#tw:grief

[jaal-ama-daravv]

a personal note- I'll keep this post for the comments the lovely people have made ❤️

[stories4eve]

Hi guys, um life has fucked me over and I'm sick, but also I'm dealing with some sort of grief. My ex passed away two weeks ago, and I wasn't aware up until last night. There is alot going through my mind right now. We weren't on good terms when he passed, but he was still someone who was my friend at some point. I made this post to update you guys on how I'm doing as a person, but I also wanted to make this post as a warning and a message towards those who think about ending their life.

To those who are struggling, please do not be afraid to reach out. You are loved by somebody around you. You live in their memories, you are a part of somebody, and even if you feel like you are alone, you aren't. Keep pushing forward. I know it can be hard, but think about who you leave behind, who you impact by taking your own life. Think about the life ahead of you. Living is never easy, but there will be something that is worth it in the end. I know this has been said a million times, but it's true. My ex will live in my memories forever. The pictures I have of me and him together now sit there as reminders of what the world lost. I may not have liked him, but he was my friend at some point. I feel odd. His death prevents me from getting closure on our relationship. I don’t think I ever will get closure. There's a part of me that feels guilty for not reaching out to him, that maybe I could've atleast said something before he ended it all. So think about how the people around you would feel if you did, think about everyone you have ever loved, and consider them. Remember who you had and who you have.

To the people, the family, the friends, the lovers hell just anyone, I beg of you reach out and check in on your loved ones. Be there. Be present. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. Let this post, if it ever comes your way, be a reminder to check in on who you love. I know it will be difficult and different for everyone, but just do it. It will make all the more of a difference if you do. You change people's lives by being there with them, always remember that.

Finally, remember that I love you all, remember that you are not alone in the journey you are facing. There is so much I want to say, but it is so hard to articulate into words. There is not one word that can describe how I feel right now, but I pray that none of you will ever get to feel this way. I love you all so very much, so please take care of yourselves.

[coffeeandbowtieswrites]

Between Signals

SUMMARY: Benji's looking after Luther in London and Luther knows he's neglecting himself; he decides it's time for a chat.

PAIRING: Benji & Luther being the wonderful friends they are

ADDITIONAL: Again, not sure on whether to pop this on AO3, in the meantime I hope you enjoy. There are spoilers for Dead Reckoning and Final Reckoning in here. Themes of grief, death etc. Please do let me know what you think.

“We should talk.”

“What’s up? Are you in pain? I thought she upped your meds? She gave you enough to knock out a rhino! Well, almost. But still, I can sort something else out. There’ll be something in here.” Benji rummaged through the bag on top of his desk, glass clinking softly as he flicked past the many vials within.

“Benji, I’m fine. I can’t feel a damn thing, okay? I just meant we need to talk. About you.”

“Me?” He looked up, blinking in surprise. “Luther, of all the people we should be talking about right now, I’m probably last on the list.” He shook his head, turning back to the bag to make sure everything was back in its proper place. He needed to be able to get to things quickly, just in case.

“I know you’re not sleeping.” Benji’s hand stilled in the bag, his gaze dropping to the contents. “And you’re not eating properly. You’re not taking care of yourself.”

“Well - kind of focused on taking care of you, mate,” he tried to brush the concern off, “Promise I’m getting my 5-a-day - crisps count if they’re potato-based, right?” He paused, “Sleep’s just a bit harder to come by, but nothing new there.” He shot a lopsided smile at his friend. “Besides I’m not the one on doctor’s orders to rest.”

Luther shook his head, holding Benji’s gaze. He felt like he was under a microscope - Luther wasn’t quite as good as Ethan at reading him, but he came pretty close. Benji had worked hard to hide the worst parts of himself from them both, but over the years they’d both found ways of sneaking past his defences. They’d settled in his heart - both too stubborn to leave and he’d let them. Stupid really.

“Don’t try and change the subject.” The admonishment made him purse his lips and turn back to the bag. To be fair to Luther he was right. Benji couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a good night’s sleep, or eaten a proper meal. Before the Entity most likely. Even he’d noticed how his clothes were starting to hang off him, or the bags under his eyes, or the deeper lines etched into his face. Exhaustion had become a constant companion now.

A rumbling broke the silence between them as a train passed by somewhere in the distance. It had been almost two months since he’d come back to London, almost two months since Ethan had disappeared with the key, nearly two months since he’d found Luther and helped to arrange this little hideout. Nearly two months of practically living down here with Luther so he could make sure he had everything he needed; so he could take care of him. 

