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[virtie333]

When single father Poe Dameron takes his daughter to visit a supposedly haunted castle in Ireland, an unusual encounter occurs.

[ghostofskywalker]

Droid Diagnostics

Poe Dameron/Reader

Fictober Day 8 of 31

Words: 1,140

Summary: When BB-8 visits your workshop for a check-up, you finally get to meet the person that your favorite droid spends a lot of time telling you about.

Poe Dameron Masterlist

The sound of cheerful beeping made you look up from the panel you were currently fiddling with, and a familiar orange and white circular droid rolled into the workshop. “Hey BB-8!” you said. “What brings you by?” 

BB-8 rolled circles around your bench, beeping excitedly about his free time. You knew that he was actually due for a system evaluation within the next few rotations, and wondered if anything would be said about the inevitable checkup.

Every single one of the droids on the Resistance base was different, and you loved them all. The sage and calm medical droids, the scheming and strategizing astromechs, and even the babbling of protocol droids was something you didn’t really mind listening to. But it was no secret how much you enjoyed spending time with this little droid in particular, despite the fact that you had never met his primary caretaker. 

Putting the protocol control panel you had been working with to the side, you decided to try and get this mandatory checkup out of the way. “Are you here for your diagnostics?” you asked brightly, getting up from your seat. 

Immediately, BB-8 backed away from your feet. Defensive beeps filled the room, and you just laughed. “Come on, you know it’s not that bad.” 

More beeps in response. At this point you understood binary so well that you could practically hear the tone shift in the way he responded to you, and the smile on your face only grew bigger as you took a step closer. As much as the little droid complained about having his systems looked at, his avoidance of the mandatory check-ins was mostly playful, and you enjoyed teasing him a little. 

BB-8 rolled backwards, taking a few laps around the room before you were able to cut him off and reach down to pick him up. Once in your arms, BB-8 didn’t really fight any longer, and before long he was resting on your worktable, control panels open as you peered at his internal wires. 

The room fell silent as you worked, only the sound of the small radio you kept on filling the background. You enjoyed the work you did, and you found great pride in the way that you were able to take care of all the droids on base. 

As you were checking the sensors in his head, a voice you didn’t recognize filled the space as the door slid open. “Oh, that’s where you had gone!” 

You looked up, with what you were sure was surprise on your face. Your office (if you could even call it that) was tucked away in one of the corners of the base, so it wasn’t common for you to get visitors. And once you realized who was currently standing in your doorway, a sheepish expression crossed your face. 

You were working on his droid, of course it made sense why Poe Dameron was here. But you had never officially met him, and the first thing that struck you was that he was a lot more attractive up close. Sure, you had seen the posters, and you had certainly heard the chatter among both men and women on the base, all gushing about how lovely and gorgeous the pilot was, so you thought you knew what to expect.

But now, as he stood right in front of you, you realized that every single rumor and piece of hearsay was grossly understated. 

“So this is where he disappears to,” Poe said, taking a look around the room as he gestured to the droid on your worktable. 

“Yeah,” you said, a little quieter than you usually spoke. “Even when it’s not time for his diagnostic check up.” 

As if he suddenly realized something, Poe’s faced changed, and he walked over to you. “I’m Poe,” he said, holding a hand out for you to shake. “Sorry for just showing up unannounced.” 

You smiled as you shook his hand, giving him your name in return. “Don’t worry about it,” you said. “BB-8 talks about his dad all the time.” 

From your work table, BB-8 gave a halfhearted beep, something that seemed a lot like embarrassment creeping into his response. Poe however, lit up, with the smile on his face growing to a degree you didn’t know was possible. “Aww buddy, I think of you like my son too.” 

A small collection of beeps that sounded a lot like Whatever Poe, could be heard, and you smiled. “I’ll have him all set in a few moments,” you said. “So far, everything looks good with his systems.” 

“Take your time, I’m in no rush” Poe said. “I couldn’t find him and I just wanted to make sure he didn’t get himself stuck again. Besides, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t already know who you were. I’m not the only one BB-8 talks about when they’re not around, apparently.” 

The idea of the droids you helped and hung out with talking about you to the others that they met on the base was something you never really considered. “Really?” 

Poe nodded. “You’re like his favorite person here.” 

“I’m not sure about that.” 

“You are! It’s to the point where I knew that I had to come and meet you, because I was getting a little jealous.” You smiled as BB-8 beeped in agreement, feeling a little bit of bashfulness rise in your stomach. “And he’s absolutely right.” 

“I don’t know.” 

“You are both too kind,” you said, finishing up the final test you needed to complete BB-8’s diagnostics. Moments later every panel was back where it was supposed to be, and the droid was once again his energetic self, and the slightly awkward way the conversation had been moving was avoided (at least you thought it had been). 

As BB-8 rolled out of the room, Poe stayed behind. “Thank you, for taking care of him,” he said sincerely. 

“Of course,” he said. “He’s welcome in my workshop any time.” 

“What about me?” Poe asked, a goofy grin crossing his face. 

“You’re just okay, I guess.” 

“Well, is ‘just okay’ enough to get you to accept if I asked you out for a drink sometime?” 

That was certainly unexpected, and you nearly dropped the tool you were holding. “I would think so,” you said softly, a smile crossing your face. “Why, you got a day in mind?” 

“What about Zhellday?” 

You nodded. “Pick me up here at 1900?” 

“You’ve got it.” 

As he left the room and followed BB-8 down the hallway, you could have sworn you heard a quiet “yes!” spoken aloud to no one in particular. You would still have to figure out what you were going to wear, but that was a problem for later. 

Right now, you got to revel in the fact that you had a date with Poe Dameron.

- the end -

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[runa-falls]

screaming with moots masterlist

i thought it would be fun to keep a list of my ramblings with my amazing moots bc these ideas are too good to get lost in the void (my insanely crowded blog)!

please read content warnings (cw) before diving in :^)

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chef!miguel o’hara - @missdictatorme

cw: suggestive content, fluff/angst, big simp!mig

jake lockely smoking while he fucks the reader* - @whatthefishh

cw: smoking, weed, voyeurism, sex while under the influence

single dad!miguel x preschool teacher!reader - @campingwiththecharmings

cw: none, just fluff!!

moon boys w/ sex pollened!gf* - @romanarose

cw: potential dub-con, overstimulation, tag teaming?

mig's nano-tech closet + it's malfunction*- @missdictatorme

cw: mentions of naked cuddling and cockwarming -- somnophilia (bro idfk), slight size kink (I JUST KEEP ADDING TO THE CW'S 💀)

the moon boys fuck with the suit on (increased stamina)* - @melodygatesauthor

cw: multiple orgasms, overstimulation, marking, degrading words, the suits, mention of chasing rp

blow jobs, overstimulation, and feral!steven* - @missdictatorme

cw: overstimulation, hair pulling, choking/gagging, slight dacryphilia, degrading words, sore/fucked out throat idk

poe dameron x FO!reader* - @campingwiththecharmings

cw: mentions of torture/violence, potential dub-con elements, edging, sub!poe, stockholm syndrome, poe is so pretty 🥺

headcannons for drunk!moon boys* - @missdictatorme

cw: ahhh so much fluff + cuteness, filterless!steven, soft!marc, chaotic!jake, a little drunk fucking

knight!miguel x princess!reader* - @missdictatorme

ft. @campingwiththecharmings with her INSANE TAGS

cw: feral!reader, protective!miguel, assassination attempt, non-explicit smut

mafia boss!miguel x rival's wife!reader* - @campingwiththecharmings

cw: mentions of infidelity, smut (AH WHITNEY), jealousy, unhappy marriages/life :(

fruit play with marc* - @romanarose

cw: smut, food play, juices EVERYWHERE, marc is so hot

[hoedamn-eron]

listen okay

been thinking about Oscar's characters and what they're like as dads

Spoke very briefly with @writefightandflightclub about this, months ago (can't even find the post it was that long ago - I'll link it later if I do - FOUND IT)

Poe Dameron is a girl dad

Santiago Garcia is a girl dad (see here)

Steven Grant is a girl dad

And Marc Spector and Jake Lockley

(Jake especially)

But Nathan Bateman

Nathan Bateman oozes boy dad

Because, right:

Nathan created Ava and has the mindset that girls are scary

(And Luna pointed out that he'd be wary after that having a girl after 'the incident' and I agree)

Seems like the kind of guy to say 'first time, guaranteed' after sex, when you both agree to start trying

(he was right, it was)

(you still don't know how he did it)

Anyways, you both have a boy

He needed to find out at your anomaly scan because he hasn't been able to control one single thing during this pregnancy and he hates it

So he voted he found out the gender

Makes you put on classical music for "the foetus" (Nathan's words) because he seems like that type of guy

Not that he doubts the kid'll be a genius, but it can't hurt

When your son is here, Nathan would be a mess

It was one thing knowing you were pregnant, seeing the bump and ultrasounds and all

But now there's an actual kid

A kid that is fully reliant on him

Nathan probably wouldn't sleep for weeks

Just sit and works and watches the kid, make sure he's breathing

He'd mellow out eventually, when you'd told him he needed sleep and can't keep doing this to himself

You took over the night shift after that, mostly

He isn't the kind of dad to rough house

But one that you'll catch talking out coding issues to an infant who just stares at Nathan, just because of the sound of his voice

Your son would look nothing like you, and take everything after Nathan (he's super smug about it too - not only can he make literal lifelike robots, but he has 'superior genes' too)

Would want to call the boy something unique like Silas, or Atlas, something along those lines

You had veto'd them very quickly

But Silas grew on you, so I can imagine you agreed to a unique name

Once your son was old enough, he'd definitely teach him how to box

Since Nathan's sleep schedule is fucked (he's working on it), he's always up first with the kid

You'll always find them on the decking at the punching bag

Nathan was always guiding him, praising him when your son eventually punched the bag

You and Nathan both regularly went out on hikes (he enjoyed them more than you did) even before the kid

When the kid was born, it was easy to carry him around in a carrier on your chests

But when he got older and learned to walk, he never wanted to be carried

And the hikes took longer

So now Nathan's planned out new family friendly routes for you all, where you'll all be out for an hour, tops, and not far from the house

Nathan really hates mess, so will probably follow the kid around once he starts walking, just picking up after him

If he's stressed or hungover (he's working on that too) he would probably yell at you to sort it out

He'd apologise later after you chewed him out, even offering to do bath time and get the kid ready for bed

"I'll read him a story or some shit"

(It's probably Stephen Hawking)

He'd arrange someone to decorate the kids bedroom to look like space or something

You had a field day looking around the IKEA website and choosing what you wanted for your son's dream bedroom, but Nathan had just rolled his eyes and got the more expensive, designer, equivalent and it was delivered within a week

You'd told him off for doing it, but he just shrugged at you wordlessly as he set up the bedroom for your son

This is long enough, I'm gonna stop here, but now I want to write a full series of dad!Nathan 😭😭😭

[ivystoryweaver]

EVENT CLOSED

My Masterlist

1000 Follower/Holiday Celebration Masterlist

THANK YOU for every single follow and interaction! Every single reply, comment and rb makes my heart explode! I'm a bit overdue for a 1k so I thought I would combine it with a ✨Holiday Celebration✨

There will be 2 parts to this party:

Celebration Part One✨

Based on this poll, 400 of you voted, and the Moon Dads/Hanukkah idea won.

However, the Miguel/Christmas idea was such a close second, I decided to make a holiday event. LET'S DO THEM ALL!

Here's the schedule for Nov. 26-Dec. 30: (I will try to post on Saturdays or Sundays)

UPDATE: They have titles now! Each one is a holiday song title

WEEK 1: 🫂💖 "Jingle Bells" - Santiago Garcia comfort/cheer-you-up ficlet (1000 words or less) for this busy, sometimes lonely time of year. Occurs during the holidays, but is not holiday-specific. Fun fact: Jingle Bells is actually a Thanksgiving song. Thanks to the moots who helped me pick Santi

WEEK 2: 🌙🕎 "Eight Nights (in December)"* Moon Knight System as dads/Hanukkah short story (3500-7500 words). Thanks for voting! This story is your winner! 🏆

WEEK 3: 🕷️🎄"(Everybody's Waitin' for) The Man With the Bag" Miguel O'Hara/Christmas one-shot (1000-3500 words)

WEEK 4: 🎅🏼🐶 “Fairytale of New York” 18+ Pathetic Puppy Llewyn Davis on Christmas Eve one-shot (1000-3500 words) ^ This occurs on Christmas Eve, but doesn't necessarily mean characters celebrate Christmas

WEEK 5: 💫🌳 "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" Poe Dameron/Life Day ficlet (1000 words or less) coming Holiday 2024 *"Eight Nights" is a gorgeous Hanukkah song by Rosi Golan if you're not familiar

Celebration Part Two✨

And here's how you can get involved in the celebration:

I will be taking specific requests for the following characters. Please read this entire post before requesting:

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🌙Moon Knight - Marc Spector, Steven Grant and/or Jake Lockley 🕸️Across the Spiderverse - Miguel O'Hara 💫Star Wars - Poe Dameron 🤖Ex Machina - Nathan Bateman 💵Triple Frontier - Santiago Garcia 🎬Scenes From a Marriage - Jonathan Levy

There are a few other Oscar Isaac characters I might attempt, if asked.

— rules: • must be following me & must be 18+ • No request limit at this time, but let me know your top priority request if you have more than one. • requests don't have to be holiday based, but they can be!

Pick a character (above) and request:

1.🖼️- a moodboard - you can tell me the scenario or vibe, or I can pick for you! Telling me a little about yourself will help 2. 🦸🏽- a character blurb from one of my stories My Masterlist 3. 🤔- headcanons for blorbos. Requests for stories/ficlets/one shots, etc. are not open for this event

Ideas below if you need them:

here - romantic confession dialogue prompts here - married life prompts here - tender prompts here - affectionate prompts here - protective prompts here - variety prompts: angst, fluff, smut, bittersweet

4. 🎮 - games - "Would You Rather?" or "FMK" (I'll probably answer you with kiss rather than kill) 5. 📚- fic recs - Recommend a fic for me to read - can be yours or someone else's, OR ask me for recommendations because I've been reading for FOREVER and I have some writer moots who are rad af 6. ❓- questions about me, my stories or anything at all 7. 📸- send me your favorite pic or thoughts about your blorbo 8. 🤍- get-to-know-you questions here or Top 3's here - ask me to get to know me, I'll answer and ask you one back! 9. ➡️⬅️- follow backs - I need more blogs to follow. Tell me why I should follow you. What are you into?

