#CEO!Kylo x Reader

[xsister-serpent]

Earbuds & Intrigue

Warning: 18+ MDNI, cursing, spicy audio, sexual explicit,

Summary: Goth!Reader is a supporter of a spicy audio content creator CraftedClassic on Patreon. Her routine office job takes an unexpected turn when she discovers that her new wealthy CEO is none other than CraftedClassic, the infamous spicy audio creator she admires.

A/N: This has been back burner of my computer for years and I finally had the time to work on it. This was heavily inspired by those spicy audio's on gone wild reddit. This is going to be a series for sure. Might make a playlist for this story. 🖤 Hope you guys like this take on CEO Kylo btw. Kylo's username is: CraftedClassic and Goth!Reader username is DeathMajesty. link for Part 2.

Having worked in the office all day had been tiresome and treacherous. There were daily reports to prepare since the month was almost over. It had been okay for you to come in two out of five days since the lockdown. In addition to not having your former employees next to you, you were able to listen to music and be on Zoom calls at your convenience. Although it wasn't important, you were a shadow in the background, and you appreciated that. Today was different, however; word got around that you were going to have a CEO boss. Rose, your cubicle mate (or, as you both coined the term, cell buddies), messaged you. You placed your dark wave music on hold as you saw her messages ring up.

ROSE: Morning! Hope you had your coffee. Just a little forewarning about the new CEO. He’s a bit uppity. 

Y/N: Aren’t they all? 

ROSE: He’s worse…he’s like a male version of Miranda Priestly. 

Y/N: Good thing I wear all black, huh? Can’t go wrong with that fashionable look. 

You chuckle and then go to work. You didn’t care about new people at this point if you were being honest. You expected an older man, of course, like all stereotypical CEOs, if not a preppy-looking man with a traditional family values background. As you went back to your reports, you saw Maz, your supervisor, entering the building along with a man dressed in a fine all-black suit.

He took off his sunglasses and glanced around the building. He had black shoulder-length hair, an aquiline nose along with beauty marks. He was tall and built, and the suit made him look all the more intimidating. He had an unusual handsomeness to him that caught you off guard.

‘Okay, you weren’t expecting that at all.’ You went back to your work, seeing Maz and him draw closer and closer to your workstation. You withdrew an earbud as you saw Maz wave at you with a kind smile, “Ah, the little ghost! Y/N is one of the best drafters we have here. Y/N, this is Kylo, the new CEO.”

You glance up at him and stuck out your hand, “Hi, nice to meet you.”

Kylo's gaze was tense as he shook your hand, “Afternoon.”

You could see why Rose used that term; even his presence was intimidating. His hand gently but firmly shook your hand. ‘God, even his hands are huge,’ you thought. You could tell Maz was in a rush as she moved on to show Kylo more of the building.

“Reports looking good?” Maz spoke. 

“Always,” you mused as you went back to work.

Kylo trailed right behind her only to look back at you once from the corner of your eye. He leaned over to say something to Maz. She didn’t glance back but nodded assertion.

What did that mean? Was it your workwear? Was cooperate goth not good enough anymore, you’d be damn to wear those awful brown-colored company polos.

You were a ghost in that company, and you wanted to keep it that way; his attention was the last thing you needed. You were clocked out at 3:30 pm and cleaned the temporary workspace. You had messaged Rose on your break about the CEO. However, you didn’t mention the side conversation you saw with him and Maz. You kept that to yourself, trying not to think too much about it. You took off in your black car, blaring the deep vocals of Peter Steele as you drummed to the beat of the song. You pulled up to the light and waited, softly singing to the chorus of 'My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend’. As you glanced over, you saw him. Kylo. He was in a black convertible, of course, talking to someone on the phone with a narrowed look. Immediately, you turned the other way, avoiding contact. As you waited for the light, you quickly glanced at him, gandering him.

“Hmm, looks like you're made of old money—the quiet type of rich. Oh, check out that watch,” you quietly observed, “Breitling. Not quite a Rolex, though.”

 You turned your attention to the traffic light, and almost incidentally, you saw Kylo glance your way. You gripped onto the steering wheel and kept your eyes forward. 

‘He didn’t see you; he’s just checking out the window.’ You told yourself. 

Thankfully, his light had turned green, and in a roar of the engine, he took off.

You made your way back to your apartment and were greeted by your roommate's corgi, BB8. You gave him a boop on the nose and a little treat.

"Stop giving him treats Y/N, he’s gonna get tubby," Rey chuckled as she slipped on her shoes. You looked at the now-sad pup who shamefully went to his spot and sighed heavily.

"Sorry, BB," You soothed as you went to the couch, "You're out of here already?"

"Yeah, got a weekly meeting with 'the family'," she said as she slipped on her blazer, "I'll probably be back late, make sure BB gets half of his dinner." 

You looked at the tubby corgi who was almost hiding her face in shame. "Of course."

You knew Rey from high school and knew she, too, came from a rich family. One she said was a near mix of Succession. All the more it made you curious about why she'd want to live in a regular 2-bedroom apartment with you in a middle-class area. You could tell she hated family holidays, and most of the time, she spent it with your large, loud family if her dad was out of town.

"Sounds good," you nodded as you landed on the couch, taking off your docs. "Wish me luck; I'm meeting with my annoying cousin," she sighed.

"The one who totaled the car?" You chuckled as you remembered her story of the last Christmas party she went to with her dad.

"Yup," Rey spoke as she ran her fingers through her hair, "I need to get Bravo on my family; we'd make good headlines. Welp, I shall see you two later." Rey waved as she blew a kiss at her dog, leaving you alone.

 You looked over to BB8, who was now snoring into her blanket. With a chuckle, you got up and went to your room. You had changed into your black oversized tee and sweats as you mindlessly scrolled through social media. 

 Until a notification came from your subscription to Audios After Dark, a website for audio erotica. You stumbled across it and immediately got into it a few years back. It was better than seeing those fake pornos and way healthier for your sexuality—over the million accounts you had found one to your liking. A user named CraftedClassic had one of the smoothest and sexiest voices you had ever heard. 

 You listened to his introduction hearing his baritone voice through your headphones and you entered into the rabbit hole of his audio directory. A few times you had left him a tip and a little comment here and there to which he replied with appreciation. 

 You saw a new audio from him this time it was a script he created. In this scenario, he played a submissive something different from what he had usually posted. You just shut the door and pulled on your headphone clinking the link. You closed your eyes hearing him through your headphones. 

“I know it's been a long time since I uploaded but I hope you all enjoy this one, it was quite the experience for me,” he spoke with a deep chuckle.

 You are back on your bed hearing him describe his restraints and how he needed to be fucked. Immediately you felt that heat between your legs grow with excitement and lust. You went over to your nightstand and took out your viberator. His moans and pleas making you feel all the more excited for this audio. 

 You quietly went to work on your release picturing this man kneeling before you begging you for your touch on him.

‘Please I need this! I need you! I need to taste you in my mouth,’ CraftedClassic cried in pleasure mimicking what sounded like eating you out, ‘Fuck you taste soo good, I want you to break me..’

As you worked your fantasy your mind to Kylo as your vibe went a few stages higher on your clit. You pictured him being submissive his hands bound behind him as he buried his face between your legs moaning and whimpering into your throbbing pussy. You heard CraftedClassic wanton pleas and begging that made you finish with a silent cry of pleasure as he made the sounds of his climax. You came hard and fast, your body trembling as you felt yourself melting into pleasure. You lay there in a blissful state, your mind still reeling from the intensity of the experience. You heard CraftedClassic heavy breathing through the headset as he released another soft moan coming down from his undoing. As he closed his audio session you left a like along with a short comment:

10/10 Keep up the good work.

Almost within seconds, he replied. 

'Glad I could give you the satisfaction @DeathMajesty ;)'

You looked at his profile photo once more wondering what this CraftedClassic looked like out of curiosity but it was all anonymously which you couldn’t blame him for. 

“No digit footprint at all,” you sighed shutting your vibe off.

The digit footprint was always in the back of your mind but it was fine for this. Better spicy audios than a lecherous porn site that used sex workers’ content. You sighed and logged out of the site setting your phone to charge. 

 You went back to social media and doom-scrolled once more, seeing Rey's post on her social. She was in the upper side of the city taking dinner selfies with her good-natured father Luke and boyfriend Finn. But then something else caught your eye in the background. You paused her video and zoomed in. It was Kylo. A slight laugh escaped your lips connecting the two dots, he was the dread cousin Rey had told you about. You clicked his name but of course, it was private. The only icon of him was a black-and-white photo of his silhouette. 

“Interesting,” You chuckled going back to watching Rey’s post and exiting out of the app.

 You stopped scrolling and went to make yourself dinner settling in for a salmon bake bowl and coke. As you feed yourself you fed BB8 who was already spinning in excited circles for food.

[justagirlwholikesadam]

Head cannons: CEO! Virgin Kylo Ren x Fem Reader

A/N: RATED M, NSFW, fluffy

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CEO! Kylo Ren never slept with his assistant before until you came along. You were a pretty thing, he had to admit that’s how he found himself underneath you.

CEO! Kylo Ren becomes flustered the way you walk inside his office to give him his coffee, lunch or even paperwork. He even becomes bashful when you start to compliment him when you read over his reports.

CEO! Kylo Ren had told you he was a virgin one night after he took the whole department out for dinner and drinks. You didn’t believe him, of course. It had to be the large amount of scotch on the rocks he had during dinner that had him talking nonsense about him being a virgin.

CEO! Kylo Ren is handsome and tall. You found yourself staring at him. He towered over you whenever he stood next to you. He usually wore his collar shirts with the sleeves rolled up showing his arms. His thick dark curls were always combed over, your fingers were itching to touch it. His plump lips that’s begged to be kissed. You knew he had to be lying.

CEO! Kylo Ren tells you once more about it when you confesses to him about your doubts of him being a virgin. He confides in you that he was an awkward teenager, who became even more awkward when he became an adult. He was never good with the ladies and whenever he did have a crush they didn’t reciprocate back.

CEO! Kylo Ren turns red in the face when you offer to have sex with him when both of you were alone doing overtime in the office. “Serious?” He asks you. He smiles at the nod you gave him as you got closer to him.

CEO! Kylo Ren is whimpering as you suck his cock. He had thrown his head back the moment you gagged loudly on his cock. His large hands made their way to your hair, grabbing it. Tugging it softly when he felt your spit rolling down his balls to the leather computer chair he was sitting on.

CEO! Kylo Ren wants to make you feel good after he cums down your throat but you push him back on to his chair and hike your skirt up to your hips. His eyes widen and he welcomes you when you start to mount on him. He groans as you slide down on his cock, his hips start to thrust up catching you by surprise.

CEO! Kylo Ren says he’s sorry when you tell him to slow down but he can’t help it. You feel so good, clenching him so tight. You feel so wet and warm. He had wrapped his arm around your waist holding you still as his hips went wild.

CEO! Kylo Ren likes hearing your wet pussy as he makes you bounce up and down in his cock. Turning you into his own personal cock sleeve like the one he has at home. You don’t do much, you hold on his shoulders during the ride, you’re already fucked dumb.

CEO! Kylo Ren starts becoming more pussy drunk when you cum on his cock. He keeps thanking you for letting him fuck you, for letting him fuck your pussy. He doesn’t even realize he came inside of you when you start kissing him.

CEO! Kylo Ren becomes infatuated with you and your body. He craves it everyday. He has you bend over on his desk while he pounds from behind you. He has you lay out on the new couch he bought for his office just for you so you can lay on it while he eats you out. Meeting starts late because he has you on top of him riding and lunches that are an hour become two hours sometimes three because Kylo needs you before taking you out for lunch.

CEO! Kylo Ren has the office buzzing on why there are construction workers in his office one day. None of them knew except you that they were installing soundproof walls in his office.

CEO! Kylo Ren gets nervous when he asks you to stay the night at his place. When you say yes, he picks you up in a kiss. He’s anxious during the day and keeps looking at his watch for the clock to hit 6pm so he can take you home. You’re welcomed by the sight of him standing near his car in the parking lot with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

CEO! Kylo Ren isn’t a virgin anymore thanks to you.

[direnightshade]

I was saving this one for this week. Once again, this is from my bby @leatherboundbirate. We're setting this one in the future. It's CEO!Kylo Gladney.

Warnings: Stepcest, Oral (M Receiving), Gendered Pet Names Word Count: 953

“Attention all passengers, the time is now 11:30 AM and the weather is looking bright and sunny without a cloud in sight. It’s looking like perfect landing weather, so as we begin our descent we ask that you please fasten your seatbelts. Flight crew, please ready the cabin for landing.”

The familiar ding of the fasten seatbelt sign overhead sounds, followed by a myriad of clicks as passengers within the cabin take heed of the Captain’s instruction. He’s only been gone three days, but Kylo swears it’s the longest three days he’s ever had without you in it. Sure there were plenty of phone calls in between his meetings and the obligatory facetime calls before bed where he’d watch you fall asleep right before his very eyes despite all your protesting that you weren’t tired.

