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Scenario: they broke up, any amount of time has passed, the character of your choice wants to know exactly what belongings are missing, cue awkward communication with the ex.

After all... ♫ The hardest part of breaking up is getting back your stuff. ♫

Some questions the character might consider: Do I want it? Do I need it? Was it a gift? Do I not give a shit? Did my ex steal something of monetary value? Did my ex take something important to me personally? Is it worth seeing my ex again? Do I go over there? Do I invite my ex here? Do I mail it? Do I hold my ex's stuff hostage? Do we meet in a neutral place for an exchange? Do we make friends exchange our stuff for us? Do we not even try?

I immediately went to a Legally Blonde place where perky law student Rey helps manicurist Poe get BB-8 back from Kylo (since Kylo retained possession of their ~~trashcan~~ domicile).

OP here, and thank you for that image! XD I read your comment aloud to my friend, who then proceeded to dictate this response:

A twist on The Wedding Singer.

"She answered the door wearing nothing but my Van Halen T-shirt," Phasma said. She took a slow sip of her drink before finishing her story in the same flat tone. "So I incapacitated her, took my shirt, and left. I didn't see my ex at all."

(That took too long to type. My hands were shaking.)

oh dear lord does this mean we get finn in the UPS shorts?
"i've got a.....package. for poe dameron."
"rEY THE DELIVERY GUY IS WALKING PORN."

what am I doing with my life take this too long 6am fill that is so angsty for no reason

Because Hux definitely secretly likes Norwegian indie folk-pop bands (song lyrics used: Misread, performed by Kings of Convenience. The tune really is catchy, even if you don't like the song!)

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The observation I'm doing could
Easily be understood
As cynical demeanor
But one of us misread

Hux instinctively taps the main riff on his kitchen counter. He hadn't thought about this band in over five years. They, along with many other things Hux would like to forget about, were a part of a blurry phase he went through in the final days of his 20s: some paradoxical and nonsensical mix between new age hipster and uptight lawyer.

Hux couldn't help himself when he began to hum another song of theirs. It seemed the entire morning was coated with nostalgia.

It was snowing outside--really snowing--and the last time Hux could remember it snowing, he was still living with his dad. An episode of The Addams filled the room with canned laughter and an occasional scream. When he was rummaging through his closet for his fleece track suit from high-school (he didn't want to freeze during his morning run), Hux had managed to find his old Walkman. The tape inside was some shitty garage band from his old neighborhood called the Knights of Ren. They were a Ramones cover-band, each of them taking on a stage name that incorporated the word "Ren" in it. Some strange force caused Hux to hit play and listen to Ben, leader singer and thinly-veiled namesake of the band, serenade him with horrible covers during his morning run.

After he drinks his coffee, he's overcome by a compulsion to find the CD. A deep yearning to sit in a dim room, listen to Norwegian indie folk-pop and stare out the window fueled the meticulous dismantling of his apartment.

"I know I bought that damn album." He growls, ripping the last cushion from his couch. He stands in the chaotic mess that was once his once well-ordered apartment, staring blankly into space until it hits him.

Finn.

Hux groans at the name and he rubs his hands against his face. It's not worth it, for sure. Hux sinks into the cushionless couch and aimlessly stares at the television. What would he even say? Hey, Finn! How have you been these past three years? Why am I here? I think you have my Kings of Convenience CD! How do I know it's you? Well, I haven't been with anyone else since!

Honestly, Hux wondered if he would really have to go that in-depth. Better yet, was the potential (scratch that, definite) awkwardness worth it for the CD (who even listens to those these days?) of a band he didn't even like anymore?

Hux continues to wonder as the snow crunches beneath his feet. Despite his hands being stuffed into the deep pockets of his peacoat and his head wrapped up in an oversized scarf, Hux was still freezing cold and wondering even harder what in the world he was doing. He walks automatically along streets, turning corners without thinking. Does he even still live there anymore? Hux ponders, waiting at a cross-walk.

Finn. Finn was 18 when they first met. Hux was 29. Hux doesn't remember for sure but they probably met at a party. And just like that, it's coming back to Hux more vividly than he'd like. It was Ben's apartment, he's sure; a party to simultaneously celebrate his admission to medical school and his 24th birthday. Finn wasn't at the party, per se. Hux remembers being on door duty, opening it and looking into Finn's wide, frantic eyes darting between Hux and the sickly pale girl at his side.

