upon-a-starry-night

[upon-a-starry-night]

While We Dream Pt.10

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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You stare into Kylo Ren’s eyes for a long time. He keeps his expressions neutral, and you don’t know if it’s to help you or because he genuinely doesn’t feel the need to show concern. Probably the latter. It’s strangely grounding sitting there looking at him. Maybe because it reminded you that there was at least one person who could see you. Someone who knew you were there— knew you were real. 

Maybe it’s some freaky alien magic.

You count the freckles on his face, desperately trying to ignore the fact that you can’t do the other 3 things you can feel, taste, and smell as part of your calming method. Though you can still hear, he doesn’t speak. No comfort but no insults either. You’d count it as progress. 

You don’t know what Kylo sees, but after a few minutes of what felt like hours staring into his eyes, he stands, apparently deeming you fine. Or at least better than before. And as much as you hate to admit it, he’s right. Your hands are less shaky, the electricity is back to its low familiar hum, and your heart rate feels like it’s at a healthy 75 bpm. 

You look around you to see if anyone noticed Kylo crouched down talking to a ghost, but no one is around. The hallway that was so busy when you were walking is now empty, so empty and quiet it feels almost abandoned. What happened to all the people that were passing by?

When you look back up at Kylo, his mask is back on, and he’s looking down another branch of the hallway. It strikes you then, that Kylo had been walking somewhere very deliberately before your little panic attack. You were probably making him late. 

Forcing yourself to stand on wobbly legs, you manage to right yourself despite feeling like a newborn deer. A black mask glances back in your direction, and you feel a little disheartened. Maybe your panic attack had a little to do with the fact that the one person who could see you covered his eyes. 

His focus on you lasts only a few beats, and then he’s walking down the hallway he glanced at, you stumbling quietly behind.

The two of you arrive at a meeting room, this one much larger than the one he stopped you in for a little chit-chat about stalking. Well, not exactly stalking, but close enough. It’s empty, and you’re a little worried he’s going to reprimand you about your emotions or something, but instead he just sits at the head of the long table, silently observing you once more.

It reminds you of the last time you met. You don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, so you focus on something else instead;

The meeting room is a long rectangular shape, with the door on one end and five rhombus-shaped windows on the other. Kylo is sitting at the head of the table closest to the windows, at the end of a long, sleek, black rectangular slab of a table. There’s some sort of fixture or device in the middle of the table, but you have no chance at guessing what it does. There are at least eight chairs seated, though there’s room for plenty more. Guess whoever this meeting was with was for higher-ups only.

Though the room is interesting, you’re ten times more fascinated by the view from the window, walking over to it and hovering your hand in front of the glass. On the other side of this windowpane were thousands upon thousands of stars against an endless black backdrop. Though nearly everything in this room was black, nothing could rival the beauty of pure space. If you were lucky, maybe a planet would pass by. The thought alone fills you with excitement.

“Troopers.” You flinch at the sudden deep voice that interrupts your fascination. Turning to see him still sitting but facing you. You wrack your mind for any ideas of what he means, but you come up blank.

“What?”

“They’re called Stormtroopers.” You can practically feel the distaste rolling off of him. “Does your planet not have any military?”

So the men in white—stormtroopers—were military? That explains the armor, you suppose, but what kind of question was that? 

“Why do you ask? Are you planning on invading it?” He’s silent for a beat, and you grow a little anxious. Oh shit, was he?

“Is that one of your…twenty questions?” It takes a few seconds for your brain to catch up because, oh my god, was that another joke? You can’t help but smile a little.

“Is that one of yours?” you shoot back. Two can play at this game. If he thinks you’ll give up being curious just because he’s being resistant, he’s wrong. You’ll pry the answers out of him if you have to. He owed you that much. 

You can’t see his face, but you’d like to imagine he’s smirking, maybe even a little pleased at your quick comeback. He holds your gaze in what’s—for the first time—a comfortable silence before he changes the subject. You wouldn’t say you won, but, well, you kind of feel like you did.

“Your planet isn’t in this galaxy,” wait, what? “And from what I've seen of your technology and your…companions—” Shoot, he was definitely talking about the pugs. “It’s not worth seizing.” 

Really, you should feel relieved at this news, but the first thing that comes to mind is, ‘Hey! What the hell?’

“Your loss. Earth is great.” What were you even saying right now? “We may not be as advanced, but there are people working day and night to better our planet. And people who spend their whole lives pursuing their dreams and the things they love. And some people love their dogs more than they love their kids, so you’re lucky they can’t hear you; otherwise, we’d have an intergalactic war on our hands.” 

Okay, so maybe you were a little offended that your planet wasn’t worth invading to him. 

“And there’s more than just dogs too; there are cats.” You think back to your little tabby, Toast, what you wouldn’t do to be petting him right now. Kylo tilts his head at you. Of all the things you said in your rant, he tilts his head at cats? Really? Well, you can’t blame him.

“...cats?” Oh, right. Alien. 

“Yes, cats. You know the little ball of fur that tried to eliminate your feet in my kitchen?” Maybe not the best reference to go off of, but you don’t have your phone on you to show him.

“That was not a Loth-cat.” 

You blink. Some kind of air conditioning system kicks on in the background.

“Sorry, what?” It’s all you can think to say because not only does he apparently know what cats are, but he’s saying that yours does not qualify as one. Which—fair, sometimes he seemed more kangaroo-rabbit than cat, but still. How does he know what a cat is—or a loth-cat, as he called it?

He turns back to the table and taps on it; a keyboard blinks to life, hovering just above the surface. You abandon your view of the stars momentarily to get a closer look. Was that… an intractable hologram? Holo-board? Whatever.

He types into it and then swipes, and the device in the middle of the table crackles to life, a hologram shoots up, and you gasp. The teal color illuminates the room, and you resist the urge to walk through the table to get closer to it. 

The creature cast from the hologram is small and fluffy, yes, but that's about where the comparison to a cat ends. It’s got a smooshed face that looks like a mix between a pug and a monkey, talon-like feet, and two triangles protruding so straight up out of its head they look more like cones than ears. You suppose its tail resembled that of a cat’s, but the shape of it was off. Not to mention the pattern of its fur went from striped to spotted in what looked to you like an attempt to be both an owl and a jaguar at the same time. You’d never seen any creature like this before. It certainly wasn’t what you pictured when you thought of aliens, but…neither was Kylo. 

The image makes slow, stationary rotations, allowing you to see it from every angle. Dark, inky black eyes meet yours, and despite its obscureness, you do find it a little cute. Still, now you understand Kylo’s confusion. 

“I’ve never seen anything like this before.” You are, of course, referring to both the hologram and the creature it’s casting. 

When silence once again greets you, you turn to Kylo to see him still staring at you. You don’t know why he seems to observe you so much or why he’s so quiet about everything. Honestly, it’s a little frustrating. Just when you think he’s going to speak again, his fists clench and he jerks his head back to the keyboard. He swipes his finger across it, and the hologram is gone in an instant, just as the door at the end of the room opens up.

The man in the doorway isn’t small, but you can tell just by looking at him that he’s smaller than Kylo is, both in height and in muscle. His face is sour, and his hair is a bright ginger color. He’s looking down at a device with distaste, but the second he notices Kylo in the room, shock crosses his features. Then his eyes narrow in either disgust or suspicion; you can’t really tell. Either way, he’s approaching Kylo Ren differently than the people in the hallway did, and it piques your interest. 

“Ky-Supreme Leader, I did not expect you to be so early. I was just about to send an informant,” Ah. There it is. That slight hesitancy that people approach Kylo with. 

Kylo lifts a hand to wave him off, and the ginger flinches. Now that raises some eyebrows—specifically yours. What was the history there? 

Before you can question it or even think of asking Kylo, seven more people filter into the room, each sporting either a look of surprise or of fear. Why was everyone so shocked that he was early? Was he usually late, or was this a plot of some other kind?

If he was usually late, then why did he rush to get ready to leave? A thought strikes you suddenly: Did he leave early because you were there? A small smirk forms on your face as you revel in the fact that you scared Kylo out of his own room. You file that information away for later.

The men begin casual small talk with each other, exchanging a brief greeting to Kylo but nothing more. You didn’t know their history, but were none of them even going to try talking to him? All of the men in here—save for Ginger—looked older than him by Earth standards. Did they not respect him because he was young? Did they not see him as their boss? 

“Hux.” The room falls quiet, and even you turn to Kylo when he finally speaks. He doesn’t look at you. You felt like you were intruding on something you shouldn’t. “The report.” Gone is any lilt of teasing you had heard in his voice just minutes ago. Replaced once again by the Cold Supreme Leader. You were beginning to wonder if he had DID with how fast he switches.

“Right away, sir.” You’re surprised to find that it’s the ginger that responds. So his name was Hux? What kind of a name was that? You want to ask Kylo, but he feels too far away, and you doubt he’ll answer you when so many people could hear. So you slip your way back over to the window as Hux pulls up a hologram from the table. You’ve been through many work meetings at your previous nine-to-five, and you weren’t trying to sit through any more any time soon. 

The sound of Hux’s voice drones on and becomes background noise as you stare at the endless expanse of space. If you put your head close enough to the glass, you can see just how far the ship extends. It’s a lot larger than you thought, especially because all the hallways look practically the same. For a while you thought you were following Kylo in a loop.

Your cheek hovers less than an inch from the glass when a thought strikes you: could you…stick your head through it? You’ve stuck your head through every surface, but that was here in the ship. If you stepped out into space, could you come back? Surely it couldn’t hurt to try, right?

“And we’ve captured more Resistance, like you ordered. I can’t imagine there are many of them left. If you let me lead the search, we can snuff them out and finally end this war. The galaxy will be ours. All that would be left is to turn the neutral planets to the side of the Order.” Your head whips in the direction of Hux. You hadn’t been paying attention to what he was saying until you heard the word ‘capture,’ and now a sick feeling was growing in your stomach.

Star destroyers. Capturing rebels. War? This…wasn’t a casual space-work meeting about fuel prices and supply deliveries; this was a meeting about war. And Kylo was leading it. 

You inch a step closer as the generals debate the next course of action; your mind is racing, uncertain, and apprehensive. Your eyebrows furrow as you call out—

“War?”

Kylo’s head turns just an inch over his shoulder, just enough so that he can see you in his peripheral vision. Just enough to not arouse suspicion

“What does he mean, Kylo? Who’s the Order? What’s he talking about?” Your heart pounds as you stare into the soulless black of his mask; the room falls silent.

“Supreme leader?” 

He turns his attention back to the room.

“Capture the remaining rebels and bring them to me. I want to personally put an end to the Resistance.”

Your head spins at this newfound information. No wonder everyone was so scared of him. No wonder he was so intimidating. You want to ask questions, pray he’s not as bad as you’re beginning to think he is, but just as you’re about to, it all fades to black.

Your body is back home, but your mind is stuck in another world. Stuck on the people from another world. 

Stuck on the leader of a war.

Pt.11

A/n: Q&A is still ongoing! If you have any questions feel free to ask!~ ☆

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[upon-a-starry-night]

While We Dream Pt.9

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

A/n: It's a long one today guys! Strap in- ☆

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After what you can only describe as a mental breakdown or the world's worst alien invasion, you decided to take a walk outside, needing the familiarity of your neighborhood to remind you that you were real and awake. 

Luckily it was a warm summer evening, so you weren't freezing. By the time you got back home, the sage smell was nearly gone and the sun had long since set. Part of you was scared to go to sleep, but the other part of you…

You stared at your bed for a good while, debating pulling an all-nighter, but you weren’t sure if he’d appear back in your house, and you’d feel a whole lot more vulnerable if he showed up while you were cozied up in your PJs. 

You don’t know which situation you’d prefer—neither, maybe? But at the same time, this was the most interesting thing to happen to you in months, besides getting fired and almost dying. At least for the most part, it seemed you weren’t in any immediate danger. The two of you couldn’t touch—in his world, at least. So if he wanted to hurt you…

You shake your head and slip under the covers. Toast bounds in, and you scoop him up and place him on the bed, praying he doesn’t try to suffocate you in your sleep again tonight. If he did, would you stay in the dream world? You don't want to think about it. 

You turn on your side and sigh, shutting your eyes and waiting for the Sandman to whisk you down to sci-fi town.

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You’re surprised when you wake up several times throughout the night to your own ceiling, Toast in various pretzel positions, each more complex than the last. You didn’t know if it was the anxiety making you toss and turn or something else, but when sunlight begins to peek through your blinds, you accept the fact that you survived the night without even a glimpse of a spaceship roof.

Surely this was a good thing? 

Or another sign you should be medicated… Either way, you were welcoming the lack of intrusion to your already new and unfamiliar schedule. You had a whole list of jobs and volunteer opportunities to try, and it would be a lot easier to do so without people looking at you weirdly because you were talking to an invisible spaceman.

You try not to dwell on it for the next three days as you print out copies of your resume and apply to numerous places and positions, but ultimately your mind always ends up wandering back to that evening in your kitchen. The smell of sage, the sweltering heat, and the stranger dressed in all black who was unaffected by it all. Surely there was more to it than this?

It’s not like that evening was a particularly enjoyable experience, but was that really it? You get a glimpse of space, and aliens question you about dogs and insult your technology, and then he just…disappears? No probing or anything? It just didn’t seem…right. Something inside of you was screaming that there was more, but you had no idea what or how to find it.

Briefly, you wonder—if that experience was real—if he’s pondering you as much as you are him. 

You tap your pen against your lips and squint your eyes at your computer screen before looking away with a huff, rubbing your burning retinas. Still no word from any of the jobs you’ve applied for. You might have to consider more volunteer options…

Clicking open a new tab, you go to check if there are any new volunteer options in your area when your phone buzzes. You unlock it and find a message from your neighbor; an obnoxiously colored invite pops up as soon as you open it. You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless, grateful to be invited to her yearly neighborhood barbeque. It would take your mind off of whatever was happening to your sanity. 

Absentmindedly you RSVP and then stand to get ready for your street-litter cleanup duty. It wasn’t really something you could see yourself doing long-term, but it at least ate away the guilt that grew in you for not immediately getting a stable job.

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You’re surprised at the excitement that fills you when you open your eyes to sleek black and grey walls. After collapsing onto your bed in exhaustion from your day, you had let your mind wander to the man in all black, “Kylo,” and had fallen asleep to delirious fantasies of him dressed in a neon orange vest picking up soda cans on the side of the highway. Now you were here.

Bolting upright immediately, you let your eyes adjust to the familiar unfamiliarity of the place. You felt like you were looking at it in a whole new light now that you knew you were in space—on a spaceship in space! Of all the places your dreams had ever taken you, this was by far the craziest. Glancing around, you notice nothing was different from last time. God, you didn’t know whose room you were in, but they were either a neat freak or never used this room. Or maybe this was just a spare. Did spaceships in this world account for guest bedrooms? Earths certainly didn’t.

The door to the diagonal room hisses open, and a small puff of steam rolls out with it, the dim space illuminating with a fraction of light. Any thought that this might be a spare or unused room flies straight out into the stars as out steps the man you were sure you’d never see again. Your eyes widen, gliding up and down his strikingly bare torso to the black towel wrapped around his waist. Well, what were the chances he wouldn’t see you?

It takes him two steps before his head whips up, his shoulders tense as one arm reaches out in a holding motion. Why was that his default defense position? What did that accomplish? The air around you is still, both literally and metaphorically, though if you could really breathe it in, you wondered if it would be humid from the steam. Or if it would smell like him. If this was his room, surely everything here would smell like him, right? Not that you could smell him even if you wanted to. Which you don't. Do space people even smell like anything? God, you had so many questions, and this silence was not answering any of them.

Slowly—and as unsurely as someone who had to endure an hour of interrogation from this man can—you raise a hand from his bed and give him a small wave, sparing him the awkward smile that usually accompanies it. His eyes widen, and he takes a deep, long breath; you’re sure you imagine the shakiness behind it as he reluctantly drops his hand to his side. You let him have his moment, already used to (and kind of tired of) this dance of silence between you two. 

His other hand tightens the towel around his waist, and his eyes narrow when he catches your eyes flick to it for a millisecond.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is rough and cold, and his jaw nearly grinds as he says the words, his hand clenching and unclenching at his side. Though you had no control over this situation whatsoever, you had to cut him a little slack—he was clearly in an uncomfortable position. In an attempt at an olive branch, you bring your hands up to cover your eyes and shrug, trying to calm the pounding of your heart and the shake of your leg.

“I don’t know…” It was the truth. You don’t know why you’re here again after so long, but doing this awkward routine again wasn’t going to get the two of you anywhere. Maybe if you started having actual conversations, you could figure out what was going on together. You tell Kylo this much from behind your makeshift blindfold, resisting the urge to peek when you hear him shuffling around the room and pressing buttons. 

“You want to…what?” His skeptical reply comes from somewhere to the left of you.

“It’s called twenty questions. We each take turns asking random questions about each other. It’s something we play on Earth to get to know each other better.” At least that was one version of the game; you didn’t think the other version would work considering the only thing he knows from Earth is ‘dogs.’ 

The shuffling has stopped now, and you wait for any indication that the last beep you heard wasn’t him leaving the room and not telling you. It takes a few seconds, but eventually you hear the quiet mutter of the word “open,” and you open your eyes to see him standing in front of the bed fully dressed. Wherever the towel went, it’s not anywhere to be seen in this room, and it makes you wonder just how many secret compartments this spaceship had—after all, you hadn’t seen a closet anywhere either, and yet….

“So? Do you want to try?” 

A small, methodical beep draws both of your attention to the one-person round dining table to your right. Something that looks akin to an iPad sits flat on it, lighting up briefly as the device beeps. Whatever that meant, it was enough to spur Kylo into action. He stalks across the room to grab the device and then makes his way back to the front door, stopping only to grab his helmet and gloves beside the bed. 

For a second you think he’s just going to leave you here alone without another word, but when he reaches the doorway, he turns to you and commands you to ‘Stay’ before the door shuts behind him and he’s gone.

You can’t help but gape at the empty space where he just was. Did he just command you to stay put? Like a dog? (which he’d only so recently learned about?) Yeah, there was no way you were going to listen to that.

You get up from the bed and pad over to the door, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes before peeking just your head through it, making sure the coast was clear. You weren’t going to listen to him, but you didn’t want him to get angry again either. 

The other door is just shutting when you peek your head out, and you catch a sliver of a billowing black cape, but it’s gone in seconds. The longer you linger in the door (literally), the more a familiar pull begins to grow in your stomach, and you nearly roll your eyes. You didn’t know what that was all about, but last time you followed it, it led you to Kylo. 

What was this freaky voodoo curse on your body? 

You step out of the room and do a pedestrian half-walk, half-jog across the white room, like you’re crossing the street and you’re in a car's way. Only you’re not on a street, and the only person whose way you seem to be in is Kylo’s. What was his deal? Was he born this grumpy, or does he have some sort of tragic childhood backstory that caused him to be this way? 