“I’m not, I’m just saying - you should be resting. Keep your strength up. So you can get better.” He kept his voice light, but something in his gut twisted at his last word. 

“Benji, we both know I’m -” 

“Doctors can be wrong, Luther,” he snapped, “They don’t know everything.” It had been all he’d been clinging onto ever since Luther had confided in him, because he wasn’t ready to lose him. It was why he was here, watching him, helping him. Because maybe, just maybe the diagnosis was wrong and he could play a part in getting Luther through this. So they could stick together. 

“You’re doing it again.” Luther tilted his head ever so slightly, pinning Benji with a look. He knew all of Benji’s tricks to avoid these sorts of conversations, and Luther could be like a dog with a bone when he wanted to be. But Benji could see the exhaustion beginning to creep in after his treatment, especially in the slight slump of his shoulders. 

“Luther, I’m fine. I swear,” he spread his hands, offering him what he hoped was a reassuring smile and holding his gaze, “I’m the one meant to be worrying about you, okay?” He lowered his hands, “I’m not going to let Ethan or you down.” He stepped forwards towards the small bed they’d set up, placing a hand on Luther’s shoulder to guide him into lying down. His eyelids were already beginning to droop. 

“You never could.” Benji froze, his breath stuttering in his chest. His brain knew it was a lie but his heart…it clutched at the words, desperate for them to be real. He turned to grab a blanket off the nearby chair, just to give him a moment before he had to respond. 

He’d spent his whole life wanting to belong, desperate to prove himself to people, to prove to them and himself that he wasn’t useless. When he’d found Ethan, then Luther he’d found family. He’d found people who were prepared to deal with his nervous chatter, his wild leaps…just him. All those years ago when he’d joined the IMF he’d hoped it’d be a new start, but he’d never expected to find himself here. 

He shook his head as he turned back to the bed and draped the blanket over Luther, tucking in the edges carefully around his feet. He smoothed a hand across the fabric, gathering his emotions together before he looked up at Luther. He shot his friend a small, sad smile. 

“Get some rest. You can tell me off when you wake up. Deal?” Luther chuckled, but his eyes were already closed.

“Deal.” His voice was quiet, weak and it sent a pang of fear through Benji’s chest. Of course he knew the diagnosis - he’d been the one who’d organised the additional appointments. He’d forced Luther into a third opinion. When everyone had seemed to agree he’d done his research - he’d bought and borrowed every book and journal he could think of, not wanting to give the Entity any more ammunition by conducting anything online. 

He gave Luther his space during treatment, only returning when the nurse was packing up, but she always gave him a rundown after - when Luther was curled on his side, pain wracking his body. Benji knew all the side effects of the treatment, had every possible medication to try and alleviate them. As well as all the ones to make…to make the end as peaceful as possible. 

Fuck.

He bit his lip, still stood over Luther as his gaze slid down to his friend’s chest. He watched the gentle rise and fall as though desperate for proof he was still here and alive. 

Nearly two months of this routine - of watching Luther as he fell asleep, errified that this would be the time he wouldn’t wake. 

He brushed a stray tear that had begun to slide down his cheek angrily. He knew he needed to stop his thoughts spiralling this way, but it was bloody hard. Gently, careful not to wake Luther, he squeezed his shoulder and headed back to his desk. He deposited the medicine bag back on the floor before he settled in his chair.

Two months now of wondering where Ethan was. Of fear that Ethan wouldn’t get here in time to say…what? Goodbye? His gaze turned to the radio at his side, on and ready to pick up any sign. Ethan would reach out soon, he was sure of it, and Benji’d be ready when he did. Just like he always was. But for now there was only static, familiar and uneasy. Until it was broken by a soft snore. He chuckled, glancing back at the bed where Luther slept. No matter what Luther said this was where he needed to be, he wasn’t about to leave him on his own, not if he had anything to say about it.

And when Ethan called, Benji would be ready. Just as he always was.

[animeomegas]

MY FELLOW ANON ARE VIOLATING MY EMOTIONS TODAY 😂 god I’m acc crying. Your writing is amazing. I’m gonna combat the sadness with a wholesome thing of them finding a pup in a bin (or something) a few months after the loss of the first pup (Neji is currently shut down entirely) is like “lol gimme”. Proceeds to take the pup home, put it in his nest scent the lil bean (gender is your choice) and just be like “yeah this mine now”. Any nay sayers are ignored bc it’s still his baby (maybe almost like his pup reincarnated 👀👀) regardless of how baby was obtained. Idk I just think my guy needs some positivity after life kicking the ever loving shit out of him

This is beautiful and you’re right, Neji deserves the world, but I’ll settle with a quiet life and some happiness for my boy!