His arrival is no secret, he knows that you’re aware he’ll be landing any minute now and though you won’t be there to greet him at the airport, Kylo is fully aware that you’ll be ready and waiting for him at the office - and he cannot fucking wait to have you back in his arms.

It’s immediate, how quickly Kylo’s eyes land on you when the elevator doors part to open up to the expanse of the office space. You’re in the midst of a call but even still,  your face lights up and an all too excited smile splits your face from ear to ear. By the time he reaches you, the call has just ended and the receiver is put back into place and by some miracle, he has managed to hold onto his last iota of professionalism.

“Welcome back,” you say breathily, the smile still plastered on your features.

Kylo’s lips twitch and pull into a smile of his own as he nods his head in the direction of the door that leads to his office. “Join me?”

Without hesitation, you nod and step around the desk whilst Kylo pulls his key from his pocket and unlocks the door to his office, ushering you inside before joining you with a soft click of the door closing behind him. With a thud, Kylo drops his bags to the floor in exchange for holding you in his arms when you all but fling yourself in his direction.

“I missed you,” your murmur as your head tips back to look up at him. Kylo’s hands reach up to frame your face whilst your own have already begun to fumble with the buckle of his belt, pulling the leather free with a metallic jingle. With a satisfied hum, he bends down slightly to press his lips to yours. “How much,” he asks prior to delivering a quick nip to your bottom lip.

He doesn’t stop you as you slip a hand between his stomach and the waistband of his slacks, coarse hair tickling at your palm until you find precisely what you’re looking for. Kylo’s cock is already half-hard, the silken flesh rapidly hardening beneath your grasp as you wrap your fingers around and stroke.

“Knees,” he instructs, his hands now abandoning your face to undo the button and zipper of his trousers.

Pulling your hand from the confines of his pants, you do as you're told and lower down onto the plush rug he had installed in his office for this very purpose. With a quick downward shove, Kylo pushes both his pants and his boxers halfway down his thighs, allowing his cock to momentarily bob free before grasping it in his hand.

“How much,” he asks again, beginning to slowly stroke the length until he’s fully hard in his palm.

He exhales a sigh of satisfaction when your hands lift to press your palms to his thighs and you lean in to deliver kitten licks to the soft skin of his balls which draw upward at the touch. Kylo groans, his free hand finding the back of your head to keep you in place momentarily.

“Thaaaat’s it,” he coos, urging you to continue just a little longer. “That’s my good girl.”

In response, you suck him into your mouth, the lolling your tongue around the roundness that fills the space. Kylo’s fingers tighten against the back of your head as his hand strokes his cock harder, faster.

“Missed you so fuckin’ much, Princess. Mmfff-fuck, that’s it. Keep going. Other one.”

Following his instruction, you lick and suck and tease him closer and closer to the brink. Christ, he’s only been gone three days but it felt like a lifetime and he swears he’s about to cum too quickly for his liking.

“Open.”

You pull back and open your mouth, presenting your tongue for him and—fuck, he could cum just like this: all over your pretty face and chest. But you’re at work and although he could get away with it, he’ll spare you this once. Kylo flops his heavy cock onto your tongue and with a press of his palm to the back of your head, paired with a thrust of his hips, he sinks his cock into the depths of your throat.

As expected, you chock and sputter against him, the hands at his thighs now digging nails into the flesh as your throat contracts around him. He holds you in place, nose pressed against the curls at the base of his cock as he cums with a guttural groan.

God, he’s fucking missed you—missed this.

He’ll show you all the other ways he’s missed you too once he comes down from this high.

“C’mere,” he says once he’s tucked himself away and helps you up off the floor, thumb wicking away any saliva from the corners of your mouth. “I brought you a present.”

[silksandcravats]

Can you do a headcannon of Kylo seeing Y/N all dressed up for the first time? With prompt #28 “Am I dreaming?” from Prompt List #2

Ahh, this adorable I would love to!

Dressing up for the first time with Kylo:

-ok so we all know words are difficult for Kylo. He just doesn’t know how to put his feelings out there vocally, so when he does compliment you, it means a lot!

-let’s go with ceo!kylo for this one.

-I imagine he’s got loads of boring meetings and events he has to attend for his position, and he’ll normally attend these alone.

-It’s not that you aren’t willing to go with him, but he never wants to bore you with him. In fact, he probably tries not to bore you with any aspect of his job.

-However, tonight was a special exception, and more than one of his employees who worked close to them had implied it was a plus one event.

-Naturally, you’re his plus one, he’d assured you he wouldn’t expect you to come along if you didn’t want to but you accepted immediately. 

-You were so excited that you were finally getting a chance to tag along with him, so you quickly began digging through your closet, looking through nightclub attire and even your old prom dresses for acceptable partywear.

-That was of course until Kylo cut you off, informing you that tonight was a bit more formal, and he’d need to take you to one of the fancy designer shops downtown for some last-minute options.

-The shop was the real deal, you knew it was nicer than any store you’d ever been in the moment you walked in, and when they offered you a glass of champagne while you tried on dresses? Your jaw nearly dropped.

-you tried to tell Kylo that you didn’t need anything this nice but he was having absolutely none of that.

-The employees whisked you away in the backs, forces you in and out of dozens of dresses of every color and style.

-finally, you were dressed in a perfect floor-length gown that was everything you could have ever dreamed of. The dress brought out the color in your eyes and the fabric hugged all of your bends and curves perfectly.

-Kylo was waiting for you in the front, having instructed the attendant to bring you out for him to see whenever they found something suitable. 

-His face was incredibly bored until he saw you walk in. Ceo!Kylo was never one to show his feelings for you publicly but in that moment he was nearly breathless.

-His entire demeanor changed and you could see his love for you swimming in his eyes.

-“Am I dreaming?” It slipped out before he could stop it. 

-You smiled shyly, feeling awkward with all the eyes on you. “Do you like it?”

-“You look beautiful angel.”

-And then he quickly recollected himself turning to the attendant, “Have this wrapped up, along with whatever matching shoes she would like.”

[slutsofren]

Kylo Ren Masterlist

CEO Kylo x Mistress AU

tw: cheating & extramarital affairs

First Time Meeting and Second Missed Calls

Just Because I Love You 

Personal Succubus

Churros and Dole Whip

Demon Kylo x Witch Reader

Headcanons

ABC Prompts

Poet Kylo x Painter Reader

Paint Me Red (series)

[babbushka]

I stan CEO kylo!!! Literally anything with that man holy shit

It wasn’t easy being the boss. That was always something his family had told him, a lie they had planted in his brain. It was a lonely road, running it all, being at the top of the food chain. Kylo didn’t think so, but then again, when did anything his family say make any sense? 

His office is on the top floor, the great big wall behind his desk replaced with windows which give a fantastic view of the city. 

But in front of his desk, in front of where he’s sitting, you lounge on an expensive couch, fingers drawing patterns in the light grey cushions. 

That view is even more delicious, he thinks.

First Order Enterprises had started under a man who Kylo only ever knew as Snoke. Kylo met him through an internship opportunity when he was getting his masters in business, and quickly rose to the top of the food chain. 

He impressed Snoke, and the man taught Kylo everything he had learned over his seventy years of operations. And then Kylo killed him, and took over everything. 

Now, now he sits high up in the sky with you, and he thinks all the blood on his hands was worth it, if he gets to pour a glass of something bubbly for you. 

Kylo wears suits every day. Even on days when he’s not at the office he wears them. Even to the grocery store he wears them. Not that he does his own grocery shopping, but if he did, he would. 

He goes into the office six days a week, only taking off Saturdays. After he met you, he conceded to a half-day Sunday. The work never stops, and neither does he. But that’s alright. 

Kylo’s business partner and the co-owner of the company, Armitage Hux, oversaw a sister building across the street. Sometimes they waved to each other through their windows, a sly reminder that they were in this together. 

Kylo debated killing Hux, but you convinced him not to. It was a wise decision to keep a rabid cur around, even if on a very short leash. 

But business is good and there’s no reason to change things now, Kylo muses as you open your arms for him, accept the glass he hands you and kiss him carefully. You don’t like when your lipstick smudges, Kylo knows. 

It’s almost time for him to go home, to take you home, to take you to bed, and the excitement thrills through him. 

First Order Enterprises was his pride and joy, but you, well. 

You were his everything, who he ran all this for. 

[kylorendrip]

guys.......who has the ceo au’s......im serious........ send them....

[hela-of-ren]

Dancing In The Dark: Happiness

I NEVER POSTED THIS BECAUSE I’M TRASH, but here is the final chapter of my collab with @damndriver and I’m really happy to share it with ya’ll. A huge thank you to @damndriver for being so genuine and always checking up on me. I could not have done this without you and I am so thankful for you. Enjoy, kids!

A few weeks had passed since Kylo had been reunited with his family, and since then, you had seen them quite often. Leia liked to invite the two of you over for dinners or even game night that she liked to hold just as an excuse to see you and Kylo often. Of course, although still a bit hesitant, Kylo took the invasion and always brought you with him—especially when he knew just how much his mother (and father) were starting to love you.

But now you were rehearsing for one of the biggest shows of the year—Lo Illum—and Kylo promised he’d visit your rehearsals just to give you that extra boost in confidence. Although it wasn’t something new to be the prima ballerina, it was still a bit stomach turning especially when you had to make it perfect.

Holding dress rehearsals at the center you’d be performing the ballet at, you and the girls took the stage as Kylo had sat beside Maz at the center of the front row, a wide grin on his lips as his eyes bounced around, following your every move. Your smile was much bigger than usual, and although you weren’t supposed to be smiling look a fool, you couldn’t help it. You were in love and the man you did love was right there, supporting you.

Recognizing that the performance was reaching its end, Rey had made eye contact with Kylo as he slowly nodded his head, discreetly reaching into his pocket and making sure he truly was ready. Although now with a racing heart and a stomach filled with anxious butterflies, Kylo was more than ready to make his big move and make you his forever.

“You can do this, my boy. I know you can.” Maz said while placing her hand on his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “She loves you more than the stars love the night sky.” Sucking in a breath, he nodded as he looked at Maz momentarily.

Reaching the end and hitting your final pose, the girls suddenly cheered for you and encircled you, telling you how amazing you were and how you were going to do so well. Especially since this was the first dress rehearsal and the show was sooner than you liked to believe.

Waving her hand towards Kylo, Rey looked over at the girls as one of them nodded towards her, Kylo quietly making his way onto the stage as he pulled out the ring. “You’re going to do great,  she’s definitely going to say yes.” Rey whispered, patting his shoulder. “Trust me, she never shuts up about you. And I thought ballet was the one thing she loved most in life.”

Feeling his heart flutter as his cheeks burned, Kylo grinned. “Thank you, Rey.” Sucking in a breath, he looked down at the velvet box. “I’m nervous as fuck.”

“I can tell, you’re shaking.” She pointed out. “But, don’t worry, she’ll be yours in no time.” With a confident smile and nod, Kylo nodded back before moving to the spot—where he planned to propose.

“Thank you, thank you!” You smiled at the girls, filled with bliss and content, feeling the excitement course through your veins.

Watching as the girls dispersed, you looked over to the seats and lost sight of Kylo, although Maz was still there, he was nowhere to be found. Frowning, you realized the room had suddenly gone silent, causing your eyebrows to furrow.

Turning in your spot, your eyes wandered around the ballerinas, seeing them standing there, facing you in some sort of formation. “What’s going on?” Not realizing they were now holding roses, one by one they walked up to you and handed them over, you taking them in confusion.

As Rey was the last one who approached you with the final rose, you now holding a bouquet in your hands, she whispered over to you. “Good luck.” Knitting your eyebrows, you lifted your eyes, only to gasp.

“Ky-Kylo?” You stuttered, seeing him sit there on one knee, holding a velvet box in his hand as you walked closer. “Oh my gosh…” Seeing him open it as the diamond ring sparkled, your skin tingled as your eyes filled with sudden tears.

“My princess,” Kylo began, sucking in a breath as his eyes bounced between your own. “It hasn’t been very long, but the time I’ve spent with you feels like an eternity in all the best ways. You’ve made me into such a better man and you’ve given me a reason to love and to be loved. You are the reason the stars shine so brightly. The reason why the sun beams down on us and the reason the moon lights up the night sky. You are the reason for my happiness and I could never love anything more than I love you.” Covering your mouth and feeling a few tears slip, you bit your inner lip. “Y/N, I want to be with you forever and always. To spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me-“

“Yes!” You shrieked, so quick to answer and tackle him with the excitement you felt running through your body.  

With you lying on top of him, pressing kisses all over his face as your tears kept falling, Kylo smiled as he rolled you over and lifted your hand, slipping on the engagement ring before pulling you into a kiss.

“Congratulations!” The ballerinas cheered, clapping and yelling as Maz watched from her spot and wiped her tears, heart feeling heavier than ever at the sight of the two of you finding love and hope in one another. Finding a forever.

She couldn’t help but bawl, you were practically her daughter, she been there since the beginning, and to see you grow into the beautiful woman you now were… To love a man who needed to be loved. To be happier than she had ever seen you be… She was beyond joyous of the fact.

