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before: ben, san, the new guy

Hey Benji!

I know we just talked like the other day but I felt like we didn't really talk about your new boyfriend enough. Or more like I didn't talk to you properly about it. About him I should say.

The thing is I know I said some not-so-nice stuff about Hux before this but really honestly TRULY I'm happy for you. On prom night I said that I wanted you to try to be with other people and be happy, and you did it! You did exactly that. And that's good. It might not seem like it sometimes, I know, but I always want what's best for you, Ben. It's been that way since we were little, hasn't it? And it's never gonna change.

I guess I'm writing because you seemed sort of hesitant when we were talking. Like you might be having second thoughts about dating Hux, or you were dwelling on thinking about you and me and what it was like when we were together. And you know, I think it's like this:

remember when we used to 'camp' except it was just your dad pitching a tent for us in the backyard and your mom making banana boats and your Uncle Chewie pretending to be a bear attacking the tent? How fun it was and how we went on that camping trip at school and I got really upset because it was in the stupid woods and we had to use that gross camping toilet and eat disgusting camp food and I hated it and wanted to go home and you kept promising me it would get better if I just calmed down and tried to have fun?

You were right, and you know you were right even if I never actually admitted it, because I had a good time on that trip in the end. That's how we should look at this. You and me was flashlights in the backyard, and you and Hux is real tents. It's real camping, with somebody who understands camping and can do all of the things that make it fun and fulfilling and whatever else it should be.

I had a good time on that trip in the end -- but I haven't been camping since, Ben. I'm not cut out for some things.

Anyhow I won't drag on. I'll call you in a couple days and if you want we can talk about it more? But I wanted to get it down on paper, to give you a chance to think about it and mull it over and decide if you want to talk. If you don't that's fine too, you know I don't mind. I can see how your brain works even if it's over the phone.

Love you always, Santa bean

ps. I kind of am envious of you, you know that? Dating is hard. I don't really like anybody and nobody likes me. I've been doing my usual thing of a few dates and blowies and handjobs and that's as far as it ever goes before we lose interest (I mean some of them have wanted to fuck me but I'm not that kind of girl). Guess I gotta keep frenching those frogs.

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OMG I KEEP MEANING TO PUT TAINTED LOVE ON THE PLAYLIST AND THEN I FIND THIS

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Character MBTI

Ike Evans - ENFJ

The Protagonist

ENFJs are idealist organizers, driven to implement their vision of what is best for humanity. They often act as catalysts for human growth because of their ability to see potential in other people and their charisma in persuading others to their ideas. They are focused on values and vision, and are passionate about the possibilities for people.

ENFJs are typically energetic and driven, and often have a lot on their plates. They are tuned into the needs of others and acutely aware of human suffering; however, they also tend to be optimistic and forward-thinking, intuitively seeing opportunity for improvement. The ENFJ is ambitious, but their ambition is not self-serving: rather, they feel personally responsible for making the world a better place.

Santiago Morales - ESFP

The Entertainer

ESFPs are vivacious entertainers who charm and engage those around them. They are spontaneous, energetic, and fun-loving, and take pleasure in the things around them: food, clothes, nature, animals, and especially people.

ESFPs are typically warm and talkative and have a contagious enthusiasm for life. They like to be in the middle of the action and the center of attention. They have a playful, open sense of humor, and like to draw out other people and help them have a good time.

Orson Krennic - INTP

The  Logician

INTPs are philosophical innovators, fascinated by logical analysis, systems, and design. They are preoccupied with theory, and search for the universal law behind everything they see. They want to understand the unifying themes of life, in all their complexity.

INTPs are detached, analytical observers who can seem oblivious to the world around them because they are so deeply absorbed in thought. They spend much of their time in their own heads: exploring concepts, making connections, and seeking understanding of how things work. To the Architect, life is an ongoing inquiry into the mysteries of the universe.

Stevie Evans-Krennic - ESTP

The Dynamo

ESTPs are energetic thrillseekers who are at their best when putting out fires, whether literal or metaphorical. They bring a sense of dynamic energy to their interactions with others and the world around them. They assess situations quickly and move adeptly to respond to immediate problems with practical solutions.

Active and playful, ESTPs are often the life of the party and have a good sense of humor. They use their keen powers of observation to assess their audience and adapt quickly to keep interactions exciting. Although they typically appear very social, they are rarely sensitive; the ESTP prefers to keep things fast-paced and silly rather than emotional or serious.

Danny Evans-Krennic - ISFJ

The Defender 

ISFJs are industrious caretakers, loyal to traditions and organizations. They are practical, compassionate, and caring, and are motivated to provide for others and protect them from the perils of life.

ISFJs are conventional and grounded, and enjoy contributing to established structures of society. They are steady and committed workers with a deep sense of responsibility to others. They focus on fulfilling their duties, particularly when they are taking care of the needs of other people. They want others to know that they are reliable and can be trusted to do what is expected of them. They are conscientious and methodical, and persist until the job is done.

Ben Solo - ESFJ

The Consul

ESFJs are conscientious helpers, sensitive to the needs of others and energetically dedicated to their responsibilities. They are highly attuned to their emotional environment and attentive to both the feelings of others and the perception others have of them. ESFJs like a sense of harmony and cooperation around them, and are eager to please and provide.

ESFJs value loyalty and tradition, and usually make their family and friends their top priority. They are generous with their time, effort, and emotions. They often take on the concerns of others as if they were their own, and will attempt to put their significant organizational talents to use to bring order to other people's lives.

