#modern poe

[againstacecilia]

Say It Again

Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!Reader, modern!AU (part of the No More Wasted Time universe)

Word Count: 1.5k (ish)

Rating: Teen and up (BLOG IS 18+, THOUGH, MINORS DNI)

Excerpt:  “I just feel terrible, Poe,” you say with shuddered breaths. “I haven’t been this sick in so long and all I want… sniff… is… is…” “Is for someone to take care of you,” he finishes for you, planting a kiss on your sweaty head. You nod into his chest and let him hold you a little while longer while the tears subside. Your eyes grow heavy again and you sway a bit on your feet. 

Warnings: Brief descriptions of reader being sick, fluff, EMOTIONS

Summary: When you get sick, Poe immediately jumps into action taking care of you.

A/N: Found a prompt from this wonderful prompt list and thought it was time for a certain moment to be shared between these two. 😍 The prompt was Damn, you're burning up. Thank you, as always, for @creatively-analytical for giving this a look over and beta reading for me, I LOVE YOU. 💖

Cursing every god you could think of, you reach up to flush the toilet you’d been hugging for the last 10 minutes. The early morning light seeps through the gossamer curtains over the small bathroom window, a breeze causing them to sway along the sill. You lean against the wall and tip your head back, sweat sliding down your neck and body shaking. Damn co-workers, coming to work sick and spreading it around…

You start to drowse, your stomach calm enough now to actually relax. The breeze dries the sweat from your body and your breathing begins to even out when…

Knock knock knock

The sudden rapping on your door startles you and you jerk awake, stomach once again beginning to roll with the movement. You shakily stand, opening the bathroom door and stumbling to the front door before peeking through the spy hole. 

“Poe?” Your voice is haggard, throat raw from being sick. 

“Baby? Everything okay?”

“Poe I’m so sick, you should go. I don’t want to give you this.”

“Hey let me in, you sound terrible.”

You step back from the door, unlocking it and opening it just an inch to peek through at him. Red basketball shorts cover his legs, a white hoodie over top, curls unruly and eyes suddenly filled with worry. “I feel terrible, you definitely don’t want what I have.”

He gently pushes against the door and you give in. The urge to keep him from getting this flu is overpowered by the desperate need to be held, to be taken care of. He steps in and closes the door behind him and takes you in.

Your hair is plastered to your face and neck and you’re shivering now. You had torn off your layers once the fever had kicked in, too hot to be covered up, but now that the sweat was evaporating from your skin it was suddenly freezing. Without meaning to, you wrap your arms around your body and start to sniffle. Tears line your eyes. 

“Baby, baby what’s up?” Poe asks gently, taking off his hoodie and pulling it over your head. You push your arms into the sleeves, the hem brushing your thighs and completely covering your sleep shorts. More tears start to flow as he pulls you into a hug.

“I just feel terrible, Poe,” you say with shuddered breaths. “I haven’t been this sick in so long and all I want… sniff… is… is…”

“Is for someone to take care of you,” he finishes for you, planting a kiss on your sweaty head. You nod into his chest and let him hold you a little while longer while the tears subside. Your eyes grow heavy again and you sway a bit on your feet. 

“Oookay, let's get you into bed.” Without warning, Poe sweeps you up into his arms and walks you back into your room, laying you gently on the bed. He reaches up to sweep the hair from your face. “Damn, you’re burning up. Have you taken anything?”

You shake your head no, burrowing into the pillows and blankets. “Been having a hard time keeping things down.”

“I’m going to the store to get you some stuff. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“Not really a lot of places I can go…” You mumble, eyes closed.

A soft chuckle comes from next to you. Poe kisses your forehead before saying, “That’s my girl.”

You’re asleep before he leaves.

- - - - - -

When you wake up, Poe is sitting next to you on the bed. Glasses are perched on his nose and he has a book in his hand. You watch him read, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and a muscle in his jaw flutters. 

“You’re cute when you read.”

His eyes flick to you over his glasses, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. “There she is. How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright, I think…” you start, rolling onto your back. You immediately regret the movement as your stomach churns. “Ope, not alright.”

You bolt up, aiming for the bathroom. You make it to the toilet but aren’t able to shut the door before retching, acid burning its way up your throat. You heave again. You feel a hand begin gently rubbing your back, Poe’s presence a warming anchor. 

“I don’t want you seeing this, Poe,” you manage to pant before retching again.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” He reassures you, hand never stopping its calming circles. “I’ve seen worse.” He begins humming a familiar song to comfort you as coughs wrack through your body. A simple tune, bringing memories of dingy karaoke bars and hushed patio conversations…

I feel wonderful because I see the love light in your eyes

Then the wonder of it all is that you just don't realize

How much I love you…

After a minute you feel confident that this episode is over and flush the toilet. Poe leaves for a moment before returning with a cool, damp washcloth. He wipes your forehead before laying it across the back of your neck. 

“Sprite or ginger ale?” He asks.

“Ginger ale.” Your eyes close again as your body vibrates. 

“I’m on it.”

You hear him shuffle to the small kitchen. He opens the freezer, ice clanking into a glass. The fizz of a bottle opening reaches your ears. He pours the soda into the glass and comes back to you, sitting on the floor beside you. 

