The start of a new season feels like the start of a new chapter. Morning dew, the birds chirping, flowers filling the fields, the scent of nature waking up. Yess spring is here đ¸
Summary: Poe and you attend a stand up comicâs show for your date night. It was really fun, except you donât notice Poe pouting throughout the show until you are heading back home.
Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, Modern AU, Pilot!Poe, reader is a teacher, reader is an introvert, reader overthinks, a little suggestive, Poe is a jealous baby and needs some love.
AN: i canât believe this is my first ever Poe fic because thatâs my shayla. Also i got this idea from a clip from comedian Morgan Jayâs show and i thought it would be so fitting for Poe. this is the video.
You were so late. Embarrassingly late. If thereâs anything worse than being in the front row at a comedianâs show, then itâs arriving a whole 45 minutes late to said comedianâs show. The show started at 5 pm. It was now 5:30 and you were still not there.
You had booked the tickets for your date night. You found out about the comedian via Instagram and thought he was pretty funny. Poe, always up for something new with you, immediately agreed to going to the show after you showed him a clip.
Now letâs circle back to why you were late. You had to grade some papers so that took up your time till 3:30pm. If that wasnât making you feel guilty enough, when you finally left the house, you were stuck in the terrible New York traffic. You were this close to having a breakdown.
Poe, bless his golden heart, was reassuring you that it wasnât a big deal.
âBaby, itâs okay. Donât stress over it. Itâs not like theyâll put us in detention, right?â, Poe joked to make you feel better. He put his hand on your knee and massaged it gently.
You frowned and held his hand.
âI knowâŚbut we were looking forward to thisâŚand you know I hate being lateâŚplus you got an off day after so long and now you have to be stuck in traffic because of my poor time management. Iâm sorry, Poeâ, you replied sadly.
Poe brought your hand up and kissed the back of it thrice.
âDont apologise, honey. Itâs not your fault you had work to do. Plus, Iâll have fun with you even if weâre stuck in this traffic. Weâll grab something to eat and just sit here all night. Weâll even make out for a while. Iâll be the happiest person aliveâ, he replied cheekily.
That brought out a smile on your face. You scrunched your nose.
âYouâre so cheesy, Dameronâ, you giggled while shaking your head.
âAll for you, babyâ, he flashed his gorgeous smile and winked at you.
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Finally, finally, you reached the venue at 5:45pm.
You and Poe entered the venue hand-in-hand. You went up to the auditorium that the show was held in. You could hear the comedianâs auto-tuned voice, which was a major part of his shows. Fuck, he was doing crowd workâ this was going to be so embarrassing.
You tried to descend down the stairs as discreetly as possible but you had to stop on the way to search for your seats. The two of you were too busy looking at your seat numbers in your phone when the comedian, Morgan, approached you.
âAre you late?âŚâ his auto-tuned voice asked you and the entire audience erupted in laughter. You and Poe joined them and you were so sure that your entire face was red from embarrassment. This was your (an introvertâs) worst nightmare.
âAre you late? Let me see your tickets! Get your hand outta my face- let me see your tickets!â, Morgan said to Poe as he tried to block his view.
Poe was clearly having fun messing with Morgan so he hid the phone even further from Morgan and tried to open the camera instead.
âDonât do a snap, give- donât! let me see the ticket! Does he have a ticket?â, Morgan snatched the phone. Everyone erupted in laughter and you and Poe couldnât stop giggling uncontrollably.
Morgan gave the phone back and Poe started scrolling through it.
âNah- itâs over here, itâs over here. Just wait, my guyâ, Poe joked and spoke directly into the mic.
âJust wait my guy. Jusâ wait mah guyâ, Morgan mocked Poe and his voice echoed hilariously.
You laughed harder and clutched Poeâs arm for support while your left hand covered your mouth. His shoulders were shaking just as badly from trying to keep his giggles in.
âYou got two tickets? I donât see-oh youâre together?â, Morgan asked incredulously and put his mic in front of you two. That made you blush even more.
Poe put his arm across your waist and brought you closer. âYes, sheâs my girlâ, Poe announced directly in the mic with a proud smile on his face.
You just blushed and hid your face in his shoulder. You could hear the entire crowd cheer loudly. Poe rubbed your back softly.
Morgan took the mic back. âOkay, okay, we get it. You found your seats. Go sit down and keep your hands to yourselfâŚor donâtâ he said and smiled cheekily into the camera.
The crowd cheered louder.
You suddenly got a burst of courage.
âCan I ask you a question?â, you asked Morgan before going to sit down.
Poe looked at you shockingly. He couldnât believe that you were willing to ask a question in front of such a large crowd.
âWha- whatâs your question?â, Morgan asked and stood closer to you. He offered you the mic.
You giggled once again and said, âAre you a goofy guy?â, in a sing-song voice.
The crowd cheered and hollered once again.
Morgan was shocked because heâs the one asking that usually.
His eyes widened and he jumped before pointing at you.
You pointed back at him and laughed loudly.
âIâM A GOOFY GUY! IâM A GOOFY GUY!â, Morgan yelled and jumped once again.
âIâm a goofy fucking guy!â, He exclaimed before coming over to give you a side hug.
You laughed and hugged him back.
In the midst of all this, you didnât notice the way Poeâs smile faltered and he was just staring at the two of you.
First of all, he couldnât believe you felt so comfortable to not only ask this Morgan guy a question, in front of this huge audience, but also gave him a hug?
Poe tried to keep a neutral face and clenched his jaw tightly. He could feel the ugly green monster crawling up his throat. He should be happy that you felt comfortable enough to freely express yourself in public. He should be happy to see you so happy and belly-laughing. Thereâs no way he was jealous about this. He had to control his overreaction because you were way too observant and youâd notice something was wrong right away. So, he gulped harshly, clenched his fist and stood straighter. And shot his best smile at the scene in front of him.
âIâve been meaning to ask you that, Iâm So GLAAAAAAD!â, you sang, your voice sounding funny with the auto tune. The crowd screamed.
âAYEEEE!â, Morgan cheered into the mic and started jumping up and down.
Poe couldnât take it anymore. To avoid ruining your moment, he quietly slipped away to settle down on your seats.
âYO!â, Morgan exclaimed happily and approached you once again. âThe energyâŚThe energy is good tonight!â
You lifted your arms up and did a cheerful dance. You were about to make your way to your seats when Morgan said, âIâll see you later!â, in the most nonchalant manner and flashed a big smile at you.
You widened your eyes and laughed out loud. You held out your hands in a âNoâ gesture. The entire crowd erupted in laughter and Morgan was smiling.
âBye!â, Morgan said to you cheekily.
Poe just watched all this with a shocked look on his face. His mouth fell open slightly. He knew he was being irrational and that this was Morganâs job. He was a comedian. He was joking. Poe told himself that he needed to get a grip and calm down.
But still, someone just said theyâd love to see his girl later in front of him and a bunch of other strangers and he was supposed to be normal about it?! Fuck no.
You finally made your way to your seats and settled down next to Poe. You were still giggling lightly turned your attention towards Poe.
âOh my god, that was crazy, babe! I canât believe that actually happened!â, you whisper-yelled in excitement.
Poe composed himself and shot you weak smile.
âYeah, baby. Iâm so glad you felt comfortable to joke like that. Did you have fun?â, Poe asked in a soft voice.
You grinned and held his hands in yours.
âYes! I canât believe that I actually had the balls to ask him that in front of so many people!â, you chuckled incredulously.
Poe just looked at you and squeezed your hands before bringing a hand to rest behind your head. He gently brought you closer and crashed his lips into yours, not caring about the people around you or the cameras.
You squealed and shut your eyes before kissing him back.
It was a brief kiss, but it was very passionate. Poe pulled back and pressed a kiss to your cheek, the hand behind your head cupping your other cheek.
âWhat was that for?â, you asked breathlessly.
Poe kept looking at you intensely before shrugging and turning his attention back to the stage.
You furrowed your brows. Something was off about him. He was way too quiet. You decided youâd talk to him later and moved your body closer to him before leaning your head against his shoulder.
He intertwined his fingers with yours and dropped a kiss on your head before leaning his own against it.
The show went on smoothly and for Poeâs sake, Morgan didnât approach you guys again. He silently thanked you for choosing seats that were way back up and in the corner of the room.
Now, he just had to pretend that he was okay until you went to sleep, atleast.
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You were finally back home and Poe was still way too non-hyper verbal. You were getting worried now. He rarely gave you the silent treatment because he just couldnât resist talking to you. You tried to think about what you did that mustâve made him act like that, but nothing came to mind.
You finished your skincare routine and stepped out of the bathroom to find him sitting on his side of the bed, scrolling through his phone. You approached him hesitantly.
âPoe?â, you asked him softly.
He immediately looked up and flashed you his charming smile.
âHey baby. All done?â, he held out his hands for you to take and sat up to face you.
You grabbed his hands and he pulled you in until you were in between his legs. He moved his hands to rest on your waist and yours went around his shoulders.
âYeahâŚâ, you trailed off.
âWhatâs wrong, honey?â, Poe asked with his eyebrows furrowed.
You fussed with the neckline of his t shirt.
âAre you okay? Youâve been way too quiet all eveningâŚ.did you not enjoy yourself? You shouldâve told me, we wouldâve ditched itâŚwe couldâve done something different. Or is it because I did something? Iâm-â
âHey. Relaxâ, Poe cut off your rambling and gently squeezed your waist.
âYou didnât do anything, okay? And I had fun tonight. After all, I watched you laugh and that is my favourite thing in the entire universe, babyâ, he said adoringly.
You quirked up an eyebrow.
âI asked if you had fun. Not if you enjoyed watching me laugh. Youâve not said a word since we sat down, Poe. You seriously think Iâm gonna buy that?â, you asked him seriously.
Poe is a shit liar, especially when heâs lying to you. God knows when will he realise that. He wears all of his emotions on his sleeve.
That got him because his lips were set in a thin line and he kept avoiding your gaze. You cupped his chin in your hand, his stubble pricking your skin satisfyingly, and gently brought his head up to look at you.
The two of you just looked at each other for a few seconds before he buried his face in your stomach.
You were surprised at his sudden reaction but this was just another day for Poeâs clingy nature. You buried your hands in his beautiful curls and scratched his scalp.
You felt his lips move by your stomach but he had completely hidden his face so it was difficult for you to understand.
