Finn: So you like bad boys huh? Well then you’ll love me because I’m bad at everything.

Poe, texting Finn: Goodnight homo

Poe:homie*

Poe: Eh same thing

Kylo: Whenever I’m about to do something I think might be dumb, I ask myself “WWPDD?”

Kylo: What Would Poe Dameron Do?

Leia: Probably Finn.

Poe: Are you suggesting that I occationally stray from the rulebook?

Leia: No, I’m suggesting that you do not own a copy if the rulebook, and if you do you’ve certainly never opened it.

daily reminder that i love poe dameron

Finn: And now a gay update from Poe

Poe: Getting gayer

Finn: Thank you Poe

Finn: Rey, do you dare me to kiss Poe?

Rey: What? No?

Finn, standing up from table: Rey I can’t believe you’re making me do this

Rey: I’m not making y-

Finn, walking towards Poe: Here I go!

would anyone be interested if i wrote a poe dameron x reader series? comment here or dm me or go to my askbox to let me know

Poe: *walking by*

Rey: *rolls her eyes* What an ass

Finn: *staring at Poe’s ass sighing* I know

Ready As I’ll Ever Be

Word Count: 955

Pairing: Poe Dameron X Reader (Female)

Request(s):None

Warning(s):Angst

Some people have been asking if there’ll be a part two of Trespassing. To answer your questions, I’m not sure yet. When I first planned it out, I had no intentions to write any more for it. I also didn’t expect it to be so well liked. This isn’t to say that I absolutely won’t write another part anytime. It just means that, for the time being, I have no idea where I’d go with the narrative if I were to continue with it. If any of you have some ideas you want to share, shoot me a message.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this ball of feels. Have a good day! <3

Poe ducked behind a small cottage, making sure to steer clear of the flames engulfing it. He glanced around the left side but quickly retreated again as blaster fire shot near his head.

He waited for the barrage to slow before he made a break for the sand dune up ahead. If he could just get below it, he’d get a better place for shooting back. The First Order had taken control of most the village and burned it to the ground, killing the innocent citizens in their way.

“Dameron, get back to the ship! We need to leave, now! We got what we came for!” Snap shouted into his comm. For once, Poe listened, changing his plan to try and escape instead of fight back.

“On my way.”

He sprinted up and over the dune, stopping just as he got to the bottom, taking relief in the momentary cover from blaster fire. He ran a hand through his hair, inhaling deeply to catch his breath. He took one step forward, hand gripping his trusty weapon before he was tackled to the ground by an unknown body.

Poe wrestled with the stranger to get free, only to end up pinned to the ground by his wrists, a blaster pressed to the side of his skull.

“You move a muscle and I’ll blow your brains out,” a voice growled in his ear. He waited for them to lean back so he could see their face, although he already knew who it was.

“(Y/N), what are you doing,” he asked. Her grip faltered for a moment.

“I’m helping the winning team, what are you doing, Dameron? Fighting for a rebellion that’s on the wrong side of history?” She snapped, shifting her weight so she was straddling him with her legs and holding his hands with one of her own, the other pressing the blaster to his head.

“What lies are they feeding you (N/N)?” Poe asked, incredulously. “Can you really believe that the First Order is right? You really think the rebellion isn’t justified?”

(Y/N) was quiet for a moment, eyes hard with concentration. Poe opened his mouth to speak again but she cut him off.

“The rebellion abandoned me, Poe,” she stated, voice cold and unfeeling. “They left me to die without any remorse.”

Poe tried again to interject but was stopped.

“Believe me, I’m aware that I’ve sunk pretty low, but whatever you’re going to get, you deserve,” she snarled. Poe had never seen her so angry before.

“(Y/N), stop this. This isn’t who you-”

“Quiet! I’m the bad guy here, that’s fine. It isn’t my fault that the resistance took away everything I had and then left me in the dust. The First Order will bring justice, at last, to the galaxy, don’t you understand?” (Y/N) was shaking by then, hand gripping the weapon tighter so she wouldn’t drop it. The sounds of blaster fire in the background lessened, hinting that the village being attacked had lost the battle. The First Order had succeeded in extinguishing another spark of the rebellion.

“Sweetheart, please listen. You’ve been brainwashed. This isn’t you. I can take you home, we can help you-”

“It’s time to step up or step down, and there’s only one answer for me, Dameron. I’m standing up and fighting back because I know I’m right. And I’m ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll do what I have to.” By the end of her statement, her voice was cracking and tears were filling her eyes. She seemed as if she was trying to convince herself as well as him with her words.