“Try and drink just a little bit.”

You open your eyes and reach for the glass. A silly straw sticks out from the top and he gives you a little wink. A tired smile sneaks its way across your face before you take a small sip, savoring the cool of the soda down your raw throat and handing the glass back to him. 

“I’m so sorry you had to see that.” You tell him, head falling back against the wall. The bubbles in your stomach seem to be working, calming the raging sea to something more manageable. 

“Hey, this is what I’m here for,” he says, adjusting the washcloth on your neck. “What else do you need?”

“Help me back to bed?” you ask. He stands, offering his hand and you take it before standing on fawn-like legs. He puts his other arm around your waist and supports your tentative steps back to your bed. Climbing in, he covers you back up and takes the washcloth. 

“I’m gonna put your soda on your nightstand and go get you some water. We’re gonna try to take some medicine before you fall back asleep, okay?”

Your stomach lurches again, but doesn’t threaten to do anything else as he goes back to the kitchen to grab a grocery bag. He brings the entire bag back, pulling out various snacks and bottles and lining them up on your nightstand. 

“Poe, what is all this?”

He looks at you sheepishly. “Well, I know what works for me when I’m sick but I don’t know what works for you so I had to guess.” There’s Gatorade and Pedialtye, rice cakes and saltines, flu medicine and anti-nauseas; the bar of chocolate catches your eye and makes you laugh.

“Chocolate?”

“That’s for when you feel better.” He grins. 

A warm feeling blossoms in your chest, different from the fever raging in your body. Watching him fuss over you, running back and forth to freshen your washcloth or refill the ginger ale you’re slowly drinking, you realize that this man would really do anything for you. 

“Poe,” you whisper as he turns to go back to the kitchen to heat up some soup for you.

“Hmm?” He turns to face you, hovering in the doorway separating your room from the living room beyond. 

Your voice catches in your throat, heart swelling in your chest and making words difficult. You take a breath…

“I love you.”

He looks at you, frozen in place. After a heartbeat, he closes the space between you in three strides and drops to his knees next to your bed. Joy radiates from him. 

“Say it again.” 

You take another breath, throat tight with emotion. “I love you.”

He surges up and kisses you, his hand tenderly cupping your jaw. He pulls away and kisses your forehead. Resting his head against yours he responds, “I love you, too.”

With your emotions already high from sickness, the joy filling your chest begins to escape as tears. You laugh, lifting your hands to rest on the sides of his face. “You’re definitely going to get sick now.”

“Absolutely worth it,” he replies, turning his head to kiss the inside of your wrist. He looks back at you and smiles, a smile so blinding the rest of the world becomes shadowed and inconsequential. 

You run your thumbs along his cheekbones. “Say it again.” You repeat back to him. 

“I love you.”

#poe dameron #star wars #poe dameron fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #modern poe #poe dameron fan fiction #star wars fan fiction #poe dameron fanfic #star wars fanfic #poe dameron fan fic #star wars fan fic #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x fem!reader #mondern au #no more wasted time #ceci writes #writing #fan fiction #fanfic #fanfiction

[starwarstweets]

#star wars #twitter #incorrect quotes #star wars twitter #incorrect star wars quotes #star wars original trilogy #star wars memes #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars funny #star wars shows #star wars sequels #smau #star wars modern au #modern au #poe dameron #finnpoe #stormpilot

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Prison For Life

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Summary: Poe is your person. He's your love, your best friend. And you're his. And if anyone were to hurt you? Well...Poe would go to prison for life.

Warning: reader has an altercation with a man, allusions to sex

A/N: based off the unreleased song with the same title by Olivia Rodrigo. BACK ON MY POE HOE SHIT!

Poe parked his old truck at the famer's market. Fall has truly hit with the orange, red, and yellow leaves littered along the ground. The air no longer warm but with a chill. It's no longer bright and shiny but a bit cloudy and gloomy. You love weather like this.

The door to Poe's truck creaks as he steps out. He slams it hard because it won't stay shut if he doesn't. He rushes to your side, your door also creaking when he opens it.

With the help up Poe, you hop out of his truck and land on the ground. You pecks his lips in thanks and close the door behind you.

Once he locks up, Poe's hand is in yours and you're walking together towards the vendors selling their wares.

"Alright, what's on the list, baby girl?" he asks, waiting for you to pull out your shopping list.

When you do, you name off the items, "apples, honey, those treats that Beebs love so much, celery for the stew I wanted to make, aaaannd tomatoes."

Poe nods, "Sounds good!" He looks around and his eyes brighten, "Baby, the cider vendor's here!"

You gasp, "Oh, we have to grab some before they sell out again!" you move to grab your wallet and Poe chuckles, "I got it, honey."

"You got it last time."

"And I'll get this time and the time after," he gives you a wink and then leaves your side to get in line for the cider you love so much.

You continue down the aisle of vendors. You approach one selling fruit so you check to see if they have the apples you want. Luckily, they do, so you start grabbing some and placing them in your shopping tote.

"Hey," you hear a voice that's definitely not Poe's.

You look over your shoulder to see a man standing behind you. You watch as he looks you up and down and you scowl, "Not interested."

