#grumpy affection drabbles

Thank you! Hope you’re having a wonderful day too. 

Smuggler Ben Solo + “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know.” 

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Taking your forearm you swiped across your forehead, releasing the slightest sigh in the same motion. Working on ships certainly was a less tiring feat when you weren’t sweating up a storm. For whatever reason the planet decided to kick up the humidity on this one day. The air in the hangar felt so thick you swore you could feel the weight of it when you inhaled. 

But the Resistance needed their ships, and hell or high water they needed you. 

“Hey (Y/N), toss me that wrench?”

Pulled out of your focus from the work before you, you turned your attention to your right. Almost instantly you were greeted by an exhausted but charming smirk from the one person you would dare to call your partner in crime. Ben Solo. 

Soon after you had enlisted into the Resistance you and the young smuggler had become fast friends. For whatever reason it seemed as though you two just clicked, understood each other in a way you couldn’t quite explain. While you were typically cautious of letting people into your life, it seemed as though Ben Solo sauntered straight up and tore that wall down. 

You knew he was cocky about it too. He knew he was a special case for you. 

“Sure thing.”

Digging through your own supply you soon found the wrench in question, effortlessly tossing it towards Ben who caught it with ease. As soon as he had a solid grip on it he gave you a wink.

“Thanks hun.”

You could feel the little wave of heat flush through your face as you shook your head. Even with his reputation of being a flirt he always had a way of making you feel special. Arguably more than anyone else.

A hand slipped to your hip, “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know.”

He stopped for a moment to smile at you, “I know. I take that knowledge with honor.”

Your brow arched, “Do you?”

He gave you another wink before gently taking his hand and beating it against his chest, “Hold it close.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re too much Solo.”

“But you love it.”

Poe then appeared shaking his head, “Alright you two, stop flirting and get to work. We need those transports off the ground stat.”

Haha thank you! Love ya too

Modern Triplet Kylo + “Hey, stop looking at me like that– I don’t like how cute you look.” + “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know.”  + “Ew. Get away from me. No– not you. You stay.” 

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As the TV drawled on and on you looked over to your right. Kylo had been sitting with you in the triplets apartment for what felt like ages now. Realistically it was probably only a half hour, but the silence was getting to you. It was as though it was permeating your thoughts. It was so quiet and yet the unexplained tension was so loud you couldn’t focus. 

You sighed before attempting to look forward again. Maybe if you got out of your own head you could shake it off, not focus so much on the silence. That was until Kylo shifted ever so slightly, somehow catching your attention. You watched him for a moment only to see him still as statue once again, still focusing forward with that slight pout of his lips.

Slowly you began turning your attention forward again until his voice brought you to a pause, “Would you stop looking at me like that?”

Your brow quirked, “Like what?”

“That...I don’t know its a look.”

You rolled your eyes with a soft laugh before donning your best longing gaze. No matter how he interpreted it you were certain this was what he meant. You did tend to have a certain look glaze over you when you were lost in thought or dazed, “You mean like this?”

“Hey, stop looking at me like that- I don’t like how cute you look.”

Almost in surprise your brows rose, “You think I look cute?”

“I didn’t say that exactly.”

You hummed as you gave him a little smirk in response. There had always been jokes that Kylo pined after you but you had never given them any weight before. He always seemed annoyed or indifferent to you or of you. Although the slightest tint of pink on his ears now made you think otherwise. 

“So what did you say then?”

Kylo huffed, “Fine I said you look cute.”

Satisfied with yourself you settled back into your seat on the couch, “Thanks handsome.”

He finally turned to you then with a little bit softer of a gaze, “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know.”

You shrugged, “I mean...it’s just an observation.”

“One I only want you making.”

You could feel your gut flutter at that. Where was this coming from? Kylo hardly spoke and all of a sudden there seemed to be a soft and suave demeanor you had never expected from him. Then again, he was Han Solo’s child. No matter how much he wanted to deny it. 

Before you could speak Ben came strolling into the room, still chewing on a snack as he brought a bowl in tow with him, “Ooo, what are we watching?”

Kylo grumbled, “Nothing you need to see.”

Not even bothering to regard his brothers comment Ben went to sit directly next to Kylo, just barely getting himself situated before he was suddenly shoved. With a little stumble Ben shifted forward on the couch as he accidentally fell into Kylos lap. Almost instinctively Kylo shoved him off of his lap once again.

“The hell let me sit down.”

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

Ben then smirked and backed himself up directly in front of Kylo, “I guess I’ll stand then.”

Kylo almost visibly cringed as he tried to shove his brother out of the way. Considering how close Bens behind was to Kylos face you could understand why too. 

“Ew. Get away from me.” 

Ben groaned, “What you don’t want some warm company Kylie?”

“Not anymore.”

With that Ben scoffed before walking off into the other room, “Fine.”

For a moment you wondered if that meant you too? Sure Kylo was introvert who adored his alone time, but had he changed his mind on the earlier sentiment that quickly? Maybe you had gotten your hopes up for what he considered a joke.

With a sigh you went to get up, ready to collect your phone and snack before you heard Kylos voice beside you, “No-not you. You stay.”

You turned towards him with furrowed brows, “What about not wanting company?”

“I didn’t want the company of Ben’s ass.”

“...And mine?”

Sure!

Phasma +  “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more– shut up.” 

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You never remembered Starkiller being this cold. Even when you were assigned to patrol the outside of the base it never seemed to be this frigid. Of course it was only a temporary discomfort, given that this was a short intel mission. All you had to do was take the records from this rumored Resistance base back to the Supremacy and then you’d be home free. 

The only thing making bear this mission and the conditions was your captain in charge. Phasma. 

