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vintagehellfire · 6 years

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Down The Rabbit Hole

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader

Modern AU, Punk!Ben/Kylo - Baker!Reader

Prompt: Ben Solo x reader where they’re at readers 21st birthday party and they play a drunk 7 minutes in heaven.

Word count: 6.4K

Warnings: Profanity, drinking, getting drunk. Nothing else really.

Tags: @nightsofren

PART 1 | PART 2 |

Your (Y/H/C) fell in front of your face as you put the last touches on the baked goods you were making for your own birthday. Of course, you hadn’t trusted anyone but yourself with it. Why would you? Despite owning your own bakery and having other bakers among you, you couldn’t bring yourself to. You had a vision and you wanted exactly what you had foreseen. Of course, that didn’t stop anyone from asking to assist you.

You were perfectly capable yourself and of course, you trusted no one with your very secret chocolate pomegranate macaron recipe. You even made little bits of icing that looked like pomegranate seeds to top the little French treats once they were done, all crafted from your own imagination. Everything was your own in the bakery, but these most of all. You pressed on, invitations sent out, fliers scattered around town, a digital flier posted to your website and to the Instagram that your staff ran, but nonetheless you were nervous. Your bakery would host a small party, your birthday being unknown, thanks to your lovely employees, Rey and Poe but the planning and baking was more than you could handle. In fact, the workload stressed you out to the point where you were lacking sleep and taking 15-minute naps during breaks and while your pastries and goods were in the oven. You were so wrapped up in your prep work that you didn’t register the silver bell at the door ding and the sudden hush that seemed to sweep across the elegant space.

The first thing that the “Intruder”, as you called him, noticed was the Victorian railings that led down the three steps down and into the quaint place. He also took notice of the crème wallpaper pattered and littered with twirls of flowers and vines and deeply admired it. He loved the place endlessly despite that you kicked him out at whatever expense you could afford; he found this more amusing than anything and enticed him to keep coming back to push your buttons. The walls were littered with photographs you had taken, framed in handpicked vintage frames with a gold frottage. The bakery was your heart and soul and it showed. From the furnished dark hardwood floors, to the trims right by the ceiling, it was a deeply rooted part of you. This made the man’s heart swell three times bigger if that was a possibility. The nerves that shook him whenever he strolled in were greater than you could fathom. You couldn’t possibly imagine why he kept coming back after you continuously kicked him out time and time again but in a sense it was endearing.

“Hey, Intruder at one o’clock.” Rey nudged you, smile spreading across her face, and sauntered to the back to roll out the dough for your cinnamon buns. A groan tumbled from your lips and into the open air and the action that would have accompanied it would be you slamming your head into the counter but you resisted. Why had he come back? Of all people, why did the punk with an attitude have to come back and taunt you on one of your biggest days? You straightened yourself out, hands brushing against your black apron, tucking your hair back, and with that you let out a huff of air and made your way over to the cash register.

“Hey,” the “Intruder” began but you were quick to snap.

“What the hell do you want, Ren?” You spat at the man before you. He closed his eyes tight and looked to his feet. His dark curls falling in front of his face as a heavy curtain to shield his emotions. You refused to let yourself get close to anyone, much less the man before you. He seemed impulsive and reckless, a man that good looking could never bring anything good into your life. The dark figure chewed the inside of his cheek for a bit before flicking his caramel eyes up to yours, a soft expression adorning them.

“A cof- an espresso. Bitter as it can be and uh,” his eyes briefly lefts your face and to the menu on the wall, “a pomegranate-” He never finished his nervous thought though.

“It’s off the menu.” You snapped back at him. “You can have the coffee but the pomegranate macaron is off the menu.” You crossed your arms over your chest and your facial expression was stone. You drew some attention from your regulars and they gave you quizzical looks but you ripped your gaze away from them and pretended to not care.

“Alright, well, then I’ll take that coffee for here,” the man emphasised as a cocky smirk grew across his face, “and whatever treat you’ll let me have, sweetheart.” His voiced dripped with sarcasm and an undertone of something smugger.

“I can treat you to a nice kick in the-” but your exchange was cut short by Poe stepping in and apologising for you. You loved Poe and he was one of your first friends and employees but sometimes he was just far too kind. His eyes were inviting and his mousey brown hair was what every woman would ever deem as dreamy. The one thing you absolutely adored and loathed about your friend; however, was that he was far too much of a kind soul.

