#rey hc

[stardustkenobi]

Hello lovely! Please may I have some headcannons for my blossoming romance with Rey? Thank you!

Of course my sweet anon! 💞 Here are some budding romance with Rey headcanons!

Rey has literally never dated anyone before so when she realizes she likes you, she’s at a total loss

Does not know what to do with these emotions

The way she sees it it’s either “I’ll keep all my emotions right here and one day I’ll die” or “I’m gonna say everything I feel and scare them away within a matter of seconds”

So, naturally, she starts looking for some assistance

She ends up in Poe’s quarters one night because Finn was z e r o help

Poe thinks this is very cute and talks her through how to actually tell you how she feels and ask you out

They stay up all night plotting

And the next morning he sends her to your work station after they went with Finn and the droids to go look for some flowers somewhere in the fields about thirty minutes from base oh so early that morning

Rey shuffles in like a babbling mess, messily picked bouquet of flowers behind her back

She keeps shifting her staff from shoulder to shoulder poor thing is so nervous

Until BB-8 whizzes by her and asks whether or not she’s done it yet

You’re all like “what do you mean done it? Done what?”

And Rey cusses out BB-8 before finally asking you to get dinner with her that night “even though we always get dinner with Finn and Poe but this time I thought maybe we could go together, I mean, you know, we could go together but without them and maybe we could go sit on top of the docking bay but without anyone else and —“

You’re standing up about five seconds into her little ramble to hug her tight and press a gentle kiss to her cheek (not her lips yet because you don’t want to overwhelm her)

Of course you’d want to go get dinner with her

Not as friends

On a date, Rey. It’s a date

And she gets all excited and cute and is bouncing on the balls of her feet before she leaves

Halfway out the door she realizes there’s flowers for you and all but throws them at you she’s so excited

And you put one in each lil knot on the back of her head before she leaves

Her cheeks are as rosy as the flowers you’re now sniffling at your station

[reysabadass-blog]

Rey Headcanons

- Food hurts. Her palate isn’t ready for strong flavors, and even the bland mush the galley serves has a tang to it that she can feel more than taste, biting and sour. Fruit hurts the most, and that’s why it’s her favorite. Sometimes it brings tears to her eyes, and Finn might have once thought she was crying from joy, but it was really the pain that brought her to tears. It’s the kind of pain that she craves, because it reminds her that things are different now. So different it hurts.

- Sleeping is a challenge. Not only are the beds too soft, they make so much noise if she so much as flinches. The entire base makes too much noise for her. It creaks and it groans, the air filter system hums too loud, and she’s sure that no one ever really goes to sleep because there’s always someone walking around outside, laughing or yelling or stomping away right past her door. She misses the feel of her hammock, she misses the sound of sand battering against the metal of her home as a constant lullaby, and most of all, she misses the heat.

- When she doesn’t sleep outside, she sleeps in Poe’s X-Wing. She asked first, and he always says yes, with the condition that she let BB-8 stay with her in the ship to be safe. His ship is the closest thing she can get to being back inside her AT-AT, but it’s terrible on her back and always seems to smell so much like Poe that she leaves smelling like him. It’s warranted several strange, jealous arguments with Finn, but she can never tell why he’s really angry about it, and doesn’t appreciate the implications regardless.

- She’s so used to heat that everything is too cold for her now. The rooms are too cold, the artificial air feels horrible against her skin, and all she wants is a million blankets to wrap herself in. She borrows jackets and coats anytime she can get her hands on one; and if she can’t, she wraps herself in a ball and tries to find some warmth from her own core, as if the burning sun of Jakku still lives deep down inside. 

- She can’t bear to be around General Organa for long, despite how much she wants to be. There’s a sadness in her eyes that always amplifies when she’s looking at Rey, and it begins to wear at her heart each time she sees it. She avoids the General, if only because she doesn’t want to hurt the woman anymore than she already is. She used to think the sadness stemmed from being around Han before he died, but a tightening around General Organa’s eyes when her son’s name arose concerning Rey’s last battle with him has her worried that there’s something else. She wonders if General Organa believes it’s her fate to kill her son. That implication, that kind of burden is the most unwanted of all.

[aeroknot]

That name stuff inspired me to come up with an entire Rey backstory and I’m just playing and having fun and I love it because it’s mine