âBaby, I canât understand whatâre you saying. Can you speak up for me?â, you requested him gently and rubbed his broad back with your free hand so as to coax him into speaking up.
You felt his back inflate and deflate as he sighed. He turned his head to the side to make his voice audible.
âI saidâŚ.I wasâŚjealous. Thatâs why I was quietâ, he shyly confessed.
Your hands paused their ministrations and you froze.
Then it suddenly clicked.
âPoeâŚare you jealous because Morgan said that heâll see me later?â, you asked him carefully.
He groaned before burying his head into your sternum now and tightly wrapped his arms around your back. This reaction was enough to confirm your doubts.
You pursed your lips to stop yourself from laughing but he felt your body shake and he whined, before trying to remove himself from your arms.
You just giggled and brought him back to your chest, burying a hand in his curls and rubbing his back with the other. You pressed a kiss to his mop of curls.
âOkay! Okay, Iâm sorry, honey. But, he was just joking, Poe. And do you think Iâd leave you like that?â, you asked him softly before leaning your head on his.
You pulled back from him which brought out a whine from his mouth again but you quickly cupped his stubbly cheeks in your hands to look at him. He was pouting. General Poe Dameron was pouting because he was jealous over a joke. Finn and Rey would troll him so much if they found out about this.
You gave him an affectionate smile and kissed his forehead. He sighed in content before holding your wrists.
âYeah, of course, I know. Thatâs why i just kept quiet because i knew i was overreacting and I didnât want to ruin your moment. I was so happy to see you having fun, baby, I swear. JustâŚnobody has ever said that in front of meâŚand so many people were around usâŚit just took me off guard. Iâm sorry for acting like an immature asshole the entire nightâ, Poe replied with guilt in his voice. His eyebrows were furrowed so intensely that it caused a dent to appear in between them.
You just smiled at him and caressed his cheeks with your thumbs before smoothing out the dent between his brows with your thumb.
âItâs all good, baby. Besides, youâre really cute when you get jealousâ, you replied cheekily and pinched his cheeks.
You saw his cheeks turn a tinge of pink.
âShut upâ, he murmured and brought you closer to straddle his lap. You chuckled and wrapped your legs around his waist and hugged his neck with your arms.
âYouâre okay?â, you asked him worriedly.
Poe stared at you with so much love in his eyes that you felt your cheeks get warm.
He put his hand on your face and ran his thumb back and forth below your eye softly.
âYeah, honey. I am. I love youâ, he replied lovingly and flashed you his precious smile and scrunched nose combo.
You felt your heart soar and you leaned your face against his palm.
âI love you too, Poeâ, you replied before kissing his palm.
You were silent for a moment.
âIf I remember correctly, we had a make out session in todayâs schedule?â, you asked coolly while massaging the curls at his nape.
Poe smirked, his dimple showing. âYeah? Is that so?â
You nodded your head and brought him closer.
âKiss me, Dameronâ, you said while gently rubbing your noses against each other. Poe smiled affectionately at you and splayed his hand across your back to bring you closer.
âAs you wish, babyâ, Poe responded before kissing you passionately.
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AN: god I love Poe so much thatâs literally my baby. đđ
Warnings: *looks you dead in the eyes* Bitch if you only knew how long this has been in my drafts. Nearly two thousand words of cunnilingus, piv, one tickle fight, alien alcohol consumption, mixed metaphors, and the projection of sexual/emotional desires onto the best pilot in the resistance 18+ ONLY.
Summary: Idiots in love. Youâre the idiot, mainly. You happen to hear something quite salacious about your bestie. And oooh boy, are you awful at keeping your shit together.
Word Count: 15.7KÂ
There are some things you canât unhear. Tidbits of information that just fuck your whole day up with the implications. Specific ideas or mental images, solicited or not, that take form in your brain and proceed to run through your mind like a fathier on a racetrack. Oh Maker, you wish you could unhear this conversation. Because you know, you know after hearing all that⌠youâll never be able to look at Poe Dameron the same way again. At least not for a long, long time.Â
You didnât mean to eavesdrop. You really didnât. You were in the stall peeing, minding your own business for Makerâs sake and they just happened to come in and have this conversation. This was on them, not on you. What were you supposed to do? Cover your ears and hum to yourself? Bolt out of the toilet without washing your hands?Â
You were just having a normal, routine, piss in the cantina bathroom- spotchka going right through you, as per usual⌠and thatâs when you heard them. Maker, you wish youâd never heard them.Â
Summary: Will and Benny bring over Frankie and Santiago for dinner. For Santiago, itâs love at first sight. (~3k)
Contents: no smut, fluffy and fun, fem reader, sexual implications and jokes, this whole thing is group banter and flirting with Santiago, reader had one night with Benny a long time ago
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You almost kick the four of them out of your house. Almost.
Will had immediately picked up a football that your nephews had left at your house, thrown it to Benny, and broken a lamp.
Benny had made himself a cold cut sandwich and eaten half, even though he knew you were making them a huge welcome dinner.
Frankie got the other half of the sandwich. Heâd apologized, but heâd still eaten it.
And then there was Santiago.
When Benny said he was stopping by for the night, you were thrilled. He said Will might come. Great. And surprise, two other guys are coming by too.
Everyone was welcome, youâd said. You had a spare room, an office with a pullout couch, and a living room sofa. You knew how to cook for an army ha ha fucking ha.
Francisco Morales, who is tall and shaggy and adorable.
Santiago Garcia, who is not as tall, in no way shaggy, and looks at you like youâre covered in gravy, and heâs going to eat you all the way up.
You kick them all out into the backyard.
On his way out, Santiago dares, he dares, to pretend he doesnât have enough room to get by you while youâre at the stove. Has to lay his hand on the small of your back to squeeze by.
âExcuse me,â he says politely.
You tap the wooden spoon on the side of the spicy corn youâre frying. You point it at him. âYouâre not fooling anyone, Garcia. Keep your mitts to yourself.â
He grins. He tilts his head like, you donât want that. We both know it.
You jump when Bennyâs big hand lands on your shoulder. âOooh, sweetheart, that smells amazing. Gonna finally put some hair on Popeâs chest with that,â he says.
You look Santiago up and down. âYou smooth like a Ken doll?â
He licks his lips, chin tilted up slightly. âNot everywhere.â
His dark, brown eyes lock onto yours. You look away first. Damn.
Benny reaches out and shoves Santiagoâs shoulder. Half good-natured, half a little too hard.
âI told you not to flirt with her. Sheâs already doing all of this for us. She doesnât need you slobbering all over the back of her neck.â Benny reaches for a roll, fresh from the oven, and you smack his hand. He hisses and shakes it out. âBe nice or Iâll tell Pope how you and I met.â
You shoot him a warning glare.
âI want two rolls before dinner,â Benny says, always angling for more food.
âNo, you wait like everyone else.â You slide the basket further away from him.
Benny pauses, then looks at Santiago. âWe had sex on prom night. We werenât even each othersâ dates. Which is also why sheâs off limits to you. The four of us have a strict broâs before-â
You clear your throat. âRethink the end of that phrase, Miller Two. Or youâll be eating saltine crackers on the side of the road.â
Benny grins. He puts his hands up and backs away.
âOut, both you,â you say.
Benny leaves, but Santiago slides up next to you. He stops short of actually touching you, but you can almost feel his body heat. The scent of him makes your mouth water.
âLet me help you,â he says, smooth and even. âIâm a good cook. I promise.â
Knowing he probably wonât leave you alone, you give him the spoon. At least this way, heâll be occupied. âStir that. Donât burn my corn,â you say.
âIâd never let anything bad happen to your corn.â He stirs slowly, watching the pan. âI hope I get to eat a huge helping of your corn later. Iâm sure your corn is fucking delicious.â
Corn should not be sexual.
But you guess Santiago Garcia never met a word he couldnât make sound like an orgasm waiting to happen.
He shoots a glance at you from the corner of his eye.
Yup. He knows what heâs doing.
With a huff, you check the double-ovens. Youâve made not one, not two, but three pot roasts. And mashed potatoes. And stuffed onions. And the corn and rolls.
You figured four grown-men back from the jungle would ensure no leftovers. Also, you were glad to see Benny and Will alive and mostly uninjured and this was how you expressed happiness.
Although Will seemed to wince when you hugged his middle. Youâd interrogate him later.
Of course, you were glad Catfish and Pope were alive and well. Youâd only heard about them until today, but you almost felt like you knew them.
Or rather, Frankie seems to be everything youâd heard.
Santiago is a whole other kettle of⌠corn.
At least he works in silence. He puts in a little more salt, stirs, turns down the heat.
And then he just watches you.
Watches you take the roasts out of the oven and cover them to rest. Watches you check the onions.
âStop doing that,â you say, gesturing to the glass-fronted cabinet on the other side of the kitchen. It was your grandmaâs and still holds her good dishes. âDo you know how to set a table, or do you eat all your meals with a plastic spork?â
âItâs metal actually,â Santiago says seriously.
You almost laugh. Santiagoâs eyes light up when he sees you unable to control a smile. He scratches the stubble on his chin, the sound making your stomach flutter.
âIâll get Will to help. Heâll make sure everythingâs in order,â Santiago starts to leave, but turns back. âHey, I couldnât get a straight answer out of Benny. You and he stillâŚâ
You roll your eyes. âJust set the table, Spork. Do something civilized.â
Santiago smiles. It almost makes him look harmless. âDonât worry. For the right woman, Iâm completely domesticated.â
âI very much doubt that,â you say as you watch him open your back door to call for Will.
Although, heâd been the only one to take off his boots at the front door without being asked. Something your mother always says to watch out for. Means a man has good manners and is thoughtful.
But what does she know? Your father hogs the bucket of popcorn at the movies and leaves empty water glasses all over the house.
But heâs still completely and utterly devoted to you mother. Still brings her flowers. Still pinches her butt when he thinks his kids arenât looking.
Will nods to you when he walks in the kitchen. His blue eyes see everything. He silently asks if youâre okay. You nod back.
âSo, you gonna let this guy stay for dinner?â He claps Santiago on the back.
âHe wasnât the one who broke a lamp.â You give Will a pointed look and he nods in apology.
Santiago opens your grandmaâs cabinet and starts taking out plates. The porcelain barely rattles. Heâs quick, but careful.
His muscled shoulders flex under his dark t-shirt as he reaches in for the bowls. The flowered china should look ridiculous in his hands, but he treats the set of dishes with as much care as you do.
