Cap On The Streets, Winter In The Sheets

Cap on the streets, Winter in the sheets 🤷🏻‍♀️

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I am a total nerd for these kinds of story lines, then finding one as well written as this + featuring one of my favorite heroes is just beyond exciting <3

No Hope | Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Request: Hey, wonder if you could write an imagine, where the Reader is badly injures during the mission, and like couldn’t walk or something, and she’s in despair and like doesn’t want to do anything, but Poe is always there for her and doesn’t let her give up. A little bit angsty but with the happy ending :) Thank you very much in advance!❤️😘😘😘

A/N: I will not lie. I actually had all of this written BEFORE I got the prompt, just never finished it. And it’s been sitting around forever waiting to be finished. But when I read this I thought it was perfect, went back and tweaked it a little. There are a few OC’s I made up and stuck in there. Also this WILL be a 2 parter, possibly 3. We’ll see where the next part takes me. :) Reblog and comment if you like it! All love is appreciated ❤️

Warnings: Vivid description of a mangled leg

Word Count: 2461

“Engines are hot, let’s make this a quick trip,” voiced Ronan over the intercom ear piece.

“Yes, I’d like to be back before sundown,” replied Jessica.

“We all would, we’ll be in and out, there is no reason for any incidents on this run.”

“Since when did we start running errands?”

“Since the last team got caught in a cross fire,” Ronan said.

“Right, I forgot,” you said.

“Alright, team, time to ease up, we’ll land fifty feet away from the outpost,” Ronan instructed. “Everyone is clear on what they need to retrieve?” a chorus of ‘yes’’ came from the team. “Very well, once you land, go, no one leaves this planet until we are all back. Is that clear?”

“Clear as crystal, Ronan,” Jess mused.

The two X-wings touched down first, the Quad jumper landed between the two planes. You and Jess were already leaving your fighter ships and walking into the outpost to find the equipment that you needed. Jessica was a young resistance pilot, the youngest that anyone had met on their base anyway. You had been rumored the second-best pilot on base, the first being Poe Dameron. You said it was a load of crap because you could outfly him any day. Ronan was an Evociian man who joined the resistance after his wife and son were murdered by Stormtroopers before his very eyes. He spent a considerable amount of time hostage on the First Order base with you when the Resistance found you two and brought them back. The memories felt fresh like it all happened the day before, when in reality, it had been seven years.

The general sent the team on a supply run to a neighboring galaxy, in a recent mission some ships were destroyed beyond repair and they did not have the means to make more without the proper tools. But to be sent to a dirty outpost not far from the Illenium System seemed like a risky plan. If there were First Order sympathizers around and they recognized anything with the resistance on them, there would be tie fighters in the air before anyone could make it back to their ship.

You and Jess stuck together, you developed a great friendship over the years. You looked at Jess like a younger sister that you never had. You always stuck around for one another and were more than willing to step in front of a blaster for the other.

“How is Poe? I haven’t seen him too much.” asked Jess as she picked through a pile of scrap metal.

“Fine, he’s been busy repairing BB-8,” you said.

“Have you two talked about… You know?”

Your cheeks blushed a light pink shade as she turned and looked at the tools on the opposite table, “Here and there, yes, like I said; he’s busy.”

“But you want to?”

“Of course, I want to! Especially with everything that is going on, it would be a breath of fresh air.”

“Then tell him!”

“I have. It’s just not going to happen anytime soon, okay?”

“Whatever you say.”

“Oh no, this is not good.”

“No… it’s not, you’ve been waiting for almost a year now.”

“Jess not that!” You grasped the young girl by her shoulders and turned her in the direction you were looking.

“Oh no, where is Ronan?” She asked her eyes landing on the all too familiar men clad in white armor and masks.

“Not sure,” you turned her around to start walking the other way. “Get back to the ship, wait for us there.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Jess said stubbornly.

“You have to, if anything happens, someone needs to make it back alive,” you gave her a small push.

Jess walked a few feet ahead and stopped to look back at you, “May the force be with you,” She said.

“Get to the ship!” you said.

You turned back to look for any familiar face of the crew that was brought with them you spotted a dark skinned man and ran to him.

“Bastain, where is Ronan?”