It hit Poe that she was remembering who she used to be. That she didn’t want to do the things she was forced to. The First Order had taken over her mind to create an emotionless soldier and she was trying to break free. He didn’t seem to sense that it could be a trap, so he trusted it.

“Baby,” Poe muttered softly. Her hand stopped pinning his, allowing him to reach up and brush a strand of her hair out of her face. She let her blaster fall to the ground as she collapsed onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry into him. “Come back to me, sweetheart.”

“I want to go home,” she whispered, fingers tangled in his hair.

She leaned back, wiping the tears that had made their way down her cheeks. He got out from under her, sitting on the ground by her instead.

“Black Leader, where are you?” Snap’s voice asked through the comms again. Poe ignored it.

In a moment without thought, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, relishing in the feeling of her being so close again. She wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.

Before he could notice, she reached to the ground, grabbing her blaster again. She kissed him harder, not really wanting to do what she was planning, but knowing she had to. Pulling back quickly, she brought the butt of the blaster to the side of his head with a loud thud. He fell to the ground, unconscious, ready to be taken to the main ship.

“I told you I was ready to do what had to be done,” she mumbled, wiping the back of her hand across her lips as a few stormtroopers walked over the dune to retrieve him. Kylo wanted to meet with him

Poe, in the middle of a mission: Do fish feel wet all the time?

Finn:…

Finn, whisper-yelling: I’M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE.

Poe: Sorry, sorry.

Finn, one minute later: OH MY GOD, DO THEY?

Poe: I know, right!

Leia, facepalming: I hate you both.

Trespassing

Word Count: 1263

Pairing(s): Poe Dameron x Reader (Female)

Request(s):None

Warning(s):Fluff with some implied angst

I’m so sorry for disappearing for so long! I hope this short little thing can make up for that! <3

The heat was unbearable. Finn was almost ready to rip off his skin if he thought it’d cool him down for even a second. It also didn’t help that he was wearing that pilot’s jacket. Poe, that was his name. Finn wasn’t positive on whether or not he had survived the crash into Jakku.

The ex-stormtrooper trudged through the hot desert, sand finding its way into his boots. He felt something poking into his side painfully. He reached into the pocket of his new leather jacket to retrieve the nuisance.

To his surprise, what he held in his hand was a small metal disc. It was approximately the size of his palm, flat with round sides, topped off with a grand bronze lid carved with an intricate design of interlocking circles. It seemed to be some sort of holodisc. Though it looked was slightly different in appearance, it was still the kind you could record short holograms with. Maybe Finn could learn more about his rebel friend if he took a look inside.

He stopped and sat down next to a large sand dune, hoping the small amount of shade it provided could help take the edge off the heat. He wiped at the thick layer of perspiration on his brow and clicked open the disc, starting from the first recording.

The images shown popped up like a hologram, depicting a man, presumably the fighter pilot, Poe, and a lady. Poe had a hold of the woman’s hand, slowly spinning her in a circle as if the two were dancing. Just as quickly as the video had appeared, it faded to nothing.

Finn wanted to sit and watch more, but he knew he needed to continue walking or else he’d never find a place to properly rest. Or worse, he could get stuck out in the desert at night, utterly exhausted and unable to defend himself. Perfect prey for the swarms of gnaw-jars, carnivores that ran on six legs and feasted on warm blood. He stood up on shaky legs, continuing his trek, wondering about the woman with Poe.

Another hour seemed to pass (not that Finn could tell without his digitized stormtrooper gear) before he had to stop and take a breather. Against his better judgement, he opened the holodisc again, curiosity taking control.

The video started out shaky as if the recorder wasn’t holding the disc steadily when walking.

“Babe!” Poe called excitedly, finally holding the disc still.

“Yeah?” The same woman from the previous clip showed up in the hologram.

“What are we?” Poe asked, his smile was evident in his voice. The woman grinned.

“We’re pregnant,” she beamed.

“Hell yeah, we are!” Poe cheered. “So, what do you think? Boy or girl?”

“Girl,” she replied with a lopsided smirk.

“Oh, no way. Totally a boy,” Poe countered playfully.

“Wanna bet?” The woman implored, a mischievous glint in her eye that was visible even through the blue-tinted hologram. Finn could immediately tell that making wagers was a favourite activity of the couple.