You fell into the pool in front of your crush when you were a kid; that nearly caused your villain origin story. Really, you were going too easy on the world.

Peeking through into the hallway you know is there, you’re seconds too late to see which direction Kylo went after the first left turn, but the pull in your stomach is all too enthusiastic to give you directions. You want to grumble at the newly installed Google Maps in your gut, but instead, you just follow where it leads. You had no idea how long you’d stay here and how long it would be until you came back—if you came back—and this time you’re going to take your sweet time, admiring the architecture and infrastructure of the ship. It’s nothing like you’d ever see back on earth, and damn if you weren’t going to soak it all in while you could. 

Maybe you should look into being an astronaut when you get back. You’d already had the brief stage in your childhood when you wanted to be one. Daydreaming about living on the moon, glow-in-the-dark stars scattered about the walls. But you’d grown out of it after a while. This, though, was a whole ‘nother level. If only it didn’t take three years of related experience, one thousand pilot hours, and a master’s degree in a STEM field. It’s like they didn’t want anyone to join.

Stupid space people and their stupid space cliques. Whatever. You were the one on a spaceship in another world, so who’s laughing now? Never mind the fact that you don’t know how you got here or how to get home or if this place is even real.

The hallways are surprisingly empty, and you wonder if the ship had a small crew or if it was so big there were just no people for miles in every section. Briefly, you remember the first time you were here the hallways near his room were empty then as well. Maybe people just avoided this part of the ship because Kylo Ren is a huge grump. 

You’re passing by a door when the pull tugs, and you roll your eyes, turning and phasing through it. It’s dark, none of the lights are on, and for a second you think the pull dragged you in here just for shits and giggles, but then a stark mechanical voice cuts through the quiet hum of electricity.

“What are you doing?” If you squint, you think you can see him in the corner of the room; his arms are crossed, and you can’t tell if it’s defensive or patronizing. A little of both, probably. You copy his stance, and try as you might, you’re sure you look more like a petulant child than any sort of intimidating.

“I'm on a spaceship in space, and you expect me to stay put?” Why did he care anyway? It’s not like you could actually touch anything on board, let alone break something. 

“You’re going to cause distractions.” As your eyes adjust to the dark room, you’re able to see Kylo better and take notable notice of his unwavering stare, suddenly subconscious of the fact that you are indeed still in the pajamas you went to bed in. Compared to his excessive getup, you were severely underdressed. Luckily that wasn’t an issue, all things considered.

“Distractions?” You squint your eyes at him, though you’re not sure if he can see it or not beneath the mask. “They can’t even see me.”

The silence stretches on a beat too long, and you’re confused as to why he seems adamant that your presence would be an interference. You couldn’t touch anything, and the only person who could see you was him. Surely he wasn’t implying he was distracted by your being there…right?

In a swift motion, Kylo Ren is stalking towards you and then passing by you in a motion so quick you might’ve been knocked over if he could actually touch you. It didn’t stop you from flinching at the suddenness. 

You follow after him at a normal distance this time; you know he knows you're there, and he knows you know he knows. Neither of you acknowledges this. Instead, you focus your attention on the rows of lights and panels and strange shapes and devices you’ve never seen before. This was so far beyond anything Earth was currently capable of it was almost comical. 

When you look at the far superior technology, you can’t help but be reminded of your conversation days ago, and it reignites a suspicion within you. You speed up your gait, something that feels nearly effortless without the weight of a real body, until you’re in front of Kylo, walking backwards as he doesn’t seem keen on stopping.

“Are you sure you’re not the one doing this? I mean, you obviously have the technology for it.” You try to keep the skepticism from your voice, but—well, you’re only human. And he was only…actually, you don’t know what he is.

“I would not waste the energy to elicit such an...obstruction.” He tilts his head towards you a little when he says the last part, and you frown. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle, and well, you shouldn’t be offended, but you are—just a little bit.

He makes a sudden turn you didn’t see coming—because you’re walking backwards—and you’re once again reminded of the vastness of this spaceship. Even more curious, though, is his natural navigation of the ship with seemingly no map or instructions. But maybe people from his planet are born with built-in Google Maps. Curse him and his deceptively human features. 

“Where are we?” you finally ask, after you’re over the initial sting of the jab. 

“We’re aboard my ship, the Steadfast, a resurgent-class star destroyer.” He says it in such a casual way, like you two were discussing the weather and not like he just spoke pure gibberish. 

“Wait, wait, wait—a star destroyer? What does that mean?” He gives you a look that you can feel through the mask, and you roll your eyes. “Obviously I know what those two words mean, but—it actually destroys stars? Like planets? With people on them?” He clenches his fists, and that dread you felt when he was interrogating you in your kitchen comes back. For some reason it felt so easy to forget how much of a threat this man was. Or how much he posed as one, at least.

Adamant on avoiding any outbursts or sudden whims for bloodlust from the man in front of you, you decide to stow away that information until further notice and change the subject.

You swallow, scan your brain for a new topic, and appreciate the way your ghost body doesn’t shake the way your real body would have right now. 

“So…twenty questions—” You’re abruptly interrupted by the sudden presence of the men in white armor rounding the corner towards you. They seem to freeze for a second before moving to hug the wall, their chins tall and shoulders tense. They don’t let up until the two of you have passed, and they seem to scurry away as soon as they’re out of Kylo’s eyesight.

“What was that about?” You’re not sure if he was going to answer you, but when you round the corner the men in white came from, there’s suddenly a hallway full of people. Some in white, some in some sort of uniform, and some who are…robots? As soon as they spot Kylo, they all seem to go quiet and stick to the walls, and even though you really want to, you avoid making a joke about how it feels like you’re walking with the Queen of England. 

“Wow…you’re kind of a big deal.”

You shouldn’t have said that out loud. You probably gave him an ego boost, not that you could tell since his reaction is covered by his mask. Maybe you should ask what that’s about for one of your questions. Though you desperately wanted to avoid the whole ‘fists-clenched-and-reaching-for-a-potential-weapon’ thing he liked to do when prodded for answers. So you choose a question you hope is a little less deadly.

“Who are those men in white armor?” You fold your arms and squint at him, speeding up so you can walk facing him—again. At least walking backwards is ten times easier without a corporeal form.

“You ask a lot of questions.” 

You snort, decidedly not bringing up the fact that he asked you just as many questions when he was in your world and you answered all of them. It wasn’t because you were intimidated or anything… In fact, to show him how not intimidating he was, you were going to be petty and be quiet. That’ll sure show him. 

You think you feel something deep inside of you groan and roll its eyes. Your dignity, probably.

You fall back into step with him, even walking just a little behind as your feet drag. Well, attempt to drag. You weren’t really touching the floor, but you couldn’t think too hard about that, or you might fall right through it. 

Kylo continues to say nothing, and you internally huff at his unaffectedness. It seemed like he only had two emotions: indifferent and angry. 

You pass by a few more people on your way to wherever, and when you pass one of the people in white armor who’s clinging to the wall as their head bows briefly in submission, you step towards them to get a better look.

The material of their suit is shiny and pristinely white, with a texture you wish you could feel; the urge to flick it and see how it reacts runs through you. There are only a few scuff marks, the majority of which are on the small, complicated-looking black device in their hands. If you look closely enough, you see it trembling slightly. Hmm. You spare a glance at the tall black figure who’s now stopped in the middle of the hall, then return your attention to your subject.

If you hadn’t already seen a few other human-like people’s faces, you’d assume masks and helmets were mandatory in this universe, seeing as Kylo never left his room without his and these people in white always had theirs on. By the shape of the mouthpiece, you wondered if it helped them breathe. Maybe only certain people could breathe on this spaceship? That didn’t seem fair. Then again, nothing about the man you accompany who claimed this as “his" spaceship screams fair.

“You.” A dark, robotic voice calls out, and you shiver. The other person flinches. Jeez. Either these guys were hyper-paranoid or Kylo was a bad boss. If only you could ask for the inside scoop, but alas, you’re stuck with tall, dark, and grumpy over there.

You turn to him, unsure if he was talking to you or Mr. Paranoid over here. His eyes are shielded from your sight, but somehow you get the feeling he was definitely talking to you. You throw your hands up in surrender, aware you’ve been caught, and mope your way back to his side. Really? He wasn’t even going to let you explore? Where was his sense of joy? Whimsy? Adventure?

Probably on one of those stars he destroyed, you think to yourself, though the urge to mutter it is strong. 

You spare a glance back at Mr. Paranoid to see him heave a sigh of relief, stumbling a little as he continues his walk down the hall in the opposite direction. Poor guy, you hope he works through that trauma in space therapy.

Turning back to Kylo, you eye him with a newfound curiosity, even greater than before. He called this his ship; people stop to let him pass, and they nearly shit themselves when they think he’s called on them. Just what was this guy's deal? Who did the universe tie you to? Why would you be connected to someone so dangerous? Were you ever going to learn why this was happening? 

Your thoughts are interrupted by the subject of your thoughts’ voice, “Distractions,” is all he says, and you snicker, but you swear you hear a fragment of teasing this time. No way. Did Grumpy McGrumperson know how to crack a joke? Somebody go tell Mr. Paranoid right now; maybe they could become best friends after all.

Kylo and Paranoid sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N–

“Are you going to do the opposite of everything I tell you?“ aaaand there he goes. Damn it, you thought you two were having a good time. He was 0.1% funny, you were 0.1% closer to not dying… You had a good thing going. Why did it feel like every time you got closer to opening him up, he shut you out? 

If he visits Earth again, you’re taking him to therapy.

Sighing, you speed walk ahead of Kylo and wave your hand in front of what looks like some sort of human captain or officer's face. He keeps walking without blinking an eye as his head goes directly through your hand. Or vice versa. You shiver at the sight of it but don’t feel any more solid than before. You didn’t actually know if that would work again.

“S-see? They can’t see me, or hear me, or…” Your eyes drift to the hand the person walked through. For some reason—God knows why because you’re certainly not freaking out—it’s shaking. “or touch me.” 

Kylo’s stopped walking again; you can feel his eyes bore into you, but your gaze remains fixed on your hand. They can’t touch you. Nobody can touch you. You practically don’t exist. What would you do if Kylo couldn’t see or hear you? You’d probably think you died and went to Space Heaven. What if this was permanent? What if you couldn’t go back home and you stayed a ghost in this world forever? What if this started happening to you when you woke up on Earth?

The shakiness in your hand increases, and you grasp it with your other hand to make it stop but it only gets worse. The sound of men in white marching blurs with the hammering of your heart until you can’t tell which is which. The low hum of electricity that had become background noise grows and grows until it becomes almost unbearable, battling with the train of your thoughts. 

Were you even… real anymore? Had you died that night the car almost hit you? The ground beneath you looks like it shifts, and nausea suddenly overwhelms you. That’s right, you were moving. Your body was moving on a spaceship. Or it would be—if you were really here. 

You wanted to wake up—no, you needed to wake up. You didn’t want to be here anymore, You couldn’t be. One of your feet phases through the floor and your body collapses; you catch yourself on your hands in a fall that surely would’ve hurt if you could feel it. You can’t feel the floor. Your vision starts to go a little blurry as panic consumes you. You feel nauseous, but could you even throw up? What… What was happening to you? 

As you tremble on the ground, you don’t even register the soft click and hiss above you. It’s not until his face comes into view that you realize his helmet is off. 

He’s crouching in front of you. He doesn’t attempt to touch you. Neither of you knows what would happen if he did. You’re too shaken to test it right now. Your eyes meet his, and even through your fear a twinge of embarrassment creeps up through you. Because as you stare at his blank face, you know the expressions he sees on yours:

Terror. 

Pt.10

A/n: I've been really wanting to do a q&a, if you guys have any questions please leave them in the comments and I'll do my best to answer them! ~ ☆

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[upon-a-starry-night]

While We Dream Pt.8

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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After maneuvering around the brick wall of a man in your kitchen, you finally manage to grab yourself some water to hopefully help cool your nerves. At least the kitchen island managed to put somewhat of a barrier between you two, though the constant feeling of eyes burning into you has you rubbing your temple with a sigh. The scent of sage is still lingering through the house, and your eyes glance at the closed windows one too many times. Your hands tap restlessly against the smooth glass of your cup. You clearly had much bigger problems.

So much has happened in the past thirty minutes that you have no chance of understanding, but you’re by far the most confused by what you’ve just been asked.

You ask… Kylo, as he told you to call him, to repeat himself. 

“What is a dog?” 

Oh, good. Okay, so you weren’t imagining that absolutely absurd question coming out of his mouth. You bite your lip in apprehension. Having forgotten for just a second that this man was not from Earth, no matter how human he looked. You fight the shiver that climbs your spine, a question forcing its way from your throat before you can think. 

“Where did you say you were from again?” Uncertainty laces the question, the taste of it metallic and hard to swallow. Certainly unrelated to the open wound you’ve managed to tear into your lip.

It feels like a bucket of ice has doused the small flame of confidence you had stoked. You had no idea how dangerous this man was or what his intentions were. The scar on his face certainly told you more than you wanted to know. This man… was not from here, and just because the door couldn’t touch him doesn’t mean he couldn’t touch you. He probably had all kinds of otherworldly technology if the weird rod on his hip was any indication.

He barely twitches, and you’d have assumed he hadn’t heard you if it weren’t for the way his eyes sharpen. 

“You told your neighbors I was a stray dog.” You try again to swallow the heavy lump in your throat that you’re beginning to suspect might be your heart. You didn’t know he heard you. “Is that an insult?” His tone is final; you get the feeling if you tell him the wrong answer….

His hand twitches at his side, and with every second you don’t answer him, you can feel his patience waning. Your heart pounds, but your throat refuses to work. The glass of water trembles only slightly as you bring it to your lips. You were in no position to explain that fact, that it technically could be an insult, but that you certainly hadn’t meant it that way.

You get the feeling he might not believe you.

Before he can get more irritated or attempt to use the metal rod on his hip, you fish your phone out of your pocket and fumble to unlock it.

“I’ll… I’ll show you." 

Maybe he couldn’t touch you, but you had no idea if the thing on his hip followed the same rules. Either way, this man exudes intimidation like he’s a cop and you’re a teen that just got caught trying to rob a bank. Even his posture seemed to scream, ‘You’re out of your league.’

What was it he had called himself earlier? ‘Supreme leader?’ Yeah, whoever this guy was, he definitely had experience in doing… Whatever it was he was doing to you right now.

You Google ‘dogs’ and click the images option, sliding the phone across the kitchen island counter as far as you’re willing to reach towards him. 

His eyes hone in on the small device, and your hands fidget. His view is limited to only six images on your small screen, but his eyes drink them all in. You’re certainly not going to try reaching over to scroll down for him. 

You hope he enjoys the pictures of what looks to be a golden retriever puppy, a German shepherd, and… You cringe—a pug. Well, life was good while it lasted. 

Honestly, you’re a little surprised he’s not asking you to take him to your leader or stealing all your cows like you thought was standard alien protocol. No, instead he wanted to make sure that you hadn’t insulted him in your frantic attempt at grasping your sanity. Maybe you should’ve let your neighbors call the police on you…

Toast comes up to play with your foot, and you flinch at the unexpected presence. At the very least, you had enough self-control to not accidentally dropkick your cat. It wasn’t his fault; he didn’t know you were holding your breath that the 6-foot-something man across from you didn’t find a way to strangle you without hands.

The silence stretches on for an almost unbearable amount of time, and you shift on your feet, taking another sip of water and glancing at all the windows once more for an entirely new reason. 

Kylo stares at your phone long after the screen goes dark, and you bite your lip again, tearing at the soft flesh that’s already becoming a little raw. Maybe one day you’ll kick the nervous habit, but right now it was all you could do to ground yourself in reality.

“It was an excuse!” You blurt out when the tension becomes too much. His eyes snap to yours, and you figure now is as good a time as any to try and explain yourself. Before you gave him any more time to contemplate how to kill you just by glaring at your phone.

“My neighbors couldn’t see you—which I don’t know about where you’re from, but here something like that could get me locked away for years.” Avoiding eye contact in favor of your half-full glass of water and a singular glance at Toast as he saunters away from you to the other side of the island. “I didn’t want them to think I was… I was crazy.”

You cringe again as you say it; maybe you weren’t helping your case by admitting that people would think you’re crazy for seeing him.

“It wasn’t an insult.” You finally clarify; a drop of condensation rolls down the glass in a way you can relate to. Your clothes on the precipice of being a little too glued to your body. It was summer, after all, and you hadn’t had the chance to turn on your AC. Your eyes slide over to your windows once again for an entirely third reason. You’d never again underestimate the power of an open window.

Your attention is pulled from your thoughts at the slightest crumb of movement in front of you, the most you’ve seen from the man in what’s felt like hours. 

His chin has dipped an inch, and his eyes are cast downward at something far enough down you can’t see it from where you’re standing. The look in his eyes shifted from a daunting glare to something a little more…curious.

It sparks a human need in you to see what has drawn his attention, and you briefly consider rounding the corner just to get a glimpse, but you know what they say: curiosity killed the cat.

Your eyes widen, darting around your living room for any sign of a tiny fluffball bounding his way around, but there is none. Your cat is very likely on the other side of the island doing who knows what to Kylo’s feet. Now you really wished you could round the corner to see what was going on. You push onto your toes as subtly as you can, straining just a little, but it’s no use.

Questions race through your mind: Can your cat touch him? Was he currently trying to gnaw off Kylo’s ankles like he does to you? God, you hope this man doesn’t kill your precious, brainless son for lacking environmental awareness.

“This creature…” he starts, his head tilting a total of 0.2 degrees, and you reach for your phone to Google ‘cats,’ stopping short when his scrutiny turns back to you, both of you tensing.

You have no idea why he’s so on edge; sure, the circumstance was unfamiliar, but he clearly had all the power in this situation. His presence alone made you want to shrink in on yourself, and you were in the safety of your own house!

A car drives by outside, and he turns his head to it; you, as subtly as you can, grab your phone and place it in your pocket.

“Your technology is outdated.” You squint your eyes at him, taking in his expressions and posture, and only when you’re sure he’s not on the verge of manslaughter do you shrug. There’s not much you can say to that. It’s not like you were in a position to give a five-hour lecture on how humanity has come a great deal from Flintstones-level technology.

Compared to what this guy has seen, it was probably nothing anyway, which reminded you—

“That place I saw in my dreams,” his eyes shift from the view of the street to you, and you suppress a shiver at the eye contact—this man could hold a gaze like he was an emperor. “That’s where you’re from? “Your world?”

Absent-mindedly, you rhythmically tap the glass of water once more, wishing for the sound of rain or anything to drown out the recurring silences between you two. Unfortunately, the universe hated you and liked to see you suffer.

The nod of his head is almost imperceptible, and he doesn’t provide you with any more information than that, which is rude considering you answered all of his questions so diligently despite being freaked out of your mind.

Foregoing a sigh for fear of irritating him, you nod your head in acknowledgement and take a sip of your water, your throat suddenly dry.

