#Kyla Silk

[huntingtonnow]

Summer in the Streets Returns With Culinary Contest, Music and Art

  Summer in the Streets returns to Huntington on Sunday, bringing a culinary contest, bands, dancing, an art market and more. Set on Wall Street, the fair runs from 2- 7 p.m. The Last Word and Christopher’s Courtyard Cafe will host five alternating band shows, starting at 2:15 p.m.,  featuring Johnny Kingdom, Ape Theory, Dock Holiday, Kyla Silk and  Fat Nicky & the Snacks. Multiple restaurants…

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Date Night

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Black!Nurse Reader

Warnings: mdni, mentions of sex, jokes about age.

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Being at the Avengers Compound on your day off used to be weird. Avengers are cool and all, and you’re very appreciative for the chance to be considered ‘part of the team’ even if you only worked in the Medbay. No one wants to hang around their place of work when they don’t need to be. Then you started seeing a certain blue-eyed brunette super soldier.

So here you are walking through the main hallways to the the gym and passing a good amount of agents and techs enjoying their breaks. Then you hear your name being called. You look up from your phone and see Aaliyah, a friend of yours that works in the special equipment department (aka Avengers Weapons Only). You walk up to the cafe where her and some other work mates like to frequent.

“Hey Liyah, I didn’t know you were working today.”

She brings you in for a side hug. “I know, I’m not supposed to be, but Mr. Wilson just had to call me on my day off about fixing redwing.” Her cool demeanor shudders as the Falcon’s name coasts out of her lips.

You smirk. “I think he would prefer if you just called him Sam or your boyfriend. Your pick.”

She covers her face and shakes her head. “How about we talk about why you’re here on your day off? The Medbay is about 6 floors up and on the other side of campus.”

“Hey, I’m completely fine with saying I’m here for my man.” 

The light cockiness in your voice paints a mischievous grin on her lips. “Oh speaking of your boyfriend, does Barnes know how to use a pc- no a toaster- nope a smartphone?”

“Oh fuck off, is that what yall actually think?” You scoff as a people 10ft away from you shake their heads. “No fucking way, you can’t be serious!”

“Girl half of these people have never even seen him in person and they work in the same building he lives in.” Kyla, another nurse, says from the end of the table.

You roll your eyes and look at Aaliyah. “For real?” She nods her head.

“You know he wasn’t frozen for 70 years straight right? He couldn’t be a spy if he didn’t know how to blend in.” 

“How does he work a phone with the metal arm though?” She asks as someone comes up behind her.

“He has a flip phone, gotta remember he’s an old man.” Sam chuckles as she jolts out of her skin.

“You asshole! I told you to wait downstairs.” He shrugs and throws an arm around her. 

“You said you’d be back by 2:30, now I’m a punctual man baby. I waited a whole 5 minutes before tracking you down.” She buries her face in his chest to hide how he flustered her with the pet name. So cute.

“You should be going too, the old man has not stopped talking about you since we got here. I swear I’m gonna ask for a new mission partner.” You smile then hug them goodbye.

The walk from the break center/ cafeteria to the weapons testing arena and gym is a 5 minute straight shot. It also where you’d more times than not find your boyfriend. In the miniscule chance that he isn’t, you could probably find him in a conference room, with Captain Rogers outside lapping civilians or his suite. The kitchen exactly because those soldiers can eat. 

But the second those sliding doors open to his personal gun range, you see him just like you knew you would. He sat on a stool at a table with his muscular back adorned in a form fitting black henley and black jeans that emphasized his ridiculously thick thighs. His neck length brown hair is tied up in an adorable blue silk scrunchie as he dissembles his favorite rifle to clean it. You lean against the door frame just admiring the man’s beauty for a while more. He most definitely knows your behind him thanks to his enhances senses and experience as a spy, but that would not stop you from-

“Enjoying the view pretty girl?” Exactly, he gets it.

You smile and walk up to him, “absolutely.” You hum hugging his back and tracing your short almond acrylics across his abdomen.

A strong warm hand covers yours as he chuckles, a deep almost gravely laugh that electrifies every cell in your body. “I’ll be done in a couple minutes, then we can go.” 

You watch from over his shoulder the way his hands work in tandem to polish each nook and cranny of the gun. His vibraninum fingers curling around the body of it cause a shiver down your spine as you think about the nights you spend withering in his bed thanks to them. You shake those thoughts away and lay your head on his shoulder.

He brings one of your hands up and places his soft lips to your knuckles. “Fuck you smell so good. I knew you were coming before you hit the door.” He groans extending the kiss to your wrist before placing your hand back on his stomach.

“It’s your favorite, and you haven’t even seen the whole outfit yet.” 

He lets out another one of those heavenly chuckles. “Aw baby, did you get all dressed up for me?” The gun clicks shut and you feel yourself spinning around to face him.

“You like?” He takes your hand and you beam as he spins your once more. 

Since you were just going to a drive in movie, you paired a simple black top with your his favorite pair of dark gray baggy jeans that hug your waist and accentuate your ass just the way he likes. You couldn’t go wrong with some gold jewelry that shines beautifully on your brown skin. The whole look complimented itself.

Your 4c hair on the other hand didn’t want to cooperate this morning, the week old braid out was at its wits end and desperately needs all the mousse and gel washed out of it. So you did what you had to, found a giant hair tie, slicked your edges back and finger coiled a few strands in the front to give the look back some of it’s life. 

