#fatigue she’s like already expecting my parents did something wild and i definitely had a meltdown

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i’m so tired from talking about my exhausting past 3 weeks in therapy but i also need to do things 😭

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“Top Ten” Kylo Ren x Earthling! Reader

(Anon asked: “I loved your post about Kylo Ren and the reader being from Earth! Do you think you could do one with the same idea of the reader being from Earth and is dating Kylo? She gets him to react to the top 10 dumbest tweets because they’re just so funny and it makes it even funnier when you know that there is a lot of people out there that are really that stupid. (Mostamazingtop10 is the channel on YouTube)”

Warnings: Dumb tweet mentions and reference to their content.

Word Count: 1,751 )

Being Supreme Leader of The First Order had its advantages. One such advantage being that he made his own schedule. A second such advantage was that Kylo Ren had no one who would ridicule him nor tell him to spend less time with his partner.

For you, living in amongst The First Order was definitely something you never saw coming. Honestly as someone from Earth you only expected so much in terms of being involved with events other than those of your homeworld. Space travel was one thing you were still trying to mentally grasp even after a year of knowing and dating the Kylo Ren.

Despite a schedule that could be changed on a whim, you found yourself having quiet time with your boyfriend. No creepy helmet, no barking general, and no training. It was the perfect alone time.

“Feeling better today?” You asked as you joined Kylo on the dark-colored couch.

“Always better with you.”

You shook your head at his smirk.

Over the past couple of days Kylo had been feeling a tad under the weather not that the medical droids diagnosed him with anything besides fatigue. Thankfully, you were someone he’d listen to, especially when it came to taking care of himself.

You had a way of putting your foot down and speaking logically.

“How about we get our minds off of business for a while and entertain ourselves,” you suggested.

“That sounds very agreeable.”

“YouTube it is!”

“You—what?”

“Videos online,” you reached over for his Datapad.

“Earth thing, right.”

“How….about…oh. Top tens. Umm….how about dumbest tweets?”

Kylo ran a hand over his face.

“Out of everything we could be doing with now you want to watch a holovid about idiots?” Kylo looked at you strangely if then with an amount of judgement.

“Well first I have to remember how to find all of the,” you tapped away at the Datapad, “Earth based sites. They run differently…”

Kylo draped an arm behind you on the couch.

“There we go.”

Once finding the right links the rest of your search was easy.

“Over fifty videos?”

“We’re not going to watch them all. Chill.” You patted his leg in reassurance. “I mean, it’s funny to a point until you realize it’s real. They’re people who just…don’t get it or something. It’s really sad if you just think about it. Disappointing and slightly-worried sad because how have they gotten this far?”

You pressed for the very first video to play.

Kylo sat quietly, seemingly giving the video a chance.

How long would that last exactly? If it did.

The video started as a countdown from ten. Added that it really did start off pretty foolish. In a pay-attention-to-what-the-sentence-actually-was sort of way.

Obviously the first person did know what the phrase ‘I’d rather kill myself’ actually meant.

You could feel Kylo’s eyes as they peered over at you.

“They don’t realize what they’re saying…usually that’s an excuse.”

“Or they have no idea at all,” Kylo said.

The following tweet included the idea of the Earth having a birthday. Or rather someone thinking that the planet was only 2,014 years old.

“I forgot that Earth still has their own—.”

“Shh!”

His only comment and response afterwards being an exaggerated exhale through his nose.

“Earthlings are stubborn to keep things how they like them.”

“Is that why there’s a group that prohibits the idea of space travel even while a cargo ship supplies them with food?”

You shrugged.

Number eight of dumbest tweets came in the form of not knowing the answer meanwhile the answer was in their question. Also known as: when someone doesn’t realize that the name most people refer to a president by is their last name.

“Wow,” your shoulders shook with laughter. “How’s American History class going for you?”

“This is old.”

“I know. Shh.”

He flicked your shoulder.

You bopped his knee.