Okay, so things haven’t been…good with Neji since you had to let your pup die to save him.

It has been two months and still he lays in his nest every day, sometimes crying, sometimes whining, but mostly just staring at nothing. He had incorporated a bunch of baby stuff (blankets, toys etc.) into his nest before he went to the hospital, in order to make his pup feel more at home in the nest when he was supposed to bring them back. You had tried to take them out to stop him having to be confronted with what happened in his safe space, but Neji almost attacked you for doing so, so you let him keep them.

But it’s very concerning when he spends hours at a time just stroking the pup's blankets and staring at nothing.

So, you decide to take Neji on a walk to get him out of the house. It would be his first time leaving the house since the funeral.

You go at night time, because Neji is still refusing any contact with anyone he knows and this way he’s less likely to be confronted when he isn’t ready for it. To make extra sure that you can be alone, you decide to walk around the edge of the woods around one of the quieter training grounds.

Neji doesn’t speak much, but he doesn’t whine or cry either, and the night air brings a little colour to his cheeks, and you’re so happy at the small improvements. It doesn’t matter how long it ends up taking him to feel better, you’ll be here with him the whole way.

…

“I was thinking about cooking something special next week,” you make idle conversation, not expecting Neji to reply. “It’s our anniversary after all, do you have any preference?”

Neji stops walking suddenly. His shoulders are tense.

“Neji?”

He hushes you harshly.

“I can hear…”

Without another word of warning, Neji makes his way a little further into the trees. You follow him, confused and worried.

“Byakugan!” he calls, scanning the area. He gasps as he scans over a nearby bush and immediately he drops to his knees beside it.

“Neji?” you ask, now more than a little concerned. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You watch as Neji pulls something out of the bush. He turns around with a bundle in his arms.

“It’s a pup,” Neji says, obviously shocked. You can’t blame him, you’re feeling more than a little shocked yourself. What on earth was a pup doing out here? “They’re freezing. Give me your jacket.”

Without hesitance, you quickly slip your jacket of and hand it to Neji who promptly bundles up the pup in it and brings them to his chest. The pup is making small whimpering noises that had been almost impossible to hear over the wind. Neji must have hear them, thank goodness.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Neji coos to the pup. “You’re safe now, I'll take you home and make it better, I promise.”

“We need to get them to the hospital asap," you say, shaking your head. "They must be freezing and they look underweight as well. We’re not mednin, Neji.”

“Our home is closer.”

“Neji…”

“We need to make sure they’re warm,” he argues. “We can bring them home and alert a medic to make a home visit.”

You look at the earnest look on his face and know that he won’t back down, and now isn’t a time for arguments anyway.

“Okay,” you swallow nervously. “We’ll bring them home.”

…

You bring the pup back to your home and before you can protest, Neji brings them into his nest with a mumbled ‘they’ll be warm in there’.

Neji bundles himself and the pup up in the corner of the nest, turning on a little heater beside him, and tucking the pup into his shirt to share body warmth.

“We’ll get you nice and warm, it’s okay, you’re safe, I won’t let anyone harm you,” he whispers while stroking their cheek with a finger. The pup wriggles around, already looking more energetic, and starts mouthing at Neji’s chest.

“Are you hungry?” Neji laughs softly before turning to you. “Go and heat up a bottle for the pup, all the supplies are in the… the nursery.”

You nod dumbly and do as you’re asked, astounded at how much life is in Neji’s eyes. It’s the most life you’ve seen from him in months. But you can’t help but worry. What if Neji gets attached and you can’t keep the pup? Of course, you want nothing more than to keep the baby, it almost seems too good to be true that she literally fell into both your lives at this trying time, but what if it is too good to be true? What if they’re sick? Or their parents are looking for them? Or… something else. Neji doesn’t deserve another heartbreak, and you don’t want to destroy the small amount of progress he’s made in the last month.

But for now, all you can do is heat up the bottle.

…

“Here, it’s a good temperature, I already checked,” you pass Neji the bottle. He checks it again anyway and you can’t help but smile at how overprotective and parental he's being. It's so bittersweet to see him like this.

“Here you go sweetheart, just for you,” Neji smiles, cradling the pup as they latch onto the bottle with fervour. “Shh, shh, shh, slow down, it’s not going anywhere.”

