#tfa imagines

[bird-in-the-space]

Bets, Deaths, And Starscream

As the Harbinger of death, this was an ordinary day in your life, except this time, you are trying to wait for a certain Decepticon seeker to give up

(Author's note: Takes place in the Transformers animated universe)

Warnings: a lot of dying on Starscream's part.

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*Seated on a sunchair, you read a novel while enjoying the sunlight and listening to the river's flow. Your scythe rests against the ground beside your chair.*

*Your younger sibling, War, appears as she passes by.*

War: Hey, big sis. What are you doing? 

You: Enjoying a novel while waiting for him to give up. 

War: *tilts her head* Who? 

*A large body falls into the river from above. You two watch it lie there for a moment before a bright light flashes, and he comes back to life.” 

Starscream: Damm you, Megatron! I’ll get you for this! 

You: *turn toward War with an indifferent expression* Him. 

You: He has a fragment of the Allspark stuck in his forehead, so he’s stuck in a limbo, which prevents him from entering his afterlife. I came to help him out of it. But he's fixated on overthrowing his former boss and taking charge of that boss’s faction. 

War: Why don't you just reap him with your scythe and make him go to rest? 

You: Since the Allspark is an artifact of life—technically—he's legally alive. So, I can't reap him, unlike the other undead. 

*Starscream's body falls from the sky once more, crashing into the river and lying there before awakening again,*

War: Oh… How long has he been at it? 

You: If I remember correctly. This is his fourteenth resurrection. 

You: *look toward Starscream* Are you ready to go home now? 

Starscream: *points at you with his finger* No! I will not leave this world until I'm the leader of the Decepticons and that slaghead Megatron is dead! Vengeance shall be mine! 

You: *turn toward War* As you can see, he's pretty persistent. And since there's nothing I can do about it, I decided to try to wait him out. 

War: Huh. Now I’m curious to see how this will turn out. 

*Starscream's body falls into the river once more*

Attempt 16 

*You and War stand within the Decepticon lair. *

Starscream: *jumps out of the shadows and shoots Megatron with his blasters.*

Megatron: *stands up from his throne, the blasters doing nothing to him. He draws his swords and then cuts Starscream down, killing him.*

War: *stops a timer* Hmm... he lasted six seconds. 

Attempt 21

*You and War sit on a cliff, watching Starscream silently walk up to Megatron, while the latter is giving a speech*

Starscream: *throws a bomb at Megatron.*

Megatron: *catches the bomb in his servos and tosses it back.*

Starscream: *panics before the bomb explodes, killing him. *

War: *stops the timer* Huh, 5 seconds, less than last time. 

You: *mark up a score on the markboard you decided to use. Megatron: 21. Starscream: 0*

Attempt 24 

*You and War lounge on sunchairs on top of a cliff where the sun shone the brightest, watching Starscream spy on Megatron below.*

Starscream: *waits for Megatron to walk beneath him so he can detonate the bombs and bury his boss under rocks. *

Starscream: *sets the bombs off, forgetting he had set the bombs right below him.*

Starscream: *shrieks as he falls with the rocks, burying himself at the base of the cliff.*

Megatron: *glances at the rubble, having not even been near the target area, rolls his optics, and walks away.

War: *stops the timer once more and looks at you* Goodness. He really is persistent. 

Attempt 26

*You and War sit on top of boulders within the Decepticon lair, sharing energon popsicles.*

Starscream: *whispering to himself while crawling along the ceiling* Finally. A flawless plan. Silent. Elegant. Untraceable.

War: Every time he says that, something explodes.

You: Statistically accurate.

*Starscream lowers himself directly above Megatron’s throne, dagger raised.*

Starscream: Victory shall be m—

*The Allspark fragment in his forehead flares.*

Starscream: …Wait.

*He freezes mid-air, twitching violently as random systems reboot*.

Megatron: *without looking up* Starscream. Get down from the ceiling.

Starscream: I—this isn’t what it looks like!

Megatron: It never is.

*Megatron casually backhands Starscream into a pillar. The resulting shockwave obliterates him.*

War: *stops the timer* Wow! Three seconds.