He scoffs, "And what makes you think I was interested in the first place, huh?"

You turn back to picking out apples, but the pushes you, causing the apples in your hands to topple over. You turn to face him, looking at him in disbelief, "The hell is your problem?"

"I was talking to you, bitch!" He grabs your arm, "What makes you think-"

"HEY!" Poe practically throws himself between you and this stranger, "Get your hands off her!" He pushes the man away from you.

"I didn't do anything!" the man yells.

"Then why did I see your hands on my girl, huh?!"

The man marches back to Poe, but the fruit vendor yells, "YOU BETTER QUIT IT OR I'M CALLING THE COPS!"

The man's jaw clenches as he eyes you and then Poe, "Fuck it," he pushes Poe one last time before stomping away.

"Asshole," Poe mutters before turning to you, his eyes softening, "You okay?"

"Yeah. I was ready to punch him until you stepped in."

Poe smirks, "Why do you think I did? Don't want the poor guy to not be able to eat anymore."

You snort and Poe chuckles and then sighs, "I know you could handle yourself, but you know I'd do anything for you, right?" You bite your lip and nod, "Good," he says, "'Cause if anyone were to hurt you...well, they'd have to put me in prison for life." he looks at you with intensity in his eyes and you have to look away. Your body suddenly feeling hot.

You clear your throat as you turn back to the vendor, "Just these, please." the vendor tells you the price and Poe immediately holds out the cash with one hand, while his other is on your waist, giving it a light squeeze.

He knows. He has to know what he's doing to you right now.

"What's next, baby girl?" he murmurs in your ear.

You step away from the stall and reply lowly, "Actually, I think we should go home."

Poe looks at you confused, "You okay?"

"Mhm...I'm just a little hot."

Poe smirks and teasingly asks lowly, "Did I get you hot and bothered, sweetheart?"

"Yes, so you better take me home right now."

Your response makes him laugh, "Whatever my baby wants," he slips his hand in yours and guides you back to his truck.

You can just go to the famer's market next week.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #star wars imagine #modern au #star wars au

[disease]

THE PIT AND THE PENDULUM HARRY CLARKE for E.A. POE // 1936 [ink illustration | unknown dimensions]

#harry clarke #edgar allan poe #illustration #macabre #black and white #monochrome #the pit and the pendulum #30s #modern art #irish #art #u

[melandrops]

i hope tmagp brings us a delightful modern take on the cask of amontillado because that would fuck severely

#the cask of amontillado is my favorite short story by poe #it is so good #and theres lots of ways you could modernize it into proper horror #i am hoping and praying #tmagp #the magnus protocol

[virtie333]

Caer del Cielo

What should have been a mundane, unexciting flight for Rey Smith turns into far more than she bargained for when superstar actor Poe Dameron ends up sitting next to her.

Welcome to my 'love letter' to the Oscar Isaac fandom.

#damerey #fanfiction #jedipilot #poe x rey #modern au #airplanes #wyoming wilderness #celebrity crush #oscar isaac

[madlittlecriminal]

Hello! I saw your post about wanting Poe requests 👀 would you be down for writing a modern au thing (fic headcanons whatever, it’s your choice)? I don’t really have anything specific in mind, but I do love when BB8 is a little corgi 🥺 (gn!reader)

Please lmk if you would prefer a more detailed ask, but if you don’t wanna write it just ignore this :) thanks!!!

Neighbors ⤕ Poe Dameron × GN!Reader Headcanons [modern a.u.]

im not opposed to it, but it will be my first time writing a modern au, so i apologize if you don't like it :')

Warnings: kylo is ben sue me, im american (currency was brought up)

He was the new guy on the block.

He also lived right across from you

And naturally had the men and women bombarding him with housewarming gifts.

The only person you believed was actually being genuine was Leia and her husband Han since they were the parents of the block.

And Rey and Ben were definitely being genuine considering they were married.

Finn and Rose though...you weren't sure what they had going on since they were roommates. (oh my god, they were roommates)

While you could say the man was as handsome as they come with his Ray Bans shades along with a black leather jacket and five 'o'clock shadow, you were more in love with his little corgi.

You grabbed your bucket of dog treats you had since you gave them to the neighborhood strays and made your way over to the man and his dog.

The dog went to you and sniffed you with curiosity before sitting in front of you and panting.

"I guess he likes you."

His owner said with a smile.

"Maybe it's because I have treats for him."

The corgi wagged his tail, and you gave him a treat.

"I'm Poe and that's my dog Beebs."

"I'm (Y/N)."

From there, you both became friends.

Sometimes he'd go over your place with Beebs while other times you'd go over his.

Since he was pilot for the military though, you'd dog sit little Beebs from time to time.

You didn't think you'd be one of the people falling for him, but as months passed, you began falling for your neighbor.

Little did you know, he had already fallen since you brought his companion treats.

Anyone who loved dogs, let alone showed interest in his dog was a huge green flag in book.

It was just a bonus that you were nice to him and didn't openly flirt with him.

However, that didn't stop Poe from being Poe as he flirted with you meaningfully and playfully.

Eventually, you both confessed your feelings for one another and when you told your friends, you and Poe were shocked when Han gave Leia a 20.