“Fresh cinnamon rolls! We have a batch fresh from the oven and Rey is currently rolling out some more for the party a little later tonight. Have one on the house. (Y/N)’s treat.” A smile flashed across your best bakers face and it infuriated you. It was a smile that melted hearts but you wanted to do nothing more than strangle your friend in that moment. He was practically giving a peace offering to the pompous asshole that stood before you.

For the next hour or so you worked away at your macarons begrudgingly while you glared at the tall and brooding man sitting at the very far table closest to the shop window. He sipped his espresso, knowing that every single sip he took bothered you and every bite of his cinnamon roll made you want to physically roll him out the door. He took pleasure in watching your blood slowly boil and then some. At one point he stopped chiming into your game of who could piss who off the most and he became engrossed in a book he had brought with him. He actually knows what a book is? You thought to yourself before shaking your head and heading to put your macarons in the oven for a quarter hour. Rey and Poe exchanged a brief glance before Rey approached you. You barely registered Poe going out to the front and instead focused on Rey.

“So what’s with you and Kylo?” A suggestive smirk befell her lips and she put all her weight into one hip almost in a contrapposto manner. This was enough to make your roll your eyes into the back of your head and let out a long groan.

“Fucking, nothing,” you spoke through your teeth, “how dare he come back into my shop and taunt me the way he has. I mean, god he irks me so damn much. How many times do I have to kick him out Rey? How many until he gets that he’s not welcome here?” You leaned your back against the counter in the kitchen and sighed out before looking to your feet. “It’s not- it’s not just…”

“What isn’t?” Your friend asked you carefully. She didn’t want to push you too far and have you retract your feelings. You refused to admit that you found Kylo Ren attractive in the least. His freckles and beauty marks that adorned his face, the sleek and curled locks that shaped and captured his face perfectly, his high cheekbones and near perfect facial structure. You refused to believe these thoughts and you always shoved them to the back burner violently.

“If you say anything, I’ll murder you.” You warned before letting out a defeated sigh. “It’s not just down to him, and I know I’m being a jackass but nothing good can come from someone that pretty okay? Nothing. I’m just trying to look out for myself.” You pushed off the counter and your face turned back into a stone cold expression before you walked back out to greet a few customers. Little did you know that Poe and Rey had already formulated a plan for the two of you.

At the front counter, you were greeted by Kylo and the dishes he had used, book tucked under his arm. You noticed that it was one of your favourites; Girl in a Band the memoir by Kim Gordon. That alone was enough to make your heart nearly melt. It wasn’t a classic novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald but nonetheless, it was one of your absolute favourite memoirs written by one of your favourite people. You bit your lip and let your eyes flick over the taller man’s face before letting them land on the counter in front of you.

“So uh- I didn’t want you to exert yourself, thought I’d bring the dishes over to you.” His hard gaze not wavering from you. At his comment, your head shot up and your eyes narrowed, a toxic gaze digging into the “Intruder”.

“I am capable of walking over there myself, asshole.” You spit at him. “I mean, really? You don’t want me to exert myself? What the fuck is your problem?” You refused to accept that he did such a thing because it was from the good of his heart. You didn’t want to hear it.

“Okay, well sorry that I noticed that you’re dead tired, that you’re clearly overworking yourself, and that every step you take you looks like you could collapse. I’m sorry for trying to give a single,” he waved his hand dismissively in front of his face and shook his head, “you know what? Never mind. I’ll drop by tonight. Happy birthday, (y/n).” Kylo dropped a twenty on the counter and walked out of the bakery, leaving you absolutely dumbfounded. How did he know it was your birthday? Only the personal invites you sent out were an indicator of what celebration you were putting on.

The bakery’s party began to die down and most treats were sold out completely by the end of the night, a small box of macarons was left and maybe a cinnamon bun or two. Coconut ice cream remained but a substantially smaller amount than the night had started with. Streamers and confetti littered the floor and you had trouble cleaning every bit of it up. Eventually, your lovely staff told you to book it home and get some rest and get ready before the party and you actually listened. Little did you know of their plans.

When you managed to make it up the stairs and through the door, you flopped down onto your couch and kicked your shoes off. You rubbed your hands over your face and let out a sigh through your nose, your eyes feeling heavy. A quick nap never did anyone harm, did it?