“He went down that way,” he said pointing down the dirt road.

“Shit, get your men, get back to the ships. There are Stormtroopers here,” you instructed.

He gave a curt nod and ran off to find the three others that he brought with him. You started your way down where Ronan was, keeping one hand over the holster for safe measures, if they could just be unseen getting out then there would be no problems. Your walk turned into a jog when you heard screaming. You pulled your blaster from its holster and held it close to your chest with both hands as you got closer to the commotion. Two Stormtroopers came out of a tent and then a tall man was pushed out after them, followed by two more troopers.

“You are committed with an act of treason against the First Order,” One trooper said.

You stopped, frozen on what to do as they had four men and three blasters pointing at Ronan. Your fingers grazed the trigger of your own blaster, you had to do something.

“For this act, you are herby sentenced to death,” said the same trooper raising his blaster to Ronan’s head.

Everything that happened next was all a blur of adrenaline. You raised her blaster and shot the Stormtroopers hand, causing him to drop his weapon and it gave Ronan a chance to escape. One of the Troopers shot at you the blast striking your shoulder. Pumped with adrenaline, you didn’t seem phased by the pain, only shot at then blindly until Ronan was pulling on your arm to get away.

“You should have gone the moment you saw them!” he yelled at as you ran from the now angry Troopers who were quickly being joined with more of their men.

“You said no one leaves the planet unless everyone was back, I’m just following orders!” You shot back, the pain starting to set in.

“Just get to you fighter,” Ronan growled as the ships came into view.

You put her blaster away and climbed the side of the X-wing, placing your helmet over your head. You pulled the hangar roof shut and brought the engine to life.

“Everyone is to stay in formation, on my command we leave at llight-speed the moment we break atmosphere,” Ronan’s voice rang through the intercom.

“Seems they have their TIE fighters with them,” Jess stated as their three ships took to the sky.

“If they open fire, draw them away from the outpost, we are not here to harm any civilians. They however, have less compassion,” Ronan said.

“Copy, that,” you said.

They brought their ships to the air and as expected, the First Order opened fire. Jess took lead in drawing them away from the outpost, keeping them from shooting at civilians. You stayed back, circling the team and taking out as many fighters as you could. The three ships got separated and you could barely make out the two ships that were your own. You couldn’t be bothered as three TIE fighters circled your own ship and had no mercy on who or what their target was. Ypu maneuvered the ship as best you could to stay out of fire and took out two of the three ships in the process, however when diving back down closer to the ground the third TIE fighter opened fire and hit your X-wing multiple times, sending you off course. You managed to fire off your best shots and took out the third ship.

“I lost all engine power, I don’t have control of the ship!” You called into the intercom, however you were responded with static.

You frantically tried to bring the engines back online, however with the flames coming from the back of the ship it was almost pointless to be giving any effort. The X-wing nose-dived into the ground, it was a miracle the impact did not knock you unconscious. From what you felt, you wished you were unconscious. The control panel collapsed under your left leg, you saw the fabric of your flight suit was torn. A scream came from your lips as the pain took over, a white-hot pain that spread over your entire body. You felt hot and cold all at once. You tried to move but every time you pushed away from the seat with your right leg it felt as though your muscles were being torn apart. You raised your fist and began punching at the glass above, they needed to know you were alive. The ship had been so mangled you weren’t able to open it properly. Finally, with the seventh punch, you were able to break through the glass, the shards tearing into your arm. The pain was so much in your leg, you barely even noticed. You searched the floor of the ship, fingers finding a flare. Your screams died down into subtle cries of pain as you moved around in the little space, doing all you could to light the flare. Your hands shook with every attempt to light it and you feared that the team already left by the time orange smoke and sparks flew from the top of the flare. You coughed out the smoke you inhaled and threw the flare out the hole you created. It took a minute to stop and get your breath under control as you looked at the metal crushing yout leg. You could do this.

With the strength that you could muster you pushed the broken control panel off your leg. You couldn’t hold it long, but you were able to hold it long enough to see the mangled flesh and bone under all the blood that had escaped. You were left with no choice but to let the panel fall back onto your broken leg. A strangled cry of pain left your lips, you just wanted to pass out, the pain was too unbearable.