"She said it was going to happen in less than a year and I put my money on two years."

Ben rolled his eyes at his parents.

"Didn't you do the same with me and Rey?"

"...Maybe."

Eventually, you moved into his home since you were there most of the time anyway.

It also was amusing for the others to see you, Poe and Beebs running across the street for boxes of your things and then back to his home.

They also loved that you got every person that showed interest in Poe jealous and angry.

You both were happy and no one was going to take that away from either of you

#poe dameron #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #asks #ask #star wars #star wars x reader #modern au

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Endings, Beginnings

Chapter 17 of You Are In Love

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: modern!Poe Dameron x reader

Warnings: brief, vague mentions of death

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note: I know I said updates would be faster but I lied… I’m trying to get my shit together I promise also if the ending seems disjointed or unedited it’s because I wrote it tipsy 2 hours before this was posted

You can’t sleep. Despite how comfortable you are, despite the tiredness coursing through your bones, your mind can’t seem to slow down. It’s like if you happened to fall asleep, everything would just be a dream and you’d wake up at home and alone and overthinking every interaction you’ve ever had with Poe.

At some point, your body must finally take over because when your eyes flutter open, soft sunlight is bleeding into the room through the curtains. Knowing that you’ll slowly go insane if you lay in bed any longer, despite the urge to just stay and watch Poe as he sleeps like an angel, you extract yourself from his arms as carefully as possible and sneak downstairs.

Once you’re safely downstairs and feel as though your every movement won’t wake everyone up, you relax a little. Turning on the coffee pot, you think through what you want to make everyone for breakfast. When you’d first arrived, you promised Kes that if you managed to wake up earlier enough, you’d surprise him with breakfast to say thank you for all his hospitality.

Settling on pancakes, you turn to search for the ingredients as the coffee pot hums and Lucky comes out of his crate, tail wagging happily when he sees you. Crouching on the floor, you give Lucky some scratches, laughing quietly to yourself when he flips over in search of belly rubs.

When you manage to finally pull away from Lucky to start on breakfast, he follows underfoot, twining between your legs and very politely begging for scraps. The sun is streaming in, bathing the whole room in a warm golden glow, making everything look almost heavenly with radiance. Even just looking at the sunshine feels warm, as if just touching the dappled rays could warm you from the inside out.

Until now, you hadn’t realized how desperately you missed the sun and the warmth that comes with it. You missed the warm breezes that rustles the trees and Poe’s curls, you missed the brightly colored flowers and the delicious exhaustion that comes from being outside in the sun all day. You’d noticed how Poe seemed to come alive in the sunshine, but now you believe it reinvigorated you too, making you feel lighter and happier and more at peace than you’ve ever been.

Or maybe that was just from spending time with Poe.

Whatever the reason, you feel completely at peace in the sunlit kitchen, sipping from your coffee mug as the pancakes sizzle and hiss in the pan. Right as you finish the first batch, you can hear the floorboards creaking behind you, so you shout out a cheery “good morning!” without turning around.

“I thought I told you guests don’t work in my house,” Kes says in lieu of a greeting, but when you turn to stutter out an apology you realize he’s smiling at you, “it smells great, thanks for getting up early.”

“Oh, it was no problem, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” You turn back to the stove, flipping the pancakes to keep them from burning.

“Were you uncomfortable at all?” Kes asks, sounding worried that he’s been a bad host.

“No, no! Not at all, it was just one of those nights.” You reassure him, stacking some pancakes on a plate before sliding it to him. Kes hums knowingly before taking the offered plate and sitting down.

After finishing with your own breakfast, you take your mug and your plate and join Kes at the table where he praises your cooking at least a hundred times. There’s just something about Kes that makes him so easy to talk to, and by the time Poe comes down twenty minutes later with an adorable bed head, you and Kes are chatting as if you’ve known each other your whole lives.

“I put your breakfast in the oven to keep it warm, you might have to make some more coffee though,” you call out to Poe, feeling far too relaxed to get up off your chair to help him. Things should feel different, you think, after what happened last night, but everything feels the same way it did yesterday.

It seems as if there should be some momentous change, that you should feel like a completely different person, but you don’t. You feel the same as always, that yearning tugging at your heart the same as it always does, and you’re worried for a moment that you had dreamed up the whole thing.

But then Poe smiles at you, and even though he doesn’t look any different, it feels different, like there’s a weight behind the gesture. It makes you feel all floaty and giddy and reassures you that last night wasn’t just your over active imagination, that your awkward and stuttering confession really did happen.

The morning passes like molasses, Kes eventually leaving you and Poe alone at the kitchen table to sip your coffee and talk about nonsense as Lucky naps in the pools of sunshine.

“I might paint today,” you say to no one in particular, turning to glance out the window at the expansive backyard you’ve come to love in the few short days you’ve been here.

“That sounds nice,” Poe responds, finally standing from the table to clear your dishes, “Dad wants to take us out to dinner for our last full day here, but otherwise nothing’s planned.”

“Perfect.”

After hours of doing nothing but sitting and drinking coffee, your legs feel like jello when you finally stand. Making your way to the sink, you don’t give Poe the chance to shoo you away before you grab the clean dishes to dry them off as Poe washes.