Neji feeds the pup and then burps them, and you pretend you can’t see him smiling when he notices that they are starting to smell like him. You need to know you can keep her before you let him get even more attached.

“I’m going to send a clone for a medic, now.”

The room became tense all at once.

“They’re fine, I’m looking after them,” Neji protests.

“I know, and you’re doing a good job, but we still need a medic, Neji.”

Neji holds the pup more tightly to his chest, tucking an extra blanket around them. He's using the special blanket you had got commissioned for your pup. You can feel your heart break at the sight. He's already attached. Now you just have to hope you can keep them. For his sake.

“I don’t want them to take the pup away like last time,” Neji admits softly. "I can look after them, I won't let anything happen like last time, I promise. They'll be safe, we don't need a medic."

“We need to know their primary and secondary gender, omega, and we need to make sure they aren’t sick after being left in the woods…”

Neji hesitates but nods his consent in the end after you explain that your pup could become ill if left untreated. You don’t tell him that you are also sending a clone to the Hokage. Naruto will be able to grant you and Neji the right to keep the pup, and you hope that as Neji’s friend, he’ll be able to see how much he needs this.

…

You have to move Neji and the pup downstairs to wait for the medic, because Neji would not appreciate someone unknown seeing his nest he made for his pup. He’s not expecting Naruto to show up as well so you go to the door to intercept and prep them both.

“Thank you so much for coming, Naruto, I can’t tell you how much this means to me and Neji,” you say, hugging him as he walks through the door.

“I’m going to do everything I can,” he promises. “If the medic finds signs of long-term neglect, I can take the parental rights away from the biological parents straight away, even if I don't know who they are, and transfer you the rights.”

Your face visibly brightens, but Naruto continues.

“But if the only injuries are from laying in the forest for a few hours, I’ll have to try and find the parents first, because the child may have been taken from them by force, when the pup was otherwise a healthy baby being looked after sufficiently. In that circumstance, I’ll have to take the child back with me and put them in foster care until a three-month window has passed. And if the parents are found…”

“I know,” you sigh. “Let’s just get this done as soon as possible.”

The three of you walk into the living to see Neji cradling the pup tightly against his chest.

“Hey Neji,” Naruto greets softly with a sad smile. “I haven’t seen you around for a while.”

Neji tenses upon seeing Naruto.

“Naruto? Why are you here?” Neji clearly misinterprets the situation, holding the pup even more tightly and turning accusatory eyes against you. “Why did you bring him here?”

“I’m here to determine whether the pup was abandoned or kidnapped to the best of my abilities, once we have that done, we can decide how things are going to happen, okay?”

“How do you decide that?” Neji asks with distrustful eyes.

“The medic will give them a check-up, completely routine, I promise,” Naruto speaks with a soft voice like he’s talking to a cornered animal. Well, you look at Neji for a moment who is coiled as tightly as spring, he’s not far off.

It takes about five minutes for you to convince Neji to let go of the pup and hand them to the mednin, and then the next fifteen minutes involve you holding him in your arms to stop him wrestling the pup back from the mednin.

And then, rather ominously, the mednin pulls Naruto aside to talk.

Neji is shaking in your arms.

“It’s okay, calm down, Neji,” you try to comfort him.

“I can’t-“ Neji chokes, hands fisting in your shirt. “He has our pup, you let them take our pup.”

You don’t bother to correct him on his use of ‘our’, knowing it would only upset him more.

“I know baby, but they need to see that they’re healthy, nothing’s wrong, just breathe.”

Neji doesn’t take your advice.

"Last time they took them-"

"This isn't like last time, omega. Come one, try and settle down a little, that's it."

...

Naruto eventually walks back in, holding the pup securely, the mednin nowhere to be seen.

“So,” Naruto says seriously. And then his face breaks out into a wide grin. “Am I right in thinking you want to adopt?”

You can almost feel your relief in the air. Thanking every power that be for this stroke of luck. Losing this pup could have easily meant losing your mate, and the gravity of the situation all comes crashing down at once. Neji looks as though he is feeling much the same.

“Give me them,” he orders, arms out.

“Her,” Naruto corrects. “The mednin said she’s a female alpha.”

Tears start welling up in Neji’s eyes as he takes her. Their bio pup was a female alpha, too.

“Thank you,” he whispers to no one, holding his new pup as tightly as he dared. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe and sound with me, I won’t let anything hurt you ever again.”

Naruto slips out of the house without a fuss, dropping the mednin’s recommendations for feeding the underweight pup on the coffee table.

...