“Over here!” a voice yelled. And suddenly the glass above her was thrown away. “She’s alive!” yelled the man, you recognized as Cliff. This was his first mission off base.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Ronan asked the moment their eyes met. You nodded. “Good, we’re going to get you out of here, quickly, they’ll be sending reinforcements soon. Bastain, you get the panel, Shannon back to the ship, get ready for takeoff. Cliff, you and I are going to pull her out,” Ronan ordered.

“Jess?” You asked.

“She is already on her way back to base, she’s going to get the med team ready for when we get back. On three, one, two, three!” Ronan said.

Bastain lift the panel as best he could from outside the ship. You felt Ronan’s and Cliff’s hands under your arms and started to pull you from the wreckage. You did not try to suppress the scream or hide the pain. It was too much. But you were free from the broken ship. Ronan picked you up quickly and started back towards the quad jumper with the team following closely behind. You were left to do nothing but scream in agony as your broken leg bobbed helplessly with every step. You felt better lying in one spot once back on the ship. Bastain was left to take over helping you.

“This is going to hurt, but you need something to slow the blood loss,” he said.

Bastain stood and took off his belt from his pants, he lift your thigh up and placed it under your leg. He tightened it as much as he could around your leg, ignoring the screams of pain. He then took off your boot and bloodied sock, and got a knife to cut away the torn fabric from her leg.

“Oh god,” he said finally seeing the damage done. The flesh had been cut through the knee almost half way, the bone had been exposed at the top and was gushing out blood. Your tibia was broken clean in half and your leg had been so badly cut it was hard to even tell it was a leg through all the bone and blood he saw.

“We’re entering the base now!” Cliff called back.

“You’re gonna be okay, Y/N,” Bastain assured as the ship touched ground.

“Alright, let’s get her out of here and to the medical staff and quickly or she might lose her leg,” Ronan said.

He reached down and picked you up once more, grimacing at the sight of your leg. He looked away from it and stepped off the ship where the medical team was already waiting.

“Bring her here, put her down… Gently,” said one woman.

Ronan did as told stepping back and watching as they whisked you away out of sight as the rest of his team came off the ship.

“Let me know how she is, I’m going to report back to the General,” Ronan said walking away, still able to hear your screams no matter the distance between you two.

You were thankful to whoever gave you a cold cloth, placing one on your chest and head as you felt like your skin was on fire with the amount of sweat that was dripping off you. A new presence filled the area, you strained your neck to see who joined. You felt your hand be taken from the where it laid and was being held gently. Your nails dug into the persons hand and you refused to let up on the grip. Finally once at the medical bay you were able to see the person behind the hand.

“What happened?” asked Poe Dameron.

“Shot out of the sky,” you said through ragged breaths.

“You’re alive, that’s what matters,” he told you, but you saw his eyes were not on yours, but glued to your leg.

You said no more, laying there gripping tightly onto Poe’s hand. Someone had taken the belt off your leg that Bastain put on and was starting to work on fixing her broken bones. As soon as you felt pressure put onto your leg a scream came from your lips, you couldn’t take the pain any longer.

“She cannot be awake while we do this!” someone scolded. “Y/N, we’re going to have to sedate you, just breathe. When you wake up, it will be okay,” The person came into view and was looking down at you. “Just calm your breathing for me, can you do that?” he asked gently.

You nodded your head and did everything you could to slow your shaking breaths, it wasn’t perfect and they weren’t nearly calm. However, a needle went into your arm nonetheless and slowly your eyes closed and the world was brought into nothingness.

Tagging for Poe: @thefirebreather00 @okayillhold @tlittlet @yourwonderbelle @i-said-goddameron @jocelyn-of-the-jellyfish @crolzinha @bobateaandchocolatepudding

My two favorite universes collide!! ❤️

star wars + thor: ragnarok [insp.]

Still so many unanswered questions!!! What’s her question? Where do they stand? But OMG!!!

Used - Pt II

Genre: Fan Fiction Pairing: Jai Courtney/OFC (Roo) Warnings: Language, slight smut Rating: R Length: Short Story Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Here it is, the long awaited part two. Before we go forth, it isn’t as strong as I assumed it was going to be. However, it’s still decent :D 

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