Even though you’re working like a well-oiled machine, it takes the two of you twice as long as it should to finish with the dishes with how many times you stop working while doubled over with laughter or flick each other with the water.

When you finally manage to get all the dishes clean and put away, you head back upstairs to change out of your pajamas and feel more like a human than before by brushing your teeth and doing some skincare. As you’re gathering up your paints, though, you might as well be a robot with the way your brain short-circuits as Poe changes his shirt right in front of you.

Wiping the corners of your mouth just in case you started drooling, you grab the rest of your supplies and let Poe know you’ll be on the back porch if he feels like joining you. He shouts out that he’ll be down in a few minutes as you close the door.

Coming downstairs, Lucky’s hot on your heels as you slide open the porch door and seat yourself on the top step. Lucky scampers off, chasing some sort of bird, so you take a second after getting your supplies set up the way you like to just take in the view. You already know you won’t be able to truly capture the beauty of the Dameron’s backyard, but you’re going to try your best.

Cracking open your watercolors, you start laying down blues and greens and oranges, and as you begin to focus on the sky, Poe comes out with a plate of fruit and sits down on the step next to you. Neither of you talk, basking in the noises of nature, of trees rustling and birds chirping and that quiet little hum that always seems to permeate the air during summer.

Hours pass, with Lucky traveling in and out of the house as he gets too hot or thirsty or tired from chasing animals, and Poe making sure you have plenty of snacks and drinks, keeping you company as you paint and repaint, trying to blend the colors just right. In your mind, even with all the adventures the two of you have taken together over the year you’ve been friends, this was your favorite time you’ve ever spent with Poe.

There was just something about existing next to each other, something about sitting and watching the light change in his childhood backyard that just seemed so magical. Maybe it was your conversation the night before or maybe that was just the way Poe always made you feel, but either way, you wanted to live here forever, on Kes’s back porch, sipping lemonade next to Poe as Lucky ran wild through the orange trees.

Even after you’ve set your small paintings aside for them to dry, you and Poe sit next to each other on the porch step, taking in all the sights and sounds of summer. Eventually, though, Poe heaves himself off the step and stands, stretching his hands above his head and making his shirt ride up just a little and making your brain short circuit.

“I better head inside and get ready for dinner, it’s starting to get late,” he tells you as he bends to begin gathering all the plates from the snacks you’d shared.

“I’ll be up in a few minutes,” you hand him another stack of plates and start to gather all your painting supplies before Poe heads inside, leaving you alone on the porch.

Letting the warm breeze and the bird song wash over you, you stand, leaning against the railing, for a few moments, just trying to take everything in. In the past year, you’d been trying to slow down, to enjoy every moment you’re awake instead of letting life pass you by. You give yourself a few minutes to feel grateful for everything you’ve done, for the friends and memories and accomplishments you’ve made, before gathering your painting supplies in one hand and heading inside.

Upstairs, you knock on the door to the guest bedroom before easing the door open to reveal the bathroom door shut and the shower running. Despite knowing you should wait until Poe was done and slip into the shower too, to wash away the sweat that’s been accumulating during your time outside, you’re feeling too sugglish and instead promise yourself you’ll shower when you get back from dinner.

As quickly as possible, you pull on a pair of shorts and a top that doesn’t have any paint stains before flopping back on the bed, debating with yourself whether or not you have time for a quick nap. Right as you close your eyes, the bathroom door opens, your internal argument distracting you from the noise of the shower turning off.

It really should be illegal for Poe to be walking around without a warning sign, as if it’s totally normal for someone to look this attractive at all hours of the day. He’s got a towel low on his waist, his curls still damp and beautifully defined, and you think this might actually be the moment your heart stops for good.

Instead, you gesture vaguely to the bathroom and slip inside the humid room, making an attempt at fixing your hair and makeup while trying to stop your heart from beating out of your chest. It seems strange how normal everything feels, how even still just a glance from Poe can send your heartbeat skyrocketing.

There’d been a part of you that was waiting for everything to feel different after last night, and there’s still a small corner of your brain that’s waiting for something momentous to happen. But you’re still you and Poe’s still Poe, and just looking at him still makes you feel like a schoolgirl with a raging crush on the boy who sits next to you in science.

After trying to make yourself more presentable and calming your raging heartbeat, you step out of the bathroom to find that Poe had gotten dressed. Even fully clothed, he’s so pretty you could cry and you're struck once again by how alive he seems, how bright and happy and beautiful. You feel infinitely lucky that you’re able to see him like this, all relaxed and full of sunshine.

Ever the gentleman, Poe confirms that you’re one hundred percent ready to go before he opens the bedroom door, leading you downstairs to meet with his dad before you all head out to dinner.

“Well, don’t you two look nice,” Kes says with a wink when you appear at the bottom of the stairs, and you can’t help but smile and look away, the attention making your skin prickle in a way that isn’t totally unpleasant.

Kes leads you out to his car and double checks that everyone is safely buckled before he even begins to pull out of the driveway. He bypasses the little town and continues down the highway before stopping in a small city a few more miles down the road. Though you can already tell that it’s bigger than Poe’s hometown, it still feels cozy and small, more town than metropolitan city.

