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unstoppableforcce · 5 years ago

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pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

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a/n: sorry this took so long lol, I rewrote it from what it was and now it makes my heart do a little flutter and I’m desperate for that rn so it’s what y’all get! send asks if you’re enjoying or hating, or if you want to talk about anything :)

It wasn’t medical.

The steady beeping of the heart rate monitor raised a strong argument on the contrary, but he had been in medical enough to know that this certainly wasn’t it. He knew the feel of standard issue resistance sheets and beds, no this…

Well, it didn’t feel like a bed at all. It felt like a table, a freezing-cold metal table. The only warmth he could feel was something wrapped around his hand, but it was hardly warm enough, he was freezing.

Where the hell was he?

The last thing he remembered was the desperate sounds of your pleas, he remembered the pain, he remembered everything going black. This was different. He may have been cold, but the pain wasn’t sharp. It was there, but distinctly duller than before.

He didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. He still didn’t even know where he was. He needed to open his goddamn eyes.

The second he tried to, the aggressive light from what seemed to be an overhead viewport radiated in, forcing him to flinch back before he had them fully open. It felt like morning. But it had been night when he saw you last, when he came to your room. This was bright morning light.

How long had he been out?

He shifted again, trying to slowly peel his eyes open but it was still too bright and every movement sent a spike to the monitor beeping in his ear. The pain was back, still not as sharp, but definitely there in his arm.

He would describe his body as numb, but he could still feel it all. Specifically, he could feel the warmth on his hand as it shifted separate from him.

He needed to open his eyes—

The light was overwhelming, even with his eyes open, he couldn’t see anything. He tried to pull his hand back from the warmth, to give his eyes some relief of shade from the overhead radiance, but it resisted, its grip growing stronger.

Slowly, everything was coming into view and—kriff, he really was on a table, wasn’t he—it certainly wasn’t medical.

He was stripped of his shirt, his bad arm wrapped tight in bandage, his good arm descending into your grip. Your grip. It was you.

Thank the Force, you were okay.

Slumped against the chair by the side of the table he laid on, you were fast asleep, but your hand held on tight to his, refusing to let go even as he moved. Stubborn, even in your sleep, but he wasn’t exactly surprised.

Stars, it even brought the smallest upturn of a smile to the corner of his cracked lips.

But no matter how thankful he was that you were alive and looked unharmed, he couldn’t get over the fact that he was laid out on a table, an IV in one arm and sensors riddling his shirtless chest, echoing out his vitals in a constant series of beeps. This wasn’t medical. And with everything that was goingom, whatever the attack had been, there was no comfort in unfamiliar surroundings, even if you were there with him.

��Ba—” He had no voice, his entire throat completely dry, he tried to swallow, to lick over his lips but it was nearly futile, he had to fight through it. “Babe…”

He tried to pull on your hand, but the more violent adjustment of the IV sent a shiver down his spine, a strange tugging sensation stopping him in place. Instead, he gripped you tighter, squeezing not pulling, but trying to get you awake.

“Babe…” he tried again, the pain hitting through his throat now. “Come on—”

You stirred, humming out, barely waking so he squeezed again. Unintentionally, he desperately dug his nails in, getting a much more reactive response that time, finally getting your eyes to flutter open.

At first, you were too groggy and he feared the wound on the back of your head had only gotten worse while he was out. But a second later, you snapped fully awake as the realization that he was awake hit you.

Getting to your feet, you pulled yourself to his side, not once even considering letting go of his hand as you did.

“You’re awake.” It sounded like a prayer falling from your lips, he almost scoffed at it, not even thinking you were capable of something of the sort.

But he kept his skepticism subdued, too distracted by your face as you leaned closer, running your hand over his brow as if to feel for yourself that he was alive, the sensors and monitor not enough.

“Are you okay?” He hummed out, still weak and searching for some moisture in his mouth.

Nodding, you grabbed for the canister on the floor and bringing it to his lips for a few small and relieving sips. “You don’t need to worry about me, I told you that.”

“And I told you that I love you,” He chuckled but that only brought back another surge of pain, “I think that overrides that.”

You smiled. It was small but it was there, and the things it did to him…

He almost forgot he was laying on a table instead of a bed.

“What’s going on?” He sighed, reluctantly turning to scan the bright room again.

Your smile fell as quickly as it rose. It had to be bad.

“They took the command center and they have the pilots tied up in the hanger…” His eyes clenched shut, furrowing his brow in frustration, but you continued on. “The General is in the command center, there’s no word yet.”