Ben shot past him before Hux could even say anything. His voice was seeped with concern. "Rey!"

Hux knew Rey was Ben's cousin and stood awkwardly as Finn explained in a panic her symptoms: extreme abdominal pain, a cold sweat, nausea, and a headache. Blood. Ben took one more look at Rey and sighed, reassuring Finn that it's nothing serious (a statement that Rey didn't much appreciate in her agony).

Rey, Hux later leaned, was homeschooled by her father, Luke. He eschewed television so the poor girl couldn't even get the clearly neglected health curriculum from a bad after-school special. Ben's mom usually fielded any of Rey's questions but both of Ben's parents moved away two years ago when Rey was 11 and this situation seemed so far away.

Hux figured Finn was panicking because he was overwhelmed. He looked old enough to have known but Finn always looked so innocent and unassuming Hux couldn't tell for sure.

Finn stood near the door, pretending to admire the house plant nearby, as Ben took Rey to get a hot compress and other supplies. Hux feels bad for him. Finn's face is nervous and he's probably guilt-struck at bothering Ben at his own party. Hux grabs a beer and offers it to Finn.

"Oh, no..." Finn glances around as he speaks and he's whispering for some reason, "I'm only 18."

Hux, who was nursing his third can, kept holding out the can in a light daze. "Oh." He lets spill, "I'll be the bad adult and say one won't hurt you then. It'll calm your nerves anyways."

Finn's initial opposition may have been for show, as he takes the beer without any further complaint, pops it open and chugs it down like he's been doing it his whole life. After Finn clears his first can, Hux learns he was supposed to be babysitting Rey tonight while her dad attended a seminar out of town. He's graduating high-school officially this year (Christ, Hux feels old) but he's been taking classes at the community college for a year already. Hux shares that he's recently graduated from law school, a fact Finn marvels at length about, and how he knows Ben.

The vividness of Hux's memories end there but he's sure they spend the rest of the night together, talking about random facets of pop culture and their lives. From then on, Hux seems to see Finn everywhere around town and Finn makes an effort each time to strike up a conversation. Sober Hux found it a lot more difficult to maintain a conversation with him but Finn didn't seem to mind.

Eventually, the casual meetings morphed into coffee dates. Trips to the theater. Walks in the park. Hux doesn't really know how Finn ended up in his bed just three months after meeting him. He'd tried to nip the relationship in the bud numerous times, reminding himself that Finn just graduated from fucking high-school. Fuck, Hux had spent most of Finn's K-12 education in college. Each time though, Hux never seemed to follow through and he ends up with the younger man beneath him one night. There are no memories more vivid than the ones where he's caressing Finn, holding him in his arms; kissing him; licking him, feeling the younger man's breath against his neck.

Hux remembers finding out Finn's a virgin, the tears rolling down his face as he cries in pain. Finn explaining he didn't want Hux to think less of him because he was a virgin. Hux thinks it cute but so damn reckless and childish that he can't help but secretly be angry at Finn. Hux holds the crying 19 year old mess all night, laying a halo of kisses around his head and apologizing softly until Finn falls asleep.

They broke up when Finn was 21 and Hux was just shy of 33. It was an unceremonious affair and mostly Hux's fault. They were listening to that damn CD, soft acoustics making the situation more dramatic than it really was, when Hux says it. Finn was explaining how excited he was about being able to buy beer for himself and Hux just blurts it out without thinking:

"Congratulations," he says, deep into an article on tax law, and his voice sharper than needed, "Maybe they'll let you take the training wheels off your bike now that you're a big kid."

The room goes silent but Hux barely notices, his nose in his laptop still reading his article. The door slam is what gets Hux's attention. He decides not to follow Finn; it'll blow over, Hux thought at the time.

It didn't blow over. Finn didn't contact him and Hux went through several stages: worry (what if something happened?), outrage (why is he so mad over a tiny, little innocuous comment?), worry again (seriously Ben, what if something happened?), hope (he'll come around eventually), and desperation (I should go to his apartment now and sit in front of it until I see him).