You were messing with your boyfriend, but also messing with how it wasn’t entirely the person’s fault for not knowing the last name of a president. Names were almost used as nicknames in some cases.

“Couldn’t they have searched it on the Holonet? Were they that lazy?”

“Shh.”

Tweet number seven on the list had a lead up that was already having Kylo cringing.

A tweet that included someone believing something online without thinking about the real life, common sense, science. Against what the person tweeting had read, a microwave that heats up food or drinks was not ever going to charge the battery of a phone.

“No. No, no….they—they did,” he groaned.

“Good lesson though.” You suggested. You couldn’t even imagine what information they lost on their SD card let alone the condition of the microwave.

“And if it wasn’t? What if after all of that, they still believe it?”

You shrugged as it started the next tweet soon after explaining the why it obviously didn’t work.

A tweeted question appeared about whether the amount of months a woman was pregnant doubled or not if she had twins. That was definitely different. Not to mention odd.

“Only child?”

“Probably,” you said.

“Did poorly in health lessons?”

“More likely.”

“That would be an extremely long time. They should have thought about their question longer. Would have taken them eighteen months.” He chuckled.

“Have you thought about it?”

He didn’t say a word.

Number five on the countdown had a person who had no idea that apples also had a variety of green.

“Does she live on a desert planet?”

You elbowed him lightly.

“It’s food. A common one, right?”

You nodded.

When the host mentioned about the colors of bananas and oranges to tell the person who tweeted, you both started snickering.

“Wanna send Hux some oranges?”

“Too expensive. Earth is too close to wild space.”

“Could you do it for my birthday?”

Your snickering continued a little longer as the next tweet involved someone who, though excited, did not know whether they’d be an aunt or an uncle.

“I’m guessing their parents are both the only child.”

“Yeah,” Kylo leaned closer to you. “This one isn’t so bad. The heating up a phone was pretty ridiculous. It went against knowledge of two machines.”

“True, but here they somehow managed to think that the baby’s gender, no matter how that works out, determines whether they are an aunt or uncle. I have a lot of questions about this. Did someone tell them something? Did they mishear or—?”

“It’s the next one. Last three.”

You could actually hear the amusement in his voice. That was a happy change. Also an almost rare one.

Well the third in the list was definitely something. It was a mixture of ignorance, poor grammar, and a bit of rudeness. Long story short, they believed that the Earth was flat. They firmly believed it.

Pausing the video, Kylo waited for you to face him before he made a ‘you serious?’ expression.

“It’s not my fault that even with space travel people on Earth thought or still think that the planet’s flat.”

“How do they not believe what’s…what they are living on?”

“I don’t know. I guess they don’t look out onto the curved horizon or a lunar eclipse.”

He threw his head back and slumped in his seat.

Again you patted his thigh, but this time in an effort to comfort him from others’….lack of knowledge.

“Oh, no,” you watched tweet number two as the video panned down on a tweet that included pictures. “It’s literally the same name and face. Read the credits, sweetie.”

“What’s a bel air?”

Whipping your head in his direction, you had a realization.

“You’ve never watched it.”

“Is…is it a show?”

“Yes. That’s next on your learning-from-Earth to-do list. I was wondering why you weren’t giving much of a reaction.”

“It’s still stupid.”

“Language.”

The number one dumbest tweet appeared on screen. The finale of the video. Yet it only took the image of someone’s debit card to raise a response from Kylo.

Loud groaning from your boyfriend drowned out the audio from the video.

“She literally was giving away all of the information they should have told her to keep to herself. What did she think was going to happen? Is no one telling her? No sense. She deserved that one.”

“Maybe somewhere and somehow she figured it out.” You said.

“Doubt it.”

“Give the earthlings a chance.”

“There’s only one earthling worth chances.”

You smiled to yourself despite everything.

Once you thought that the tweet’s story was at a close, it wasn’t. You both heard the continuation of the tweet.

“She did the same thing again? Seriously? Did she not learn anything from people using her card? Is it going to take her ten times to figure it out?”

