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To say you feel lucky to know him would be a grave understatement. Ben makes you laugh harder than anyone in the galaxy. Although he never likes to admit it too loudly, likes to keep his bravado nice and fed, he's easily the most caring person you know. He never forgets to grab an extra portion of your favorite meal in the dining hall whenever you're caught up with work or sleep past breakfast. Which is more often than you would like to admit. You don't tell him that after the third time you woke up to your beloved steaming blue cream pastry sitting on your bedside table accidentally sleeping in became a bit less accidental. It's nice to be cared for, and you've never felt more cared after by anyone than Ben. He's the hardest working member on base and seems to never be done with the day. He's charming and witty and has gotten you out of more scraps than you really think you deserve. He's your Ben.
All that being said, he can be the biggest cock you've ever met.
Maker love him, but your best friend can be an asshole.
Maker love you, you're patient.
Stubborn? Oh, definitely. But mostly patient.
Which is why after almost two hours of sitting atop of the Falcon with a red-faced, overworked, and overly tired (grumpy) Ben Solo, you really couldn't stay quiet too much longer. While the cool breeze of the approaching night through your hair feels like bliss and your legs swinging back and forth under the wings of one of the greatest ships in the galaxy with him right beside you is a joy to say the least, the steel is making your spine ache and...you're just bored. And you know how much he likes to do things his own way and fix things on his own (you can imagine having a father and mother like his would call for a strong desire for independence) and you've respected that, you don't know how much longer your poor tailbone and sanity can take.
"I think those mods you got sold the other day did more harm than good."
"Mhm."
"They were a wonky idea to begin with. Who really needs a third power converter? Silly..."
"Yep."
"And they're meant for a completely different model ship. I'm not the greatest swindler, sure, but even I think that taking black acrylic and going over one digit of the ID stamp to make it seem legit is amateur stuff to say the least."
"Uh-huh." This was going about as well as you thought it would.
"...So you should probably remove them."
"I hear you. Read you loud and clear, Kid." That stupid nickname. He wasn't that much older. He never let you forget it though. Damn him.
"Like right now."
All you heard in response was a hefty thunk and "kriff" spat out through his teeth. You couldn't help but wince.
"You don't have to yank to hard, just loosen the end a bit with that some oil and twist left-"
He popped up out of the repair pit like a spring. "I KNOW, (Y/N)! That's what I've doing for the last, damned two- wait. Did you say left?"
Surely he's kidding. "Yeah left, Ben."
A couple of owlish blinks were all you got before he disappeared back to where he's been for the whole evening. This time instead of a thunk it was a satisfying hiss of air. He sprang up again.
"Well, what do you know..." he said. You rolled your eyes.
"It's almost like I know what I'm doing." He rolled his eyes back, a bit softer.
"Sorry, Kid. I got caught up in my head. You really should've said something earlier though, save us some time."
"BEN, I TRIE-"
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I promise, I know I should've listened."
"Mhm." You can't help but cross your arms, can't help but pout just a tiny bit.
"Alright, grumpy, let's get some food in you. I've kept you here long enough, one can only handle so much of my overwhelming genius." You're sure you don't need to tell him that long enough is really never enough.
He laughs, As he climbs down the ladder and you slide forward and let yourself swing down, as many times as he's told you not to. He has a hard time saying no to you. But as always, before you let yourself drop, he's there to catch you. Swinging you over his shoulders and carrying you down to the cafeteria.
"Yeah, yeah Solo, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Also, I'm taking whatever credits we get when we sell those mods. I use the term mod loosely, by the way. And your dessert."
As said before, he has a hard time saying no to you.