You: Huh. That might be a new record. Should I add a half a point for getting close this time?

Attempt 31

War: I'm telling you he's gonna end up blowing himself up with that weapon.

You: No. He doesn't die the same way twice. This time, it's gonna be either sabotage or he'll anger the local wildlife.

War: It's a bet then.

*You and War watch Starscream attempt to use a weapon he assembled from scraps found in an abandoned mine.*

Starscream: *has Megatron in his sight and charges up his weapon.* Steady. Steady.

*He watches as a scraplet crawls out of the barrel—one of the scraps having been its nest.*

Starscream: Ah! Scraplet! *smacks the weapon, sending the scraplet flying but unintentionally rotating the barrel toward himself. The weapon finishes charging.*

Starscream: Oops.

*Blows himself up.*

You: *groan in defeat*

War: *grin* He blew himself up, which means I won. Now give me some of that candy Dad made.

You: *hand her the candy and update the scoreboard.* Megatron: 31. Starscream: 0

*The scraplet returns and starts munching on Starscream's body*

Last attempt 

*You and War lounge on a picnic blanket, watching Starscream execute the entire train plot while playing a card game.*

You: *focus on the game and place your final card, winning.*

War: *groans and hands you back the candies you lost in your previous game*

War: *looks behind you and points* Uh… sis.

*You turn to see the Autobots escort a cuffed Starscream onto their ship before flying off into Earth’s orbit.*

*You and War watch the departing ship in silence.*

You: You know what? Fuck this. *stand up and grab your scythe* I’ll come back for him once that stupid gem is out of his head.

[tf-imagines]

https://www.tumblr.com/tf-imagines/182692119345/what-do-you-think-would-happen-if-the-bots-please

Hello! May I request something similar to this scenario you did a long time ago?

What would happen if the TFA Bots meet a Cybertronian![Reader] (who may be a variant of an ally they know; a variant of their [S/O], etc) who is from the TFP universe? Would they be in awe to meet a seasoned warrior? Or would they be surprised that there’s still a war going on back in their universe?

Mention justawannabearchaeologist’s Wheeljack stuff

So since that initial post [ linked here for easy access ] , I discovered @justawannabearchaeologist's absolutely AMAZING series of thoughts and drabbles of TFP Wheeljack getting yeeted into the TFA universe [ Her masterlist for all of that chaotic beauty can be found here, I binged all of it in about a week or so after work each day, ruined my sleep schedule miserably but so worth it ] , and I think that a lot of how she did everything with that situation would apply in this case as well. That said, I went ahead and added my thoughts for this prompt! :D

I think how the TFA bots react would depend on a lot of different factors. 

If they know / know of a version of the bot, then there would certainly be some comparing between the TFP and TFA versions. Personality differences, frame differences, the likes. 

If they don’t know / know of a TFA counterpart, then most of their reaction would be focused on universal differences. 

Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and Optimus would be rather excited in their own ways to meet such a seasoned warrior, someone clearly capable as a fighter and experienced. 

Bumblebee is likely to ask for stories, marveling at how much larger the TFP Bot is compared to bots in TFA (save Decepticons, of course, since they're massive). 

Optimus also wants to learn more about the TFP war, and while part of it is thanks to the history nerd in him, he's also hoping for inspiration or advice. He was always told he wasn't meant to be a hero, but now he's managing a team of misfits and thrust into the role of a hero, without proper or useful training on how to handle it. So learning from someone who comes from a world fully aware of the fact that anyone can be a hero? That's exactly what he figures he'd need. 

Bulkhead, while interested in the stories, the differences, and how the TFP Bot got there, is also rather anxious. If the world of Prime is so full of warriors like the bot in front of them, and they're still at war, and their Cybertron is an uninhabitable, dead planet? What hope is there for them in the Animated universe? He would need similar reassurances as Optimus, and a reminder that the war continues because the Autobots are still fighting, so there is always a chance for them to win. 

Prowl would keep his distance at first, not sure how much he could trust this new bot from another universe… supposedly. So he would do what he does best. Observe and analyze. He finds himself intrigued by their stories, slowly letting his guard down and approaching the new bot. 