1000 Follower/Holiday Celebration Masterlist

My Masterlist

Askbox

[for-a-longlongtime]

So I just never seem to learn.

Watched Oscar in the SW movies, thought “surely there must be some Poe Dameron x Frankie Morales fic?”.

NOPE.

Adds “Poe x Frankie fly boys fic” to WIP prompt list.

FINE.

I can get to that. Some day. Maybe early 2025.

Then I decided to rewatch Moon Knight last weekend. Thought to myself “Hey, I should see how the Din Djarin x Moon knight boys system fics are, I bet they would be good. Oscar and Pedro even joked about who would win in a fight so surely that must’ve prompted some fics”.

… once again, THERE IS NOTHING??

Okay.

Y’all know where this is going.

Will somebody please tell me that I really don’t need to write this at some point because there’s a bunch of Din x Marc or Steven fic written somewhere?

Or idk maybe I just need to be medicated at this point.

EDIT: wait, how am I forgetting that after I watched Scenes From A Marriage that I totally got an idea for dad!Jonathan meeting dad!Frankie at some kind of events idk after schools or single dads united, and they become friends or something else.

I should make an updated version of that ‘I love you in every universe’ meme 🙄

@rhoorl since I haven’t been able to get through Mojave yet, what’s the potential link there? Paired with idk Dave York or so?

[phoenixyfriend]

Star Wars AU Masterlist: Modern, Historic, Crossovers, and Otherwise Not Canonverse

(Excluding those found in the Ships list or meme fills)

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Fun fact, tumblr allows 250 links on the old editor and 100 in the new. So. Network of masterlists.

Organized as:

Modern (Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, TCW Trio, Lineage Members, Other)

History, fantasy, and non-standard modern AUs

Crossovers (Animated, Live Action SciFantasy, Live Action Realism, Books)

Crossover: Girl Genius

Crossover: Marvel

Crossover: Naruto

Modern AUs

Anidala: See Ships list

Mostly Ahsoka

* Modern AU Ahsoka forcibly adopts herself into the CodyWan household after falling into a mall fountain

Modern AU: Baby ‘Soka Bedazzles Boots

Ahsoka with henna

Ahsoka works at a raptor recovery center (Morai and Maul are both raptors there)

Ahsoka and Bo-Katan are college roommates

Wrestling AU

Mostly Obi-Wan

Obi-Wan gets an inheritance from his estranged, recently-dead grandfather

Obi-Wan and the “you gotta get married to inherit” plot

* Obi-Wan is a Parasitologist (2) - Additional: Anakin’s a Snake Guy

* Cody’s in Urban Development

Keep the CodyWan age difference, ye cowards, plus Obi-Wan as Cody’s Sugar Daddy

CodyWan with the age difference, and Obi-Wan is a parasitologist!

Codywan “My Soulmate is a Celebrity”

Optimal Codywan Dynamic

Not Just a RomCom: CodyWan AU that starts off romcom, but turns into an AU based on The Fire Within

Modern ObiMaul

* Stepsiblings! (Bant and Obi-Wan)

The Name Game

TCW Trio

Catburglar AU

Paranormal Home Inspector

Anakin introduces his little sister

Obi-Wan accidentally gets custody of a baby exchange student

Disaster Lineage Met Gala 2021 AU (Obi-Wan in Jean Robes by @masteryaddleisagilf)

Beekeeper AU

Still haven’t made this poll whoops

Anakin is trying so hard to dunk Mace at the high school fair’s dunk tank

Anakin has a crush on Cody. Cody starts dating Shmi and possibly Qui-Gon.

Other Lineage Members

Dooku and Ventress

Weird-ass marriage of convenience

Quintress “fall in love with the emergency worker who saved you”

Yoda breaks out of nursing homes

Modern Xanatos

Qui-Gon marries Mace Windu, who is now Anakin and Obi-Wan’s stepdad (and Depa is now their stepsister)

Qui-Gon is an office lunch thief

Other

Modern TBB Omega

Modern AU clones need to still have a Kind Of Weird childhood

Han Solo does stand-up comedy about his wife’s scary dads

Jewish Leia and lapsed Catholic Han

Three ST AUs: 1. Queer Eye helping Single Dad Luke, 2. Ben Solo/Poe Dameron HS AU, 3. The same, but College

Barriss has a crush on Anakin, set to the Victorious song “Best Friend’s Brother”

Artoo and Threepio are parrots

Maul’s prostheses: Gazelle from Kingsman, Elbow Crutches

Would modern AU clones refer to their dad as Sir?

Volleyball coach Siri Tachi

HISTORY/FANTASY/NON-STANDARD MODERN AUS

Regency AU - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Another Clone Wars Regency AU

Barmaid Ahsoka in a Generic Fantasy AU - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Not Quite a Man of God (demon-summoning AU) - Instructions Unclear

All the Jedi are Cats - Rex and Kitty!Soka

White dad in a horror movie

Suddenly Modern AU

Qui-Gon the Faustian Castle (and Obi-Wan, his caretaker)

Gothic Americana Disaster Lineage

Modern Ahsoka still gets to have Morai or Daughter in her life

Modern AU Daughter is a goddess who had her power stolen and is biding her time to rebuild her abilities on Earth. Ahsoka is her part-time gofer.

Maulsoka arranged marriage history AU

Earth’s Fossil Record - Legends canon - Chocolate

Obi-Wan is a horse girl and Anakin is a literal dragon

What if Obi-Wan Kenobi = Thomas Paine???

Regency AU: Palpatine tries to arrange a marriage for Rey

Crossovers

Animated

* Voltron/Star Wars: Obi-Wan/Coran

PMMM AU

Miraculous fusion fic - mostly just a “which Kwami” thing

Vader vs. Kira: Fight!

Ouran AU

Give Ventress a Death Note, which was originally mine but is mostly @epicmusic42

Rexidala but make them Happy Feet

Bleach: Anakin is a Vizard and his hollow mask is the Vader helmet

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Live-action science fiction/fantasy

TCW/The Nevers

Good Omens AU, but like... not good

The Good Space - AU where Anakin watches in-universe The Good Place

TGP fusion fic  - all you need to know is that Hondo is Jason, R2 is Bad Janet, and Fox  is Matt (the accountant who handles weird new sex things)

Doctor Who AU: disaster lineage is all one series of regenerations

Sense8 AU (Anakin, Riyo, a Naboo handmaiden, Ferus, Barriss || Dooku, Sifo-Dyas, Jocasta || Obi-Wan, Satine, Hondo)- Grogu??

The Santa Clause AU

Anidala but they’re Lazslo and Nadja from WWDitS

Disney’s Atlantis

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Live-action ‘realistic’

Miss Congeniality AU (Quintress)

Bridgerton Crossover - Aliens on the Ton  - Technically this is about the other Regency AU but meh

Midsomer Murders AU 1 - Anakin Kills Palpatine, and SW characters investigate

Midsomer Murders AU 2 - Anakin Kills Palpatine, and the canon Midsomer characters (in this case Barnaby and Troy) investigate

Midsomer Murders (disembodied dialogue about Ahsoka)

Project Runway AU

Qui-Gon is a nightmare of a guest judge

TCW Leverage AU - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Say Yes to the Dress

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Books

Anakin & Obi-Wan in HP & the Prisoner of Azkaban

Post-O66 main cast dropped into HP & the Order of the Phoenix - This AU is in the Wider AUs Masterlist

Children of the Lamp AU

Obi-Wan + Newsies

Twilight & the Disaster Lineage

Dracula AU: ft. Lucy!Obi-Wan, Reverse!JonMina!Anidala, and Doctor!Quinlan

Jedi with Daemons

GIRL GENIUS

Anevka Meets Darth Vader (GG/SW crossover)

Anevka/Bo-Katan

Obi-Wan/Vanamonde von Mekkhan

Jedi!Tarvek AU

Stewjon is GG Earth (chrono), AKA the one where Obi-Wan is genetically predisposed to being a mad scientist - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Feemor is a Heterodyne

MARVEL

Jedi end up on the Helicarrier, awkwardness abounds because of Samuel L Jackson and Natalie Portman existing in both

Matt and Clint (Not quite a crossover, but clone OCs based on Daredevil and Hawkeye)

Peter Parker’s LEGO Palpatine

Ant-Man and the Star Wars Universe

Kix should be Falcon

NARUTO

Ninjas help out the clone wars

Obito bothers Darth Vader

Mandalore and Ninja Planet philosophy comparison (featuring at least one instance of me not understanding a SW thing)

Karin vs Anakin’s half-Force genome - Meet the twins

Bounty Hunter TenTen

TenTen reincarnates as Fox (CC-1010) mostly for the pun

Anakin and Harem no Jutsu

Planet Shinju

Ahsoka gets owl summons

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Library Cards and Tree Drawings

Pairing: modern!single dad!Poe x teacher!reader(f)

Warnings: none, maybe cursing? a really shitty plot. also children, if that’s not your thing

Word count: 3.7k

Author’s note: I’m going to be honest, I’m not really sure what this is, but it somehow ended up in my mind and wouldn’t leave until I wrote this. This is the first substantial thing I’ve written in months, so here you go. Also, I feel like we’ve all just decided that when Poe has a daughter her name will be Bey, so that’s happening. So, here you go, and sorry if this is super fucking weird

“Hey, Bey!” You called out to the 7 year old as she entered your classroom. As a second grade teacher, you really shouldn’t have favorites, but you definitely have a soft spot for Bey Dameron. She was the sweetest little girl, who always used her manners, she was attentive and you could tell she loved learning. She was a natural born leader, and not in the bullshit way elementary school teachers say when they really mean bossy, the other kids in her class just seemed to listen to her. She was extremely well behaved, for a 7 year old, and in your short span of teaching, you would have to honestly say she was your favorite student. Not that you would ever say that, though.

“I have something for you,” you continue, and with this fact revealed, Bey all but throws her backpack on her little desk to practically run over to you. You pull out some books from your bag, and hold them out to her.

“I got these from the library yesterday, and thought you might like them.” She was always asking if you had more books for her to read, and since you didn’t feel like buying them, you often would just borrow them from the public library.

“Thank you! Only, I don’t really like outer space anymore.”

“You don’t?” You should have seen this coming. About once a month, Bey’s topic of interest changes. Before, it was sharks, and then it was outer space. And now, apparently, it was something new all together.

“Nope.”

“Then what do you like?”

“Airplanes. Just like my daddy.” She added that last part on with a large grin, so big you could see her missing teeth from where she’d pulled them out when they got too wiggly for her to like.

“Alright, next time I go, I’ll try to look for books about airplanes, how about that?” She nodded eagerly, and you held the books up before asking, “You still want these?” This was met with another eager nod, and you handed them to her before shooing her off towards her own desk, so class could begin.

——

You always had a soft spot for Bey Dameron. This had nothing to do with the fact that her extremely attractive dad was single, which is what the other teachers all said was your motive for being so nice to the kid. Hell, you were nice to all your kids, but between the books and the way she liked to come to school early to spend time with you, made it seem like you had ulterior motives. Which you absolutely did not. You’d really only met her father twice, once at the first day of school and once when she was getting picked up early. But, as fate would have it, you were about to see him again.

“Bey, do you have your project?” At the simple question, the girl’s dark eyes were going wide with fear. “No…” she trailed off as she sat down at her desk.

“It’s ok, do you want to call your dad to bring it in? Jackson has to go down to the office to call his grandma to bring it, so you could go together.” At this information, the girl was nodding furiously and sprang out of her desk, before rushing out of the classroom, the other student trailing behind her.

They returned a few minutes later, with the promises that they’re projects would be brought to them. When you got the call from the front office a few minutes later, that someone dropped off a project, you had another teacher watch your class while you took the two kids to the office. It ended up being Jackson’s grandma, so you walked him back to your classroom, poster board in tow, while one of the secretaries sat with Bey as she waited for her dad.

That’s who you assumed was crouching next to her when you returned, furiously apologizing to his daughter.

“I’m so sorry, Bey, I should have reminded you, I knew we were forgetting something-“

“Can I just take it and go?” She wasn’t mad, but that kid has priorities, and right now it was showing off her poster board on Mercury. Poe laughed, before handing the poster over to his daughter, who then turned to you, a triumphant smile on her face and her poster held out in front of her.

“See! I told you it was cool!”

Bey had been talking your ear off before class every morning this week, all about her poster. She was very proud of it, and she had done it all by herself. And, for a second grader’s project, it was pretty high quality.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble, I forgot to send an email out last night.” This was a lie, but it was clear that Bey’s dad was beating himself up over this, and you didn’t want to make him feel worse.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I completely spaced it this morning. Sorry for taking up class time.”

“It’s really not a problem.” This time you were telling the truth.

“Bye dad!” Bey decided she had enough of this conversation, and was ready to go back to class. He laughed again, before softly ruffling her hair and saying goodbye and leaving. He gave you a wave goodbye, which you returned with a smile. He really was quite attractive, but you didn’t have any time to dwell on that before Bey was turning to go back to class.

——

Parent-teacher conferences were one of your least favorite things about being a teacher. As a second grade teacher, you had hoped you’d get out of the optional conferences, but it turns out practically all of the parents wanted to talk to you about their kids. It was always the same things, parents worried their kids were falling behind and then you reassuring them that their kids were perfectly fine. You were proud that all the kids were doing well, but it made the whole ordeal rather boring.

You only had one more parent to meet with, and then you’d be able to finally go home. Poe Dameron. You expected it to be a quick conference, because of how smart, attentive, and well behaved Bey was. Although, you wouldn’t mind this particular conference lasting a little longer, if only so you could look at Poe for longer without it being strange or unprofessional.

“I don’t have any concerns with Bey. She’s always well behaved and ready to learn, she completes assignments on time, and she participates in class.” Poe seemed relieved at this, as if he actually thought his daughter was anything less than extraordinary.

