I love all your work tremendously. Each and every thing is a gem of absolute beauty. But I am pretty hung up on your PYT verse. Do you have any lame, everyday, kinky, whatever headcannon about that please and thank you. wish you a great weekend!
sorry i have no idea what all has happened in this verse anymore because it’s a mess but for those who want to get caught up, here are some ficlets on ao3 and here’s the tag.
so, ok, hux is the neediest, clingiest brat ren has ever dealt with. every morning ren wakes up to a text that says, “good morning!” and like. how does hux both wake up earlier than ren and stay up later than him? does the boy ever sleep? and even though ren literally never replies, hux continues forth as if he had, commentating his entire day, everything from, “ugh grocery store lines, am i right?” to “FUCKING TRAFFIC FFS” to “do you think cleopatra’s bee vibrator would be considered beastiality today?”
on his good days, ren replies with the occasional, “lol” or “hm” or “no.” on his bad days, he doesn’t reply at all.
then one day ren wakes up to no good-morning message. hux must be busy, he thinks. it’s pumpkin spice latte season after all. and he mentioned he had a test coming up. probably stayed up too late studying. no mid-morning message either, no “bored in accounting lol.” noon rolls around and still no word, not even a snap of what hux is having for lunch before his 1pm art history class. by three, ren is not only concerned, but furious at this concern -- he never realized how much he thinks about hux in a single day. how these benign, boring messages added color to his otherwise bland existence. by now hux should be ranting about how much he’s dreading ochem while crossing campus to his weekly lab.
by four, ren’s thumbs twitch and hover over his phone, and he finally types, “i’d like you to come over this evening.” hux has gotten into the habit of inviting himself over with just a few hours’ notice. sometimes he shows up at ren’s door asking petulantly to be fucked into oblivion. sometimes he just wants to watch a movie and they cuddle on the couch until hux falls asleep, and ren carries him to bed. ren hasn’t actually noticed how much their relationship has changed since they’ve been...seeing each other.
five rolls around and hux hasn’t replied. he’s the kind of person who keeps his read receipts on (pathetic), and he hasn’t checked the message. on his way out the door toward the elevator, ren calls hux, casual as you please even though they’ve never spoken on the phone. when hux picks up, ren plans to rattle off some potential evening plans, not even acknowledging this is out of the norm for them or that he noticed hux’s absence throughout the day. it rings and rings, but hux doesn’t answer. his voicemail says, “leave a message and i’ll get back to you,” and that’s it. against his better judgment, ren says, “call me,” and hangs up.
at home ren pours himself a finger of scotch and gets on his laptop to check hux’s feeds. no #tbt insta posts, no status updates, no tweets, no reblogs. is hux dead? has he been kidnapped? is this his way of breaking up with ren? are they close enough to break up? are they even together?
ren tries to watch the news, but keeps checking his phone even though his volume is on loud. he opens imessage and checks hux’s read receipts what feels like a hundred times. he considers calling again but doesn’t. he considers finding hux’s dad on facebook and seeing if there’s been an emergency, then he realizes he doesn’t know if hux is even out to his family yet, or if he’s told them about ren, and...fuck, would ren want to be introduced to hux’s family at some point? he considers calling hospitals and seeing if anyone has admitted a ginger twink. he considers calling morgues too, but that seems too far.
he texts, “where the hell are you??” at eight.
he calls and leaves another voicemail -- “where the hell are you?” -- at nine.
by ten, he’s pacing his kitchen, on his fourth scotch, and his phone beeps. he dives over the couch to get it and rolls onto the floor. he unlocks the phone with shaking fingers and opens a text from hux that reads, “i told you i had training all day today.”
every muscle in ren’s body relaxes. he’s been an idiot -- hux got a promotion to shift leader. he mentioned he’d be in training all day just yesterday, but it was wedged between three long texts about his accounting homework. before ren can reply, hux adds, “needy much? jesus.” followed by, “we went out for drinks after. i haven’t been able to look at my phone all day. fucking torture.”
ren hesitates before replying. he doesn’t have his read receipts on -- he could make hux think he went to bed. that he wasn’t staying up waiting for a reply. it could be a sort of punishment, a passive aggressive one although it may be.
hux adds, “i missed you.”
and before ren can think better of it, he replies, “i missed you too.”