Finn does eventually return his calls and they talk for a long time about how the comment itself meant nothing. Finn explains that he's felt for a long time that Hux has a problem with the age difference and they can never go forward because Hux can't--won't, Finn emphasized--get over it.

"I love you, Hux." Finn's voice cracks over the phone. Hux waits too long to repeat the sentiment as Finn had already hung up.

Hux doesn't bother to call back, the finality of Finn's word being clear.

Despite it all, Hux is here. Standing in front of what he hopes is still Finn's apartment, knocking until he hears footsteps coming towards the door. But the man who answers is most definitely not Finn. He looked about Hux's age with a curly mop of dark brown hair and unfairly chiseled features that almost made the sweatpants and t-shirt he was wearing look glamorous.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Hux says slower than he should, "I must have the wrong apartment."

The other man speaks quickly, catching Hux before he can make his escape. "I have to stop answering the door." He laughs, "Are you looking for Finn? I'll go get him him."

Hux stops cold. "Oh god." He whispers into the empty doorway. This guy was Finn's new boyfriend. This guy who looks like he just stepped off the cover of GQ and could bench way more than Hux could (which wasn't a lot to begin with).

When Finn appears, it's less...less whatever Hux had expected. He wasn't sure why he'd expected Finn to look any different. He's gained a little muscle, sure, but overall Finn looked the same as he did the last time Hux saw him. Finn's eyes widen upon seeing Hux. He's not sure of the expression he's making right now. "Hey."

Finn's eyes settled to their normal state and he's pulled the door shut behind him. Hux figures GQ doesn't know about him and Finn doesn't want him to. Finn's hands are still behind his back, clutching the door knob. "Hey."

They stand observing each other. Hux is sure Finn is noticing the fact that he's aged in the two years. Stress from work has added lines where there shouldn't be for years.

Memories flood Hux's mind and he decides to get it over with. "I'm just here to see," it sounds so ridiculous now that he's face-to-face with him, "if you have my Kings of Convenience CD."

Finn clearly wasn't expecting that. "What?"

Hux wasn't sure if that was a question or a statement but continues on. "I thought you might have picked it up when you came by after we..."

Hux trails off, hoping Finn gets his gist. Finn had come by a couple of days after their phone call to grab the stuff that had piled up at Hux's apartment while the older man was at work. Finn blinks and stares Hux in the eye for a moment. "Yeah, sure, I mean, I'll check." He turns and opens the door, "Wait here a sec."

Hux can't help feel offended at being treated like a shameful secret but it would be awkward to have your ex sitting at your dinner table while your new boyfriend roams in the background. Hux doesn't wait for long with Finn reemerging with the CD minutes later.

"Here." Finn hands the case over to Hux but doesn't let go when Hux tries to retrieve it. "I--"

Time seems to slow down if Hux's heart rate and breathing are any indication.

Finn seems to collect himself and continues. "I took it in purpose. Since you called it 'whiny and nonsensical', I didn't think you'd miss it."

Hux didn't miss the bitterness that punctuated Finn's words. "I just felt like listening to it today is all. You can have it though. You and your friend---"

"Poe." Finn interjects.

"You and your friend Poe," Hux emphasizes the name harshly and Finn winces slightly. "Can enjoy it. I didn't know you still listened to it. I wouldn't have asked if I knew."

Hux is suddenly exhausted and regrets even coming here. He could have just downloaded the songs or streamed them. Why did he need the stupid CD anyways? Was this really worth the 12.99 he spent on it?

"He's 32." Finn's voice is barely audible when he speaks that Hux almost missed it amongst his thoughts. "He doesn't mind."

Hux wants to stop. It's too cold, he's too tired, it's too late in their relationship to rehash this. "23 and 32 is more manageable than 21 and 32."

"What's happened in two years, Hux?" Finn's voice is still quiet and Hux is not sure if it's for his benefit or the man who is now peering out the window's. "What's the difference?"

"Fine, let's try 18 and 29!" Hux voice is louder than he wants it to be, "How about people looking at you like you're a cradle robber? How about not being able to be affectionate with you without some beat cop asking for ID?"

It only happened once but Hux, whose livelihood depended on the law, was so shaken he never kissed Finn in public afterward.