“That’s good to hear.”

You smiled, and then added, “If you have any questions about class work or her behavior, I’d be happy to answer them.”

“I don’t have any concerns if you don’t.”

That almost disappointed you. You wished there was something you could say, just to make him stay a bit longer. And then, you came up with the perfect answer.

“Although, I would have to say that you should consider getting her a library card. It’s getting hard to keep up with her rotating interests and reading levels.” You meant this as a joke, but Poe seemed to take it seriously.

“That was you? Getting her the books?” You nodded, a bit scared that you crossed a line or did something wrong, and then he continued, “She said she was getting them from school, I didn’t know she meant from her teacher. I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? I’m perfectly happy to get her the books, it’s easier to get them from the library than to pay for them. I don’t mind, honestly, I look forward to hearing all about whatever new thing she’s interested in.”

The last part earned a small chuckle, before he continued talking, “You shouldn’t have to do that for her, I’ll start taking her to the library or something.” He still seemed upset though, which you hadn’t anticipated. You almost regret bringing it up.

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line, I just thought she might enjoy reading things that actually interested her. I should have made sure you were ok with it, I’m really sorry.”

“No! No, that’s not-“ And then Poe was cut off with another teacher knocking on your door. Instead of finishing his sentence, he changed course and said goodbye, standing up and leaving as quickly as he could.

——

Now you just felt dumb. In your short span of being a teacher, you hadn’t bonded with a student the same way you bonded with Bey. According to the other teachers, it was because she saw you as a mother figure, which you thought was bullshit. Sure, she didn’t have a conventional mom, but she certainly had mother figures, you’d heard all about Rey and Rose, her dad’s friends who she looked up to more than you thought possible, when she came to class early. Sure, you liked her, but there was no way in hell she saw you in an even remotely mother figure way.

While this didn’t seem like a big deal, you realize the weight of the gesture while staring at your ceiling that night. God, it had seemed like you overstepped. You definitely should have asked Poe first, and now you were thinking of ways to apologize. You would have done the same thing for any other student who asked. Hell, you had in the past, but for some reason, this was different, it carried a different weight, the gesture had a seemingly deeper meaning than when you’d picked up books at the library for kids the year before. At least you had the weekend to find a way to apologize.

———

You turn around in the aisle of shelves when you hear a surprised gasp. When you finish turning around, you’re equally as surprised to see the person in front of you. Out of all the people you expected to see in the public library, little Bey Dameron was not one of them, but there she was, standing there and staring up at you. You were surprised, not just because of the conversation you had with her dad, but also her avid complaining about her lack of a library card. Apparently, Poe had taken your words from the conference to heart, and had finally gotten the kid a library card.

“Hi Bey!” You attempt a wave, but your hands are full with a thick stack of books. Your conversation with the kid is cut off before it can even begin, when her father hurriedly turns into the aisle behind her.

“Jesus Christ, Bey! You can’t just run off!”

“Sorry!” She did look genuinely sorry, but her look of regret is soon replaced by one of pure joy. “But look who I found!” Poe follows the path of Bey’s extended finger, his eyes landing on you for the first time since he stepped into the aisle.

And you immediately wish the floor would just swallow you up, and extract you from the situation. You opt to instead keep your focus on the little girl, who’s giving you one of her signature toothy, or rather lacking-teeth, smiles. You can’t help but smile back. Poe begins to talk, and it unfortunately pulls your attention to him.

“Look, I’m sorry, I just-“

“I’m really sorry, but I’ve gotta get going.” You’re already retreating backwards down the aisle. “Bye, Mr, Dameron. I’ll see you Monday, Bey!”

The little girl yells her goodbyes at you, met with sushing from her father, who can’t help but to smile and reprimand her anyway, “Bey, we are in a library!” And you just laugh.

——

“Look at the book I got at the library!” Bey pulls the book out of her backpack, and rushes over to your desk as soon as she enters your classroom on Monday morning. She holds it up, and you see it’s a rather thick book about airplanes.

“Can I see it?” She eagerly places it into your hands, and you open it to see it’s mainly pictures and large letters, shutting it and handing it back to her with a smile. “Very cool!”

“Yeah, my daddy finally took me to the library! And then we saw you! But daddy was acting kinda weird, and I asked him about it, and he said that he made you sad, and he wanted to say sorry because he didn’t try to make you sad, and then-“ Bey’s rambling was cut off by the bell ringing and her friends calling to her, so she hurried back to her desk so she could talk to her friends while you set up for the day.

For once in your life, you were glad for the kid’s rambling, finally giving you insight into the situation. He felt bad. He didn’t need to, and you decided that next time you saw him you would tell him that. You’d say, hey, no hard feelings, I crossed a line, don’t feel bad it’s fine, and then it would be fine. Bey clearly didn’t seem to mind.

And, for a reason unknown to you, it made you feel significantly better that he wasn’t angry with you. You told yourself that it was because you craved approval, especially from parents, who you knew were constantly judging you. It totally wasn’t because you were starting to get a crush on the man. That was totally, completely, not even a factor in why it made you feel better.

——

The moment to apologize, apparently, came a lot sooner than you thought it would. You normally never had to worry about kids getting picked up in time, but on Friday, Bey was still there 20 minutes after school got let out. This was unusual, because even if her dad couldn’t get her, one of her dad’s friends, the people she called her aunts and uncles, would have picked her up. You just assume Poe got held up somewhere, and would be here soon.

“Can you call him?” Bey, who was normally completely fine spending extra time with you, was clearly extremely worried, evident by her constant asking, glancing at the clock, and the way her bottom lip was beginning to quiver.

“I’m so sorry, but I don’t know his phone number.” And now the office was closed, and you didn’t have a key. “Do you know it?” She shook her head, and was looking closer to tears by the second. “Here, I’ll tell you what we’ll do. We’ll wait until the big hand gets to the six, and if he isn’t here, we can go and find a janitor for the key to the office. Does that sound ok?” She nodded, but still looked extremely upset, which was understandable. “Wanna color?”

She nodded again, so you sat at a little table with her and colored, while looking out the window for her dad’s car every few minutes. She was still uncharacteristically quiet, which you just chalked up to her dad being late. You decided to distract her a little further.

“Do you have any plans for the weekend?”

“Yep! We’re going to drive and visit my grandpa. Only, he lives far away so I have to sit in my car seat for like, 100 hours. But it’s ok, because then I get to run around at my grandpa’s house. And my dad said this time I could climb the really huge tree.” She answered all of this without looking up from her coloring page.

“Hey, Bey? What color is your dad’s car?”

“It’s grey. And it’s kinda small so sometimes-“

You cut off what was sure to be another ramble by pointing out the window. “Is that it?” She gasped and sprung out of her seat, grabbing her backpack and half finished coloring sheet, as you watched her dad all but throw himself out of the car.

“C’mon, Bey, let’s get you home.”

By the time you made it out the door, he had already practically sprinted to the door.

“Daddy!”

“Im so sorry I’m so late, kiddo, I fucked up.”

“Daddy! You can’t say that!” She was laughing as he picked her up, and you couldn’t help but to smile.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. It hasn’t been a good day today.”

“Oh no! You have to tell me all about it in the car, because you were late. And then you have to buy me ice cream!”

“Of course I will.”

“Can I go in the car now? Or am I spending the rest of my night standing here?” This earned a laugh from both you and Poe. Clearly, she didn’t really care that he was almost 40 minutes late.

“Sure thing, kiddo,” he placed her down, and then shouted out as she started to run to his car, “Be careful! Look for cars!” She yelled something back, but you couldn’t really hear. Once she made it safely to his car, Poe’s attention was turned to you.

“Look, I’m really sorry, it’s been a shitty day, and I know that’s no excuse to leave my kid for 40 minutes after school, and I know you think I’m a shitty dad, but I really am sorry. Can I pay you back or something? A gift card?”

“It’s totally fine, accidents happen all the time. I really didn’t mind spending the extra time with her, I would have been here this late anyway, I just had some company.”

“At least let me get you a gift card or something.”

“No way, I don’t take bribes.” You grin, before continuing, “plus, I’m so sorry about the books. I should have asked first and I definitely crossed a line. So now we’re even.”

He’s shaking his head, and is about to say something, but Bey decides she’s over sitting in the car, and opens the window to yell out, “Hurry up! I wanna go home now please!”

“Don’t keep your kid waiting any longer, or I don’t think ice cream will be enough penance for you.” He huffs out a laugh, before thanking you again, and then turning to go to his car. You stand outside and wave as they drive past, laughing as you see Bey’s face pressed against the window and her overly enthusiastic face.

——

“Daddy?”

“What Bey?” Poe responds to the inquiry from the backseat with an only mildly exasperated sigh.

“I have to draw a picture of the really big tree right when we get home.”

“Ok.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me why?”

“Sorry,” he laughs, and any little bit of frustration he had with Bey during the 3 hour car ride was gone, replaced with only even more love for his incredibly smart and headstrong 7 year old daughter. “Why do you need to draw a picture?”

“Because I told my teacher about it and I told her how big it was and she didn’t believe me so now I gotta draw her a picture of it.”

You. She was drawing you a picture. Poe knew it was bad, it was wrong to be in love with his daughter’s teacher. Not love, he quickly corrected his mind, just a crush. A small, tiny crush that grows exponentially every time he sees you. And, to make it significantly worse, you probably hated him and thought he was a horrible dad. But he didn’t have time to dwell on that, because Bey was rambling on about what she learned during science last week.

——

Your other least favorite day of the year. End of the school year parent-teacher conferences. And, again, you were looking forward to finally going home, with one last conference in between you and eating your dinner. And, again, it was Poe Dameron. It looks like the universe decided to give you a do over.

The first thing Poe noticed when he walked into your room were the drawings taped to your desk. Specifically, a drawing of a tree that takes up most of the page, with his daughter’s sloppy signature taking over the bottom of the page. The second thing he noticed was how incredibly pretty you looked.

“It’s nice to see you again.” You start as he sits down, “I still don’t have any concerns with Bey or her learning. I’m sure she’ll do just fine in third grade.”

“Third grade, damn.” He sits for a moment, contemplating how quickly his little girl is growing up before he recognized that he had cursed. He wasn’t sure what the rules were, but it felt strange to be cursing in a second grade classroom. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to curse or anything, it’s just too crazy to think she’s growing up.”

“It’s fine,” you say through a smile, “Its always crazy to see them grow up through the year, they all seem so much bigger than they were before. I’m sure that’s the last thing you wanna hear though.”

“It’s not my favorite thing,” it’s his turn to smile now, “I don’t want her to grow up. Third grade seems too old.”

You nod, before adding, “She still has 3 weeks of second grade left.” He nods with a smile, and you continue, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m gonna miss her. She’s a great student, and I can tell she’s already becoming a wonderful person.”

“Thank you, I know she’s going to miss you. You’ve definitely made an impact on her. Now I have to take her to the library every week, she’ll be reading encyclopedias before 4th grade.” You both laugh at this, enjoying the small time you have with each other before it gets too unprofessional.

“Well, if you don’t have any questions for me, I think that’s everything. It was nice to see you again.” You add, and he can tell it’s an honest sentiment, and not just something you mean when you say it to every parent you meet with.

“I won’t take up any more of your time,” he says, standing, “but I do have one question.”

“Of course.”

“Do you… alright, this might be weird, please tell me if it is, but… would you, I mean, are you… do you want to maybe go out sometime? Not anything serious, maybe just coffee or something like that? And you can totally say no! This is probably super weird for you, I’m really sorry, I’ll stop now.”

“I’m sorry, Poe, but I’m still Bey’s teacher, and I don’t want this to be weird.” He nods his understanding, turning to leave, so you quickly add in something before he reaches the door.

“Ask me again in 3 weeks, I’ll have a different answer.”

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Headcanon Blast: Single Dad Au

Aka: an unorganized, random list of headcanons for the single dad au

Poe and Jess were beat friends literally since birth, and they were neighbors too so they never really went more than a week without seeing each other all the way up until college time

Libby loves moana libby loves moana libby loves moana LIBBY LOVES MOANA LIBBY LOVES MOANA LIBBY LOVES MOANA

Poe went to college in NYC to pursue a music career and got a general music degree or something like that

Poe has a sister named Elena, and Libby REALLY looks up to her

Libby's mom (who I havent named yet) was from Greece and she was in NYC for college and Poe was like, high key in love with her and kinda thought maybe she would be the one but then she broke his heart.....

He thought they were going to raise Libby together but she was just like "nah fam I'm not ready to be a mom" and left in the middle of the night, leaving a letter for Poe

She writes to him and Libby once or twice a month

Poe is bi, btw

I usually hc him as gay but for plot purposes in this one he's bi

Finn is an insomniac and a chronic stress baker

No Kylo in this fic bc he's a lil bitch and I do not like him

Poe surfs.

High key a few of Poe's traits on this fic are stolen from Marty Deeks from NCIS LA (surfing, love of theater and sour patch kids)

Poe has two necklaces!!

One is kinda long, sits about mid chest, its just a leather strap with Shara's ring

The other one sits about collar bone level, so visible above most shirts, its a black chord with a little wood pendant carved to look like a compass

But necklaces bave huge emotional significance to Poe, the first for obvious reasons, but you'll have to wait to learn about necklace #2 (unless you're nat, who hears basically all my ideas as soon as I make them)

LIBBY IS LIKE BESTIES WITH SNAP AND KARÉ'S KIDS AND ITS SO PURE OKAY???

Snap and Karé have two boys named Eli and Joey

Finn and Rey own a bakery together :)))

Poe gets a job as a mechanic

POE SINGS A LOT OKAY???

He really likes James Taylor, and he sings You've Got A Friend and Sweet Baby James to Libby as lullabies

Poe, Jess, Snap and Karé all live within walking distance of each other

JESS WILL BE THE BEST MAN AT POES WEDDING OKAY

Not because I think Snap matters less, but because of how I set up their friendship story

Poe and Jess were friends since birth, and Poe went to college in NYC while Jess stayed closer to home (home is Virginia Beach)

Snap was Poe's college roommate are Karé was Jess's roommate

Snap was coming to visit Poe after he had moved back, and he invited him to a cookout w/ Jess, and Jess happened to be bringing Karé

And Snap and Karé ended up going out and trying long distance for a while (bc snap was still living in NYC) but then Snap moved to virginia beach and they got engaged and got a place together like four blocks from Poe's house and six blocks from Jess

Finn is constantly cuffing his pants, wearing tucked in shirts with colorful patterns, wearing belts, dressing like a Poster Bi™

Did I already say that Rey and Finn are best friends?? Idk if I did, but they are.