“Alright, you kids get us a table and I’ll find a parking spot,” Kes says as he pulls up in front of a nice looking restaurant, cutting off Poe’s protest with just a look. Finally, Poe sighs before he exits the car, opening your door for you before his dad pulls away from the curb.

“I think he does all this on purpose,” Poe mumbles, and it’s so quiet you assume he’s just talking to himself, so you make no move to comment. Instead, you follow Poe inside the restaurant, taking in all of the decor while Poe secures a table with the hostess. You get seated almost immediately, pushing you to wonder if Kes really did have an agenda when it came to you and Poe.

Before you could think any harder on all the things Kes had done over the past few days, Poe tells you, “We used to come here all the time whenever there was something to celebrate. Anniversaries, honor roll, things like that.” He’s smiling, but there’s a certain heaviness to his voice that makes you conflicted about asking for anything more.

With perfect timing, Kes approaches the table and saves you from your internal debate, settling into a seat next to Poe. The three of you make small talk while you browse the menu and as you eat your meal, the conversation gains substance as you begin sharing your own childhood memories with them, weaving your stories with Poe’s and the few anecdotes Kes offers up.

At one point, you’re laughing so hard you’re a little worried that someone will ask you to leave the restaurant, but all you received were a few stares from neighboring tables. There’s just something about being with Kes and Poe together that makes you feel at home, and you’re going to miss spending your days with them.

When the check finally comes, the three of you argue over who’s paying and you consider slipping your card to the waitress while Kes and Poe bicker, but Kes is faster than you are and ends up paying for the meal with a victorious smile. It’s a nice change of pace from the family life you’d left behind, where everyone argued about who had to pay for dinner and not who wanted to pay most.

The drive back to Kes’s house is full of more stories as you pass by different buildings and parks, all of them seemingly attached to a fond memory for Kes. Lucky greets you by the door, and you’re struck by just how much you’ll miss the rambunctious dog and his desperate need for attention.

Wanting to stay up as late as possible and make the most out of your last night, you head up to the guest bathroom to shower and get comfortable, answering some missed messages but rolling your eyes and ignoring all the texts from Finn full of teasing and an absurd amount of heart emojis. When you return downstairs, you’re delighted to see that Kes had pulled out a pile of photo albums, Poe’s obvious dread only increasing your excitement.

“Ok, I’m showering so I don’t have to deal with you two,” Poe says with a groan as he exits the living room and you get comfortable next to Kes, flipping open the first album on the stack. It’s mostly full of baby pictures of Poe and all his firsts, but there are a few pictures throughout the book of Kes and a woman you assume is Poe’s mother.

He hasn’t told you much, but from what you’ve pieced together, Poe’s mother had fallen in love with Kes at the Air Force academy, gotten married and had Poe relatively young, and she’d passed away before Poe was in middle school. You want to know more about her, know more about the woman who created one of your favorite people, but you don’t want to push Poe too hard. As much as you’d love to hear about all of his favorite memories with her, you don’t want to cause him any pain.

Moving on to the second book, you’re greeted with a picture of the woman smiling up at you, her squirmy son grinning in her arms.

“They have the same eyes,” you say quietly, taken aback by how similar they look and amazed at seeing those eyes you love so much staring back at you through time from a different body.

“I know,” Kes adds with sorrow coloring his voice, “everyone always says he has my eyes, but they’ve always been Shara’s.”

“She’s beautiful,” you can’t help but add as Kes’s fingers gently, lovingly trace across the photograph.

The two of you sit for a moment, soaking in the picture and processing the memories that came flooding back before you turn the page. Shara is missing from many of the pictures, and you feel a twinge in your heart because you know she was the one always behind the camera, capturing all those unforgettable moments without ever thinking about being remembered herself. You wonder how hard that must be for Kes, to look back at all those pictures and still feel her there but not be able to see her face, her joy and her laughter and those expressive eyes.

The mood begins to lighten as you stumble across more and more goofy pictures of Poe, and you’re laughing at one of him with the missing teeth and the broken arm when he comes back downstairs.

“Are you seriously still laughing at me?” He asks, sounding exasperated even as he sits next to you on the couch, greedily gathering the book onto his lap and starting to flip through the pages.

Hours pass with the three of you sitting on the couch, laughing and sharing the stories that go along with all of the pictures. There’s a point, when Poe looks around ten, that Kes stops being in so many pictures and when you realize why, you’re close to crying. Instead, you promise yourself to ask more about what Poe remembers about his mother, to help her story and life live on, even now that Poe’s spent most of his life without her.

Even with the undercurrent of sadness that fades the longer you look through the pictures, you end up laughing so hard your stomach hurts and you’re worried you’re going to stop breathing. It’s close to midnight when you finally finish looking through all the pictures, and even then you don’t feel ready to sleep.

“Alright, I’m going to bed,” Kes says as he stands with a sigh, “I’ll make you kids breakfast before you leave tomorrow.” With a final goodnight, Kes makes his way upstairs while you and Poe make your way to the back porch. There’s just something that draws you out there, some inexplicable urge that pulls you outside to gaze over the expansive land.

It’s even more beautiful at night, and a part of you wants to stay out there and paint, watch the ways the moonlight differs from the sunshine with the different hues of orange and blue and green that paint the backyard.