“Chill, babe. Chill. You don’t have to deal with it.”

By then the video was wrapping up nicely and advertising more videos.

“There. It’s over.”

“I can only take so much stupidity.”

“You’ll be okay,” you leaned down to kiss his forehead. “And be nice.”

“And just so we’re clear, I think it’s safer for you never to return to your home planet for the sake of your intelligence.”

“It’s not all that bad. There are a lot of intelligent people from Earth.”

He rose a dark eyebrow at you.

“Don’t give me that attitude, mister.” You poked his nose.

An unseen action pulled the Datapad from your grasp.

It did not surprise you nor did it baffle you. Your boyfriend was a Force user. Common knowledge.

Kylo set the Datapad aside as he refocused on you.

“You took those tweets very well.”

He eyed you suspiciously.

“Want the truth?”

He nodded.

“I’ve heard worse while still on Earth.”

“My earlier statement is now an order. You’re not traveling back. I will give you more duties here. Have you deal with Hux.”

“Please, no.”

There was his familiar chuckle, only seen and heard by you, as he proved that he was slightly teasing. He respected and valued you; he wasn’t about to ruin your day by forcing you to spend time with Hux or not pick where you could go.

“So…,” you leaned closer to play with his dark hair. “Wanna watch Fresh Prince of Bel Air?”

“I think I’ve watched enough holovids today.”