Rose fits in here somewhere, I havent figured out exactly where yet

I think she maybe works at the same garage as Poe bc Mechanic Rose is SO underused.

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Sneak Peek at the Single Dad Au

This is 100% unedited, and I didnt fix the formatting either, so all italics are gone, but I really just wanted to put this out there for feedback so here we are

Enjoy!

They gathered their things and headed down to the beach access, making a quick pit stop at an ice cream truck parked in the public access parking lot because who could resist a nice firecracker pop on the fourth of July? Not Poe, that was for sure. 

"We come bearing gifts!" Poe shouted, holding out the frozen treats on his hands for everyone to see. Jess whooped, standing to grab her cherry italian ice and the spoon that came with it. 

"Mmmmwah!" she made a funny noise as she placed an exaggerated kiss on his cheek. "Dameron, sometimes I swear you're a godsend," she said, tearing into the package. 

"It's cause I am," he replied. 

"Daddy!" Libby ran smack into him, wrapping her arms around his hips. "Did you get me a fudge bar?"

"'Course I did Libs," he showed it to her, but held it just out of her reach for now. "Go let Auntie Karé wash off your hands, then you can have it."

She bounced over to Karé, who was using a bottle of clean water to wash the sand and sticky salt residue off her sons' hands. 

"Alright, we've got a firecracker pop and a fistbump for Eli, cause he's got taste, a fudge pop for miss Liberty Rose, an orange pushpop for Joey, and a Klondike Bar for one Karé Wexley." He handed out the treats, "get 'em while they're cold, cause they won't last long!"

"You're telling me that," Finn retorted, looking dejectedly at his half melted strawberry ice cream cup. 

"C'mere," Jess pulled him into the shade of the umbrella, "that should be a little better."

Bee, who had been sitting patiently by Jess's side all but tackled Poe as soon as he sat down in the sand. "Aw, hey buddy!" He used the hand that wasnt holding his firecracker pop to scratch behind Bee's ears, resting their heads together for a second. "I know, I missed you too!" Be rolled over into the sand, offering up his belly. Poe gave him all the scratches his little heart desired as he hurried to finish his firecracker pop before it melted. 

As soon as it was gone, he was up. "Who's coming swimming?" he asked. 

Jess immediately stood, stretching out like a cat. "I'll bite," she said. As soon as Jess was up, Rey was too, and then Finn. Snap and Karé decided to stay back, watch their things and watch the kids, who were still working on their mega castle. 

The water was warm and nice, in that calm-but-not-too-calm kind of way where the waves would send you floating up but wouldn't overpower you. Rey stood about ankle deep for a while and Finn waded in slowly while Poe and Jess threw caution to the wind, diving straight into the waves. When they resurfaced, they waved to the other two, beckoning them in. 

"When are you gonna ask Finn out," Jess inquired quietly, twisting her wet hair into a quick messy braid. 

"When are you gonna ask Rey out?" he retorted, and Jess splashed him in the face. They would've fallen into friendly bickering if it weren't for Finn popping up beside them. 

They treaded water, chatting and floating up over each wave. Some of them were crashing just a little farther out, and they swam over to the chest deep water. They made a game out of guessing which waves would crash, and which ones wouldn't. If they didn't think the wave would crash, they'd ride over it. However, if they did think it was going to crash, they'd dive through it. 

Everyone picked their stance for each wave, earning a point if they chose correctly and loosing one if they didn't. Whatever you picked, you had to stop with, even if that meant trying to ride a wave as it crashed on top of you.

"Alright, we've got me in the lead with ten points, Jess close behind at eight, Finn trailing her with five, and Rey, poor girl, dead last with two zero points." Poe said, rubbing his hands together. "That is the championship wave," he pointed to one about eight feet out. "I'm gonna go with ride."

"Ride," Finn decided.

Jess studied the wave for a split second, then said "dive."

Rey made some stressed out noises as the wave approached, then finally blurted out "dive!"

Seconds later, the wave was crashing on top of them. The rush of water pushed Finn and Poe together, tangling their limbs and they swam upwards. They surfaced caught up in each other, laughing and spitting out seawater. Poe blushed, feeling Finn's hand on his chest as they clung to each other, waiting for the swell of water to recede. 

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What did I do right (to be with you right now)

A/N: I was struck by dad!Poe feels a few days ago on Discord and then this happened, so this is me being soft af about Poe being a great dad and a sweet wonderful husband. Title comes from "Favorite T-Shirt" by Jake Scott.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader (no pronouns, but reader is pregnant)

Word Count: 1.4K

CW: Pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, parenthood.

Every single day, Poe confirmed that Kes Dameron was an exact replica of him. It was obvious to anyone's eyes, with matching curls and the same deep beautiful eyes, and when it came to the inside there was no doubt: Kes Dameron is just like his dad, with a big heart and a mind too full of thoughts.

You hadn’t been feeling well, a 5-month-old pregnancy being at fault, and poor little Kes got too worried when he saw his mom leaving the room to go lay down and his dad following behind to make sure you were alright. Kes followed close too, looking at Poe helping you get comfortable before meeting Kes outside your bedroom.

It took Poe one look at Kes to know exactly what was going through his mind. Poe held his hand as they both walked outside to the back of the house, he needed a distraction, and considering his and his son's head worked the same way, he knew just the right thing to do.

“Is mommy okay?” Kes’s little voice asked as they came to a halt, full of concern that reached up to his eyes wide open looking up at his dad. You were okay, more than okay, you were just very much pregnant. The second trimester had hit hard and fast, with waves of dizziness and leg cramps coming out of nowhere that left you down and resting for most parts of the day. To the eyes of a 3-year-old boy, without a doubt, it was a sight worth worrying about.

“Oh, bud. Don’t worry,” Poe kneeled down to his height, meeting Kes eye to eye. “Mommy is alright, but making a baby makes mommy feel sick sometimes.”

“How can we help mommy?” This kid, Poe could see once again, was too much like him: a man of action ready to help.

“We can help mommy by letting her rest, ‘kay?” Poe did his best to try and calm him down. Kes nodded, not quite convinced, but smiling when his dad did it too. “Now come on, let’s climb up.” Poe signaled his head up to his old x-wing, his beloved Black One, now resting in all her retired glory.

“Inside?!” Kes asked with excited eyes.

“Well, you are a big brother now, big brothers need to learn how to fly.” The way Kes’s eyes lit up almost made Poe tear up, his heart swelling with pride. “Come on, up we go.” With a grunt, Poe lifted Kes and placed him inside of the X-Wing. He hopped on after, placing Kes on his lap and reaching for the helmet that rested on the dashboard. It was way too big for Kes’s head, and when Poe placed it there the protective gear hung to the side of his little head.

“Dad! I can’t see anything!” Both of them laughed when Kes turned, the helmet covering half of his face.

“I’m sorry, Commander,” Poe apologized with a fake serious tone that only made both of them laugh more as Poe arranged the helmet so the little boy could see. “Pilots need their helmets while flying.”

“‘m not a commander.” Kes’s hands stuck to his sides, eyes analyzing everything in front of him.

“What do you mean? Kes Dameron is the best pilot in the galaxy.” They shared another laugh before Poe signaled to the front. “Alright, bud, why don’t you press that button over there…” Poe pointed to one of the power buttons, which Kes pressed with unsure chubby fingers while Poe lifted one of the engine levers. The motor started roaring then, and Poe’s stomach fluttered with long-forgotten electricity now also mixed with joy as his kid’s animated laughter filled the cockpit. “There you go! Now, let’s lift it a little bit, ready?”

When Poe grabbed the lever in between their legs, he guided both of Kes’s small hands around his own. He began lifting the ship, just a few feet above the ground, enough for Kes to feel it. “We are flying!” Just the feeling of hovering made the little boy erupt in excited giggles, Poe could never get tired of that sound.

“Yes we are, bud. Just don’t tell mommy, okay?” You were going to kill him if you found out. “Ready to get back to base, Commander Dameron?” Poe asked after a couple of minutes, channeling his General voice.

“Yes, daddy!” His voice was as firm as his father’s, just a tiny bit more high-pitched. They landed the ship with matching smiles and looked at each other. Sometimes, in moments like this, when Poe looked at his life he could not believe how lucky he was.

“That was a very successful mission, Commander, congratulations bud!”

“Again!” Kes couldn’t stop his excitement, no matter how hard he tried.

“Oh, no…” Poe laughed, he was creating a monster. “Maybe some other time. Now let’s go back inside-”

“No! No daddy, please! I want to stay here.” You were definitely going to kill him.

They stayed there, going through every button and trigger, what each one did and how everything worked; they shot the bad guys and Poe told stories about far away planets and being among the stars until, eventually, Kes ended up falling asleep with the helmet on and a smile on his face; that smile brought Poe a comfort different to the one that his ship had always given to him, one that came with peace and home and his beautiful family. So much peace, that maybe he could close his eyes for a little while and take it all in.

That’s how you find your two boys after a while - after the amount of quietness in the house became too much quiet -. The two of them rested calmly inside the X-Wing, a sight you hadn’t seen in so long, one that took you years back to when you were fighting a war. Your stomach fluttered, this time not with nausea, but with so much love you could maybe start crying. 

Your hand reached up to Poe’s curls, much shorter now than they were back then, little streaks of grey appearing on some of the tips and roots, but he looked handsome as ever, as he did the day you met him. “Poe,” you whispered when he grunted, his way of showing he was awake. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He whispered back, following your eyes to look at the still-sleeping toddler on his lap. “Are you feeling better?” Your nod made Poe let out a happy sigh. “Kes was getting nervous about you feeling sick, that’s why we came here.”

“Oh, my little boy.” You expressed fondly, your hand resting on top of the helmet. “So you fixed it the only way you knew how.”

“It used to work for me.” Your eyes met with a silent nostalgia on them, with thousands of memories of finding each other in that same spot before battles, after losses, or when you just needed a moment of quiet.

“It worked for him too.” With careful hands you removed the helmet, letting Kes’s head rest more comfortably on Poe’s chest. “Flying never fails, does it?” A guilty smile played on Poe’s lips, one too inviting not to kiss away.

“I thought you wouldn’t hear,” Poe confessed against your lips.

“An X-Wing engine?” You kissed him again, trying to suppress your laugh like that. Poe apologized, an apology that you took with a smile as you played with Kes’s curls. “Did he like it?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear his excitement.” He joked, making both of you laugh. “I’m afraid you are going to have to deal with pilots for a little while more.” Poe stretched his neck to kiss you again, not missing the way you smiled and sighed under his touch.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” As if on cue Kes began stretching then, lifting his arms to shake away the sleep. “Good morning, Captain Dameron.” You pushed back his curls, welcoming him with soothing motions. “Let’s go back inside and have a snack, how does that sound?”

Kes nodded as he blinked awake, meeting your face with a tiny smile. “Yeah, but I’m a Commander, mommy!” Kes corrected you, just another confirmation that Kes was definitely his father’s son. 

It goes unspoken as both you and Poe laugh and meet each other’s eyes, but after the years you went through together, you often wondered what did you do right to be right there, right now.

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baby scarab || 52

anon - hiya, hope you're doing okay! I love baby scarab and the stuff about y/n struggling with eating. I have a request. it's totally fine if you don't want to do this. but what if y/n like hid wrappers or leftover food underneath stuff in the bin because she's scared of people knowing shes eaten something and the boys comfort her and tell her she doesn't need to do that. again it's okay if you don't want to write this as I understand it could be triggering❤️

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anon - Hi! love your baby scarab series, i was wondering how marc/steven/jake and/or layla would react to Y/N having a panic attack? especially with the three alters

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anon - Pls do one where y/n has a really bad migraine and the moon boys are trying to help the best they can, been having one for 2 days and it hurts :(

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A/N : AHHHHHHHHH :0

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : STILL using poe dameron gifs bc i STILL dont know where to find more mk ones :(

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, mentions of old foster parents bringing up old shit, panic attack, mentions of nightmares, protective dads, let me know if i missed anything.

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you shot up from where you were laying, making marc jump in surprise and help steady you as you looked around the room frantically.

“woah kid, are you okay?” marc asks and you just stare at the wall for a second before looking to him.

“..yeah… i’m okay” you confirm more to yourself than marc, and that’s when you notice the switch.

“are you sure you’re alright, love?” steven asks gently and you look away while nodding.

you couldn’t help but bring your hand up to where you had been hit in your dream, and that’s when the questions started coming.

“was it harrow again?” jake asks and you nod again.

“oh my gosh, did he hit you?” stevens eyes widen a fraction and you look to him and shake your head.

“it.. it wasn’t him” you start and you see stevens face turn pale.

“who..” it seemed like steven already knew who it was.

“oh no.. no no it wasn’t us” steven tries to deny it and you just look down at the floor.

“steven i’m sorry”

“no” steven shakes his head. “i’m sorry, and i can not stand it when you apologize for things that are out of your control” 

that surprised you. you’ve come to get used to the weird dreams, knowing that would never ever happen to you, so it didn’t really phase you anymore what happened.

unless harrow was involved. and he was just trying to scare you.

you all knew that, you weren’t stupid.

“wha-“

“no- i’m not finished, stop apologizing to us for the simple things like dreams, and even though we could seem angry it doesn’t mean you should be sorry” he rants and you nod.

“now you know that i would never ever hurt a single hair on your head” steven hesitantly reaches out towards you, and takes you leaning towards him instantly as the ‘go ahead’ to put his arm around your shoulder for a side hug.

“i know. he’s just trying to fuck with me” you try to make light of the situation.

and it seemed that you did a little since steven stifled a small laugh.

“can we-“

“forget about it? please” marc interrupts, and you sigh, getting up and wandering to the kitchen.

steven followed after you while you shuffled through the cabinets.

“you want to order in?” he offers and you nod.