Low light and the crack of vinyl. New Wave flowed through the air and swam around you, entrancing you in its distorted and messy melodies. You swayed, warm hands firmly on your waist and yours on the person’s shoulders. The warmth and happiness hammered into your chest and the smile that adorned your face hurt but you wouldn’t give it up for the world.

“You look lovely tonight, (Y/N).” A shiver ran down your spine as the deep voice spoke in a whisper next to your ear. It echoed in your dream and moulded with the music playing. “Enticing, entrancing, beautiful. I had to tell you, my love.”

You shot up from your sleep and shook yourself from your thoughts. They were utterly ridiculous, besides, you had things to do and a party to get ready for. The nap did you some good and you couldn’t deny it but the dream ran shivers down your spine and flashed across your vision many a time. Hopping onto your feet, you padded into the kitchen and got glasses of all sorts; for wine, shots, beer, and regular drinking glasses. Nobody would drink from a solo cup at your party. It was going to be a fairly large one and everyone was welcome to bring a plus one despite being an intimate party. You knew it would get out of hand with the number of people you knew and had worked with through the years. It would be a great time and you knew that only your friends would end up staying until some absurd hour in the night.

Once the drinks were laid out, you jogged over to your room and began getting ready. You took a comb to your (H/L) (H/C) hair and brushed it out with haste before moving on to what you’d wear. You knew that your work attire was only to seem presentable to the public but now you could be yourself. You ripped out a pair of black jeans and threw them on, jumping up and down while trying to pull them on. You nearly trashed your closet for a shirt until you found one you bought at your favourite bands show. Over that you threw on an oversized faux leather jacket and you were near set. You kept everything else the way you had since you started the day.

With an hour left until your gathering began, you started to bring out snacks. The batch of peppermint macarons were new and they were a choice snack but the last of the pomegranate ones remained tucked away. You felt bad and you saved them for a very particular person, and this was against your better judgement. You knew it but you felt awful. Not even fifteen minutes passed and the doorbell rang. Someone was here incredibly early. You’d hope it would be Poe or Rey to help you set up but when you swung the door open you saw the person you least expected who was shifting from foot to foot.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You bit your tongue as soon as you saw the man’s attire and the nervousness that seeped through him. What happened to the cocky man that you knew and tried to convince yourself you loathed? He wore an outfit that reflected yours but instead of a band t-shirt, he wore a loose fitting white collar shirt under his leather jacket. Fitting jeans hugged his legs and he wore Docs on his feet to emphasise his personality and effort to look slightly elegant and dressed up for you.

“I- Didn’t Poe tell you?” He inquired. At this your brows furrowed and you tilted your head to the side in confusion. Was Poe supposed to tell you anything? What did Poe do? As you connected the dots your blood boiled and you felt the tips of your ears get hot. Your friends and best employees had invited this nuisance to your 21st birthday? “I’ll take that as a no.” Kylo avoided your gaze completely and started to turn away.

“Wait!” You reached out and grabbed his hand, meaning to grab his arm instead but you had made your move and it was final. As soon as you touched his hand your dream flashed across your eyes and you dropped his hand as if it was a hot pan straight from the oven. “Sorry. Come in.” You stepped aside in order to make room for him to step past the doorway and into your humble abode. Despite not being the biggest fan of his, he was cordially invited by your friend as his plus one and you wanted to at least try to make him feel welcome. After all, would you even see him after people came in? Kylo gave you a hesitant look before shifting once again from foot to foot, his eyes never leaving yours as he took a step across the entryway. The antsy demeanour didn’t leave him until well into the night.

“I don’t want to intrude, really. I already do in your shop I can’t- Can I help you with anything?” You closed the door after Ren nervously spoke and sighed gently. You didn’t notice the way his eyes looked over you in adoration, a star-struck, lovesick expression taking over him for a few seconds before he tried to compose himself. “I might as well make myself useful since I’m forty-five minutes early. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to work overtime on your birthday. It’s not just.” His sincerity spilt from him and he made his way over to the drinks table.

“You want to make yourself useful?” You scoffed, wanting to kick yourself in the ass for how rude you were being. The further you pushed him the better. You couldn’t possibly let yourself fall for the punk. “How about you make a salad, think you can handle that, Ren?” Your heart hammered in your chest. Being a jackass was never so hard for you. As soon as the words left your mouth and your defences were up, Kylo retaliated and hid his discomfort the same way you had.