Armitage Hux - INTJ 

The Mastermind

INTJs are analytical problem-solvers, eager to improve systems and processes with their innovative ideas. They have a talent for seeing possibilities for improvement, whether at work, at home, or in themselves.

Often intellectual, INTJs enjoy logical reasoning and complex problem-solving. They approach life by analyzing the theory behind what they see, and are typically focused inward, on their own thoughtful study of the world around them. INTJs are drawn to logical systems and are much less comfortable with the unpredictable nature of other people and their emotions. They are typically independent and selective about their relationships, preferring to associate with people who they find intellectually stimulating.

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"I don't want you here."

San stuck his leg through the door, moving quickly to wedge his arm in too, and from there it didn't take much to shove hard and get himself into Hux and Ben's apartment (was it still Ben's? Hell, he was probably still paying for it out of guilt and confusion). "I know," he said. "But you fucking owe me. After what you did to the both of us, but especially me, Hux."

Armitage sneered at San, not trying to get him out again. "So what is it?" he asked. "Revenge? You've come to dress me down, make me pay? To rub it in my face how much Ben's still in love with you, even after the way you treated him all these years, the neglect and heartlessness?"

"I'm not--" San started when Hux brought up revenge, but the rest of it, what he had to say about Ben, made Santiago flush, dropping his gaze. "That's not fair," he said. "I love him too. And I know I wasn't great to him. But it's changed, I've changed." He stepped forward before Hux had a chance to rebut that. "I love him, and I know you do too. Because otherwise why would you have done that to us to try and save his life?"

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"I do. I do, Hux. Ben Diamond told me about it."

The two of them stared at each other. All of their interactions had been around, through, with Ben; San thought Hux was a stuck-up tyrant, and Hux thought San was a thoughtless bitch. Only the truth of what was happening to Ben could make them even able to consider working together.

"Listen," San said, "I don't care if he ever gets back together with you. I hope he doesn't, because you're awful to him and I want him to be with somebody who loves him the way he is instead of making him feel all the time like he's done something wrong. But that's exactly it, Hux. So long as you're mad at him he'll think he's done something wrong to you. And I can't have that."

Giving an incredulous laugh, Hux threw up his hands and stalked a few feet away. "What do you propose, then, San?" he demanded. "I make nice with him and then he bloody dies happy?"

"You do what I tell you." San watched, preternaturally calm as Hux worked himself up. "I'm going to fix this. I'm going to find out from Ben Diamond how to fix it, and he's going to tell me, because I have angel blood in me, Armitage." San smiled slowly, with a cold sort of pleasure, as he watched the penny drop. "That's right. The white light and sound that scared you so much after the mind-palace? That was me. The angelic host, in the flesh."

"Of course. The golden boy, getting everything he's ever wanted," Hux spat, mouth twisting in bitter pain. San let him have it. He wasn't wrong. And if he didn't know the ways San had suffered before getting those things, well.

"Be good to him," San said, and watched Hux falter. "I know you want to. You miss him, how could you not? Sweet Benji." Hux made a strained, suffocated noise, and Santiago surged forward, seeing an opening. "I want him to have everything, Hux, and he wants you to love him and treat him well. He can't be yours anymore, not all the way, but you can still love him. He deserves that."

"Omega bitch," Hux said, strangled, but San could smell the scent of his arousal. He stepped closer, never taking his gaze from Hux's.

"I know," San said. "You're an Alpha, and you need an Omega to fuck, and I just had a baby, Hux." He watched Hux draw in a rattled breath, the front of his trousers getting tighter at the thought. "My husband bred me and made me pregnant and I had a baby, my body's gone through that, swelling up and ripening with it, because I'm a perfect Omega, Hux, and I know what an Alpha needs--"

Hux reached out and grabbed San's wrist, twisting it behind his back and yanking him in close to smash against Hux's hard cock. "We need to force whore Omegas to submit to us," he said through his teeth, and San nodded, breathless, when Hux added, "...whores like you."

"Yes," San said, starting to sink to his knees, but Hux's grip on him tightened to keep San standing, something desperate crossing his face.

"I miss him," the Alpha admitted, in almost a sob. "I wish I hadn't -- I wish it hadn't gotten so out of control, I only wanted to help him and I wanted to -- he was still so in love with you, I couldn't stand it, I--" Hux got himself under control, wet pale eyes fixed on San who was waiting, waiting.

Hux swallowed. "I wanted to punish you," he said, and San said in a whisper, a secret agreement between them:

"--you can punish me, Hux. I know what you want." San's voice dropped to almost non-existent. "You want me to not want it."

He twisted his arm, breaking Hux's grip on his wrist, and slapped the redhead's shocked face. "I knew you'd be a miserable bastard about this!" San said, loudly. "Well, fine -- fuck you, then. Forget it." San turned on his heel, starting to stalk to the door. "Ben's better off without you, anyhow, now that he has--" San's tirade was cut off with a shriek when Hux's long stride caught him easily, Hux's hand clenched in his curls, the tall Alpha dragging San to the bedroom and throwing him onto the mattress. He hauled the struggling Omega up far enough to lock his wrists into the cuffs and chains at the headboard, stripping open his clothes with fast, rough movements before picking up a spreader bar.

"Everybody coddles you," Hux growled, locking the bar cuffs around San's ankles. "You're spoiled. I'm the only one who can see through you, and I'm going to teach you your place. On your back, taking an Alpha's cock whether you want it or not. You're nothing but a mouth, a pussy, and an ass to fuck, a collection of wet usable holes."

"Please, please Hux, please don't hurt me," San begged, eyes welling up, but Hux only lifted the bar, face implacable, and spread it to its limits.

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