“i’ll pay though” you tell him and he makes a face.

“but you need to-“

“but i have extra money since i don’t have to pay rent anymore” you defend and he just sighs, knowing you’ll find a way to win the fight.

“only if you insist” steven puts his hands up in surrender while you pull your phone out to dial the number of one of your favorite take out places.

while you were having a conversation with the lady on the phone, steven was talking to both marc and jake, and you couldn’t focus in on them since you didn’t want to take up too much of this ladies time.

by the time you were done, steven was gone and that made you confused again.

“steven? guys?” you ask into the air.

“in here!” you hear steven shout from what sounded like your room.

you made a face and rushed over, to see that he had about a dozen wrappers in his hand.

“didn’t you just clean in here? sorry for coming in but i saw rubbish on the floor and thought i’d pick it up” he says quickly and shrugs.

you just purse your lips and nod. “i did. i cleaned it, i mean” you confirm and feel your breathing pick up a bit, and you don’t know why.

your hands suddenly felt clammy too, and you found yourself leaning against your doorframe as steven approached you.

“then where did all these come from?” he wonders and you just avoid looking in his general direction.

“hey, is something wrong?” he asks and you take a deep shaky breath before answering.

“i uhm.. you know i have really fast metabolism right?” you ask and hide your face in your hands.

“yeah from the spider bite” marc says and you feel your legs weaken as you start sliding down the doorframe while steven tenses up a bit and crouches down in front of you.

“hey, princesa talk to me” jake brushes your hair out of your face as tears involuntary gather in your eyes.

“i- i can’t breath” you gasp out, and you start clawing at your throat, making jake pry your hands away and hold them down at your sides.

“shh, just listen to my voice. can you do that, princesa?” jake asks in a soft voice, and all you can respond with is a short nod.

 “good, now there’s no need to worry, we aren’t mad i promise” he starts and you focus on trying to catch your breath.

“we know your fast metabolism causes you to get hungry a lot, so it’s perfectly fine to have snacks throughout the day- as many as you want as long as you feel good” he adds, and you nod, coming back to your senses.

marc and steven stayed quiet, amazed at how fast jake of all people could calm you down.

“i- i was just worried you’d get mad because you just went to the store and spent all this money and-“

“hey, just work on breathing okay?” jake starts and you take a deep breath, doing so.

“we got those snacks for you, and don’t worry about money. you are our daughter so as long as you’re happy and healthy that’s all that matters to us”

that made your bottom lip wobble a bit, and seeing as your breathing had calmed down jake helped you stand so that he could pull you into a hug.

you hug him back immediately, and since you were overwhelmed by so many feelings at once, you couldn’t help but grip onto the back of his shirt like your life depended on it.

your arms were wrapped around jake the tightest they could be, to which he did the same, holding you impossibly close to him.

jake rocked you back and forth while you continued to calm yourself down, one of his hands coming up to run a hand through your hair.

your hands shook from how tight you were holding onto jakes shirt, which he could feel and it worried him.

it was a complete turn around in your mood when steven brought out those wrappers, which now rested in his pocket.

none of them knew how upset you would get- hell, you didn’t even know you’d get upset.

you just surprisingly still not used to the whole family thing, and that families are supposed to actually love each other and ‘never’ get mad.

sure, you’ve seen each of them a bit angry in their own ways, but they never yelled or shouted at you.

they never directed their anger towards you like past ‘parents’ have.

well, yes they’ve gotten frustrated with you before and vise versa, but it all gets sorted out since you are all comfortable with communicating it.

jake just continued to rock you back and forth, at the same time that the phone in his pocket was vibrating, signaling that somebody was calling one of them.

jake just rolled his eyes.

“whoever it is can wait” jake mutters and he feels you smile a little against where your face was pressed into his chest.

they were a relieved that you got over your little panic attack so quickly.

you eventually let go, giving your sore hands a rest from gripping at jakes shirt so hard.

he didn’t let you go though, he stayed there with his nose buried in your hair.

you didn’t mind it either. you knew jake wasn’t usually a touchy person, so just having him there this close to you by choice meant a lot.

but of course, all good things come to and end.

“aww” steven suddenly voices.

“steven shut up you ruined their moment” marc scolds, which makes you laugh, jake letting go to look at you in the eyes.

“don’t pay attention to those idiotas” he scoffs. “we all know i’m your favorite” he winks at you, and you chuckle again.

“only because you have cool hats”

“i’ll take it” he lets go of you, and both of you shuffle into the living room after jake threw away the wrappers in his pocket.

“it’s been weird ever since i got bit by that spider” you start, plopping down on the couch, jake doing the same with a raised eyebrow.

“i used to skip meals and now i spend most of my nights eating fruit roll ups” you joke and jake stifles a laugh as both pedro and luna hop up on the couch in between you both.

you got distracted by the cats and didn’t notice the look jake was giving you.

but when you did, you halted in your movements and stopped petting the cats.

“..what?” you test and he just shakes his head.

“i’m just so proud of you” he says and you must have made a confused face since he elaborated.

“you’ve come so far. i mean- like you said, you’d skip meals and now with your fast metabolism, you’re getting all the nutrients you need” he starts. 

“that’s how i know that you’re healthy. and we don’t even have to remind you anymore, you just know how to take care of yourself now. that’s what i’m proud of” he ends, and you lean over the cats to press a quick kiss to his cheek before moving back to petting the cats.

never in jake lockleys life did he think he’d ever have kids.

granted, you’re adopted but still.

yet here he is. sitting next to his daughter and his two cats.

he also never thought he’d look at anyone with as much love as he does with you.

you’re his life, the main thing keeping him grounded, the light that shines through all the dark things he’s done.

he’s killed, tortured, but you looked past all of that and to him.

really he was just a softy, and you’d gotten him to crack. 

meaning he can’t help but smile whenever you’re around.

you’ve told him his smile was pretty, and that he should do it more.

and then he said the same thing, and you threw whatever was in your hands at him.

that time, it was a small bag of goldfish.

the cats ate all the ones that fell on the floor.

that was off topic.

anyways.

you and jake just sat on the couch and watched your favorite show with pedro and luna, and before you knew it it was almost time for dinner.

and yes, that meant another problem.

when you cried, it made a minor headache form.

you thought it’d go away, but it’s just gotten worse.

to where it feels like someone is poking your brain through your nose or something.

you were laying on the floor while steven made dinner, which was one of your favorites.

you loved the smell, but right now it overwhelmed your senses and causes your headache to get worse.

“darling? suppers rea- why are you on the floor?” steven asks, walking into the room.

you don’t answer, which makes steven tilt his head and crouch down next to you.

“do you need help up?” he asks and you slightly nod, so steven grabs onto both of your hands and helps you up.

you followed after him to the kitchen with half lidded eyes and a small cranky frown on your face.

when you got to the table with the plated food in front of you, you sat there with your head in your hands.

steven sat down as well and noticed your grumpy face so he sighed and waited until you would tell him what’s wrong before doing anything else.

“my head hurts” you mumble, taking your hands off your face to start eating slowly.

“do you need me to get you some medicine? make sure to stay hydrated too, that usually helps me” he offers and you just nod.

“i can get it” you mumble, and stand up to get some pain relievers.

steven sat there watching to see if you needed any help until you came back over to swallow the two small pills with some water.

“i really do hope you feel better” steven starts quietly, being considerate of your heightened hearing.

“i know how bad migraines can be, i get them myself” he continues, and you just listen while you both eat dinner.

“if you want me to be quiet, just tell me because personally noise makes it worse. also- my migraines were all marc’s fault”

“what the hell no they weren’t” marc grumbles, and you smile down at your plate.

“yes they were stupid, i got them more before i even knew you existed, ever since i only have like one a month” he informs and you both finish up dinner.

steven had insisted that you go rest while he took care of all the cleaning, that of which you threatened to web him to the table so that you could do it all yourself.

but then khonshu hit you with another spell, making you too tired to even move.

as per marc’s request.

it was harmless, it literally just made you feel really tired.

so you lie on the couch while glaring at steven while he cleans up the whole kitchen himself.

but, your headache was feeling a bit better every couple minutes.

so by the time steven was done, you could actually have a conversation with him.

so that ended with you eventually falling asleep on him again, this time in a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

you knew for a fact steven, marc, or jake- or even khonshu would ever actually hurt you.

physically or emotionally.

not on purpose of course, because there has been the occasion that marc has accidentally bonked his head on yours while you were hanging from the ceiling.

or times with steven where he’d be teaching you how to cook some dishes when he would accidentally splash a bit of hot oil on you.

he felt so bad about that. he actually picked you up some ice cream to apologize. 

even though it was an honest accident.

there was this one time with jake though, he was on guard and back from a mission and didn’t know you were still awake, and he mag have almost tried to punch you until he realized you were, well- you.

but in all seriousness, they were harmless to you.

they were your dads after all.

you’re going to keep having ups and downs but that’s what life is all about.

as long as you have each other, you’ll be fine.

and you always will have each other.

and that makes it perfect.

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A/N : my adrenaline from the mouse situation got me to write (rush) the rest of the chapter out

ily all, and all your requests are so creative (especially the smut ones, i love those lol)

see you all in a couple days :)))

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You Were My Only Hope by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms (cw: angst) (darth vader)

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Fall to Pieces- Part 2

Poe Dameron x Reader, Modern AU

He tried and failed to swallow the lump in his throat. “I love you, sweetheart.” Your smile was watery and your voice soft. “I love you, Poe.” He tried not to think about how you didn’t mean your words the same way he did his.

Word Count: 5055

Tags/Warnings: Angst. Not as much as in Part 1, but a lot. But lots of fluff, too. And lots of bad language words. Probably a lot of typos, too. It's fucking hard to write past tense when you're used to present tense. If you notice any tense changes, could you pretty please message me because that's my pet peeve and I'm going to have nightmares I missed some.

Author’s Note: It's here! Part 2! I am absolutely bowled over by the response to Part 1; y'all are the fucking best. I have cackled with glee at every single reblog and comment and review, and I cannot possibly verbalize how much it means to me that so many of you are as invested in this crazy little AU as I am. I sincerely hope you enjoy where this is headed. I had to make one small edit to part 1, because I for some reason thought Shara Bey died when Poe was a teenager (canonically he's 8), and I featured her at The Riverside Picnic when Poe and Reader are 12 so, whoops. Whatever at least I didn’t write “somehow, palpatine has returned" in a multi-billion dollar film franchise. My military knowledge is also based on proximity and not experience, and my ANC knowledge even less, so even though I’ve researched as thoroughly as possible, please forgive any glaring factual errors. Thanks as always to my ride-or-die @paper-n-ashes for letting me ramble about plot arcs and for yelling at me when I get too stuck in my head. She's also the one who saved y'all from a brutal section of this chapter but really she didn't because she suggested posting it as a oneshot, and now it's even more brutal, so just remember it's all Sarah's fault. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Series Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 3

Age 6

There was a moving truck in the driveway of the house next door when he got home from school.

He’d heard his mom mention to his dad that someone had finally bought Mr. Kenobi’s house, which made him sad and happy at the same time. Sad, because he missed Mr. Kenobi, who would come over when Poe needed a babysitter, and who would always play as much Legos as Poe wanted.

But Poe was also happy, because his mom said the new neighbors had kids. And on the day he saw the moving truck, he was even more excited, because he could see a bike sitting next to the garage, and bikes that size meant kids his age. Or at least, he really, really, really hoped so.

He waved to Snap and Miss Norra, who waved back before they continued towards their house down the street, and clambered up the front steps. When he pushed open the door, the aroma of his grandmother’s signature cookies hit him like a wave, evoking memories of weekends spent sitting on the stool in her kitchen and munching on all sorts of deliciousness, as she baked and told him stories of her homeland- and swore in colorful Spanish. He followed the scent down the hallway towards the kitchen, where he dumped his backpack next to the door and stood on his tiptoes to see over the edge of the counter. “Are those Nana Bey’s polvorosas?”

“Hey hey hey, paws off, bud.” Kes was transferring the still-hot cookies from the baking sheet to the cooling rack. “These are for the new neighbors.”

“Just one? Please?” Poe schooled his face into his best feed-me-I’m-starving face, but his dad shook his head.

“Sorry, little man.” He gently bopped his son on the head with one of the oven mitts as he reached to return them to their hook. “But we can make more this weekend, ‘kay?”

No, not okay, Poe thought to himself, and when his dad crossed to the sink to wash the baking sheet, Poe stealthily reached for the cookie nearest him.

Kes didn’t even turn around from the sink. “Don’t even think about it.”

Poe, a mere fingertip away from the powder sugar coated deliciousness, slumped dejectedly. “Why do the neighbors get all the cookies?” he whined. Those were his Nana’s cookies, after all, and he definitely shouldn’t have to share them.

“Because we welcome new neighbors to the neighborhood,” Kes replied, “and in the Dameron house, that means cookies.”

Pouting, Poe dragged his feet over to the kitchen table, flopping heavily into one of the chairs. He was not excited about having new neighbors now.

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“Poe!” Shara waved from the front hedge.

Poe glanced up from where he was docking his favorite spaceship in the drainpipe next to the garage (the tube was the perfect size to substitute for an airlock), and saw his parents talking to two grownups on the other side of the low shrubs, one of whom was holding a brown box tied with twine.

The cookie thieves.

Shara was gesturing him over, a look-at-my-beautiful-child-who-is-gonna-lose-the-Xbox-for-the-weekend-if-they-don’t-get-their-butt-over-here-right-now smile firmly in place. With all the hostility a six-year-old can muster, Poe dropped his toys and sulked across the yard, definitely not digging his toes into Kes’s meticulously maintained lawn in protest.

All four grownups smiled at his performance.

Shara affectionately smoothed his curls as he reached his parents. “This is our son, Poe.” She introduced the new neighbors, and he dutifully shook their hands.

“How old are you, Poe?” one of the grownups asked with a kind smile.

He puffed out his chest. “I’m six and two thirds.” He’d double checked the big calendar last week to be sure.

The grownups made that face that meant they thought he was absolutely precious (grownups were so weird), and the one holding the stolen cookies gestured towards their new house. “How perfect is that? We know a six-year-old who I bet would love to be your friend!”