“A goldfish could make a salad. Just tell me what you want for it and where to find it.” He pushed past you, knocking your shoulder on the way to the fridge. You rolled your eyes and muttered that the recipe was on the fridge door and you stormed off into the living room to choose some music to play so that you wouldn’t need to sit in agonising silence with the impossible man before you. You shuffled through your record collection unbeknownst to Kylo’s gazes and looks to your general direction. You plucked a few records from your collection and ran a hand through your hair which caused your guest to nearly choke on his spit.

“If you have an issue with what I chose to play you can suck it.” You called out as you turned on your record player and gently pulled out Black Sabbath’s Paranoid and placed it gently on the turntable in order to play it loud and proud. It rang out through your apartment and with the first note, Kylo’s head shot up and his eyes fell on you in awe. This was not what he expected from a more or less quiet baker.

“You listen to Sabbath?” He called out as he started to chop some kale for the quinoa and chickpea salad you wanted to make. He debated asking you a follow up question of what else you had in your extensive collection but he bit his sharp tongue and continued making the recipe you had written out.

“If you don’t listen to Sabbath, Ren, you’ve gone down a rabbit hole.” You spat and shrunk in on yourself. Why did you have to be so rude to him? What had he done to you? Come on, look at him! The slope of his nose, his beautiful profile, and his strong jawline. You quickly dismissed your thoughts but you couldn’t help but steal glances at the beautiful man on occasion.

“Ben. Call me Ben.” He corrected but didn’t spare you a glance. “You’re right though. That’s why I listen to Sabbath on a day to day basis. Can’t go wrong with that. Have you got any Greta Van Fleet?” He asked you and you nearly choked on your spit. You strut over to Ben, hips swaying gently side to side to the music and you hummed along, entranced.

“Bought their record a few weeks ago and can’t get enough of it. Why, Ren?” You ignored his statement about his name and venom dripped from your tongue as you inquired. You were being an asshole and you knew it. All in good defence, right?

“It’s Ben. And because they’re good. Combination of AC/DC, The Who, and a few other iconic solo artists. But they make a sound for themselves. It’s really cool. Thought I’d recommend them if you didn’t already know them but you beat me to it.” A genuine smile graced Ben’s lips and your heart leapt into your throat, breath hitching.

The forty five minutes passed with the two of you making various salads and bruschetta for your gathering and eventually you mixed a punch that was a little too strong, but of course you’d need the extra kick if you wanted to get by tonight. Eventually your doorbell began to ring and your friends and theirs piled in and handed you various gifts, wished you a happy birthday and exchanged small talk. The apartment was getting louder and through the night you went through a good twelve records of yours. Some Sonic Youth, Greta Van Fleet – per Ben’s request, Bowie, and of course your fair share of Led Zeppelin. A drink was always in your hand and a smile plastered to your face, but that might have been because you were also, well, plastered. You drank wine, joined Poe and one of your childhood friends, Finn, in some shots. Rey dragged you off and popped open some champagne to toast to you and you never refused specifically so you could avoid Ben. Eventually, your dream came back to you and your chest got all bubbly and warm but not from the wine. The voice made you feel warm and welcomed and you couldn’t shake it.

A loud and booming voice broke your thoughts with a slur. “Hey everybody, gather round! We’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven!” You didn’t know who called it out but without thinking, you agreed. Everybody made their way to the living quarters from which the coffee table was pushed to the wall. A good fifteen people gathered around and sat in circle formation on the ground and the empty champagne bottle had been placed in the dead centre. “If anyone is unclear on the rules, just say so.” The unknown man called out. You didn’t pay much attention but Ben shuffled over and sat across from you with his legs crossed, a look of worry dawning upon him. To him, you looked carefree and relaxed. It pained him that you seemed to need the alcohol in order to feel that way but he let it be. There we very few people who didn’t play the game and Kylo- Ben- found himself joining in for reasons that you never would have expected. Normally you would have rolled your eyes and called him a pig, assuming he was playing in order to score seven minutes with you. His intentions were purely innocent despite what you could have thought. He played in order to keep you safe. He hated the idea of people taking advantage of you seeing as you were drunk. Despite the fact that it was a party with your friends, there were many people you didn’t know and some who dared attempt flirting. He worried but he would never admit it to you. Not with how you both interacted with one another.

