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I already texted you this but he looks soooo southeastern European here I’m gonna tell my mom he’s her long lost cousin from Albania
can we put me in touch with said long lost cousin?
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I already texted you this but he looks soooo southeastern European here I’m gonna tell my mom he’s her long lost cousin from Albania
can we put me in touch with said long lost cousin?
Tell me about Matchmaker, Matchmaker!
One of my favorite shorts! And one of my most popular! I loved writing from BB-8's POV!
The title came from one of my favorite musicals!
I had to take advantage of the fact that there is a 'Matchmaker BB-8' tag on AO3!
Here's a snippet from Matchmaker, Matchmaker:
“Rey!” he shouted in alarm. Mistress Rey spun around, her expression startled. “Poe?” Suddenly, her eyes went wide. She dropped down so her upper body was underneath the surface of the water. “Poe!” she gasped. “What are you doing?” Master Poe had stopped, his mouth agape as he realized that Mistress Rey was not clothed. He looked down at her neatly folded clothing on the rock in front of him, then looked back out at Rey in the water. His body slumped slightly. “BB-8, I’m going to disassemble you,” he said softly without looking back. BB-8 ducked further back into the brush. “I’m sorry,” Master Poe told Mistress Rey. “I was told you were hurt.” “Hurt?” she responded. “I’m certainly not hurt.” She sounded cross. Master Poe reacted to her tone, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I can see that.” They stared at each other for a moment. BB-8 noted that the double moons had risen over the treeline and were making the water and everything in it, including Mistress Rey, glow. Finally, she said, “Would you please turn around?” “Why?” Master Poe asked, his tone amused. “So, I can get my clothing and get dressed.” Master Poe gestured toward the pile at his feet. “Be my guest.” With a huff, Mistress Rey argued. “Not with you watching me.” Master Poe shrugged. “I know you’ve bathed with Finn before. You shouldn’t be shy in front of me.” “I… he… I’m never completely naked with him,” she stuttered. “Besides, he’s like my brother!” “And I’m not?” Mistress Rey remained silent, her expression irritated. Finally, she took a deep breath and stood, the water sluicing off of her upper body, and began to walk toward the shore. Toward Master Poe.