Poe perked up. Please let him like soccer, please let him like soccer...

The same grownup called your name, and Poe couldn’t help the way his nose wrinkled.

Ugh. A girl. Great.

Then you popped up from behind the railing of the porch.

Poe wasn’t sure what emotion suddenly engulfed him; his skin felt too tight, and his mouth had gone dry as chalk. His heart was having a parade inside his chest, beating so loudly that he was sure it was audible from outside his body.

You skipped down the steps, the braids in your hair swinging as you crossed the yard. You pressed yourself against your mom’s hip as she introduced you to the elder Damerons.

“And this is Poe.” Your mom announced him with that kind of voice that meant the grownups knew something the kids didn’t. Poe hated that voice. He didn’t like not knowing things.

But he liked your smile. It radiated joy, even presented as shyly as it was.

He wanted to do whatever would keep you smiling like that.

“Hi,” you chirped. “You wanna play space with me?”

And he realized you were holding the same spaceship he’d just been playing with.

He was nodding before his brain could recognize the movement.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, having a girl for a friend, if she liked spaceships, too.

...maybe she even liked soccer.

Age 11

“I don’t want to.” Poe’s chin was set in that way that meant stubborn defiance. You knew better than to try to change his mind when he got that look.

His dad, however, did not.

“You don’t have a choice,” Kes informed him, shrugging on his jacket and heading towards the garage. “We’re leaving in ten minutes. You both need to be ready then.”

“We’ll be ready.” Smoothly interjecting, you discreetly yanked Poe backwards before he could pop off and land himself in even hotter water. The look he sent your way was one of complete and utter betrayal, but the one you sent back said ‘shut up if you want to walk out of here without being grounded’.

Wisely, he bit his tongue until his dad had left the room. Then, he wheeled on you. “Why didn’t you back me up?!”

“Because it’s not up to me?” You rolled your eyes at his impertinent look. “It’s not, you idiot, and you know it. What am I gonna say? ‘Sorry, Mr. Dameron, Poe and I aren’t going to go visit Miss Shara’s grave with you today, even though it’s her birthday and-’”

“It’s not her birthday,” Poe snapped.

His vehemence made you blink. “Yes, it-”

“You have to be alive to have a birthday.” He pulled his beanie out of his pocket. It was the one you gave him last Christmas. It was orange and black, his favorite colors. It was his favorite hat, because it was from you. He yanked it on his head at the same time he shoved his feet into his boots. “She can’t have a birthday anymore, because she’s dead.”

You have no response to that. What could possibly be said?

Poe sniffed and shoved a fist across his cheek, ignoring the sharp prickling at his waterline. “I hate that he makes us go ‘visit’ her. We’re not visiting her. She’s not there. It’s just a rock on the ground, but he acts like she can hear us and see us. But she can’t, because she’s dead, and we all know she’s dead, and pretending she’s still there doesn’t- it can’t bring her back, and-” His breath started coming in gasps as he desperately tried to hang on to his anger. Anger hurt less. “She- she left me, and she can’t come back, and- and-”

You caught him as he went to his knees, and he curled into you, sobbing his anguish against your neck. He could feel your own tears on his cheek.

“It’s been three years.” His voice cracked. “Why does it still hurt so bad?”

You didn’t answer, because there wasn’t one to give.

Later, at the cemetery, Poe gripped your hand tightly the whole way back to the car. No one needed to know he’d hugged his mother’s gravestone and cried, the same way he would cry on her shoulder as she held him in her arms.

Just because she was gone didn’t mean he didn’t miss her every second of every day.

Age 18

“Oh my god, staaaawp.” You swatted Karé’s hands away from your hair. “It’s fine!”

Poe, sitting on the other side of the kitchen island, smothered his grin.

“You look like you were in a bar fight, please just let me fix that one piece,” Karé bargained, but you ducked away, and took refuge behind Poe.

He held up his hands as you gripped the back of his tux jacket like a shield. “Hey! Innocent bystander!”

Snap guffawed. “Innocent?” He tossed you the ice pack he’d pulled from the freezer. “Instigator, you mean.”

“I did not instigate,” Poe protested as you wrapped a towel around the ice and shoved it towards his face.

“You gave Tritt Opan a deviated septum and a black eye.” Ben’s dry observation was negated by the amusement in his eyes. “Pretty sure that’s considered ‘instigating’.”

“Looked to me like Tritt was- no, you noodle, it doesn’t do anything if you don’t keep it there-” You forced Poe to actually put the ice on his swollen lip before you looked back at Ben. “Looked like Tritt was drunk and accidentally ran into that door.” Your theatrical sigh made Poe smile behind the pack. “It was so sad to watch. Wasn’t it sad, Alex?”

“So sad.” Alexys fluttered her eyelashes up at Ben. “All kinds of sad.”

“And Artemisia of Caria over there?” He asked her, jerking his head towards you. “I suppose it’s a total coincidence that Tritt has a shoe print on his ass that exactly matches the tread of her heels?”

“Total coincidence,” Jessika, perched on the counter, replied with zero hesitation. “Also, kinky.”

“There’s no way it’s her shoe print.” Using your distraction with Poe to her advantage, Karé gave a cry of victory as she finally managed to pin back the last of your errant locks, before laughing as you flapped your hands to shoo her away. “You know, since she was obviously with us in the bathroom,” she continued, “and therefore couldn’t possibly have booted that prick into the vending machine.” “Really, since we’re girls and therefore incapable of using the toilet alone-” Jessika snorted as she watched you shove the ice pack back against Poe’s face and ignored his muffled “ow?!’, “Our alibis are airtight, and clearly none of us could have been involved in showing that dipshit why he doesn’t mess with Black Squadron.”

“Amen to that.” Snap dropped into the chair next to Karé.

Alexys looked up at her boyfriend. “You know that anyone who doesn’t know it’s the name of the soccer team is going to think y’all are in a gang or something, right?” “It’s intentional.” Ben tucked her closer against his side and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “You don’t actually need to carry the biggest stick if everyone thinks you’re carrying the biggest stick.”

“Furthermore-” Karé brandished her Twizzler like said biggest stick. “-even if anyone in this room had, say, kicked that fucker’s ass-”

“Literally,” Snap added, and exchanged a long distance high five with you. “-and then if anyone else had punched that fucker into next week-”

“Hypothetically?” Ben inquired drolly, and Poe raised his ice pack in salute.

Karé tipped her metaphorical hat to him. “Of course; even then, they wouldn’t be at fault, because-”

“-because that little shit has been cruisin for a bruisin since freshman year when he snapped Pammich’s bra strap so hard it broke,” you muttered under your breath, and Poe had to resist the urge to reach for your hand.

“Because,” Karé repeated at a slightly higher volume, “we all saw him swing at Poe first, and Poe can’t possibly be considered at fault for defending himself.” After a moment to absorb Karé’s reasoning, Poe himself cheekily piped, “Wait, how’d you all see him come at me if you were in the bathroom?”

A collective groan went up as he laughed, and you lovingly smacked him upside the head on behalf of the group. “Some prom, right?” Snap quipped at Ben.

As your friends relaxed into the friendly banter that was the hallmark of the close-knit group, you sat next to Poe and used examining his injuries as cover. “You’re not going to tell Ben what Tritt said, right?” you murmured so low there was no chance anyone but Poe could have heard you. “You know he’d do something stupid.”

“Of course I won’t.” Poe Dameron was many things, but fiercely protective of his friends was at the top of that list. He would defend any of them to the teeth, Ben especially. No one deserved to go through what Ben had gone through. Ben never needed to hear the bile Tritt had spewed about Ben’s grandfather, Ben's uncle, and Ben’s mother. The smears against the Senator were stupid at best and easily-disproven at worst, and who cared about Pastor Skywalker, but the insinuation that Ben was anything like his grandfather, especially given the abuse Ben had suffered…

If you hadn’t sent Tritt flying with that kick, Poe might have gone a lot further than a broken nose and a black eye. Thank goodness the two of you had been the only ones to hear the insults, or the entire team would have ended up suspended.

No one got to hurt their Ben and get away with it.

Snap’s voice jerked Poe out of his ruminations. “Okay, I can't take it anymore. We’ve gone all night; is no one gonna ask the question?” He pointed at you. “C’mon Miss Hey-Poe-Let’s-Go-To-Prom-As-Friends. When are you and you-” he clapped Poe’s shoulder, “-gonna finally admit that this “we’re just best friends” crap is 100%, grade-A bullshit?”

Poe’s heart leapt in his chest, but you didn’t notice, and instead pelted Snap with pieces of popcorn. “Never, you dingus, because we are just best friends.”

The split in his lip throbbed as Poe forced himself to echo your grin. “Yep,” he said, “just best friends.”

Age 21

“Salmeterol is long acting, albuterol is short acting.” You tossed the beanbag back to Poe.

He deftly caught it and flipped to the next card. “Actions, use, serious side effects and specific nursing measures for administration of ondansetron.”

He lobbed the beanbag back to you.

“It’s.. fuck.” You dropped your head onto the counter. “I’m going to fail.”

“You’re not going to fail.” Poe snagged your last fry, then shielded himself when you threw a napkin at him in retaliation. “You jump, I jump, remember?”

You snorted in response. “I am never letting you watch that movie again.”

“I’ll never let go,” he crooned, before yelping as you threw the beanbag that time. “Escalating violence! It’s a pattern!”

“I have no idea why I tolerate you.” Your words might have been harsh, but the doting smile on your face clearly negated them.

He had no idea either, but fuck, he didn’t know what he’d do if you didn’t.

What he said was “Because of my roguish charm. And my cute butt.”

That won the laugh he was going for.

As she walked past with another order, Patty smoothly slid another basket of fries between the two of you, winking conspiratorially. “My contribution to the study efforts.”

“You’re the best, Miss Patty,” you praised her, while Poe shoved a handful into his mouth.

“Okay,” he announced around his mouthful of fries, tossing the beanbag back to you, “The actions, use, serious side effects and specific nursing measures for administration of ondansetron.”

Your anxious sigh had him looking back up, frowning as he watched you shift the beanbag unconsciously between your fists.

“Hey.” He swallowed the last of the fries, and stilled your motion by covering your hands with his. “It’s gonna be okay, alright? I’ve got you.”

Uncharacteristically, at least with him, your smile was shy. It took him back to that first time he’d seen you, half-hiding behind your mother’s leg. “Always?”

“Always.” It’s a vow he’d die before breaking.

Age 23

He hated seeing you like this. You were clearly trying not to cry, putting on a brave face that likely fooled everyone but him. Other than the several weeks he was at BLC, it was going to be the first significant stretch of time the two of you had ever spent apart.

He watched you over his dad’s shoulder as Kes hugged him tightly, giving his dad the signature Poe Dameron cocky grin as they separated. “Love you, Pop.”

“Love you, Poe.” Kes affectionately squeezed his son’s shoulders before he let go. “Be safe.”

Poe nodded. “Mom would kick my ass if I wasn’t.”

Kes chuckled. “She would.” He nodded to himself, before gently tapping the “Dameron” printed on the right side of Poe’s fatigues. “She’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

“I promise not to piss her off.”

“See that you don’t,” Kes agreed with a genuine laugh, trailing off as he looked somewhere beyond Poe’s shoulder. “She’s proud of you, wherever she is. Just like I am.”

Fuck. Poe felt the hot rise of tears as his dad clapped him on the shoulder, stepping back and murmuring something about getting the car.

As his dad headed towards the exit, Poe surreptitiously wiped at his eyes, feeling you slide your hand into his. “Sorry.”

“For what?” You smiled, even though it was clearly forced. “God forbid you have emotions the day you’re-” You tried again. “When-”

Your face crumpled before you stepped into the protective circle of Poe’s arms, fisting the front of his jacket as you wept silently against his shoulder. He dropped his head to yours, burying his face in the crook of your neck and breathing you in as deep as he could, so he could carry you with him to the desert in his lungs as well as his heart.

You both had red-rimmed eyes when you finally stepped away. He tried to ignore the racing of his heart when you didn't drop his hand.

"Ben's flying out tomorrow?" you asked.

Poe nodded, drinking you in. It wasn't like he didn't know every freckle, but if this was the last time he was going to see you, possibly- he shut his thoughts down. "Yeah, he'll-" He broke off and frowned. "I can't tell you anymore."

"I know," you reassured him. "It's okay."

Neither of you made any motion to go, even as the CO started calling the troops to attention.

“You stay safe, or I’m coming over there to kick your ass,” you told him, gripping his hand as if you held on hard enough you could keep him from getting on the plane.

God, he didn’t want to get on the plane. “I know you would,” he teased. “And I promise you won’t have to.” Standing in the middle of that airport, your cheeks wet with tears, he knew he had never and would never see anyone or anything as beautiful to him as you. He attempted and failed to swallow the lump in his throat. “I love you, sweetheart.”

Your smile was watery and your voice soft. “I love you, Poe.”

He tried not to think about how you didn’t mean your words the same way he did his.

Age 26

Fuck. He was so, so fucking glad to be home.

Stepping off the escalator, Poe looked around the mele. The terminal was filled with loved ones reuniting, and the joy in the air walked hand in hand with the relief of being afforded such a reunion instead of a visit from an officer and a chaplain.

Poe craned his neck to try to find his dad in the midst of the chaos, but before he could spot him, he heard his name cried by a voice he’d know no matter if he was gone three years or three decades.

“Poe!”

He had half a second to drop his bag before you leapt into his arms, a warm, crying missile of emotion that made him grunt with the force of your impact, and made his heart spring back to life in his chest. Just as you had when he’d left, you cried against his shoulder, but this time, the tears were of joy. And as you held on to him like he’d vanish if you let go, he couldn’t help squeezing you back with just as much ferocious love and relief and the purest fucking happiness he could remember feeling in a long, long time.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me today was when you were coming back?” you scolded with your face still buried against his neck. The disparity of your clinging to him like a koala with the hurt and anger in your voice would have been alarming in anyone else. But you hadn’t been apart long enough for Poe to have forgotten how well you could ‘multitask your feelings’, as you’d once described. “I had to hear it from your dad?!”