The first few rounds went by and many people came out of your cramped and dark closet beet red and flustered. Some were very drunk and some more sober than others but they’d all receive a round of cheers and applause over whatever band was playing. This went on until the champagne bottle landed on you and a giggle erupted from your throat. You were very drunk and were surprised that you didn’t see a blurry mass of bodies. You would not remember the night, and that was certain. You grabbed the bottle and let your gaze fall on the dishevelled punk before you spun it hard. Part of you prayed it wouldn’t land on him, but another part of you, a big and drunken part of you wanted nothing but for it to land on him. The bottle spun for what felt like an eternity until lit came to a slow halt in front of Ben. Your breath hitched as your eyes met his. You noticed how beautiful he looked in his nervous and jittery state and how attractive he appeared when he sucked his lip into his mouth. I wish his lip wasn’t the only thing he’s sucking right now. The thought ran through your head briefly before you extended your hand to him. With hesitance he took it and pulled you into the closet at which people wooed and cheered. You even heard a brief ‘GET SOME!’

As soon as the closet door was shut, your friends started a timer and you wasted no time, pressing yourself to the large man before you. Startled he pushed you away gently but ran his hands down your arms and he slipped his rough hands into yours, giving them a squeeze. He pressed his forehead to yours and let out a shaky breath.

“Hey.” He whispered to you. You didn’t understand. You craved his lips and you wanted them on yours without hesitation. You wanted fire and fervency, desire and need. Deep down buried under a haze you knew it was the overwhelming amount of alcohol doing the thinking but you couldn’t help what you craved.

“Hey, beautiful.” You slurred and took him aback, placing one of his hand low on your hip. His breathing became a bit heavier and he started to get antsy. You pushed yourself closer to his body, the warmth calling to you and so you tilted your head up and placed a quick little kiss on his chin, frowning as he had started to pull back.

“(Y/N), you don’t want this. You’re drunk. I can’t do this to you.” He whispered and moved a hand to your face, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You’re going to regret it in the morning.” His voice broke but in your daze you barely noticed. A small laugh bubbled from your throat and Ben had to bite back a smile. His heart fluttered at your laugh and your smile. It ached for you as it had since the day he first stepped into the shop and since you had first kicked him out.

“Ben, just- just one.” You tried to kiss him again but missed and he pushed you to an arms distance away.

“(Y/N), no. Listen to me.” He noticed your eyes glaze over. Little did he know that you were dreaming of him, flashes of your hazy dream earlier playing in front of you. Bits and pieces- that voice, that warmth. You shivered at his touch and craved more as it dawned on you that his hands on your hips felt even better than in your dream. “(Y/N), please look at me” He pleaded as you hummed. “I can’t- I- I can’t kiss you. Not like this okay? How would you feel in the morning?” Ben tried.

“Mm, I’d feel pretty damn good. One kiss.” And you tried to throw yourself at him once again but he pushed you away once again. “Damnit, Ren, why the fuck won’t you let me kiss you?! You stupid and beautiful son of a fucking- god you’re irritating. Just let me kiss your stupid face you fucking dick. This is why I tried to hate you!” You exclaimed. Your outburst took him by surprise and he jumped back slightly, bumping his head gently on the top shelf of your main closet. “God, I knew I shouldn’t have allowed you to stick around. I should have kicked you out you- you-you bastard!” Sobs started to wrack your body and he pulled you close and shushed you, kissing the top of your head with love and care. “This is why I don’t trust pretty people, they’re no good. They’re- they’re only good for heartbreak.” Your muffled words lost in his shirt.

A pang of hurt ran through the man before you at the name you used for him. “Hey, hey, listen to me, in the morning, if you feel this way, tell me. I couldn’t live with myself if I did something to you against your will. You’re drunk. You’re very drunk and I can’t let you act upon impulse when drunk, okay? How would you feel if you woke up and found out we kissed? I can’t take advantage of you that way and it’s not just to you in the least.” He took a half step back and tilted your chin up so you’d look at him. “I care about you. I kept coming back to the shop because I hoped that I could tell you how I felt, and I know you kept kicking me out, I know, and I know I probably should have respected your wishes but I wanted to see more of you and I really really love seeing your hard work pay off. The second I step through the door to your shop, my anxieties die down and I feel at home and- and I love seeing your defensive stance against me. I love seeing you.” He whispers.