By the time you realize youâve stopped everything and youâre just standing there, watching him, Will is already smirking, tongue working around the front of his teeth. He picks up the stack of plates, shaking his head.
They clatter slightly.
Santiago points at Will. âAy, be fucking careful. These look like antiques.â
You have to turn so they donât see you melt into a puddle of steaming hot goo. Thoughtful, just like your mother said.
You corral Santiago and Will into helping you bring everything to the big, oval table in the dining room. They sit on either side of you.
If you thought it was chaos when theyâd arrived, dinner is a 3-ring circus. The serving platters never hit the tablecloth. They inhale everything as soon as itâs passed around.
Itâs very gratifying. Youâd complain about them chewing with their mouths open, but you donât because theyâre complimenting you between every single bite.
âYou guys are like a pack of dogs,â you say. âI mean that as a compliment.â
âShe prefers animals to people,â Benny says to Santiago.
âThe four of us have seen people do things animals wouldnât,â Santiago says, breaking into a roll and slathering butter on it. âHell, weâve lived dirtier than dogs.â
Frankie points at Santi. âCorrect. I have a picture from Afghanistan. Your socks were so gross, they stood up by themselves.â
Your face dissolves into disgust. âNo. Thatâs horrible. This is a dinner table, Frankie.â
Thereâs a beat of silence before everyone breaks out laughing. Even Frankie, though he looks like heâs in physical pain.
âIn Frankieâs defense, we always kind of thought of you like Will and Bennyâs family,â Santiago says. âAlthough now I know that you and Benny used to date-â
âWhat the fuck did you just say?â Will says, his jaw tight, blue eyes zeroing in on his brother.
Santiagoâs face goes slack. âOh shit.â
Bennyâs fork clatters onto his plate.
âCareful with the china,â you yell at him.
âSorry,â he says, then turns to Will. âWe didnât date. We justâŚâ he motions with his fingers.
Willâs face looks like manslaughter, âno. Donât tell me anymore.â
Santiago leans in. âIâm so sorry,â he whispers.
You mime slicing your neck open with your thumb. His face relaxes again, amused.
You turn to Will, seeing how spooled up he is about the revelation that you and Benny had been more than friends once upon a time.
âWill? Whatâs the dumbest thing you ever did before you were 20?â You ask him.
His jaw works back and forth, his fork swiping through the food on his plate. âCouldnât really say.â
âThe dumbest thing I ever did was your brother, Benjamin Miller,â you say.
âHey, why do I get hurt in this?â Benny says.
âShh,â Frankie hushes him.
âIt was once, the night we met, and it never happened again,â you say, passing Will the bread basket.
He takes it with a grim look. âWeâre going to keep on pretending it never happened.â
âYouâre the one who brought Loud Mouth Garcia to dinner. Canât even keep a secret. How the hell were you ever Delta?â You say to Santiago.
âPersistence,â he says, brown eyes sparkling at you, âIâm a persistence predator.â
Benny clears his throat. âHey creep-o-saurus-rex, pass the pot roast.â
Santiago picks up the dish and holds it out to Benny, his eyes still on you. âT-rex wasnât a persistence predator, Benny.â
âWhatever, quit looking at her like you want to eat her out at the dinner table,â he mumbles, scooping food onto his plate.
Will takes a roll out of the basket and beans it off Bennyâs head.
âIâm still gonna eat that,â Frankie says, reaching down where it landed on the floor and picking it back up. âDamn good meal.â
You take a moment to look around at this table full of ridiculousness. Itâs almost like an out of body experience. Two guys who are like your brothers. One guy who apparently needs a mother figure so badly heâs willing to settle for someone younger than him.
And Santiago Garcia.
Youâre going to have a hell of a hard time sneaking him into your room later. Never mind that you can tell heâs going to make you come your brains out at the top of your lungs.
Will taps your foot under the table. He grins at you. âYou missed us. Admit it.â
You act like youâre not sure. âI was having a really nice day until you and your chucklefuck friends showed up.â
âWe can get hotel rooms. We donât want to put you out,â Frankie says, his lost puppy eyes working exactly how heâd intended. âYouâve already done enough.â
âI want you all to stay. Trust me,â you reassure him. âI have 2 dozen eggs in the refrigerator for tomorrow morning and big plans for french toast.â
Santiago groans. âYouâre going to put me into a coma. But before I go, please, marry me.â
Benny whistles under his breath. âNever heard Pope say the âMâ word before.â
âDibs on Will for the wedding party,â you say, looking at Santiago out of the corner of your eye.
âOkay. Iâll take Benny and Frankie,â Santiago says.
You eye his plate. âDid you like my corn?â
âFucking loved it.â
You hear chairs pushing back from the table. You and Santiagoâs eyes break apart.
âIâm taking my plate outside. You two are making me nauseous,â Will says.
âRight behind you,â Benny picks up his plate and the dish of pot roast.
Frankie looks torn, but eventually gives in and stands too. âGive us a holler when youâre done.â His face gets pink. âNot like done, doing anything. I donât think youâre going to do it right here. But itâs your house. If you want to.â
Will sighs. âCatfish, quit while youâre not even ahead.â
Santiago stretches his arm out on the back of your chair as the other guys make a quick exit. His fingertips brush lightly against your arm.
âSo,â he says, âwere you just giving Will and Benny a hard time or are we really doing this?â
âI donât know. Are you all talk? A flirting for sport kind of guy?â
Youâd gotten that impression of Santi, from some of the stories youâd heard. But in person, he doesnât strike you as shallow or fake. You always trust your gut about people. And your gut says to trust Santiago.
âIâm not flirting. Iâm not hunting,â he says. âIâm just, talking to the woman Iâm going to spend the rest of my life with.â
You canât breathe for a few seconds. Those words, smooth and warm, his serious eyes and the corner of his mouth still raised in half a grin.
Santiagoâs hand brushes your hairline at the back of your neck, then settles onto your skin, ever so slightly massaging your muscles.
âWill you let me take you to dinner tomorrow night? Away from these âchucklefucks,â as you so lovingly said.â His fingers wind their way down, into the collar of your shirt, where your shoulder and neck meet.
âWell, to be clear, I was also including you in that group. But, yes, Iâd love to go out with you.â
Santiago looks visibly relieved. Something about his confidence, how itâs both real and also a complete front, makes you want to hold onto him. Keep him.
His fingers pull back. He brushes his knuckles over your chin. Before you can do the same, feel the scrape of his five oâclock shadow on your fingers, Frankie comes bounding back into the dining room.
âSorry for interrupting,â he rubs his hands together nervously, âdo you have any ketchup?â
Your happy mood disappears. You glare at Frankie. âYou tell Benny that if he puts ketchup on my pot roast, Iâm never cooking for him again. Also, donât let him make you do his dirty work, Frankie. Youâre a grown man.â
âYes, maâam,â Frankie says with a grim smile. âWhat about the potatoes, though? For me. Not for Benny.â
âFine. Refrigerator, top shelf,â you roll your eyes. âI always thought Will wouldâve kept you guys in line.â
Santiago leans back in his chair. He looks at home already. âWill doesnât like to interfere. Man of few words. Benny got all the talking in that family, not that I need to tell you that.â
Itâs a little bit amazing to you, that he can sit here in your house like heâs been here a million times before, talking with you like youâre already together, about men you both know, but under very different circumstances.
His dark eyes sparkle at you, looking you over. âI used to think you were pretty, in the pictures Will or Ben would show us. You looked happy. It was nice to see someone having a normal life while we were over there, not being normal. It was good you sent that stuff, pictures and food and whatever.â
âOh yeah? And who was sending you photos, and whatever?â You ask him.
âMostly the Playboy Corporation,â Santiago grins. âIâm kidding. No one, actually. My family sometimes. No one like you.â
Heâs so sweet you canât believe this is the same guy youâd heard Will and Benny talk about for years. The smooth talker. The face man. Pope, who probably wouldnât ever settle down.
No, this is a man whoâs wanted to settle down for years. He just wouldnât settle for less than exactly what he wanted. Which, it seems like, is you.
âHey.â You give in to your number one urge and run your fingers through his black and silver curls. âHow about I ask the guys to clean this up, and you and I go out for dessert? Thereâs a really good ice cream place downtown.â
Santiagoâs face lights up like the fourth of July. âOnly if we can get it to-go. We can sit in my truck and neck afterward.â
âDeal. We can ask Frankie to babysit the other two,â you laugh.
His hand finds yours, his fingers linking through and raising your hand to kiss your palm.
âThink we can still do this in ten years?â He asks.
âDo what?â You ask, confused.
âGo out for dessert, just the 2 of us, and leave the kids at home with Frankie.â
âWow, you really go all in, donât you, Garcia?â You smile.
âFor you, yeah,â Santiago says. âIâve worked my ass off, for what feels like every day of my life. This is the one thing thatâs ever felt easy. Love at first sight.â
Your heart flutters, then drops right in front of him. You canât help it. Heâs right. Like he knows you feel it too, he leans in, like he canât wait for this first kiss.
His soft lips press against yours.
And bang! Thereâs a huge crash on the table as mashed potatoes fly everywhere. Onto your clothes. In Santiagoâs hair.
âOh shit, sorry,â Will shouts from the kitchen.
A football sits squarely in the dish of potatoes.
âWeâre not bringing them home any ice cream,â Santiago says, but heâs all smiles anyway, pulling you in to finish whatâs still a perfect first kiss.
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Summary: Will and Benny bring over Frankie and Santiago for dinner. For Santiago, itâs love at first sight. (~3k)
Contents: no smut, fluffy and fun, fem reader, sexual implications and jokes, this whole thing is group banter and flirting with Santiago, reader had one night with Benny a long time ago
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You almost kick the four of them out of your house. Almost.
Will had immediately picked up a football that your nephews had left at your house, thrown it to Benny, and broken a lamp.
Benny had made himself a cold cut sandwich and eaten half, even though he knew you were making them a huge welcome dinner.
Frankie got the other half of the sandwich. Heâd apologized, but heâd still eaten it.
And then there was Santiago.
When Benny said he was stopping by for the night, you were thrilled. He said Will might come. Great. And surprise, two other guys are coming by too.
Everyone was welcome, youâd said. You had a spare room, an office with a pullout couch, and a living room sofa. You knew how to cook for an army ha ha fucking ha.
Francisco Morales, who is tall and shaggy and adorable.