“I wasn’t sure I’d be on this flight,” he replied casually, reminding himself of the scent of your hair with as subtle of a breath as he could manage. Then he yanked himself back to reality and wrestled his feelings back under control with the same determination that he always had. But his contrition was sincere. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“S’okay.” You raised your head to give him a watery smile. “But don’t you do it again, Lieutenant Dameron.”

Fuck, your smile. He’d lost count of how many times he’d imagined that smile over there, when the days seemed endless and he couldn’t remember why the fuck he’d signed up to be flung half a world away from you.

“Never, ever again,” he promised. He went to set you back on your feet, and grinned when you refused to let go. Like he’d ever turn down physical contact with you. “Challenge accepted.”

Your shriek when he hefted you higher, and the ensuing epithets heaped on his head as he strode out of the terminal with his duffle over one shoulder and you over the older, would be something he’d treasure until the day he died, he was sure of it.

Age 28

“Did you see?” Rey dropped into the chair across to Poe, grabbing the muffin from the napkin in front of him and taking a huge, chomping bite.

Poe blinked at her over the edge of his book. “Good morning, Rey. Please, help yourself to my breakfast. Would you like some of my coffee to go with waitaminute nonono paws off!” He snatched the peppermint mocha away when she nodded and went to grab it. “Thou shalt not steal the blessed bean juice! And did I see what?”

“Who, ” Finn supplied, heading to the break room coffee maker for some blessed bean juice of his own. “There’s a new anesthesiologist in L&D. Alex sent Ben a picture.”

“He is fiiine,” Rey sang, in between polishing off the rest of Poe’s muffin.

Finn gave her A Look over the rim of his mug. “You are married.”

“So? I’m not dead.” She winked at Poe. “And Jannah thinks he’s hot, too. Spousal cosign.”

“When did Alex meet him?” Poe asked, unsure why there was a pit growing in his stomach.

Rey was tapping on her phone. “C-section yesterday. Here-” she slid the device across the table top towards Poe. “Holdo sure moved fast getting someone in here after Dr. Antilles retired.”

Finn and Rey continued to talk over his head about the new doctor (first in his class at Johns Hopkins, residency at Mass General, 12 years at Stanford, possible inventor of sliced bread, jury was still out), but Poe was trying not to bite through his cheek as he examined the picture. Alex had clearly snapped it covertly, so it was the slightest bit blurry, but it was clear enough to see the new doctor was as handsome as Rey claimed. Poe was secure enough in his sexuality to be able to admit it. But what had his stomach in knots was that in the picture, the doctor- Yeager, Rey supplied- was leaning against the counter of the L&D nursing station, talking to you.

And you were smiling up at him in a way that you’d only ever smiled at Poe.

Age 30

“Is it okay if we do the farmer’s market on Sunday instead of Saturday?” you asked, stealing the cherry from the top of Poe’s milkshake.

“Excuse you! I’m confiscating your pie for that,” Poe mockingly admonished, stabbing his fork into your dessert as you laughed and tried to shield the plate. “But yeah, that’s fine. Why?” he asked around a mouthful of apple and cinnamon. “Your mom coming down?”

You shook your head as you swallowed a bite. “No, Jarek asked me to go with him to the Chihuly exhibit at the Gardner.”

Poe nearly dented his fork with how hard he clenched his fist. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” You were reaching for your water, and thankfully missed his reaction. “He said he was supposed to go with a friend who had to cancel, and he’d heard I love Chihuly.” Poe resolved to cheerfully murder whomever had been the one to impart that particular tidbit.

Oblivious to his irritation, you waved at Miss Patty as she came out of the kitchen before turning back to Poe. “Anyway, you know he lost his family years ago, right?”

Grinding his molars, Poe managed to nod. Everyone knew about the accident that had claimed the life of Dr Yeager’s family. Poe honestly felt for the guy; he couldn’t even make himself imagine what it would be like if he lost you. But the tragedy had somehow added to Yeager’s distinguished allure, and he’d become even more popular among the staff. And it didn’t help that the good doc was both skilled at his job and a really nice guy.

Fucker, Poe thought to himself.

Because Jarek Yeager genuinely was a good guy. He was exactly the kind of man Poe would have hoped you’d end up with: kind, smart, hardworking, clearly knew a good thing when he saw it, since he was into you. He was the kind of man who was deserving of your own kindness, who would appreciate your sense of humor, who would take care of you and love you the way you deserved.

Who didn’t wake up in the middle of the night, thinking he was back in the middle of a war, held captive by his own memories.

And even though the thought of it made him want to be sick, Poe loved you too much to deprive you of someone like that.

If he couldn’t be that person for you, he was glad it might be someone like Yeager.

“Risha was saying it’s almost the anniversary of the accident, and I guess he always tries to stay busy around that time, so I thought it would be nice to keep him company. I wouldn't want to be alone.” You shrugged. “Plus, free dinner after.”

Poe tried to distract himself from his building dread by draining half of his milkshake, thankful for the resulting brain freeze, which was frankly misnamed because it did nothing to freeze his thoughts. “...you like the guy?”

You seemed surprised by his question. “I mean, yeah? He’s really nice. I enjoy working with him.”

“Handsome, too,” Poe supplied.

“Are you-” You’re looking at him with something akin to mirth. “Poe Dameron, are you jealous?”

“What?!” Poe covered his panic with a sharp bark of laughter. “Jealous of who? Yeager? Not at all.” He winked at you with every bit of Dameron charm he could muster. “I’m just keeping an eye out. Gotta defend your honor and all that.”

“My honor?” You snorted. “I’m gonna smack you.”

“It’s in the official best friend handbook. Rule 30, subsection 5, footnote down at the bottom.” He raised his hands in surrender. “It’s out of my hands.”

He tried not to preen as you giggled. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Your idiot. What does that say about your judgement?” He smirked, but couldn’t maintain his joviality. “Seriously, though,” he admitted, uncharacteristically somber. “You’ve been my best friend my whole life. Of course I’m gonna be protective of you.”

“I know,” you smiled. “And I love you for it.”

But not the way Poe wished you did.

You both hesitated for a moment.

“Did you-”

“I had-”

Laughter bloomed as you both tried to speak at once.

You gestured to Poe. “Go ahead.”

He gestured right back. “No, ladies first.”

Your smile faded into something wistful. “Did I ever tell you my parents always thought you and I would end up together?”

“What?” His heart started racing in his chest and he tried to sound glib. “Why?”

“Cause it’s us. You’ve been my best friend my whole life,” you quoted his own words back to him. “You know me better than anyone else on the planet.”

He tried to keep his face schooled into something not resembling the hope he hardly dared to acknowledge. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

“...have you ever thought about it?” Your voice was soft, and for the first time in almost two and a half decades of friendship, he couldn’t quite tell what you were thinking. It was unsettling.

“Thought about us?” His mouth was so dry it was a sand worm away from being a desert. When you nodded, he swallowed hard.

Only every single moment of every single day since I met you, he wanted to say.

Could he be that brave?

He opened his mouth to answer, but at that moment, there was a crash as a waitress dropped a tray with a table’s worth of orders on it, and he snapped his jaw shut as you turned to look.

He couldn't do it.

When the din had settled, you glanced back to him. “What were we talking about?”

Firmly ignoring his crumbling heart, Poe cleared his throat. “Yeah, Sunday’s good for the market. I’ll grab the coffee on my way.”

Series Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 3

A/N: I have not gotten beyond the first episode of Resistance, so my knowledge of Jarek Yeager is based on what I gathered from online research and what little analysis my husband would give me ("He's cool, what else do you need to know?"), so I'm sure my interpretation is going to be wildly OOC. And if you caught the reference, Alexys and Risha appear courtesy of @paper-n-ashes from her epic space love triangle Sparks and Embers, and any similarity to any of her characters, living or living, is coincidentally on purpose.

[ao3feed--reylo]

And baby makes three

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by Ammini__90

“Oh… and Rey, thank you for everything” “You are welcome, Ben” she should just walk away now, she comes close to say goodbye to little Hannah, when once again she grabs hold of her sweater in her tiny hands, blabbering something. Now Ben’s hand is in a quest to release her top from this tint tyrant’s hand, trying hard not to touch her breast and failing every now and then because he has giant paws. Hannah absolutely hates this intrusion on her free will and starts sobbing, she unlocks her hand as a protest and rubs her nose on her dad’s chest. "She really likes you” His voice is soft and sad.

OR

Rey meets single dad Ben solo on a flight.

Words: 2502, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Rey (Star Wars), Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Hannah, Rose Tico, Leia Organa

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey/Ben Solo, Rey/Ben Solo, Poe Dameron/Finn, Kylo Ren & Rey, Kylo Ren/Rey

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Meet-Cute, Airplanes, Single Parent Ben Solo, Ben Solo Needs A Hug, Engineer Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo is Soft for Rey, and his daughter, Leia Organa Ships It, Hannah Ships It, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Idiots in Love, Girl dad Ben Solo

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[poeticandors]

Cut to the Feeling Part 4

Poe Dameron x F!Reader (Babysitter!AU)

Summary: After graduating college and needing to have some cash in order to survive while doing an unpaid internship, Y/N decides to take up a babysitting/caretaking job. Little does she know that she ends up working for a familiar face.

Warnings: None!

A/N: Well, damn! It has been a long time but I’m back! Thanks for waiting patiently. Hopefully you enjoy this chapter. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

GIF by @damerondjarin

Ah, the weekend. Plopping on the couch, you planned for a day of doing absolutely nothing. You were finally able to relax after a long week of observation hours for your internship as well as driving Eva Bey to and from school, to her dance lessons and soccer practice, and whatever errands Poe had you running for him such as trips to the store. 

A few months have passed since you’ve started working with Eva Bey, and you seemed to have gotten into the routine. You got along great with Eva Bey, who was an absolute sweetheart, and Poe was nice as well. There have not been any issues thus far, and you were hoping that it would stay that way. 

Eva Bey really was one of the easiest children you have had the pleasure of working with. She enjoyed any activity you had planned for her, and she had the biggest imagination. If she did become upset, it wasn’t hard to redirect her into another activity or to get her to tell you what was going on. You adored her the more you’ve gotten to know her.

As for Poe… things have been going well. There was never any miscommunication between you both, and you would go as far to say that it was as if the incident never happened. It also made it easier that you would really only see and talk with him at the end of each day when you would be leaving, so conversation was limited. But… you secretly wondered if he ever thought back to it such as you have. 

Shaking your head to stop you from thinking anything further, you grab the remote to your TV and flip on Netflix as you try to find some movie to distract you, only for your phone to ring. Grabbing it, you see Poe’s name flashing on your screen as you furrow your brows. You hoped something didn’t happen with Eva Bey, so you quickly answered. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, I am sorry for calling on your day off. But, is this a bad time?”

“No, I was just trying to find something to watch on TV.” You sit up. “Is everything alright?” 

“Oh, yeah! I am actually calling on behalf of Eva Bey’s request— oh, okay here she is.”

You hear the phone being passed on the other end as well as Eva Bey and Poe’s whispers to one another. 

“Hello?” Eva Bey’s sweet voice calls out, which instantly brings a smile to your face. 

“Hey, Eva Bey! Is everything okay?”

“Yeah! Um, I asked my dad to call you. I have a question.”

“Alright, what is your question?”

“Can you come swimming with us? My daddy said he would take me, but I want you to come too!”

“Oh, um… I mean, I wouldn’t want to ruin your time spent with your dad—“

“But I want you to come. Please?” 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you ponder for a moment until you let out a soft sigh. “Eva Bey, can you give the phone to your dad?”

“Yeah!” 

You hear the shuffling of Eva Bey handing Poe the phone back. “Hey.”

“Hey, um… are you sure it’s okay if I join you guys? I wouldn’t want to be a bother and interrupt any father-daughter time.”

“Oh, no. It’s totally okay with me. Eva Bey was the one who wanted to go swimming since the community pool just opened this weekend. She would really want to see you.”

“Oh, well…” You try hiding the slight disappointment in your voice, internally reprimanding yourself why you thought Poe would be the one to want to see you. 

“And please. Don’t think you’re a bother. You could never be one.” 

Something in the way Poe says that makes your heart flutter in your chest. And because of that, you are almost hesitant to decline— to come up with some excuse. This would be your first time being with Poe outside of professional settings, definitely not counting the first ever encounter between you both. But, if Eva Bey really wanted you to be there and it was her idea…

“…Tell Eva Bey that I am packing my swimsuit right now.”

Poe does so, and so you hear the excited little shrieks from the little girl as you both laugh.

“Just meet us at the house, we can all drive together and it gives me time to get us situated.” 

“Of course, Bye, Poe.”

You hang up, soon getting up from your couch as you head to your bedroom to begin packing up for a nice, relaxing day at the pool. Totally professional, totally just to spend time with Eva Bey. 

Totally.

++++++

Hoisting your bag up, you knock on the door as you wait for Poe to let you in. Packing for this trip was a little stressful for you as you searched thoroughly for a swimsuit and then came to the realization you had no sunscreen, so you had to make a stop on the way. Then, you figured to grab a few snacks for you three while you were there because why not? You even decided to pick out a sea turtle floating toy for Eva Bey simply because you couldn’t resist. 

The door opens up and you smile, taking in Poe’s appearance. This was the first time you had seen him in anything other than a suit and tie, and he looked… nice. His hair was slightly disheveled, probably from getting Eva Bey ready for the day, and he looked comfortable in his t-shirt and swim trunks. 

“Hey, thanks for coming along. Sorry if you had plans or anything.” Poe scratches the back of his head.

“Oh, it’s no problem. You saved me from an entire day of just binging Netflix, anyways. Thanks for the invite.”

Poe smiles, and before he can speak, you hear your name being shouted as Eva Bey rushes over to hug you tightly. 

“Hi, Eva Bey!” You laugh as she pulls back, grabbing your hand. She pulls you inside, as Poe closes the door behind you. 

“My dad says I can wear my new swim suit today.” She beams, as you set your bags down. “It’s blue!”

“Well, I can’t wait to see it.” 

“Do you think you can braid my hair the way you do? My dad doesn’t know how to do it.” 

“Hey, in my defense, it is more complex than the braids I usually do for your hair.” Poe chuckles. “You might have to teach me how to do it.”