"Or do you want to talk about how I had to think about how you were in the 5th grade by the time I graduated high-school? All the wise-cracks my co-workers made? Or did you mean the glaringly apparent generational gap between us?"

"Why do you think like that all the time?" Finn interjects as he steps forward, letting go of his grip on the door knob. Hux can hear Poe slowly walking away from the window. "All those arbitrary little facts. You're so stuck on them that you can't enjoy the present!"

Hux is too proud concede that Finn may have a point. Instead, he fights dirty, speaking in an even voice: "That's just who I am, Finn. You know that."

"Yeah, I know." Finn's voice is quiet and small again. "I knew and I still loved you."

"I love you still." The words fall off his lips just as Poe appears at the door, fully dressed, a small knack-sack slung over his shoulder.

"I'll call you later, Finn." He shoots Hux a look of pure unadulterated dislike and kisses Finn's cheek before walking towards the stairwell.

Finn moves to chase after him, to explain the context, but stops. He looks at Hux, frowning, then at the CD still in his. He contemplates something that Hux is not privy to and sighs, "Do you still want to listen to it?"

Finn moves out of the doorway, allowing Hux to enter. As the acoustic rhythms filled the room, Finn's TV blared the Addam's Family theme and Hux sees a letter from Rey on Finn's table. A photo on Hux, Finn, Ben and Rey, taken on Ben's 24th birthday was on the fridge.

Hux couldn't help but feel it again. This morning seemed to be seeped in nostalgia.

ohhh my goood I loved this soo much

You need to put this on AO3 so I can recc it good and proper
*ehem* if you like :) This is fantastic!

D'aww thanks, I think I will finally use that AO3 account of mine once I re-read this to catch the little mistakes I am sure it's riddled with.

Thank you again!

author anon again! I put it up quicker than I thought (still poorly edited though)! HERE: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6040246

OP

I asked myself the exact same question, because I couldn't wait to read this fill -- even though it's 1am, and I literally had to stifle all the noises I made so that my neighbors didn't think I was crazy ~~(or having sex *shudders*)~~.

Thank you so much for this wonderful thing, author anon. ♥ I probably died more times than a cat can recover from while reading the first half alone. (I know nothing about Norwegian music, but it was easy to imagine with your descriptions. The Ramones cover band was a thing of beauty. All of the recent history of portable music made me feel damn old and ridiculously happy.)

As a proud ~~late~~ '80s child who works with high school kids and even has lawyer (med school, PhD candidate, working professional, etc.) friends, Hux's complex emotions were all too real to me. (I've heard stories, man. D: Stories I can't even think about without shaking my head and going, "No, bad. Just why, person?") I understood Finn's POV as well, of course (because didn't we all have that older crush/first love/whatever that would've made us defy silly boundaries like age difference? ~~please don't say "no"~~), and poor Poe's POV to an extent.

Just... Just keep writing at 6am, if such a measure has the chance of yielding this lovely work quality. :D Lastly, because I have to know: did you write any of those Hux/Finn fills from earlier? Or were you converted to the crack rare pair like I was after reading them? XD

I am a recent convert to this god-awful ship ~~I love these two so much I hate this kinkmeme now ugh~~

Your comment means soooo much and I was so happy to read it! I understand poor Hux's feelings, too ;v; World outlook at 30 is radically different than at 20. I don't know how true it is for others but even a couple years out of high-school gave me a whole new perspective on everything I did during those four years (it seemed so childishly trivial). Finn just had to be my hopeless young romantic where age is just a number (the fight was much longer but I tailored out a Finn line about age being "an abstraction, a theoretical consideration of maturity that doesn't hold true" supposed to be a burn to Hux but it was a little cumbersome for this story).

Thank you for the lovely comment!!

Holy shit, what an awesome AU! This story was so good, I really liked that underlying realistic awkwardness that was there. Also I didn't realize how much I really liked Hux/Finn until this! I really liked the way their relationship backstory and the reason for the break-u. I liked the little things like Finn taking care of Rey, and taking her to her older cousin. Also Hux and Poe's meeting just yes on that.
All in all this was great, and I gotta kudos and bookmark it on AO3!

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Any, How does each character get things back from an ex?

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FILL: Hux/Finn, "nostalgia"

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