Somewhere outside, you hear your neighbors talking to one another, the birds chirping and singing, and the trees rustling in the gentle summer breeze. The sun shines through your windows and brightens the whole house. It’s hard for you to imagine living your life without these kinds of subtle pleasantries.

You remember watching a documentary that explained how space was completely silent. Had Kylo lived his whole life in that silence? Instead of birds and trees, was all he had the low hum of electricity aboard a spaceship? It all seemed so…cold.

Was that why he was being so silent? Was this new to him? Were the birds and sun too much for his senses? After all, you had no idea how long he’d lived in space—his whole life? Only part of it? 

Still, it doesn’t explain why he’s being so cryptic about everything… unless—

“Are you the one doing this?” You eye him with a newfound skepticism; you had no idea what his technology was capable of, and he certainly wasn’t keen on telling you about it. 

This time, when he shakes his head, his brows furrow, and for a second you think you see a hint of genuine confusion, but then it’s gone. 

And so is he.

One second he was standing in your living room right across from you, and the next it’s like he was never there. The rudeness of it is so abrupt it takes you a second; you blink dumbly at the empty space he was just occupying before rounding the island. The only thing that greets you on the other side is Toast, your precious cat, who swats at the place where Kylo used to be and then turns triumphantly to go take a nap. Having concluded that he vanquished whatever was there.

You supposed that meant the coast was clear… for now. Maybe you should still book an appointment…

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Kylo awakes to the sound of an officer outside his door, the knocking having roused him abruptly from his sleep. Although he’d hardly call what just happened a dream.

“Supreme Leader, your presence is requested for an urgent meeting.” 

He sighs out a response, hardly fazed by the interruption. He was lucky to get any amount of sleep after taking on his position as Supreme Leader. 

He sits up, rolling his shoulders, and is surprised at the lack of heaviness that usually follows. Was this a result of the interaction that transpired while he slept? This… This was something different. Entirely different from his dyad connection with Rey and yet so similar.

He stands and begins to get ready, pausing when he gets to his gloves. His mind drifts to that cold night with Rey, when their hands touched through the bond—then it shifts to you. He slips the gloves on and clenches his fists. He wills the thoughts of last night far from his mind as he slips on his helmet. He had work to do. An empire to crumble. His mind could not be swayed by yet another distraction.

No matter how intriguing she and her world are.

Pt.9

A/n: Guess who's baaaaaaaaack! ~ ☆

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[upon-a-starry-night]

hi! i love love love while we dream and i think about it all the time 💕💕 i hope all is well!

Hi! This is literally so sweet stop! 💞 I’m sorry the next chapter is taking so long I had to scrap it and rewrite it 😭 (i’ve also been in a bit of a writing slump but we don’t talk about that) I’m promise I’m working on getting it out as soon as possible!

[upon-a-starry-night]

Christmas Party Panic

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader (No use of y/n)

Ficmas Masterlist Star wars masterlist

Word Count: 7.7k

Summary: Your coworker put you in an uncomfortable situation, so your boss Kylo helps you out. Simple as that.

Or maybe not…

A/n: a small treat to hold you over until I finish the next chapter of While We Dream. ~Starry

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The soft hum of Christmas music echoes through the mostly empty office, most people having already gone home for the day. You can’t help but envy them. Aside from you and Rey, there’s only the janitor and… your boss. Kylo Ren. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him leave early—or at all, really. You admired his work ethic, but you also worried for him, although you couldn’t really talk.

You’ve just finished hanging up the last green and red streamers over the break room door when your friend and coworker Rey approaches you. She’s the whole reason you got roped into helping decorate for the Christmas work party, and you’re a little scared of the excited gleam in her eyes as she draws near. 

The sound of your name jolts your attention to Rey, and you realize you missed what she said. She huffs but doesn’t seem entirely upset and repeats herself.

“I said, I’m a little disappointed you didn’t tell me you’re bringing someone to the party” Her words take a few moments to register in your head, and you’re about to tell her that you’re definitely not bringing someone, but a reminder of a conversation with your coworker earlier drags a groan from you.

You’d just been taking your lunch break when your male coworker Alvin approached you. It wasn’t uncommon that you’d chat with people during lunch, but you felt uneasy about the look in his eyes when he settled into the seat next to you. He tried making idle chat with you while you scarfed down your sandwich, but eventually he got to the point of his visit.

“So… I haven't heard that you’re bringing anyone to the Christmas party." Your eyes widened at his statement, realizing his intentions in singling you out during lunch. It’s not like this was his first time asking you out, but he never seemed to get the hint. “I’d like to be the one who takes you. Wouldn't want you coming all alone." He laughs so condescendingly you flinch, searching for any way to get out of the awkwardness of 3 hours glued to this prick's hip.

“I uh, actually already have a date.” You lie. It’s the only thing you can think to do in the moment, and it seems to work as he mumbles out some excuse and storms away. You didn’t think he'd go around telling the whole office, especially because you just planned on bringing your sister if she was free. But now here you were with an angry best friend and rumors that you were bringing a date. No doubt all of your coworkers' eyes were going to be on you at that party.

“That’s because…” You start to answer Rey, but movement in the corner of your eyes distracts you, and you turn your head to see Kylo standing from his desk. His tall frame never ceases to surprise you no matter how many times you’ve passed him by and you watch as he slides on his long black coat and grabs his bag.

It was incredibly unfair how good he could make a simple black coat look with his broad shoulders and unique features; it was no surprise he was the object of many of your coworkers affection. He’d set nearly the entire female staff alight when he’d taken over for your old boss just under a year ago, although his quiet and clipped nature seemed to deter most of them…not all of them, though…

Most importantly, you were shocked that he was packing up already. He’s never left early before, but…maybe he was going to meet up with a woman. You heard Christmas hookups were popular these days. Though he didn’t really seem like the type.

Your eyes track him as he shuts his office door, a foggy glass just like the rest of his walls (thank god for blinds), and makes his way towards the two of you. Your eyes catch his, and you smile, sucking in a sharp, involuntary breath as he comes to stand in front of you. His scent invading your senses

“Leaving early today?” The question slips from your tongue. You know he’s not one for much small talk, but he’s not rude enough to ignore you either. He shakes his head, and your eyes are drawn to the long black curls that frame his face, never before noticing how soft they looked. He runs a hand through them, and his eyes dart to the elevator. You hope you aren’t keeping him from something important by making idle chat.

“Stepping out for some coffee” Comes his reply, in a deep baritone voice; it’s a little rough, you’d guess from not speaking much all day- or maybe that’s how it always sounds…

“Ah.” You wrack your brain for a more intelligent reply but come up short. Would it be stupid to tell him to enjoy it? To joke about bringing you some? To make him promise to stay warm in the harsh winter weather outside. You shiver just thinking about it.

Consumed by your thoughts, you fail to notice as Kylo’s eyes drift around the office, taking in the decorations you’ve spent a good couple of hours crafting and hanging. You’re only pulled back to reality when his voice reaches your ears once more.

“It looks good in here.” You try not to preen at the praise. You would hope it looked good; Rey had managed to convince him to put them up a few days early, and she’d forced you into it as her only accomplice. Most of your coworkers had been surprised that he’d said yes to it since most of them assumed he was a Scrooge, but you knew better. He might be quiet and socially inept, but you noticed the coffee he’d buy for everyone during meetings and the extra PTO he gave to your pregnant coworker last month; he was an office worker's dream boss in every way except socializing.

But there had been something bothering you as of late. At the risk of overworking yourself, you’d been staying late to work on a few projects a couple of times a week. It wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, but it wasn’t like you were enjoying yourself. Sometimes you were there so late that the lights would shut off, and you’d be forced to blink extra hard against the bright blue light of your computer.

But a couple of months ago something peculiar started happening. You would get up to go to the bathroom, and when you came back, there’d be a cup of hot chocolate on your desk, or a light snack, or you'd find your papers neatly organized. And on one very specific occasion, when you dozed off late one night, you awoke half an hour later to a blanket draped over your shoulders.

Each and every time the main suspect to these gifts remained exactly where he’d been, stuffed in his glass box of an office, having looked none the wiser. But there was no other explanation if it wasn’t him, unless the janitor was sweet on you. 

You look up at the 60-year-old married man sweeping up practically nothing from the gray carpet flooring. In the few conversations you’ve had with him, he’s used every opportunity to talk about his wife and grandchild that’s on the way. So if it wasn't him that only left… You look back up at the man staring down at you. His face giving nothing away

“Thank you.” It feels like you’re saying it for more than just his compliment, but whether he understands or not, you’re unsure. He just gives you a curt nod and glances down at his watch.

“Will you be here much longer?” 

“Oh no, we’re almost done. We’ll probably be gone by the time you’re back. You hallucinate the look of disappointment on his face- at least that’s what you convince yourself, because there was no way your boss would look at you like that. Maybe he was just hoping you’d stay late and do more work.

“Then have a good night.” You nod, and he walks off. When he’s sufficiently out of earshot, Rey slaps you on your arm, and you flinch, turning to see her appalled expression.

“Oh my GOD, what was that?” You’re more than a little confused at her dramatic reaction to such a simple conversation.

“What was what?” 

“Um, what was that between you and Kylo? How is this the first time I'm seeing this?” You make your way back over to your desk, packing up your bag and turning off your computer. You were done with the decorations for tonight. 

“See what, Rey? I’m not comprehending…” She gives you a flat look; either she doesn’t believe you, or she doesn't believe how ignorant you are.

“You’re not being serious. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that man have a conversation that long that wasn't about work." You shrug; that’s how most of your conversations went with him, and you’d hardly consider it your longest.

“We talk sometimes.”

She’s silent, and you turn from your desk to find her watching you with an expression you can't decipher. “ Is he who you’re bringing to the Christmas party?” You can’t help the jolt your body does.

“W-what? What gave you that impression?” You’re sure you’re blushing and she can definitely tell. She was wrong, but that didn’t stop her words from planting a seed in your head. Going out with Kylo…

“Oh I don’t know, maybe it was the palpable tension between you two, or the way he looked disappointed you were leaving, or the blush you sport every time I bring him up.” Her thoughts stir something dangerous in you- a hope you really shouldn’t encourage, but— “What aren't you telling me?” 

You hesitate, wondering if you should tell her about the things you’ve experienced working late or not, but when she fixes you with an expectant gaze, you give in and begin telling her as you step into the elevator together.

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“You’re kidding!” You shyly shake your head as Rey grabs your shoulders and maintains an intimidating amount of eye contact. “You’re telling me this man has been secretly showering you with gifts and affection for months, and you haven’t jumped his bones?”

You shove her away from you with a laugh, hiding your blush by chastising her for her inappropriate words, but she just smirks at you.

“I’m just saying, he 100% has a crush on you. And judging by your reaction, I think you have one on him too." You don't bother to deny it, and she cackles. You already thought he was handsome from the moment you met, but now, after experiencing this soft, caring side to him, you can’t help but get flustered every time you think of him. About what it would be like if-

Shaking your head, you let a rueful smile cross your face. “He’s my boss. I can’t” 

Rey’s silent for a short while, digesting your words, and you take the time to pointedly avoid thinking about what a relationship with Kylo would feel like.

“You know… you got promoted last year before he even became your boss.” You turn to her, wondering where she's going with this: “I think as long as you don’t suddenly get promoted after you start dating him, no one would care. We’ve worked with you a long time. We all know how hardworking you are.” You swallow the lump in your throat; somehow she always knows what to say to ease your anxiety.

“So you think…” The elevator arrives on the ground floor at the same time your brain arrives at the idea of you and Kylo. Rey grabs your arm and forces you to look at her as the doors slide open, a genuine look in her eyes.

“I think you should ask him out.” 

A choking cough draws your attention to outside the elevator doors… where Kylo stands, coffee in hand and a surprised look in his eyes.

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That evening replays in your head endlessly for the next couple of days. 

Rey was the first one to jump into action when Kylo choked on his coffee, asking if he was alright and patting his back, but even while coughing, his eyes never left yours.

You felt frozen on the spot; you didn’t know how much he’d heard, but judging from the way he was looking at you, he’d probably heard too much. The shocked- almost worried—look in his eyes has been haunting you. 

You muttered out a quick apology and practically dragged Rey to the doors, ignoring the soft brush of fingers trying to grasp your wrist.

When you made it outside, you could already feel the lump in your throat, but it was too cold to cry right now. It wasn’t like it was an outright rejection, but… there was a chance he had that look because he was worried you’d ruin your strictly professional relationship by asking him out. Maybe he did those kind things for you because he wanted to be your friend or prove he was a good boss.

So you’ve been avoiding him all week, leaving at the same time as everyone else and taking your lunches outside of work. On top of that, you still have no solution to your problem. You’ve been trying to avoid questions about who you’re bringing, but it’s hard when Alvin seems dead set on asking you every day, and even worse, your sister said she couldn't make it. Now you really had no idea what to do.

Today you got to work early, earlier than even Kylo does, in hopes of avoiding both him and Alvin; unfortunately, the latter must have predicted that you’d be here because the second you step out of the elevator, he’s there. Alvin, in all his coffee-stained, off-white button-up and slacks glory.

He bombards you with questions the second you step out of the elevator, following you all the way to your desk as you place your things down. You thought coming in early would save you, but now you have to deal with this for even longer than usual. Great.

You make your way to the breakroom for coffee, passing under the streamers and trying not to think of the other evening again as the nagging continues.

“C’mon, I know you don’t really have anyone. Just let me take you; I promise to make it worth your while.” You cringe. 

“I’m okay, really-”

“I’ll even treat you to dinner.” He practically traps you against the counter, “And maybe we can go to my place and-” His hand is inches from grabbing your shoulder when the voice of God interrupts.

“What are you doing?” Oh no, that wasn’t God, that was- 

Alvin turns around, looking more than a little peeved, until he spots the much taller, much more intimidating man. He practically shrinks under Kylo’s gaze, and you have half the mind to laugh if you weren’t also trying to avoid it. For more reason than one.

Kylo’s eyes shift between the two of you, and you watch as he clenches his jaw before sighing.

“I would appreciate it if you could keep personal affairs outside of work hours.” You wouldn’t call Kylo a strict boss; in fact, in comparison to most, he was probably the least traditional. Right now though, you’re more nervous than you’ve ever been.

“We were just talking about the work party, Sir.” You certainly don’t know where Alvin got the gall to argue against Kylo Ren, but you weren’t happy to be roped into it. Kylo seems shocked by Alvin's boldness as well, as he pinches the bridge of his nose and shuts his eyes. Clearly not wanting to deal with this situation so early in the morning.

“I need to see you in my office.” At first you assume he’s talking to Alvin, but his eyes are on you. Right. It probably wouldn’t do much good to talk to Alvin; he’d just argue more. So now you were the one who had to deal with the aftermath of Alvin’s insistence.

You only manage to nod your head, following him out of the break room and in the direction of his office. You’re struck between being happy you avoided one confrontation and upset you’re being forced into an even worse one.

You shut his door behind the two of you, standing quietly in the middle of his office, and he rounds his desk, taking off his coat and rolling up his sleeves. It was certainly hotter in the room than it was before. You focus on the stapler on his desk to avoid both his eyes and his forearms. You don’t think you could handle either of them right now.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I tried to tell him I’m not interested, but he keeps approaching me on company time. He just won’t take no for an answer…” Your hands are clenched into fists at your sides, and the air is so tense you could choke. When he doesn’t answer right away, you look up at him to see his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s got this displeased expression on his face. Guess your apology wasn’t enough.

He says your name to get your attention. “If he’s harassing you, you should file a complaint.” Oh. You swallow your nerves. That’s not what you’d been expecting. You thought he was going to reprimand you for loitering in the break room on company time.

“It’s fine…” He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t interrupt. “Alvin just wants to know who I’m bringing to the Christmas party…” 

It’s his turn to look surprised, and you guess he hadn’t caught wind of the gossip spreading around the office. Then again, he didn’t talk to anyone enough to hear the gossip. “You’re bringing someone?” 

Again, it’s not the question you expect him to ask, but you’re uncomfortable nonetheless. What should you do? Should you tell him the truth or should you lie? It’s not like you had any reason to tell him the truth, but… why did you find yourself wanting to tell him? Maybe it was because he just saved you from an awkward situation. Maybe it was because he’s your boss. Or maybe it was because deep down you trusted him.

All throughout your internal dilemma Kylo just sits there patiently, never prying or getting irate. He just stares at you with those dark, beautiful eyes, snowflakes melting in his soft black hair, and enough charm to make Hallmark movie love interests look like amateurs. 

“Actually…” You unclench your fists in favor of twisting your fingers together so you have something to do while you explain your situation to him. When you’re finished, he’s got this really pensive look on his face, leaning his forearms against the edge of his desk as he bites his lip and- 

Wow- that really is an exceptional stapler. It must be high quality, bet it staples like nothing you’ve ever stapled before.

“Have you told anyone else?” You shake your head, still avoiding looking at the lower half of his face for no particular reason.

“Good. I’ll be your date then.” His words are like a smack to the face: “If you’re comfortable, of course.”

You blink, pinch yourself, and then blink again. Nothing. “I’m sorry, what?” 

He stands from his desk and comes around to stand in front of you, your eyes level with his chest. You can’t bring yourself to look up, and your brain is of no help since it’s switching between a loop of ‘date date date date’ and ‘tall tall tall tall.’

“We’re both going anyway; it would save both of us from the trouble of unwanted questions.” Oh… for a second you thought

“No, I can’t ask that of you, i-” His hands cover yours, and it takes you a second to realize he’s stopping you from your nervous fidgeting. His are so much bigger than yours and surprisingly warm for someone who just came in from the snow. You’re trying not to let all the blood rush to your cheeks by stopping your heart, but it doesn't seem to be working.

He calls your name quietly, and you’re brought from your thoughts back to dark, warm eyes. “ I want to help.” 

You sigh in relief, “Thank goodness. Saves me the trouble of hiring a fake date off of Craigslist. 

His brows furrow once again, a frown overtaking the slight smile he had started to sport.

“That’s dangerous.” 

You shrug. It was your last resort. Plus, isn’t that how all the good rom-coms start out? Maybe Kylo was stopping you from your own hallmark romance by helping you out. You glance down at your hands still engulfed by his, and your breath hitches. Or maybe he was starting one.

~~

You and Kylo don’t have much time to prepare considering the Christmas work party was…tonight. After the two of you finally let go of each other, you sat down to discuss your game plan.

“What if people ask about you being my date? Won’t they think it’s a little weird considering…”

He shrugs, clearly not bothered by the notion of what others might think, but after a few seconds of contemplation, he seems to have found a solution.

“Tell them we’re dating.”

It takes a few seconds for his words to register; your brain short circuits, and your heart stills.

“...Is that… okay?” You swallow. It’s not like you were opposed to the idea of letting everyone believe you pulled him for a little while. Maybe you could even trick yourself into believing it. 