“Fuck off Ben…”

“Solo.” His voice cracked.

“Solo. You’re going to rip my heart out in the morning, aren’t you? Just like the last one did? You’re going to ruin me and you’re going to hurt me. You’re going to be like everyone else and you’re going to,” but Ben cut you off with a warm and welcoming hug. Love and sincerity flowed through it and he wanted to make sure you felt exactly that. He wanted you to feel at home, to feel loved and respected. He wanted you to know what his intentions were and that he genuinely meant no harm to you.

“I swear to you I won’t.” And with those words, the closet door was ripped open and the two of you were pushed out. Neither went back to the game though and instead, you sat away, giggling over music until the night of fun ended. With how hammered you were, you could barely walk and you slurred directions to your room. Ben had placed you on the bed, removing your jacket and making sure you were covered with your duvet in order to keep you warm. Through his worry, he escorted people out and made sure all the doors were locked before taking the covers and a few pillows from your couch and making it back to your room. He arranged himself on the floor but didn’t sleep a wink in fear that you threw up and died. Truth was that for a tough punk who had an image to keep, Ben had very high anxiety and the only thing that masked it was him acting high and mighty. He laid back and stared up at your ceiling, thinking of the happenings in your closet and how badly he wanted to press his lips to yours and smile against them until the night ended. His chest started to swell with warmth and so he slammed his head into the pillow. He wanted to puke, to punch himself in the face, to put himself out of his misery because he knew that when you woke up you’d have a distaste for him greater than what used to be.

Come morning, you barely peeled your eyes open, the small amount of light that seeped through your curtains blinded you. You let out a pained groan and pulled the covers over your head but before you knew it, the light was gone and you heard a deep and groggy voice address you.

“How’d you sleep?” You nearly jumped out of your skin but you also couldn’t help but have your heart hammer into your chest from the budding feeling of love spreading through it.

“You stayed?” You very slowly pulled yourself up onto your elbows and looked at Ben, brief memories of last night flashing through your mind. You couldn’t help but notice his incredibly attractive bed hair that you desperately wanted to tug on so you could bring his plump lips to yours. You noticed his pronounced profile in the low light and you couldn’t help but find it very enticing. You barely registered the nod that Ben gave you as your eyes landed on his lips, which he was chewing due to his anxiety levels. Could this be more frustrating? You closed your eyes. “Come here.” You heard him swallow hard and he slowly approached you, hesitant and twitchy. “No, like come here.” You instructed as he stopped by your bed. You gently patted the spot next to you, causing Ben Solo to eye you carefully before he crawled onto the bed, keeping a distance but placing himself beside you. “Thank you, Ben.” Sincerity pooled into your eyes as you looked over his face, his freckles prominent and gently littering it as if small constellations.

“I can get you something for your hangover if you’d like? I’ll make coffee, I’ll,” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging him towards you. His hands shot out and he caught himself before he fell onto you.

“I remember what you said, Ben. Every word. I remember.” His breath hitched and he let out an almost inhuman noise. “I don’t hate you. I don’t. I acted like I did because I was afraid that you’d hurt me. I was so afraid to let myself love and to let someone love me that I put up my walls so high that I didn’t realise how awful I was being. I appreciate you and I appreciate you staying with me, the curtains, the offer for coffee, the- why did you stay?” You managed to muster. A bright red hue tinted his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. He refused to meet your eyes as he answered.

“I wanted to make sure that you didn’t throw up and die in your sleep.” His soft caramel eyes flicked to yours while your (Y/E/C) ones held his gaze steady. “I have a lot of anxiety.” He admit to you.

“You’re actually very kind, Solo. I’m sorry about how I treated you. I’m sorry I was so awful and that I called you a bastard. I- I actually, I set some of those chocolate pomegranate macarons aside for you. I- I thought it might have been a bad idea but I’m glad I did because…” Ben leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips through his smile and gentle laughter. You tried to kiss back but to your misfortune, he pulled away too soon.

“You saved some for me?” He laughed out. “You saved some… Here I was thinking you’d give them to me over your dead body.” He joked but you saw tears spring to his eyes and with that you grabbed his shirt and pressed your lips to his, bringing him in for a sloppy kiss. Your lips moved together with need and fervency. He wanted to show you his love and you wanted to prove the passion you had for him in return. You let Ben’s strong arms slide across your waist and hike up your shirt, warm hands making contact with your burning skin. It felt heavenly to you and you needed him closer.

