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girl dad!spencer who called himself “the happiest man in the world” when you gave birth to your first daughter, his eyes practically glinting with joy.
girl dad!spencer who didn’t just want a wife and a kid, but wanted to be a husband and a father. and that’s what made you want to marry him in the first place.
girl dad!spencer who was so scared to reproduce his own father’s mistakes, that he spent your entire pregnancy reading books on parenthood.
girl dad!spencer who doesn’t sing your daughter to sleep like you do, because he’s got a terrible singing voice. instead, he whispers random facts and stories to her, even though she doesn’t understand half of it.
girl dad!spencer who gets up early on saturday mornings to make pancakes for both of you, and never raises his voice when the little girl spills maple syrup everywhere.
girl dad!spencer who lets your daughter do glam on him, even if his colleagues laugh when he presents cases with pink nails.
girl dad!spencer who never ever treats her like a baby, having regular talks with her about life and her favourite books, to make her feel important.
girl dad!spencer who comes back from week long cases and wants to make it up, so he makes her skip school and takes her to the park, never without getting ice cream.
girl dad!spencer who regularly acknowledges the fact that you’re an amazing mother. in his mind, he’s not even half a great as you are, and he never takes you for granted.
girl dad!spencer who almost tears up when his two favourite girls wake him up on father’s day, practically crushing him when you attack him with cuddles
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Summary: General Organa asks for your help to find a traitor in the Resistance, and you’d do anything for the cause. But your empathic abilities are constantly distracted by someone whose feelings are stronger than anyone you’ve ever met, Poe Dameron. (~2.7k)
Contents: Love at first sight, Poe is so sweet, fluff and a kiss, reader's gender/pronouns not mentioned or described
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Leia’s communication was only 3 words, “come visit us,” followed by a set of coordinates.
She’d always played things close to her chest.
You’d told her if the Resistance ever needed help, to count on you. As an empath, the constant stress and hope of war was no place for you on a day-to-day basis. You preferred to live alone, but your heart was always with the Resistance.
You helped coordinate drop zones and supply runs. Put people in touch with each other. Anything that could be done by the small comms relay that was set up on your forgotten corner of the outer rim.
A week or two in person, though, would be manageable. You found yourself looking forward to talking to people face to face again.
You landed on the warm, jungle planet that was the current Resistance HQ. The afternoon sun was hot, but not sweltering. It was lovely and a lot like the planet you’d been living on.
The mood on base was good. There had been a minor victory that had lifted spirits recently. Some were worried about the next battle, whenever that might come.
There was curiosity about the small ship of people who had arrived, you among them. The bustle of people parted to make way for passengers disembarking, but also for one man. You felt him before you could see him.
Love rolled off of him like a wave breaking through a levee.
You stepped back automatically.
You could not be near this guy. He felt too much. It drowned out everything else. While it was surprisingly comforting, it wasn’t what you were here for.
“Stop,” you said gently but loudly, letting him know not to come any further.
You could all but smell the leather from his jacket from here, feel his dark, curly hair between your fingers.
His smile faltered, a little like a puppy who’d been shut outside all alone. He waved from behind the people bustling back and forth between you two.
“I’m Poe Dameron,” he yelled. “Leia sent me.”
You nodded. “She should’ve known better.”
One of his dark eyebrows winged upward. He scratched a hand through his messy hair. “Not really sure what that means, but I’m supposed to escort you to her. Call me Poe.”
He felt bad, thought you didn’t like him.
That wasn’t it at all. Of course you liked him, right away. Your gut always knew about people. Poe was… well, there were a lot of words your heart wanted to use to describe him. You settled for thinking of him as focus-pulling.
You’d wanted to get a read on people as you walked around base for the first time, and into the command center. If Poe Dameron was with you, he’d be the only thing you’d feel. You just knew it.
But he was here now, and you didn’t want to be the one who put that look on his face.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized as you walked up to him.
Poe took your bag, his beautiful eyes examining your face. He could tell something was off about you, which was strange in itself. Your ability wasn’t something most other people could sense.