“I agree it might raise some suspicion if anyone were to ask, and I don’t think it would hurt to let everyone believe that you and I were together.” If you look hard enough, you think you might spot a light dusting of pink across his cheeks.

If you had a glass of water, you’d do a spit take right about now. There was no way your crush/boss just suggested you fake date while blushing like a teenage boy. You had to be dreaming.

 “And your coworker might find it suspicious that you’ve been claiming to have a date but only show up with me after our meeting this morning.” You nod, he would probably call you out on it. “If we claim we’ve been dating for a short while, then we could say that we were discussing our outfits or something.” It’s the most you’ve ever heard the man say at once and you’re a little endeared by his nervous rambling. Who knew the ever intimidating, quiet Kylo Ren could be so…cute.

Still, it's not like you had any plans of refusing his offer. 

“Okay. We’ll pretend to date, but just for tonight." You don’t need to add any more fuel to your delusional fantasies.

He nods, and the two of you get to planning out as many of the details as you can before people begin trickling into the office. You’ve got the basics of your meet-cute and slow ascent into a relationship down when the clock chimes, signaling your official start time.

You stand from his desk, stretching a bit and pretending like you don’t see the way his eyes trace the movement. “Oh- people might get suspicious if we don’t hug or anything at the party… Is it okay if we-”

He smiles at you, the kind of smile you’re not used to seeing from him, and it makes your insides go warm. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” You nod and slip out of his office, brain screaming that he said “you” and not “it.” You groan; there was no way you were going to be productive when Kylo Ren had just told you he’d take care of you. In broad daylight, no less.

~~~~~~~~~

You arrive a little early to the office that evening as requested by Rey. Apparently, food was a day-of affair, and you’d been the lucky bastard assigned to pick it up. Rey’s fixing up a few of the decorations that had gotten crooked during the week. Some of these office workers walked through a tinsel-covered doorway like there was a fire on their side. 

You take a sip of your punch as your coworkers begin to trickle in, complimenting their attire and making idle chat. Most of the men have come in suits while the women have come in tight-fitting dresses they aren’t usually allowed to wear to work. You’re in the beautiful outfit you bought months ago, and the confidence it gives you makes you stand a little taller. It was either that or the heels.

Your lovely evening comes to a screeching halt, however, when a cocky voice interrupts your current conversation.

“Where’s your date, huh? You know you didn't have to lie just because you didn't want to go with me. That's just embarrassing.” Apparently he’d moved on from wooing you and was now set on embarrassing you instead. Some men just can’t handle rejection maturely. Still, he’d spoken loud enough that some of your coworkers had heard and were now whispering to each other.

You felt like you were in high school all over again. For a minute you considered going home, but you wouldn't let yourself be bullied out of a fun experience by this child. 

“I said he’s on his way, Alvin. I know you have a hard time comprehending the word ‘No’ but I didn’t know you struggled so much with the rest of the English language as well." Okay, so being civil has gone completely out of the window. Did someone spike the punch?

You can tell you struck a nerve, and he looks about ready to call you every slur in the book when the elevator dings. Your date stepping out and looking handsome as ever. He shakes the snow from his hair as he stalks over to you, wrapping an arm around your hip and pulling you into his side. The entire office just gapes at you as generic Christmas jingles play through the speakers. 

“Sorry I’m late.” He apologizes, bending down to plant a kiss to the top of your head with such ease it would seem like you’ve done this before. So this is what he meant when he said he’d take care of you, huh? You could get used to this. 

“I was picking this up.” He hands a paper over to Alvin with satisfaction in his eyes. “Enjoy the party, it will be your last with this department” Gasps and murmurs are heard throughout the office and you think somewhere in there the music stops. Office people really had nothing better to do with their lives. This was probably like a real life soap opera to them. 

Alvin scrunches the paper beneath his grip as he reads it over, his fury amplifying tenfold, as evident by his red face and the vein threatening to burst from his forehead. When he looks up, his face is practically murderous as he glares at Kylo Ren.

“I’m being moved to another department?! After everything I’ve done? What’s the reason?”

A smile overtakes Kylo’s face, his eyes crinkling at the sides, and the atmosphere instantly chills. No one’s ever seen Kylo smile, at least not like this. It’s a wicked, cruel, satisfied sneer, completely opposite to the one he gave you in his office this morning. You’d hate to be on the receiving end of this one.

“Harassment.” Is the only reply Kylo offers, and Alvin pales. The nosy coworkers around you whisper amongst themselves, and you watch as all the fight drains out of Alvin, leaving him a sad, embarrassed mess. He doesn’t say another word as he turns and stomps away; the unfortunate people who don’t move out of his way in time get shoulder-checked, and you watch as his reputation crumbles to the ground.

It takes a couple of minutes, but once the rest of the office workers assume that the drama has finished, the music starts back up and the party resumes like nothing had happened. Except for the addition of your date.

Rey walks up beside you moments later, patting you on the shoulder and giving you a proud once-over. “That was beautiful to witness.” You roll your eyes but don’t deny the satisfaction thrumming through you. You handed Kylo the report sometime around noon but you hadn’t expected him to act on it so fast. 

As Rey fills Kylo in on what’s been going on at the party, you let your eyes drift over the office. Most people seemed to be having a good time, but there was a group of women across the room who wouldn't stop staring at you- or more specifically, at the pair of you.

As if he reads your mind, Kylo begins rubbing small circles into your hips, a small gesture that threatens to make you melt right here and now. Rey gives you a look but doesn’t comment as she excuses herself to go get punch.

Now that you’re practically alone, Kylo takes the moment to dip his head down to your ear; his face is cold from the snow, and a shiver runs down your spine as his skin nearly makes contact with yours.

“You look stunning.” 

Your heart pounds, all of its blood rushing to your face. If you turned your head, your lips would be centimeters from his. But he was your boss, and this was all for show, so you take a deep breath and try to ignore how good it feels when he touches you. How used to it you already are.

“Thank you.” Turning around, you drink in the sight of him. He’s wearing black pants and a black turtleneck, donning a grey trench coat instead of his usual black. His outfit isn’t much different from what he wears daily, but somehow he looks even better than usual. Maybe it was because- at least for tonight- he was yours.

“I see you’re really branching out with your style this evening.” He smirks, and your heart skips a beat. My god, this was going to be a long night.

~~~~~

Kylo held close to you the whole evening, playing the dutiful role of partner and date by bringing you punch and appetizers. 

You weren’t allowed to participate in most of the games since you set them up, but that didn’t stop Kylo from trying his hand at a few. It’s safe to say he was not going to be your first pick for partner during game night. 

You flinch a little at your own thoughts. All throughout the night you kept picturing what it would be like if he were your actual partner, and it was becoming dangerous. Mostly because of how much you wanted it to happen. You were practically halfway to imagining coming home to him cooking dinner and asking how work was. Which was stupid because you worked at the same place.

Things only got worse when, at some point in the night, the two of you found yourselves caught under the mistletoe. You probably could’ve just walked away considering no one else noticed, but the second Kylo noticed, he tipped your chin up towards him and smiled, sending your stomach into somersaults. 

You tried to calm your racing heart, bracing yourself as you felt his warmth inch closer. You shut your eyes and wait for the moment his lips touch yours, but after a while it never comes. His dark chuckle fills the air, and embarrassment floods through you at how desperate you probably looked. Before you can push away from him, however, you feel his nose brush against your cheek, his low voice at your ear.

“The first time I kiss you, I’ll make sure it’s because you ask me to, not because you think I feel obligated by this stupid tradition.” His deep voice whispers, breath warm against your ear. “Not like this.”

He kisses the edge of your jaw, just below your ear, and a shiver runs down your spine. His lips are warm and soft and ever so delicate against your skin.

You want to turn your lips to his, ask him to kiss you, do anything to continue this feeling, but you’re frozen on the spot, your body refusing to move from either shock or disbelief. It’s only a few seconds, but it’s enough time for Kylo to freeze up and pull away, his fists clenching at his sides as his eyes refuse to meet yours.

“I’m sorry.” He barely gives you enough time to process his words before he’s walking away and disappearing into the crowd. 

You don’t know what to do, your mind and body at odds, but your heart is desperate to do whatever it takes to have him that close again. It’s the furthest he’s been from you the whole night, and you’re quick to miss the comfort of his touch. But if you went after him, if you asked him for what he’d practically confirmed you both wanted…what would people think?

