i think they’d grow really close if they ever got the free time to spend with each other and they’d be the type of friends to just chill whenever they got a day off
i didn’t originally draw this as ship art, but am tagging it regardless and you’re free to tag it as ship art as well; i just want you to be happy, bud
this is technically a wip, but i don’t know if i have it in me to finish it, so i’ll just leave this here and say happy valentines. hope you all spend it with your so, friends, family, or by yourself, if that’s what you’re about rn!
R2, BB-8, and the other droids follow you around everywhere and love you because you’ve become the unofficial droid parent. If anyone needs you for anything, just follow the sound of whirling parts and beep-boops and they’ll find you. Your significant other finds it freaking adorable.
(A/N: I’m sorry, as soon as I see anything involving droids & BB-8, my mind goes directly to Poe! >_<)
Plot Summary: You’re an exemplary droid mechanic. So much so that every droid on base, when not doing their duties, are with you, including R2-D2 and BB-8. You understand their language fluently, and realize that the orange and white droid belonging to a certain Poe Dameron starts calling you ‘mom’, leading to every other droid calling you the same. But…how’s ‘dad’ going to react?
“And…Done! Alright buddy, try moving your arm now.” You leaned back, wiping the light beads of sweat off your forehead.
The war droid rotated each joint in its’ newly-installed arm, before beeping in delight.
“I’m glad you like it!” The droid wanted to give you a hug as a first test of it’s new arm, and you happily complied.
“Alright, now you be a little more careful, okay? I like seeing you when you’re not missing limbs.” You smiled as the droid saluted and walked off into the evening.
The cleaning droids that always hang around your workshop got to work scrubbing the paint and oil off the floor, robotically humming as the medical droids sterilized the room, leaving the war droid to pick up the heavy objects and sort them.
Even R2-D2 was with you, making sure everything goes back into proper order.
“Thanks again, you guys. This place would be a mess without you cleaning up my junk.” You took off the top part of your jumpsuit, tying the sleeves around your waist.
The droids finished cleaning and went over to you, expressing happy beeps and boops.
“Oh, you guys are too nice. Go ahead and charge up, we’ve got a big day tomorrow!” You smiled before they whirled around cheerfully, making their way to their respective stations.
As you were about to leave, a familiar squealing noise seemed to go towards you.
BB-8 rolled right into your workshop, as you knelt down.
“Hey, BB-8! How are you?” You hugged the spherical droid as it beeped excitedly, and you barely kept up with it’s speech.
“Am I interrupting anything?” Poe leaned against the doorway, smirking.