“Ben…” You breathed out between kisses, hot breath falling across the lips of your admirer. You slid your hands into his soft dark hair and tugged on it gently, earning a groan from your counterpart. With a shaky breath, Ben let your name tumble from his lips and onto yours, pushing closer to you but remaining above the covers. You tugged at his hair once again causing his lips to mould against yours as if a completed puzzle. A rush of scenes from your dream exploded across your vision; the sweet voice, the hands splayed across your body, the comfort you felt, but most of all, the adoration that radiated off the man. “Stay with me?” You pleaded through kisses. Ben’s mind was racing, thoughts uncontrollable and emotions a whirlwind. He wanted this for so long and now that he had it, his body was buzzing from the high. He didn’t know how to process this event or how to react other than to emerge himself in it and enjoy it. It wouldn’t last forever and he feared that you’d change your mind.

“I wouldn’t dream of saying no.” Ben stated breathlessly as he pulled away from you and tucked your hair behind your ear. Another peck was placed on your lips but this time it was slow and gentle. He held himself up by holding your hips and pressing his forehead against yours. You didn’t understand how something so small could be so intimate and meaningful. “Let me make you coffee.” He practically exhaled across your face from how breathless he was. His heart hammered into his chest so hard that he thought it would genuinely rip itself from his ribcage.

“No, come to bed with me…” You suggested. “Please… That’s my birthday wish, Ben. I want to spend every moment of it with you.” You removed the covers in an inviting way and let him scoot under them. The immediate reaction that he had was to snake his arms around your waist, slipping them carefully under your shirt and pulling you to his chest. He let out a deep and pleased hum which reverberated in his chest and along with it a kiss was placed on your forehead.

“Get some rest, I’ll be here for you when you wake up, sweetheart.” You balled your hands up into his shirt and tugged gently, a smile plastered across your face and your pounding headache nearly forgotten thanks to the incredibly attractive man lying beside you and the pet name he used for you. It made you giddy inside despite how much you wanted to punch the smirk off his face when he had initially called you by said name.

“Ben Solo, I have to thank you for the most loving and memorable birthday.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Thank you.” You nuzzled into his chest and sighed out as you slowly drifted off to sleep. A smile graced your face as the groggy and deep voice whispered one last thing to you before the two of you fell asleep soundly in each other’s arms.

“I’m so lucky to love you.”

A/N: I will make a part two if you guys would like. It would totally incorporate the macarons that were spoken of! I think I like how this turned out to be honest but we shall see. I hope it’s what you were looking for @nightsofren 😊.

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Call me a terrorist and threaten my pay? Enjoy your nuked careers, yuh heathens.

warning: very long story. tl;dr is at the end.

I used to work in hospitality in a metro known for it's obscenely huge tourist population, you know, the city built around the Mouse. I was a manager for the recreational division of the hotel. So one day, my boss (who we'll call Mary for the purpose of the story) comes into the shared managers office and starts rummaging around for something, and strikes up a small conversation about work related minutiae with me. It's important to note she is actually 2 tiers above me, but was acting as head of the department while searching to replace my previous boss who recently quit (great guy by the way, huge loss to the company).

As we're talking, she abruptly stops and says "By the way, you need to shave your beard, you look like a terrorist and I don't employ terrorists". Haha, funny joke between colleagues, right? Nope. I am half Indian and I do look middle-eastern, and have been taking this kind of shit since middle school. Plus, we're not close, at all. So I reply as calmly as I can muster, "Hey, I get you're trying to be funny, but on my end it comes off as pretty ignorant, so I'd appreciate it if you chilled out with the terrorist stuff" to which Mary retorts "Oh, I'm ignorant? We'll see how ignorant I am during your annual review", and proceeds to walk out of the room in a huff. My jaw dropped so low I could taste the floor.

You would think it was an easy fix, right? Go to HR and all. She's made rude comments like this before. I've refrained from contacting HR because I didn't want to be petty, but now she threatened my pay, and that's no bueno. So I go to HR like a good boy and tell the HR director, who we'll call Boyd. I explicitly ask him not to mention it to anyone, just to log it away in case someone else reports something similar and he can establish a pattern of behavior. Well, Boyd decided that he simply must talk to Mary about it. I stress again that I am not comfortable with it, since she strikes me as the vindictive type. No good. He promises there will be no retaliation and tells me he'll contact me later for a statement (which I thought was weird, why not make a statement now?) and that was that.

