Imagine: Poe getting drunk and trying to express his feelings for you
For anon… Enjoy!
The mission to blow up Starkiller base was only just days away. The air around the Rebel Base was incredibly still and painstakingly tense. General Leia spent all of her time in the control room, trying to organize exactly how each troop and fleet will assemble and fight. It was strenuous work, seeing as how you were one of several who were constantly being ordered around by her. Day and night she worked and you listened and worked alongside her. Leia was almost always on the brink of tears and her hands shook horribly to the point where she could barely hold a cup of water.
You felt terrible for her.
Two days before the massive attack, you snuck down into the cafe late in the night to grab a quick coffee. Only one light was on and not a soul was in sight. You grabbed a small cup and went over to the coffee machine, jamming your thumb against power button. It whirred to life noisily.
Suddenly, there was a thump in the dark corner of the room. You spun around to see Poe Dameron making his way over to you sloppily, a massive grin across his face.
“Y/N!” He shouted, even though you were only a few yards away from him. “Y/N, hi, it’s me!”
You gave him a small smile.
“Hi Poe.” You replied, holding out a hand to him as he almost tripped and fell over a table leg. The commander grabbed on to it clumsily, laughing slightly as he did so.
“Th-thank you.” He stuttered, leaning against the counter next to you. You smiled.
“How much did you drink, Poe?” You asked, smelling the alcohol on his breath. The pilot smirked and shook his head.
“Onl- a few.” He slurred before hiccuping. You chuckled, whacking your hand on top of the coffee machine.
“This thing never works.” You muttered, leaning against the counter alongside Poe. The pilot reached over you to grab for the coffee machine.
“Here, lemme fix it.” He said but you gently pushed him away.
“No, it’s fine. Somebody else will come and fix it.” You murmured, giving him a small smile.
Poe stared at you for a second, a funny smile crinkling his cheeks.
“You, um, look very pretty tonight.” He stammered, trying to nonchalantly lean beside you.
Your cheeks suddenly started to burn and you looked at the floor, kicking at it with your heels.
“Um, thanks.” You said quietly, looking back up at him. Poe was looking at you more intently now but you could see the embarrassment in his eyes.
“Hey, listen,” He said, regaining some steadiness in his voice, “I’ve really… liked you for a long time but I’ve been too scared to tell you. Now that I’m going on a suicide mission to blow up the First Order’s massive base, I-I thought you should know.”
“Poe don’t talk like that.” You whispered. The pilot turned his head.
“Like you’re not coming back.”
He smiled at you again, a strand of black hair falling on his forehead.
“It would be heroic if I didn’t though, wouldn’t it? I’d be like, a war hero or something.”
You looked at your feet and Poe noticed almost instantly, despite his senses being somewhat numb. His hand brushed against your shoulder.
“I’ll come back.” He whispered, trying to catch your eye. You craned your head to look at him and suddenly he was leaning closer to you, his eyes closing.
You placed a hand on his chest.
“Poe,” You started, “I’m sorry but, anyone a mile away could smell the alcohol on your breath.
The commander retreated away from you instantly, his cheeks starting to redden for the first time.
“Uh, yeah, sorry.” He muttered, backing away from you and scratching the back of his head.
You smiled at him.
“But… we can pick up where we left off tomorrow.”