He nods biting his lip and looking you up and down. “You look just how you smell: decadent, like one of those death by chocolate cakes you love. And like you want to spend the rest of this weekend in my bed naked.” He smirks.

You hook your arms around his neck, step into the spot between his strong legs. “Well Mr. Barnes, we can’t have that. You promised me dinner and movie and the look’s not complete yet.” 

He raises a brow and dips his face to yours. “Oh yea,” he says huskily. “What could possibly be missing? You already have the body glitter.” The takes an imaginary bite out of your glazed arm. You nod at the leather jacket hanging on the hook by the door and he grins instantly.

“Go walkin’ around in that and everyone will know you’re mine.” He growls, his crystal blues deepening in hue flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want.” You whisper against his lips tilting your head to connect them to yours.

His soft lips melted into yours perfectly, your hands pull on the hair tie locking away his silky locks and gently pull at them. He groans languidly licking into your mouth and swiftly lifting you into his lap, his hands holding firmly on your ass. Just like that it feels like the first time. Your heart beating heavily against your chest while you learn each other mouths. Tugging at his roots a bit more you nip his bottom lip and smile.

“You love playing with fire love.” 

You cheekily chuckle pulling back, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

He squeezes your cheeks then playfully smacks one inciting a gasp from you. “A dangerous, dangerous game that could cost you your night.”

“Aw but my favorite movie is playing.” Your fake pout morphs itself into a smirk. “Or maybe I wanted to makeout with my hot Brooklyn boyfriend in public without anyone knowing.” He bites his lip as you look at him with siren eyes.

“And people wonder why I can’t stop talking about you, my girl is a damn minx. Fuck it, lets go.” He sighs as you jump off his lap and grab his leather jacket.

While he’s securely putting away his rifle, you look over at him and smirk putting on the jacket. “Thanks daddy.”

His eyes go wide as you walk out the door giggling.

Gotta love date night.

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AN: I was missing the character that brought me back to my passion, so this was really for me but yall can enjoy it too xox

as always likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated

[punkymacc]

✨COMPLETED✨

soft like silk chiffon

Rated E / 19.7k

Pairing: Reylo (f/f)

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Summary

"Hi, I'm-"

"Stop." The girl (Kyla, Rey reminds herself) holds up her hand.

Rey's mouth clicks shut.

"Busy," Kyla says flatly.

Not a good sign.

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🔗Ao3: chapter 3 OR from the beginning

[laresearchette]

Saturday, December 24, 2022 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME THE INVITATION

CRAVE TV THE GREAT CHRISTMAS SWITCH

NFL FOOTBALL (TSN/TSN3/TSN4) 1:00pm: Lions vs. Panthers (TSN/TSN3/TSN4) 4:00pm: Commanders vs. 49ers (TSN/TSN4) 8:15pm: Raiders vs. Steelers

MY FAVORITE CHRISTMAS TREE (City TV) 7:00pm: Kyla visits a small town attempting to find her ancestry and meets a Christmas tree farm owner.

PLAYS OF THE YEAR COUNTDOWN (SN) 8:00pm

WHITE CHRISTMAS (CBC) 8:00pm: Former Army buddies (Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye) put on a show with a sister act to save their general's hotel in Vermont.

RECORD BREAKING CHRISTMAS (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm:  A woman falls for a local doctor as residents of a small town try to break multiple holiday world records just before Christmas.

A CHRISTMAS TO TREASURE (CTV Life) 8:00pm: Sparks fly between former best friends Austin and Everett as they reunite for a holiday treasure hunt

MISPLAYS OF THE YEAR COUNTDOWN (SN) 9:00pm

A CHRISTMAS TOGETHER WITH YOU (Global) 9:00pm: Planning on spending the holidays alone, Megan and her father figure, Frank, go on a road trip to find his first true love.

CHRISTMAS LUCKY CHARM (City TV) 9:00pm: Just as Jessica leans into her unlucky love life and swears off dating for the Christmas season, a handsome gallery owner moves in across the street.

THE OUTFIT (Crave) 9:00pm: An expert tailor must outwit a dangerous group of mobsters to survive a fateful night.

SILK ROAD (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: Ross Ulbricht creates Silk Road, the internet's first unregulated marketplace. When it becomes a multimillion dollar pipeline for illicit drugs, Ulbricht draws the attention of Rick Bowden, a DEA agent who uses any means necessary to take him down.

ERASER: REBORN (Crave) 10:50pm: The exploits of U.S. Marshal Mason Pollard, who specializes in engineering the fake deaths of witnesses who need to leave no trace of their existence.

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Indulge in the creamy delight of homemade ice cream with the flavors of Oreo cookies and chocolate silk pie. This decadent treat combines the crunch of Oreo cookies with the richness of chocolate silk pie filling for a delightful frozen dessert.

Ingredients: 2 cups heavy cream. 1 cup whole milk. 3/4 cup granulated sugar. 1 teaspoon vanilla extract. 1 cup crushed Oreo cookies. 1/2 cup chocolate pie filling.

Instructions: In a mixing bowl, combine heavy cream, whole milk, sugar, and vanilla extract. Whisk until sugar is dissolved. Churn the mixture in an ice cream maker according to the manufacturer's instructions. During the last few minutes of churning, add crushed Oreo cookies and chocolate pie filling, allowing them to incorporate into the ice cream. Transfer the churned ice cream into a freezer-safe container, cover, and freeze until firm, about 4-6 hours or overnight. Serve scoops of Oreo Chocolate Silk Pie Ice Cream and enjoy!

