Daisies

Daisies

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Hanahaki!au)

Warnings: Blood, Somewhat graphic description of death, probably a shit ton of typos bc it's 3 am and I'm not ab to proofread this

Summary: You're so in love with Poe Dameron it's killing you. Literally.

A/N: this is half vent piece, half i've-wanted-to-write-this-for-a-while. also i changed how the disease "works" just a little bit for plot purposes.

You used to like daisies. That was before you were staring them down every few hours, hunched over the toilet, blood dripping from your cracked lips.

You used to like Poe Dameron. That was before he started killing you.

Then again, you guess you still did. That’s why you were in this situation, after all.

At first, you’d ignored the signs of what you’d hoped wasn’t love - swallowed your words, caught the butterflies in a net and tossed them outside.

But it was getting harder and harder to do so.

You didn’t have much longer. You could tell.

Leia could too.

She’d first approached you after you’d run out of a meeting to hurl up seeds and blooms, waiting outside your quarters for you with a painful expression of pity and concert written across her face. You wish she’d erased it and let you be.

But she wouldn’t - how could she? You were dying, right in front of her, refusing to take the help she offered.

To be fair, the help she was telling you to seek out would ruin you just the same as the thorns scratching at your lungs.

Getting that surgery and forgetting him would suffocate you more than any vines wrapped around your esophagus could.

You couldn’t do it. You knew you should. After all, this whole mess was your fault anyways. Catching feelings for your best friend wasn’t anyone else's fuck up but yours.

But you didn't think you’d be able to live with yourself if you let someone take the flowers out, and with them, any trace of Poe. The real problem is that you wouldn’t technically be living with yourself. Not anymore. You weren’t really yourself without him. That was what terrified you, what ate you up with guilt.

Because you knew he felt the same way.

Well, not the same way. But you knew that he relied on you, leaned on you.

And soon enough, he’d fall over. Because you'd be gone.

It was killing you. In more ways than one.

“Please, Lieutenant, just think about it,” the General pleads with you as the two of you walk to a debriefing meeting.

“I’ve thought about it,” you respond truthfully. You had. Still do. All the time. “I don’t like it.”

You go to enter the conference room, but her firm grip on your upper arm stops you. Hissing in pain, you whirl around, your angry expression fading as you meet her eyes. Were those tears?

“How do you think I like watching you wither away?”

You smile sadly at the irony of the sentence. It quickly fades as you process what she said. You truly hadn’t considered what this must look like to her. She must think you stubborn, too prideful to ask for help. Brash and inconsiderate.

“Don’t do that,” she says, tapping a finger to your forehead. “I don’t, and you know that. But I can’t say I understand why you won’t do it.”

“I just…” you trail off, silencing your thoughts as a group of runway techs pass by. Once they’ve cleared your vicinity, you continue, “It’s the same either way.”

“How so?” She isn’t mocking you. She’s asking, genuinely. Somehow, that’s worse.

“I die either way. Or at least, a part of me does. If I don’t get the surgery, I get more time with him - maybe a few months? It’ll still be me. If I...if I do get it, it won’t be me. Not really. It takes away all memories of him. I’ve known him for too long. I’ll be a completely different person, and the worst part is that I won’t even know.” you pause, eyes growing misty. “And neither will he. He won’t understand why I’m suddenly introducing myself to him like a new acquaintance.”

Leia’s eyes soften in understanding. “I see.” She pauses, taking your hand and covering it with her other one. “Well, I can’t tell you what to do, but-”

“Technically, you can. You outrank me. You outrank everyone.”

“Like you’ve ever really listened to anything I’ve said,” she quips, her words tugging the corners of your mouth upward slightly. “But I think you should reconsider. Or, you know…” she gestures vaguely, and a knot ties itself in your stomach.

“I can’t do that. He’s…” you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. “If he outright says he doesn’t, I’ll collapse right there. I can’t let him see that.”

Leia’s heart hurts for you. You shouldn’t be dealing with this. Not as young as you are. Not as bright as your future was.

She doesn’t say anything else, just nods in concession and follows you inside. She notes how Poe hopefully looks at you, and how you purposefully avoid his eyes. The upset on his face is clear as glass.

It happened on a Tuesday.

You’d collapsed in your quarters, drowning as one of the thorns punctured a lung and it filled with blood.

Poe found you.

You wish he hadn’t. It would’ve been easier.

But things never really did go your way, did they?

tags: @bucky-j-barnes @beydameron @staarshines

A Wrench In the Gears

Pairing: Poe Dameron & Lesbian!Best friend!reader, background Rose Tico x reader (mentioned)

Summary: You've been wanting to tell Poe something for a while, and you finally get the courage to do it.

aka reader comes out to poe and he's the best friend ever

Word Count: 826

Warnings: Brief mentions of homophobia

A/N: I'm back!! tysm for being patient! decided to write this bc there's like zero fics like this for poe and my lesbian ass is TIRED anyways ily mwah happy reading

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You shove your hands into your pockets, doing your best to quell your nerves. Shit like this is never easy, but you want to do it. You really do.