“I love you so much!” You laughed as you pulled Kylo into an embrace, holding him tightly as he did the same to you.

“I love you, my angel.” Kissing the side of your head as he held you close, the two of you then stood up as Kylo kept you in his arms. Letting go of him and looking down at the ring, you couldn’t help but cry even more at the sight—and the thought of being married to him.

“It’s so beautiful, Kylo.” You whimpered, Kylo moving a hand from your waist and wiping your tears. “I love it so much.”

Kissing your cheek and holding you against him, he smiled. “It was my grandmothers.”

Gasping you turned and looked at him. “Really?” You breathed in disbelief as he nodded. “Aw, thank you, it’s gorgeous!” Getting a hold of his face, you kissed him again.

The ballerinas went for the flowers that you had dropped the second you tackled Kylo—although it was unintentional—you were just so excited to get a hold of him. One by one, grabbing a flower, the girls showered the two of you in them, dancing around in a circle as you and Kylo kissed, laughs vibrating in your chests.

Standing from her seat and walking to the stage, Maz approached either of you as the girls opened up the circle for her. Separating from the kiss, you rested your head against his chest as he lied his chin on top of your head. “So… You are going to marry her…”

“Mhm…” Kylo smiled as Maz eyed him. “I promise to take great care of her, Maz.”

Nodding, she smiled. “I know you will, my boy.” She said, resting her hand on his arm. “But if you upset her or make her cry I promise you I will be the one you have to deal with, and I’m sure your mother will join me on this!” She lifted a finger as you laughed.

“I wouldn’t think of it.” Kylo shook his head as you reached over to bring Maz to the two of you, embracing her.

“Your mother would be so proud of you, Y/N.” Maz mumbled into the hug as you smiled, kissing the top of her head.

“I know.” You agreed, Kylo rubbing your back as he kissed your temple.

“Group hug!” Rey shouted as the rest of the girls piled in, hugging the three of you as you laughed. You never thought you’d ever be this happy in your life.

_______________________________________

Had you said happy? You meant nervous, nervous and stressed beyond belief. Of course you were more than excited to marry Kylo, but that didn’t stop you from fussing to try and make sure everything was perfect. He had been through hell and back and he deserved the best life could offer.

Kylo had tried with all of his might not to let you touch anything in terms of money for the wedding, but you’d be damned if you let him pay for everything. It wasn’t like you wanted anything grand, just something where all of your friends and family could appreciate the love you shared with Kylo.

So here you were, sitting in the bridal suite in your beautiful wedding dress while contemplating if you’d done everything. The dress itself was a very muted and pale pink, a sweetheart neckline that hugged your body mermaid style yet flowed out beautifully near your calves. The dress was lightly sprinkled with a touch of sparkle here and there, a long veil resting on your head that made you feel like a princess.

You turned as the door opened to reveal Maz with a small bouquet of pink roses and a smile on her face.

“You look lovely, my dear. A true vision,” She hugged you warmly and left  small kiss to your cheek, “Your mother would be so proud of you.” She whispered.

You felt tears begin to build at the sentiment as you squeezed the small woman tighter.

“Thank you, Maz...for everything. I wouldn’t be who or where I am without you.”

“Nonsense, a smart girl like you? You’d be exactly where you are and for that, you should be proud. You’ve turned into a fine young woman and I am honored to have had hand in it. Now, I need to ask you a very important question,” She took your hands in hers, “Are you ready?”

You smiled as one small tear broke through from sheer happiness.

“I’m ready.”

Maz guided you out the door until you stood in front of the entrance of the quaint church, muffled piano music playing from the other side. You took a few deep breaths at the realization that in a few minutes, you would take Kylo’s name, you would be his wife.

Nothing had ever sounded so good.

Suddenly, the piano played a familiar tune you’d heard through your many tv shows and soap operas. That was the sound the bride in every love story was greeted by as she walked down the aisle towards her waiting husband. It was time.

The doors opened at what seemed to be a snail’s pace as you finally beheld your friends and family beaming with joy.

And there at the end of the aisle was Kylo dressed in a crisp black tux, his hair neatly styled and a look of awe in his eyes. Maz walked you down the aisle with a gentle hold on your arm, your own hand clutching hers. With a few more steps, you were suddenly in front of Kylo. Maz turned to you and gave you one final hug before looking at the priest.

“Before you ask, yes I give this woman to this man. No, I’m still not coming to sunday prayer.” An eruption of chuckles echoed in the room as Maz sent you a wink and walked to her seat. You turned to see Kylo extend his hand to you, your own taking his with a small squeeze.

“You look beautiful.” Were those tears you saw in his eyes?

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…” You tuned out the priests droning, your every attention solely focused on Kylo. His lips were curved into a smile of pure adoration and his eyes stayed firmly locked with yours. Every ounce of love and affection was pouring from his being and into yours, all warm and fuzzy feelings encasing you in a warm cocoon.

“I do.” Kylo’s words brought you out of your haze, now would be a good time to start paying attention.

“And do you, Y/N L/N take Kylo Ren to be your lawfully wedded husband so long as you both shall live?”

“I do, completely.” Another tear escaped your eye as Kylo gave a watery chuckle at your words, his thumb coming up to wipe it away.

“Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss-” Kylo cut the priest off as he clutched your face and pulled you in for a passionate kiss; your first as man and wife. You smiled into the kiss as Kylo wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you mid kiss, hoots and hollers from the crowd spurring you on. Kylo broke the kiss with a wide smile.

“C’mon, Mrs. Ren.”

“And where are we going, Mr. Ren?”

“To the best days of the rest of our lives.”

[boxofbonesfic]

WIP ask game! You can ask me a line or two about any of my works in progress.

i was tagged by @specialk-18, @cocoamoonmalfoy and @aniqua

rules — list all your wip titles; meaning even the ones that are vague or nonsensical. tag as many people as there are wips (respectfully… no)

Unpublished:

Ash and Bone— Viking!Steve x Thrall!Reader

Leadbelly— Mob!Curtis Everett x Escort!Reader

Fingerpaint— Kindergarten Teacher!Steve Rogers x Single Mom!Reader

Dust to Dust— Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

All this and Heaven, too— Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader

A pound of flesh— God!Peter Parker x Reader

Tithe— TASM! Alpha! Mob!Peter Parker x Reader

Roll for Initiative— TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Salt in my Eyes— Mob!Peter Parker x Reader

America’s Next Top Asshole—Model!Ransom Drysdale x Model!Reader

The land of milk and honey— Soft Dark!Alpha!Farmer! Thor x Reader

What if, What if— Soft Dark!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Deep and Dark and full of teeth— Dark!Arvin Russel x Reader

Gods made Flesh— Prince!Kylo Ren x Reader

Scatter me amongst the stars— Symbiote!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Tepata— Minotaur!Thor x Reader

Burn it all— Ghostface!Peter Parker x Reader

Funny Girl— Mob!Eddie Brock x Comedian!Reader

Up all night to have fun— Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Reader

Published:

Pattycakes— CEO!Thor x OFC

Here’s Lookin’ at you, kid— Chef!Bucky x Aspiring Chef!Reader

Written in Flesh and Stone— Gargoyle!Bucky Barnes x Actress!Reader

Wormwood— Witch Hunter!Thor x Witch!Reader

Devil Between us—Rockstar!Bucky x Reader

completely optional tags: @syntheticavenger @punemy-spotted @jamalflanagan @sweeterthanthis @cockslut-padalecki and literally everyone else who wants to play!

[xsister-serpent]

Earbuds & Intrigue- Part 3

Summary: Goth!Reader is a supporter of a spicy audio content creator CraftedClassic on Patreon. Her routine office job takes an unexpected turn when she discovers that her new wealthy CEO is none other than CraftedClassic, the infamous spicy audio creator she admires. Kylo's username is: CraftedClassic and Goth!Reader username is DeathMajesty.

Warning: 18+ MDNI, cursing, spicy audio, sexually explicit,

Your mind was still returning to that discovery you had made. There was no way, no way you could get fired from it. At least that’s what you reassured yourself. Thankfully the desk on the opposite end of Kylo’s office was empty. You immediately set up there and clocked in. You placed on your headphones switching to darkwave radio and began your daily tasks. Soon enough that discovery named Kylo was walking through the door. You figured causal wasn’t in his dictionary as he wore a fitted turtle neck and black slacks. He always looked so well put together it made you wonder if he ever owned a pair of jeans. 

 Your eyes went back to work as that queasiness entered into your system. You prayed to any Gods that would care to listen to let this day go smoothly and you would go unnoticed. But alas...Gods loved their pettiness.

“Hey,” Spoke Kylo in a smooth dark voice that made your toes curl. 

 Your eyes snapped up at him as he leaned against your cubical wall. It didn’t help either that he looked..very very good with that black turtle neck.

“Morning,” You cleared your throat trying to push back those audios you had listened to countless times you were alone.

“Rey told me you guys were looking for a new apartment?” He questioned as he folded his arms.

“Yeah that’s the plan, her dad’s gonna drive us around on Saturday to see what’s available,” You answered.

 Internally you were so grateful this conversation focused on your friend than him awkwardly liking those old photos on your social. 

“Rey wanted me to tag along with your little endeavor. I- I hope you don’t mind,” He shyly admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I just didn’t want it to be awkward since I’m the CEO or whatever. Whatever happens outside of work will stay out of work.”

 You couldn’t help but feel a slight tightness in your chest as you saw his shyness towards you. It was begrudgingly cute. Before you could speak he added on.

“I don’t want you to feel like you gotta be a different person ‘cause I’m a CEO more or less,” Kylo added quickly, “I’m strictly there for my cousin, no- that sounds insensitive. I mean, I can be there for you too, but not in a weird stalker way??-” 

A slight laugh escaped your lips as you saw Kylo trying to gather his thoughts in front of you, “I get it Kylo. It won’t be weird, you’re her family.”

Kylo let out a sigh of relief, “Great. Cool! I’m glad we got that out of the way. Have you met her dad?”

“Yeah here and there,” You spoke, suddenly a call came in from the company phone, “Excuse me for a second.”

 Kylo nodded as you greeted the caller. There was an older man’s voice on the other line. 

“Oh hi, I think I got my son’s extension wrong,” the man spoke with a nervous laugh.

“That’s alright, what’s your son’s name?” I asked looking at the phone screen.

“Ben,” he answered, “Ben Solo.”

Your eyebrow rose slightly as you glanced around the office. Kylo picked up on your confusion and quietly mouthed, “Who?”

Your shoulders shrug, “Ben Solo is that the name sir??”

 Kylo’s face slowly dropped as he stopped leaning on the cubicle wall. Immediately his aura changed causing you to be a little apprehensive. Immediately he wrote on a sticky note: Ask whose calling.

Kylo began folding his arms as his brows furrowed. He looks disappointed, you thought to yourself. 

“Whose calling?” You asked the older man on the other line.

“It’s uh…Han Solo his father,” the older man reluctantly answered.

“Han Solo,” I repeated loudly enough for Kylo.

 Kylo rolled his jaw and nodded pointing to his office.

“I’ll direct him to you now bare with me for a few minutes,” you replied as Kylo briskly made his way to his office.

“Great thanks,” the older man spoke before placing him on hold.

Kylo entered his office and shut the door behind him. Although you didn’t know all of the family drama through Rey, you had heard that last name a few times. But, you couldn’t entirely remember her mentioning anyone by the name of Ben. 

You reminded yourself to ask Rey when you got back to the apartment. The next few hours dragged on. Kylo every once in and while entered and exited his office as you kept to your far corner cubicle away from everyone else. Before he left the building he paused near the doorway on his phone. He was typing out something and suddenly your phone vibrated in your cardigan. 

 You turned your back to the doorway and pulled out your phone. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you saw it was from CraftedClassic tagging your username.

CraftedClassic: I can’t wait to give you an early release of my new audio, I hope this strikes your fantasy @DeathMajesty and other loyal followers. 

As if your heart rate couldn’t go any higher you saw the title of the new audio. 

Come Into My Office. CEO fantasy.

 You swiped the notification away as your stomach dropped. Kylo was still hanging by the doorway and his eyes were glued to his phone along with a smirk. 

He had no idea..no fucking clue…

 Kylo walked outside as a food delivery person came towards the door. Your eyes went back to your phone and messaged him back.

DeathMajesty: Can’t wait <3

 You heard a chime and as discreetly as you could manage you glanced at him quickly. A proud smirk came on his face as he returned to his office making you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“No fucking clue,” you muttered with a chuckle going back to your work. 

 The hours dragged on once more and soon enough it had reached your 8 hours. Let’s be honest 15 minutes before you could clock out you were mentally over today. You gathered your things and began to clean your desk. You softly played your music aloud as it was just you in the corner with no one else around you.

 You hummed to Bauhaus as you scrolled through your Tumblr feed your brain already in weekend mode. You saw a few employees leave waving bye to you as you did the same. A sudden movement caught your eye as Kylo exited out of his office. 