“Twenty credits,” Poe said.

“You’re on,” the woman stretched out her hand. Poe reached out from behind the recorder and shook her hand before turning the disc off and ending the video.

Finn smiled for a moment, relishing in Poe’s happiness. It took a second for the horror to register in his mind, constantly sending a punch to his gut. For all he knew, Poe had died upon impact during the crash landing.

With a sinking heart, Finn continued onto the next hologram.

“You were right, (Y/N),” Poe’s voice came through before the recording even started. “It’s a girl.”

Finn paused. (Y/N). Her name was (Y/N).

“I owe you twenty credits,” Poe said as the video showed up. (Y/N) was laying in bed with a baby wrapped up in blankets in her arms. The smile on her face was the most peaceful thing Finn had seen in a long time. She looked up at the camera and blushed.

“Do you have to record everything?” She asked, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. Poe laughed softly behind the camera.

“Only the good parts,” he said, zooming in on the child in (Y/N)’s arms for a moment before zooming out again.

“Layla,” (Y/N) mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of the little human’s head.

“Layla?” Poe asked. (Y/N) nodded up at him. From that, Finn gathered that they hadn’t talked much about names for their new baby girl. “I love it. I love her.”

“She looks just like you.” (Y/N) giggled as Layla reached up and tugged on her hair with her chubby little hands.

“I bet she’ll be as smart as you, though,” Poe replied softly,  reaching forward to gently run his finger against the newborn’s cheek. (Y/N) laughed again, sounding like a child who was just given a candy.

“She’ll be even smarter, what with having a pilot and a mechanic for parents and all,” she said, smile as bright and dazzling as the stars in the sky.

Poe made a hum of agreement before shutting off the recorder.

With another sigh, Finn pressed a button on the thin side of the disc, jumping to the last hologram on the device.

“You’re so adorable,” Poe said, aiming towards (Y/N), laying on the bed with a small child cuddled into her chest. It must have been an older version of Layla. She seemed around the age of three. “Both of you.”

(Y/N) looked up, pushing a lock of hair out of her face with a blush. “Stop that.”

Poe zoomed in on her face to tease her. She scowled playfully before he zoomed out to normal settings again. Little Layla stirred, rolling away from her mother’s embrace, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She smiled up at the person behind the disc.

“Papa,” she muttered sleepily, getting up and reaching out for a hug. Poe obliged.

While pulling Layla into him, (Y/N) snatched the disc from his hands.

“You never record yourself,” she countered when he made a noise of protest. She showed him as he knelt beside the bed in what appeared to be their shared room. His face was unshaven and he was still dressed in his bedclothes. “I can’t imagine why. You’re very handsome.”

Poe laughed awkwardly, Layla still clinging to him.

“Papa, I’m hungry,” Layla said in her soft, childish, voice. Poe stood up from his kneeling position and scooped her up in his arms, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes while she laughed gleefully.

“Let’s get you some breakfast then, baby girl,” he smiled. Layla clawed at his loose nightshirt as he purposefully jostled her around with every step he took into the kitchen.

(Y/N) laughed behind the camera, then turned off the disc.

Finn felt an immense wave of sadness mixed with anger crash over him. Poe had looked so happy. He had a family, people he was trying to get home for. And now he was gone.

Feeling like he’d found something he shouldn’t have, like he was trespassing into unexplored regions, Finn knew he had to find (Y/N). She needed to know what happened to her lover, the father of her child.

Rey: Why are your tongues purple?

Poe: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Finn: I had a red one.

Rey:Oh.

Rey:OH!

Finn: It’s dark, I’m scared

Poe: Don’t worry babe, I got this

Poe: *Stomps foot*

Poe: *Sketchers light up*

Whatever You Say

Word Count:1850

Fandom:Star Wars

Pairing:Poe Dameron x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Request(s): “Hey!!! I love Poe and ur account!!! So I was wondering if I could maybe get a Poe x reader where the reader hates Poe cuz he’s stuck up but gets to know him a bit better and starts to love him as well and gets really confused and angry? Its OK if no, but thanks!” - @nerdyemocrap

Warning(s): None (If I need to add some, let me know!)