Santiago Garcia, who is not as tall, in no way shaggy, and looks at you like youâre covered in gravy, and heâs going to eat you all the way up.
You kick them all out into the backyard.
On his way out, Santiago dares, he dares, to pretend he doesnât have enough room to get by you while youâre at the stove. Has to lay his hand on the small of your back to squeeze by.
âExcuse me,â he says politely.
You tap the wooden spoon on the side of the spicy corn youâre frying. You point it at him. âYouâre not fooling anyone, Garcia. Keep your mitts to yourself.â
He grins. He tilts his head like, you donât want that. We both know it.
You jump when Bennyâs big hand lands on your shoulder. âOooh, sweetheart, that smells amazing. Gonna finally put some hair on Popeâs chest with that,â he says.
You look Santiago up and down. âYou smooth like a Ken doll?â
He licks his lips, chin tilted up slightly. âNot everywhere.â
His dark, brown eyes lock onto yours. You look away first. Damn.
Benny reaches out and shoves Santiagoâs shoulder. Half good-natured, half a little too hard.
âI told you not to flirt with her. Sheâs already doing all of this for us. She doesnât need you slobbering all over the back of her neck.â Benny reaches for a roll, fresh from the oven, and you smack his hand. He hisses and shakes it out. âBe nice or Iâll tell Pope how you and I met.â
You shoot him a warning glare.
âI want two rolls before dinner,â Benny says, always angling for more food.
âNo, you wait like everyone else.â You slide the basket further away from him.
Benny pauses, then looks at Santiago. âWe had sex on prom night. We werenât even each othersâ dates. Which is also why sheâs off limits to you. The four of us have a strict broâs before-â
You clear your throat. âRethink the end of that phrase, Miller Two. Or youâll be eating saltine crackers on the side of the road.â
Benny grins. He puts his hands up and backs away.
âOut, both you,â you say.
Benny leaves, but Santiago slides up next to you. He stops short of actually touching you, but you can almost feel his body heat. The scent of him makes your mouth water.
âLet me help you,â he says, smooth and even. âIâm a good cook. I promise.â
Knowing he probably wonât leave you alone, you give him the spoon. At least this way, heâll be occupied. âStir that. Donât burn my corn,â you say.
âIâd never let anything bad happen to your corn.â He stirs slowly, watching the pan. âI hope I get to eat a huge helping of your corn later. Iâm sure your corn is fucking delicious.â
Corn should not be sexual.
But you guess Santiago Garcia never met a word he couldnât make sound like an orgasm waiting to happen.
He shoots a glance at you from the corner of his eye.
Yup. He knows what heâs doing.
With a huff, you check the double-ovens. Youâve made not one, not two, but three pot roasts. And mashed potatoes. And stuffed onions. And the corn and rolls.
You figured four grown-men back from the jungle would ensure no leftovers. Also, you were glad to see Benny and Will alive and mostly uninjured and this was how you expressed happiness.
Although Will seemed to wince when you hugged his middle. Youâd interrogate him later.
Of course, you were glad Catfish and Pope were alive and well. Youâd only heard about them until today, but you almost felt like you knew them.
Or rather, Frankie seems to be everything youâd heard.
Santiago is a whole other kettle of⌠corn.
At least he works in silence. He puts in a little more salt, stirs, turns down the heat.
And then he just watches you.
Watches you take the roasts out of the oven and cover them to rest. Watches you check the onions.
âStop doing that,â you say, gesturing to the glass-fronted cabinet on the other side of the kitchen. It was your grandmaâs and still holds her good dishes. âDo you know how to set a table, or do you eat all your meals with a plastic spork?â
âItâs metal actually,â Santiago says seriously.
You almost laugh. Santiagoâs eyes light up when he sees you unable to control a smile. He scratches the stubble on his chin, the sound making your stomach flutter.
âIâll get Will to help. Heâll make sure everythingâs in order,â Santiago starts to leave, but turns back. âHey, I couldnât get a straight answer out of Benny. You and he stillâŚâ
You roll your eyes. âJust set the table, Spork. Do something civilized.â
Santiago smiles. It almost makes him look harmless. âDonât worry. For the right woman, Iâm completely domesticated.â
âI very much doubt that,â you say as you watch him open your back door to call for Will.
Although, heâd been the only one to take off his boots at the front door without being asked. Something your mother always says to watch out for. Means a man has good manners and is thoughtful.
But what does she know? Your father hogs the bucket of popcorn at the movies and leaves empty water glasses all over the house.
But heâs still completely and utterly devoted to you mother. Still brings her flowers. Still pinches her butt when he thinks his kids arenât looking.
Will nods to you when he walks in the kitchen. His blue eyes see everything. He silently asks if youâre okay. You nod back.
âSo, you gonna let this guy stay for dinner?â He claps Santiago on the back.
âHe wasnât the one who broke a lamp.â You give Will a pointed look and he nods in apology.
Santiago opens your grandmaâs cabinet and starts taking out plates. The porcelain barely rattles. Heâs quick, but careful.
His muscled shoulders flex under his dark t-shirt as he reaches in for the bowls. The flowered china should look ridiculous in his hands, but he treats the set of dishes with as much care as you do.
By the time you realize youâve stopped everything and youâre just standing there, watching him, Will is already smirking, tongue working around the front of his teeth. He picks up the stack of plates, shaking his head.
They clatter slightly.
Santiago points at Will. âAy, be fucking careful. These look like antiques.â
You have to turn so they donât see you melt into a puddle of steaming hot goo. Thoughtful, just like your mother said.
You corral Santiago and Will into helping you bring everything to the big, oval table in the dining room. They sit on either side of you.
If you thought it was chaos when theyâd arrived, dinner is a 3-ring circus. The serving platters never hit the tablecloth. They inhale everything as soon as itâs passed around.
Itâs very gratifying. Youâd complain about them chewing with their mouths open, but you donât because theyâre complimenting you between every single bite.
âYou guys are like a pack of dogs,â you say. âI mean that as a compliment.â
âShe prefers animals to people,â Benny says to Santiago.
âThe four of us have seen people do things animals wouldnât,â Santiago says, breaking into a roll and slathering butter on it. âHell, weâve lived dirtier than dogs.â
Frankie points at Santi. âCorrect. I have a picture from Afghanistan. Your socks were so gross, they stood up by themselves.â
Your face dissolves into disgust. âNo. Thatâs horrible. This is a dinner table, Frankie.â
Thereâs a beat of silence before everyone breaks out laughing. Even Frankie, though he looks like heâs in physical pain.
âIn Frankieâs defense, we always kind of thought of you like Will and Bennyâs family,â Santiago says. âAlthough now I know that you and Benny used to date-â
âWhat the fuck did you just say?â Will says, his jaw tight, blue eyes zeroing in on his brother.
Santiagoâs face goes slack. âOh shit.â
Bennyâs fork clatters onto his plate.
âCareful with the china,â you yell at him.
âSorry,â he says, then turns to Will. âWe didnât date. We justâŚâ he motions with his fingers.
Willâs face looks like manslaughter, âno. Donât tell me anymore.â
Santiago leans in. âIâm so sorry,â he whispers.
You mime slicing your neck open with your thumb. His face relaxes again, amused.
You turn to Will, seeing how spooled up he is about the revelation that you and Benny had been more than friends once upon a time.
âWill? Whatâs the dumbest thing you ever did before you were 20?â You ask him.
His jaw works back and forth, his fork swiping through the food on his plate. âCouldnât really say.â
âThe dumbest thing I ever did was your brother, Benjamin Miller,â you say.
âHey, why do I get hurt in this?â Benny says.
âShh,â Frankie hushes him.
âIt was once, the night we met, and it never happened again,â you say, passing Will the bread basket.
He takes it with a grim look. âWeâre going to keep on pretending it never happened.â
âYouâre the one who brought Loud Mouth Garcia to dinner. Canât even keep a secret. How the hell were you ever Delta?â You say to Santiago.
âPersistence,â he says, brown eyes sparkling at you, âIâm a persistence predator.â
Benny clears his throat. âHey creep-o-saurus-rex, pass the pot roast.â
Santiago picks up the dish and holds it out to Benny, his eyes still on you. âT-rex wasnât a persistence predator, Benny.â
âWhatever, quit looking at her like you want to eat her out at the dinner table,â he mumbles, scooping food onto his plate.
Will takes a roll out of the basket and beans it off Bennyâs head.
âIâm still gonna eat that,â Frankie says, reaching down where it landed on the floor and picking it back up. âDamn good meal.â
You take a moment to look around at this table full of ridiculousness. Itâs almost like an out of body experience. Two guys who are like your brothers. One guy who apparently needs a mother figure so badly heâs willing to settle for someone younger than him.
And Santiago Garcia.
Youâre going to have a hell of a hard time sneaking him into your room later. Never mind that you can tell heâs going to make you come your brains out at the top of your lungs.
Will taps your foot under the table. He grins at you. âYou missed us. Admit it.â
You act like youâre not sure. âI was having a really nice day until you and your chucklefuck friends showed up.â
âWe can get hotel rooms. We donât want to put you out,â Frankie says, his lost puppy eyes working exactly how heâd intended. âYouâve already done enough.â
âI want you all to stay. Trust me,â you reassure him. âI have 2 dozen eggs in the refrigerator for tomorrow morning and big plans for french toast.â
Santiago groans. âYouâre going to put me into a coma. But before I go, please, marry me.â
Benny whistles under his breath. âNever heard Pope say the âMâ word before.â
âDibs on Will for the wedding party,â you say, looking at Santiago out of the corner of your eye.
âOkay. Iâll take Benny and Frankie,â Santiago says.
You eye his plate. âDid you like my corn?â
âFucking loved it.â
You hear chairs pushing back from the table. You and Santiagoâs eyes break apart.
âIâm taking my plate outside. You two are making me nauseous,â Will says.
âRight behind you,â Benny picks up his plate and the dish of pot roast.
Frankie looks torn, but eventually gives in and stands too. âGive us a holler when youâre done.â His face gets pink. âNot like done, doing anything. I donât think youâre going to do it right here. But itâs your house. If you want to.â
Will sighs. âCatfish, quit while youâre not even ahead.â
Santiago stretches his arm out on the back of your chair as the other guys make a quick exit. His fingertips brush lightly against your arm.