“Can you come into my office?” He asked you as he looked at his phone before looking at you.

 Wonderful choice of play on words, you thought to yourself as you paused your music. As you walked by him you could smell his cologne of mahogany and soft musk causing a slight warm feeling in the pool of your stomach. You entered the office while Kylo followed behind you. You wonder if he used this layout in his audio. 

“You can take a seat if you want,” he offered as he sat on the edge of his desk folding his arms. 

 You quickly glanced at his arms seeing how chiseled they were along with a slight veins, “I’m alright with standing..”

“Has Rey told you about Han??” He questioned as he slightly leaned on one foot then the other.

 You shrugged, “I’ve heard his name tossed around from her and Luke but that’s about it. Why?”

Kylo let out a small breath, “That’s one way of putting it I guess. Okay, family lore time since you’re already familiar with names. Han Solo is my dad, I changed my name when I got older. Long story short, Ben is me.”

 There was something deeper there, you could tell by his reluctance to speak further on it. And you weren’t one to press on it.

“Alright, that’s cool with me,” you answered nonchalantly.

“If Han ever does call back, I am not here,” he stated.

“You got it.”

 You were relieved a bit that he didn’t have that oversharing like Rey. It was alright because it was Rey, your best friend, but with Kylo. You weren’t entirely sure about him.

“I can see why Rey likes you, you’re easy to talk to,” Kylo admired, “I’m curious..what else has she told you about me?”

 A subtle grin came on his face making your stomach flutter. You went over to the chair in front of him, and for a second you could’ve sworn you heard him hold his breath.

“You want the good or bad?” You offered as you placed a palm under your chin.   He seemed a bit taken back by your stance now. 

“Bad of course,” he smoothly talked as he watched you with that cute smirk.

 Your mind went to that title for that hot audio. Desperately you pushed that thought back into the dark space in your mind. 

“The Christmas party, the family reunion, and something about someone’s party, I think Poe’s birthday party?” You listed as Kylo’s face dropped once more as a pink came on his cheeks.

“My God…” he whispered in disbelief as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “So she spilled to you of all my drunk endeavors.”

“Basically,” you laughed with a shrug, “You guys are like the Kardashians in my book, everything I know about you guys I know against my will.”

 Kylo seemed to beam when you laughed, “You have no idea Y/N. I’m surprised how we managed to last this long.”

You both shared a slight pause. Although he had a commanding aura around him this side was different. It was..fairly attractive along with that relaxed grin.

Before he could say something your alarm rang off in your phone. 

“I should probably clock out,” You muttered tapping your screen as you got up from the chair.

“Oh, yeah,” He cleared his throat, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

 You paused in your steps as you remembered that he was tagging along with you and Rey. 

“Right, tomorrow,” You acknowledged as you went out of his office, “Have a good night Kylo.”

“Goodnight Y/N,” He spoke gazing at your form. 

At home, you sat in front of your laptop with your mouse hovering over the link to Kylo’s newest audio. 

Come Into My Office. CEO fantasy

A pool of anxiety was swelling in your stomach as your hand slightly became sweaty. Before, you used to be so excited to hear what CraftedClassic had created..but now..

Now you knew the voice. You knew the face. 

With a deep breath, you clicked it. 

A/N: I finally got around to fixing this chapter up. I figured why not add some more tension, more accidental gazes from across the room. I hope you guys enjoy it! 🖤🖤

Tagging: @novausstuff @1dk-anym0r3 @b0xerdancer

[farai727]

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[direnightshade]

Can you tell us about CEO!Kylo and you stuck in the broken elevator together?

“God dammit!”

A large hand slams against every button available in a vain attempt at getting the now defunct elevator to start back up again. Behind him, your back rests against the far wall of the elevator, thumbs tapping away rapidly against your phone’s touchscreen.

“This happens like once a week,” you say, completely unperturbed by what’s just occurred.

Kylo whips around to face you, jaw working roughly in agitation whilst he takes in the sight of you who appears to be calm, cool, and collected—quite the opposite of how he feels. “What are you doing,” he barks out as his eyes fall to the phone in your hand.

You shrug, eyes still on the screen in front of you. “You want us to get out, don’t you? I’m alerting the maintenance crew.”

Silence follows, and only once you have finished and sent your message off do you look up to where Kylo stands, still rooted in place by the elevator doors. His chest rises and falls with deep, even breaths, but the seemingly composed appearance is betrayed by the near wild look in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but just as he does, the phone in your hand buzzes, and once again your attention is redirected away from him.

“How long,” he asks, the question sounding more like a demand which in turn earns him an irritated look on your part.

“An hour,” you reply, pocketing the phone just as a loud, over-aggressive ‘WHAT’ tears itself from Kylo.

In an instant, his own phone has materialized from the inside of his suit jacket. Now it is his turn to tap, tap, tap away, albeit much more gruffly than what you had done mere moments prior. He’s muttering to himself about missed meetings and how his whole day will be thrown off now. It’s almost as if he’s forgotten that you are the one responsible for taking care of his schedule.

When he lifts his gaze, he finds that you are staring at him with a peculiar little smile forming. He frowns in response. “I don’t know what you’re smirking about,” he huffs out.

“Have you ever taken a moment to just...relax,” you ask. The question catches Kylo off guard, and for a fleeting moment, he looks rather taken aback. “You know,” you follow up your question, taking a step forward towards him, “unwind? Turn that brain of yours off for five minutes?”

He doesn’t object when you reach for his phone and lock the screen before pulling open his suit jacket to put it back where it belongs like you’ve seen him do time and time again. Only once it is back in the little breast pocket do you allow the jacket to fall shut once more, giving the spot where the phone rests a little pat and then leaving your hand pressed gently against his chest.

Kylo swallows thickly, but says nothing at all when you tip your head back just enough to look up at him through your lashes. “I’ve already taken care of your meetings, Sir,” you practically purr up at him.

His nostrils flare, pupils dilating in immediate response. “When,” he asks brusquely.

“Turn it off,” you counter, unwilling to answer his question.

“I can’t.”

You attempt to take a step back, but the second one foot moves back behind you in preparation to distance yourself from him, an arm snakes around your waist and keeps you held close. In response, your hands reach out to brace yourself against his chest, palms sliding against the freshly pressed white button-down.

“Yes,” you finally reply, the word coming out far more breathily than you had intended, fingers now grasping the crimson colored tie that he wears, to tug him down to your level, “you can.”

There is no hesitation, no resistance that meets you when you pull on the tie. Instead, he follows your lead, lets you help him like he needs. The moment that his lips touch yours, any and all thought of meetings and conference calls and the like fly straight out of the proverbial window. In this moment all there is is you.

[mymymadeline]

•Friendly Dark

gif by: @chrishemsworht​​

pairing: Hallmark Christmas Movie Au! Poe Dameron x Reader 

word count: 6.9k+ words 

summary: 

warnings: alcohol cw

Adore You series: 01, 02, 03, 04, ... - AO3

Even though you’re on vacation, you are far from exempt from your work. And nothing is proving that more than the headache you nurse as you continue pouring over document after document on your tablet. Numbers and figures, charts and graphs, blueprints and sketches, even interviews and gossip articles – they’re all blending together after staring at the screen for what’s likely been hours. 

Snoke’s call the night before was not a social one – they never are. He was going on about some acquisition Kylo’s been trying to make for the past few months, and apparently, he was missing something crucial, which is where you usually come in. The two of you have always been a team for a reason. He was more of the passion and ideas, whereas you were better with relations and logistics. 

Snoke had immediately sent over hundreds of digital files for you to go through and find… well something. Most likely some kind of professional blackmail. Some kind of small violation or incident that would really be such a shame if it came to the media's attention. You know, the usual. 

So far, everything they’ve done is up to code, as far as you can tell. But Snoke won’t take no for an answer. He’d have your head for it. So you continue looking through page after page, searching for some dirt, searching for any kind of upper hand on the competition. 

After coming back in that night while on the phone with Snoke, you blew past your parents and went straight up to your room, where you’ve been for almost the entirety of this Sunday. You couldn’t even face them after that absolute embarrassment of an evening. And though this morning you did stalk around the house if only to get a thing or two to eat, you pointedly ignored your mother, only giving your father a small silent nod of acknowledgment. 

Stealing away to your room for a full day of silent, frustrating work was not exactly your idea of a fun vacation back home, but neither was last night. Just the thought of running into Poe again makes you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment and stress. He probably thinks you’re an idiot now. Probably never wants to see you again. And who could blame him if he did? 

If you were a different woman, you’d probably have shed a few embarrassed tears in the solitude of your room, but that wasn’t you. Not anymore. So you rub your eyes once again, and get back to work.

You’re back to staring at a tax filing by the company’s CEO from seventeen years ago when a notification pops up at the top of your screen.

Unknown Number

hey! its rose! i got ur number from when you called the shop lol hope thats not creepy

i was wondering if ur busy tonight? i was thinking of getting drinks w/ some friends at Kanata’s! wanna come? i can pick u up since ur ride is chopped ;)

You blink back at the notification. Drinks? At Kanata’s? 

You can’t remember the last time you actually went out with a group of friends, especially for fun. Taking clients you and Kylo were wooing out to dinner was a common occurrence. But fun? They were never.

Another wave of anxiety washes over you. Friends? Who were these friends? Would they like you? Did you know them? Maybe it would be better to just stay and finish your work. Nothing could go wrong if you did that.

You open the message, absolutely ready to type an excuse why you can’t come, when there’s a gentle knock at your door. You already recognize it as your mother by the way she knocks even before she calls out gently. 

“Love? You in there?”

“I’m here.” You leave your voice flat and emotionless. You need her to know you’re still mad.

“Can… Can I come in?” 

‘No’ dances on the tip of your tongue for a strong moment, but the uncertainty in her soft voice gives you pause. 

“...Okay.”

The door clicks open slowly and your mother pokes her head in, a small, nervous smile affecting her features. You only look at her blankly from your nest of blankets and pillows that have been on your bed since high school.

She steps more fully into the room, closing the door behind her most of the way. She leaves it open just a little, giving the both of you some air to breathe, but also, in a way, making sure not to lock herself in a cage with a wounded animal. 

And she approaches you like one–cautious, hands visible and apologetic. You huff, curled up in the corner of your bed, and try to look anywhere but at her. But she’s hard to avoid as she sits gently on the far edge of your bed and pulls her hands into her lap, looking down and rolling them over one another contemplatively. You two sit like this for a moment, simmering in the uncomfortable tension, but like hell you’re the one with anything to apologize for. 

She lets out a deep sigh. “I’m… so, so sorry… about my behavior last night. I suppose I just… wasn’t handling your absence as well as I thought I was.”

Despite the small sorrow your heart finds at her small and broken tone, the anger–rage even– that has been boiling since the night before claws desperately to be let out. You breathe deeply, and do your best to keep it still in its place. But that doesn’t exclude the fury that seeps into your quiet voice, as you level your gaze with hers.

“Mom, that was the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me in my entire professional career. I need you to know this.”

She nods understandingly and looks back to her fiddling hands. “Yes. I know. And I couldn’t be sorry enough. I realized...I– I don’t know how to be your mother anymore.” You blink at this. A terrible lurch in your gut crawls into your throat at the sight of the tears silently beginning their descent down her cheeks. “I don’t know what to do for you when you're a grown woman who’s accomplished so much on her own without me. I miss you, but I’m not really sure I know you anymore.”

She looks up suddenly at you, her face twisted with grief and regret.

“I didn’t mean it like that… I-”

You stop her, shaking your head, swallowing the lump in your throat, willing the sudden strange wetness in your eyes away. Your voice comes out more choked up than you wish. But whatever wall was up is quickly crumbling away.

“No… Mom, I think I understand.” You look down at your own hands now, picking at your nails nervously, silently discovering the lineage of this habit of yours. You smile sadly at the thought. “I feel that way too sometimes… about myself.”

“Oh, love.” Your mother reaches out, placing her hand on your foot, the only part of you she can reach, and squeezes it gently. She smiles sweetly, her eyes and cheeks still wet, though she’s wiped away the tears.

“You’re not my little girl anymore… but you’re still my daughter, and I’ll love you no matter what.”

You nod, suppressing a sniff as you rub at your nose. She squeezes your foot one more time before standing up and making her way back to the door. She reaches for the handle when you call out. 

“I love you, Mom.”

The smile she sends you is genuine, heartfelt, and warming to your core. It makes you realize how much you truly missed your mother, even if she had her difficulties. “I love you too, girlie.”

With that, she closes the door, leaving you alone with your tablet and the unanswered message. But you know your response now. 

Me

Sounds fun! Let me know what time. I’d love to come, if you’ll have me.

You begin entering Rose’s information into your contacts and her response is almost immediate.

Rose Tico

duuuh! ill get u at like 8ish? and we’ll meet them there! cant wait!

You look down at the message and can’t help but feel a little more at home. 

______________

 You run a hand through your hair, adjusting your outfit for the hundredth time. You’ve opted for something more casual tonight. Something a little more friendly, approachable. You suddenly frown at your reflection. You don’t need these people’s approval. Well, no. But it wouldn’t be so bad to be friendly for once would it?