I changed up the request just a tad bit amigo, hope you don’t mind! I really like how this turned out and my aim is for you to feel the same. <3

If one thing was true, it was that you hatedPoe Dameron. At least, that’s what you wanted people to think. It’s what you wanted everyone else to think, too. Everybody seemed to love him, with his irresistible charm and striking good looks. Your teammates liked to tease you about him being the perfect poster boy for the rebellion.

Yeah, the poster child for why no one should ever procreate, you’d think.

You despised the way he would feign humility when all he did was gloat, the way he’d walk into a room and immediately grab all the attention without even saying a word, the way he’d always grin at you with that award-winning smile. He made you want to punch a wall out of anger. Or that’s what you told yourself

More than once, he’d stolen your thunder, took the shot for you, swooped in and saved the day without being asked to. And, Maker, was he reckless. It seemed as if he never considered anyone else’s safety when in the air, it was all about him. That wasn’t something you had to lie to yourself about, though.

What made everything worse, was the fact that Poe Dameron actually made attempts to befriend you. Non-stop.

He’d walk up to you and start a conversation while you tried to fix your ship, or when you were eating dinner, or when you were in the command centre. It was like a never-ending barrage of Poe, Poe, Poe, and morePoe. Deep down, you didn’t mind it, but that didn’t mean you had to let everyone know.

“Hey (Y/N),” he walked up with a smirk as if he knew how much you didn’t like him and had decided to pester you anyway. “How’s my favourite pilot doing today?”

You scoffed. “I’m pretty sure you’re your own favourite pilot, Dameron.”

He chuckled and nodded, “I see you’re continuing the salty facade, as usual.”

You reached around for your wrench, climbing up onto the wing of your ship to tighten a couple loose panels that could cause unbalanced flight if you weren’t careful. You groaned when you realised you’d grabbed the wrong size for the bolts you were using. You glanced down to see Poe holding up the right one.

“Needing something?” He asked, smugly. You scowled, reaching down and attempted to snatch the tool from his hand. He pulled back so you couldn’t reach, tutting his tongue against the roof of his mouth to make a clicking noise.

“C’mon, Dameron, give me that,” you snapped angrily. He smiled innocently up at you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, (Y/N),” he beamed toothily. You were about ready to leap down and smack that grin right off of him.

“Poe, now,” you demanded. His eyes held a sparkling glint as an idea struck him.

“On one condition,” he started. You rolled your eyes, sitting back on your heels.

“What?” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“You sit with me at dinner tonight,” he volunteered. You laughed aloud.

“In your dreams, flyboy,” you retorted, amused. He wasn’t kidding though.

“Alright, well, you can say goodbye to your tools then. I know a mechanic who could really use a new set right about now, and these all look perfect,” he teased, spinning his finger around your tool bag thoughtfully. You glared daggers at him.

“Fine,” you mumbled through gritted teeth.

“What was that?” He asked, his hand resting in the air above your bag.

“Fine, I’ll have dinner with you tonight,” you said louder. A smile broke out on his face, causing your face to heat up. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t like it. It was embarrassing.

“Perfect. I’ll meet you in the cantina later, then,” he said, reaching up to hand you the tool you needed. You frowned and watched as he sauntered away, success filling his gait with happiness while you were left defeated.

You huffed in annoyance as he finally disappeared from the hangar, leaving you to work on your X-wing.

“(Y/N)! Over here!” A voice called over the incessant chatter of the cantina. You glanced over to see Poe waving you down. You shot a desperate look over at your friend, begging them to pull you away, but all they did was push you closer to his table. You sighed, slowly treading over and slouching down on the stool.

“Good evening, sunshine,” he greeted with a smile. You nodded your hellos. Poe wasted no time in introducing you to the rest of Black Squadron. You sent them all a curt smile and quickly bit into your bread, trying your hardest to avoid speaking.

Soon enough, Poe became engrossed in a conversation with Snap, leaving you and Jessika to yourselves.

“He likes you, you know,” Jessika started. You shot her a confused glance. “He talks about you constantly. Heard many good things about you.”

“No, not from Poe you haven’t,” you laughed. Now it was Jessika’s turn to be dumbfounded.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been nothing but rude to him since we first met,” you explained. “But, I have a good reason.”

“No, no, I understand why. He’s a douche at times,” Jess smiled, taking a bite out of her own meal.

There was another awkward silence before she spoke again.

“He says you’re a good pilot, but he’d rather you be on the ground,” she said through a mouthful of food. Anger flared up inside you, the thought of him wanting you grounded causing your ears to turn red.