You and Neji take your new pup upstairs and bundle her back into the nest. Neji lays down with her, stroking her cheek as he watches her sleep.

“You need to get some rest too, omega,” you suggest, running a hand down Neji’s back.

“Guard?” he asks in response.

“Yes," you smile at his protective instincts. "I’ll guard the nest while you sleep, I promise.”

“Okay, alpha…” Neji settles down, still with one hand resting on the pup. “But if I don’t wake up when she cries, wake me… I want to be the one to feed her.”

You laugh gently, “Of course, now get some sleep. I’ll guard you both.”

[spymeister]

@ofvaporex from [X]

[J]→[R]: Frag. [J]→[R]: Hold on, Ratch. [J]→[R]: I’m comin. [J]→[R]: Gimme a breem.

He keeps his promise, sprinting out of the officer’s habsuites that he shares with the other contingent of the Autobot High Command. A brief message is sent to OP and then to Prowl to let them know what’s going on, and where he’s going. A secondary message is sent to Red Alert to let him know to lock down the security in the area to give Ratchet some privacy as other non-emergency patients are shunted to other medics.

He makes his way in with not only a couple of bottles of high-grade, but also a micro-repair kit for the small mechanisms in the other’s hands. They’re stowed away safely in his subspace as he makes his way into the other’s office. His spark squeezes painfully as he spots Ratchet’s hunched form, those proud faceplates hidden by the other’s aforementioned hands. He hesitates only a half-second before he’s already pushing his way between those hands and pushing his forehelm against Ratchet’s in obvious affection. 

His visor is already retracting for the medic, letting him connect optic-to-optic instead of being reflected by the opaque transparent metal. His own servos cup that lean face, thumbs brushing over the high arches of his zygomatic plains.

“Ah’m here, Ratch. Ah’m here. Ah’m so fraggin’ sorry, mech.”

[vintageplumbobs]

Lilith: I miss you so much, Kitty.

[arvandus]

Ummm…. Not fandom-specific, just feeling… things, as I tend to do late at night. So sometimes drabbling for the self helps.

CW: love and the fear of loss and grief that comes with it.

It’s always late at night, when the world is quiet and you’re laying next to them, that you feel the heavy, suffocating weight of love. A love so strong that it holds up the weight of your entire world, yet so fragile that you know you’d surely die if you lost them. That if anything bad happened to them, that you wouldn’t be able to hold back the grief that tears from your throat, a raw song of mourning. It’s the kind of love that makes you, moulds you, and tears you apart when it will inevitably be gone, a victim of time or circumstance. It terrifies you, this power, this fragility. You are a hostage, both willing and unwilling - willing to experience, to live, to share, to be. Yet unwilling to lose, forced along the currents of time to the inevitable goodbye. It cannot be changed, cannot be avoided. And even so, you know you can’t ever part with it, because this is the type of love that you can’t live without.

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Guilty of love  (Poe Dameron x reader)

Author’s note:  BABY!! I love him soooooo much, please send request for Star Wars, I WANT TO WRITE SOME SOOOOOO BAD!! But yeah, I feel like writing currently, so here I am. :) You can find my masterlist here, check out my Patreon and/or ko-fi. 

Words:  1289. 

Warning: Blood, mention of death and grieving. Gif is not mine, it belongs to the owner/creator. Angst with an happy ending. 

The T-70 X-Wings -Black one- team members were coming back one after the others, and you just knew you'd have a lot to do.  

The mission they went one was one of rescue, but by the missing four in the float and the black spots on the bright orange paint, you could feel that you'll have a hard day at the medic bay. 

The hurts are sent to your post, and you rush over there. 

The rebels are numerous, but the medics are short-staffed. Everyone wants to fight, but no-one thinks about the damage it causes and who can help with that. Here, with the head of the rebellion, General Organa, you're about three formed medic and five apprentices. Not enough for all of the injured people there is to take care of, and for those who have more severe injuries, the apprentices are to no avail. 

''I need the Medical Droid now!'' You shout at no one in particular while entering the medic bay following one of the floating beds were was laying Genhy, one of the pilots you knew well. She was bleeding from somewhere under her hair. The rest of the injured were rushed under the tent after her. 

You learned how to cut yourself from your emotions as you worked with the resistance. You were used to seeing people in the morning and never see them again after a mission. What you were mostly looking for was the trace of your lover somewhere, to no avail. Poe was nowhere to be seen. 

