they need to retrieve?” a chorus of ‘yes’’ came from the team. “Very well, once you land, go, no one leaves this planet until we are all back. Is that clear?”

“Clear as crystal, Ronan,” Jess mused.

The two X-wings touched down first, the Quad jumper landed between the two planes. You and Jess were already leaving your fighter ships and walking into the outpost to find the equipment that you needed. Jessica was a young resistance pilot, the youngest that anyone had met on their base anyway. You had been rumored the second-best pilot on base, the first being Poe Dameron. You said it was a load of crap because you could outfly him any day. Ronan was an Evociian man who joined the resistance after his wife and son were murdered by Stormtroopers before his very eyes. He spent a considerable amount of time hostage on the First Order base with you when the Resistance found you two and brought them back. The memories felt fresh like it all happened the day before, when in reality, it had been seven years.

The general sent the team on a supply run to a neighboring galaxy, in a recent mission some ships were destroyed beyond repair and they did not have the means to make more without the proper tools. But to be sent to a dirty outpost not far from the Illenium System seemed like a risky plan. If there were First Order sympathizers around and they recognized anything with the resistance on them, there would be tie fighters in the air before anyone could make it back to their ship.

You and Jess stuck together, you developed a great friendship over the years. You looked at Jess like a younger sister that you never had. You always stuck around for one another and were more than willing to step in front of a blaster for the other.

“How is Poe? I haven’t seen him too much.” asked Jess as she picked through a pile of scrap metal.

“Fine, he’s been busy repairing BB-8,” you said.

“Have you two talked about… You know?”

Your cheeks blushed a light pink shade as she turned and looked at the tools on the opposite table, “Here and there, yes, like I said; he’s busy.”

“But you want to?”

“Of course, I want to! Especially with everything that is going on, it would be a breath of fresh air.”

“Then tell him!”

“I have. It’s just not going to happen anytime soon, okay?”

“Whatever you say.”

“Oh no, this is not good.”

“No… it’s not, you’ve been waiting for almost a year now.”

“Jess not that!” You grasped the young girl by her shoulders and turned her in the direction you were looking.

“Oh no, where is Ronan?” She asked her eyes landing on the all too familiar men clad in white armor and masks.

“Not sure,” you turned her around to start walking the other way. “Get back to the ship, wait for us there.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Jess said stubbornly.

“You have to, if anything happens, someone needs to make it back alive,” you gave her a small push.

Jess walked a few feet ahead and stopped to look back at you, “May the force be with you,” She said.

“Get to the ship!” you said.

You turned back to look for any familiar face of the crew that was brought with them you spotted a dark skinned man and ran to him.

“Bastain, where is Ronan?”

“He went down that way,” he said pointing down the dirt road.

“Shit, get your men, get back to the ships. There are Stormtroopers here,” you instructed.

He gave a curt nod and ran off to find the three others that he brought with him. You started your way down where Ronan was, keeping one hand over the holster for safe measures, if they could just be unseen getting out then there would be no problems. Your walk turned into a jog when you heard screaming. You pulled your blaster from its holster and held it close to your chest with both hands as you got closer to the commotion. Two Stormtroopers came out of a tent and then a tall man was pushed out after them, followed by two more troopers.

“You are committed with an act of treason against the First Order,” One trooper said.

You stopped, frozen on what to do as they had four men and three blasters pointing at Ronan. Your fingers grazed the trigger of your own blaster, you had to do something.

“For this act, you are herby sentenced to death,” said the same trooper raising his blaster to Ronan’s head.

Everything that happened next was all a blur of adrenaline. You raised her blaster and shot the Stormtroopers hand, causing him to drop his weapon and it gave Ronan a chance to escape. One of the Troopers shot at you the blast striking your shoulder. Pumped with adrenaline, you didn’t seem phased by the pain, only shot at then blindly until Ronan was pulling on your arm to get away.

“You should have gone the moment you saw them!” he yelled at as you ran from the now angry Troopers who were quickly being joined with more of their men.

“You said no one leaves the planet unless everyone was back, I’m just following orders!” You shot back, the pain starting to set in.

“Just get to you fighter,” Ronan growled as the ships came into view.

You put her blaster away and climbed the side of the X-wing, placing your helmet over your head. You pulled the hangar roof shut and brought the engine to life.

“Everyone is to stay in formation, on my command we leave at llight-speed the moment we break atmosphere,” Ronan’s voice rang through the intercom.

“Seems they have their TIE fighters with them,” Jess stated as their three ships took to the sky.

“If they open fire, draw them away from the outpost, we are not here to harm any civilians. They however, have less compassion,” Ronan said.

“Copy, that,” you said.

They brought their ships to the air and as expected, the First Order opened fire. Jess took lead in drawing them away from the outpost, keeping them from shooting at civilians. You stayed back, circling the team and taking out as many fighters as you could. The three ships got separated and you could barely make out the two ships that were your own. You couldn’t be bothered as three TIE fighters circled your own ship and had no mercy on who or what their target was. Ypu maneuvered the ship as best you could to stay out of fire and took out two of the three ships in the process, however when diving back down closer to the ground the third TIE fighter opened fire and hit your X-wing multiple times, sending you off course. You managed to fire off your best shots and took out the third ship.

“I lost all engine power, I don’t have control of the ship!” You called into the intercom, however you were responded with static.