Ratchet would probably have the most mixed feelings about the situation, somewhere between Optimus’s hopes for advice and training, and Prowl’s uncertainty, with Bulkhead’s anxiety around the fact that the war wages on in the Prime-verse tossed in. However, due to sharing similar weights from living through a war, Ratchet is likely to warm up to the new Bot impressively quickly, for the grumpy medic. He just hopes they don't get hurt during their stay, because he's not sure he's got it in him to learn a completely new version of Cybertronian biology…

[weenwrites]

TFA Prowl W/ A Human S/O Who Has a Pet Guinea Pig

Pairing - Romantic Category - Headcanons Trigger Warnings - None

He’s heard Earth’s vast fauna and flora by watching so many nature documentaries and such. He knows about a lot of the different types of animals the planet has to offer, along with the wildest of plants. He wants to see as much of Earth as he can, so why wouldn’t he accept your offer to see your pet guinea pig? When he sees your pet, he at first observes them from a distance before asking you if he could hold them. Whether your guinea pig has long fur, short fur, or no fur, black fur, brown fur, white fur- regardless of what your guinea pig looks like, you bet he already likes them and finds them endearing. Those little squeaks and the way they have such a big personality that shines through without the need of any spoken words- it makes him smile. He’d like to take any chance he can to see them again afterward.

[bot-imagines]

Hi I hope it's ok to keep sending in asks. How would tfa Prowl, Jazz and Optimus react to Sentinel being an ass to their human s/o.

(Ah, yes. The ‘Sentinel being a prick’ tea. Piping hot - just the way I like it <3)

Prowl

Prowl has spent vorns with Master Yoketron learning the ways on circuit-su. He has learned to have incredible patience.

Sentinel is trying that patience. Quickly.

Now, Prowl doesn’t like to be confrontational. But when he sees Sentinel harassing his S/O and making snide comments about them, his servos are itching to pull out his ninja stars.

He’ll create some sort of distraction (probably something involving Bumblebee) and get his S/O out of there. He’ll find somewhere quiet that they can talk, where he’ll apologize for Sentinel’s behavior and ask if his S/O is okay.

He’s going to be wary about having his S/O around the base for the rest of Sentinel’s time there, and he’ll avoid having to interact with him all together.

Jazz

Jazz, like Prowl, has mastered the art of circuit-su. Unlike Prowl, though, he’s also gotten quite good at tolerating Sentinel’s bullscrap. He’s had to act as a mediator for Sentinel for years now. 

He was wary for his S/O to meet Sentinel in the first place, but they had insisted that they wanted to meet his boss.

He regrets it the moment Sentinel sneers at them and begins berating them for simply being organic. Jazz is there in an instant, trying to diffuse the situation like always. This time though, he actually has to make an effort not to snap at Sentinel. 

He manages to get Sentinel to leave the base, saying something about reports on the ship. 

From now on, Jazz is going to be keeping an eye on Sentinel. He won’t try to keep his S/O away, but he’s going to do his best to make sure his S/O and Sentinel aren’t in the same room.

Optimus

He’s ready to throw down. 

He’s had to put up with Sentinel’s attitude for almost his entire function, and he has reached the end of his rope. Talking down to him is one thing, but his S/O? Oh, hell no.

The moment Sentinel sees his S/O, Optimus knows what’s coming. He’s stepping in-between them and meeting Sentinel head-to-head. No way in hell is he going to let his old friend spout his xenophobic garbage at HIS S/O.

It ends up going from Sentinel berating S/O to Sentinel and Optimus spitting nasty words and throwing pot shots at each other. The others are going to have to break them up.

Optimus makes it clear to Sentinel that talking scrap about his S/O is off the table. He throws glares at Sentinel whenever he comes to the base and is ready to step in if he so much as looks at Optimus’ S/O.

[regrettablewritings]

Kylo Ren Masterlist (Discontinued)

Updated: 08/18/2017

Imagines

Soulmate AU: You Can’t Lie to Your Soulmate (Mobster AU)

Headcanons

Kylo Ren x Reader Ship Meme

Modern!Kylo Ren x Reader Ship Meme

[fathom-imagine]

[ohmababypoe]

Imminent Temptation

Word Total: 1885

Request: can i please request something like : reader is hux's childhood friend,who was really close to him (mb some childish feelings ) ,but they got separated after some dark side force users find out that reader is force user too. and they meet later when knights of ren show up. after all reader and kylo become closer during the training. and reader is confused about two people who is important to her .