“Well… I guess I could teach you. But, I must warn you that these lessons come with a fee,” you tease. 

“A fee, huh?” Poe raises a brow as you shrug your shoulders.

“If you’re good at something, don’t do it for free.”

Poe grins, before Eva Bey begins tugging his hand. “Can we go now?” 

“Yes, Eva Bey. Let’s just get everything packed in the car, okay?”

“Yay!” Eva Bey exclaims, as she looks up at you. “I have my own swim bag packed already!”

“Great! But, I think you might be missing something,” you discreetly pull out a box from one of your bags. 

“What is it?”

“I thought why not bring a big pool floatie with us?” You smile as you show her the turtle, and she jumps up from excitement. 

“You didn’t have to get that,” Poe glances at you. 

“It’s okay,” you wave him off. “I thought it would be fun. I also brought some snacks so you don’t have to pack any.”

Poe slowly nods. “Huh… thanks”  

“It’s nothing.” 

Poe stares at you for a moment, a comfortable silence building between the both of you before clearing his throat. “Let’s get this filled with air, okay? Then we can go.”

“Sounds good. Come on, Eva Bey. Let’s get everything else packed up.”

Eva Bey nods, taking your hand as you both walk outside with your bags while Poe searches for a vacuum to pump up the floatie.  

++++++

After arriving at the pool, Eva Bey practically pulled your arm off while dragging you through to a table in the shade as she set her bag down. You sat in the backseat with her on the ride there, braiding her hair as you sang along with her to plenty of her favorite Disney songs. Poe didn’t even get out of it, as he was asked to sing plenty of the male counterparts in the duets. You and Eva Bey definitely got a kick out of it when he sang along to Gaston, trying to match his deep sounding voice.

It was quite warm today, so you were glad there was at least an open area that was well shaded. A group of children screamed and laughed from excitement jumping into the pool, while parents chased after a few others to try and convince them to wear more sunscreen. 

When Poe set down the floatie and bags of snacks and water bottles, he looked over to Eva Bey. “Let’s get some sunscreen on you, kiddo.” 

“Okay, Daddy!”

Eva Bey stands in front of Poe as he squeezes some of it on his hands, and begins rubbing it all over her shoulders and arms before turning her around. You watch as he carefully rubs it on her face and neck, before setting the bottle down. 

“Okay, you’re all set. Where is your life vest?” 

“Umm… Daddy, I want to try and swim without it today.”

“Oh?” Poe raises a brow. “Are you sure?”

Eva Bey nods, and you can see the slight nervousness in her eyes as she does so. You knew that Eva Bey didn’t know how to swim completely, but also didn’t expect her to want to try to learn right away. 

“Okay, kiddo. But only if you’re sure.”

“I am,” she says more confidently, then turns to you. “Will you help me, too?” “Of course, Eva Bey. Just let me finish getting ready, okay?” 

“We can go ahead and get in the pool while we wait, Eva Bey.” Poe takes her hand, as you begin stepping out of your cover, and put sunscreen on yourself. 

What you don’t see, however, is Poe glancing back at you, slightly freezing. You don’t see how his gaze moves down, observing each and every inch of your body. Poe suddenly has a flash to that night so many months ago, of him touching and kissing along those curves of yours, as well as the sounds he managed to hear from you that tend to patronize his dreams most nights. Poe stops himself from gazing any longer, and he shakes his head as he leads Eva Bey to the pool. 

When you finish getting ready, you make your way over to the steps of the pool that Poe and Eva Bey stopped at. You look down at the little girl, seeing her eyes scan cautiously along the water as Poe steps into the pool, shivering slightly from the chill of the water. 

“You ready, Eva Bey?” Poe holds his hand out, only for her to take a step back slightly.

“Um… I don’t know…”

Poe glances up at you, and you nod slightly as you kneel down next to her. 

“It can be a bit scary, learning how to swim at first. But you know all the first steps to swimming by yourself, don’t you?” 

She shakes her head as you smile, and take her hand. “Well, one of the first things you need to remember is that when it comes to swimming, you can always ask for help. Would you like me and your daddy to help you?” 

“Yes…” 

“How about we take the first step into the water?” 

Eva Bey nods, as you both step into the water, and goosebumps cover your skin as you shiver lightly. Eva Bey also jumps from the cold, as you chuckle. 

“It’s chilly, isn’t it?” “Yeah!” She forces out a nervous laugh as you both take another step, the water feeling more manageable. 

“Alright, we’re in the water,” you look down at her. “Now, this is another important step so I need you to pay close attention. An easy way to keep yourself afloat in the water is to just lay on your belly and keep kicking your feet. Can we try that?” 

Eva Bey looks at Poe, as he smiles. “You got it, baby.” 

You step further into the water, and hold your arms out to her. “I’m right here, okay? I’m just going to hold you. Can you lay on your belly in my arms and fly like a superhero?” 

“Okay…” She moves into your arms and lays down as you smile. 

“You’re a natural! Look at you! Can you kick your feet for me and make some splashes in the water?” 

She does so, and you begin moving her around in a circle, and look up at Poe. He gets the hint, as he holds his arms out, and you pass Eva Bey over to him as she continues kicking. You clap your hands, and Eva Bey gives a toothy smile. 

“Look at you! You’re already a professional!” You laugh softly, as you move over to her. “Next step since you have already mastered lying on your belly and kicking: blowing bubbles.”

“I can blow bubbles!”

“Can you? Well, let’s see!” 

Eva Bey puts her face slightly in the water and she begins blowing bubbles for a few seconds before quickly lifting her head back above the water. Poe holds her up, and you give her a high five. 

“Eva Bey, that might’ve been the best bubble blowing I have ever seen!” 

She grins, looking back at Poe as he nods. “It really was the best.” 

“Okay. Now, this next step might be a little scary, but I promise you that me and your daddy will be there to help you, okay?” She gives you a slight tilt of her head, nervous. “We are going to do all of these steps underwater, okay? The flying like a superhero, the kicking, and the bubble blowing— it’s all going to happen while you are under.” 

“Do you want to practice going underwater, first?” Poe looks down at Eva Bey.

“Yeah…”

Poe turns her around, grabbing under her arms. “I’ll hold you the entire time, okay?”

“Don’t forget to blow your bubbles!” You give her a thumbs up.

She returns the thumbs up, before Poe begins to count to three, and they both go under the water for a few seconds. Poe and Eva Bey come back up, and Eva Bey wipes the water away from her face as you begin to clap. 

“Awesome! That wasn’t so scary, was it?” You flash a comforting smile, as she giggles, shaking her head. “Are you ready to try to swim by yourself? Or do you need some more practice?”

“I… I’m ready!” 

“I like the sound of that,” you chuckle, as you hold your arms out to her. Poe hands her to you, as you begin to take a few steps away from Poe. “Alright, now remember, when you need to breathe, just lift your head up out of the water, take a big breath, and then put your face back in the water. Think you can do it?”

“I can do it.” 

“I know you can.” You give her an encouraging smile. “On the count of three, I’m going to go underwater with you and push you, and you’re going to swim to your daddy. Ready? One… two… three!”

Eva Bey immediately begins kicking as you push her away from you underwater, and you break the surface as you begin cheering her on. 

“Go, Eva Bey!” “C’mon, baby, almost there!” Poe holds his arms out, as Eva Bey moves closer and closer to him, before she finally makes it. 

He pulls her into his arms as she looks at him excitedly. “Daddy! I did it by myself!” 

Pride fills Poe’s eyes, and he kisses her cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Eva Bey.”

You quickly swim over to them, as Eva Bey wraps her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. 

“Did you see? Did you see me swim?” “I sure did. You are amazing! A professional already!” 

“Thank you for helping me.” 

A gratifying feeling fills your chest, as you hug her back, and Poe can’t help but smile at the two of you embracing. You manage to catch Poe staring at you, returning his gaze as you flash your own smile at him. 

Something lingered in that moment as Poe kept his eyes on you. He couldn’t bring himself to look away or keep himself from moving closer to you. There was a tenderness, one that seemed to continue growing the longer he stared at you. It was something that Poe told himself over and over not to pursue.  

Poe just can’t seem to push that fondness away. Whether it was just the heat of the moment, he knew that there was something there for you. Seeing Eva Bey— the most important person in his life— interact and become so comfortable with you, someone that Poe has only grown more trusting with each passing moment, fills Poe’s heart with something he never felt before. 

But he couldn’t act on those feelings. 

Not only that, but he shouldn’t. You worked for him, you took care of his kid… the boundaries were put up for a reason. The night that plays over and over on repeat in his head would never happen again. You both agreed on that, and that was final.

Poe clears his throat, finally breaking the gaze as he pulls Eva Bey from you, and grins at her. “How about we celebrate with a snack break?”

“Okay, daddy! But I want to swim to the steps by myself.”

“Well, if you’re sure.” Poe gently pushes Eva Bey to the steps, and you both watch as she swims towards them by herself. 

“She’s amazing,” Poe hears you say, and looks down at you as you keep your gaze on Eva Bey.

“Yeah… she is.”

Poe quickly looks back, watching as she finally makes it to the steps, and holds her hands up as she stands. “I did it!”

“We’re so proud of you, Eva Bey!” You clap, smiling brightly.

“You both have a beautiful daughter.” 

Looking up, you both see an elderly couple smiling as they stand on the deck, and a slight awkward feeling fills the space between you and Poe. 

“Oh, uh…”

“And I see she gets all her looks from dear old dad, doesn’t she?” The woman chuckles. 

“Actually… we’re not…. I’m not her mother. I’m just her caretaker.”

“Oh! I am so sorry for assuming. How silly of me!” 

“It’s alright.” Poe waves them off politely. “But thank you for the compliment about my daughter. She really is.” 

They only nod in response, before they walk off. You look at Poe, clearing your throat. 

“Well, uh… yeah. I’ll just… help Eva Bey get her towel.”

You quickly swim off, getting out of the pool as Eva Bey takes your hand, and leads you away. 

Poe can only follow, trying to clear his racing thoughts of you as he walks towards your area, and begins to pull out the snacks as you wrap Eva Bey’s towel around her. He can only smile, hearing Eva Bey chatter excitedly about the fact she finally knows how to swim, and suddenly becomes all for trying out for the swim team after discovering it.

++++++

After a fun afternoon of swimming, Poe finally decided it would be best to head home after seeing Eva Bey’s energy begin to dwindle. Poe finished packing up the car as Eva Bey settled in her booster seat, before you both got in the car quietly. 

Poe looks in the rearview mirror as he begins to drive back to his house, seeing Eva Bey begin to doze off. He chuckles lightly as you glance at him.

“Someone had an eventful day,” he nods at the reflection as you peek back, smiling. 

“Oh, this is too cute.”

“Here, take a picture so I can send it to my dad along with the videos I took of her swimming.” Poe hands you his phone, keeping his eyes on the road. 

You snap a picture, before turning back, and setting the phone down in the cup holder. Poe continues driving, the radio playing music at a low volume as a comfortable silence settles between you both, until Poe mutters something.

“Hm?”

“I said thank you. For helping Eva Bey learn how to swim.” “Oh… it’s no problem.”

“It’s a big deal, though. I know she’s been nervous about it, and anytime we would get close to trying she would get scared.” Poe glances at you as he stops at a red light. “Seeing her overcome her fear, becoming so excited, and you helping her… that means a lot to me. Thank you.” 

“Of course. I would do anything for Eva Bey.”

“I know you would.” 

You stare into Poe’s eyes, and the tension only grows in that small space that separates you from him. It was true what you said, that you would do anything for Eva Bey. The young girl had come to mean so much to you the entire time you’ve gotten to know her. She meant so much to you, and you wanted to be there to continue helping her in anyway possible. 

But you also know you would do anything for Poe, too. 

Sure, you knew you would not be able to pursue any feelings beyond that for the sake of professionality and Eva Bey, but you would still do anything you could for him. Part of you thinks he knows that, but you couldn’t outright say it to him. 

Still, something seems to bring you both closer to each other, despite a voice in the back of your head warning you not to cross that boundary. Another tells you that you should cross that boundary, to explore what it could offer and what might blossom between you both.

But you continue to listen only to that first voice, because right now it’s the only one that is keeping you from ruining this. 

The light turns green, and Poe only begins to drive when a car behind him honks, and you look away. The rest of the car ride is quiet, and Poe finally pulls up to the house. Eva Bey stirs awake from the movement, and smiles tiredly. 

“Are we home?”

“We are, Eva Bey.”

Getting out of the car, you grab your bag as Poe helps Eva Bey. She hugs your legs, looking up at you. 

“Thank you for coming swimming and teaching me how to swim!” 

“I had so much fun with you. Thank you for inviting me,” you smile as she pulls back.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“Well, I would. But I have to get home and I’m sure your daddy is tired and wants to spend the rest of the weekend with you.”

“Oh… okay…” She does nothing to hide the dismay in her expression, as you poke her cheek.

“But I will see you on Monday, okay? I have some water beads I thought you might enjoy playing with. Is that okay?”

Her disappointment soon fades away as she smiles, nodding excitedly. “Okay!”

Glancing up at Poe, you give him a small wave, before finally walking off. Poe watches until you drive off, looking down at Eva Bey as she tugs on his hand to lead him inside. 

“Let’s get you ready for a bath, okay? Then I’ll cook us some dinner.” 

“Daddy, do you like Miss Y/N?”

Poe stops, before setting the swim bag down. “Well, of course I do.”

“I think she’s very nice, and very pretty. Don’t you?”

“I… why don’t you go pick out your bubble bath, okay?”

“But—”

“And then we can FaceTime Papa Kes to talk about how you swam by yourself after I make mac and cheese?”

“Fine,” she replies with a hint of attitude that Poe can only laugh at, and she heads to the bathroom.

Poe shakes his head, running a hand down his face as he lets out an exasperated sigh. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, looking through the videos of Eva Bey swimming to you as she pushes off the wall cheering each and every time without fail. Poe looks at your smiling face, and can’t help but pause the video for a moment. 

He did, indeed, think you were very pretty. 

Poe pulls up the messages between you, and begins typing before suddenly stopping himself. Biting his cheek, he decides ultimately to delete the message, and puts his phone down instead.