It’s just hard.

Today was quiet. Fixing up Black One with Poe in the hangar while the two of you waited for the other half of your friends - Rey and Finn - to come back from a supply run had been a nice reprieve from how hectic life on base has been recently. Everything had been going smoothly until Rose had come over to offer her help and you’d, well, panicked. Let’s just say you dropped a not-so-light wrench on your foot and had to go to med bay.

Poe had been on your ass for the rest of the day, making you rest and pestering you about what had happened. You simply brushed him off throughout the course of his multiple attempts, laughing off his questions with a nervous heat in your cheeks and then dashing off with some excuse or the other.

Needless to say, your best friend didn’t take kindly to being ignored. You’d gone to ask him for the name of a ship part to put on an order list and he’d taken your datapad from you, scribbled it down, then stalked off, leaving you feeling guilty and upset with yourself.

He’d avoided you the rest of the day.

Standing outside of his quarters now, you take a deep breath. Your nerves make your stomach churn, and you try not to turn on your heel and bolt in the opposite direction.

Finally, you drum up the courage to knock, using the pattern the two of you had established to signify if one of you needed something important.

There’s a long moment of quiet before you hear a faint “Come in”.

Poe’s sitting at his desk, fiddling with a flap of metal and some bolts, tools littered across the flat expanse below his hands.

“Hey,” you say quietly, flinching slightly as his cold gaze meets your wary one. Sitting down on his bed, you kick off your shoes and then curl your feet under you. “Can we talk? About today?”

Poe takes a moment to think, before nodding reluctantly and setting down the scraps. He turns his chair around to face you, then sits back down.

“Sure. I’ll start. What the hell?”

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, pulling one of his extra blankets into your lap, threading your fingers in between the gaps between the strands of yarn. “I, uh…” trailing off, you guiltily meet his eyes, sighing. He raises his eyebrows, the coldness in his features slowly melting as he realizes there’s something troubling you.

“Is everything ok?” he asks, standing up and walking across the room to stand in front of you. He crouches down so he’s at your eye level, taking one of your hands.

“Yeah,” you say, nodding. “Well, sort of? I just need to explain why I acted the way I did. This is gonna be a lot easier for me if you just let me finish and don’t interrupt, ok? Just...yeah.”

“Sure,” he says, squeezing your hand. You offer him a weak smile.

“So, I hurt my foot because I dropped that tool on it.” Poe nods, remembering. “It was because Rose came over. It caught me a bit off guard, because, well…” Tears begin welling up in your eyes as your anxiety gets the better of you. “I may or may not have feelings for her. I have for a while. I don’t...I like women. Not men. And I didn’t know how you would feel about it, and I’m sorry for not telling you, but I just wasn’t- I wasn’t ready to tell anyone. But yeah, I guess that’s it. I’m sorry.”

You’re shocked to find Poe smiling at you when you finally meet his gaze again.

“You aren’t...upset?” you ask, confused. Poe looks taken aback.

“Of course not. Who you love doesn’t change anything about how I think about you. You’re still you. Hell, you’re more you. I love you so much, nothing could ever change that, ok?” he says, and you start crying in earnest. He panics, eyes widening. “Shit, did I say something wrong, I’m so s-”

“No, Poe, I just- I’m relieved,” you choke out, smiling tearfully at him.

“Aw, c’mere,” he says, sitting down next to you and opening his arms. You bury your face in his neck, and he wraps you in a tight hug, rubbing comforting circles on your back for as long as it takes for you to calm down.

“You’re a really good friend,” you say as you pull away after several minutes, smiling at him. He does a happy little shoulder dance.

“Duh.”

“It’s no fun if you agree with the compliment,” you groan, punching his shoulder playfully.

“It’s fun for me,” he points out, giving you a shit-eating grin.

“Fuck you.”

“Love you too.”

tags: @staarshines @bucky-j-barnes @beydameron @obiwns

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Quack fic (Poe Dameron x GN reader)

Summary: you and Poe have a hilarious, completely wholesome disagreement while repairing the Falcon. Nothing but fluff here!

Author’s note: another little thing from my drafts. I don’t know why this exists, there’s no need. But here, have a cutesy wholesome Poe blurb, just because 😆

Gif by @pedropascals ☺️

“Duct-tape,” you repeat, furrowing your brow at Poe as you stand opposite him in the interior of the Falcon.

“Duck-tape,” Poe mirrors, in confusion, a knot in his brow too. To him, you are saying the same thing.