The two voices in your head continue to battle it out, leaving you frozen in the mirror, desperately trying to understand how you feel in this moment. Anxious? Perhaps. Regretful of accepting this invitation? Maybe. 

Your phone chirps, lighting up on your desk. Glancing over, you see it’s Rose. You don’t need to read it to know it’s just her announcing her arrival, but you pick it up anyway, settling down on your bed and slipping on your shoes as you open the message.

Rose Tico

here!!! right in front lol

Me

One moment!

You lace up your boots quickly, practically sprinting out of your room and down the stairs, snatching up your long coat on the way. 

“I’m headed out, I won’t be back until you guys are already in bed. So, goodnight.”

You call out to the living room as you pull on the coat, your parents turning from their seats on the couch, eyeing you with interest.

“And where are you going this late, young lady?” Your father questions sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

“Out with friends,” you rush, already halfway out the door, spotting Rose in her car and giving a small wave. “Love you, bye!”

Half-jogging down the steps, you cross quickly but cautiously through the snow-laden yard, careful not to slip. As you close the gate behind you, Rose is already opening the passenger door from the inside, beckoning you in.

“Get inside, it’s freezing!”

You allow yourself a small laugh and slide into the seat next to her. Pulling the door closed, you look around, taking in the space of the car, as she starts it back up and pulls away from the curb. 

Like most things in The Base, it’s worn and old, peeling and chafed, likely held together with duct tape and love. But despite all of its imperfections, it’s not only comfortable, it’s cozy. It’s warm and personal, every dent containing a story, every mile meaningful. 

You can’t help but think back to the chill rigid efficiency of your TIE. Sure, it gets the job done, and is mighty stylish while it does so, but you’ve never felt like it was yours. Never felt anything but cool indifference for its sleek lines and dark exterior. 

“So, you’re looking snazzy tonight.” Rose pulls you out of your thoughts with her cheery tone. 

You look down at your outfit, once again tugging at its hems. 

“Am I? I was actually trying to dress down.”

She laughs at that. “You think that’s dressing down? No way, this is dressing down.” She takes one hand off the wheel, gesturing at her own attire: A brown button-up with a sewn name tag and a pair of dark cargo pants. Likely the uniform she wore to work today. Her cool attitude and smooth voice put you at ease, and you can feel your guard begin to lower. 

“I like this on you,” you quietly praise. You pick at your nails, continuing, “Don’t take this the wrong way, please, but… I admire that you can wear clothes like that and feel comfortable. I feel like I have to dress up all the time, no matter what. I don’t know… I- Nevermind.”

You look up at Rose and she pulls her eyes away from the road for a moment to give you a meaningful look. She nods sympathetically, her previous lightness replaced by understanding. She realizes the weight of this seemingly minor admission.

“I get it, I do.” She gives you a soothing smile. “I just hope you can feel comfortable here… with us. We like having you back, even if just for a moment.”

Still smiling, she turns back to the wheel with a light shrug. “Plus, this isn’t Canto Bight. You’ll look great no matter what.”

You groan, half sardonic, half-serious. “Oh, please don’t remind me. You know, I thought I was a vulture, but those people,” you give an audible shiver. “They’re something else.”

Rose laughs melodically. “Oh, do tell.”

______________

 The ride to the bar is short, the car only really needed for warmth, but the company is appreciated. Rose laughs along to your story of once attempting to cover for Kylo’s drunken rage in front of investors, and while it was a very unamusing situation at the time, you find yourself chuckling with her. 

“Well, that’s why we don’t let him have Bespin Fizzes anymore.”

Rose giggles at that, before piping up in her seat a little. “There it is!”

The bar comes into view just ahead, a familiar neon sign reading Kanata’s hanging overhead a small brick building. The parking lot is compact, but practically full, reminding you just how small the town is, as Kanata’s is the only real bar in the whole Base, and as such, is the town’s favorite happy hour hangout. 

She leans up the dashboard, pointing to an old, grey, junky Corellian that’s as familiar to the town as the bar. 

“There’s the Falcon,” she points out with a smile, though you don’t need her to tell which car it is. “They’re here.”

You nod, smiling at the old hunk of junk fondly, before suddenly realizing what the Falcon’s presence implies. She pulls up to the spot next to it as you turn to her.

“Wait, we’re getting drinks with Han? ” You try not to sound upset, only curious, but Rose reads your panic easily. 

“No, silly,” she giggles, and seems to dodge the question, stepping out of the car. You quickly follow behind, stepping out into the chill night air. Closing the doors, Rose rounds the car and you trail next to her, past the Falcon and towards the bar's entrance. She continues her explanation without you having to ask. 

“About five years ago, Han gave the Falcon away.”

“He gave it away? Why would he do that? To who?” 

She pushes open the door, leading you into the dimly lit bar, which you only now realize with its unfamiliar interior, that you never stuck around to be old enough to actually enter it. The lights are low, yellow and red, but not unwelcoming, in fact creating a warm atmosphere. It’s brightest around the bar itself, with neon and string lights, as patrons sit on the stools, chatting over the low playing jukebox on the far side of the room. Near it are a couple of pool tables, busy with players in the middle of games. A few locals drink in booths against the walls, however Rose leads you towards the high tables and stools in the middle of the room. You’re scanning the bar for anyone you recognize when you finally see where she’s leading you– to the only couple occupying the tables, and your heart drops into your stomach as your fight or flight instinct kicks in. 

“To them!” Rose points but once again you don’t need her helpful hand to see what you need to.

At the table is a girl you don’t recognize with a sweet face and dark hair, but it’s the familiar face next to her that makes you want to run.

Finn, your old classmate, but more importantly your old employee, sits smiling and laughing, casual as anything. You knew Finn left First Order – on very bad terms, one would be remiss to forget – after a fateful trip home for somewhere less cutthroat and competitive, but you thought that meant somewhere like Alderaan. You didn’t think he’d come back, and you certainly didn’t think you’d actually see him here.  

Rose doesn’t notice your hesitation, continuing to pull you forward and calling out to her friends. She catches their attention, waving, and you brace for the moment of impact. 

Finn is going to be mad that you’re here. He’s going to be furious. He’s going to stand up and yell at Rose about how awful of a person you are and make sure nobody in this town will even so much as smile at you ever again. He’s going to laugh in your face and tell you to go back to Coruscant and you’ll do it because you’re so deeply embarrassed.

The girl turns first, smiling and waving back at Rose. She grins brightly at you as well, obviously unfamiliar but still friendly. Finn turns second with an easy expression, glancing at you briefly before doing a double-take. His face falls, but not into anger like you expect. It drops to confusion, like he’s making sure it’s you, which then turns into half-smug disbelief, a bewildered smile taking over his features. 

Finn speaks first. “No-freaking-way.”

Tension still wracks your body as he steps off the stool, meeting you and Rose in front of the table. Rose looks between the two of you before dropping your hand and covering her eyes.

“Oh my God, I totally forgot about the whole…” She looks to you apologetically, not towards Finn, which confuses you. “I’m so sorry I forgot to say.”

“No, I- it’s okay. I just hope I’m not intruding.” It seems that this town just loves to leave you at a loss for words.

Finn laughs, seemingly completely at ease. “Not unless you’re here to talk about work. Or to try to win me back.”

“God, no. Not that we wouldn’t love to have you back but,” you glance quickly at the friendly girl still sitting at the table, obviously confused. “I understand that you’re much happier here.”

“That I am.”

“Then that’s all I care about.”

Rose absolutely buzzes with energy at the exchange. “Yay! So we’re all still friends and everything?” Her hands are clasped and her hopeful eyes flicker back and forth between the two of you. 

You turn your gaze back to Finn, hoping that you look as genuine as he does. “I hope so.”

“I don’t see any reason why not,” He smiles warmly at you, offering his hand. “Besides, you weren’t exactly the one that left me with a bad taste in my mouth.”

You take his hand easily, and just barely manage to quell your surprise when he uses it to tug you into a warm hug. The recent bombardment of hugs you’ve received in the past few days is the only thing that gets your arms moving properly, wrapping loosely around Finn for a moment before you part. 

As you pull back, an awkwardness comes to hang in the air as a silence settles between the four of you. You suddenly remember the girl at the table seemingly the same moment that Finn does. He pipes up, turning towards her and half leading you to the table where they were sitting. 

“Right, uh, Rey, I’d like you to meet an old friend of mine.” 

You extend a hand and introduce yourself to the woman, Rey, and she lets out an awkward laugh as she takes it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I was a bit, erm, hesitant to intrude on the moment. Seems like there’s a lot of history going on here.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Finn laughs before his nose scrunches up in thought. “Actually, you might have some idea. You know the place I used to work before we met?”

Rey’s face twists in disgust. “You mean that awful tech company? God, you couldn’t stop talking about how awful it was for almost a year. Must’ve been terrible. Did you work there too?” 

She looks to you as your cheeks heat up and you can't help the grimace that creeps into your expression. “I actually still do.” 

Finn opens his mouth but Rey beats him to it. “Oh no, that must be awful. What do you do? Get yelled at all day by some tall blonde woman like Finn did?” She chuckles at her own joke, but she’s the only one. Finn and Rose look like they’d rather be anywhere else. Probably at the bar. With strong drinks. Yet, you feel a chill indifference wash over you. The one you feel whenever you walk through the doors of the First Order offices and meetings. 

“Actually I’m the COO.”

Rey’s jaw slackens with the shock, mouth starting and stopping any words she attempts to get out. “I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.” Finn has his head fully in his hands and Rose looks like she might die. But you smile softly.

“It’s okay. I’ve heard far worse before. From people whose opinions were far more important.”

The urge to storm out tugs at your gut but your feet stay planted. It’s strange. You’re not quite sure what emotion it is that you’re feeling exactly. There’s anger, but it’s the blow to your pride that fuels it. There’s certainly embarrassment. Mostly, you realize it’s guilt. Guilt that the company you worked so hard to build has hurt people - people that you care about. You knew it happened, probably every day, probably right at this moment, but being faced with the conversations that people must be having behind your back… It hurts. It hurts in many directions. 

“Drinks!” Rose chirps loudly, desperate to break the tension. “I’ll go get us some drinks!”

She spins on a dime and immediately heads towards the bar. Looking between you and Rey, Finn gulps. “She’ll probably need some… help with those…” He’s immediately out of his chair and trailing behind Rose. 

Rey sits quietly, a thoughtful look on her face as you finally take a seat on the stool across from her. The silence hangs for a moment as the jukebox croons quietly in the background. 

“I really didn’t mean it that way,” Rey starts quietly. “It’s just…” She leans towards you, elbows resting in front of her on the table. Her eyes are earnest, kindness pouring forth. “Finn was miserable when we met in Jakku. Work was stressing him out to no end, but mostly… he felt like he was hurting people. He had a stable and successful job but… what did it cost him? All he ever wanted to do was help people.” She sighs, and a small smile tugs at her lips. “I like to think I helped him, but really, he knew all along what he had to do. I’m so grateful that we’re both here now, working with the kids, helping people where it feels like it really matters. I can’t speak for you, but it sounds like you’re proud of your company, and I’m glad but… It just wasn’t right for Finn. I hope I haven’t offended you.”

You’re momentarily stunned by her small speech. Not just the words but her honesty. You can tell from the tone of her voice just how much she cares for Finn and how much she believes in their cause. You find a small stain on the table, gazing at it intensely in thought. You’ve just wanted to help people too, all your life, but making something of yourself always came first it seemed. You told yourself you were helping people, creating new things that made so many people’s lives easier, donating intensely to charities, but how many people were you hurting on the way? How many times can you tell yourself that some eggs must be cracked to make an omelette? How many people have you screwed over, blackmailed, and outright stolen from? How many shady people have you bought from or sold to? How many things have you ignored or swept under the carpet just to keep business running as usual?

“If it helps… Finn always spoke highly of you.” 

You look up as Rey draws you out of your thoughts, something she obviously picks up on going by her smile. 

“Well… He’s a good man. A good friend before he was an employee… I didn’t mean what I said either - about your opinion not mattering. That’s not true, I just…” You trail off, but look up to find comfort and forgiveness in her warm expression. You give her a small genuine smile of your own. “Maybe we should just start over.”

You extend a hand, introducing yourself and she does the same, laughing lightly as she does so. At that moment, Rose and Finn come shuffling over, each balancing a tray with a few colorful drinks and rounds of shots. Placing the trays on the table, Finn eyes your smiles and parting hands. 

“Are you guys… Is everything good now?”

You nod, laughing. “Yes, I think we just got off on the wrong foot.”

“And we’re just here to have a good time and hang out - no work talk.” Rey winks at Finn. He lets out a hearty laugh, clapping you two on the back. 

“Oh, you two are good.”

“Actually, there’s one more thing,” Rose cuts in. She looks absolutely tickled pink, poorly suppressing her roguish grin. Finn and Rey raise an eyebrow in unison, seemingly used to this behavior. 