Pairing:  General Hux x Reader x Kylo Ren

 The vast darkness of the space didn’t compare to the one you felt once the dark force occupied your entire soul. Every crevice that composed it— was simply void of light. Everything seemed dulled, mundane; insufficient there was nothing that filled that hollow of what was left of your soul. The only thing that kept you going was the small piece of paper embedded, hidden on your, black sleeve.

 We´ll conquer the universe

-AH

 Every detail was engraved on the back of your mind, from the small indents of time to the crevices from folding it numerous times— the black ink started to fade away, with time white was replaced with beige. Disintegrating paper— it was the only tangible object, which told you that once there was a little happy girl running on the meadows hastily through the tall grass in a spring day. Giggling as a boy with red hair and blue eyes run behind you, the sky was blue and the breeze caressed your hot and sweaty skin.

 If only you could go back in time—

 “Knight”

 “Yes?”

 “The Supreme Leader wants to see you”

 “I’ll be on my way”

 Being a Knight of Ren was not an easy task, from impregnating fear to merciless assassinations; after all, everything was permitted. The First Order was a priority, along with the map that the Supreme Leader Snoke so desire. Snoke went to extremes to get it, use you. An inexperienced force user, an undesired apprentice and so many names that the Master of the Knights of Ren called you— Kylo Ren, at first he hated you with passion; boasting that he came from a higher hierarchy of users of the force.

 Kylo and you were just teenagers when you first met. Hatred was the first thing you felt; his brown eyes stared at you with pure disdain. You were standing beside a Stormtrooper as the hologram of the Supreme Leader proclaimed you were a descendant of the Jedi.

 At first, he called you names, derogative names. You had no other choice than to follow his commands, teachings, morals, and rules… your father was a Commander even before the First Order arose from the ashes of the Empire. Your mother had disappeared after giving birth. Your father proclaimed she had died, but something told you she was alive. Somewhere, far away— you were raised only to follow and not to lead. That’s what your father proclaimed, there was no other way.

 The First Order was first even before your own life.

 Unorthodox, you called your relationship with Kylo Ren. Whether was discovering his shrine with the decapitating head of his grandfather or rather that both of you could use the force. He tolerated you, Kylo had said one day when a couple of death Stormtroopers adorned the destroyed control room.

 You walked behind Kylo, descending down the platform. An asymmetrical silver and black mask covered your face. You were robes similar to his, except that it accentuated your feminine form. You stood behind as he talked to an old man, held by two Stormtroopers. “Look how old you’ve become,” Kylo said, his voice distorted by the device on the mask.

 “Something far worse has happened to you”

 The old man responded you flinched under your mask. Kylo Ren never took insults very kindly. Or even compliments.  The man was unpredictable as a storm. “You know what I come for”

 The Map to Skywalker, why would a man that retrieve into seclusion; left a clue of his whereabouts. When simply he could disappear, the universe was vast and infinite, was it not?

 You shook out of your reverie when something blue appeared in your peripheral vision.  “Bad idea” you pulled the man by his leather brown jacket, his eyes moved towards the immobilized blue beam of his blaster.  You stood in front of Kylo and kicked the man hard behind the knees. The old man laid dead just a couple of meters behind you.

 “Your girlfriend is kind of kinky isn’t she?” You rolled your eyes under the mask and kicked him again; he grunted and looked up at you “What? Matching outfits, I mean—”

 Kylo kneeled in front of the man and tilted his head to scrutinize him, the man with the brown leather jacket. “...Do I talk first or you talk first? I talk first?”

 “The old men gave it to you” Kylo proclaimed

 “It’s very hard to understand you with all the apparatus—”

 “Search him”

 You picked him by the leather jacket again and started to revise his body for the indication of the map. “This is kind of hot, you—”

 “He has nothing, Master Ren” You said in a monotone voice, a smirk grew on your face. “Can I kill him, now?”