Kyla

[doriangraywinter]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Rixo Kyla Silk Mini Dress Retro Green Ditzy Floral New L.

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Kyra Silk and The Age at the Linda Block Party debut Aug 2022

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Kyla Coleman 

~ America (24) ~

by Jason Kentx

[imastrangeone98]

Take it Off

(A/N: mando, idk how you manage to keep me coming back to you but here I am, arms and legs wide open)

WARNING: fingering; public sex; dirty talk; mild voyeurism and exhibitionism. That is all

"I don't like it."

"It was just a bad compliment," Kyla said, trying to soothe her agitated lover. "A useless catcall. Nothing more."

"I don't care." Mando's voice dripped acid. "He was looking at you."

"And...?" she paused, still unable to completely understand his rage. "Most people look at each other while having a conversation."

"He was looking," he repeated, gripping her arm and pulling her around the back of the cantina, pushing her against the wall and leaning on her for good measure.

"Mando," she whispered, tugging on his arm. "If you're angry about something, just say it."

"I'm angry that he's looking at you," he enunciated slowly, like he did with the child, sometimes. "He was interested in you."

"The marshal? Cobb Vanth? There's no way that he-"

"He wanted you," he hissed. "He wanted this." Suddenly, his grip went from her arms to- her cheeks flushed- her clothed core, cupping it in his gloved palm. His thumb slipped just under her shirt, stroking her soft skin.

Her mouth felt dry.

"But he can't have it," Mando whispered, his voice now as soft as silk. "He'll never have it. After all, it's mine, isn't it?"

She whimpered.

With an amused hum, he raised a gloved hand to her face, pushing a digit against her mouth. "Bite."

Equal parts arousal and embarrassment flooded through her veins, and she looked around for any signs of people. "Here? Now?"

"Bite." His tone was clear: now.

So without another word, she bit the tip of his glove, and with the taste of blaster gas and leather on her tongue, she watched as he pulled his hand out and further stuffed the glove into her mouth.

"There we go," he mused, gently patting her cheek. "Nice and quiet. We don't want any... visitors, do we?"

As he spoke, his fingers pushed past the hem of her pants, nudged aside the flimsy fabric of her panties, brushed against her slick entrance, forcing a muffled moan from her throat.

"Look at that," Din sighed, pleasure embedded in every syllable. "So soft. So wet. And it's all for me, isn't it, sweet girl?"

Kyla grunted, one hand grasping his wrist, and the other scrambling for purchase on the cantina wall, only for his free hand to pin her own to the wall, lacing their fingers together.

"And you're only getting wetter," he marveled, rubbing at her clit and spreading her slick over her folds. "You like this? Like that people could be hearing? That he could be watching?" He pressed against her further, his helmet reflecting the neediness on her face.

Her throat hurt with the useless efforts of trying to reply. She shook her head, but he kept going.

"Maybe I should take this off." He tugged at the glove in her mouth. "Let him hear those pretty noises you make. Let him see how well you're getting stuffed by my fingers. Maybe I'll fuck you in front of him, too. Have him watch you scream my name while you take my cock all the way inside, like you always do. Have him watch you leak of my cum."

Kyla could do nothing but wail, squeezing his wrist while her eyes rolled in the back of her head, basking in the consuming pleasure of her orgasm.

"He'll just have to watch," he murmured, pressing his helmeted forehead against her own, "knowing that you're not his to touch. Knowing that I'd never let him touch you. Knowing that you're mine."

After one last indulgent stroke of his fingers, he pulled them out. They were soaked to the knuckles with her slick, and they glistened in the dim moonlight.

"My cyar'ika," he cooed before taking the glove out of her mouth.

Kyla breathed, still weak in the knees, and she leaned on him gratefully.

"Yours," she rasped.

And under the helmet, Mando's lips curled up in a victorious smile.

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A/N: hehehehehehehehhe

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Summer in the Streets Celebrates Food, Art and Music

Huntington’s Summer in the Streets festival returned for its second year on Sunday with a sprawling art market, a pineapple themed food competition and live bands.  Chalk illustrations of local company logos and artists covered the road surrounding the art market while four local bands, Johnny Kingdom, Ape Theory, Dock Holiday, Kyla Silk and Fat Nicky & The Snacks, gathered sizable crowds. Local…

[vanillann]

steps of falling in love (draco malfoy x f.reader)

word count: 1.1k

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step 3: learn basic touch

"Why are they here?"

Malfoy threw his bag in the same spot as yesterday, his finger pointing to Viki and Kyla who were in front of the class.

"They are going to help with today's lesson," I nodded as I turned to grab the mannequin from the storage room."

"Plus we got bored," Vi muttered as she walked to the backroom to find a few dresses Ky had made over the year.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, turning back to the small stack of books that sat at the door. I positioned the mannequin back to the place it sat yesterday, patting its shoulder before coughing.

"Sounds like you got a cold badger."

"Honeybadger to you remember," I skipped to stand beside Malfoy, grabbing the book from his hand and pointing to the mannequin with a fake stern look.

He rolled his eyes and turned around, his hands on either side of him as he leaned onto the small desk.

"I can't talk to that thing again Kennedy," Malfoy muttered while his head rolled to his shoulder.