âSo,â he says, âwere you just giving Will and Benny a hard time or are we really doing this?â
âI donât know. Are you all talk? A flirting for sport kind of guy?â
Youâd gotten that impression of Santi, from some of the stories youâd heard. But in person, he doesnât strike you as shallow or fake. You always trust your gut about people. And your gut says to trust Santiago.
âIâm not flirting. Iâm not hunting,â he says. âIâm just, talking to the woman Iâm going to spend the rest of my life with.â
You canât breathe for a few seconds. Those words, smooth and warm, his serious eyes and the corner of his mouth still raised in half a grin.
Santiagoâs hand brushes your hairline at the back of your neck, then settles onto your skin, ever so slightly massaging your muscles.
âWill you let me take you to dinner tomorrow night? Away from these âchucklefucks,â as you so lovingly said.â His fingers wind their way down, into the collar of your shirt, where your shoulder and neck meet.
âWell, to be clear, I was also including you in that group. But, yes, Iâd love to go out with you.â
Santiago looks visibly relieved. Something about his confidence, how itâs both real and also a complete front, makes you want to hold onto him. Keep him.
His fingers pull back. He brushes his knuckles over your chin. Before you can do the same, feel the scrape of his five oâclock shadow on your fingers, Frankie comes bounding back into the dining room.
âSorry for interrupting,â he rubs his hands together nervously, âdo you have any ketchup?â
Your happy mood disappears. You glare at Frankie. âYou tell Benny that if he puts ketchup on my pot roast, Iâm never cooking for him again. Also, donât let him make you do his dirty work, Frankie. Youâre a grown man.â
âYes, maâam,â Frankie says with a grim smile. âWhat about the potatoes, though? For me. Not for Benny.â
âFine. Refrigerator, top shelf,â you roll your eyes. âI always thought Will wouldâve kept you guys in line.â
Santiago leans back in his chair. He looks at home already. âWill doesnât like to interfere. Man of few words. Benny got all the talking in that family, not that I need to tell you that.â
Itâs a little bit amazing to you, that he can sit here in your house like heâs been here a million times before, talking with you like youâre already together, about men you both know, but under very different circumstances.
His dark eyes sparkle at you, looking you over. âI used to think you were pretty, in the pictures Will or Ben would show us. You looked happy. It was nice to see someone having a normal life while we were over there, not being normal. It was good you sent that stuff, pictures and food and whatever.â
âOh yeah? And who was sending you photos, and whatever?â You ask him.
âMostly the Playboy Corporation,â Santiago grins. âIâm kidding. No one, actually. My family sometimes. No one like you.â
Heâs so sweet you canât believe this is the same guy youâd heard Will and Benny talk about for years. The smooth talker. The face man. Pope, who probably wouldnât ever settle down.
No, this is a man whoâs wanted to settle down for years. He just wouldnât settle for less than exactly what he wanted. Which, it seems like, is you.
âHey.â You give in to your number one urge and run your fingers through his black and silver curls. âHow about I ask the guys to clean this up, and you and I go out for dessert? Thereâs a really good ice cream place downtown.â
Santiagoâs face lights up like the fourth of July. âOnly if we can get it to-go. We can sit in my truck and neck afterward.â
âDeal. We can ask Frankie to babysit the other two,â you laugh.
His hand finds yours, his fingers linking through and raising your hand to kiss your palm.
âThink we can still do this in ten years?â He asks.
âDo what?â You ask, confused.
âGo out for dessert, just the 2 of us, and leave the kids at home with Frankie.â
âWow, you really go all in, donât you, Garcia?â You smile.
âFor you, yeah,â Santiago says. âIâve worked my ass off, for what feels like every day of my life. This is the one thing thatâs ever felt easy. Love at first sight.â
Your heart flutters, then drops right in front of him. You canât help it. Heâs right. Like he knows you feel it too, he leans in, like he canât wait for this first kiss.
His soft lips press against yours.
And bang! Thereâs a huge crash on the table as mashed potatoes fly everywhere. Onto your clothes. In Santiagoâs hair.
âOh shit, sorry,â Will shouts from the kitchen.
A football sits squarely in the dish of potatoes.
âWeâre not bringing them home any ice cream,â Santiago says, but heâs all smiles anyway, pulling you in to finish whatâs still a perfect first kiss.
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Can I have prompt 23 and 27 with Poe Dameron, with a side of enemies to lovers please?
Feels Right (Poe Dameron x reader)
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Prompts: "you are, without a doubt, the most annoying person i've ever crossed paths with. and don't even get me started on the sound of your voice." and "please shut up. i can't stand how appealing your voice is."'
A/N: HALLU! Firstly, thank you for this request nonnie! Sorry it took me so freaking long to complete, had a busy few months :â)Â
Warnings: MDNI, smut, a little bit of dub-con, dry humping, dom!Poe, sub!reader, bondage, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, a bit of angst, lots of fluff, swearing, jealousy, possessive Poe.Â
Word count: 5.3k
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You couldn't stand his voice. You wanted him to shut up, your only thought in your head was "Please shut up. I can't stand how appealing your voice is.â You couldnât stand the way he looked at everyone, so full of hope. You couldnât stand the way his curls bounced when he turned his head or the way his eyes sparkled when they came in contact with yours.
It was all too much.
You raised your hand the second he asked whether there were other questions. He narrowed his eyes but like the good receptive leader he was, he nodded at you.
âThis is less of a question and more of a request. Iâd just like to say that I need people to start keeping the hangar clean and stop parking x-wings wherever you please, only for me to wake up in the morning and dock the ships for you. What are yâall? A bunch of five year olds?â you huffed, your hands on your hips.
You were addressing everyone in the room, but your eyes were steadily trained on the Black Leader, who had a small smirk on his face. He walked around the table and your eyes followed him while you spoke, holding your head high as he approached you.Â
âYou heard your commander, folks!â he addressed the room with one of his charming smiles.
Leaning in, he whispers. âAlthough, I canât say Iâll be the one keeping the promise, darling.â
You stiffened at the sound of his voice. He was too close and you wanted to body slam him onto the floor so that you would not have to hear him for a while.You flinched slightly as he brought his hands together for a clap.
âAll right, everyones dismissed.âÂ
You stood rooted to your spot, glaring at the General as he went to pick up his data pad.Â
âOh fuck you, Dameron.â you mumbled to his back.
âSay it with a little more chest and Iâll be down, Commander.â he turned his head to you and smirked.Â
Those lips.
Those fucking lips.Â
The one time you caved into them made you regret every possible living day youâve had since. The way those lips had carved out the secret between you two made it seem unbreakable. You craved the taste, but you were too stubborn to satisfy the craving and you had a feeling he knew you were holding back, the passing glances and glares holding something a little more than just resentment.
âYou, Dameron, are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I've ever crossed paths with. and don't even get me started on the sound of your voice." you snap.
âHmm, would you like my voice to say something only for your ears, sweet angel?â He replied so smoothly that you almost let yourself smile, but you resisted, clenching your jaw hard.Â
You scowled through your heating cheeks and you let out a sharp breath as the door closed behind him. Over the past few years, that voice has been the bane of your existence. Always saying something cocky, vain or insulting. That didnât help to cure your insatiable need for him though.Â
Youâd spend your nights dreaming away about the way he would sound, if you ever got the chance to get under him. How would his lips feel against the shell of your ear if he were to keep his promise and whisper all the beautiful things you'd want him to do to you? Would he whimper if you tug those curls just right or would he grunt and growl if you scratched that glorious back of his? These questions kept you awake and ebbed away at your sanity for years. You glanced at the clock and rubbed your cheek, groaning slightly at the way you had let this ordinary man completely ruin your relatively stable mind.Â
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You stared with sleep laden eyes at the x-wing that was parked smack in the middle of the hangar. You scowled again at Poeâs mischief and mumbled curses under your breath as you climbed the ladder up into the cockpit. You slid into his seat and took a deep breath as Poeâs scent filled your nostrils. You smile to yourself, tracing the joystick before you with your fingers.Â
You don't actually hate him, every single good memory youâve had has him in it. You do however, enjoy the back and forth the both of you had going on for the past few months due to your sudden promotions. Secretly, you were in love with Poe, his stupid boyish swagger made your heart ache, especially when he used that god awful smile on you.
Slowly, everything was becoming more and more overwhelming, lulling you into sleep. You turned and pressed your nose into the seat, breathing in the soothing scent as your eyes fluttered close.
âJust for a few minutesâŚâ you mumbled, and soon the cockpit of the x-wing was filled with the sounds of your snores.
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Poe was waiting for you at the hanger, watching for any movement from his x-wing. He loved teasing you like this, smiling to himself when he sees you unhappily wadling in your sleep shirt towards his ship. He waited for you to come down, so that he could scare you. He frowned when you took too long, silences ringing in his ear when his ship didnât start moving. Alarm bells started going off in his head and he rushed to the x-wing and quickly climbed up, only to see you sleeping there.
He stared at you for a while, leaning against his x-wing as you snored softly in his seat, nuzzing your nose into his chair. He didnât make a mistake, kissing you that one fateful day, pretending to be drunk to maybe earn your favour for the night. He knew he couldnât have you the second your lips pressed harder against his, igniting something that he could not explain, alongside with the urge to keep you safe. He pushed you away that night, vowing to never turn back to you until he could keep you and his people safe.Â
The general sighed and flipped open a dummy switch by the control, a switch that you had never touched before, to reveal your face. He pressed his two fingers to his lips and to the picture of your smiling face, just like he always did before he took flight, followed by the softest kiss on your forehead, something totally unorthodox to him, something that he would talk himself out of if he ever gave his heart a chance to listen to his brain. Poe waited for a while for you to stir but breathed out a sigh of relief when you didnât.Â
He wanted to keep his distance, he really did. But you kept him up all night, the way you gasped into his mouth when the kiss got a little more hungry never really left his mind, rolling over and over like a broken tape recorder. He wanted to hold you in his arms and keep his promise, to keep you alive and beautiful as always. To never see you cower away in pain or suffering ever again. How could he do that when everything went radioactive around him?Â
He wanted you so bad, and he was running out of ideas and ways to stay out of your lane. Poe sighed again, reaching out to move away a strand of hair that fell out of place.He leaned back and watched you a little longer until his eyes grew heavy with sleep too.Â
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You woke up in your bed, completely confused with your bearings. You had a weird dream, being in Poeâs x-wing, being carried out by him. You tried to go through the dream in order, piecing together whether it was real or not. You finally shook your head, figuring that you probably dreamt it up in your sleep-addled brain.