“I’m an empath. You have extraordinarily strong emotions,” you said, standing closer to him. His feelings were like a warm blanket around you, cozying you in toward him.
The corners of his mouth turned down. “Oh, I’m sorry, do I make you uncomfortable? I can get someone else to take you to Leia.”
And he was sweet.
You smiled, trying to put him back at ease, cursing Leia for sending you a guy to be halfway in love with within 30 seconds of landing here.
“Not uncomfortable exactly,” you explain as Poe leads you toward the central building. “It’s weirdly nice actually. Like wearing earplugs or something. You’re the only thing I can feel. Usually a place like this would be chaos. I’d probably be panicking by now.” You paused. “Which is probably why Leia sent you. She knew you’d help me adjust to being around people again. She never stops being brilliant, does she?”
Poe grinned. “Sounds like her. We’re playing chess and she’s playing… well, nothing. She’s just practically omnipotent sometimes.”
You laughed. “She’s more powerful than almost anyone in the galaxy. She’s just humble and hides it well.”
Poe waved to everyone you passed, smiling, as you walked with him.
“She prefers to let other people take the credit,” he said. “A lesson she’s always trying to teach me.”
“You’re not an egomanic, Poe. Your excitement and optimism just outweigh your forward-thinking sometimes.” You gave him a pained smile. “Sorry. I shouldn’t talk to people about themselves without them asking.”
“No, it’s interesting. And accurate,” Poe said as he paused outside an open hangar door.
His brown eyes looked into yours, crinkled at the corners.
“No, but thank you,” you said before he could speak again.
His head tilted. “You can read minds too?”
You shook your head. “Your emotions are so strong I feel like I can sense what you’re about to say. As much as I’d love to hang out with you, I’m here to work.”
Poe bit his lower lip briefly, but it wasn’t in his nature to give up after the first try.
“I was going to ask you to come with me to dinner tonight. Doesn’t have to just be the two of us if you don’t want. I’m happy to introduce you around. Probably a better idea. Leia might not have told me you were an empath, but she did tell me why you’re here. She and I have been trying to figure it out for weeks.”
He was worried, agonized over the idea of a mole in the Resistance. The idea that someone he considered family could betray them caused him almost physical pain.
You reached out and squeezed his arm.
“Why don’t I come find you later, see how I feel. I’m sure I’ll have questions and it seems like Leia’s going to tell me that you’re the person I should bother with them,” you said.
Poe’s long eyelashes waved slightly in the breeze. He was feeling something about the way your hand felt on his arm. You pulled back.
“You’re not a bother,” Poe said. “I’m happy to be your feelings shield any time you want.”
Not a lie. He really would be happy to help you whenever you needed, and you knew he was eventually going to ask you out on a real date. Poe had decided, at least part of him had, that you were his.
You weren’t even sure if he knew it himself.
And you definitely weren’t ready to deal with it.
*****
A few days around base, even though you assured him you were more comfortable, Poe had found lame excuses to bump into you no less than five times.
Sometimes he wanted to check you were okay. Sometimes, you felt his gaze on you for long stretches of time before he came up to say hi.
You caught yourself daydreaming about him more than once.
Unavoidable because he was the dictionary definition of “dreamy,” but it was more than that.
Poe’s spirit was everywhere.
You’d yet to meet anyone who hadn’t been touched by his kindness or mentorship.
Yet to meet anyone who hadn’t heard you were new to base.
Poe had evidently told people to be nice to you. Helpful and part of the positive atmosphere that he couldn’t help but create, but also it felt like wherever you went, he lingered in the air. Like an aura that was always protecting you.
A handsome aura with a neck that you wanted to bury your face against. Arms you wanted to surround you. Thighs that you could sink your teeth into.
“Hey. What’s making you smile like that?”
Poe’s voice made you jump so hard you almost fell off your stool in the mess hall. You immediately felt your face get hot as you stared at your bowl of breakfast mush.
He sat down next to you, reached out and brushed the knuckle of his pointer finger down your cheek.
“I hope you were thinking about me,” he said, half-jokingly. His grin widened when you didn’t respond. “Well well well, seems like you’re not the only one around here who can sense feelings. You were thinking about me.”