About a week goes by and I follow up with Boyd because I've been getting some less-than-pleasant vibes from Mary. Nothing substantial, but odd. When I ask what happened, he tells me "Well it appears that Mary was just joking, but she has agreed to never say anything like that again. Your annual review is not in jeopardy"... ooooooook. At that point, I decide to just let it go. Fast forward a month, a new Director for our department is hired and surprise, surprise, it's her roommate and former front desk supervisor, "Joe". Ok, cool. I'm used to the nepotism because the entire hotel basically operates that way, whatever. Never had an issue with him, didn't know him too well but I'm happy our little hive has a leader again. Man, how fucking naive I was.

From the get go he is unpleasant. Snide comments left and right, changing my schedule at the last minute every week or scheduling me on my established days off, giving away opportunities to my peers that I'm never considered for, making me take "improvement classes" none of my peers have to take. All strange but up to that point nothing "earth-shattering", until one day I get written up out of the blue (first ever write up btw), for "refusing to inform a superior of leaving the premises", referring to me leaving the day prior without literally saying the words "Hey Joe, I'm leaving for the day".

1) This is not an established policy written or otherwise. When I say I'm leaving, it's a courtesy. 2) I know for a FACT my peers don't always say when they leave (personal observation), and was corroborated by them after asking around. 3) Knowing that my peers aren't held to the same bogus standard AND having never been written up for it, I know this is a direct shot at me. My review is fucked. Best part? Joe let it slip that MARY asked for me after I left and when it was found that I was indeed gone, she REQUESTED the write-up. That was fuck up #2, lady. #3 came when Boyd decided to cover his own ass when I approached him with all the evidence pointing to retaliation and discrimination in the workplace. I learned he never properly documented his discussion with me or Mary, and that he's been basically playing the whole fucking thing by ear. I decided to write my long past due statement then and there, turn it in, and e-mail a picture copy to the corporate office. I tell Boyd that I am sorely disappointed about how he handled the issue, and he responds by accusing me of "dramatizing" the whole ordeal. He was very flippant about the whole thing, rolling his eyes and everything. K, buddy. I see you now.

So finally, we've reached

THE REVENGE

After some time, I scrounge up all the evidence I can. My write-up, my co-workers write-up records (with their permission), company policy manuals, my schedules for the past month (including the bogus classes only I was made to attend), my co-workers schedules, witness statements (from peers when Mary has said other demeaning things), and a few others items. Next step, I tell off Joe, because fuck him. I make sure he is VERY angry when I leave. You'll see why later. After crossing my T's and dotting my I's, I resigned with a two week notice.

That night, I type up a letter to the EEOC and attach all my evidence. I mention Mary, Boyd, and Joe by first and last name. I hint that I am pondering a lawsuit. A few weeks later, I have my girlfriend call my old job pretending to be a potential employer asking for a reference. I give her the extension to Joe's desk. As I predicted, he slanders the ever-loving shit out of me (straight up lies, even got my resignation date wrong along with my attendance record, all verifiable, helping my case). I tried the same trick with Boyd, but he was smart enough to point my GF in the direction of a third party reference dialer the company is supposed to use for these kinds of calls. I proceed to send my old employer (corporate included) a Cease and Desist letter with a transcript of the call, hinting I may sue for slander.

THE RESULT

Some time passes, and the other day I'm at the bank with my GF, I get a call from an old co-worker. I miss the call, but I resign to call him back later. Less than an hour later I get 5-6 calls and texts informing me that Mary, Joe, and Boyd were all fired the same day and walked out of the building. Mary cried. Apparently, the corporate office was contacted by the EEOC and launched their own internal investigation, matching their records with my evidence. The EEOC sent me a return letter with the companies statement, which was fallacious as fuck (due to their interviews with the 3 stooges), but nonetheless I suppose they decided it was easier to nip it in the bud and sack their asses to be safe.

Karma may be a bitch, but in this case, she had nothing to fuckin' do with it.

TL;DR: Boss A makes racist joke and threatens my annual pay raise, two other stooges get themselves involved and a few months later I get all three of their asses fired the same day.

(source) (story by dragongrl)

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