You sigh and decide to get up and start your day, pulling your datapad to check your schedule. There were going to be new recruits today and you had to greet them and assign them to their positions. It was the easiest of your jobs, your smile genuine as your heart gets lighter now that the galaxy was healing. You quickly got up and got ready, to show your best to the new recruits.Â
You stood poised in your uniform waiting for the transport to touch down at the hangar when suddenly you felt a strong presence behind you. You didnât need to be a master of the force to know that Poe Dameron was standing behind you, his gaze piercing the back of your head making your smile slightly. You raise your chin slightly as the door to the transport drops and a few individuals walk out. One of them leads the bunch, walking slightly faster and taller towards you. A beautiful woman, her hair cropped short and her sleeves torn up, revealing intricate tattoos. You shoot the woman with your best smile and she grins back.
âAh, you must be the General, people talk about your greatness but never your beauty. I am Keana and this is my team.â the woman kneels in front of you and takes your hand, planting a soft kiss onto the back of it, making your face heat up at the gesture.Â
You were quite literally lost for words until you felt someoneâs body press against your shoulder.Â
âThatâs because I am the general.â Poeâs voice rang clear and authoritative, and the woman before you quickly stands up and throws Poe a sheepish smile.Â
âTerribly sorry for the mistake, I assumed that this fine lady here is the general due to her uniform.â Her words made you spin around to see Poe in his flight suit, helmet tucked under his arm and you try hard not to laugh.
While Keana rounded her group, you tip your head towards Poe with a small smile on your face.Â
âI think she called you ugly, baby.â you whisper and his head turns almost too sharply at your utterance of the nickname.Â
Poe Dameron was far from ugly. He was indeed one of the most beautiful men youâve ever laid your eyes on. His scruffy stubble and flawless boyish curls made him look like an effortless prince. His character and charisma only heightened his attractiveness and he had a smile and glint in his eyes that made him irresistible. Poe rolled his eyes at your statement, a smirk evidently trying not to show on his lips as he tried to hold back his next statement.Â
âCome on, no snarky remark?â you say, utterly impressed by his control.Â
Poe gave you a pointed look and sauntered off to his x-wing, which was suspiciously parked in the right spot. You stared a little longer at the pilot, your eyes trailing a little lower than your liking and you pout and turn on your heel to join Keana and her little group for their tour.Â
You knew the man was up to something but you just could not prove what he was doing, or not doing.Â
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By the time the sun had begun to set, you were completely bugged out. Poe teasing you at any point of day had been a daily occurrence since the both of you touched down onto the base. But today he hadnât said a word directly to you and you were lying if you werenât slightly worried about it. He also had been tactfully avoiding you all day and you were positive he was when you swear you saw a rush of orange in your peripheral when you finished your tour.Â
Fortunately for you, you ran into the best two people that would know where Poe was.
âFinn! Rey! Whereâs Dameron?â you panted, running to catch up with them.
âHis room, I think. He was weirdly quiet and working on something the last time I saw him.â Finn said and Rey nodded along.Â
âRoom. Got it. Thanks.â you punctuated before running off to Poeâs room.Â
You gathered yourself when you found Poeâs door, combing your fingers through your hair and then straightening out your blouse before keying in the passcode. You walked through the doorway as soon as the door whoshed open, only to find Poe staring blankly at his datapad on his bed. He didnât even turn to look at you, his eyes carefully trained onto what he was reading.Â
âDameron! Everything okay?â You chirpily asked as you invited yourself to sit at his desk, turning the chair to face him.Â
The silence that rang after your question was deafening. You narrowed your eyes at the man before you, trying to figure out why he was giving you the silent treatment. You pursed your lips and clicked your tongue as Poe subtly shifted, still paying you no attention at all.Â
Poe hated the way you called him by his last name. He sure as hell didnât care if he was addressed with it by any other person, but by you? A fiery rage burned in him, fuelled by the way the new recruit flirted with you and the way you had blushed and flushed even with him standing right behind you. He shouldnât be this angry, not with you, never with you.Â
âSo the tour went great as usual, Keana is really nice and her team is great, I think that they would do just fine with our people.â You went on, breaking through the silence again as Poe types something into the data pad.Â
Poeâs anger was slowly growing and he focused all his might into not losing his temper and doing something that he might regret. He continued to ignore you as if you werenât sitting there with a beautiful smile on your face that was slowly melting into a frown that he equally enjoyed. He saw your hand move and realised that you were waving at him, trying to force his attention to you.Â
You sighed, still not willing to admit defeat. Your brain races through the scenarios in which you could get the Generalâs attention when suddenly, all the lights go off, making you gasp. You scrambled off the chair and ran to the door, trying to open it but it wouldnât budge.
âWhat, never had a power cut in your life, darling?â Poeâs voice dripped like venom over you from the bed, making you slowly turn around to face him.
He was finally looking at you, a glare of pure disdain etched upon his handsome face that was illuminated by the screen of his data pad, flipped your stomach at its intensity.Â
Why was he so angry?
His face turns back to the data pad, resuming its previous deadpan expression. You walk over to his bed and sit at the edge, watching quietly as he works, the anger seemingly radiating out of his body and making you feel small.Â
You blinked after a while, realising that this man actually had no right to be mad at you. All this time, it had been him annoying the hell out of you. Why should you feel small? You straighten your back and scooched closer, your hand near his.Â
You poked him, digging your finger into his side, only for no response. Whatever he was mad about must be making him really angry, because on a normal day, Poe Dameron would be the most sensitive person on base.Â
âDaaameron. Dameron, Dameron, Dameron, Dameron.â You jabbed away, but to no avail.Â
Inside, Poe was enjoying this. He wanted to see how far you would go to gain his attention. Somehow he knew that you were aware of what he was doing because you suddenly stopped your jabbing, your hand dropping back to your side once again.Â
You took a good look at him, wondering if he was worth the risk of losing everything. Your mind was probably leaning towards your riskier side as you eyed the way he sat, his legs and torso forming a seat that you couldnât resist wanting to sit on. Your intrusive thoughts got the best of you as you quickly climbed into the bed and slid onto his lap. Poeâs eyes widen for a split second and his free hand grasps at your hips as he makes eye contact as he huffs out a breath. Then suddenly, his face goes stoic again.Â
He turns to his data pad that was still clutched in his other hand and continues to read, as if unbothered by your presence. Your hands bunch up his shirt and you hold onto him as you grimace. You shifted a little in his lap and felt his grip on your hip tighten slightly, making you smirk. A part of you was nervous, being in such a compromising position with your general, but Poe could have thrown you off his body eons ago if he wanted to.Â
Instead he sat as still as possible, only his eyes and chest slightly moving. If Poe was the one who was nervous, he clearly wasnât showing it. You blatantly checked him out, his pretty boy curls flopping here and there, the curve of his necklace as it rested against his glorious neck, the bobbing of his Adamâs apple as he swallowed, the slight part of his plump lips that you oh so craved for, all zeroing you to the point of why you were there in the first place.Â
You steadied yourself, sliding your hands to either side of his shoulder, feeling the muscles underneath his jacket. Even with you feeling him up, Poe didnât budge a single inch, his hand now gently resting on the curve of your hip. You eyed Poeâs stubble longingly, your heart thudding inside your chest as you gazed at how perfect the curve of his jaw was. A few of Poeâs fingers lightly squeezed at your hip as if he were daring you to make your next move too.Â
You figured âWhy not.â
What could you possibly lose now, you were already straddling him.
You grabbed at his jacket and leaned in, pressing a feathery kiss to a spot between his neck and where his jaw started, and to your absolute joy, another soft gasp emitting from his lips. You let go of his jacket and let your chest lay flat against his, sliding your hands around his neck and smiling against his neck before pressing another kiss and feeling a light shudder.
âGive up Dameron.â you murmured.Â
Poeâs eyes remained glued to the datapad but you knew he wasn't concentrating anymore with the way he started to breathe, slow and shallow, as if he were focusing on composing himself. You slowly run your fingers through his locks, your nails grazing the nape of his neck, gently coaxing him to relax when suddenly you feel his breath jump.
âWhereâs that aggravating voice of yours now, General?â You purred into his ear and felt a growing hardness beneath you, along with your own swirling heat at the pit of your abdomen.
One of your hands make their way back to his face, gently grabbing at his jaw as you push yourself off him again, effectively grinding your hot core into his just to rile the pilot up. Poeâs eyes were half lidded now and his data pad hung loosely in his grip as his hand had drifted down onto his bed, laying limp. You pushed his chin up, forcing him to make eye contact with you.
When those swirling dark brown eyes snapped to yours, you realised how much trouble you were in, just from a single glance.Â
âPoeâŚâ you whispered, so softly that you doubted he heard you despite the lack of space between the two of you.
Poeâs free hand snaked up your back and held onto the back of your neck in an instant, pulling you towards him as your lips finally crashed together. The kiss was urgent and Poe wasted no time snaking the hand at your waist around your body to keep you pinned against him, making your mouth drop open, welcoming Poeâs tongue as he pushed himself up to kiss you harder.Â
Youâve been wanting this for months and the satisfaction that rushed over you was like no other. You didnât care about the fact that you couldnât breathe, you just needed to feel him against you. Poe pulls away with a sharp intake of breath as you grind down hard on his growing erection. His eyes were still on yours, piercing right through your soul.
âYouâre starting something that youâre gonna regret, sweetheart.â He whispered as he readjusted the way you were straddling him.
âWhat are you gonna do? Throw me out of the resistance?â You laughed but it died down instantly when a smirk curled itself onto his kiss-addled lips.Â
Poe had kept everything he felt about you pented up for months and now he was fuelled with a passion like no other. He flipped you over and towered over you, watching as your face went flush and your eyes grew wide.Â
âOh youâll see.â He simply said before leaning down to kiss you again, pressing his entire body against your frame as your hands flew to his hair.Â
He knew you having your hands in his hair turns you on as much as it does him, but he tutted against your lips and pulled your hands down from his head anyway.Â
âYou're really a brat.â he says lowly.
âPoe pleaseâŚâ you begged him with your eyes, not wanting him to stop.