He shook his head. This wasn’t happening. No, this wasn’t right. He had been just been with Leia, she had just been convincing him to fix things with you, and now she was… No—

Sitting up even against the screams of protest from his muscles, he couldn’t lay down anymore. He kept shaking his head, you tried to push him down, but his own stubbornness was making a show now. This couldn’t be true—

“Poe, you can’t- lay back down-“ Your hand tightened on his, your other hand moving to his chest to try and put him back down but even in his weakness, he was pushing through it until he was sat upright.

“Where are we?”

You shook your head now. “Those of us capable have taken up in the cafeteria, we’re in a store room next to medical-“

“Who’ do we have, who took the command center, the first order?” He was frantic now, trying to get up against your grip.

The monitor was beeping just as frantically, loud enough for both of you to hear but Poe seemed indifferent towards it, still trying to fight.

You were much less dismissive of it. “You need to calm down.”

“You need to answer me-“

“Poe-“

“What’s going on-“

“Sit down and stop fighting me and I’ll tell you.” It got him to stop, the stern tone finally breaking him from his minor moment of madness. It brought him back just briefly.

Enough to realize he was out of breath just from sitting up. Enough to realize the harsh reality splayed out in the creases of your face. Enough to realize that things were bad and he wasn’t making it any better.

He let your grip on his hand ground him, and after a few breaths, he sat back and allowed you to keep him there.

“Babe, I just- I need to know what’s happening-”

“They call themselves the New Force, they’re some radical group, I don’t know much about them.” You further explained, relaxing your hold on his chest and instead, reaching up to rub at the pain brewing in your own head.

“They have the command center and the pilots?” He sighed and you nodded. “What do we have?”

“The engineers who found us, the medical staff, a lot of injured soldiers—medical is overflowing that’s why you’re here—and no one remotely close to a substantial rank.” He squeezed your hand again, trying to urge you on as the reality of it slowed you down. “The hanger is locked down, we can’t get out, we have no ships and no way to contact anyone off base…”

“Babe…”

“I’m glad you’re awake.” You broke out, shaking your head as your voice escaped your throat in a rasp. “I held you for two hours thinking you were dead and…”

He released your hand and grabbed your face gently, there were no tears, but your red eyes made him feel like maybe you had just cried them all out. He couldn’t imagine being in your place, holding you and not knowing if you were alive, watching you slip away—it hurt to even think about it.

“I’m here.” He sighed, leaning in to press a brief kiss to the side of your mouth and cheek. “We’re going to figure this out.’

If Leia was being held up in the command center and the pilots were tied up in the hanger, they would still be doing all they could to get out and fix things, and they were going to have to do the same.

“I’m sorry about all of this…” You sighed out, dropping your eyes from his but he kept his grip steady on the side of your face.

“You didn’t do this.”

You shook your head—

“If I wasn’t with you, babe, I would be in command or with the pilots, but I’m not. I’m here and we can fix this. This isn’t your fault.” He fought, holding tight until he got you to nod in agreement. “We can fix this.”

“Because you have hope?” You almost scoffed in his face, stubbornly meeting his stare only to roll your eyes.

He couldn’t blame you, if he had suffered through all you had, if he had to watch you fall away the same way you had watched him, if he had lived through finding out how bad things were in real time, maybe he would be as solemn as you were. But he couldn’t be.

Things were bad but they had to get better. He was free, the two of you and everyone else were free, you had to fight for Leia and the pilots who weren’t.

“Because I have you.” He fought, forcing a smile even if the pain in his heart was almost as bad as that in his arm. “And because we have to.”

This was the resistance pilot they put on posters, this was the smile that won over millions of hearts, this was the man you accidentally fell in love with.

And you had to believe him. What choice did you have given the alternative was the end of everything you worked so hard for?

You nodded and his smile became slightly more real.

“That was cute.” You tried to mock even if you didn’t have the heart for it and he laughed, stubbornly shaking his head.

“I hate you.”

The blip of the sensors disagreeed, his heart jumping with a rhythmic staccato.

“Get these kriffing sensors off me I swear—“ you interrupted his outburst with an all too short kiss.

A kiss which he would have preferred to last for centuries. But there was work to be done, he’d settle for the somewhat of an IOU of a kiss.

“Okay, let’s figure this out—“

#star wars #poe dameron x reader #star wars imagine #poe dameron #poe dameron imagine #poe x reader #angst #im so soft for these two

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