"Don't look at it as a thing, look at it as a pretty girl."

I stood back beside the mannequin, smiling as I waited for Malfoy to push off the desk.

"What are we doing today?"

"Gentle touch," I spoke as I tilted my head at his eye roll.

"Ky I found our old Yule Ball dresses!"

I cringed at Viki words, the memories of the horror night flooded my brain at the words "Yule Ball".

I looked at Malfoy who was now smirking, I think it might be the first time he wasn't frowning at me since we spoke, slowly leaning off the desk.

"Doesn't seem like you want to go see your dress Kennedy," Malfoy said as he spilled away from the table, making a mad dash into the storage room. I felt myself following, begging Vi to hide the dresses away from the rest of our lives.

"You're so pretty (Y/N) shut up," Kyla said as she pulled into the room, which I knew wouldn't hold all of us with extra room.

"I know but I don't want to relive it," I grabbed the doorway as I swung into the room. I grabbed Malfoy's arm, trying to steady my run in. He shifted under my grip, my hand fell just as quickly as it came with a small smile to him.

Vi sat on the floor holding her own Yule Ball dress, the completely black dress with two glitter straps held against her pale fingers. The thin figure of the dress made me smile, remembering how late Vi had actually hit puberty.

"I remember seeing you in that," Malfoy muttered as he watched Vi run her hand over the silk material.

"I bet you remember seeing (Y/N) then," Ky smiled, driving her hands into the bocks to find my own. Her own emerald green dress fell from the block, I lent over and grabbed it.

"I don't remember seeing Kennedy at the dance."

I felt my heart sink slightly, the night was horrible and I was slowly finding out no one even seemed to notice my perfect dress or anything for that matter.

"I don't know-how, she was the belle of the ball," Ky pulled the pale yellow dress from the box, the light yellow butterflies cover to bust off the dress and the ball gown shape of the dress made me want to vomit.

"You actually wore that Kennedy?"

Malfoy made hands at the dress which Ky happily gave him, ignoring my glare and letting her hands fall back to the box as Vi reached for the dress in my hands.

"We looked amazing, thanks to our Slytherin mother."

I laughed at the inside joke, Ky pushing her dress from her face as she found something else from the book.

"I think we should get back to the lesson," I spoke as Malfoy ran his thumb over the butterflies on my dress, his face neutral but the hit of a smirk hung in the air.

"I really don't remember seeing this dress," Malfoy muttered as he looked at me with raised eyebrows. I grabbed the dress and held it to my chest, watching as Ky pulled at the photos we took with my old muggle camera.

"Oh, I found them, look!"

The photo was of Vi and I, our smiling faces as we stood at the top of the stairs. We both were leaning on each other, holding finger guns while looking over our shoulders.

"Is it going to move?"

I gently pushed Malfoy's shoulder, his body going rigid before it slowly fell away again. I stepped into the room, Malfoy only stood in the doorway as I grabbed a few photos from My hands. I sat on the floor, slipping through each photo.

I held the one in my grip tight, the sight of me blushing as I watched Harry Potter walk back up the stairs to his common room, but no one needed to know that. My hair was falling out while I held my basic short heels in my hand, smiling at the floor.

I felt a ghost of touch over my shoulder, Malfoy gently taking a few photos from my hand as he squatted behind me.

"It's me," he reached around me for a photo of Ky and I at the punch bowl, Malfoy stood behind Ky as he grabbed something from the table.

I smiled and looked over my shoulder at him, his face blank as he looked at the photo with sad eyes. I looked at his face, the memory of the night must not have been better than mine. I took the photo from his hand and stuffed it in his robe pocket, my hand brushing against his lightly before smiling.

"Keep it, we have enough here."

Malfoy nodded, looking down as he stood up from behind me. He cleared his throat and looked back at him with those angry grey eyes.

"Can we get to the lesson now?"

I felt my jaw slightly fall open, amazed at the sudden mood change before nodding and throwing my dress into the box. Vi and Ky leaned on each other, smiling wickedly at me while they held their own photos in their hands.

"I see we are warming up, quickly too," Kyla muttered.

"Obviously not, I was being friendly and I don't think he wants friends so."

Viki shrugged as I walked backward out the room, turning to Malfoy who was quickly packing his bag. I looked to the clock, nowhere near dinner or anything else for that matter.

"Malfoy?"

"I have some family business to attend to," he spoke breathlessly as he ran from the room, not daring to look back at us. I turned to look at Vi and Ky's confused face, looking back to the mannequin, the stack of books by the door one book less.

"Definitely not warming up."

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[punkymacc]

UPDATE - Chapter 2

soft like silk chiffon

Pairing: Reylo (f/f)

Summary

"Hi, I'm-"

"Stop." The girl (Kyla, Rey reminds herself) holds up her hand.

Rey's mouth clicks shut.

"Busy," Kyla says flatly.

Not a good sign.

What to Expect:

fem!kylo ren, college au, bed sharing, and they were roommates, enemies to lovers

Incomplete (2/3), 10.6K

Rated E

🔗Chapter 2 Link - Ao3

[xwing-baby]

Ascent of the Emissary: Presentation Day

Word Count: 3.6k

Series Summary: A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...The FIRST ORDER have announced themselves to the galaxy and are set on destroying the Galactic Alliance. A young woman, born and raised in the rich Order sympathising society, on the planet RAELA, meets her supposed sworn enemy in a crowded marketplace and comes to a crossroads in her life. Does she follow the path laid out to her by her FAMILY or does she carve her own, JOIN THE FIGHT against the Order and BETRAY everything she’s ever known.