âBrats don't get to touch me.â He gets on his knees and towered over you, unbuckling his belt as you watched on, completely aroused by the way he tugs it.Â
He twisted his belt and looped it around the buckle a few times before you knew what he was doing. He slipped the makeshift cuff onto your wrists and secured you to the bed, making you giggle nervously, tugging your wrists and showing you that you were going nowhere.Â
âThere you go, pretty girl.â he smiled cruelly, tapping your cheek with his fingers and you gasped slightly at his demeanour.Â
âWhat should I do with you?â he asked mockingly as his hands trailed to your shirt, undoing the first few buttons.Â
âIâd save the best for last,â he smiled to himself before raising his eyebrows at you and ripping the rest of your shirt. âand Iâll start with my appetiser.âÂ
Your breathing had quickened and you were following Poeâs every move. His fingers had moved to the waistband of your pants and he watched your eyes widen as he hooked his fingers.Â
âWant me to stop?â Poe questioned, slightly amused by your silence.
âNo, no, please donât!â You whine, your hands tugging uselessly at their bonds.Â
âAs you wish, baby.â he gives you another cheeky smirk before pulling your pants down, along with your underwear, exposing you to the cold air of his room. He was a little further away now and you tried to make your eyes adjust to the dark so that you could see him.
That's when you felt a warm breath against your cunt. You wanted to snap your legs close but strong hands clamped you down and a casual chuckle emitted from your core. A soft kiss in your inner thigh rubbed all the feelings of anxiety away and Poeâs hand began to rub soft circles in the plush of your thigh that made you sink further into his bed.Â
âOh, PoeâŚâ was all you could say as his breath fanned your exposed core again.Â
âThatâs right, angel, love hearing you beg for me.â Poe said sultry, almost to your cunt rather than to you.Â
He pressed a feather light kiss onto your clit and you keened, a soft airy moan filling the room.Â
âThese moans are mine.â Poe said softly from between your legs.
His hands travelled slightly higher, his big palms and fingers feeling the planes of your skin.Â
âThis body is mine.â He said again, almost to himself.Â
Something clicked inside you and you finally figured out what got you here in the first place.Â
âYouâre mine.â This time, the words were uttered so softly that you were pretty sure you had lost Poe to his own thoughts.Â
Suddenly with your last act of defiance, you found yourself saying:Â
âYou jealous, pretty boy?â
That's when all hell broke loose and you knew your next few thoughts were going to be incoherent.Â
Poeâs tongue lapped up your arousal that had been pooling from grinding on him and his words, making you arch your back and push your pussy into his face. His hands travelled back to your core and held you open, as he started to devour you like a man starved.Â
Nothing in the galaxy could have prepared you for the way your general started eating you out. He ate your spend like he earned it, licking and slurping and moaning into your pussy as if it gave him life to so what he was doing. His beautiful nose rubbed into your clit just right and your whimpering only fuelled his fire because he latched his mouth onto your clit and pushed two fingers into you without a question.
You sweared, through your haze ridden mind, that he smirked against you as you started to writhe and gasp for air as his fingers reached the delicious spot that you yearned for. You were shaking for him within a few minutes, hands desperately trying to grab onto something but failing as your orgasm ripped through you like a hailstorm.Â
Poe knew you were being too loud but didnât have the heart or the coherent thought to stop you from screaming his name at the top of your lungs as your clit throbbed between his lips and your cunt clenched tightly around his fingers that were still trying their best to piston in and out of you.Â
Poe brought you down with several gentle kitten licks and soft kisses onto your skin as his hand began to knead gently at your flesh. He heard his belt rattling again, followed by a soft whimper that tore at his heart strings, causing him to crawl up your body with soft words leaving his lips.Â
âOkay, baby, youâre okay. You did so well.â he said through your gasps and gently untied you from his bed frame.
He brought your wrist to his lips and kissed them gently before rubbing them comfortingly. Your whimpers quietened down and your soft breathes made Poe smile as he brought his face close to yours.Â
âHello.â He says as you pry your eyes open.Â
âHey.â You breathe, taking in his pretty face before leaning up for a kiss.Â
Poe caught your lips gracefully, his kisses softer and more calculated. You tasted yourself on him and you realised what you had just done with your general. Poe could probably sense your hesitation when your side of the kiss had a sense of unsurity.Â
âBaby?â he asked as he pulled away.Â
âIs this right?â You asked, searching his eyes.
âYes, baby, yes. I want this and it feels right to me. Does it feel right to you?â He says, reassuringly rubbing at your cheek with his thumb.Â
You smiled. This was your Poe.Â
âYes, Poe. It feels right.â you giggled slightly as Poe sighed in relief.Â
âSo you gonna fuck me now?â you raised your eyebrow and let your eyes droop, causing the now accustomed smirk to form on Poeâs face with your words.Â
âDidnât think youâd ask.â Poe answered in his usual confident tone.Â
Poe got rid of his pants faster than you could ever imagine. To say that you were slightly intimidated by his size was definitely an understatement. He reached over you to his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, slipping it on and letting his length drop between the both of you.Â
You stared incredulously at his cock that was laid out on your stomach. Youâd definitely feel him in your guts for days after this. You found yourself trailing a hand down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around him to test his weight.Â
Poe moaned dangerously low as you started to stroke his cock, his head thrown back almost immediately. You stroked him a few more times before lining up his tip at your entrance, taking your time as you slowly let him push himself in.Â
âMaker, Poe.â You cried as he slowly bottomed out, never feeling this full in your entire life.
âIt's okay, baby, Iâm here.â Poeâs voice was strained from the way your pussy gripped around him and the both of you knew it was only a matter of a few minutes before you both were pushed past breaking point.Â
You nodded and Poe started to move slowly, your synchronised moans and groans echoing around the dark room once again. Poe leaned down and began to slowly suck at your exposed breast that had popped out of their bra in your previous tousle. You arched your back and threaded a hand up his locks, pulling him tightly against you as your other hand generously scratched up his back, making him moan hungrily against your tit.Â
âFuck baby, you feel so fucking good.â he groaned.Â
His movements increased with sudden vigour, picking up the pace to match your beautiful moans. The amazing drag of his cock in your wet channel made you want to float and you feel yourself losing yourself to him. Poeâs hand ended up between the two of you and you knew he was close as his fingers started to rub gently at your already abused clit.Â
âCome with me Poe, please.â You whispered and he nodded immediately.
âNow.â he breathed and you came with a choked groan as you milked him, pushing him and prolonging his release with each clench of your cunt.Â
He pumped himself inside you a few more times before letting his legs give way, collapsing ungracefully on top of you. The both of you spent the next few minutes catching your breath, completely spent from your irresponsible activities.
Poe gets up first, pressing a gentle kiss onto your shoulder before pulling himself out of you with a groan. He pulls off the condom and you hear him tossing it aside and gently lowering himself next to you as you admire the mess you made of him.Â
You gently run your knuckle against his cheekbone and watch his eyes flutter close. You shuffle closer and turn around, tucking yourself into his chest and pulling his arms around you, feeling incredibly clingy after that vigorous session.Â
âWho knew you had an off button inside you.â Poe spoke up after a while and you swatted at his bicep, causing him to chuckle and cuddle you closer.Â
You suddenly felt vulnerable in his arms, turning to face him once more.Â
âPoe?â you whisper.
âHmm?âÂ
âD-do you like me?â you ask, hugging your arms around your own naked body.Â
Silence filled the room and you thought you were done for, that this was all for nothing when suddenly, a loud laugh emitted from Poe, causing you to jump slightly.
âYouâre telling me, you slid into my lap and let me fuck you how I wanted to fuck you and youâre now asking if I like you?! Are you dumb?â he cackled through his words and you pouted.Â
âI donât like you, stupid. I love you.â Poe said in one final sentence that made you almost stop functioning.Â
âYou- IâŚâ you tried to say but Poe cut you off with a kiss, a kiss so gentle almost like he was afraid to break you.Â
âI love you too Poe.â You breathed the second his lips gave you the tiniest bit of space.Â
âI know.â He smiled at you before giving you one last peck. âCan we go back to cuddling now and talk about everything when the power comes back?âÂ
âBy talk you mean-â
âDo I need to spell it out, commander? Now hush.â he slyly cuts you off and you smile as his arms wrap around you once again, your heart and mind finally settling in the same place.Â
Youâre Marc and Stevenâs âguy in the chairâ for lack of a better term, helping them with all things techy. When you get injured trying to help on a mission, Marc decides you need to learn how to take care of yourself so it doesnât happen again. Gym training with Marc turns into something else entirely.
(A/N: Yâall, I actually BLUSHED while writing some of the dirty talk. Personally, I think itâs pretty steamy. Let me know what you think with a comment or a reblog!)
This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Marc Spector of the show Moon Knight. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18 (or the age of majority in your locale). As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon level violence.
Warnings Include (but are not limited to):
Swearing
Injury to reader (canon-level, nothing too bad)
Mild angst
Stitches
Marc is a cocky asshole
combat/fight training
Teasing/degradation (itâs not supposed to be sexual at first, but it is)
Oops, my Praise Kink is showing
DIRTY TALK
Fingering
Oral (female receiving)
P in V penetrative sex (protected)
Choking
Hair pulling
Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.
Oh, oh! How about a Poe Dameron oneshot where the reader(f) and Poe have a very steamy goodbye the night he leaves to fight for the Resistance and then he comes back a year later (or years, maybe after the First Order is defeated in ROS) and the reader has a baby (a daughter she names after Poeâs mom) that he didnât know about. Obviously with a happy ending, my man would be an amazing dad.
âI promiseâŚâ
a/n: aaaaaaaaaa thank you for requesting this! i think i almost cried while writing it, and i *tried* to write the... steamy part... lmao ANYWAYS, i hope you like it! comments and feedback are well recieved :)
word count: i have no idea bub
warnings: unplanned pregnancy, small mention of a period, reader is female, sad but the rest is flufffff
"Why don´t you come with me?" Poe asked.
"What am I gonna do in the Resistance? I'm not a pilot or a medic. I don't know anything about fixing ships. I'd be useless over there." I said with a sigh.
Poe was looking at me with desperate eyes. He had to leave to join the Resistance. Someone offered him to be one of the pilots. I'm very happy for him because I know how much he loves to fly, but I can't help but feel sad, wishing he wouldn't leave.
Poe looked down and shook his head. "I just don't wanna leave you." He said.
I stood up and walked towards him to gently grab his hand. "But I know how much you wanna go. Saving the galaxy is what you have to do and it calls out to you." I said. Poe leaned forward and rested his forehead on mine.
"I don't wanna leave you." He repeated. I gave him a sad smile.