Rose giggles, “I invited Poe!” 

You instantly feel your heart rate pick up and a gentle heat rise in your cheeks, but it seems your the only one excited about this development. Rey only sighs with an unamused laugh. Rolling his eyes, Finn shakes his head, “That’s not exactly a surprise.” He turns to you. “She invites him out every time. And every time he says no. ‘Too busy.’”

“He never just relaxes,” Rey chimes in. “We’re constantly inviting him out, even inviting ourselves into the shop occasionally, but he’s just so dedicated to his work. It’d be admirable if it wasn’t so annoying.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Rose waves her hands around, as if attempting to dispel the negative comments in the air before they reach you. “BUT… I told him a certain special someone was gonna be here!” 

Finn and Rey both turn to you, Rey holding an expression of curiosity and Finn looking at you with new eyes, the gears turning almost visibly in his head. Did she mean you? Everyone seems to be looking at you expectantly so… she must be. Sure, Poe seems to like you well enough but… This is behavior that seems to have been going on for years. How could your presence possibly change that?

“Wh- Me?” You ask, turning to Rose at a sudden loss for words. “Why- What makes me special?”

Rose rolls her eyes so hard her head can’t help but follow. “You are so oblivious. And so special.”

Finn nods, with a grin you can only describe as ‘shit-eating.’ 

“Of course.” He bites his lip deviously. “This is gonna be so fun.”

“Really wha-”

You’re cut off by the sound of the blowing snow and wind as the door creaks open behind you. As if on cue, each of your heads swivel to the entrance to see the door swinging shut behind Poe shaking the snowflakes out of his hair, cheeks ruddy from the outside cold. He looks up from tugging his gloves off to see the four of you gawking at him. If he can tell he just walked in on a discussion of himself, he doesn’t show it. He practically beams at the four of you, but lets his eyes settle on yours.

“Hey guys.”

“This is gonna be so fun,” You hear Finn whisper behind you. 

You fail miserably at trying to hide your smile, but you know it’s for the best. 

______________

 “God, I know it’s embarrassing but... that’s so funny.” Rey chuckles with red cheeks, thoroughly amused.

“But it’s so embarrassing,” You exclaim, a little louder than you’re usually comfortable with but the drinks you’ve been slowly consuming for the past two hours have loosened your tongue just a bit. 

Finn continues to shake his head in laughter. “I do love your mom, though. I wanna thank her for that one. A proper Base welcome.”

“C’mon, it really wasn’t so bad,” Poe laughs. 

Once he’d arrived, everyone made quick work of getting him a drink and dragging over a stool, planting him firmly and snuggly between you and Rose. Small pleasantries and catching up eventually turned into you and Poe recounting the previous night's dinner and conversation at the strong behest of the rest of the group. It mostly consisted of you complaining and apologizing to Poe and him simply laughing it off, attempting to placate your worries. Finn, Rey, and Rose simply watched in entertainment, soaking up every juicy detail. 

“Really, you have to stop beating yourself up about it. You’ll drive yourself insane.” Poe places a hand on your shoulder, sending a little shiver of electricity through your body that you desperately try to curb. You look down at his hand on your shoulder and are struck with the desire to see it as often as possible. Meeting his eyes, they are warm and kind and cause you to immediately lose whatever it was you were going to just say. You are now very aware of just how buzzed you are. 

“I’ll… I’ll try.” You give him a small smile and he accepts it readily, his own smile growing. Over your shoulder, Finn must catch his eye because he swiftly turns his head back to his drink on the table and clears his throat. His hand gives you a small pat and quickly retreats back to his lap. His hand makes a loose fist and you miss its warmth. 

“Well,” Rose starts. “It’s getting late and I am so beat. I should get going.” 

Rose gives a meaningful glance at Finn and Rey, “Isn’t it a school night? You guys should get going too. Don’t want to have to show a video tomorrow.”

Finn’s eyes widen a bit and Rey nods fervently. 

“Yes, absolutely. You’re so right, Rose.” Finn begins standing up from his stool. “C’mon, Rey, we should be off.”

Those fucking conspirators. You know you should be grateful - they’re trying very hard to set you up with your high school crush - but all you can feel is panic. You’re an expert at talking to people, from brokering deals to conducting yourself in interviews and even giving presentations, you’ve trained and practiced in the art of discussion. But for some reason, just being in the same room as Poe makes your brain short circuit. Your mind constantly pulls back and forth whether to close off and shut him out or loosen up and actually let him in. It’s barely been three days but it feels like so much longer. And that’s terrifying.

“Uh-Wh- Are you guys okay to drive?” You sputter.

Finn sends you a reassuring smile as he grabs Rey by the shoulders, “Rey might not be in any state to drive, but I’m totally fine. I’ve had maybe two drinks in the past couple hours. Don’t worry.” 

Rose is off her stool too, gathering her coat. “Could you maybe drop me off too? I’d just walk but it’s so damn cold.”

“No problem, Rose.”

“What about me? I’m supposed to walk then?” You interject, flustered. “Rose, you drove me here.”

Rose gives an exaggerated look of cluelessness, giving you a shrug before looking over at Poe.

Breaking his momentary silence, Poe gives you a nod. “Yeah, I can give you a ride if you want.” 

You can only nod along. “Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you.”

Rose lets out a little squeal, scrambling over to give you a kiss on the cheek and skip out the door, calling out goodbyes over her shoulder. You can’t help but roll your eyes and laugh along with Finn and Rey, both of them giving you and Poe sidehugs before taking their exit as well. 

As the doors swing shut and the silence between you settles, you glance around at the bar. There are about half as many people as there were a few hours ago but the place doesn’t feel empty by any means. The few patrons still mill about, some playing pool, some chatting at the bar. You sigh contently at the sight, something Poe catches as he watches you.

“Good to be home?”

You look over, momentarily studying his handsome features in the warm lights as you try to figure out how to answer his question. 

“I don’t know. Like I said before, it’s not really home. And yet it is.”

He nods, thinking for a second. “But are you happy to be here?”

You eye him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m starting to be.”

“Well, I’ll drink to that.” He grins, holding up his bottle. You meet his with your own, both taking a swig with a smile.

As you settle your drinks back on the table, Poe leans over with a lowered voice. Your pulse thrums in your veins. “You know, I actually had a great time last night, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

You sigh with chagrin, momentarily closing your eyes to rub at the spot between your brows. 

“Well, I’m glad you had so much fun at my expense.” 

Poe leans away, shutting his eyes in his own embarrassment. 

“That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.”

You chuckle lightly, a sound that gets Poe to open one eye before breaking into a smile, laughing with you. He leans in again, still smiling but a serious tone overtakes him.

“I really understand if you don’t want to talk about it but… What was your mother talking about… with Ben?”

You feel like a bucket of water has been dumped on you, ruining the easy-going mood you’d let slowly wash over you for the past few hours, but when you look at him, you can’t help but want to tell him everything.

“I just… I’ve only heard bits and pieces about what happened after you graduated. You really… disappeared.”

“Not disappeared,” you say quietly, with grit in your voice. “They just started paying attention to me somewhere else.”

“I paid attention to you,” Poe murmurs. When you catch his eye, he corrects himself. “I mean, we all did.”

You smile sadly, “Yeah, this is different.”

Poe gently knocks your shoulder with his, making you let out a snicker. Glancing over, Poe levels you with a genuine look, with soft eyes and a smile. “I get the feeling you don’t talk about your life often. So, tell me about it.”

He’s right. You never talk about your life, you certainly never regale your story to whoever asks. Doing that requires you to be vulnerable, it requires self-reflection and introspection. It requires you to think about things that you’ve long locked away inside. But… 

“Well, I’m not sure how well you remember, or if you ever noticed but… no one ever really talked to me. Then one day, Ben did. No one ever really talked to him either, so we made a fast pair. He was odd... but he was a real friend to me. I wouldn’t have traded that for anything.”

Poe nods understandably, encouraging you to keep going. 

“We decided to stick together. We got into Imperial University together and got out as quickly as we could. Neither of us… We couldn’t stay here, not with what we planned on doing with our lives. This town… it just wasn’t for us.”

“Yeah, I hear that a lot. I get that, too.” Poe takes a drink.

“You do?”

He laughs softly. “Yeah, but that’s a story for another time. Keep going.”

“We learned at school that we worked really well together. Our mentor Snoke realized that, too. He led us, taught us, molded us. He helped us build our company, First Order Tech. He was our first investor, he still sits on the board of directors. Kylo… Ben may be the CEO, but Snoke is still in charge of both of us to this day. It’s our company, we created it from the ground up but… We still bow to him.”

You shake your head. Time for the hard part. Might as well get it out quick and easy.

“Somewhere along the way… I don’t know if it was love. It wasn’t love how it should be - I can tell you that. But, Ben and I… were together. And then he proposed. I don’t think it was because he wanted to. I think he just thought… he was supposed to. Just the natural progression of our lives, I guess.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until the teardrops reach your chin, where they hang heavily before dropping onto your lap. You quickly wipe them away, as Poe once again places a hand on your back, but this time it stays there, his thumb rubbing comfortably back and forth.

“You don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to. It’s okay.”

“I just,” You sniffle, wiping your nose. Way to break down just as he was warming up to you, kiddo. “I’ve never talked about this before, not really. I don’t even think I’ve ever cried over this before.”

“Anyway, I somehow became lucid enough to call it off a few months before the wedding.” 

You sniff wetly and press the backs of your hands to your eyes, your makeup no doubt ruined by now. Poe’s thumb keeps its motion.

“I just wanted it so bad,” Your voice cracks. The lump that had been caught in your throat breaks free in the form of a sob. “I let myself be blind because I…”

Your hands are shaking and tears run freely down your face.

“I wanted to be loved. And I thought that’s how I would get it. But I woke up.” 

You drop your hands onto the table, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You clench your fists and your voice no longer trembles.

“And I’m glad I did. We’re both better people for it.”

Only now do you chance a look at Poe. You had kept your gaze down, too scared to find what his expression might be, too scared to read his thoughts on his face. But his hand had stayed planted, comforting you. That had to mean something, right?

Looking up, you see only his warm gaze that had assured you deeply enough to get you talking in the first place. It carries a sadness, a kind of worry in the crease between his slightly upturned brows. But you find no disgust. No pity. 

“I wish I knew what to say.”

You chuckle wetly, “You don’t have to say anything. I understand that it’s a lot.”

His hand makes a broad stroke across your back as he leans in once again. 

“There’s actually a lot of things I want to say, but I’m sure you’d hate all of them considering they all sound like condescending things your mom has probably said to you over the years.”

A genuine laugh bubbles out of you at this, a bright smile pulling up your wet mascara stained cheeks. Seeing this, Poe can’t help a smile of his own.

“Things like ‘you’re so brave’ and ‘you poor thing’?” You giggle.

He chuckles, “Yeah something like that, the usuals.”

“Well thank you for sparing me.”

“No problem.” He pauses for a moment. “But really, thank you for telling me.”

He sounds like he means it.

“Thank you for listening, Poe.”

And so do you.

You sit like that just for a moment, gazing at each other. You take in the small details, admiring the creases around his eyes, the shape of his jaw, the curls in his hair. He seems to be taking you in as well, his eyes flickering across your features. You see them linger on the stains of your cheeks, turning your head away subconsciously. 

“Ready to go?” He asks softly. 

You smile and nod, wiping at your nose with your sleeve. “Yeah, I think I’m ready.”

You wobble just a bit as you get up from your seat, but Poe’s hand is still there to steady you. It stays there as you walk to the door. Stepping out into the cold, you instinctively huddle against him, a move he readily accepts as you walk.

“I’m not always a sad drunk, I promise.”

You feel the rumble of his chest as he laughs gently at your small joke.

“Don’t worry. I believe you.”

The ride is comfortably silent, except for the low hum of the radio as you drive. Pulling up to your house, you want to say something, do something, to thank him for what he did tonight. For driving you home, for listening to you and comforting you as you practically sobbed in his arms, for coming to the bar at all, supposedly just because you were there. 

But you don’t do anything.

“I’ll see you around,” is all you say. 

You hear him swallow as he nods. “Yeah, I’ll… I’ll see you.”

When you finally slink upstairs and collapse in your bed, you still feel the phantom touch of Poe’s hand across your back. 

-

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[slutsofren]

I’m begging you to please give us more Kylo & Mistress AU!! Whatever you want to show us, first time ever together (sex)? Or more details on the honeymoon?

I have been thinking a lot about Mistress and CEO Kylo’s first meeting and subsequent affair, I really do love them,,, so much,,, so fucking much,,,, the attitude,,, the power shifts,,,, the playful air that engulfs them,,, ugh swoon,,, Anywho, once I got started on this, I couldn’t stop. This monster is big for a blurb lol

You can read it on AO3 here 

** CEO Kylo & Mistress AU: the meet-cute, first date sex, Bazine calls when y’all are fuckin’ and you let her listen, kind of vanilla since this is the first date and all, more in-depth into CEO Kylo’s background. I hope you enjoy this shenanigan as much as I did, Anon!