Chapter Summary: It’s time for Lin’s presentation day, his promotion to Major of the First Order. But Kyla’s got something on her mind. 

A/n: I’ve decided I like Friday’s more than Saturday’s for uploads, so HEY! I’m so glad you guys liked part 1 and I hope you like what this chapter brings too! Get to meet one of my favourite characters, let me know what you think of him too!  

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It was late. The city had quietened down, the moon was bright and full in the sky. Usually I would be fast asleep at this hour but I was wide awake. I had tried everything to fall asleep: I’d turned my pillows, tried the opposite end of my bed, tried without the blankets, with no pyjamas, with more pyjamas. I tried turning on a lamp, I tried opening the curtains and letting the moonlight in. I tried everything and was getting frustrated to the point of tears. 

Maybe a drink would help. I knew the real issue but I didn’t want to think about it. 

When I was younger, I first began questioning my family's ties to the First Order and the Empire. As any rebellious young teenager I wanted to know everything and especially if that everything made my parents mad. A fellow classmate told me about Jedi, about how this group had fought against the Empire and were the reason the Empire fell. According to her, her uncle was a Jedi on Raela, he had given her a Jedi book in the hopes that she would become one too. The Jedi were destroyed along with the Empire but she kept the book hidden away from her parents then gave it to me. I took it home and devoured each page. The book told of the Force, the dark and the light. A lot of it I didn’t understand, but that stuff that did, changed me forever. Rather naively I told my mother about the book. That proved to be the biggest mistake of my life to that point. 

My mother told my father. My father took the book and burnt it. I cried, yelled at him to stop. I told him it wasn’t mine, that it was my friends. I tried to reason with him, tried to tell him that it wasn’t a dangerous book. I just wanted to learn. 

My father slapped me across the face, the rings on his fingers cut into my face making me bleed. He told me if I was ever caught with any ‘Jedi crap’ in his house again, I would be thrown out. I was taken out of school, isolated from anyone my own age and forced to stay at home with my mother. 

Over the years, I had forgotten what the book said. But that overwhelming sense of guilt I felt the first time I opened up the book, I never forgot. And it was starting to creep back in now. I knew even thinking about the Resistance was a bad thing. It had been drummed into my very soul at this point. 

I got up out of bed, deciding a hot drink would sooth my anxious stomach. It was quiet in the house, even the cleaning droid’s had powered down. I walked down the stairs, through our living room and into the kitchen. I flicked the light on and yelped as a man appeared in the corner. He quickly jumped over to me, dropping the bag in his hand and clamped a gloved hand over my mouth. I whimpered, screwing my eyes shut and began to cry. 

“Don’t kill me,” I whimpered, my heart was rattling against my chest.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” The man said calmly, his voice was soft and smooth, nearly opposite to the clear and proper Raelan accent. “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth now and you’re not going to scream. Understand?”  I nodded, the man slowly took his hand off my mouth and I opened my eyes. 

The man looked at me, studying me for a moment, then turned back to what he was doing before I disturbed him, rooting through cabinets and drawers. He was looking for something. 

I watched him for a little while longer, he wasn’t finding whatever he wanted and moved into another room. I stood still at my spot in the doorway. He wore a dark cloak, the hood over his head but the light of the city shone in and created a golden glow on what I could see of his face. High cheekbones, a hint of a beard along his chin. He had soft lips and a sharp nose too. His eyes were covered by shadow. Slowly, I began to realise. I recognised him. 

“Hey I know you,” I said, loud enough so he could hear me in the next room, my father’s study. 

“No you don’t,” He replied.

“You were at the market. You’re with the resistance,” I said the last few words hushed. 

“And if I was?” He poked his head around the doorframe, holding my father’s data-pad in his hands.

“I want to know about it,” I said, getting a little braver.

“About what?” 

“The resistance! What’s it like?” 

The man looked suspiciously at me, “Why would an Order sympathizer want to know about the resistance?” 

“I’m not a sympathizer,” I said carefully, “I’m... neutral,” 

“Hm, sure,” The man laughed quietly to himself, then disappeared back into the darkness of the study. 

“What are you looking for?” I asked.

“Who says I’m looking for anything?” He walked out of the study. 

“Why are you in my house then?” 

“Just checking it out,” The man said, gliding his hand under a bookshelf shelf. He was definitely looking for something. “I’m house hunting,” 

“You don’t look like you could afford this neighbourhood,” 

“What? Because I’m with the Resistance?” The man smirked, “Raela City is so judgemental,” 

“So you are with the Resistance?” I grinned, the man frowned realising he had admitted it. “If you tell me about it, I’ll tell you where whatever it is you’re looking for it,” 

“Why would a rich Raela City girl want to know about the Resistance?” He asked, stopping what he was doing to look at me.

“I’m curious,” 

“An Order kid ‘curious’ about the resistance is like red flag number one. Go back to bed and forget this ever happened. I’m sure you’ll have lovely dreams of blood and murder,” 

“I’m not a kid,” I protested, “And I’m not with the First Order, besides I don’t exactly have a choice either way,” 

“Oh you rich kids, you do make me laugh! I don’t have a choice!” He mocked, “Of course you do, that’s what it's all about,” The man laughed at me. I didn’t budge, wasn’t going to let an intruder make fun of me. He seemed to notice my stubbornness and sighed in defeat. “If you really want to know about the Resistance, come to the Golden Star tomorrow night,” 

“What’s that?” 