“I’m gonna need a house with a porch like this,” you say, leaning over the railing to get an unobstructed view of the yard, to take it all in one last time.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you turn to look at him and are greeted with a lazy smile, as if it would be hard work for him to have any other expression when he looks at you.

“Ready for bed?”

“I guess,” you reply, because even though you want to spend the rest of your life on the porch, you know you’re going to need your sleep before the drive home tomorrow. There’s a part of you that doesn’t want to go back, to return to your normal routine and your empty apartment and your schedule that never seems to match up with your friends.

As you slip into the guest bed for the last time, you’re hit with the realization that tomorrow night, you’ll be sleeping alone again. It keeps you awake, as Poe lays a gentle hand over your waist and falls asleep, because you’re really not sure if you’ll be able to sleep without him.

Even though it was only three nights, you’d become so accustomed to your little routine together, the way you wove around and moved seamlessly together as if that was the way things always were and always would be. You never thought it would be this hard to come to terms with, that you’d lose sleep over losing sleep for the rest of your life.

Because you know that once you go back home, everything goes back to normal. The little bubble of magic that surrounds Kes’s home will be broken, and reality will seep in and you won’t know how to navigate life anymore when everything seems dull in comparison to the days you’ve spent here. You and Poe will have a whole new connection to navigate, one that you haven’t even mentioned to each other since your fumbled confessions.

It all starts gnawing at you, all these little worries and insecurities come crawling out to pick you apart. You wonder if you’ll need to play pretend again, act like you never said anything and act like you aren’t crushed every time you see his face. You’re not sure how to cope with all the changes, all the new memories that’ll inhabit your brain and bring you back here whenever life seems dull.

Eventually, after what seems like hours, your eyelids droop closed and you’re pushed off to a dreamless sleep, one that comes to an end much too soon when Poe gently shakes your shoulder. He’s already showered and his belongings are packed, and you feel awful about slowing him down because you know it’s a long drive home but he’s smiling at you and everything seems more bearable in the morning light.

After a quick shower and a speedy repacking of all of your things, you head downstairs to eat one last breakfast with Kes and Poe, one that you wish you could prolong for the rest of the day. All you want is to live in that sunlit kitchen with the door to the porch for the rest of your life.

Still, when it’s time to go, Kes hands you and Poe your own travel mugs and bags of food, snacks and sandwiches he made special just for you, and it truly hits you how similar he is to his son. Really, there should be no surprise why you’d felt such a connection to Kes after only spending a short time with him because he reminds you of Poe in almost every way, down to the gray curls adorning his head.

The goodbyes are extended, and you spend more time talking in the driveway by Poe’s car than you did eating breakfast. You’re reluctant to let Lucky go, and you know your day isn’t going to seem complete without the needy dog demanding some belly rubs from you. Giving Kes one last hug and thanking him for the thousandth time for all his hospitality, you head to the car and let the father and son have the goodbye they need.

“You ready to head home?” Poe asks a few minutes later when he slides into the driver's seat, Kes waving and watching from the front porch. You want to say no, want to ask for more time, for the rest of your life to be spent with no responsibilities and to wake up next to Poe every morning, to spend your days laughing and painting and enjoying every second.

But you miss your friends greatly, and you miss the predictability of your job. As lonely as it can be, you miss your apartment, with your art prints and decorative pillows and candles, and you miss the way the sun streams through your windows on long summer days. You miss your weekly hangouts and the way summer seems to turn every day into an adventure.

“Yeah, I had a great time but I’m excited to get home.”

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[starwarstweets]

#star wars #twitter #incorrect quotes #star wars twitter #incorrect star wars quotes #star wars original trilogy #star wars memes #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars funny #star wars shows #star wars sequels #smau #social media au #modern au #poe dameron #finnpoe #rey #rey star wars #reylo

[ladyantiheroine]

I know Mike Flanagan loves himself a long-winded monologue and I don’t usually mind because they’re prettily written and thematically relevant but this guy actually wrote a whole monologue about LEMONS.

#we take a break from this modernized Poe adaptation to bring you LEMONS. FUCKING LEMONS. #the fall of the house of usher #mike flanagan #netflix

[ofstarsandvibranium]

25 for the Valentine’s Day prompts with Poe

25. staying in and having a lazy day because that's what they enjoy most

Prompt List

The first few years of your relationship with Poe, you two would go all out for Valentine's day. Romantic dinners, a day filled with festivities, drinking, and loving each other with all of your hearts.

You still love each other just as much, but the effort to do anything for Valentine's Day just became too much. So these recent years, you two have celebrated Valentine's Day at home.

Valentine's Day was on a weekday this year. Therefore, Poe had to wake up and head to the auto shop and you had to open the cafe.

Dressed for the day, you two head to the kitchen and you're greeted to Beebs in a cupid costume next to heart shaped balloons and a gift bag in his mouth.

You crouch down and coo at the little corgi, "Aaaww! Beebs! Look at you! You're so cute!!"

The corgi wiggles his butt as he approaches you and you take the gift from him. You stand with a smirk and look at Poe, "We said no gifts."