First Time Meeting and Second Missed Calls

Your phone had buzzed for the second time that night, yet another missed call from the filth of a man you were to be meeting tonight. You gave absolutely no second chances for potential business associates, especially if they’re late to the very first meeting. You rose from your seat nearby the window, asking the server to redirect your bill to the bar as you planned on drinking a couple glasses of wine to soothe your irritation.

Tonight was one of those nights where you bothered to wear heels, something you once learned from a mentor in college about appearing powerful and showing you would never bow to a man in this industry. That you could easily poke an eye out with the length of the heel. It always worked.

It had taken you some time to grow accustomed to loving your body, each and every inch of it was yours and you’d be damned if you let some man make you feel like you were less than because of your gender and curves. You loved yourself and that was that. You’d claw out the eyes of the next man who would belittle your business practices based on your gender, you would always come out on top.

You caved in and ordered whatever sweet dessert wine they offered, something few knew about you was your sweet tooth and how you’d love to sneak a delectable treat in once in a while. You drummed your fingers against the countertop, your other hand began fingering your wine glass. You took these few quiet moments to watch people, trying to silently guess why people were in Momofuku Ko on this particular evening during this very hour. A small game you enjoyed playing to pass the time.

Next to you, a woman stumbled to the bar nearly dropping her martini all over your silver dress but breaking the drink in her hand. A quick glance at her and you knew she was plastered, her loud and obnoxious voice scratching your ears. She looked relatively hopeless as she looked at the shards of glass and dripping liquid from the counter, the mess she made matching the mess her presence had.

You rolled your eyes as you checked your dress and purse quickly, making sure this miserable woman didn’t ruin your items.

“Hey! Can I get another mart-,” she tried to yell at the man behind the counter before a man cut her off, placing his hand on her shoulders from behind her. He shot you an apologetic look and faced the bartender.

“My apologies, sir, would you mind calling a cab for this woman, she seems to be out of her mind,” he stressed the last few words in her ear. The bartender raised a brow and nodded, motioning for some help from a nearby server.

“Hey you,” she threw her comments at you, “why are you dressed like a slut in front of my-” the man pulled her away from you. 

She protested, throwing her hands which way and that trying to stop herself from being promptly escorted from the premises by some security. Once she was gone, the mystery man looked at you once more, fixing his tie and suit.

A small smile left your lips as you raised your glass to him, “Wild night?”

He let out a huff, “It would seem to be.” He took long strides and sat on the opposite side of you, avoiding the broken glass and dropped alcohol.

“Your wife,” you pressed on. Curiosity nipping at your heels.

The man let out a grimace, “That obvious?”

This time you let that smile you’d be holding in appear across your plush lips. “My apologies, Mister-?”

“Ren, Kylo Ren. May I buy you another glass of wine for the inconvenience of having to see that woman’s unpleasant side, Miss?”

You paused a moment pretending to think, even taking the extra long couple seconds to suck in your bottom lip and bite it oh, so gently. “You may.” You reached your hand to his, introducing yourself to him. That meeting that brought you here was far away from your mind now that your phone hadn’t rang for what seemed like hours, maybe that fool got a clear picture that you did not offer second chances.

Before long, you two had moved to a quiet section of the restaurant. You both talked and drank the wine you prefered. Kylo said it was a new adventure since he mostly kept to whiskey but you could tell he was charmed by you and you with him.

Slowly yet surely, you found yourselves inching closer and closer to each other over the course of your conversation, his warm arm pressed around your shoulders as you both talked from everything from business pet peeves, to stock prices, and fashion. 

You looked into his eyes and for the briefest moment, you felt guilty. This was a married man, you clearly saw his wife earlier. Kylo held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, looking straight into your eyes and you felt as if he was looking into your soul as well.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he whispered your name.

“You’re married.”

“I am.”

“Then why-”

He leaned back in his seat and tore his eyes from you. He looked at the plate of food in front of him, to your hand that was still on his knee, then to the wall ahead of him. “We didn’t marry for love, if that’s what you’re wondering. I am a terrible man, I’ve burned people, I’ve caused deaths of some, I’m fire and brimstone to others. One thing I am not, is a liar.”

He took a pause, letting you absorb his words. “Bazine is my wife but it’s more of a title than an actual relationship. She owned a wonderful portion of a business I wanted to acquire and merge with my own and the condition for me to take full ownership was to be married to that dreadful woman for five years. Afterwards, I could divorce her and leave it all behind and do whatever I wanted with that company. At the time,” he finally admits, “it didn’t seem like I was sacrificing much, instead I would be gaining that much of a stronger footing over those who kept me down for so many years.”

“Delayed gratification,” you prompted.

He let out a chuckle, “Yeah, something like that. That was almost three years ago. Three years of dealing with Bazine- her drunkenness and mishandling of the company. It’s been a long three years and will be an even longer two more.”

Kylo looked at you once more and grabbed your hand, raising it to his lips giving your cold fingers a warm kiss, “Come, let me take you to your hotel.” You conceded and followed him. After all he expressed about the complications of his arranged marriage, you felt for this man. In all his struggles he just looked worn and tired and you could tell he hid it well.

You both shuffled into the cab after Kylo insisted to settle your bill with his, his warm wool coat was draped over your shoulders, covering the sparkling silver satin your dress shone like tiny starlights.

The fifteen minute or so taxi drive from Momofuku to where you stayed at the WestHouse Hotel was cozy. Kylo didn’t press on your thoughts and you admired the comfortable silence that came with being in his presence. You let yourself lean on his body, trying to absorb some of his warmth that he radiated since you met him.

Upon your arrival to the hotel, Kylo once again insisted on paying for the taxi as he did at the restaurant, “Spending this evening with you was the first time in years where I wasn’t expected to be a certain person or act in a particular manner. Being with you tonight was truly a breath of fresh air.”

Kylo fiddled with a small piece of your hair, lacing it around his fingers before letting it go. The artificial lights from the hotel illuminated his face, much more than the intimate lighting at the restaurant did. Now you took notice of each and every freckle that littered his sharp features and his eyes, how they bore into yours. Anticipating.

“Bazine,” you left your unspoken question lingering in the air between you both.

“She has had her fair share of affairs during our,” he struggles to find the right word, “situation.” You were surprised at his confession, afterall you were fairly certain she attempted to call you a slut for making eye contact with Kylo just before the two of you properly met.

“As I said before, I am many things but a liar I am not.”

Kylo cupped your face and his eye contact never faltered from your gaze. “I will never force you to do anything,” he licked his lips, “uncouth.”

Fuck it.

You grabbed his hand and led him inside WestHouse, interlacing your fingers with his. Behind you, you could hear Kylo give a low chuckle, admiring you from behind as his coat engulfed you. It didn’t matter if you were tall or short, larger or smaller in size, this man made everybody look small in comparison, not to mention how obscenely wide his chest was. He was too damn sexy for his own good and you were daring to drink from that chalice of forbidden wine at any moment now.

In the elevator, you admired how your interlocked fingers appeared together so naturally, how his large hand encompassed yours. Your white glitter painted fingernails seemed to radiate what you were feeling within you, a rush of passion and fervor. If this were to be a one night stand, so be it. It would be a night you wouldn’t forget for a lifetime.

Once the two of you walked past the threshold to your hotel room, Kylo pinned you, throwing your purse to the side. Your back against the plain door shutting it in its place, locking you two away from the outside world. His large hands cupped your face as he did moments before down below at the entrance but this time, this time he kissed you as deeply as he could. You granted his tongue access as your kisses grew heated. Wanting nothing between you if you possibly could.

Kylo dropped his hands from your face to his coat, slipping it from your shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. You took this moment to reach for his belt, slipping it from the loops of his pants, your mouth practically watering at the sound of the leather and metal falling to the floor.

He took your hand in his and led you deeper into the room, watching you like prey as you sauntered and gracefully stepped out of your d’orsay heels without having to touch them. Kylo moved your hair to the side as he began to pull on the zipper that kept you in the confines of the tight dress you wore for the evening, the sounds of the zipper being forced open on your back filled the room and you began to unbutton his shirt, the jacket he wore was thrown about somewhere else. Wherever it landed didn’t matter, only that you both got what you came for.

Each button stripped away revealing the broad chest you envisioned he had, your fingers expertly undid them as if you had been doing this dance with him since the beginning of time.

You both did not make a further move to kiss, only to gaze into each others’ eyes, as if you were engraving this moment in your minds forever. With his shirt unbuttoned and your dress just daring to fall, he raised an eyebrow at you and you let out a laugh before practically jumping into his arms. He kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you more, trailing each one further down as he stripped the gown from your body. 

Kylo was completely enthralled by you, enchanted by your confidence and ability to not shy away from the reality of who he was, a man who dominated every aspect of his life. He showed it, he showed you and promised himself to show you just how wild you make his heart beat if you’d allow him the pleasure, just as he bound himself to give you an insurmountable level of new highs tonight.

Reaching the top of the panties you donned for the evening, Kylo paused and looked up at you, “Is this okay?”

You placed one of your hands in his hair, feeling the strands tangle around your fingers as if trapping you and never letting go. “Yes, Kylo.” He leaned forward, laying his forehead at your stomach as if silently praying, thanking whatever it was out there that led you to him. Fate intervening.

A part of him wanted to hurry and bury himself deep in you but his skin screamed to stop and take it slow, to let these moments last and treasure your body- admiring each and every curve and dip. He inched your panties lower and lower until they fell and he took this moment to kiss that beautiful spot where your thighs met your sweet spot. After a few moments of soft languid kisses Kylo lifted your leg to straddle his shoulders as he began to kiss, bite, and suck at you.

You tried to keep your composure for just a little while longer, you really did try but once he began his magic, you fervently began to release breathy moans which only encouraged him on. His large hands grasped your ass, your thighs, anywhere those long fingers could grab. His tongue worked between your folds and it threw you overboard into cascading waves of pleasure. 

Two orgasms later, Kylo released you from his hold, letting you stand on your own. As he rose, he kissed his way back up to your lips and you tasted yourself on his tongue. You began to strip his clothes off him, as he did for you. Down to his boxers you led him to the bed and laid yourself down gently, a modest queen size bed for a queen afterall.

You hesitated for just a moment and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this, Kylo?”

Hearing his name drip like golden ichor from your plush lips was a true taste of ambrosia that made his mind spin. Not once has anybody spoken his name as you have, it was always spoken laced in fear, anxiety, or greed but you, you spoke his name with adoration. You looked at him from the bed, turned to face him, anxiously waiting for his reply.

Kylo kneeled on the bed, hovering over you, encasing your body under his as he laid another chaste kiss to your lips, “More than anything.”

You raised your knees and opened yourself up to him. Mind, body, soul. Everything. Your fingers brushed past the elastic in his waistband and pulled the cloth down to reveal his large cock at your core. Grasping his hardened length he let out a breathy gasp and you could see between you both how red his cock was, desperately begging for attention.

“Fuck me,” you whined as you stroked him, “Please Kylo, I want you.”

“I want you too,” he said as he began to thrust into your hand, enjoying how your fingers felt around him. You lifted your feet to rest on his hips as you led his length to your core. He began to kiss all around your face as you let him sink into you, splitting you wide open.

He let out a quiet, “Oh fuck,” as he reached his hilt, burying himself so far into you. His large fingers came up and got tangled in your hair as he began slow ministrations of pulling almost all the way out before thrusting deep into you and beginning that cycle of pure toture and pleasure in one.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against your neck, eyeing your expressions how your face controrts with each thrust he makes.

“Don’t stop, Kylo, please, don’t stop,” you cried. Your heart opened at his words but you forced those feelings away, unsure of what his intentions are.

Kylo sat up and kneeled once again, taking this moment to watch as his cock disappeared in your pussy. Watching how when he pulls back, his cock is glistening with physical evidence of your arousal. He became mesmerised at how your tits bounced and your face lit up with the same waves of absolute pleasure he felt. He didn’t want any of this to stop.

From the foot of the bed, a phone began to ring and Kylo let out a groan. He ignored it and continued his slow thrusts, fucking you nice and deeply. His phone stopped ringing for the briefest moment then rang again. “Fuck,” he growled. He wasn’t going to stop, no way was he going to stop one of the nicest nights of his life. The phone stopped and resumed ringing one more time, whatever it was seemed to be urgent.

He eyed you and you nodded your head, letting him leave you to get it. “Are you fucking kidding me,” he groaned.

“What is it, Kylo?”

“Bazine.”

Without giving it a second thought, you demanded, “Answer it.”

He turned and cocked his face into a smirk and placed the phone against his ear, “What do you want, Bazine.” He stepped forward back to the bed, you could now begin to hear her slurred whines and cries on the line, screaming at him.”

You reached for his phone and put it on speaker, tossing it to the side of you as you guided Kylo back to where you were before she interrupted.

“Where are you Kylo, how could you embarrass me like that,” Bazine cried.

“You embarrassed yourself, as for where I am, well,” he kissed you. “I’m currently inside one of the most beautiful women I have ever met in my life, fucking her nice pussy,” he groaned as you tightened around him at his compliment, “and wanting you to fuck off so we can keep going.”