 “No, put him on board” You rolled your eyes as two Stormtroopers took the man and walked towards the ship.

 You walked behind the man and the two Stormtroopers, Captain Phasma walked towards Kylo. Blasters went off; you bit your lip trying to ignore the massacre behind you. “You’re despicable,” the man said then he added: “Both of you”

 “I know,” You said as you put the handcuffs on the man’s wrists, deliberately tightened them. “It’s my job”

 “You’re very kinky” The man smirked at you ignoring him you walked away. “You should I least buy me dinner first!”

 You took the man by his elbow and walked towards the hangar of the Destroyer. “I can walk,” the man said tugging his arm but you had a hard grip on his elbow. “Take him to the cells” you commanded to one of the Stormtroopers.

 You stood in the shadows as Kylo interrogated the man, Poe Dameron the best pilot of the Resistance. Being inside his mind was uncomfortable to say at least. You were not very good at the force at your advantage, you had been trained to be an assassin, not an intelligence agent. “Comfortable?” Kylo questioned, you raised your head to look at Poe.

 “She gives the worst messages,” Poe said looking at your direction with a smirk. “I am still sore,” he added cheekily looking back at Kylo.

 “What did you do with the map?”

 “You might want to rethink your technique”

 You wanted to rub your head, but that meant removing your helmet. Impossible at the moment, torture was not your forte at all. Poe started to scream if you couldn’t extract the information Kylo could. “Was is it that difficult?”

 You looked down the floor as Kylo and you walked out of the small torture room.  “The map is in, a droid, a BB-8 unit,” Kylo said, you almost crashed into him.

 “If it is in Jakku, we’ll soon have it” That voice, sounded familiar, somehow. It can’t be, he was─ blue eyes, red hair… it was him. A smile appeared on your face, Armitage was alive.

 “L/N”

 You looked up to see Kylo standing a few meters in front of you. “Move”

 “Yes, Master Ren”

 You lurked in the shadows, was it a bad idea to talk to him. Maybe he had already forgotten about you. It had been ten years, he was taken away by his father. His and your father were in not very good terms after the fall of the Empire. “What are you doing here?”

 You whipped around to see him, his eyes were narrowed. “I ask─”

 “It’s me, Y/N”

 You huffed as a hand landed on your throat and your feet barely grazed the black floor. “Y/N, is dead. Now, talk”

 “I─” his grip on your throat tightened. “Trying, your… hand” you gasped trying to talk. Armitage said nothing losing his grip but not letting go of you her neck. “My sleeve” he scrunched his nose and glared at her. “A note”

 “Your senile if you think─”

 “We’ll conquer the universe”

 You stared at his blue eyes, “What are you doing here?” Armitage took a step back. “This is not a place for someone like you,” he said putting his hands behind his back. His eyes were cold, his lips were in a tight line. You felt it, he was constraining himself but from what?

 “Not the place? I am Knight of Ren, I kill─”

 “With that fool of Ren. No wonder, you’re still imprudent.” Harshly you removed your monochromatic mask and glared at him. His blue eyes widen as he analyzed your face.

 “Here, I don’t need it” You pulled the small piece of paper and pushed it against his chest. Armitage looked down at the small folded piece of paper, she felt a pull on her soul. What was that? “I thought we were friends. I was wrong” you looked up at him, his face was blank. But deep down you felt something, what was it?

 “We were foolish children, Y/N” Armitage took the piece of paper out of her grasp and tore it apart. “Idiotic, you keep this piece of paper for so long. You need to go, forget about it. We are no longer nothing” Armitage took a sharp turned and walked away. You stood there motionless looking at the pieces of the note.

 “Oh!”

 You looked up and saw a Stormtrooper walking with Poe. “What are you doing?”

 “You’re really beautiful,” Poe said winking at you, a rush of heat raised from your neck. “Red suits you better than black”

 Y/N looked down at her mask and quickly put in on. “I asked, what are you doing, soldier?”

 “I─”

 “Where are you taking the prisoner?” You asked taking tentative steps towards them.

