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He's been pouting the entire morning, and John is starting to get worried.

Oscar is always all smiles and laughter, as everyone else. This - being in Star Wars, being the new leads of Star Wars, is fucking incredible. Oscar shares everyone's enthusiasm about this wonderful journey they're all on. Except today.

He's sitting on the bench against the wall of the gym, chin resting on his fists, corners of his mouth twisted downards. He looks like a sad puppy stuck outside under the pouring rain. It's such an alien look on him, that John doesn't really know what to do.

He places back the weights on the stacks before sitting next to his co-star. They've got an important scene to shoot together in the afternoon, and it would help a lot if he wasn't pouting between the takes. There's no way John could give his best if Oscar kept acting like that.
He also missed the usual cheering Oscar would shout at him when he worked out, but that was another story.

"Wanna talk about whatever's troubling you?" John asks, trying to keep a casual tone.

"It's nothing, really," Oscar mumbles. He glances briefly at John before looking at a invisible point on the opposite wall.

John gives him an elbow kick.

"Come on!"

Oscar glances at him again. "Only if you promise you won't laugh," he asks very quietly.

John thinks he's starting to get an idea of what's troubling his colleague.

"I won't laugh" he assures.

Oscar lets out a deep sigh, and puts his hands on his knees.

"Since I had a day without any scenes tomorrow I dug up yesterday fan stories for me to read," Oscar begins.

Yup, right on, John, he thinks. He's started talking about them almost as soon as the movie was released. He sent him a dozen of links, urging him to read them. Isn't that wonderful! They're so in love with our characters! Oscar argued. Yes, it was definitely better than all the hate John had excepted to get for being both a black man and the lead in a new Star Wars movie.
The catch was that they loved their characters, and also loved them being together, as a romantic couple. John isn't still sure how to feel about that, but Oscar is eating it up like a crazed teenage fangirl.

"And?" he finally asks. His opinion on the subject doesn't really matter here.

"I found quite a number of them that sounded great, but then I closed Safari and the dumb thing forgot to tell me I was closing a dozen tabs," he says, disheartened.

"Do you remember anything about them?" John asks. He's not sure how he can really help him, but he's going to try anyway.

Oscar shrugs. "The usual : plot, character study, Finn-slash-Poe, Poe and Leia, the Solo family and..."

Oscar closes his mouth, his cheeks turning red.

"...and? I said I wouldn't laugh."

"Kylo-slash-Hux," Oscar admits grudgingly. "Don't look at me like that, the stories are actually pretty good! People are doing a great job at fleshing these characters out."

John shakes his head.

"Okay," he finally says. He stands up, reaching for his tablet in his bag. He was done for today, anyway.

"Go get yours," he says to Oscar who's just staying there, looking at him with an interrogating look. "I'll help you find your stories back."

"You really don't have to," Oscar tells him. John looks up at Oscar's tablet and realize that the internet browser was left on that fan story website Oscar loved so much.

"I don't want to see you pout all day," John answers with a grin, before connecting to the website.

YES! YES! Oscar would totally be a Kylux shipper.

No kidding. He'd cc all the raunchiest stuff to Adam and Domhnall. Not just as links, but with full text of selected scenes in the body of the email.

Haha, I can relate to this. Losing all of my tabs is one of my biggest tech-related fears. And just in case... I use 'save my session' and my browsing history goes back about a year.

Oscar has good taste, btw. ;)

Lmao @ Kylux being his dirty secret. I can identify with that. :(

Original misposter here, cackling delightedly. Thank you for redeeming my stupidness!

Aw yeeeah, get in the Kylux trash can Oscar, there's plenty of room (and porn).

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