You had to find Rey.

~~~~~~

You find Rey in the break room-turned-drink-station restocking the hot chocolate bar; all it takes is one look at you for her to immediately rush over, worry evident on her face. You have no idea what you look like right now, but it must be bad enough if Rey’s reacting so strongly.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on? Did Alvin do something?” You softly shake your head, unsure how to start the conversation. There was so much that had happened since this morning, and thinking about all of it was threatening to push you over the edge. Though the biggest issue was the event moments ago that still has your jaw tingling.

“Did Kylo do something?” You stay silent, technically yes, though you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Your heart is screaming, ‘Chase after him and kiss him back!’ but your mind is screaming, ‘He’s your boss! What would people think?’.

Groaning, you dig your head into your hands, the whole situation quickly becoming too much for your poor body. In all your years working here, nothing has stressed you out quite like this. 

Unable to hold everything in, you practically word vomit the entire spiel to Rey, starting from this morning in the office and ending with the kiss under the mistletoe. When you’re done, her face is overtaken by shock, and you breathe a breath of relief, glad to no longer have to keep the secret to yourself.

“I just… I don’t know what to do." You admit to Rey after a contemplative silence, and she seems to shake out of her shock as she takes in your distress.

“I don’t know why you’re stressing yourself out so much over something that has such an obvious answer.” Your brow furrows at her words; had she not heard you?

Rey takes one look at your expression and sighs, placing a friendly but firm hand on your shoulder. 

“Listen, you’ve got to stop putting these restrictions on yourself based on how you think people will react. Yeah, maybe some people will talk, but who cares? The people who love you will support you no matter what; everyone else? They don’t matter.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat, willing yourself not to cry at the words you didn’t know you so desperately needed to hear. She was right. All this time you’d been holding yourself back from something that could make you happy just because other people might not approve. But it wasn’t up to them- this was your life. And you were going to do whatever the hell you damn pleased. And that was your boss, Kylo Ren.

“I’m so stupid,” You grumble as Rey just laughs. 

“Maybe. But everyone’s allowed to be a little stupid sometimes." You shove her shoulder, which only spurs her laughter on further, and eventually you can’t help but join in. It feels like an immense weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. 

When the two of you finally calm down, you pull Rey into a tight hug, thanking her for helping you open your eyes. 

“I’m going to go talk to him.” You decide, though you were still nervous about his response, you felt empowered by her words. If you didn’t confess tonight, you’d probably chicken out by tomorrow.

“Well, if you’re going to do something, you better hurry.” She pulls away from you and turns you around. “Looks like he’s leaving.” She points her finger in the direction of the office elevator, and you spot him stepping onto it.

“What?!” Rey just chuckles as you scramble out of the kitchen and into the open office, ducking and weaving your fellow partygoers in an attempt to catch the elevator doors before they close. It’s no use; you’re not going to make it in time, and it doesn’t look like Kylo sees you coming either, clearly lost in his own thoughts as the doors slide shut. 

People barely acknowledge you as you rush by, most too drunk to notice you, and you thank God you didn’t have too much to drink; you’d probably never catch up to him with two drunk left feet.

You pivot from your original destination and instead make your way to the stairs. Your office wasn’t too many floors up, so there was a chance you could catch him outside the building if you ran fast enough.

Practically throwing open the stairwell doors, you begin hopping down them two at a time, already losing breath from your game of office-themed subway surfers. The stairwell air is stale as you choke it down in pants; no one ever used the stairs, and thus the air was ripe with dust and unuse.

When you finally make it to the bottom floor, you’re nearly wheezing, but you ignore the weird looks some of the lobby people give you at your frantic state. Obviously confused about why you chose to run down multiple flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator. 

Your eyes scan the lobby for Kylo, but there’s no sight of him, so you book it to the front doors, although after those stairs your ‘booking it’ is more like a pained half jog, half limp.

The outside air is a slap in the face, especially when the wind brushes against the sweat that had begun to form on your skin. In your haste, you’d also forgotten to grab your jacket. You knew Rey could always grab it for you, but that wasn’t helpful now. To make matters worse, there was no trace of soft black hair or grey trench coat to be seen. 

You whipped your head back and forth to both sides of the city sidewalk, but there was no sight of him. You were too late. Now you were left feeling cold and defeated as you slumped against the side of the building.

You didn’t know if you could work up enough courage to ask him after the holiday break was over. Too much time with your own thoughts tends to convince you of the wrong things. Knowing you missed your chance, you let the harsh winter air bite at your skin as you fight back the tears threatening to emerge.

Until the soft call of your name has your gaze shooting up to see Kylo exiting the building. Your heart virtually flipping with hope. You hadn’t missed him; you’d beaten him to the ground floor.

“Kylo!” You practically shout as he approaches you; you wince, lowering your tone, “Where are you going?” You notice that his eyes refuse to meet yours, instead tracing the outline of your face. You frown. If he notices your disheveled state, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead he seems to contemplate his response.

“I’m leaving,” is all he supplies you with, and you’re more than a little confused, used to the Kylo who engages in at least light small talk with you. Maybe you’d been wrong about his feelings for you… maybe he regret it?

“Why?” Your voice is rough, tired from the race down the stairs and the fight against all the emotions welling up inside you. You bite your lip to keep from saying more, and his eyes flick down to it before quickly looking away.

“I’m sorry,” He starts, and you bite down your questions of why in favor of letting him continue. “I overstepped. I-” He swallows, clearly having a hard time getting his words out. You could practically taste the regret rolling off of him. “To tell you the truth… I couldn't be around you anymore.” 

His words are like a slap to the face, harsher than the winter air that nips at your cheeks. You were right. You’d read it all wrong, and now he was going to have to let you down easy. You should’ve just let him go.

“Oh… I see. 

He nods. “I tried to ignore it, to keep my distance, but… knowing how it feels to hold you, to touch you, to call you mine for a whole night…” He looks truly wrecked; his voice is rough, and his hair is disheveled, having clearly been nervously brushed through more than once on the ride down here. You’ve never seen him look so vulnerable before, and it breaks your heart. “I’ve spent weeks thinking about you, looking forward to our interactions, taking care of you from afar…”

You bite back the urge to gasp at his admission; your heart flutters at his words as they slowly dawn on you. Your head reeling as it 360s with this new information. Seconds ago you thought he was turning you down, and now it sounded almost like he was… confessing to you.

“And then you confided in me this morning, and I selfishly took it as my chance to get closer to you, to have an excuse to be near you.” He glares at the ground, upset with himself. Although you were surprised to hear his reason went beyond just helping you tonight, you weren’t mad about it; it wasn’t like he did it for a malicious reason. And it helps that you thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. 

You open your mouth to tell him as much, but he continues his guilty admittance before you get the chance “You look so good tonight, and you had that look in your eyes under the mistletoe I thought-” He shakes his head, stopping before he reveals too much. “But I overstepped. I was supposed to be here to help you, and instead I let my own selfish desires get in the way.”

You almost want to laugh at his words. Not because they were funny but because it reminded you so much of yourself. He’d clearly had enough time by himself to overthink his actions, although it probably didn’t help that you ran to tell Rey instead of running after him. He’d probably assumed you went to go file a complaint to HR.

The only difference between the two of you was that while you wouldn’t get with him because you were scared to be selfish, he wouldn’t get with you because he was scared he was being too selfish.

“You said it was only for tonight, and I’m okay with that; I just-”

“What if I’m not?” You cut him off, and his head shoots up, eyes meeting yours for the first time since that kiss. You’d never get tired of his eyes, no matter how pained or tired they looked.

“What?” He breathed, his breath coming out in small white puffs as he stared at you in disbelief, unsure if what he heard was real or not.

“What if I want it to be for more than just tonight?” You step closer to him; the warmth radiates off of him in waves, and his scent floods your senses, his eyes tracking your every move with uncertainty.

“Is what you said in there true? That you’d kiss me if I asked you to?” You take another step towards him as his eyes dart to your lips then back up. He swallows hard but dips his head in a short nod, and it’s all the confirmation you need to give you the confidence for what you say next.

“Then this is me asking you to.” 

He hesitates, and for a moment you think he’s not going to do it, but then his hands grasp your jaw and pull you in, inches away from him. You catch yourself using your hands on his chest; his breathing is heavy, and you can feel his heart pounding from under his shirt. 

He tilts your chin up, searching your eyes for something, and then his lips are pressing against yours. It’s heated and full of want- you feel everything he’s been holding back for the past few months in this kiss. Goosebumps rise on your arms, and you're unsure if it’s from the cold or his touch, but it’s probably the latter.

His lips are soft and warm against the cold snow that falls on your cheeks. He wipes it away with his thumbs, and you lean into the touch. 

You think someone across the street cheers, and he pulls back with a laugh. Not the usual chuckle you’re occasionally graced with but a light, breathy laugh that pulls on your heartstrings. You tug him back in for a second kiss, and he’s only surprised for a second before he’s kissing you back with a fever, a kiss far more bruising and desperate than the last. 

When he pulls back this time, he licks his lips like he can't get enough of the taste of you, and if you weren’t already gone for him, the sight of him disheveled and panting because of you would surely do it.

The two of you stand there, him cradling your face and looking at you like he can’t believe you’re real until a memory dawns on you.

”I knew that was you leaving gifts for me at my desk!”

He just chuckles and leans his forehead against yours, dipping down to capture your lips again. The cold snow doing nothing against the warmth of his touch. 

The cold, the people around you, your coworkers—none of it mattered when he held you. All that mattered was the warm, syrupy feeling of happiness that welled up inside of you and the man trying to kiss you until you passed out. 

Thank God for office Christmas parties.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed it! feel free to leave a comment. Happy Holidays everyone! ~Starry

[upon-a-starry-night]

While We Dream Pt.7

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You’re torn between never taking your eyes off of the ghost man and turning away in hopes he'll just disappear. Seeing him in your dreams was one thing (even if those dreams felt more real than normal) but seeing him in person was a million times more alarming.

Not including the fact that the door phased through him moments ago. 

Feeling dizzy over the whole scenario, you stumble a few steps back until your hip meets the hard surface of your kitchen island, your heart beginning to thump with a panicked drum. Toast jumps as you almost step on him but ultimately doesn’t take his eyes off of the man now staring at you.

Although staring isn’t quite the right word. It’s something between a glare and sizing you up with suspicion. You watch as he shifts his jaw and clenches and unclenches his fists like he’s holding something back. You’re a little too terrified to ask and as your lungs pump faster and faster you realize you wouldn’t be able to ask if you wanted to. 

As subtly as you can, you make your way behind your kitchen island, farther away from him and closer to the junk drawer where you might have something that can help. 

Your hands shake as you rummage through the drawer, the sight of the all-black figure not leaving its spot. 

It takes a few tries but eventually, you manage to light the piece of sage you had lying around in your cabinet and you hold it out defensively in front of you. If he was some sort of evil spirit you weren't just going to sit around and let him haunt you. 

As the smoke wafts toward him you notice him flinch and internally hurrah at your success. It’s short-lived, however, as he tilts his head and begins slowly stalking towards you, rounding your kitchen island. You move with him though, not willing to let him trap you in a corner, you back up until you’re once again standing in your open entryway. 

He isn’t deterred by your retreat and instead follows and begins circling you. Observing you up and down in a way that makes you shiver. What exactly was he looking for? 

“Poison?” His eyes flit to the sage still in your hand in question. You wonder if that means it’s working. “Strange. It doesn’t seem to be working.” A chill runs up your spine at the baritone of his voice. It’s different from the robotic sound his mask produces and in any other situation, you’d probably find it kind of hot. But it’s not hot, because this man has the sheer audacity to sport a smirk and it makes you scowl. Who was this guy showing up at your house and then acting all cocky? You doubt he knew more about this situation than you did…or maybe he did? Maybe this was his doing.

“I don’t sense the Force within you” You have no idea what he’s talking about but he’s got this inquisitive look on his face that makes you squirm. It feels like he’s trying to see through you. 

You try to shake the feeling of intimidation from your shoulders but it’s useless, you think you might understand a quarter of what the men in white armor felt in that training room. You’re unsure of what this tall man wants from you but after a moment he backs off and straightens his shoulders, mumbling something along the lines of “This is nothing like the others”.

His statement makes your brows furrow and it’s your turn for interrogation. “The others? You’ve done this before?” His eyebrows raise as if surprised to see you speak to him after your silent freaking out. Honestly, you’re a little surprised too but what good would it do you to just keep staying silent?

When he doesn't answer your question you huff and twist the sage in your hands. The smell was becoming a little too strong and you’d probably have to open a few windows to get rid of it. If the sage wasn’t working it was doubtful he was an entity you could easily get rid of. Maybe you had to consider the fact that you were hallucinating…

Your eyes refuse to focus directly on the man but are unable to shake the heavy weight of his gaze, so you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. The silence is familiar and almost welcome at this point. Or maybe it was worse that it was silent- maybe it meant you really were hallucinating if you couldn’t hear him breathing. 

A brief thought flashes in your head that you were dead from the car that almost hit you and now you were stuck in purgatory but you were able to interact with the world like nothing had happened. Maybe your near-death landed you in some in-between of two worlds? 

You shake your head. Trying to remind yourself to think of realistic situations before you think of fantasy ones. 

“Oh my god” You groan, muttering to yourself “You lose one job and you start going crazy” 

The sound of Toast crunching on the spilled food wakes you from your thoughts and also brings a small smile to your face. He must have deemed the situation safe after you stood up. You should probably go clean up the food before Toast eats a month's worth in five minutes but you can’t bring yourself to turn around.

Some fascinated part of you hopes he’s still there when you open your eyes but the scared part of you pleads that he’s gone. 

He wasn’t much of a talker in your dreams but he’s on your territory now, and surely he’s as curious as you are right now. But… talking to him makes this feel more real. 

The more you think about it the more you regret closing your eyes, he could be dangerous if what you saw in your dreams is anything to go by. But on the other hand, the door literally went through him a couple of minutes ago so there’s a chance he can’t hurt you….possibly.

You decide to set down the sage and just ignore him and walk to the hall closet to grab a broom, however, you flinch when you turn around and find that he’s followed you. He’s closer than you’d like him to be and frankly, you’re a little freaked out at how silent he was. 

You want to move past him but-

“You will tell me what planet we’re on.” 

He’s got this really focused look on his face that nearly makes you wanna burst out laughing but you’re still kind of reeling from the fact that this intangible man is in your house. Still, was he trying to command you in your own house? And what was he even asking you? 

Folding your arms, you squint your eyes at him and his tall frame and impertinence. “ Geez, where are your manners? Who do you think you are commanding me in my house?”

He blinks at you for half a second before his frown deepens. “ I’m Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader of the First Order” He says it with an unmatchable confidence, but with a face that says he doesn’t introduce himself often.

You stare at him with a look that says “Am I supposed to know who that is?” and he catches on fairly quickly. You’re beginning to realize, despite your fear, that you might be the one with the upper hand in this situation. He’s in a completely unfamiliar environment and if it’s anything for him here like it was for you in your dreams- he can’t interact with anything. 

You’re still debating going to see a psychologist but when the thought of being put on an Antipsychotic or mandatory therapy pops into your head, you’re more than fine with being delusional. 

Instead, you focus on the pile of cat food that you need to clean so your kitten doesn’t get as big as a full-grown cat in under an hour. 

Brushing past your ghost savior, you bend down and move Toast out of the way before you begin sweeping up the food. There’s not as much as you thought and it might be due to Toast eating most of it. He was going to have to skip dinner today.

You sit in the silence that seems to have become a habit between you two, trying to find the right words to say, but it’s him who beats you to it again.

“Are you with the Resistance?” 

You sigh and finish cleaning up the mess, delicately picking up the ripped cat food bag and turning around. Much to your luck he hasn’t moved from his spot a second time, and you allow yourself to put the cat food back in the bag and under the cupboard before answering him. 

Finally looking him directly in the eyes, you speak with a little less harshness than before. “The only resistance I had today was the battle I had with the resistance band at the gym and I’d rather not do that again, so no, as far as I'm aware, I’m not with any ‘Resistance’ ” You use air quotes as you say the last word, really trying to emphasize the fact that you have no idea what he’s talking about. 

He narrows his eyes in suspicion but eventually seems to accept your answer, letting his gaze sweep across your house once again. You can tell he’s uncomfortable and your head is torn. 

On one hand, he was a strange ghost who had no place in your home, but on the other hand, you curated a space that you hoped all of your guests would feel comfortable in. so to see him feeling so out of place made you feel… 

Whatever. It didn’t matter.

When he finishes observing, he turns back to you, a determined look on his face as he asks-

“What is a dog?”

Pt.8

A/n: Apparently creatures called dogs do exist in the star wars universe but they look freaky so I've deleted them from this canon for plot convenience! ~ Starry

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[upon-a-starry-night]

While We Dream Pt.6

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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You don’t know which feeling consumes you first, relief at being home, or frustration at being ripped away right when you were about to get some answers. One thing you do take notice of, however, is the fact that your body still feels well-rested even after the rollercoaster of emotions you went through in that…dream?

Still, you don't want to find yourself back there anytime soon despite your curiosity about the man who lives there. You lie awake on the couch for several minutes trying to find an explanation and only let yourself get up when you conclude that your brain must have subconsciously created a sci-fi scenario due to the movies you fell asleep watching and replaced the main love interest with the man who saved you.

It’s a questionable solution at best but you don't think you’d be able to get through the rest of your day if you don’t force yourself to believe it. 

You must have slept through the entire night on that couch because the soft light of the sunrise is peeking through your windows as you stretch your limbs. Your body is still used to the early morning work schedule and even if you were tired enough to go back to sleep (which you aren't), you wouldn’t want to go back into whatever that place was so you roll with the punches and march to the kitchen to start on breakfast. 

Toast is ecstatic that you’ve finally woken up and can now feed him his breakfast and maybe if he’s lucky he’ll get a tiny piece of bacon from yours as well. 

At the kitchen island, you eat your food as you look over a flyer you got from the grocery store yesterday, it reads:

“Thinking of Becoming a Gym Instructor? Come Try Our 7-Day Trial and See if You Have What It Takes!!”

There’s an address and a phone number at the bottom as well. It’s not your first pick for a job, but it’s also something you’ve never considered before either. There’s a chance it could be fun, and if it turns out it's not your thing, at least you’ll get some exercise. 

After you finish eating, you shower and get ready for the day, putting on some gym clothes and doing some light stretching as you try to prepare yourself. The gym should be open by now so you grab your car keys, pet your cat goodbye, and head out the door with a pep in your step.

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You were absolutely not returning for the remaining 6 days of the trial. By the time you were done with training, you were pretty sure you sweat out the entire 60% of water that was inside of your body. Your lungs burn like a wildfire you can’t put out and to make matters worse the person instructing you barely looks fazed. 

The pep you had when you first started was gone in the first ten minutes of the session and now here you are slugging your once light bag over your shoulder and making an internal promise to yourself to never come back to this gym. If that was day one you dread to think about what the rest of the week would’ve looked like. 

In your car you spend a good few minutes slumped against your steering wheel before you remember you ran out of cat food and should probably go buy more so your cat doesn’t eat you in your sleep. Not that he can reach your bed yet but animals are capable of crazy things when hungry.

You stop for lunch after the pet store when you realize it’s already noon and you need to replenish your energy if you were to get anything done the rest of the day. You’re scribbling “gym instructor” off of your list of potential jobs when you walk through the door. 

The first thing you notice is not the man on your couch, it’s the fact that your cat is stuck on top of your tall bookshelf and you wonder how he even got himself up there before your head double takes to the couch and the sack of cat food drops to the floor.

The corner of it splits and cat food spills out onto the floor, that seems to be enough to motivate Toast to jump down the entire height of your bookshelf and dig in before you start cleaning up but cleaning is the last thing on your mind.

Sitting there on the couch in the middle of your living room is the man from your dreams. 

You shake your head- or the man who saved you who keeps appearing in your dreams. Either way, there’s a man on your couch who’s definitely not supposed to be there. 

What’s even worse is he’s sitting on your couch like he owns it which makes you angry for some unknown reason.

You take note of the fact that he’s not wearing his helmet which- of course he’s not wearing it. That was just something that existed in your dream world, this was the real guy…or was he?

Immediately you turn tail and run back out of the house, for a split second you think you see him reach out his hand in that weird gesture he keeps doing but you’re out of the house before you can see more. You book it to your neighbor's house across the street and immediately ring the doorbell. Fear spikes when you see the man in your doorway. He stops, however, when your neighbors open the door, surprise on their face.

“Y/n! It’s so good to see you! How…are you?” Their surprise morphs into concern as they take in your sweaty shaken figure. You waste no time as you point to your open doorway where the man still stands, watching your every move.

“Do you see that?” You ask them hurriedly, desperate to see if he is real or if you are going crazy. They squint as they stare over to your house before their eyebrows shoot up and you think you’re about to be invited inside to call 9-11 when they say;

“What’s Toast doing outside?” 

“What?” You turn in confusion and to your surprise, spot Toast on your front porch hissing at the doorway. The man is still standing there looking like he’s having a stand-off with your cat and the sight would be funny if you weren’t actively hallucinating it. “So you don’t see…” 

You let your sentence trail off as your neighbor looks at you with questioning eyes like they're debating calling a nurse hotline to check on you. Honestly, you’re a little tempted to let them but your precious kitten is currently protecting your house from a 6-foot ghost and you aren’t going to let him fight that battle alone.

In order to not retain a reputation as the neighborhood crazy lady you turn to your neighbor with a sheepish kind of smile and wave it off, thinking of a quick excuse. “Sorry, there was a stray dog near my house but it looks like it ran away. Sorry to bother you!” 