He shrugs, "When do I ever listen?" he leans in and pecks your lips, "Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

You open the gift to reveal a mug with a bunch of corgis dressed as cupid, just like Beebs.

You giggle, "It's so cute!" You kiss him again and set the mug at the kitchen counter beside your collection of corgi mugs (all of which you've gotten since dating Poe).

"Alright. Let's head to work." You kiss Beebs on the head and take Poe's hand, both of you getting into his beat up truck and going to work.

______________________

When you both get home, you both strip from your work clothes and dress in tshirts and sweatpants. Unlike the rest of the world, you two don't go out for the holiday. Instead, you spend the rest of the day lounging around your shared home.

With Beebs beside you, you and Poe become couch potatoes. You lazily lounge, cuddling with each other and catching up on the shows you've gotten behind on.

Poe's hand rubs up and down your arm in a comforting rhythm, matching the beat of his heart that pounds against your ear. Your head resting on his chest brings him peace and warmth.

You don't care much for celebrating Valentine's all big and grand like before. At the core, this is how you and Poe have always been. So relaxed, comforting, and loving to each other. This is both what you love most, enjoying each other in this way.

You look up at Poe and he smiles at you, "Hm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your lips, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day," you reply and snuggle back into Poe.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron #modern au #gn!reader #gender neutral!reader #valentine's day drabbles

[filmyocean]

Poe: We just kinda bonked BB's head. It wasn't really very hard, he's not acting any different. I'm just worried-

C3PO: It'll be fine. I used to bonk my head all the time.

Poe:, whispering: Y/n, we gotta take BB to a mechanic

#source: modern family #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron incorrect quotes #star wars incorrect quotes #star wars sequal trilogy #star wars #incorrect star wars quotes #happy may the 4th guys :) #affie quoting

[thelovelylolly]

Modern au!Poe (no sw) x f!reader meet cute, Poe is going with his dog on a walk to the park and reader is a dog magnet but shy and sort of afraid of people ♥️ please? 🙏🏻

Cute Dog (modern au)

Summary : While on your daily walk, you run into a cute dog and his good looking owner. Warnings : none :) Notes : i havent written for poe in a while, so im excited to write this! (not proof read btw)

With spring just around the corner, you looked forward to your daily walks through the park. Flowers blooming, trees regrowing their leaves, animals returning from hibernation. If you ignored the allergies, it was your favorite time of the year for walks.

After working from home all day, you were ready for some fresh air. You laced up your converse, put on your hoodie and grabbed your headphones before leaving your apartment. You were lucky, your apartment was right across from a park with a bunch of paths.

You put your headphones on and hit play on your music before walking across the street to the park.

You were about half way through your walk when you heard barking. At first, you brushed it off as some dog just barking. It was a city park, there were bound to be dogs around. But the barking got louder and closer.

You looked down and saw a corgi racing towards you. You stopped, taking your headphones off as the corgi jumped onto your legs. You laughed, bending down to give the corgi some pets.

"Hey there, bud, what are you doing?" You asked, crouching so you could look at the tag. As you continued to scratch behind the corgi's ears, you lifted the shiny tag. "Bee-bee? Where's your owner, Bee-bee?"

You noticed the orange leash attached to the collar, grabbing it so Bee-bee wouldn't run away. You continued to pet Bee-bee, causing his tail to wag even more.

"Bee-bee!"

You looked up and saw a man running towards you, clearly out of breath. You quickly stood up, the leash still in hand, and watched as the man slowed to a stop, catching his breath. As you looked at him, you took in his features. His curly black hair, the stubble on his jawline, his shirt hanging just low enough to show the shiny chain underneath.

He was very handsome, making you suddenly shy.

"I'm so sorry about him. Sometimes he just gets excited over nothing and runs off," the man said, his hand on his hips as he ran his other hand through his hair.

"I-it's fine," you replied quietly, handing the leash over. "He's a cute dog."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure my friends only visit to see him," he joked. "I"m Poe, by the way."

You told him your name then started to play with the hem of your sleeve, your attention going to that. Poe started to walk away, but Bee-Bee stayed put, still looking at you.

You looked up and saw Poe trying to get Bee-bee to go, but Bee-bee wouldn't budge.

"Looks like he likes you," Poe said, smiling a little.

"I guess he does," you answered, bending down to pet Bee-bee again.

You could feel Poe's eyes on you, making you a bit nervous, but you just kept petting Bee-bee. Maybe if you pet him enough, he'd get bored and would leave with Poe.

After a moment, Poe spoke up. "Uh, I know this may be a bit forward, but would you want to get some coffee sometime?" He asked.

You looked up. "What?"

"I mean, you and Bee-bee get along and you seem really sweet, so I just thought we could talk over coffee or something? If not, that's totally fine. I know this is kind of forward and out of nowhere."

You stood back up, a soft smile on your face. "I'd, um, I'd like that."

"Great! Would the cafe down the block work tomorrow morning? Around 10?"

"Yeah, that should work," you replied. "As long as you bring Bee-bee, too."

Poe laughed and you two said your goodbyes. You started to walk away, a pep in your step now. You were excited to see the cute corgi again, but you were mainly excited to see his handsome owner.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron modern au #star wars modern au #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic