Star Wars Oneshots

You're In Bad Shape - Pt 1 (Poe Dameron x Reader)

A/N: This is part of a mini-series of oneshots, enjoy

When Poe was woken up in the middle of the night by a call from Finn, he wasn't sure what he was expecting, but this wasn't it. 

"Y/N is crying in the corner of the party right now - she's really messed up and she has a black eye. Can you come get her?" 

Of course, Poe had wasted no time getting out of bed and heading to where the party was going on. He had left early, having gotten a headache, and when he left, you had been just fine. You were maybe two shots in, and doing great the last time he saw you. If Poe was recalling correctly, you had been hanging out with - oh fuck. He started running. Finn found Poe before Poe found you, and Finn directed him to where you sat, hyperventilating in the corner. 

"Y/N? Sweetheart, how're you doing?" He asked, crouched down next to you. You looked up at him, gasping for breath, shaking your head. Poe slowly moved a hand to your knee, making sure that you saw him doing it, though you still jumped at the contact. He inspected your eyes, and noted how blown your pupils were despite the tears streaming down your face, and he knew he was too late. "You're going to be okay, sweetheart, I just need you to try and relax, alright? You're safe. I know your brain is playing tricks on you right now, but you're going to be just fine." He assured you before turning to Finn. 

"How much did she drink?" 

"She was on her fifth round of shots the last I saw her. I think someone gave her-"

"Spice - yeah, I know. I can tell." Poe sighed. "I'm taking her back to my quarters. Thanks for calling me." He turned back to you - and Poe felt his heart seize up a bit at how terrified you looked as you were starring off at nothing. 

"Y/N? You with us?" He asked, getting your attention back on him. "I'm going to pick you up and take you to bed, okay?" 

"O-Oka-ay." You stuttered out, and your entire body warmed up at his touch. You had been so damn cold. Halfway there, you had fallen asleep, only to awaken when he laid you on his bed, which was still warm from where he had been sleeping. Half-awake and dazed, you nuzzled into the warmth and felt your eyelids drooping once more. You heard Poe sigh from above you, sitting next to you on the bed and brushing some hair out of your face. 

"Can't leave you alone for five minutes, can I?" He sort of laughed as he spoke, shaking his head. You were the last person on this base Poe had expected to find spiced out in the corner. It seemed whenever he wasn't around, things went wrong for you. You were constantly getting into petty arguments with people much larger than you, and Poe would wind up stepping in, trying to diffuse the situation. Mostly, that worked - though he had gotten in several fights for you for the same reason. 

"Sorry." You stuttered, sounding like you were about to cry. 

"That's alright, at least that means you're stuck with me." He smiled. 

Over the course of your high, you woke up twice seeing things, and clinging to Poe for dear life as your eyes betrayed you. You had to get up to puke once - and had made it to the bin, thank gods - and finally, hours later, you began to feel the positive effects. This resulted in you getting clingy and overly affectionate towards Poe, who allowed you to cuddle him, and say all the sweet nonsense that flooded your brain, while being sure to toss you just as many compliments. He wouldn't let you kiss him on the lips, or any of the other activities your mind had wondered to, because he didn't want you to regret anything. 

"Try again when you're sober, sweetheart," Poe chuckled at the last of your attempts. "I promise I'll do whatever you want, when you sober up."