 “We─ I mean I─”

 “We were trying to escape, now if you excuse us, princess.” Poe raised the blaster towards her direction. “Don’t take it personally” You rolled your eyes and raised your hand, the blaster landed on your feet. “What? Wo─”

 You touched your neck as something pierced your skin. You kneeled as your body felt heavy. “You should never leave your torturing devices” Poe kneeled in front of you, you held your neck. “Obedient serum, really? The First Order has very─”

 “We need to go” The Stormtrooper hissed at Poe. You glared at the man. “Come on, let’s go”

 “You’re coming with us,” Poe said and your body moved on its own accord

 “You so─”

 “Ah, don’t talk” Your mouth shut immediately, you wanted to open your mouth but it was futile. Poe smirked as you did what he told you.

 “Are you trying to getting us killed? She is a Knight of Ren. Are you insane?” The Stormtroopers hissed as you walked holding Poe by the other elbow. “Calm down, calm down”

 “I am calm” Poe responded looking at the soldier.

 “I was talking to me,” The Stormtrooper responded glancing fearfully towards you. “I am sorry, this it was not my idea. Killed him”

 “Hey!”

 Uncomfortably you sat in the small tight space of the TIE Fighter. “We could’ve just leave her”

 “Just focus, I need to find how to─ I got it”

You were trapped in your own mind as the two men pilot the small TIE Fighter.  You were going to kill both of them once the serum faded away. Black dots started to appear on your peripheral vision, something hot and liquid ran down your head. “Hey, don’t close your eyes. Listen to─”

[theriseofimagines]

Anticipating {Rey}

Anon asked: can you do a one shot of bb-8 trying to get rey to confess her feelings for the reader?

Anon asked: literally anything with rey I love her so much tbh!!!! (Female pronouns for reader)

A/N: so this is about 600 years old and i apologise. have fun. little bit of stormpilot thrown in there. unedited.

There was a sense of camaraderie Rey and Finn shared, being raised in hostility, learning to express themselves without fear of punishment or rejection. The shift was jarring, and everyone was so nice and wanted to help and sometimes Rey liked to remind them that she could do things herself and-

“I’m grabbing lunch, want me to get you anything?” Rey was curled partially inside the Falcon, taking a look at some wiring that had been damaged on Starkiller Base that she hadn’t gotten to before leaving to train. Now she was back, had a spare moment, and everyone from General Organa to BB-8 wanted to pass her a wrench or tell her how to fix the ship she had rescued, that she had studied.

“I know how to get myself lunch.” She snapped reflexively, jerking to an upright position, banging her head on the way. When she recovered, she saw the crestfallen expression of a pilot she knew only as ‘The One With the A-Wing’.

“You just- you seemed pretty invested.” The pilot’s weight was balanced on the balls of her feet, fidgeting with her hands as if she were stopping herself from going to the Jedi in training. “And I know you can get yourself lunch- I- sorry.” There was a nervous energy to the pilot that hadn’t been there before, genuine concern that she was trying to push down, embarrassed that she had possibly offended a Jedi.

“What is your name?” Rey asked, grabbing a rag and wiping the grease from her hands, trying to clear her mind the way Master Luke had taught her. This girl was only trying to help,

“Me?” The pilot asked, eyes wide, something almost imperceptibly shifting in her demeanor. She was still nervous, but there was something slightly awed about the way she regarded Rey. “[Y/N]!” She responded, before wincing at her overzealous introduction. Rey smiled at her enthusiasm, and though it was nervous, the pilot smiled back.

The pilot is quiet, Rey learned, this is her default setting, quiet and kind and always ready to lend a hand, when able. She spends most of her time buried in her own ship, always making modifications, upgrades, chattering away to the droids about what they think she should do next. BB-8 is of the firm opinion that the next step is to paint her ship bright orange, and Rey has to stifle a giggle as the pilot explains that it would just make her a target. When the droid rolls away, the pilot meets Rey’s gaze, with a grin mirroring the padawan’s. Something tightens in Rey’s chest when she sees it, and she tries not to think about it too hard.