“Oh yeah?” You asked through gritted teeth. Jess swallowed hard to get her food down.

“Wait, not like that, he isn’t trying to say that he wants to keep you down or anything. He just knows you’re a skilled mechanic and he thinks being on base is safer than in the air,” Jessika was quick to defend him, noticing your change in attitude.

Just as soon as it had arrived, your anger subsided, leaving you wondering why in the Maker’s good galaxy would Poe Dameron want you safe on base. Before you could ask why your conversation was interrupted.

“Hey, (Y/N), did Poe ever tell you about the time he tried to ride a Runyip back on Yavin IV?” Snap laughed loudly, a smile lighting up his face. You glanced over at Poe whose face was red as a berry. Obviously, it was an embarrassing story, causing you to want to learn more.

“No, in fact, he hasn’t,” you grinned smugly over at him as Snap began to go into the storytelling zone, spilling every humiliating detail. You stared straight at Poe for the entire duration of the narrative, relishing in how miserable the cocky pilot looked. You don’t remember all of the tale, but you know it ended with a broken arm and a long lecture from Poe’s father.

Truly a tale to tell the grandchildren, you thought.

Wait, why were you thinking about grandchildren? That implied actually having kids of your own. And with Poe no less. You almost shuddered, glad you caught the error of your ways before you said something you’d regret.

After a night full of more stories, ranging from battles to childhood shenanigans, the Black Squadron decided to head to the hay for the night. You would have gone back to your quarters too if Poe hadn’t asked for you to accompany him on a nighttime stroll around the base

You almost declined, but the look of hope on his face prevented you from doing so. Thinking back on it, you wondered what the kriff had gotten into you. You’d never been affected by him before, so why now? What was happening to you? Were you actually starting to let yourself like him? Once again, you pushed away the thought. No way, no how, would you ever enjoy the presence of Poe Dameron, the most stuck-up pilot the Resistance had to offer. It wasn’t a smart thing to do in any way, shape, or form.

“So, am I ever going to get an explanation as to why you hate me so much?” He asked after a few moments of walking. His words froze you to the core, causing you to stop in your tracks. The truth was, you didn’t hate him. Not really. You just wanted to, oh so badly. But that didn’t mean you really truly hated him. He might be an annoyance, yes, but never someone you hated, no matter what you told yourself. You opened your mouth to answer him, but he cut you off. “Because, to me, it really doesn’t seem like you dislike me as much as you claim to. In fact, I’d say that you actually really like me. You just refuse to admit it.”

There it was, that snarky Poe Dameron that you knew all too well. The one that made your blood boil in your veins. “Maybe it’s because you make comments like that that makes me hate you,” you sneered.

“What? I’m just stating the obvious truth, (Y/N),” he defended.

“Whatever you say, prince charming,” you grumbled under your breath.

“I have a proposal for you,” he said. You rolled your eyes but let him continue. “I bet that I can make you fall for me in a month’s time.”

“Oh? And if you don’t?” You interrogated. He smiled.

“Then you get to humiliate me in any way you see fit,” he suggested. An evil grin spread across your lips, a glint in your eye.

“Alright, if you can’t get me to fall for you, then you get to run a lap around base soaking wet and in your underwear. AndI get to record it.”

The colour drained from Poe’s cheeks a little, but he nodded and outstretched his hand. “If I win the bet, you get to go on a date with me.”

You swallowed and reached your hand out to shake his. “Deal.”

Poe grinned again, making your stomach flutter for some unknown reason. You frowned as he stepped closer and pressed a kiss to your cheek, making you blush like crazy. “I’ll see you later then, (Y/N).”

Oh, this was going to be hard.

Poe: I screwed up big time.

Leia: Poe, given your daily life expiriences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

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┃┃╱╲ in this

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╱╱╭╮╲╲ we love

▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate

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poe dameron

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Word Count:1084

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Female)

Request(s):None

Warning(s):None

I decided that I’ll start taking requests if anyone has some they want to see me write. 

Comments = Content

“Ma’am, are you okay? You don’t look well,” the nurse asked. You pushed her away, nodding and standing up.

“I’m fine, I just…” You rushed out of the medbay, feeling sick to your stomach, but not because you were ill. None of the nurses followed you out, knowing you probably needed space after such shocking news.