You picked up your tray and stood up. “I have work to do.”
“Don’t let me stop you,” Poe said, resting his arm casually on the long, metal table. “The sooner you’re done, the sooner we can talk about ‘us.’”
You glared at him, but there wasn’t any anger in it. “Lower your voice, please.”
Poe pretended to think about it dramatically. “No, I don’t think I will. I haven’t felt this good in a year and a half. You were thinking about me,” he repeats, obviously delighted.
He reached out and ran his hand down your arm.
“I think about you too,” he said, quieter, looking up at you from his seat.
Your breath caught in your chest. It built pressure behind your ribcage and breast bone. It was almost painful.
As used to holding back your emotions are you were, it felt impossible to do with Poe.
He stood, his body close to yours, almost putting himself between you and the rest of the room. He smelled clean, the faintest hint of oil and something masculine that made your stomach clench.
He knew the way he affected people, of course he did. Until this moment, though, he’d had no idea that he affected you like this.
You felt that he wanted to say more, really ask about your feelings, but to your surprise, Poe felt a little nervous about your answer.
“You okay? I was just teasing you. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said.
His dark eyes, almost as infinite as space itself, searched your face.
“I’m not uncomfortable,” you say with a reassuring smile. “I just didn’t expect this. Any of this.”
“What?” he asks.
“You.”
Though Poe didn’t technically have any special abilities besides his piloting and capacity for hope (and his hair), how unafraid he was of his feelings was like a power in itself. He had no idea how rare that quality was.
That he wasn’t afraid to celebrate out loud or to cry in front of others. That he was maybe the only person you’d ever met who meant it every time he asked how someone else was doing.
That he was in love with you.
That warm haze of Poe’s feelings you’d been snuggled into hadn’t just been his good heart and a crush.
It was love.
And even though you’d never been one to believe in this sort of thing, you’d fallen in love with him at first sight too.
“We can’t talk here. Can we go somewhere private?” you asked him.
He nodded, his hand on your lower back. He led you out of the mess hall and down the hallways to the guest quarter wing. He punched in the default code to an empty room and you felt like you could breathe again when it was just you two.
“When we first met, you being all I could feel was almost overwhelming,” you said. Your hands scrunched up the fabric of your pants. “Now, I can’t imagine feeling any other way.”
Poe’s brown eyes got big.
“Don’t say anything yet,” you said desperately.
Poe’s lips pressed together so hard, the skin around his mouth went white.
“I think I know what’s going on with the mole. Or what I mean to say is, I think the information that’s getting out is from the transport pilots that the Resistance is hiring. Maybe even the one who brought me here. I’m not sure. I’m almost positive they’re doing it for the money. People are starving out there. I should’ve felt it sooner, but on my way here I was so nervous it didn’t occur to me to examine absolutely everyone.”
“That’s not your fault. We never would’ve known at all if it weren’t for you,” Poe said, unable to keep silent. “Leia said she's working on shutting down the leak. I’m sure you figured out I’ve been trying to check in on you, but I thought you were trying to avoid me. You were busy.”
He scratched his jaw awkwardly.
“I know this is selfish, but is there any way you can stay?” Poe’s words were fast, convincing. “Your work here is done, but we haven’t even really talked. Not about important stuff. Not that you have to talk to me about important stuff. We could just go outside and walk, or whatever, or sit down. Um. That’s not really a good date. Sitting on the ground. And I haven’t even asked you on one. Damn… I sound like an idiot.”
He rubbed his hands over his face. He snapped his fingers, a grin back on his face.
“I know what our first date should be. There’s this patch of jungle here that looks like home. My home. Yavin. Pretty pond with bioluminescent fish, tiny purple guys. It’s kind of a hike to get there. The trees are too close for a speeder. The further we get from base and people, the better for you, right?” He was excited, gaining momentum. “We’d be alone. We’ve never been alone before.”
“I’ve been alone for years,” you said quietly, realizing this was the start of your entire life changing.
Poe’s empathy reached out for you like a hug. Enveloping you in his understanding, his determination that you never feel alone, his certainty that you wouldn’t be. You’d have him.