It gets worse, with every moment she spends with the pilot, Rey can feel herself being suffocated by her own thoughts. You’d adjusted yourself to fit her without even realising, it seemed like you were always there when she needed someone to talk to, though you were never patronising. After your first interaction, you’d never offered to do something for her, instead, you’d ask her to tag along, you made her feel invited without even trying.

“I think it’s a pilot thing.” Finn had mused while watching Black Squadron prepare for a mission, both he and Rey sitting in the Falcon’s cockpit that overlooked the opening of the aircraft hangar, as the woman replaced some faulty wires in the dashboard. His starry-eyed gaze was focused on Poe, who turned, grinning brightly at Finn, before giving him a wink and ascending the ladder to his cockpit, beginning his pre-flight checks. Rey huffs, her stomach fluttering as she looked up in time to see you bounding into the hangar, zipping up your flight suit with one hand as you carried your helmet in the other.

“You saved his life and he’s not exactly shy about how he feels about you, yours is not a universal experience, Finn.” Rey shot back at her friend, who was silent as the two watched you across the hanger as you stopped, gave a small wave and a shy smile to the pair.

“So how do you feel about her?” Finn asked, turning his attention away from you as you made your way to your A-Wing. Rey remained stubbornly quiet. “I’m just saying that it’s not all ‘big, grand gestures’ that mean someone loves you.” He mused with a shrug. Rey’s blush was all the confirmation he needed.

The real shock came, however, when BB-8 confronted the Jedi-In-Training, doing the best impression of a frown that Rey had ever seen on a droid, whistling about how they heard Poe and Finn talking, and if Rey didn’t say something to you soon, the boys planned to do something both dramatic and probably embarrassing. Half of Rey wanted them to just get it over with, it was getting harder every day to meditate these feelings away to serenity, and to have them out in the open would probably help. The other half, however, knew that you would hate something so public like the boys would probably have planned, and as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she loved you, and did want to keep you in her life, rather than chase you off with some big, public display.

“But what if she doesn’t like me like that?” Rey finds herself confiding in the droid, who, for the first time she’s known them, takes the time to be reassuring and compassionate, relaying all the instances of mutual heart-eyes they’d seen between the two of you, and the way you would gush about the young Jedi to Poe whenever the topic came up. The way Rey’s cheeks heated up at the simple story seemed to satisfy the astromech, who rolled away, announcing that they were going to fetch you before Rey had time to change her mind.

She tried to come up with a plan in the short time she was given, sorting through her feelings and thoughts for something, anything to say. That wasn’t the whole truth, she knew what she wanted to say, but she didn’t know how to get the words out. They were heavy on her tongue, dripping through her mind like syrup, too sweet and cloying to be real. Rey didn’t like being unfocused or unprepared, her heart was hammering in her chest. You smiled expectantly at her when you arrived. BB-8 whistled.

“Are you alright?” The way you smiled at her, so sincere and open and genuinely caring, all of Master Luke’s mindfulness training left her mind, and she’s left looking foolish. Feelings were so inconsiderate sometimes.

“Yes.” It sounds more like a question than anything else, which only proved to make you more confused, raising an eyebrow, resting a gentle hand on her elbow.

“BeeBee said you wanted to see me.” You told her, voice calm and level. She hates this, hates that she can barely function around you, around the uncompromising sincerity you project, the overwhelming desire to be kind and helpful you somehow carry.

“Yes, I do.” It was said with a far more confident air than the previous statement, and already you looked placated, expression shifting from one of faint apprehension to affection and the barest trace of amusement. “I love you.” Finally she got the words out. It seemed like every little thing you did had her singing those words in her head, and finally she got to speak them, her expression calm and confident.

“I love you too.” There was nothing but fondness and affection written all over your face, but there was something about your tone that set her on edge, something familial, or possibly even a tinge of resignation.

“Romantically.” She clarified, and there was a moment where she watched the way your eyes glazed over, smile freezing before it cracked into something more excited and genuine as you squeezed her shoulder.

“Oh, thank goodness.” You breathed, and the relief and happiness in your voice had her laughing out of shock. “I love you too,” you repeated, eyes sparkling, “romantically.” The way she kissed you was neither serene, nor was it appropriate conduct for a Jedi in public, but Rey was sure Master Luke would make an exception for young love.