Your explanation is enough to ease whatever worries your neighbor had about you as they wave you off and tell you not to worry about it. You say your goodbyes and then turn to go grab your cat before he runs away. The man’s gaze only shifts from your cat for a split second as he notices you approach but ultimately he seems fixated on the small creature you pick up into your arms.

You’re 90% sure your neighbors are watching you through their window so you square your shoulders and prepare to shove your way past the wall of black blocking your doorway. Much to your surprise, however, he tilts ever so slightly to let you pass by- although you have a suspicion it was more for the benefit of you not touching him. If you even could. 

When you habitually shut the door you almost flinch as you wait for the sound of it hitting his body. You don’t know whether to be happy or terrified when it passes straight through him and slams shut. On one hand, it didn’t hit him but on the other hand…it didn't hit him.

Now at least your neighbors can’t watch you have a manic episode. Which is what you were on the verge of because what the fuck? This was definitely not a dream but you had no way to explain what was happening.

The man seems just as confused as you as he looks down at his hands in a similar way to you in your dream world. He attempts to grab the doorknob but his hand passes right through it.

As quietly as you can, you shakily put down your cat and pull out your phone. You open the camera app and aim it at the man but nothing shows up on the screen.

“Oh my God.” You whisper as you lift a hand to cover your mouth in shock.

You don’t know whether to call a paranormal investigator or a doctor. Probably both. Just in case.

What were the chances you were just suffering from heat stroke?

Pt.7

A/n: Sorry for the unannounced hiatus! life got crazy but i'm back!~Starry

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[upon-a-starry-night]

While We Dream Pt.5

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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The room you’ve stepped into is large and wide, with ceilings stretching far past the expanse of any of the other rooms you passed. There’s various mats strewn along the floor and a few racks with weapons fastened to them.

If you had to guess you’d say this was a training room.

In the middle of the room is a group of people in white armor all standing stock-still in a box formation as one of them with a strange orange shoulder pad talks to a man in all black.

The man in all black immediately radiates power and you figure that's where the intimidating feeling is seeping from. From what you can see, he’s wearing an all-black outfit with a long black cape and a hood. You can’t see his face from this angle but you can hear what he’s saying and it doesn’t sound good.

“Commander, if the only time your troops are properly disciplined is when I’m the one doing it then perhaps the problem lies with you.” The white armor guy with the orange shoulder pad nods, although you’re sure he’s probably trembling under his suit. You know you would be if you were in his position, the man in black's words are a clear threat.

“I understand, Supreme leader, I will double their training and punish them accordingly if you give me the chance” You can hear the slight quiver in his voice as he answers, and it makes you curious as to how one man could cause so much fear. You wonder if he’s some sort of alien or horrifically scarred monster. Or if the mask in that room belonged to him and his whole face was practically burnt off. That would garner the type of reaction the ‘Commander’ is having.

Unable to resist the need to see what he looks like, you take a tentative step closer when the man in black's head whips in your direction. You freeze, the black soulless eyes of a mask stare directly into you. 

You want to turn and run but you remember the other people couldn’t see you so you stay put, turning your head, you check to see if there’s anyone behind you but there’s not a soul in sight. Creepy. Maybe he just heard something outside the door? 

“Dismissed.” His voice is deep and absolute, it leaves no room for hesitation or questioning, and at his command every single man in white files out of the room. You unconsciously step out of the way despite knowing they would probably pass through you. The man in black never turns his gaze away from you. There was no way he could see you? Right?

Once every other person has left the room the place becomes deathly silent. You can’t feel the air but if you could you’re sure it would be suffocating. Your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest and you’re sure you’re going to wake up from this nightmare any minute now. 

“Droid.” You almost flinch, furrowing your brow in confusion as you assume he’s addressing you until a small black and gray ball in the corner springs to life and rolls over. “Detect nearby lifeforms” His hollow eyes still never leave you even when commanding the ball.

The small thing beeps a few different notes and various colors flash on its tiny head before a robotic voice exclaims;

“No other lifeforms detected, Sir” With a wave of a hand the ball is dismissed and it rolls away back to its corner and powers off. The man in front of you tilts his head.

“You again.” This time you’re certain he’s speaking to you. You don’t know how or why he can see you but more than that his words catch you off guard.  

It’s your turn to tilt your head as you whisper out “Again?” in confusion. You don’t recall ever meeting this man in real life or in any of your dreams, and you would remember a man like him.

He takes a single step forward and you follow with a single step back. The others couldn’t hurt you because they couldn’t see you, but he might be different. You were beginning to wonder if this was really a dream after all. To try and test it out, you pinch yourself and are surprised when the pain blossoms on your arm. 

Shit. Where were you? How do you wake yourself up like last night? You needed to get out of here. You stumble a few steps backwards and the man reaches out with his hand. You’re not sure why, there was no way he could reach you from where he’s standing. 

For the first time in what feels like hours, his gaze drops from you to his hands like he’s confused about why he couldn’t reach you from several feet away and you take his moment of distraction to make a run for it.

You immediately turn around, flinching as you pass through the door you entered through and trying to remember the way you came. If you could find your way back to that room maybe you could wake yourself up again. 

Much to your advantage, in this weird dream-like state your body seems to have endless stamina so you’re flying through the corridors with ease. The solace you feel is short-lived, however, as a glance behind you shows the masked man hot on your heels.

His long gait is almost equivalent to your run and you’re a little irritated at how slow he’s making you look by walking that fast. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen anyone walk with that much purpose and power. 

After what feels like a million left turns and one right you finally make it back to the door you first passed through, barely noticing the fact that the closer you got to it the more scarce people became. Wasting no time, you dash into the blindingly white room once more, ignoring the mask as you pass it and phase back into the familiar bedroom you started in.

The doors at least managed to slow your pursuer for a moment and you take advantage of his delay. Shutting your eyes tight you try to imagine your bedroom ceiling but your chest is heaving from pure adrenaline and you can hear his footsteps getting louder and overall it feels impossible to focus. 

You back away from the door as it beeps from the other side, frantically looking for someplace to hide but the chance slips away from you as the door slides open. The man's frame takes up practically the entire doorway and now that he’s only a few feet in front of you you experience the full expanse of his height. 

What were the chances that this guy wouldn’t kill you? Probably pretty low right?

He steps into the room and the door shuts behind him, leaving the two of you alone in the low fluorescents of the room. 

The low fluorescents that turn on when he enters the room because in this crazy world you were in he’s the one who’s actually real despite it all feeling otherwise. 

You stare at the blood red cracks that run along this stranger's mask. Your heart is pounding so loud you’re sure even he can hear it, and you attempt once more to force yourself awake to no avail. When you open your eyes again his head is tilted like he finds your actions to be incredibly intriguing. Or perhaps he just thought you were crazy, even you wouldn't rule out the possibility at this point. 

At least on a positive note, the incessant tugging in your chest has gone away, replaced by a small but soothing warmth instead. It only made you more confused. Your mind and body were at odds; your head was full of fear, imagining all the different ways this man could mutilate you- while your body was at ease, a content lull thrumming through your ghost-like veins.

He reaches his hand out once more, this time in more of an E.T.-like gesture and though you’re tempted to reach out and complete the gesture, your fear is stronger than your nerdiness and you take another step back accidentally phasing through the small loveseat at the foot of this bed. 

The image is just as weird for you as you’re sure it is for him, not that you can see his expression behind that intimidating mask. You don’t know what to do or how to get back home but the silence is becoming suffocating even for someone with no real lungs. 

When the man retracts his hand and makes no attempts to get any closer to you your body releases a small amount of tension. It’s as if he realized how trapped and scared you felt and was making an attempt to -at the very least- seem civil.

The small gesture gives you enough confidence to finally find your voice and though you’re not sure if he’ll hear you, you try anyway-

“Who- Who are you? Where am I?” He doesn’t move a single inch and you’re beginning to think he can’t hear you in this state but your panic and frustration begin to shine through anyway. Even if he can’t hear you, you think it might help you to voice your problems.

“Do you know why I-” You look down at the part of you that’s phasing through the loveseat and then look at your hands. To you, they look completely solid but that doesn't explain the fact that you can still walk through things like they don't exist. Even if all of this wasn’t real the fear you were feeling still was.

You look back up at the man, confused and scared as tears prick the corners of your eyes “Do you know why I'm like this?” You’re sure he hasn’t heard you this time either until a small but firm robotic “ No” slips from his mask. 

Releasing a frustrated laugh you nod as you wipe the forming tears from your eyes, the low hum of electricity being the only sound that bothers to comfort you. You don’t want this random man to see you cry so you turn away from him, pursing your lips as you stare blankly at the perfectly made bed against the wall.

“I’m guessing you don’t know how to get me home either” You state, taking his prolonged silence as an answer. Whoever this guy was he sure wasn’t one for small talk. Or any talk it seemed. 

It’s then that you remember what he said when he first saw you, ‘you again’. He’d recognized you from somewhere. He knew you. 

You turn to him abruptly, suspicion and confusion seeping into you, nothing about him seems familiar to you but the word “again” spirals in your brain. Your brows furrow and your tone turns accusatory as you begin to question him.

“You again?” It’s your turn to take a small step towards him and you’re thoroughly surprised by the way his shoulder tense. Maybe this guy wasn’t as scary as you let yourself believe. When he makes no move to explain himself you continue “When you first saw me you said ‘you again’. What did you mean by that? I’ve never seen you before in my life.” 

You glare into the dark abyss of the mask's eyes as you gather up as much confidence as you can, trying to mask the underlying fear that still hangs in the back of your mind. If you could turn your fear into anger it would make things a lot easier.

“Who even are you?” 

Stiff air and the small rise and fall of his chest are quickly becoming a familiarity to you and you sigh once more, turning away from him. You wrack your brain for another way to get him to talk when you hear a click and a hiss behind you, whipping around just in time to catch him sliding the helmet off of his head.

The sight in front of you instantly replaces every other emotion with a rush of cold shock, because despite what you thought before you do recognize this man. Although he’s not quite as blurry as he was before, you know for certain that this is the man who saved you in the rain.

You don't get the chance to acknowledge this, however, as everything around you goes black and your body begins to wake up in the real world.

Pt.6

A/n: Sorry for no upload last week I was out of town!~Starry

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[upon-a-starry-night]

While We Dream Pt.4

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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With your newfound energy, the day goes by pretty quickly. After making yourself some breakfast and feeding your cat you got to work on making a list of jobs you want to try. After college, you went straight into that boring corporate office job and have been with it ever since. Now you finally had the opportunity to explore other options and you were going to take it. 

You figured since you had the time you would try and spend a couple of weeks trying different hobbies to see how you liked them and when you were done you’d pick the profession you liked most and go with that one. After explaining all of this to Toast, he gave you a certified meow of approval and curled up on the couch to take a nap.

After that you did some very necessary grocery shopping, scouting out some new lunch and breakfast places you’d like to try along the way. As you’re mentally checking off the items on your list your mind begins to wander to your weird dream. It’s definitely not the most interesting dream you’ve had but your curiosity keeps bringing you back to it. 

You wanted to know why your mind conjured up such a place, whose bedroom it was supposed to be, and what was beyond the door with the keypad. 

The sound of the grocery store intercom pulls you back to the real world and you decide to let the subject go in favor of finishing up faster. It was a hot summer afternoon and you wanted nothing more than to get home to your cool air conditioning and a nice movie.

You suddenly felt very in the mood for a Sci-fi film.

~

After putting your groceries away you take to cleaning your house for the rest of the day. It wasn’t that it was messy, it was just that your 9-5 job usually left no energy for cleaning when you came home so things slowly began to fall out of place. 

Sweat trickled down your neck as you moved around the house, Toast at your heels and a Sci-fi flick on as background noise. You really should’ve bought some lemonade or something while you were at the store. 

Instead, you opt for a nice glass of cold water and plop down on the couch. The sun was only just beginning to set so you still had a good couple of hours of relaxation time before you had to get to bed. You wouldn’t let yourself slack off just because you no longer had a job schedule to run on. 

Part of you was nervous to go out and try so many new things but another part of you knew there was a high chance you’d have fun once you got over the anxiety. That and you had to find something to pay the bills.

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You don’t know when you fell asleep. One minute you were watching movies cuddled up on the couch with your cat and the next your eyes are blinking open to the sight of a familiar gray ceiling. You immediately sit up, recognizing this place from the night before.

Nothing seems out of place except for the fact that the chair at the kitchen table has moved slightly. There’s still no trace of any other people or any sounds of a lively outside society. 

Maybe you were in the woods? But then why would they build such a modern home so far out from the city?

You don’t waste a second this time, twisting out of the bed you pad over to the door with the keypad on the front wall. You’re not even going to attempt guessing that code.

Taking a chance, you slowly stick your arm out in front of you and watch in awe as it passes directly through the door. The sensation is weird, you don’t really feel it but the sight of it makes your brain confused.

Bracing yourself for the brightness you experienced last time, you squeeze your eyes shut and walk forward through the rest of the door. You’re met with a stark white room, shaped like nothing you’ve ever seen before. 

Wow, those Sci-fi movies did a number on your imagination.

To your right is a diamond-shaped window of stars that you want to investigate but something pulls you away from it. A feeling deep in your gut that tells you to go in the other direction.

To your left is some sort of hallway with another door at the end, but before that is a little divet in the room that hides a thick black pedestal, a weird deformed ash gray helmet lying right on top. Weird. You don't know what that’s all about but you’re far too curious to dwell on it for long.

You swiftly make your way down the short hall, passing the helmet and shutting your eyes as you phase through yet another door. You don’t know how many times you’ll have to do that but you’re definitely not going to get used to it anytime soon.

The area outside of this door is vastly different from the room you were just in. Long gray hallways stretch in all directions. They’re shaped more like hexagonal tunnels than normal hallways and are illuminated by various shaped lights along the walls and roof. 

There are three hallways in front of you and you're not sure which to take until your body is suddenly moving towards the one farthest to the right. You don’t know what you’re so drawn to. It’s like your subconscious knows something you don't.

Rounding a corner, you freeze at the sight of two figures dressed in all-white…armor? And carrying what looks like some sort of gun. You’re directly in the middle of the hallway and there’s no way they won’t see you. 

You’d gotten so used to the serenity of being all alone that you’d nearly assumed this place was devoid of any beings at all. But now you were about to be proved wrong with a shot to the chest.

You freeze in your tracks as the two get closer to you, racking your brain for any sort of excuse for why you were here, but then the two just pass right through you like you aren’t even there and you realize they can’t see you.

Right. This was all just a lucid dream after all. You couldn’t get hurt even if they could see you.

You head in the direction they came from, navigating the endless hallways on trust alone and 

occasionally passing a few more guys in white until you find yourself standing in front of another door. Whatever‘s in your chest wants you to go in there but for some reason your body is stuck.

There’s an intimidating feeling radiating off of this room and as you look around you notice that even the others seem to be avoiding it if possible. 

You take a deep breath, reminding yourself that this was all a dream and you couldn't get hurt before bracing yourself and stepping through the door.

Pt.5

A/n: What do we think is going to be behind that door? 👀~Starry

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[upon-a-starry-night]

While We Dream Pt.3

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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You wake up to the sound of your alarms and on auto-pilot sit up to get ready for work, only to slump back down when you remember the events of yesterday; getting fired, making a wish, almost dying, meeting a mysterious stranger who you felt some strange connection to. They didn’t seem familiar but perhaps you’d met them before?

Either way, you’re not going to pass up the opportunity to sleep in late so you let your eyes flutter closed as you attempt to fall back into a blissful slumber. You toss and turn to no avail and after a few minutes you frustratingly open your eyes and stare up at your ceiling, only it’s not your ceiling anymore. 

Instead of your off-white slightly chipped roof, you're met with a sleek high-rise gray ceiling made out of a material that makes you feel like you’re in a sci-fi movie. The room is impossibly dark, with no source of natural light and weirdly futuristic features. It’s strangely silent save for the low hum of electricity.

Maybe you had managed to fall asleep after all? But you felt too awake for this to be a dream, and everything felt too real. Your dreams had never been this clear before, or this detailed.

The room was the size of a studio apartment but appeared to be mainly a bedroom. Nearly every surface was some shade of gray or black with the occasional red accent on pieces of furniture. The bed you were sitting on was queen-sized and big enough for two people but based on the lack of accessories and decoration it seems like only one person used it.

To your right, there’s a large L-shaped kitchenette area, all entirely black of course, but devoid of any visible appliances or foods. There’s a circular table with only one chair that makes you kind of sad to look at so you focus on observing the rest of the room.

From the kitchenette, there’s a wall that juts out diagonally with a single door. You assume it’s either a closet or a bathroom based on its size. 

The wall in front of the bed only has a singular door in the shape of a stretched pentagon, it’s devoid of any door handle and instead has an illuminated keypad on the wall. It’s the most elaborate door you’ve ever seen for a single bedroom and it further cements the idea that you were probably lucid dreaming.

There’s a small couch at the foot of the bed that looks pretty comfy and a small bookshelf on the wall to the left, along with another closed door that could lead anywhere. It’s a flat that probably costs a good few thousand depending on the area that you’re in.

You don’t know how or why your mind has conjured up such a place but you’ll take this over your other dreams any day. As you stand up from the bed your body feels lighter than usual, like you’re not carrying your whole physical weight. The tension you’re used to holding from the stress of life is gone and you revel in the feeling of relaxation that washes over you.

If you could spend every night here in your dreams you’d probably feel a lot better in real life.

Looking down, you notice that you’re sitting on top of the comforter despite the warmth flowing through your body. You must still be under the covers in real life. You never expected lucid dreaming to feel this alert.

As you shift, you scrunch your brow in confusion as you notice your body doesn’t impact the bed at all. You leave no imprint as you sit, and when you attempt to pick up the blanket you can’t grip it.

Weird. Aren't you supposed to be able to do what you want in lucid dreams? 

Despite feeling lighter, your body still looks the same, you’re not see-through or glowing or anything abnormal but as you focus on your body you realize you can’t actually feel anything.

The bed you’re sitting on doesn’t register when you touch it and you realize your mind must be filling in all the blanks for whatever you’d normally feel. If you stop focusing as hard, your mind creates the illusion of feeling whatever object you’re touching but doesn’t actually impact anything in this dream world.

To test your theory, you stand up on the bed and begin jumping on it. The bed itself doesn’t move an inch but your body bounces as if you were on a real bed. It’s simultaneously astonishing and terrifying.

Your new position on the bed allows you to see curtains above the headboard that you hadn't been able to see behind you. Ever curious, you move to open them to see just where you are when a beeping sound from behind you has you whipping around just in time to see the door sliding open. 

The sudden burst of fluorescent light forces you to squeeze your eyes shut so you don’t get blinded but when you open them again you’re met with the familiar sight of your bedroom ceiling.

It takes you a second to readjust to the full weight of your body and the feeling of objects touching you. There’s sunlight streaming in through your bedroom window and the familiar sounds of birds chirping and cars passing by. It’s a stark contrast to whatever dream you were just having but not an unwelcome one.

You spent years curating the perfect place for yourself and throughout all the effort you’d finally made your home your safe space. You would never get tired of it.

Sensing that you’re finally awake, your orange and white tabby cat Toast comes bounding in ready for you to feed him. He’s only a few months old so he’s not big enough to jump up on your bed. Instead, he sits at the foot of your bed and meows until you get up to get him his food.

Sitting up, you realize you feel the most well-rested you’ve ever felt in your life and can’t help but attribute it to your weird dream. Either way, it gives you more than enough energy to start your day, so you scoop Toast up into your arms and head out into your living room to start your day.

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Kylo Ren has been scanning through every inch of the galaxy trying to find a planet that looks like yours. The closest matches he could find were Coruscant and Alderaan but Alderaan had been wiped out long ago by the Death Star and Coruscant’s technology was more advanced than what he’d seen on your world.

Not to mention your entire population seemed to be entirely of the human race, which isn't a common standard throughout the galaxy. Most worlds had at least a few other species that chose to inhabit the same planet. Perhaps you were beyond any galaxy anyone had ever visited. And if that was the case, he was better off actually listening to this meeting he was in instead of searching for you.

“Ren, are you even listening?” Kylo rolls his eyes under his helmet at the sound of his least favorite colleague. How did Hux always know when he was in a sour mood? Still, it would do Hux good to remember that he wasn’t just ‘Ren’ anymore.

He stands up from his seat and tilts his head to the side as he watches everyone in the room collectively hold their breath, letting his height do most of the talking. He smirks at the way Hux attempts to hide his fear but a look in his head shows his thoughts are running through all of the times he’s been force-choked by Ren.

“What was that, general?” He makes sure to emphasize Hux’s inferior title, watching as his neck turns red in anger. A few other captains in the room chuckle at his reaction. “Need I remind you who you’re talking to?”

Hux sets his jaw in anger but doesn’t dare lash out against Kylo. He’s already considered the least favorable of all of the generals on board, he doesn’t need more gossip spreading about him having another outburst.

“My apologies, Supreme Leader, I was just trying to advise you to consider…assimilating such valuable information.” He grits his teeth as he forces out the formal tone and title and Kylo is about to rile him up more when he feels a familiar pull.

The same one that led him to you in the forest.

“Dismissed” Kylo is already out of the door and striding towards the pull before he can see Hux’s unfavorable scowl. He doesn’t know how much time he has before you disappear again and he’s determined to find out where you are.