Your boyfriend, the Supreme Leader, had other ideas in mind to spend his time with you in company.

~~~

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If It’s Magic | Chapter 4

A/N: This was not at all planned, I wrote this at like 6am while listening to sad love songs. It’s not a happy chapter so buckle up.

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Three months. Three months Daniel watched his roommate deny that he was losing his hold on what he thought was a sure thing. Three months since Xavier and Amira last spoke, the argument loud enough in their living space to have the dorm director put him and Daniel on probation. In those same months, he watched Xavier go through a plethora of emotions. At first, he was indignant, insisting that Amira was simply trying to get a rise out of him and he was determined to not give her the satisfaction. By the second month, he realized she was actually hurt and had some self-reflection, trying to figure out the best way to apologize only to decide it wasn’t adequate enough. In the third and current month, he’d resorted to completely ignoring the entire situation, opting to focus on everything else from the BSU to classes and the various women he’d bring home on a whim. Tonight it was a blue-haired sophomore that looked like an off-brand version of the one he actually wanted at that moment.

However, Daniel wasn’t having it on this particular Tuesday night.

“Oh no, you gone have to take her back to her place. I’m studying for these finals and I will not fail because your ass don’t know how to quietly feed.”

Xavier turned to his roommate prepared to give a rebuttal only to be struck with a sharp pain to his chest, much like he’d been stabbed. It made him gasp and stumble, his meal struggling to hold him up as Daniel hopped up to help him over to the couch.

“Is he alright?”

“I don’t know, he’s never done that before. It might just be fatigue though, I’ll have him call you tomorrow...what’s your name?”

The girl, Taylor, sighed but gave a friendly smile and nodded before heading towards the door. Once she’d left Daniel grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Xavier who held a hand over his chest with a confused look on his face.

“I think something happened to Amira...it felt like something was cut out of my chest.”

“Well, given your bond that’s definitely not good. Maybe someone else hurt her emotionally or something? What emotions are you feeling now?”

Xavier sat up and looked at Daniel with a slight wildness in his eyes.

“That’s the thing! I don’t feel anything. Like I just feel empty...”

As he voiced what he felt physically the reality of what happened hit him like a ton of bricks, the pain returning to his chest for a different reason.

“I think she blocked our connection.”

“Blocked it how?” Daniel questioned.

“There are certain spells that can dampen or block bonds between our kind. She’s skilled enough to do it, but I never thought she would.”

“Honestly, I’m glad she did. Maybe it’ll wake your stubborn ass up. You’ve been avoiding the girl for three months, which I find amazing as you’re both still involved with the BSU.”

“Me? She could’ve just as easily come to me and started the conversation!”

Daniel ran a hand over his face and sighed with exasperation, “She could have, but you’re the one that fucked up, nigga!”

Xavier groaned and threw his head back, looking to the ceiling for a moment before finally standing with a huff.

“I’m going to go talk to her.”

“Aye, don’t get yourself killed. I don’t have the patience for a new roommate.”

“You did WHAT?!”

“I blocked our bond.”

“Why the hell would you do that, exactly?”

Amira sighed into the phone as she laid across her bed, staring at the ceiling as she spoke to her oldest sibling, Francois.

“He was being an ass, Fran. First, he treats me like some toy then he avoids me for the past three months? On top of how I was already feeling his mood swings weren’t helping me at all.”

“Oi, that dickweed did what now?! I’ll drive down there and shoot him with my hunting rifle!”

At that Amira snorted but quickly spoke up.

“No, not necessary plus when you have to be bailed out I’m gonna have to explain why I didn’t stop you.”

“I guess. But if you change your mind just tell me. I’ll throw Jon in the car and we’ll come fuck him up.”

Amira laughed once more and made sure to let them know she’d keep it in mind, sighing as their conversation steered more towards school and how things were going back home with their parents. After a full check in and some updates on everything, they said their goodbyes and Amira was left alone with her thoughts. She didn’t mention how she’d been grappling with blocking Xavier for most of the three months they’d been apart, hoping he’d see where she was coming from. The thought took her back to the last time they’d spoken when they got into the fight.

Amira rolled her eyes and slapped a hand on her forehead as she repeated herself for what felt like the hundredth time.

“I never said I had a problem with you fucking other people, but we had an agreement! No emotional connections, and no changing plans with each other for a random. Those were the only rules and you couldn’t even last half the first semester without breaking that!”

“You’re making it sound like I told you not to come just to fuck her when that’s not the case! I still wanted to see you, nothing changed about that.”

“You still wanted to fuck me, X. If you had wanted to see me then you wouldn’t have made plans to feed off of that bitch!”

Xavier stood from where he was sitting, his frustration with still going over this subject at an all-time high.

“If you hadn’t seen her you wouldn’t have even known the difference so why do you care? It’s not like we’re together anyways!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he’d fucked up. He expected her to yell, scream, cuss him out, or react in some loud and angry way, but what she did unnerved him even more. She grabbed her bag and turned to leave without another word. He could feel the swirl of emotions going through her like a molotov cocktail waiting to be thrown, but she didn’t show any of it. At least, not until he reached out and tried to lightly pull her back by her arm. Before he could even fully register her movement she turned around and landed a hard punch directly to his ribs, effectively knocking the wind out of him. He wheezed and dropped to his knees, unable to call after her when she walked out of the door with unshed tears in her eyes.

Amira was jolted from her thoughts as she heard two voices arguing outside of her bedroom door. When she opened it she was unsurprised to find Xavier and Lucy going back and forth, the latter waving a small frying pan in the former’s face.

“Listen, just let me by so I can t-”

“Nah, you got the game fucked up! You can’t just waltz your palm tree looking ass up in here after THREE MONTHS and think imma just let you talk to my girl! Nigga, I will knock what little brains you got loose if you don’t get the fuck up outta here!!”

“It’s alright Lu, I know why he’s here.”

Both parties turned to see Amira leaning against her door frame, her face not giving away the flutter in her stomach at seeing him.

“Mimi, can we talk somewhere alone?”

“There’s nothing to talk about Xavier, so you can go back home.”

“Nothing to talk about?! You blocked our natural bond!”

“Yes, because I was tired of feeling your emotions on top of mine.”

Xavier sighed, looking down for a moment before speaking again.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have broken our rules and I definitely shouldn’t have acted the way I have been. If you give me the chance I’ll make it up to you, but please don’t block me out.”

“No reason to be sorry, it’s not like we’re together anyways,” Amira spat with a bitter laugh.

Before he could speak again she put him out, ignoring the look of heartbreak on his face and how it made her chest tight.