“You’ll work it out, kid,” He said, pulling the window open he had originally climbed through and stepping out onto the balcony. 

“I don’t even know your name,” I called after him, quickly following him to the window against all better judgement.

“Rafan,” Rafan said, jumping down from the balcony. I winced a little as he did; it was two storeys down. He landed, and ran off into the night. 

“Kyla?” My mother's sleep filled voice came from the hall. I quickly turned in a panic, covering the window with my body. “What are you doing? It’s late?” 

“I was thirsty,” I said quickly.

“I heard you talking to someone?” She looked around me, peering around the corner to the pantry. I shrugged.

“Just to myself, helps me think,” 

“OK sweetheart,” She didn’t believe me, but was too tired to fight about it, yawned and turned back around, “Just get to bed. Big day tomorrow,” 

“Goodnight,” I waved her off, and let out a steady breath as she turned back up the stairs. I looked back down to the street to see if Rafan was still there. He was long gone.

I shut the window, making sure to lock it this time and made myself a hot cup of tea. I took it back upstairs to my bedroom. I looked out my window, the lights of the city flickered in the rain. I grin grew on my face and I could barely contain the squeal of excitement that bubbled up inside me. I had met a Resistance fighter! In my home! And he was so handsome, oh my stars! I was going to meet him again tomorrow! 

The excitement was drowned by guilt quickly. If I went to the Golden Star tomorrow I would be betraying my family, everything my father stands for! How was I even meant to sneak out and find this place? I didn’t know much of the city really, I knew my route from my home to work and to the market but that was it. I’d never seen or even heard of the Golden Star! Maybe the man was just lying, maybe he wasn’t with the resistance at all and was really just an ordinary thief trying to manipulate me so I didn’t raise the alarm.

I sighed, pulled my covers up to my chin and curled up a little tighter. I had twenty-four hours to decide what to do. I had my brother’s presentation all day tomorrow. Would I even be back in time?

Eventually, I fell asleep just as the sun was rising.

--

“Good morning, Miss Olen. Time to wake up!” SAM, our housekeeping droid, announced as she marched into the room. A reprogrammed protocol droid, S.A.M had worked in our house for as long as I could remember. She was almost my third parent. She cooked for us, cleaned up after us, did our schedules, sent messages and received holograms. She had taken care of me and my brother when we were infants and taught us how to read and write before we started school. She also was my morning alarm.

“Good morning Sam,” I yawned and sat up in bed as the droid rolled across my room. 

“You have two hours before you depart for Lonam, do you need my assistance dressing today?” She continued, opening the curtains and the windows behind them.

“No Sam, thank you,” 

“The dress is pressed in your closet and breakfast is ready whenever you would like it,” 

“Thank you Sam,” 

I got out of bed, and over to my closet where I found the green silk dress pressed and hung neatly in the front. I smiled, it was a gorgeous dress. I pulled it down from the rail and pulled out a pair of black heels and put the two articles on. 

I pulled my hair from the tie that was now only loosely holding it in a ponytail and let the curls fall free. I kept my hair down, running some gel through my curly hair to keep them together. Then I put on my makeup, smoky and dark with a red lip. A tried and true look for the First Order but the green of my dress would make me stand out at least. I smiled into the mirror once my look was complete, I looked good. 

“Kyla! You look gorgeous, my dear,” My father said kindly as I entered the dining room.

“Thank you father,” I blushed. A compliment from my father was rare and meant a lot.

“It’s going to be a beautiful day, that will bring more people out for sure. All that rain last night had me worried,” My mother fussed, rushing with her bag between the dining room and the kitchen. 

“The transport has arrived sir,” Sam announced

“Brilliant, just on time,” My father checked his watch and smiled before standing up from the table. 

“Oh Kyla dear, don’t forget this,” My mother fussed. She pulled me to the side and pinned a heavy metal badge to my chest. “There, perfect.” 

I looked down at the object and saw a black and red first order emblem. My mother smiled proudly and kissed my cheek. Rafan was right, there was no way I could be neutral in this house, I was a walking advertisement for the Order. 

Together, my parents and I climbed into the transport and were flown away by the droid in the pilot’s seat to Lonam. 

Lonam was a small town, well hidden in a steep valley it was the perfect place for a core world's First Order presentation. Not that it really mattered to be particularly secretive on Raela as half of the senate where attending the event, it was more for public appearances to the outside galaxy. Raela couldn’t publicly be holding such events, especially not in the capitol. If anyone found out about this it could be marked off as a small anomaly event and nobody would think it was a rally of this importance. 

Not only was this a promotion presentation, it was also a rally for support. The First Order had been gaining traction rapidly, they were becoming a real threat to the New Republic and rumour had it that they were announcing something big today. 

Once we had arrived, we were taken swiftly to our seats. We were a few rows from the front. There were maybe a hundred people in attendance, some first order officers and many stormtroopers lined the outside of the arena. The promoted officers stood on stage all in the black and grey uniform. I spotted my brother at the front, my mother waved but was quickly stopped by my father’s stern gaze. 

