koujaaku:

Hux opened his door, scattering those thoughts as he circled the car to stand beside Ben, peering up at the blinking neon sign proclaiming their destination as Joe’s Breakfast Shack. The lights behind the S had burned out, a dubious portent for the little diner.

Thunder pealed overhead, the wind picking up, flinging pieces of a discarded newspaper off a nearby bench. Hux tucked his hands in his armpits.

“Is this a date, Ben Solo?” he dared to ask, raising an eyebrow with a smile that felt more hopeful on his lips than taunting.

Ben didn’t take his bait, and instead shrugged out of his black letter jacket. He’d draped it around Hux’s narrow shoulders before Hux realized what was happening.

Hux belatedly tried to sidestep away, but Ben didn’t let go of the lapels. “I’m fine,” Hux insisted.

“You’re shivering,” Ben countered, brow furrowed as he met Hux’s eyes. There was something protective about his gaze.

a scene from chapter 4 of @kyluxtrashcompactor’s fic i can see through you (see to the real you)! please go take a read; it’s an amazing story about “bad boy” Hux and good student Ben and how they meet each other halfway and I love it! PS. thanks to all who came to my first official stream and watched me draw💕 [background image]

jeusus:

“Don’t take me for an idiot tourist, I know these go for much lower, they are grown locally.”

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The medical droid’s diagnostic was simple: Hux would never get better if he doesn’t get his stress levels and crippling anxiety down. 

He was advised to take a prolonged shore leave in a familiar place, get off his medication and enjoy some peace and quiet, concentrate on himself and the needs of his mind and body.

How can one ever get their stress levels down with Kylo Ren fretting over them all day long as if they were made of glass Hux didn’t know, but he still allowed the Supreme Leader to “escort” him to Arkanis for 10 days of vacation. 

jeusus:

Armitage activates it.

The room is suddenly awash with stars projected on the walls, some of them twinkling slightly. In the top corner of the room, a shooting star darts across the ceiling and down the wall.

Armitage opens his mouth to contextualize the rest of the piece for Ren—the way the sound will build from nothing, atmospheric sound together with the sound of the wind and a consistent bass rumble that starts to grow, getting louder and louder as the stars around them start to go out, one by one—

Dollars to Donuts, by @heyktula