"I'll be okay here on my little farm. You don't have to worry about me." I said.
Maker, my heart was hurting. It's as if someone is actually trying to rip it out of my vhest. This is it... this is the last time I'll evr see Poe.
"I'll try to come visit you. Any time I have a chance." He said.
"I don't think you'll have time to visit me. You're gonna be a pilot. You'll have missions and responsibilities." I said. Poe shook his head and leaned back to look in my eyes.
"I promise I will. Sweetheart, you're the most important thing in my life." H esaid before cupping my face. "I promise..."
He didn't let me say anything else as he leaned in to kiss me. It was intense and desperate. Poe obviously had control and my knees were goin weak.
We started to walk backwards until my legs hit the bed. I broke away when my lungs felt like they were on fire. Poe was breathing heavily as his hands were still on my cheeks.
"Let me say goodbye to you in the way that you deserve, baby." He said and my heart skipped a beat. A funny feeling appeared in my lower abdomen.
I breathed out an 'okay' and Poe's lips were instantly back on mine. Our clothes were quickly discarted and he laid me down on the bed before getting on top of me, but our lips never seperated.
It was a night full of short breaths, moans and desperate kisses. Poe's weight on top of me as he would kiss my neck and whisper praises in my ear. I never experienced anything like this before.
When we both came to our limits, we stayed there breathing heavily. Poe buried his face in my neck and i started to run my fingers through his hair. I could feel his nose tickling my skin.
"I don't wanna leave you." Poe whispered loud enough for me to hear him.
The realization started to set in and tears started to form in my eyes. I didn't want Poe to see me sad.
I don't want you to leave...
But I never said it.
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It's been 2 months since Poe left, and it was the hardest goodbye I ever had to say. I've been feeling so sick and with zero energy. I didn't have the best appetite. Of course I blame it on the fact that I miss Poe like crazy.
In these couple of months the galaxy has gotten crazier and very unsafe. The First Order has been catching up to the Resistance's plans and they've become dangerous and evil. Several news of planets being destroyed and systems being taken over.
That means Poe hasn't visited or contacted me not even once.
I don't blame him though. He must be very busy. Yavin IV is safe from all the chaos so I don't want him to worry.
Today I was outside with my animals, until suddenly, My stomach flipped and I felt fery sick. So I ran inside to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet.
Maker what was happening to me? I sat down on the bathroom floor trying to catch my breath. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a box of pads. Then I realized...
I'm late.
Uh oh. Very, very late to be exact. How could I not realize?! It's been a month and my period didnÂżt come. In my defense, I was distracted by Poe's absence.
Ok, ok... calm down. It can't be... I can't be pregnant. Actually, I could be, but i really didn't want to be given the circumstances.
Later that day, I got on my small speeder and went to the local fai to get a homemade test. When I went back home, I walked in the bathroom with trembling hands that were holding the pregnancy test.
10 minutes passed and I couldn't dare to look at the small stick. A million thoughts were passing through my mind. I was shaking, playing with my hair, sitting down, standing up and walking around. Anything to distract myself.
I finally brought myself to look at the test. It confirmed what I was afraid of.
I'm pregnant.
"Maker... what am I gonna do?" I said to myself.
Do I even tell Poe? I don't even know how to contact him. And I can't fly out to the Resistance base because it costs a lot of credits.
Does Poe even want to be a dad? We never had the chance to talk about it.
I'm gonna have a baby and I can't even tell the father. A baby. My baby. I looked down at my stomach and a strong feeling bloomed in my chest. I'm gonna be a mom. Nobody prepares you for this, but somehown I think we're gonna be alright.
"We're gonna be okay, little one. I promise." I said as iI placed my hands on top of where my baby was growing.
I heard noises of what sounded like an engine, so I walked into the room only to find my daughter on her bed mimicking an X-Wingâs noise. She was holding the bed head and going nyooom with her mouth.
âShara, sweetie, what are you doing?â I asked and laughed.
âMama!â She squealed.
Just like your father⌠I thought. Shara was so much like Poe. Her little curls bouncing as she played and those big beautiful brown eyes looking at me.
âHere comes an X-Wing to pick Shara up! Pshhhhâ I said as I ran over to her and picked her up, placing her on my shoulders and running out of the room. Shara giggled while holding my hands.
I took her outside to the front yard and started spinning around making her get more excited.
âWe arrived to your destination, little one! You saved the galaxy!â I said and I brought her down to my arms. âI wish your dad was here to teach you how to fly.â
Suddenly, one of my neighbors came running to my house while shouting my name.
âHey, how are you?â I asked once he reached my front yard.
âMiss! I have great news!â He said out of breath. âThe First Order have been beaten. The galaxy is finally safe!â
I gasped and my eyes widened. âThe Resistance won?â I asked.
âYes! Isnât that amazing? Those bastards are finally gone!â He said and I smiled.
âThatâs great news!â I said and hugged Shara tightly.
âMy daughterâs death will no longer be in vain anymore.â He said and I gave him a sympathetic smile. We hugged and then he went back to his house.
That night I could see fireworks from afar. The whole galaxy was celebrating and there was finally peace.
I couldnât help but think about Poe. I wonder if heâs okay, how heâs doing. I just hope⌠Maker, I hope heâs still alive.
Shara and I were playing by the fireplace until she fell asleep. I took her to her bed while humming a song until a placed her on it. She curled up into a ball when I covered her and kissed her forehead.
The next day, I was outside with the animals while Shara was at a close distance picking up flowers and talking to herself.
Then, I heard the sound of a fighter getting closer. When I looked up, I saw an X-Wing land on the field in front of my house. The pilotâs seat window opened, revealing the only man whoâs been on my mind with a small droid following him.
âPoe.â I said. He was at a certain distance, but somehow we locked eyes once he got out of his ship. My heart was racing and I could move. My breaths were becoming uneven and my eyes never left him.
Poe was walking and getting closer to me. I stood in the same place, fiddling with my fingers. He stopped one foot away from me.
âHi, sweetheart.â He said with a small smile. I could feel a lump in my throat and my eyes filled with tears.
âPoeâŚâ I said. But I didnât move, I just looked at him and all over his body, just in case I made him up in my imagination.
âMaker, Iâve missed you.â He said and I could see his eyes full of tears, but none of them were yet falling down his face.
âYouâre- youâre back. Poe, youâre back.â I said taking a step forward, but stopping myself because I was still afraid he wasnât real.
Poe, knowing me very well, mustâve noticed this, and reached out to grab my hand. I gasped when his skin came in contact with mine. âIâm back. Iâm right here, itâs me.â He said.
I let out a sob and threw my arms around his neck. I hugged him tightly and he returned the gesture. Tears were falling down my face.
âI missed you so much, Poe. I canât believe youâre here.â I said and he was rubbing my back.
âI know, baby. I missed you too. I came back the moment we won.â Poe said before leaning back to look at me. âWe won.â
âI know. Iâm so proud of you and Iâm so glad youâre okay.â I said with a smile. Poe looked down, seeming ashamed all of a sudden.
âIâm sorry I didnât come back. I swear I wanted to but everything was crazy and dangerous. I even got taken in by the First OrderâŚâ He said and my heart dropped.
âWhat?! They took you hostage- What did they do to you? How did it happen?â I asked.
âYeah, Iâm fine. They didnât do much, donât worry.â He said before taking a strand of my hair behind my ear. âBut thatâs when I swore I would fight. I was gonna do whatever it took to save the galaxy and come back to you⌠And I did.â Poe said making me smile.
âYou did and thatâs what matters now.â I said. Poe let out a huge breath and looked down at my lips.
âPlease let me kiss you. Itâs been a long time.â He said and I instantly connected my lips with his. We pulled each other closer.
We stayed like that for a good minute until we heard some beeping, making us pull away. I looked down and BB-8 was there with his head tilted.
âHey there, Beebs. I missed you too.â I said. and he beeped back.
Poe gave me that charming smile that I knew too well. Then, he briefly glanced behind me and his smile dropped.
âWhat is it?â I asked and turned around only to see Shara getting closer with a bunch of flowers in her hand. The sight of her made me smile and I looked back at Poe.
âThatâs my daughter.â I said which made Poeâs face fall into disappointment. ââŚWhich also makes her your daughter.â I spoke again and Poeâs face lit up.
âWe⌠We have a daughter?â He asked. I looked back at Shara, who was counting her flowers.
âShara? Come here, honey.â I said.
âShara?â Poe asked as he looked at me with the biggest smile iâve ever seen.
Shara looked up and ran towards us. She glanced at Poe with a curious look and never took his eyes off him.
I bent down and Poe did the same. âHoney, this is Poe Dameron.â I said.
âIâm Dameron too.â Shara said with a gasp. Poe was speechless.
âRemember that picture I showed you of your dad? This is him.â I said.
Shara looked at Poe, surely trying to connect the face she saw in the picture to Poeâs face. Then she recognized him and a bright smile, similar to Poeâs, appeared on her face.
âDad! Itâs you!â She said before throwing her little arms around Poe.
When I looked at Poeâs face, it was full of tears and he hugged her back picked her up. He closed his eyes and swayed her from side to side.
âOh, Maker⌠I canât believe it.â He said just above a whisper. âIâm sorry. Iâm so so sorry for not being here.â
I shook my head as I started crying again. âThereâs nothing to apologize for. I couldnât find a way to contact you and tell you⌠You couldnât have known.â I said.
Shara leaned back to look at her dadâs face. She cupped his face with her little face making Poe smile. BB-8 was rolling around them both.
âHow old are you, little one?â He asked.
âMommy calls me that too!â She said, making me chuckle.
âSheâs four years old. Almost five. Isnât that right, sweetie?â I said and Shara nodded.
âDaddy can be here for my birthday right?â Shara asked with a pout on her face.
âOf course, I will. Iâm not going anywhere. Iâll stay with you girls forever.â Poe said before looking at me. âI promise.â
I nodded and wrapped my arms around them both. Poe kissed my forehead and Sharaâs cheek. âI love you both so so much. I love you.â He said, looking at me at the last part of that sentence.
âI love you too.â I said.
We stayed like that for a while until Shara spoke. âDaddy can teach me how to fly!â Poe gasped and placed her on his shoulders, just like I did yesterday.
âIâm gonna teach you all the tricks! Letâs goooo! Pshhhhh!â He said while mimicking an X-Wing with Shara. I laughed as I watched them play around.
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