The ceremony started, the Admiral stood and presented medals and we in the audience clapped politely. Then, he stood up to the podium to speak. 

“The Supreme Leader thanks you for attending today,” He spoke clearly and proudly, “The support for the Order from the people of Raela is greatly appreciated. We have a historic connection to this great planet and I am so proud to present the newest members of the First Order to you today. I am sure these young men and women will lead us into a brighter future. One where order is restored and the Empire shall reign once again,” The crowd cheered. “And as  many of you know, the Supreme Leader has ordered us to proceed into our next phase. No more will we lurk in the shadows! We are advancing our attack on the Republic and will destroy the Resistance!” The crowd cheered again. “That is why we are announcing our newest weapon. With the funds from Raela we are building… a star killer,” 

A large projection appeared behind the Admiral. A huge ball of metal, with a glowing circle in the centre. While it didn’t look like much, the name struck fear into me. Star Killer. They were going to blow up planets! Whole galaxies. The crowd around me clapped and hollered in celebration as the Admiral grinned and began to talk about the new base’s capabilities. My ears were ringing, I could barely hear anything. This was bad news for everyone! Why were they all celebrating? I could hardly imagine the destruction something so big could do. My mother noticed and jabbed me in the ribs to bring me back to reality. 

“Clap,” She hissed. 

“Sorry,” I lifted my head up and clapped with her. 

Eventually the Admiral and the following speakers finished and we were left to mingle and congratulate. We found my brother quickly, my father toasted him and proudly exclaimed for everyone to hear that Lin would be the next Admiral of the First Order. I rolled my eyes, he had barely become a Major, granted it was quickly but I doubted he would ever become Admiral, even with our father's help. 

I excused myself from the group surrounding my brother and wanted to find some food but was stopped by my mother. She grabbed my arm and turned in towards her. Not saying anything she smoothed down my hair and wiped the mascara from under my eye. 

“Mother, what are you doing,” I whined trying to get out of her grip.

“Armitage Hux?” My mother held my arm tight, forcing me to stay put. I winced but smiled politely as the ginger man in front of us turned around. 

“Sella Olen, what a pleasure to see you again,” The man smiled and took my mother's hand and kissed the back of it. He was tall and pale, his bright hair was striking, slicked back so perfect it barely looked real. He was dressed in the first order’s uniform, a new colonel badge shiny brightly on the arm. He was quite intimidating but made my mother blush and giggle with his action. I wanted to vomit. “And this must be your sister,” 

“Oh stop it,” My mother giggled as she teased him, “this is my daughter. Kyla,” 

“Lovely to meet you too,” He kissed my hand the same as my mother.  

“Well now I’ve introduced you two I must go, my husband’s talking to the Admiral and we all know how that went last time,” My mother and Hux laughed, obviously knowing something I didn’t and she left me alone with him. 

“Well done on your promotion,” I said politely. 

“Thank you, I’m on track for General now,” He boasted, “A few more months and I’ll be there for sure,” 

“I’m sure you will,” 

“You must send on my congratulations to your brother, an major after three months in the Order is very impressive,” He sounded entirely unimpressed. It wasn’t a very close kept secret that nepotism had helped my brother immensely in his promotions.

“I’ve been told he is very skilled,”

“Hm,” Hux hummed, the disdain was obvious and somehow made me like him just a little bit. 

“I wouldn’t be too worried about him. He’ll get high up the ranks but he won’t be any issue. He’s not exactly the leading type and I think if he came anywhere near your position my mother may just choose you over him,” I said with a light laugh, Hux laughed too. 

“I am not worried about him, dear,” Hux said through tight lips. 

“But he should be scared of you,” I finished his thought. Hux didn’t reply, but the sly smile on his face told me everything I needed to know. Lin would be in danger if he ever tried to cross this man, but for now he was complacent with the fact that Lin was still below him and my father did not have authority to promote his own son above Hux just yet. 

Luckily, my mother re-entered the conversation alongside my father, taking the conversation out of my hands. I stood by their side for a while as my father rather icily made conversation with Hux. I slipped away and went to find a quiet corner to relax in for a moment. 

As I sat by myself, I began to take in the event. I noticed the stormtroopers lining the area, there had to be nearly a hundred of them. The blasters in their hands were set ready. The large black flags, hung to the stage, starkly contrasted the lush green trees behind them. There was no hiding what was going on here. If the stormtroopers were not enough, the parade of black and grey uniforms which dotted the place certainly told you. This was the beginnings of a new Empire. The men and women here would be a part of that. I would be a part of that. 

My stomach twisted in on itself at the thought. I took a deep breath, I had to stop thinking like that. Luckily, a waiter with a tray full of alcohol walked past at that very moment. I stood up and stopped him, took two glasses and as he walked away, downed them both. The liquid stung as it went down my throat, making me wince and cough a little. But the effects were quickly felt and the knot in my stomach disappeared. I re-entered the party, this was what my life was. No use thinking otherwise. 

--

A few hours passed, we ate the lunch provided and everyone began to file out to the waiting transporters. My family climbed in one, and I began to relax a little. It was over. 

“So what do you think of Armitage, honey?” My mother said, cheerfully as we pulled away.

“Hm?” I wasn’t really listening, “Oh um he was nice,” I said trying to sound confident in my answer. 

“He would make a great husband for you, I think,” 

“Do you?” I asked, already bored by the conversation. We had had this conversation many times. In fact, Armitage was just the last in a long line of First Order members my mother wanted me to marry.