Leia has tasked the two of you with making some quick patches to the Falcon, before Rey takes it on a mission. The Resistance is low on supplies, and in lieu of anything else, duct-tape can work wonders. Or, it would, if you could agree on what it was called long enough to get anything done. 

“No, baby,” you fondly shake your head, brandishing your roll in your hand and waving it around to punctuate your point. “DUCT. TAPE,” you enunciate, a prolonged space between the words, and Poe looks even more adorably confused.

Then, he swallows uncertainly, looking like the foundations of his reality are shaken; and like he’s not happy about it at all.

Keep reading

A Wrench In the Gears

Pairing: Poe Dameron & Lesbian!Best friend!reader, background Rose Tico x reader (mentioned)

Summary: You've been wanting to tell Poe something for a while, and you finally get the courage to do it.

aka reader comes out to poe and he's the best friend ever

Word Count: 826

Warnings: Brief mentions of homophobia

A/N: I'm back!! tysm for being patient! decided to write this bc there's like zero fics like this for poe and my lesbian ass is TIRED anyways ily mwah happy reading

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You shove your hands into your pockets, doing your best to quell your nerves. Shit like this is never easy, but you want to do it. You really do.

It’s just hard.

Today was quiet. Fixing up Black One with Poe in the hangar while the two of you waited for the other half of your friends - Rey and Finn - to come back from a supply run had been a nice reprieve from how hectic life on base has been recently. Everything had been going smoothly until Rose had come over to offer her help and you’d, well, panicked. Let’s just say you dropped a not-so-light wrench on your foot and had to go to med bay.

Poe had been on your ass for the rest of the day, making you rest and pestering you about what had happened. You simply brushed him off throughout the course of his multiple attempts, laughing off his questions with a nervous heat in your cheeks and then dashing off with some excuse or the other.

Needless to say, your best friend didn’t take kindly to being ignored. You’d gone to ask him for the name of a ship part to put on an order list and he’d taken your datapad from you, scribbled it down, then stalked off, leaving you feeling guilty and upset with yourself.

He’d avoided you the rest of the day.

Standing outside of his quarters now, you take a deep breath. Your nerves make your stomach churn, and you try not to turn on your heel and bolt in the opposite direction.

Finally, you drum up the courage to knock, using the pattern the two of you had established to signify if one of you needed something important.

There’s a long moment of quiet before you hear a faint “Come in”.

Poe’s sitting at his desk, fiddling with a flap of metal and some bolts, tools littered across the flat expanse below his hands.

“Hey,” you say quietly, flinching slightly as his cold gaze meets your wary one. Sitting down on his bed, you kick off your shoes and then curl your feet under you. “Can we talk? About today?”

Poe takes a moment to think, before nodding reluctantly and setting down the scraps. He turns his chair around to face you, then sits back down.

“Sure. I’ll start. What the hell?”

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, pulling one of his extra blankets into your lap, threading your fingers in between the gaps between the strands of yarn. “I, uh…” trailing off, you guiltily meet his eyes, sighing. He raises his eyebrows, the coldness in his features slowly melting as he realizes there’s something troubling you.

“Is everything ok?” he asks, standing up and walking across the room to stand in front of you. He crouches down so he’s at your eye level, taking one of your hands.

“Yeah,” you say, nodding. “Well, sort of? I just need to explain why I acted the way I did. This is gonna be a lot easier for me if you just let me finish and don’t interrupt, ok? Just...yeah.”

“Sure,” he says, squeezing your hand. You offer him a weak smile.

“So, I hurt my foot because I dropped that tool on it.” Poe nods, remembering. “It was because Rose came over. It caught me a bit off guard, because, well…” Tears begin welling up in your eyes as your anxiety gets the better of you. “I may or may not have feelings for her. I have for a while. I don’t...I like women. Not men. And I didn’t know how you would feel about it, and I’m sorry for not telling you, but I just wasn’t- I wasn’t ready to tell anyone. But yeah, I guess that’s it. I’m sorry.”

You’re shocked to find Poe smiling at you when you finally meet his gaze again.

“You aren’t...upset?” you ask, confused. Poe looks taken aback.

“Of course not. Who you love doesn’t change anything about how I think about you. You’re still you. Hell, you’re more you. I love you so much, nothing could ever change that, ok?” he says, and you start crying in earnest. He panics, eyes widening. “Shit, did I say something wrong, I’m so s-”

“No, Poe, I just- I’m relieved,” you choke out, smiling tearfully at him.

“Aw, c’mere,” he says, sitting down next to you and opening his arms. You bury your face in his neck, and he wraps you in a tight hug, rubbing comforting circles on your back for as long as it takes for you to calm down.

“You’re a really good friend,” you say as you pull away after several minutes, smiling at him. He does a happy little shoulder dance.

“Duh.”

“It’s no fun if you agree with the compliment,” you groan, punching his shoulder playfully.