You frantically tried to bring the engines back online, however with the flames coming from the back of the ship it was almost pointless to be giving any effort. The X-wing nose-dived into the ground, it was a miracle the impact did not knock you unconscious. From what you felt, you wished you were unconscious. The control panel collapsed under your left leg, you saw the fabric of your flight suit was torn. A scream came from your lips as the pain took over, a white-hot pain that spread over your entire body. You felt hot and cold all at once. You tried to move but every time you pushed away from the seat with your right leg it felt as though your muscles were being torn apart. You raised your fist and began punching at the glass above, they needed to know you were alive. The ship had been so mangled you weren’t able to open it properly. Finally, with the seventh punch, you were able to break through the glass, the shards tearing into your arm. The pain was so much in your leg, you barely even noticed. You searched the floor of the ship, fingers finding a flare. Your screams died down into subtle cries of pain as you moved around in the little space, doing all you could to light the flare. Your hands shook with every attempt to light it and you feared that the team already left by the time orange smoke and sparks flew from the top of the flare. You coughed out the smoke you inhaled and threw the flare out the hole you created. It took a minute to stop and get your breath under control as you looked at the metal crushing yout leg. You could do this.

With the strength that you could muster you pushed the broken control panel off your leg. You couldn’t hold it long, but you were able to hold it long enough to see the mangled flesh and bone under all the blood that had escaped. You were left with no choice but to let the panel fall back onto your broken leg. A strangled cry of pain left your lips, you just wanted to pass out, the pain was too unbearable.

“Over here!” a voice yelled. And suddenly the glass above her was thrown away. “She’s alive!” yelled the man, you recognized as Cliff. This was his first mission off base.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Ronan asked the moment their eyes met. You nodded. “Good, we’re going to get you out of here, quickly, they’ll be sending reinforcements soon. Bastain, you get the panel, Shannon back to the ship, get ready for takeoff. Cliff, you and I are going to pull her out,” Ronan ordered.

“Jess?” You asked.

“She is already on her way back to base, she’s going to get the med team ready for when we get back. On three, one, two, three!” Ronan said.

Bastain lift the panel as best he could from outside the ship. You felt Ronan’s and Cliff’s hands under your arms and started to pull you from the wreckage. You did not try to suppress the scream or hide the pain. It was too much. But you were free from the broken ship. Ronan picked you up quickly and started back towards the quad jumper with the team following closely behind. You were left to do nothing but scream in agony as your broken leg bobbed helplessly with every step. You felt better lying in one spot once back on the ship. Bastain was left to take over helping you.

“This is going to hurt, but you need something to slow the blood loss,” he said.

Bastain stood and took off his belt from his pants, he lift your thigh up and placed it under your leg. He tightened it as much as he could around your leg, ignoring the screams of pain. He then took off your boot and bloodied sock, and got a knife to cut away the torn fabric from her leg.

“Oh god,” he said finally seeing the damage done. The flesh had been cut through the knee almost half way, the bone had been exposed at the top and was gushing out blood. Your tibia was broken clean in half and your leg had been so badly cut it was hard to even tell it was a leg through all the bone and blood he saw.

“We’re entering the base now!” Cliff called back.

“You’re gonna be okay, Y/N,” Bastain assured as the ship touched ground.

“Alright, let’s get her out of here and to the medical staff and quickly or she might lose her leg,” Ronan said.

He reached down and picked you up once more, grimacing at the sight of your leg. He looked away from it and stepped off the ship where the medical team was already waiting.

“Bring her here, put her down… Gently,” said one woman.

Ronan did as told stepping back and watching as they whisked you away out of sight as the rest of his team came off the ship.

“Let me know how she is, I’m going to report back to the General,” Ronan said walking away, still able to hear your screams no matter the distance between you two.

You were thankful to whoever gave you a cold cloth, placing one on your chest and head as you felt like your skin was on fire with the amount of sweat that was dripping off you. A new presence filled the area, you strained your neck to see who joined. You felt your hand be taken from the where it laid and was being held gently. Your nails dug into the persons hand and you refused to let up on the grip. Finally once at the medical bay you were able to see the person behind the hand.

“What happened?” asked Poe Dameron.

“Shot out of the sky,” you said through ragged breaths.

“You’re alive, that’s what matters,” he told you, but you saw his eyes were not on yours, but glued to your leg.

You said no more, laying there gripping tightly onto Poe’s hand. Someone had taken the belt off your leg that Bastain put on and was starting to work on fixing her broken bones. As soon as you felt pressure put onto your leg a scream came from your lips, you couldn’t take the pain any longer.

“She cannot be awake while we do this!” someone scolded. “Y/N, we’re going to have to sedate you, just breathe. When you wake up, it will be okay,” The person came into view and was looking down at you. “Just calm your breathing for me, can you do that?” he asked gently.

You nodded your head and did everything you could to slow your shaking breaths, it wasn’t perfect and they weren’t nearly calm. However, a needle went into your arm nonetheless and slowly your eyes closed and the world was brought into nothingness.

Tagging for Poe: @thefirebreather00 @okayillhold @tlittlet @yourwonderbelle @i-said-goddameron @jocelyn-of-the-jellyfish @crolzinha @bobateaandchocolatepudding

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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That moment when a fic hits you right in the feels...

And ends perfectly, but you still feel like hell because it acts as a reminder that it never turns out that way for you in real life.

It’s Fine

(Not my Gif)

Poe Dameron x Reader, Some Angst, Fluffy Ending

Requested by Anonymous: could you write a fic where the reader has a huge crush on poe but she goes to a party with him and a few other friends and later in the night sees him dancing with and making out with some girl…?

A/N: So this is mostly gender neutral with some mentions of the reader putting on makeup, so take that how you will.  PLEASE REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS! I NEED IT TO LIVE!!!

Word Count: 3.8 K

           You sat at your station filing the last reports of the evening.

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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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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 need to sit on his lap