“Hey (Y/N)!” A voice called as you left the medic centre. It was Finn. You sent him a small wave before turning away, leaving him standing alone and confused. You almost felt bad for leaving him in the dust, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care enough to turn back and apologize. You couldn’t handle any interaction right now. All you wanted to do was get to your cabin and try not to sob your heart out.

Stars, how would Poe react? Would he be mad? Would he leave you? Your mind raced with all the bad things that could happen when you told him. That brought up another question. How were you going to tell him this?

You wiped furiously at your eyes as you approached the doors to the quarters you shared with your partner. The tears burned as they fell down your cheeks. The heavy door slammed behind you as you entered.

You glanced at the clock, vision a little fuzzy from the waterworks you were trying to suppress. There was about an hour before Poe would come to the cabin for a quick run through the ‘fresher before heading to dinner in the cantina. Which meant that you had about an hour to figure out how you were supposed to break the news to him.

You spent the time getting cleaned up. You washed your face, trying to rid yourself of the red colouration and tear streaks, and you changed into cleaner clothes. You were trying to make yourself look as presentable as possible without overdoing. If you were about to be dealing with heartbreak, you were at least going to be doing it with grace and style. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You decided to spend the rest of the time sitting on the bed, finishing up some reports on your holopad to waste the time.

You heard the door open a while later, looking over to see Poe, who was tossing you a lazy, lopsided grin.

“Hey you,” he mumbled, wandering over to the bed to wrap his arms around you, pulling you up. You held back a squeal as you were lifted into the air. Poe finally placed you back on the ground, still holding you from behind, burying his face into your shoulder. “How was your day, gorgeous?”

“It was a day,” you sighed, feeling your nerves act up, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Poe just hummed in agreement.

“I missed seeing you around the hangar today. Where’d you disappear to, huh?” Poe asked. You swallowed past the lump in your throat.

“I was with the General in the command centre,” you lied. Poe nodded, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Sounds like a blast,” he said sarcastically. “Finn said he saw you coming out of the medbay. Said you looked upset.”

“Uh, yeah, it was nothing,” you fibbed. You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell Poe wasn’t buying it.

“It obviously wasn’t nothing. Want to talk about it? Did you hit your head on the inside of an X-wing again?” His tone was one of teasing, but you knew he was genuinely worried about you. You took a deep breath, pulling yourself away from his grasp to turn around and face him.

One look at your expression was enough to let him know that something wasn’t right. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

You shook your head, feeling tears well up again. Poe made a move to step towards you but you moved back instead, not wanting to be near him in case he got angry.

“Poe, I-” your voice broke and a tear fell down your cheek. Your hand instinctively went to rest over your stomach. You swallowed again before continuing, “I’m pregnant.”

You studied his face as the words registered in his mind.

“What?”

“Surprise,” you muttered, using your hands for extra emphasis.

“Is it… is it mine?” He asked. You nodded slowly.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I understand if you’re upset or want to leave.” The words tumbled out of your mouth without you even thinking about them. You watched as Poe’s face turned to one of disbelief.

“Why in the world would I be upset?”

You didn’t answer, instead, opting to stare down at the ground. Did this mean he wasn’t mad?

“Hey, (Y/N), look at me,” Poe reached forward and placed his hand on your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away stray tears. He stepped forward, placing his other hand on your waist. You looked up at him, still nervous. “I’m not upset at all. And I’m not going to leave you.”

“You’re not?” You asked incredulously.

“Of course not! We’re having a baby!” He exclaimed. He seemed happy, and his award-winning smile proved it. You felt yourself grin just a little bit, too. You let out a breath you weren’t aware you’d been holding, the pressure on your chest finally dissipating. “This is amazing.”

He leaned down to press his lips against yours, excitement taking over his senses. He pulled you closer, not wanting to separate anytime soon.

“I love you,” Poe said. You hummed, heart swelling in your chest. “And our future kid.”

You giggled softly, resting your forehead against his. “I love you too, flyboy.”

“I’m gonna to be a dad,” he whispered under his breath, taking it all in. He seemed to like his new title. “And- and you’re going to be a mom.”

You nodded.

“Can I tell people?” Poe asked, eyes wide like a child who’d just walked past a candy store. You smiled bashfully, face turning red as you blushed.

“Sure,” you relented.

“Yes!” Poe cheered, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door. “C’mon, let’s go get dinner and celebrate!”

You smiled even wider, if that was even possible, and followed after your enthusiastic lover.