“So,” Poe said softly, “will you go on a date with me?”
“Yes, and I’d like you to show me around base some more. If I’m going to be spending more time here, I’d like to know the ins and outs.”
His face broke into a huge smile. “Great. Yeah, definitely. I don’t really have an office, or I’d let you set up there.” He runs a hand through his hair. “But you can stick with me if you need a mental break. Although, I’m usually doing a million things at once. My brain’s all over the place. Probably not the most relaxing for you.”
“It’ll be perfect,” you reassured him. “All I need is you.”
You felt embarrassed, knowing how it sounded. Poe, however, found it completely adorable. Irresistible.
His hands reached for yours before he even realized it.
You felt something unexpected from Poe. Relief, some loosening of a tension inside of him that neither of you knew he’d had.
In your short time on D’Qar you’d seen how much Poe gave himself to the cause, with everything he had. He hadn’t realized that he also needed support. Someone to champion for him, hold him, smile just for him.
You wanted to do those things so badly. So, so badly.
As tangled as your feelings were with his, you had no idea who’d kissed who, but it was electric, like melting together, the heat driving your lips and tongues and hands over each others’ bodies.
If this was loving Poe Dameron, then you never wanted to do anything else.
Your mind was a hazy wash of him, his emotions and yours. Poe was the one to hold your face in his hand and break the kiss. You felt hypnotized by him.
His chest lifted and fell with heavy breaths. He held you close, mouth tucked against your skin.
“First, a first date,” he said. “Then, a second.”
“I never took you for the old-fashioned type,” you said with a teasing smile.
Poe looked a little hesitant. You knew what he felt.
“I’m not. I’m all systems go, usually, when I find someone I’m really interested in. Not that this is like that. This is very different,” he clarified. “What I’m trying to say, and I don’t really know how-“
“I know,” you said quietly.
“Of course you know,” he lifted his face to smile at you.
“So,” you used your fingertips to brush the curly hair off of his forehead, “tomorrow, our first date. And then…”
Poe kissed the tip of your nose. Your mouth drifted toward his, feeling the word forming in his throat before he could even say it.
His lips against yours, you smiled before he spoke. A one word emotion that you’d never felt from anyone, and certainly not from yourself
“Forever,” he whispered.
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thank you and i love you. your stories bring me so much comfort, and sometimes even give me hope that maybe life is as beautiful as you write it to be. in lieu of pressing my burdens on you all, i’ll just say that i’ve been struggling, badly. and i always turn to your beautiful words and stories that are just, interwoven with devotion for your craft. i know this space isn’t always the kindest and it’s so easy to become discouraged, but just know your talent and hard work is being recognized. you’re a gift. maybe i sound pathetic, raving about how your work has held me close when no one could, but it’s the truth! thank you so so much.
Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 8.1k
Warnings: Experience vs. inexperience, descriptions of sex-related anxiety and insecurity, praise kink, encouragement kink, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV, overstimulation, implied cum eating. Anything you think I’ve forgotten that needs to be flagged, please let me know.
A/N - This is just a messy little oneshot I’ve needed to get out of my system for a long time.
“I’ve never hooked up with a Twi’lek girl.”
“Really? Poe, I saw you running off with Buul like, less than two weeks ago. Drink.”
“Oh—yeah,” he grins, ducking his head and taking a swig. “Alright smartass, you’re up.”
You think for a minute. “I actually really like that polystarch bread they give us in the ration packs. It tastes way better than it smells.”
He gives you a withering look. “Who cares? That’s a shitty secret, whether it’s true or not. For that, you drink twice.”
You groan at him. “I don’t have any secrets. You know everything about me anyway.”
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btw if you are friends with someone and you have the kind of dynamic where you can tease each other you also need to be nice. just so we're all aware. you also have to be nice with your words on top of it. like with your words. use your words. you should tell them with your words when you like something about them. if you are scared of being too sincere or vulnerable that is not an excuse to not be nice to someone. also you should work on that. ok are we all on the same page
WARNING do NOT start reading books and comics or watching movies or looking at art!!! you will start wanting to create art yourself. or god forbid. writing.
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