She had been your captain for what felt like years. There had been so many in charge of your squadron but none of them, at least in your opinion, measured up to Phasma. She was cunning, precise and otherwise cold blooded. Her work and technique were flawless. You didn’t just respect her, you admired her. 

And now it found you behind her on this foreign terrain. Treading cautiously behind her with careful breaths and a tight grip on your blaster.

“Only  a little further till we’re in range.”

You nodded in response, “Copy.”

Three steps were taken forward, your mind already going through the procedures you had to enact the moment you gained access. What you had to look for, what you should open, holos that you should crack the codes to first. Everything had an order and a reason. 

Just as you were about to run through it once more, you froze. The sound of multiple footsteps suddenly brought you and Phasma to a halt. While you froze solid like a statue it seemed as though Phasma hit a snag abruptly. 

Just as she was about to stand firm, mirroring your own posture, her chrome boot caught in something beneath the new snowy terrain. With your eyes widening, fully aware of the other presence that might hear her armor crash against the ground, you sprung forward. With a quick hand and firm grip you wrapped your hand around her armor, gripping tightly to the fold in her elbow. Given how heavy she was in the armor you weren’t certain you would stop her from creating a rather loud clanking noise, but it was worth the shot. If anything she would give you credit no matter the outcome.

To your relief your grip was just enough. With the slightest grunt of exertion escaping from her mask, her fully armored self stopped abruptly just inches from the ground as she braced herself and tugged on your grip of support. Almost instantly you sighed in relief. 

After a quick moment Phasma nudged her helmet towards you, signaling that she wanted to stand. Or more so, get your assistance so no noise came from your otherwise concealed vantage point. You gave a nod back in response before using your strength to lift her back to her full height. Unfortunately due to the over exertion of your effort she did more than just stand to her full height. 

Still linked to your arm, Phasma abruptly flew up to her full height and straight against your chest. Against any other judgment except keeping her off of the ground and keeping you both concealed you pulled your other arm around her. Had you not been trying to brace her weight against your own on a slippery snow scape it would likely look like you were embracing each other to any other passerby. 

The air suddenly seemed to grow warm, or perhaps that was just you? You couldn’t quite tell. Frankly you were afraid to find out as well considering that your captain was staring directly at you mere inches away from your face, mask or not. 

You stuttered, “I’m uh-I’m-”

Phasma’s gloved hand suddenly flew up between you as she placed one finger up, “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more– shut up.“

Your brows furrowed for a moment, “You crave my affection?” 

Your tone was so quiet you weren’t even sure if you had said it aloud. From Phasma’s next move though, you got your answer.

Without breaking eye contact with you she used her other hand to blast a shot up and at a 120 degree angle from the both of you. Just as you were about to question her motives you took quick notice of the Resistance fighters body plummeting down to the snow almost as quickly as the flakes from the sky.

“This is not really the place to discuss that.”

You nodded quickly as you broke away from her getting your blaster ready, “Agreed.”

May we have 3 + Maul please? 

I’m not gonna lie this was a struggle since I don't picture Maul saying either of these in anyway, but I think I got it!

Darth Maul + “You’re so annoying. Oh my God– I love you so much.”  + “Ew. Get away from me. No– not you. You stay.” 

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“As your master, I will train you in the ways of the force. Teach you the ways of the Sith.”

Your head was held high, your body fairly stiff in posture as you stood at attention with a group of other apprentices. Your master, the infamous Sith Darth Maul himself, was pacing before you all with his hands behind his back. 

You had anticipated this day for months. Feeling your insides nearly soar as the day grew closer, you finally felt it come back to the planets floor. You were finally in the final stages of your training. Soon enough you would be among the same ranks as your master. Perhaps if you were lucky it would also mean you would gain even more time with him.

“Soon we will reveal ourselves to the Jedi. And soon, we will reign above them. You must perfect your craft and prepare.”

Ever so slightly you rolled your eyes. Although you knew it was a part of his role as master to continually badger you all to train, you couldn’t help but find it redundant. Especially for apprentices such as you.

Before you could even stop yourself from thinking it suddenly your thoughts slipped, “You’re so annoying. Oh my God- I love you so much.”

Just as your eyes were about to widen, even despite your best poker face, you noticed your masters gaze snap towards you. Certainly he knew on some level how you felt about him, but nobody else certainly knew that. A long tense moment of silence passed before Maul kept walking. Dissipating the tension between you, you felt your lungs release the breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

“By morning cycle you will begin the final trials. Then we will find who is fit to destroy the Jedi. You’re dismissed.”

You all bowed your heads to the master, resigning to speak. It was customary at this point as you knew your master did not like to waste his words or spare people many of them. 

Carefully you reached down to collect the few things you had brought into the temple to train only to hear your master suddenly speak up.

“Ew.” Your brows furrowed. Had you misheard him? Perhaps he said ‘ugh’?

Looking up abruptly from what you were doing you noticed his gaze on the location where you stood.

“Get away from me.”

For a brief moment you felt a pin through your heart. What had you done? You only had one slip of your thoughts, and truthfully it wasn’t that bad. How could be so dismissive so suddenly to you?

Just as your shoulders sagged and you began to turn away you suddenly heard his voice echo off of the walls again, “No-not you. You stay.”

Hesitantly you turned your gaze back to your master seeing his eyes locked on you. Apparently this time he was most certainly talking to you. And the energy of the force that thrummed through the room only confirmed that. You could practically feel how he was reaching out to you.

“Yes master?”

He gave you the most subtle lilt of his lips you had ever seen. You knew smiles were likely unnatural for him in every way, but this was certainly the closest he could come.