“It’s fun for me,” he points out, giving you a shit-eating grin.

“Fuck you.”

“Love you too.”

tags: @staarshines @bucky-j-barnes @beydameron @obiwns

* if your @ isn't underlined/highlighted, i can't tag you *

Poe wanted to paint him all orange and make him a pumpkin, but he insisted on being a ghost this year 👻

Daisies

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Hanahaki!au)

Warnings: Blood, Somewhat graphic description of death, probably a shit ton of typos bc it's 3 am and I'm not ab to proofread this

Summary: You're so in love with Poe Dameron it's killing you. Literally.

A/N: this is half vent piece, half i've-wanted-to-write-this-for-a-while. also i changed how the disease "works" just a little bit for plot purposes.

You used to like daisies. That was before you were staring them down every few hours, leaned over the sink, blood dripping from your cracked lips.

You used to like Poe Dameron. That was before he started killing you.

Then again, you guess you still did. That’s why you were in this situation, after all.

At first, you’d ignored the signs of what you’d hoped wasn’t love - swallowed your words, caught the butterflies in a net and tossed them outside.

But it was getting harder and harder to do so.

You didn’t have much longer. You could tell.

Leia could too.

She’d first approached you after you’d run out of a meeting to hurl up seeds and blooms, waiting outside your quarters for you with a painful expression of pity and concern written across her face. You wish she’d erased it and just let you be.

But she wouldn’t - how could she? You were dying, right in front of her, refusing to take the help she offered.

To be fair, the help she was telling you to seek out would ruin you just the same as the thorns scratching at your lungs.

Getting that surgery and forgetting him would suffocate you more than any vines wrapped around your esophagus could.

You couldn’t do it. You knew you should. After all, this whole mess was your fault anyways. Catching feelings for your best friend wasn’t anyone else's fuck up but yours.

But you didn't think you’d be able to live with yourself if you let someone take the flowers out, and with them, any trace of Poe. The real problem is that you wouldn’t technically be living with yourself. Not anymore. You weren’t really yourself without him. That was what terrified you, what ate you up with guilt.

Because you knew he felt the same way.

Well, not the same way. But you knew that he relied on you, leaned on you.

And soon enough, he’d fall over. Because you'd be gone.

It was killing you. In more ways than one.

“Please, Lieutenant, just think about it,” the General pleads with you as the two of you walk to a debriefing meeting.

“I’ve thought about it,” you respond truthfully. You had. Still do. All the time. “I don’t like it.”

You go to enter the conference room, but her firm grip on your upper arm stops you. Hissing in pain, you whirl around, your angry expression fading as you meet her eyes. Were those tears?

“How do you think I like watching you wither away?”

You smile sadly at the irony of the sentence. It quickly fades as you process what she said. You truly hadn’t considered what this must look like to her. She must think you stubborn, too prideful to ask for help. Brash and inconsiderate.

“Don’t do that,” she says, tapping a finger to your forehead. “I don’t, and you know that. But I can’t say I understand why you won’t do it.”

“I just…” you trail off, silencing your thoughts as a group of runway techs pass by. Once they’ve cleared your vicinity, you continue, “It’s the same either way.”

“How so?” She isn’t mocking you. She’s asking, genuinely. Somehow, that’s worse.

“I die either way. Or at least, a part of me does. If I don’t get the surgery, I get more time with him - maybe a few months? It’ll still be me. If I...if I do get it, it won’t be me. Not really. It takes away all memories of him. I’ve known him for too long. I’ll be a completely different person, and the worst part is that I won’t even know.” you pause, eyes growing misty. “And neither will he. He won’t understand why I’m suddenly introducing myself to him like a new acquaintance.”

Leia’s eyes soften in understanding. “I see.” She pauses, taking your hand and covering it with her other one. “Well, I can’t tell you what to do, but-”

“Technically, you can. You outrank me. You outrank everyone.”

“Like you’ve ever really listened to anything I’ve said,” she quips, her words tugging the corners of your mouth upward slightly. “But I think you should reconsider. Or, you know…” she gestures vaguely, and a knot ties itself in your stomach.

“I can’t do that. He’s…” you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. “If he outright says he doesn’t, I’ll collapse right there. I can’t let him see that.”

Leia’s heart hurts for you. You shouldn’t be dealing with this. Not as young as you are. Not as bright as your future was.

She doesn’t say anything else, just nods in concession and follows you inside. She notes how Poe hopefully looks at you, and how you purposefully avoid his eyes. The upset on his face is clear as glass.

It happened on a Tuesday.

You’d collapsed in your quarters, drowning as one of the thorns punctured a lung and it filled with blood.

Poe found you.

You wish he hadn’t. It would’ve been easier.

But things never really did go your way, did they?

tags: @bucky-j-barnes @beydameron @staarshines