Hey guys! Sorry for the late update! I know it's short, the next one will be longer I'm just tired today. Please don't be mad at me. I have just been having writers block along with trying to find motivation to keep writing. But I'm back so feel free to comment and vote! Enjoy!
Your POV:
Toss. Turn. Toss. You had been like this since you laid down to go to sleep no position you tried felt comfortable abd your body couldn't decide if it was hot or cold. So your night was just going great. Turn. Toss. Turn. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips as you turn again in your attempts to get comfortable. No luck, you were still uncomfortable. So you laid there and began thinking of ways to fall asleep but got nothing. After a while laying down just got too boring so you decided to wake up the sleeping pilot next to you. "Poe. Poe wake up. C'mon Poe wake up." You whispered as you shook his shoulders. "Mm? Wha? (Y/N)? You okay tiger? Bad dream?" He asked in a husky, sleepy tone. "I'm fine. I just can't sleep is all. Got any ideas?" You watched him as he sat up and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Hmm...I have an idea." A smile crossing his lips as he said the words. You didn't even have time to ask a question before he pulled you into his arms and held you until he saw your sleeping figure in his arms. He smiled watching you sleep for a few minutes before finally falling back asleep himself.
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Poe Dameron Imagines
CasualeJust a little tribute to the best (& hottest) damn pilot in the resistance.