Bazine let out a harsh gasp, appalled at what he was saying, “You- you’re lying.”

“Say hello,” he motioned to you.

After a moment, you cleared your voice, “I would greatly appreciate it if you’d leave Kylo alone for the night, he is a bit busy fucking me.”

“Stop fucking lying,” she yelled.

Kylo brushed his hair back as she penetrated you, “Fine, if you don’t want to believe it then listen to us fuck and deal with it. Leave me alone, Bazine.”

He began to fuck you once more, letting loose all the lewd noises your pussy could make from how sweetly he rocked into you, deeply caressing each part of you.

You arched your back and he bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked bruises on the skin there. Wanting to leave a small part of him on you just as you left scratches on his back. Wonderful scars for a wonderful woman, he thought.

“Oh, Kylo, just like that, don’t stop,” you cried, Bazine already leaving your mind. Kylo reached over to hang up the phone and he threw it against the wall, not giving a shit if it broke. Right now all that mattered was you.

You reached up for him and placed a gentle hand at the base of his skull, pulling him to the side so you could be on top, not once disconnecting your bodies. Kylo gripped your ass as you began to bounce on his large cock, throwing your head back. “Fuck- Kylo!”

He tried, just as you did, to keep his composure but you felt far too good around him and he began to let out just as many moans.

He moaned your name and gripped your ass so hard you hoped there would be bruises there to keep as a temporary memory of this affair. Your neck was exposed to him and he reached a hand up to caress the skin there, sending shivers upon shivers down your spine. “You’re doing such a good job, bouncing like that on my cock,” he praised, “You look so beautiful.”

“Come here, little one,” he reached around you to hold you close to him as he laid you down on the bed. Not once letting you take a moment to think about that little nickname.

Kylo hoovered over you as you began to cry, he had you feeling so good that you couldn’t stop the hot tears that welled in your eyes, “Please, Kylo, go faster, I’m so close!” He took that command and did as you told him, pumping his cock so fast and so hard into you, it was earth shattering. Kylo reached his long slender fingers and began to violate your clit, aiding your desire.

Your back arched as you came around his cock, feeling overstimulated and well-fucked but he still kept going, chasing his own orgasm. Finally, he let out a deep guttural moan as he came inside of you as a sigh left your lips. Your pussy fluttered aftershocks around him, milking him. Kylo kissed you deeply once again, wanting to etch this memory deep into his mind, trying to remember the taste of wine on your lips. When he pulled away he brushed a piece of your hair away from your eyes and your gaze met his. You lifted one of your hands to brush his clean shaven face with the back of your hand. “I don’t want you to leave,” you admitted.

Kylo pulled out, and stepped off the bed. For a moment your heart broke into tiny pieces believing he was going to leave until he pulled the white duvet covers down and motioned you to slip underneath them. He returned to you, covering both your bodies while he reached his fingers down between your folds, pushing the evidence of both your orgasms back inside of you. He kissed your forehead and entwined your limbs together under the warm sheets, “Neither do I.”

[babbushka]

Zannah’s Kylo Ren x Reader Masterlist

Chaptered Fics

All My Stars - A Medieval!Kylo Ren AU*** [Complete]

Beating of My Heart*** [Complete]

Beautiful Beloved*** - A Titanic AU [Complete]

Each Eye - A Mob Boss!Kylo Ren AU*** [Complete]

Last Straw - A Modern!Kylo Ren Choose Your Own Adventure Story*** [Complete] 

The Shape of You - SL!Kylo Ren; A Shape of Water AU [WIP]

Biting Dust [WIP]

Beyond Reasonable Doubt - Lawyer!Kylo Ren AU [WIP]

Spellbound - Kylo Ren x OC; Hogwarts Professor AU [WIP] 

Oneshots, Headcanons & Imagines under the cut! 

Because I hit the link limit for this masterlist, I’ve split up my fic into various sections. These sections are organized by AU.  

“Canon”/Supreme Leader!Kylo Ren Masterlist 

Modern Kylo Ren AUs Masterlist (Mob!Kylo, Biker!Kylo, Lawyer!Kylo, & Solo-Triplet!Kylo)

Historical Kylo Ren AUs Masterlist (Medieval!Kylo, Titanic!Kylo, Ancient Emperor!Kylo, Bond Villain!Kylo, Archeologist!Kylo, Vampire Solo Triplets AU)

Miscellaneous Writing:

Oneshots that don’t have their own AU section:

Fathoms Below ; Pirate King!Kylo Ren x Mermaid!Reader NSFW

Next Time ; Outlaw!Kylo Ren AU x reader (spoilers for Biting Dust ch3!) NSFW

Highway to Hell - COLLAB! with @safarigirlsp NSFW

Kylo The Malevolent – COLLAB! with @safarigirlsp! NSFW

A New Prometheus - Part 1/2 ; Kylo Ren x Reader

Other writing:

Magician!Kylo Ren AU blurb

Vampire!Kylo Ren AU blurb

Devil!Kylo Ren AU blurb

Hades & Persephone AU blurb

VictorianGardener!Kylo Ren AU blurb

Modern Lawyer!Kylo Ren finger fucking you in his office

Millionare!Kylo AU - Giving him a blowjob while wearing expensive jewelry

General VictorianGardener!Kylo AU HCs

Victorian Gardner!Kylo confessing his love for Maid!Reader

Victorian Magician!Kylo Ren putting on a show with you

Modern!Kylo as a professional chef AU HCs

Modern!Kylo as a CEO HCs

Solo Triplets - Kylo, Matt, and Ben getting into a dumb fight on Thanksgiving

[bexterbex]

A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 2

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

Originally posted on my Ao3 Crystallclover. If you missed Chapter 1, Click Here

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Chapter 2: An Arrival to be Remembered

UFO has been sited entering the Earth’s atmosphere

Unknown armed and masked being exit ship heading towards the White House, is the President in danger?

Aliens spotted in D.C.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm, and got out of bed. You have been in the habit lately to start your day without checking your phone first. Mostly to avoid early morning emails from your boss before you have even had coffee.

You head to the bathroom relieve yourself, wash your face, and brush your hair. Exiting the bathroom you head to the kitchen and make yourself some breakfast and coffee. You enjoy the sunrise through the large windows in your apartment. Finishing eating you immediately wash your few dishes and get ready for work. You pick out your work ‘uniform’ of a black blouse and black trousers. You head to the bathroom to brush your teeth, put on a little makeup and get changed.

Heading back to the kitchen you prepare a to-go cup of coffee and pull out your lunch for work. Finally, you check your phone.

First, you see an email from your boss reminding you for the 10th time about the morning meeting that you have every Thursday. It isn’t like you to forget something you do every single week for the past year. Never once have you been late, in fact, he was always the one to forget. You wonder if these emails were meant more for him and less for you. But he was always the micromanager.

Next, you check your texts. Your usual morning photo from one of your siblings about one of your nieces/nephews. Another one from Hayden asking if you were still on for tomorrow night’s weekly bar trip. You answered ‘Yes 😀 .’ Another from Carter asking what you think of the news headlines this morning. Odd, although this isn’t the first time you two had discussed something like this it was odd to receive a text like this from them first thing in the morning.

You open Twitter to see #alieninvasiondc trending. You scroll through the news tag. Every major news site around the world is talking about the shuttlecraft that landed on the White House lawn last night, and the armed and armored soldiers that departed from the craft. All of the soldiers wore white armor, except one in silver. There was one who was in all black and a red-haired human-looking man among the group. Not much is known other than they haven’t been seen leaving the White House.

You text Carter back ‘Just looked now, either this is a hoax or the world as we know it is coming to an end. I’ll see you at work.’

You packed your work bag, grabbed your car keys and set off to work. You park in the ramp attached to your building and walk to the elevator. You wave at the security attendant to the opposing skywalk like you do every morning. You arrive at your floor and buzz-in. You say hi to Nancy in reception and head to your desk.

Strangely all of the televisions in the office were muted and tuned into CBC News, normally the one in the break room and the ones in reception were on, the others only really got used during Hockey Games or events like the Olympics. Your boss was in the walkway with his attention turned to his phone.

You set down your things at your desk and boot up your work computer while setting up your laptop on its stand. You did your usual check through work emails until the 9:00 AM weekly meeting. Your boss hasn’t moved from his position in the walkway.

8:55 AM hits and you grab what you need and head to the conference room. The tv was on in here as well. The others in the Marketing department filled in after you. Your boss, Scott, had yet to move from his place in the walkway. 9:00 AM hits and you continue small talk with your co-workers, most of the conversation is directed at the events in D.C.

9:05 AM your co-worker Ally sends a Slack message to your boss. He looks up from his phone to the clock on the wall and runs into his office. After a few minutes, he rushes out and into the conference room.

“Sorry, I am late everyone the Wife is just paranoid over this Alien Invasion thing. I can’t get her to stop texting me,” he chuckles.

Ironically this isn’t the first time he has been ‘late’ to a meeting after being on the phone with his wife an hour after work already started.

Suddenly you all get an Emergency Alert System notification on all of your phones.

‘International Emergency: Please tune in to your local news broadcasting station to receive an Emergency Report.’

Scott asks, “where is the damn remote?”

Ally hands it to him, he unmutes the tv.

The headline reads: ‘President of the United States has an Important International Government Update’

Live from Washington D.C.

On the screen, it shows the President of the United States, with the silver soldier, one in all black and the red-haired man from the video of the invasion last night.

“I have an important announcement. Earth has been contacted by people from space who call themselves the First Order. The First Order has informed me that they would like to peacefully work with Earth. As long as we fully cooperate as an entire planet no harm will come to any of us. Currently, our galaxy is at war, and the First Order seeks our help, in return of offering Earth protection from a group of people called the New Republic.

They have explained to me and the U.N. as a whole that the New Republic is not to be trusted along with their mercenary army called the Resistance. It is through my decision and the decision of the U.N. that we will cooperate and join forces with the First Order to be under their protection.

All citizens of Earth in the next 7 days must register with the First Order. You will be given a citizen number, some citizens may be reassigned to work directly with the First Order. All military personal will be reassigned to be under the First Order. You should not worry as most citizens will be unaffected, life will go on as normal. As long as citizens follow these orders and any orders to come, we shall be safe,” said the President. The President moved out of the way for the man in all black and with a black mask to move to the podium.

“I am the Supreme Leader of the First Order. I promise no harm will come to those who cooperate with us. We seek to peacefully transition your planet, as you know it Earth, to a primary First Order Planet. We value honesty and loyalty, along with hard work. We strive to rebuild the Empire and to maintain order in the galaxy. That is all,” The man's voice was distorted through the mask he was wear, it sounded mechanical or digital but it had a deep sound.

The broadcast cut back to the news anchor. “Currently all citizens of earth are to report to their a local city government building or town hall within the next 7 days for First Order registration and possible reassignment. All citizens must remain calm and do as the government has directed. Any questions or concerns will be answered by local government officials and First Order personnel. All foreign citizens to Canada will follow the same protocol as citizens. All citizens are asked to bring various forms of identification, such as a Passport, driver's license, birth certificate, social insurance number card, any immunization forms, military I.D. and more. You can find a full list of required documents at the CBC website or at canada.ca. As a reminder, all citizens are urged to stay calm and to follow all orders regarding and following First Order registration. Citizens are also advised to stay tuned to local news sources for any updates.”

The conference room sat stunned at the announcement.

“Well were f*****,” said Scott. “We are all surely f*****. Who are these people to think they can just take over like that? Do they think we are just going to sit by and let them brainwash us? Let them take everything from us?”

“I don’t think we have a choice, you heard the U.S. President, the U.N. is in agreement. This is for our own safety. If you are going to go against them and get yourself killed keep us out of it,” said Daniel one of your marketing co-workers.

“I’ll talk to Henry, and see if we can all take the week off, who knows this may be the last time we even get to see our families,” and with that statement, Scott left the conference room.

You sat there not really moving, processing what you just witnessed on the tv and the confrontation between Scott and Daniel. So did the rest of your co-workers. You could tell they were all in shock, the world as you knew it was about to change, the future had shifted.

All of your phones went off again. This time it was an email from Jonathan the CEO.

‘All employees will take today, tomorrow and next week off, in order to give proper attention to the government mandate. Please be safe and I hope to see you all come -Henry G. Wells’

Everyone in the conference room got up and went to their desks. The office was silent, except for the sounds of items being put away and people gathering their things. You were almost done getting ready to go when Carter appeared next to you.

They didn’t speak, for fear of being the first one to break the ominous silence. Carter just looked at you expectantly. You finished packing up and walked with them out of the office. The elevator was packed but silent. Everyone got off and walked to their cars. Carter followed you to yours.

Keeping their voice down, almost to a whisper, they asked, “I know I texted you this morning about all this but what do you think now? Do you want to go back to your place or mine?”

You thought about it for a moment before responding, “let’s go back to mine. We can discuss it from there.”

Carter accepted your response and went to their car to leave. You followed suit. Today was not what you expected.

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