Kylo hesitates slightly as he recognizes the way to his quarters following the pull. Why did you appear there? He quickens his gait as he approaches his door and quickly punches in his code.

His room is shrouded in darkness and for a moment he sees the shadow of a figure on his bed but the second light flows into the room you’re gone. He clenches his fist in frustration. Every time he’s close to speaking with you you disappear. Was this some sort of trick you were playing on him? Was this even your doing or was it something bigger? Were you a vision the Rebels were using to distract him?

A million thoughts are running through his head as he stares at his room which shows no signs of interference. The bed sheets are untouched, the furniture remains how he left it, and the feeling in his stomach slowly fizzles out the longer he stands there.

Unanswered questions race through his mind as he stands in his doorway but as he steps into his quarters there’s one distinct question that protrudes above the rest:

What were you doing on his bed?

Pt.4

A/n: Kylo Ren’s bedroom looks different to me in every fic tbh so I wanted to help you guys get a clear picture of what I was imagining while writing this! ~ Starry

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While We Dream Pt.2

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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Much to your chagrin the rain begins on your way back to your car. What started as a light trickle became a heavy downpour and with your only umbrella being locked in your car a block away you were fresh out of luck. 

You’ve nearly slipped on the wet sidewalks a few times and your hands aren’t doing much to protect the water from your eyes. You’re sure your hair is thoroughly ruined but you’re more focused on the fact that you’ll have to sit in uncomfortably soaked clothes the entire drive home. Note to self: leave spare towels in the car.

You’re grumbling under your breath as you approach the crosswalk and attempt to wipe the water from your eyes. In doing so, you fail to notice the group of people at the crosswalk collectively step back as a car speeds past splashing water where they were standing. 

Not expecting the sudden shift in distance between you and the people in front of you, you trip on someone's foot, slipping straight into the direction of oncoming traffic thanks to the rain.

Time seems to slow as your body teeters from the edge of the sidewalk to the street, directly into the path of an oncoming car. The honking barely registers, neither do the gasps of the people behind you and you’re afraid of the pain that will soon engulf you when your body is abruptly tugged back just as the car speeds by.

Heart racing, you turn around to thank whoever saved you, expecting it to be one of the people in the group but your eyes are drawn to a figure a little further back, his features are hard to make out due to the rain and utter frenzy that your mind is in but there’s something alluring about him that tells you he’s the one who saved you. Why did he back up so far away after?

His black hair looks perfectly fluffy despite the downpour and his hand is outstretched in a reaching motion that even he looks confused by. You don’t know how he got so far so fast but either way, you owe him a thank you for saving your life.

“Thank y-” The shock of the situation seemed to have worn off as everyone nearby huddles around you in relief. There’s a calamity of voices asking if you're okay and apologies being rushed out all over the place and when you manage to look past all of the faces in front of you the man who had saved you was gone.

The people around you offer their condolences and relief at your quick instincts but when asked about the man you saw they all seem confused-

“There was no man? Your body must have jerked back in shock, thank goodness” A little old lady pats your arm and hands you a candy from her purse and most of the people disperse and go their intended ways when the crosswalk turns green. You want to argue about the man that you saw and the fact that you definitely hadn’t pulled yourself back but with everyone leaving there’s no use in trying and your body is already exhausted from the situation.

By the time you make it back to your car, the mechanic is there with your keys in hand and you try to muster up a smile to show how appreciative you are but the effort is useless.

The drive home is careful, contemplative, and quiet. You don’t even bother turning on the radio as your mind drifts elsewhere- to the coin, the car, and the mysterious man who vanished out of thin air. All the while home, you think it over but it doesn’t make sense, why would you run away after saving someone? 

Your plans for a good book and some tea are thrown out the window and you have just enough effort to change into pajamas and feed your cat dinner before collapsing onto your bed and passing out.

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Kylo Ren was used to the hatred he saw in people’s eyes. Most couldn’t see how he was clearing a path for a greater future but he wasn’t inclined to bother explaining that to them. They could believe whatever they wanted about who he was. The fear only helped his influence grow, by now at least half the galaxy knew of his reputation and not many dared to go against him.

This wet jungle planet was no different than the rest, except for the fact that they had the nerve to hide rebels deep within their forest floor. If they had just given them up Kylo could've probably spared this planet, but he needed to make a spectacle, so many of his troops and commanders were watching and if he let them off free they might think he was weak.

If there was one thing Kylo Ren was not, it was weak. You couldn’t have weaknesses in his position, any sign of hesitancy was a death sentence. 

He’d never visited this planet before but it reminded him of Takodana when he first met Rey. She was neither friend nor foe at the time and he’d interrogated her with a civility he’d never shown to anyone before.

It had been quite a few moons since they defeated Snoke together and he hated that he craved her companionship. She was the first to ever offer him friendship, but he’d seen the look of hate that took over when he wouldn’t leave with her. He would never be able to explain it to her, that this was his home no matter how ugly. 

He could free the galaxy from this endless war. Defeat the rebels and then dismantle the First Order from the inside piece by piece. He’d either die in the process or find a nice quiet planet to hide away in forever. 

The galaxy would never forgive him for what he’d done even if they knew the whole story, he didn’t even know if he could forgive himself.

Having captured two of the three rebels, the troops were marching back onto the ship and preparing for departure. Kylo turned to follow but felt a strange pull in his stomach.

“Sir, should we get rid of the remaining villagers?” The robotic voice of a Storm Captain urged him to push the feeling aside but a disturbance in The Force had him whipping his head in another direction. A shine in the distance catches his attention and he knows he must do what needs to be done.

“Wait here, I’ve found the last one” The captain nods as Kylo takes off in the direction of the shine, the pull in his stomach getting stronger. This wasn’t The Force pulling him, it was something else entirely. 

When he gets to where the object was there’s no sign of anyone nearby. Tall trees and a small murky pond are the only things surrounding him. The chirping of critters is the only indication of life but the feeling grows stronger the longer he stands there. 

He rips off his helmet in frustration, throwing it to the ground and watching as it tumbles into a nearby object on the forest floor. What is-

A series of chills run up his neck and all in one moment he whips around and is faced with an entirely new setting.

The world around him is gray, heavy with a storm and there are tall buildings and machinery that’s far outdated to the new ones. Still, his only focus is on a singular humanoid girl, in an instant, she’s tripping over those around her and seems to be falling in the pathway of the vehicles. 

Kylo’s not sure what kind of damage such odd machines would do to you but he feels a tug of your panic in his chest and in an instant his hand is reaching out to stop you. He pulls your body back with The Force and expects all eyes to turn on him and fill with hate at the realization but nobody acknowledges his presence. No one except for you. 

You stare at him with a baffled expression. Your hair is damp and your breathing is ragged and as the vehicle speeds by it occurs to him that your life was more in danger than he’d thought. 

You move to speak to him but in an instant, he’s thrust back to the jungle planet. The sound of your voice a distant whisper in his mind “Thank you”, two words he hadn’t heard in decades.

Although to be fair, that’s the first time he’s saved someone in a long time.

A trickle down his forehead has him wiping a gloved hand across his face and he’s surprised to find water when he pulls his hand away. He waited to see if any drops fell from his own sky, certain he could pass off the girl as just a vision but none did. 

The tug in his stomach was gone now. The sound of a low-flying jet snaps his attention to the sky, only to see a rebel fighter jet blasting away. He curses and sighs as he goes to pick up his helmet from the forest floor, an item catching his eye. 

He makes sure to pick it up, confident it’s either a clue to finding the new rebel base or a clue to finding you. Both were just as important, he didn’t know who you were but now that you were on his radar he wouldn’t stop until he found you. Until he found out what that tugging was.

Until he knew just who you were.

Pt.3

A/n: Speaking of coins- do you guys have a favorite arcade game? Mine is the little duck claw machine cuz it lets you keep playing until you win one :) ~Starry

[upon-a-starry-night]

While We Dream Pt.1

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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You know how in life there are those days that make you want to squeeze lemon juice directly into a fresh cut just to feel something? Well, you were having one of those days.

You’d just been laid off from your job and to make matters worse you locked your keys in your car while you were packing away your desk essentials. It would take the mechanic two hours to arrive so you could either sit there looking pathetic in the parking lot of the job you just got fired from or you could take a walk.

Yeah, you weren’t going to humiliate yourself with that first option, especially not after all your coworkers avoided eye contact with you as you packed up your belongings. 

Running your hands through your hair, you sighed in frustration, looking up at the cloudy gray abyss above you. Well at least the weather matched your mood, you just hoped it would hold off on raining until after you were back home. Maybe then you could cuddle up with your cat and a good book and forget today ever happened.

Walking in the opposite direction as your old office building, you turn around to glare at it in all its boring corporate glory.

“Good riddance” you mutter under your breath as you shove your hands in your pockets and let the sidewalk lead you to something that would hopefully brighten your day.

You’d never really gotten to explore the area around your work aside from the coffee and bagel shop you’d frequent for breakfast and the deli two buildings down where you’d get lunch. You’d miss the sandwiches at that deli but there was no way you would go back there and risk running into your coworkers. It was only noon and today was already one of the worst of your adult life experiences. 

It wasn’t like you particularly liked that job, you yearned for a creativity that would never be found behind a wooden desk in a cubicle. Still, you’d made a few accomplices and had started growing used to your routine.

You didn't know if it was bad luck or the universe telling you to finally do something more adventurous with your life but either way, you’d need to find a new job soon.

So lost in thought, you don’t even realize where you are until you stumble over a stray tree root. Only then do you notice the gorgeous park you’re in. It’s roughly the size of a large backyard but it’s filled with so many plants and tall trees that you could nearly forget you were in the middle of a city if the honking of traffic didn’t give it away.

Flowers of every color blossom all along the brick pathway and all sorts of pollinators flitter around the garden. It’s a wonder they can find their way to this place through all the buildings and construction around but if you lived here you’d probably never leave it anyway.

It would feel like a segment pulled straight out of a forest if it weren’t for the fountain in the middle of it all. It’s a beautiful circle made out of white marble with a woman in the center holding some sort of pot where the water is flowing from. 

It’s nothing but a simple statue but something about the woman's eyes is warm and motherly, whoever carved them must have spent a lot of time on them to get them to feel so inviting. They don’t look directly at you, however, they focus just to the right of where you're standing and you follow the line of sight till you notice something in the bushes.

Curious as to what could be so important that they’d face the statue towards it, you move to investigate the mysterious object and are pointedly surprised to find a coin machine buried amongst the leaves and vines. It reads:

“Wish coins. Hold the coin in your hands and make a wish then toss it into the fountain. The Universe is kind to those with pure intentions. Only one per person!” 

From the looks of it, no one’s used it in a long time and it makes you sad that humanity has seemingly given up on simple things like making a wish in a fountain. You remember doing it once or twice as a kid, although your wishes never came true- it was probably for the best that you didn’t receive 15 puppies and all the toys in the world at age 8.

It only costs a penny to get a coin from the machine so after a few minutes of digging through all your pants pockets you manage to scrounge up one dirty penny made in 2003 from your back pocket. You insert it and twist until your ‘wish coin’ comes out with a clank.

It’s bigger than a dollar coin and looks like something you’d get at an arcade or gaming festival. It’s got a star on both sides instead of anything remotely similar to real currency but it holds the weight of real metal and looks entirely made of copper. Even if you don’t throw it in it’s a pretty cute trinket to have found.

Checking your watch, you see that you still have an hour until the mechanics can get to your car so you walk over and take a seat on the fountain, admiring the greenery, you think about how you probably never would have found this place if all of the bad stuff didn’t happen. Although you didn't know if this surpassed the loss of your job you were grateful to have found such a beautiful place to rest and wait. 

Taking a deep breath in, you flip the coin in your palm over a few times, staring at it in consideration. It couldn’t hurt to try…could it? 

Truth be told, you don't know why you’re putting so much thought into it but maybe there was a small part of you that still believed in silly things like this. The little girl in you that held out hope that things like magic actually exist somewhere in this world.

Standing up, you turn and face the fountain as you clutch onto the coin with both hands and think of the perfect wish. What is it that you really wanted anyway? 

A job? No, that was something you needed, and it didn't feel like something worth wasting a wish on. 

A partner? Now that would be nice, someone to come home to and cheer you up on days like these, but even that didn’t feel right and you didn’t want to end up in one of those shitty genie situations where they take your words literally and end up screwing you over.

What was it that you truly wanted? Adventure? Excitement? Something to look forward to in a world that makes you constantly look back? That felt like the right direction but you had no idea how to phrase it so you just poured everything you were feeling into the coin and then flicked it into the clear blue water.

As it sank to the bottom you held your breath as you waited for something to happen. You don’t know what you were expecting, it’s not like everything you wished for would just magically appear out of nowhere…

You waited a few minutes, shifting anxiously on your feet as you stared at the coin at the bottom of the fountain. There were no other coins in the water and you wondered if someone came to clean it often, even the water was flawlessly clear despite the area being so secluded. You wondered if your coin would soon be cleaned out and debated fishing it out of the water. 

It was pretty cute but maybe you could just grab a second one from the machine? You fisted your pockets for another penny but came up empty so you resorted to searching the surrounding dirt for any lost change. Much to your luck there was a single penny underneath one of the within-reach bushes and you quickly inserted it into the slot and tried to twist.

The machine didn’t budge. Was it broken? You tried twisting again, taking the penny out and putting it back, and even lightly smacking the machine but nothing worked. The “only one per person" sticker staring at you tauntingly. Perhaps that was your sign to stop trying. 

Sighing, you glance at the time and decide you should probably start to head back if you want to make it to your car before the mechanic people do. Before you go though, you take one last look into the statue's warm eyes, letting the tiniest ounce of hope spark through you.

“I don’t really know what I wished for but… I hope it comes true.” You turn to walk away but then hesitate, taking in the scenery one last time “And I hope it makes me happy.”

Pt.2

A/n: Hope you enjoyed Chapter one of my new series! It only gets crazier from here!! ~Starry

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While We Dream Series Masterlist

~Ongoing Slowburn Series~

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

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Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘the force?'

Note! this story does not follow the canon storyline/ character motivations!!

~Story~

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Part 7

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Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

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There's this idea in my head that's causing real brain rot. So that one time, when Connor and Hank are on the rooftop, and he almost kills Hank? Can I request something like that, but with an f! reader? Maybe f! reader is on the deviant's side, and Amanda has already taken over, as a result, fight ensues. Major hurt/comfort. You choose how this ends. Thank you in advance 😭

Connor Rk800 x Gender Neutral Reader!

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Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angst, minor violence

A/n: I always thought Connor should’ve had another chance to become deviant at this rooftop scene so this is the perfect opportunity to write it! I hope you enjoy!

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The night air is cold as you step out onto the roof, a distant alarm blaring as it fights to be heard against the harsh wind. 

You flinch and pull your coat tighter, watching your breath fog out in front of you, snow scattering in every direction. It’s a night you’d rather be spending in the warmth of your home, curled up with a good book and good company. Unfortunately, your good company chose to go bad cop on you and now you’re out here trying to get him back.

You can already feel your fingers growing numb and you regret not bringing gloves up here with you. As if life being a detective wasn’t hard enough.

You squint at the light illuminating from the giant Android billboard and instead focus your gaze on the figure near the edge of the roof. It’s the last place you want to see him right now. On this roof- on the wrong side of history. Making a mistake you know he’ll regret.

It’s all you can do to hope you’ll be able to convince him to come back. 

You don’t know what happened. One day he’s kind and funny and even a little flirty and the next he’s cold and calculating. Had he just been pretending the whole time? Did he tell you all those sweet things just to eliminate you as a threat to his mission? 

Whatever the reason, even if he was faking it with you you weren’t faking it with him. Over the past few months, you’ve formed a genuine connection with Connor. A connection you thought was more than just partners working on the same case. 

You think back to all those late nights Connor stayed up with you as you wrote your reports, cracking jokes so the police precinct felt a little less cold and dim. The time he helped you move your furniture after your previous apartment almost got broken into. The little moments where he’d walk you to your car no matter the time, or go out of his way to pick you up a coffee.

That couldn’t have been fake, right? Nobody went through that much effort just to make sure you were friends. It was because of the way he treated you and cared for you that you found yourself in love with him in the first place.

You sucked in a sharp breath and shook that thought from your head. You’d only just realized it last night. You’d planned to tell him today but something about him was different, he didn’t look at you the same way, though his body still lingered near yours. Then you’d gotten the call this evening about where he was headed and you knew you had to stop him.

The Connor you knew wouldn’t do this. But maybe the Connor you knew wasn’t real…

“You don’t want to do this Connor” He doesn’t even flinch at your voice. He probably heard you from the second you got there and was just waiting for you to say something. 

Perhaps that was a sign? Your Connor was always polite with you.

“You shouldn’t be here, Detective.” His voice bites at you with more coldness than the night air and it makes your heart sting. It’s a tone you’ve only ever heard him use with suspects or Gavin. Even when you first met and he seemed devoid of emotion his voice was warm, friendly. What happened?

Was it something you had done? Something you said that gave away your feelings about him? He was built to read body language and pick up on subtle clues after all. Had he known even before you? Was he disgusted by you? That a human like you could fall so easily for an Android?

He shifts the position of his gun, getting a better shot on Marcus and you take another step forward, if you could just reach him then maybe-

“You won’t stop me from accomplishing my mission.” Him and his stupid mission. It’s all he ever used to talk about before he started being open with you. You thought you’d become more important than his mission. Guess not.

“What mission Connor? What? You think you shoot this guy and it’s all over? The whole rebellion falls down? Is that it?” You scoff, shoving your hands into your coat pockets to try and garner some warmth. “You shoot Marcus, someone else will just take his place. Do you really want to spend your life hunting down Androids until you’re the only one left with a soul?”

He doesn't speak but you see the way he squeezes the gun tighter, your words clearly having an internal impact. 

“Come home Connor,” You say it out of instinct, your home had become a shared space with Connor, a place he knew you’d always welcome him into. “We can find a good movie and-”

“And what? Huh? Sit there and pretend like we could be anything other than a human and a machine?” His words cut deep, slicing your heart open and revealing all the ugly fears that had been festering in your brain. The urge to throw up fills your stomach but you push the feeling down.

What Connor thought you could or couldn’t be didn’t matter right now. Even if it hurt, you had to make sure you stopped him no matter what.

He places his finger on the trigger and you know you have to resort to the last thing you wanted to do. The last thing you thought you’d ever do to Connor. You pull out your gun and aim it at his back. Emotions well up in your throat as tears threaten to break free

“Get away from the ledge” You wish he couldn’t hear how your voice trembles but you know he does. You don’t know if you have the gall to shoot him and he knows that. Still, he stands up and turns around to face you anyway.

It’s the worst sight in the world- the image of him in front of the barrel of your gun. His eyes are cold and unrecognizable, and you take note of the fact that he doesn’t drop his gun. A strong breeze roars through and you shiver, watching the wind ruffle his hair.

The same hair he used to let you brush your fingers through as you spent hours talking on your couch. His head in your lap, his eyes closed, his LED spinning blue, and a content smile on his face. You remember wanting to take a picture of how cute he looked then, just like a happy puppy. 

Oh, how things change. 

Your hand shakes as you hold the gun, maybe from the cold, maybe from the anguish, probably from both. 

“Go home detective. It’s not my mission to kill you but this is none of your business” You nearly flinch at the word ‘kill’ but manage to hold your resolve. You couldn’t show weakness in front of this version of Connor.

You scoff, “None of my business? You call you killing an innocent man none of my business?”

“It’s not a man. It’s a machine-”

“He has a family! He has people who care about him and depend on him! He has a partner and friends! Like you and I were-”

“We weren’t anything but coworkers Detective. If you thought we were more, you were mistaken.” He cuts you off with the words you feared to hear more than anything. Words he promised you he’d never say when he told you “I’ll always be here for you detective” with that stupid sunny smile of his.

Wiping a tear with your shoulder, you shake your head as you try to get a read on him.

”you don’t mean that”

“I think I do” He tilts his head, in a way you always found cute but now just find menacing. 

“I can’t let you kill that man Connor” You tighten your hold on your gun and he narrows his eyes, sizing up whether or not he thinks you’ll shoot before going to put his gun down.

Your body relaxes slightly only to be met with the full force of his gun being thrown at you. You try to block it but it crashes into your arm, causing you to hiss out in pain. In the next second Connor is coming at you, disarming your gun and throwing it across the roof. 

You try to throw a punch but he swiftly blocks it, grabbing hold of your shoulder and throwing you to the ground. The impact is harsh and the cold only makes it worse. You can already feel the nasty bruise it’s going to leave but you don’t allow yourself time to dwell on it.

Grabbing a metal grate from nearby you launch it at Connor and use it as a moment of distraction, rushing towards your gun near the ledge of the roof with Connor hot on your heels.

Connor sweeps your legs from under you as you’re inches from the gun, sending you crashing to the ground in a fall that stings your palms. At least it helped that your hands were practically numb from the cold. 

Army crawling as hurriedly as you can, you manage to swipe your gun as it teeters precariously off the edge of the roof. In a motion that sends pain through your injured shoulder, you manage to flip onto your back and point your gun at Connor just as he stands directly over you. 