“She can’t marry that asshole,” Lin grumbled.

“Language,” My father scolded from behind his datapad.

“He’s going to be General, you know,” My mother added, as if that fact would make me instantly change my mind.

“So am I,” Lin whined.

“You’re her brother dear, that doesn’t matter,” My mother said. “Kyla, you need to really think about it. Your children could run the galaxy someday!” 

“I don’t know. I don’t think he really liked me,” I said honestly. He really didn’t seem interested in me at all.

“I should work out a dinner date for you two. This could be really good for us dear,” 

“Yes mother,” I sighed, there was no way out of that one and I would rather the conversation stopped before we could get any real details of this date.

“You’re father agrees, don’t you dear?” 

“Yes dear,” My father replied flatly, not looking up from his datapad. My mother smiled and took my hand. 

“Think about it, such cute little red head babies running around. Wouldn’t it just be delightful!” 

My brother frowned, mimicking being sick. I laughed, glad at least someone was on my side, even if it was only out of rivalry with the man in question. My mother scolded him but didn’t bring it up again for the remainder of the journey. 

I looked out the window, watching the scenery fly by. All this talk of the Order was making me think about Rafan’s offer. Let’s say I went for this Hux, married him. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to understand the other side a bit better. I barely knew anything about the Resistance, not many people on Raela did. I would only be conflicted, as long as I was curious. My fear would disappear when I realised that everyone was right all along. 

I decided at that moment that I would go to the Golden Star. If it turned out to be a trick then so be it, my point would be proven and I wouldn’t have to feel so guilty anymore for thinking about the Resistance.

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― READ MORE FOR KYLA'S INTRODUCTION.

― BASICS.

Name: Kyla Carrillo

Age: 36

D.O.B.: 28th April 1985

Gender: Cis female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship status: Single

Hometown: Miami, Florida

Affiliation: The Leroy family

Role: Head of Illegal Gambling/Bets

Occupation: Manager at High Rollers

― BACKGROUND.

For most of Kyla's life, it was just her and her father. Her mother, unfortunately, struggled with alcohol and drug addiction, and barely managed to stay sober during her pregnancy. She tried to settle down and be a mother, but Kyla was only eight months old when she left. The note said she had made a mistake, she was too young to be a mom.

Winston Carrillo tried his best to raise his child as a single father but at times he struggled to keep his head afloat. Money was soon becoming an issue but he refused to accept loans from his friends and family. He was stubborn to his core (which is probably where Kyla gets it from).

Luckily, he was best friends with Darius Leroy. They were unlikely friends, but they had attended the same college and had almost been inseparable since. Darius soon became aware of Winston's money situation, and quickly offered him a job. Only it wasn't honourable work, it involved money laundering through Winston's business. He had always possessed an odd moral compass at the best of times anyway thanks to his own upbringing, and took Darius up on the offer immediately.

Because of this, Kyla largely grew up around the Leroy family and now considers them practically her own family. Because of Darius' job offer, Winston was able to take care of his daughter properly and move them into a better house. He was able to afford nicer things, and was able to spoil Kyla with the things he thought she deserved.

Life within the organisation is all Kyla has ever really known and so it only felt natural that after attending college, she progressed into working for them too. She had been the Head of Illegal Gambling/Bets for 4 years, and the manager at High Rollers for 7 years.

Some would say Kyla is a workaholic and this is absolutely true. You will always find her with her phone in her hand, either typing a message or checking her emails. After decades of loyalty and service to the Leroy family, both she and Winston have enough money to retire now and live very comfortably but make no mistake, Kyla will walk around in old Dr Martens but wear a designer bag on her shoulder.

She has tried love several times, but all of her relationships have failed for one reason or another. Either they don't like that she works for the Leroy family, or they don't like that she works too much. Or she doesn't like that they think they can change her. One relationship resulted in a pregnancy, and she does have a son who is 4 years old. Kyla shares custody with his father and they alternate each week who cares for him.

― CONNECTION IDEAS.

Friends/best friends: Kyla might come off as someone who is a) too busy and/or b) finds you boring, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a handful of close friendships. She likes to relax at night with a glass (bottle) of wine in her fine silk pyjamas while eating things with too many carbs in, so she needs besties for this. Don't get it twisted though - she will absolutely tell it how it is, even if you don't want to hear it.

Friends from college: College years are always fun, so this is when Kyla would've really explored who she is, and who she isn't. She studied business so she could follow the footsteps of her father and take over the business one day, but found more interest in the illegal gambling side of the organisation. So yeah, friends she met in college please!

Exes: Either full on relationships or just simple flings are welcome! Kyla isn't entirely sure if she even believes in love because of her abandonment issues (thanks mom), but that doesn't mean she hasn't tried relationships. Some have lasted longer than others, but they all ultimately end for one reason or another. Obviously this would be entirely dependent on what we plot.

Father of her child: So she definitely loved this man, absolutely still loves him but will not give him the satisfaction of knowing that. This was her longest relationship, she fell pregnant and he proposed to her immediately. It was all falling into place as it was supposed to and it was wonderful and idyllic. But only for a short while. They were arguing constantly before they even made it down the aisle, and decided to call it quits before Kyla had given birth. They had a brief few months apart but found their way back to one another and gave things another go just before their son was born. They lasted another two years but ended things a second time.

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