Your heart dropped, but hope still remained in your heart. If he wasn't in the med bay, he could always very well be inside the T-70 Wings. He liked taking his time getting out of it and talking to BB8 and the crew, so it wasn't unusual for Poe to not be present in the medic bay just after the mission. But seeing such a massacre, you would have felt better seeing him lay on a cheap bed then not seeing Poe at all.

Going back and forth between two patients, Genhy and Chusar, as you were not enough and that the only two medical droids you had were also all over, you were doing your best to stay focus on your current task. No time to worry about what if's only about the current job...

However, more challenging to do than tinking it, you managed surprisingly well. After nearly four intense hours of coming from and back, losing Genhy to her internal bleeding and resuscitating another pilot, you finally exited the tent that served as a medical center. Your shirt was filthy with blood, and the amount of washing you did on your hands did nothing to the pinky shade they took after Genhy. Losing friends was always challenging, and it always felt the same. You would wander out, plastering a pretended smile on your face, greeting other people until you reached your sleeping station. That's when you usually fall apart. 

But tonight, as the tears formed in your eyes when you closed your tent's drape, a well-known shadow came in the corner of your eye. 

''Hey...'' started Poe quietly, ''it's alright!'' 

Carefully, he walked toward you and engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug. Your arms wrapped around him like he's the only thing maintaining you on your feet. Your nose hiding in your husband's neck, your tears of despair are mixed with happiness, and you can't feel a pining inside your chest, guilt. 

Of course, you do feel a little bit guilty, while some of your friends died, you are happily wrapped in Poe's arms. 

''It's alright, see, we're both here,'' whispers Poe in your ears as one of his hand is patting your back tenderly.  ''No need to cry.'' 

Poe knows how you feel, too; he spent so much time in the galaxy. Many teams perished defending their rights, yet all he can think is content and warm and happy to hold you tonight again. Poe plays with your hair a little, enjoying the smooth texture underneath his fingertips. The three days he spent scouring the darkness and cold where awful, and he lost more than just Genhy and Loubour. Many did not come back, and yet, your husband still savours your warmth and touches. He can't help it. 

Even in those times of hardship, since he found the resistance, he fell in love with you. 

The first time he met you was after a mission, and boy was he not alright, cuts and clips everywhere on his face, an arm is broken, one of his feet he doesn't feel anymore, really, it could have gone better. And yet, as he makes jokes because of your distraught face, you do your job as if you've been doing it for a century, and you look younger than he is. Your eyes are emotionless, and your hand's work like you're manufacturing a robot. You chuckle at his jokes, but no more than that, you are a pro. Next to you, the medical droid looks like a puppet, holding bandages and sputtering facts about his well-being. 

It's the smile you give him when you finish the bandages that send him into a shame spiral. 

''Heartbeat rate augmented by five percent, the patient might have a fever.''  Automatically said the droid, making Poe jump nearly out of his skin. You, on the contrary, frowned. Your hand was going to his forehead as Poe felt his cheek heat up with embarrassment. 

Stupid droid for exposing his every little secret as if he hadn't spied on you for weeks before the mission, in the hope to meet you, talk to you.

''With a face like yours, you should be used to the fluttering heart of men.'' he laughs, pushing your hand away. Now it's your turn to blush, your mouth agape and Poe can't help but steal a glimpse at the red lips. You spent a lot of time bitting them while assisting him, a nervous habit, maybe? 

''You're fine.'' You sigh at him, lowering your hand from his forehead, ''Leave before you say something even more embarrassing.'' The light in your eyes tells him that it's not often that someone gives up compliments. He's surprised. At the same time, it's not like people have time to make friends during the resistance. But with you timid smile when he exits the medical tent -he turned to see you one last time- Poe knows that you're the one made for him. 

Poe kisses your neck's skin, gently moving the hairs away from your eyes before facing you again. Tears have stained your face, but there's nothing his kisses can't help with. Soon, while still grieving, you'll be smiling once more. 

If you thought about every friend you lost, Poe knows that you wouldn't be standing in front of him. And he doesn't like the fact that he could not come back to you one day. ''Don't cry beautiful. I know you missed me, but I'm' here now!'' He teases, kissing your cheeks. Right now, he knows that it's not the time to tell you that he nearly didn't get out of there alive. Maybe Poe'll never tell you, he will perhaps, but certainly not tonight. Tonight is for you to feel safe in his arms.

Poe just reaches to kiss your jaw when a knock on the door is heard, and Finn's voice echoed in the hall. ''General Organa wants to see us, Poe!'' Your husband let his forehead fall on your shoulder and groan before responding toward the still-closed door. ''Gimme a second.''