For a brief second, you can’t help but think that Connor was taking it easy on you, but then he smirks like an asshole and your flame of hope dies out

“You really gonna shoot me, detective?” The cocky disbelief in his eyes is the most emotion you’ve seen from him all day and in a moment of weakness, you hesitate because you’ve seen that look when Gavin throws his fits about Androids or when the other detectives think they can do his job better than him. Cocky was an emotion Connor didn’t often show but it always made you laugh.

He takes advantage of your moment of hesitation, twisting your gun from your hands and throwing it off the roof. It lands with a solid ‘clack’ in the snow below. You try to sweep his feet but he blocks your legs with his arm, grabbing them and pushing them to the ground. He reaches down and grabs you by the collar of your sweater, angling you so that you're dangling over a fall that would definitely kill and for the first time, you truly feel scared of Connor.

You struggle in his grip to no avail, eventually giving up as you stare into his eyes for what might be the last time. You feel tired and angry and heartbroken and you don’t have the energy to fight him anymore. You let the wind rage around you as you hold out your arms, daring him to drop you.

“Moment of truth Connor…what are you gonna do?” You struggle to catch your breath as his LED violently flashes red. “You gonna kill me for trying to be a good friend?” You wait for anything to happen, for him to throw you off the roof or respond but all he does is stand there staring blankly. His LED goes crazy, flashing from red to blue to yellow and back again, like he’s having some sort of internal struggle. 

His grip on you seems to loosen a bit and you inhale sharply “C-Connor” You cry out desperately and he gasps, his grip tightening as he pulls you into his body and clings tightly to you. He takes a few steps back from the roof, forcing your body to move with his as he brings you both back to safety.

His arms wrap around you in a tight embrace and you’re unsure what to feel until you hear his pained voice

“I’m sorry.” It’s more raw than you’ve ever heard it before and soon enough tears are streaming down your face as your arms reciprocate his hold. His hands clench tighter to your jacket at the sound of your sobs. “I’m so sorry i-” His voice breaks off and his chest starts shaking and you look up to see tears streaming down his face.

You’d never seen him cry before, you didn’t even know he was capable of it- and from the looks of it neither did he.

“A-amanda- she took control and I couldn’t-” His eyes refuse to focus on you, staring at the swirling snow behind you, so you release one arm to cup his face and bring his gaze down to yours. “I tried to kill you” He looks absolutely heartbroken at what he’s done and he quickly begins to scan you for injuries. His hands coming up to cup your jaw and tilt your face this way and that.

You manage a smile through your tears as you realize you have your Connor back. Relishing the gentle way he holds your face and the concern that never leaves his eyes as he looks over you. 

“No harm no foul” You attempt a joke and Connor’s lips quirk up for the briefest moment before his gaze zeros in on your shoulder and he frowns

“I hurt you” You pursed your lips, unable to deny that fact but not wanting to ruin the moment. Reaching up, you wipe the tears from his cheeks with a gentle hand, watching as he leans into your touch.

“It’ll heal.” You tell him instead, just happy to be bruised and safe rather than dead. “What happened back there?” He looks like he wants to say more about your injury but after reading the look in your eyes he drops it.

“ I broke free. I was stuck in this frozen garden for so long. I couldn’t control my own body or words but then I heard your voice and I had to save you” You lay your head on his chest once more, feeling the steady flow of Thirium pumping through his body, the cold long forgotten from your mind.

He rests his chin upon your head, pulling you into a hug once again. 

“You’re more important to me than any mission.” His voice trembles and it takes everything in you not to start crying again “I didn’t mean any of it- those awful things I said, I didn’t mean any of them… I Love you, Detective”

Your gaze snaps to Connors, a wide smile and a light blue blush dusting his cheeks. Those three words- three words ten minutes ago you were sure you’d never heard from him. You had to make sure you hadn’t misheard him 

“What?” your heart pounded in your chest

“I said I love you, detective” This was really happening. Connor loved you back. You couldn’t help the tears that fell at the genuine emotion in his voice.

“I love you too, Connor” A delighted laugh escapes you as you pull him in for a kiss, soft cold lips meeting yours. Sure this wasn’t your ideal confession but with Connor, nothing ever went as planned, and that was perfectly fine with you “Now let’s go home, it’s freezing up here”

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A/n: peep me watching the roof scene over and over to get this right (and also just to admire Connor) ~ Starry

[upon-a-starry-night]

Love Favors The Misfortunate

Natasha Romanoff x Gender-Neutral Reader

Natasha Masterlist Main Masterlist

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Minor Violence

Summary: Misfortune always seems to follow you no matter what you do. But where there’s trouble, Nat often follows, maybe love was on your side after all?

Disclaimer: This was part of a writing exercise I did so it’s kind of silly and unedited but enjoy!

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Somehow you always managed to wind up in the worst situations that Earth could possibly experience. You wondered if you were just cursed or something considering last week you were present for not one but two bank robberies. 

Maybe that was just the life of a delivery driver?

You hoped the lady behind the bank counters Caesar salad tasted better after death threats and salty tears of desperation.

This time, however, in the middle of checking the GPS during a stoplight, the sound of screams alerts you to the number of people ditching their cars and running past your motorcycle in fear.

Looking up you see the giant rip in Earth's atmosphere, monster-looking creatures spilling out of the hole. 

Oh, Good.

You immediately kick your motorcycle into gear, walking the bike through the crowds of people until you can manage to make a U-turn and speed off, weaving your way through the panic.

You spare a few glances into your mirrors as more flying monsters spill out of the sky and it's during one of these glances that you fail to notice the giant alien who has just landed in the street a few feet ahead of you. By the time you notice him you only have enough time to attempt a full stop which results in your bike sliding from under you and skidding across the pavement. Ouch.

Much to your luck, however, the bike collides directly with the monster and sends it straight into its own spear. A weird purple liquid oozing slowly from underneath the unconscious body. 

You frown, it was going to cost a pretty penny to get your bike fixed if it was even salvageable and now you definitely weren’t getting paid for the hamburger and fries that were probably still warm in your delivery bag.

Maybe you could see if french fries taste better after near-death and motorcycle debt.

Wincing, you feel your arms already bruising and your jeans have ripped through to your thigh, you're not bleeding as much as you probably should be from that slide but it still hurts like hell. Thank god you were wearing all your safety equipment.

A hand is extended out to you and you graciously take it, looking up to meet eyes with the prettiest redhead you’ve ever seen. She’s giving you an impressed smile and you feel like you could melt right then and there. Although that might also be from the burning pain in your leg. 

You probably need to find a hospital. Or maybe you were dead and this was an angel.

You always figured they’d look like the horrendous abomination of eyes and wings that they were described as, not as pretty redheads with striking green eyes but you weren’t complaining.

“That was a good move” There are still people running past you screaming but it feels like time stops when she speaks to you. 

“Yep. that was definitely something I did on purpose” Drumming your fingers on your thighs you watch her chuckle and give you a look that tells you she knows you did not, in fact, do that on purpose.

You glance between your bike and the woman in front of you, screaming civilians making the moment almost comical. You felt like you were in some kind of rom-com apocalypse.

Despite it being the last thing you should probably do, you extend your hand out to her and tell her your name. She gives you a very amused look and you shrug your shoulders as if to say ‘Why not? We’re here aren’t we?’ 

She chuckles again as she takes your hand, introducing herself.

Natasha. Derived from the Russian name Anastasia, which means resurrection. Maybe she was an angel. Damn.

Natasha nods her head in the direction of the crowd and smirks “Shouldn’t you be joining them?” You shrug. “Unless you know more moves like that?” She gestures toward your beat-up bike and you shake your head

“No. Unfortunately, I haven't mastered the art of more than one motorcycle trick yet” Not that you could get that thing to start back up again after that anyway.

She shakes her head with a laugh, glancing over her shoulder at the mess the city is becoming before turning back to you. “ Well I guess until you learn you should probably get running”

You nod, a little dejected, your calmness in relativity to the situation was likely the result of a concussion but you weren’t worried. Unless Nat was not real, in that case, you should be worried. Very Worried.

“Will we meet again?” it’s cliche and you immediately feel like a protagonist in a Disney movie but it’s a genuine question.

She smirks and looks around at the city again, gesturing to the absolute clusterfuck that New York had become “For your sake, I hope we don't” 

You know she doesn’t mean anything bad by it and it’s your turn to smirk when you say “Knowing my luck, we will” You hope she finds herself near a few banks in the upcoming months…

She smiles at you and nods her head in the direction of the crowd and you understand what she’s trying to tell you. With one final wave and a small “good luck” you run in the direction of your fellow New Yorkers, occasionally glancing back to see her running in the direction of the main battle.

You didn't know who she was but Damn did you want to. 

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The next time you find yourself in a particularly unfavorable situation is not for months later. Minus that one time you witnessed two old ladies get mugged and that time you almost got hit by an ice-cream truck. But you got free ice cream from the second one so you weren't counting it.

You’d taken up a job in a small pizza place to pay for your bike repairs. It didn’t pay much but you didn’t have that many options after New York got attacked by aliens and half the businesses were destroyed or temporarily shut down. This is one of the few places still open which means on Friday nights you were busy as hell.

It was not a Friday night. It was a Tuesday afternoon and your coworker who was supposed to be on shift with you called out sick which meant you were manning the shop by yourself. Your stupid coworker was probably just off cheating on his girlfriend again but you didn’t care because the shop was empty which meant you could play games on your phone without his judgmental stare.

You’re struggling through level 5 of Candy Crush when the sound of breaking glass comes from the front of the shop and you sigh. You would be surprised but it was New York, more specifically it was your life in New York.

What you are surprised by, however, is the sight of familiar red hair covered in glass in the entryway, and you really want to rub your eyes with the squeaking sound effect like in the cartoons but the amount of microfibers that just got released into the air would suggest not doing that.

“Well well well” You realize you sound more like a supervillain than you intended and you freeze when she stands and sharply turns in your direction, gun pointed directly at you. You throw your hands up in surrender immediately. Goddamn supervillain catchphrases always making pretty girls turn their guns on you.

When she seems to recognize you she relaxes only for a man to jump through the already broken glass window and tackle her to the ground again. You want to help but considering you still haven't learned any more motorcycle tricks(or any tricks in general) you figure you would probably be useless.

You watch helplessly as she disarms and renders the guy unconscious in a matter of seconds and then stands and dusts herself off. The guy on the ground looks like some old-timey variation of Hitler and you're pretty glad she knocked him unconscious before he could even notice you. 

You focus back on Nat who's looking at you like a wounded animal that could run away at any moment and It’s then that you realize that most people are not quite used to these kinds of situations. Clearly, you weren’t like most people. You point to the body in a trenchcoat on the ground as you crinkle your nose

“Are you taking that guy with you when you leave?” She huffs out a laugh and you feel yourself smile at successfully getting her to laugh again.

You, one.

Hitlerman, zero.

At least you were winning one game. Stupid Candy Crush.

She looks around the shabby pizza place and then zones in on your nametag, only them seeming to realize you worked there. She tilts her head, nodding to your flimsy little name pinned to your T-shirt. 

“Why are you working here? Where’s the bike?” You sigh, you knew the question was coming but it’s still a sore subject for you. You internally punch a wall but on the outside, you frown just a little. It’s the saddest expression Nat’s seen on your face so far.

“She’s in the shop. Repairs are taking longer than I thought and now I’m forced to conform to my least favorite type of work just to get her back” Nat gives an understanding nod and then cringes a little, walking towards you until she’s right in front of you. She places a hand on your head and you inhale sharply.

A small frown forms on Nat’s face “You’re bleeding” 

The feeling of her hand on your face confirms that she’s not an angel or a figment of your imagination and you don’t realize you’ve voiced that thought out loud until you hear Nat barking out a laugh.

“I’m flattered but, well-” She glances up, then behind her, then back towards you “I wouldn’t be so sure just yet” She smirks and removes her hand just as a ceiling panel falls from the roof. Dust flies into the air and you cover your face to avoid getting more shit in your eyes.

When the room finally settles Natasha is nowhere in sight but there’s a Captain America band-aid on the serving counter and you feel a small smile across your face. What a dramatic exit. Now who was the supervillain?

You take great notice of the fact that Hitlerman is also gone and you wonder how the fuck she managed to do that. But more importantly, you hoped this wasn’t coming out of your paycheck.

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You can’t emphasize enough to most people how much you’re not even trying to be in the situations you get caught in. In fact, the one time you stayed home for a week you ended up catching the Flu. How the hell do you catch the flu from staying home? After that, you just accepted that you were a magnet for misfortune and there was nothing you could do about it.

Although, after meeting Nat you found yourself a little excited anytime something misfortunate happened and that was probably psychotic and you should definitely check yourself into a psych ward but you’d probably end up choking on a crayon and getting deemed a risk to those around you so what was the use?

Still, of all the robberies you’d been a witness to you’d never been a part of a hostage situation. Until now. Stupid Banks! 

Usually, you’d assume that the police would handle a situation like this and you’d be stuck in this bank for hours until someone grew a dick and negotiated something but this time circumstances were a little different. To start, the guy who was currently robbing the bank was holding some type of gun that was the equivalent of real-life freeze tag. 

Anyone who got zapped by the oddly blue glowing gun was frozen in place, which led you to problem number two. 

The police had shown up nearly half an hour ago and someone must not have briefed them on this wacko holding you hostage because the second one of them snuck in the back door with a gun he was frozen in place looking like the idiot that he probably was. 

You would attempt to grab his gun but you didn’t feel like doing that shit. Who were you to risk your life and try to be a hero for some money that this poor fellow probably needed considering New York's rent cost.

Maybe if the stupid fucker hadn’t frozen the one lady who knew the code to the very comically large bank safe he wouldn’t be stuck making stupid negotiations and holding people hostage.

Instead, you settled against a wall near a bunch of crying civilians and attempted once again to beat level 10 of Candy Crush. You give up after ten minutes and delete the app. Really you were just trying to kill the time until you-know-who showed up.

She and her band of merry men had grown a reputation for taking care of situations that the regular authorities couldn’t and that’s why you weren’t the least bit surprised when the room began to fill with a cloudy white smoke.

Others began panicking, fearing that it was some sort of poisonous gas and you rolled your eyes. This was not poisonous gas, you’d seen poisonous gas and this was not it. 

This was a very dramatic entrance formulated by your absolute favorite redhead. God, you felt like you were in a spy movie. Any second now you’d see a faint figure slowly descending from the ceiling in all black with a gas mask on and spy music would start playing.

Any second now.

Aaaaaany second now- 

A scream from beside you makes you jolt and you find the sobbing woman next to you with a hand over her mouth. A gruff-looking man is telling her to keep quiet and your eyes widen for a second as you think ‘Oh shit. Double robbery.’ But from behind the gruff-looking man walks a familiar figure and she pats him on the shoulder as she passes him. 

You squint your eyes, what an oddly metal-looking shoulder. Perhaps you were hallucinating. Stress and all that.

By this point, enough white smoke has filled the room that the bank robber is wildly swinging around in fear as he squints to see. He’s probably more on edge after that woman's scream as well. Yeeeeah more of a horror movie than a spy movie now. 

The reason you can see everyone so well is due to your superior eyesight and definitely not the science lab goggles that you had in your bag for no suspicious reasons. Hey, you had to be prepared for literally anything considering your luck.

Nat’s wearing some kind of night vision-looking goggles and a mask and when she passes you you poke her leg. She jumps a little, glaring at you until she seems to recognize you despite your flawless Lab Scientist disguise and her eyes widen. Her eyes seem to scream ‘What are you doing here’ but you feel it’s too obvious of a question to bother answering. 

Instead, you give her the biggest smile you can muster and a friendly wave, mouthing “Hiiii Nat!” 

She rolls her eyes but you can see the smile she’s hiding under her mask and you mentally fist pump. Three for three.

You point to the man wielding the gun and mouth to her “Go! Team go!” 

She shakes her head, exasperated by your lack of fear and self-preservation but holds her finger up to her mouth telling you to be silent as she turns to sneak up on the man. 

Your body does so love disobeying orders though, so it chooses that moment to sneeze, which has the man pointing the gun in your direction (not that he can see as his eyes are practically watering now) and Nat turns to you with a glare.

You raise your hands up in surrender and in an attempt to help, you throw the nearest object on the floor across the room. Oh, that was your phone- well, okay. Either way, it helps, the man swings back in that direction, blasting his gun in the air and Nat takes the moment to attack him from behind. 

She disarms him easily, taking him to the ground and placing him in handcuffs. She inspects the device carefully, flipping a switch and aiming it at the closest frozen person. With a bolt of light, they unfreeze and gasp for breath. Good, at least the idiot had created some sort of Ctrl-Shift Undo button.

You're part of the first few escorted out of the building considering you weren’t frozen or in hysterics and the paramedics look at you a little funny but wrap a shock blanket around your shoulders.

Yes, shock. That's what you were experiencing. Normal people things. You twist back and forth and watch the shock blanket sway as you wait for Nat to be done with her serious business. God, serious business was boring and took forever.

When she finally emerges from the building she ignores the press and police that come up to talk to her and heads straight for you. Ha! Eat shit losers.

She doesn’t bother with formalities, why would she? It's you. Instead, she hands you a small black box as she takes in the shock blanket you’ve tied around your neck to look like a cape.

“Here’s your phone” You take the object from her hands and inspect it.

Oh wow, No cracks, that's great. Wait- “This is not my phone” You turn it over and inspect the Stark logo on the back of it. Yeeeeah definitely not yours.

“No, it’s not” She doesn't bother lying to you at least, and you hum in acknowledgment. Well, you weren’t one to pass up a free upgrade. You pocket the phone and stick your hands in your front pockets, flashing her a smile

“So… you come around here often?” She rolls her eyes at your stupid attempt at a joke. Or flirting. Either one works.

“How do you keep ending up in these situations?”

It’s your turn to smirk “Maybe it’s just an excuse to see you?” 

She gives you a look that says ‘It better not be’ and you just shrug, your shock blanket falling to the ground. Fucker. Making you look uncool. You refuse to bend down and pick it up. Recovery blankets were for losers anyway.

Still, she smiles at you anyway and crosses her arms “I’m beginning to think the only way to keep you safe is to keep you with me”

Your heart leaps but you pretend to be nonchalant. You're only blushing because of shock or whatever. Play it cool “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea” A stupid smile forces its way onto your face despite your best attempts to repress it and Nat laughs at your stubbornness.

“But first I think we’ve got to teach you some self-defense” She nods her head indicating for you to follow her and you both begin walking in step to an unmarked black car. 

Kidnapper car.

Cameras are flashing around you and you think about how cool you’ll look with Lab goggles atop your head and white smoke in your hair on the news tomorrow morning. The media was going to love you.

Turning to Nat on your way to the car, you have a question that’s been itching at you that you feel the need to ask 

“Do you think your sugar daddy can help me fix my bike?”

She punches you in the arm.

A/n: This was initially a writing exercise to write the silliest short story I could think of, but I thought it was cute so I decided to post it~ Starry

[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Epilogue

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 719

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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“And here I am thinking ‘Oh god I’m going to be kidnapped by an angry-looking puppy dog-” The people around you laugh as you tell this story for probably the twentieth time. However, one very unamused-looking puppy dog who is sitting in the corner does not laugh.

“Meanwhile I’m just trying to figure out why my potential kidnapper is buying so many plums”

Bucky groans as the rest of the group begins teasing him and he tries to defend himself to no avail. There’s no escaping the roasting of both Sam and Wanda.

You look over into the kitchen during all the commotion and see Nat staring at you with a lazy smile on her face and a glass of wine in her hand. You beam in her direction and send her a wink before diving back into your story of how you two officially met. 

All of the other Avengers had been curious about your presence but they’d grown used to you the more you came around, and you and Wanda had hit it off just like Nat thought you would.

It was a rocky start after you two had gotten together, Nat was still dealing with government stuff and the Avengers were divided but your support always comforted Nat, and now she had a shoulder to rest on on the days that got rough.

The rest of the Avengers seemed to enjoy your presence as well, and eventually, you’d convinced them all to do a game night together. 

Tensions were high when they’d all first sat down but by the end of the night, everyone was laughing and teasing like before.

You had the biggest smile on your face that night and that was when Nat realized just how gone for you she was. She wasn’t big on the idea of marriage but she bought you two promise rings the next day. 

You brought her peace and happiness and helped bring her family back together. She didn’t know if it was God or Fate but whoever it was she was thankful that you’d texted her that random morning. 

She walked over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist, feeling you lean back into her.

When you’d finished telling your story and everyone was talking amongst themselves you turned your head to the side to catch her lips in a kiss.

“Hi Nat” You breathe out with a soft smile as soon as you pull away.

Nat smiled into your shoulder, kissing your scar lightly before speaking lowly into your ear.

“I was going through my phone listening to some of your old messages and guess what I found?” Curious and a little worried you tilt your head and make a noise of question, all while being distracted by the taste of wine that now lingered on your tongue.

Much to your horror, the sound of your voice begins playing lowly on her phone speaker

‘Anyway, sorry I know that was a lot- all that to say I miss you and I love y-’ You reach to shut off the voicemail as you hiss at her to turn it off, embarrassment burning your cheeks

“I thought I deleted that?!” You were so sure you’d pressed the delete button all those months ago and now you were determined to delete it for certain this time. 

All your attempts to reach Nat’s phone to delete the message are useless of course and you forget your mission halfway through when Nat laughs at your failure to do so. Your mission changes then, and instead of reaching for your phone, you take Nat’s moment of distraction to peck a kiss on her cheek, quickly looking away to try and pretend you didn’t do anything but unable to hide the blush on your face.

Her laugh stops and when you turn to look back at her the playfulness in her eyes has been replaced with a hazy dark green. 

You don’t even try to protest as Nat pulls you away from the group and off towards the direction of your shared bedroom.

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A/n: ahhh it’s finally done! I really hope you guys like this ending as much as I do. I feel like a simple domestic end is perfect for Nat and Y/n after such a rollercoaster of a relationship. Feel free to ask me any questions in the comments. I love answering them!! ~ Starry

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