.:Imagine your morning after with Kylo Ren:.

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“Kylo Ren and morning after???”

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IM BAAACCKKK sorta…. Hope ya like it noodle! ^.^

Kylo Ren POV
I love writing from his POV, it’s fun. Like a lot. I love it so much.

This could also be Ben, if ya want.

I woke to feel a soft body on top mine. Confused, I look down and see my Y/N.

Of course. How could I have forgotten? I made love to her last night, holding her hands, kissing her skin, making sure to leave some marks on her, to let everyone know that she is mine.

As I inspect her in the dark, I notice how messy hair frames her face. I notice the small love marks I left on her neck. I notice the light scratches on her back, at times I couldn’t control myself. She drove me to such pleasure, but I knew I couldn’t hurt her.

I lift one of my arms and draw meaningless designs on her back. I could feel some knots in her muscles, I began to lightly massage them, trying to not wake her.

I rested my cheek on her head, and took in a breath of her scent. She still smelled lightly of sex, and sweat, and Y/N. Her scent intoxicated me, like rich fruit or flowers, I still can’t put my finger on it.

I felt her back muscles shift under my hand as she began to awake. She lifts her head slightly.

I kiss her head, and then she falls back, making a light groan. In a small whisper she asks me, “Do you have to leave?”

I answered just as quietly, “I can do whatever I want, darling. Chances are they will need me today, but I will have Hux take care of it.”

She let out a long breath. “Okay. Thank you for last night.” Then she looks at me.

I notice her eyes, being tired, but still being bright. I saw the love in her eyes, for me. I often wondered how someone as amazing as her could love someone as damaged as me.

I lean down and give her a small kiss on her lips. I could kiss her lips all the time. I love the way she easily lets me take control and explore her mouth with mine. “You are welcome. Can I get you anything, love?”

She shook her head and started to get up, “I’m fine. I’ll be right back.” I let her lose if my grip and watch her go to the mirror. I stare at her curves, her ass, her legs. I love them. They always give me something to grab onto.

I watch as she runs her fingers through her hair, brushing it off her face. I love it when she does that, it shows her eyes more. But I also hated when she does that, it makes me want to pull at it, run my fingers through it and kiss her neck.

I watch as she walks over to our closet and grabs a black robe. I watch as she puts it on, mesmerized by her movements. She’s graceful, and seductive. And she has no idea.

She turns around to me, I notice her breasts, slightly peeking from under the dark fabric. I enjoy them, I love kissing them, holding them, I like feeling then against me as I take her.

I get out if my bed and walk over to Y/N. I wrap my arms around her waist and rest my forehead on her shoulder.

“I love you Kylo.”

“I love you, my Y/N.”

I love her. Everything about her.

anonymous asked:

Do you think they really kissed? i didn't even know about karlie and taylor's friendship back in 2014 but i remember a lot of articles about them being bffs. there were pap photos, vogue cover, etc and suddenly it just stopped. and then i remember that weird insta photo that taylor posted on karlie's birthday...

Oh god pre-kissgate kaylor is such a blur at this point tbh. So idk what you’re aware of specifically? But in my view Kaylor history can be divided very neatly into two separate eras: BKG (before kissgate) and AKG (after kissgate) and both are going to inform my answer to your question. So the first part of this is a very basic Kaylor timeline and the second part is my actual answer. (This got long, I’m really sorry.)

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my shitty star wars au chapter 14 kylo ren needs to chill

@juulna sorry it came so late, darling

Rey was having the most fun of her life. Matt the Radar Technician was like, the coolest person ever. She giggled softly to herself before sliding lower behind the tree. Hide and go seek was clearly the best idea she had ever had. Even if Matt apparently wasn’t a fan.


She heard a vague crash from a few feet away and clapped her hands over her mouth, laughing. This was totally the best idea she had ever come up with drunk.

Except maybe fucking up Kylo Ren’s wardrobe. That was a pretty good one, too.


Finn was having the least fun of his life. And that was saying something.

“Give him back!”, growled Phasma, tugging hard on his arm.

“In your fucked up dreams!” sneered Poe, tugging back harder on the other arm.

“This is ridiculous. Please let me go.”

They proceeded to ignore him. Sighing, he tried to remain as limp as possible. His arms were getting sore. Where the fuck was Rey when you needed her?

*where the fuck Rey was*


Matt grabbed Rey’s arm, pulling her up with an exasperated expression on his face.

“Rey, we don’t have time for games right now. We can play on the ship.”

“Noooooooo!” she whined, sitting down to make herself as heavy as possible. 

Kylo Ren privately wondered what he had done to deserve this. The universe laughed in response to his query.

“Rey if we don’t get on the ship soon, then-”

“Wait,” Rey’s face scrunched up adorably in confusion, “Why are we gettin’ on a ship, anyways? You’re s’pposed to take me back to my room. This isn’t there.”

Matt froze nervously.


“Are we lost?”

He let loose a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, Rey. we’re totally lost. But lucky for us, there’s a ship in that direction! With nav charts! So we’re gonna be just fine.”

Rey nodded, pacified, before stopping and shaking her head. 

“No, I was just here yesterday. There isn’t a ship here!”

“Dammit Rey, yes there is.”


“Yes, there is!”



“No. I woulda remembered.”

“ARRRGHHH!” Matt threw up his arms in frustration and proceeded to try to beat up a tree. 

Rey squinted. This was very familiar. How did she know this guy?


The blonde shook his apparently sprained fingers, jumping around in pain. His wig became loose.

Frowning in suspicion, the young Jedi stalked about to the whining man.

“Hey, Rey, what are you do-NO WAIT DON’T!”

She ripped the wig off and gasped.


“Oh, shit.”

*back with Finn the Human Tug-Of-War*


Finn ripped his arm away from the two angry duelists.

“I am a goddamn person, NOT A ROPE. My arms are gonna be sore for a week now. I hope you’re happy.”

Poe looked down, slightly embarrassed. Phasma showed no expression whatsoever. Finn sighed.

“Look, it’s. Weirdly touching that you’re doing this, but there’s literally no point. Poe didn’t seduce me away, Phasma. He was part of it, sure, but he wasn’t my main motivation. The truth is, I never fit in there. You know that! But, here, fighting, helping people? This is where I belong! I’m not going back to the First Order. I’d rather die, Phasmom.”

Poe and the captain stared at him.


“Finn, buddy, you just called her Phasmom.”

“What? No I didn’t.”

“The tiny rogue is right.” 

“I am not that small!” he spat, straightening up to stare up at her.

Way up at her.

She was a fucking giant.

He felt very conflicted.

Shaking his head, the pilot turned back to Finn.

“But yeah, you totally called her Phasmom.”

“No I did not!”

“It’s alright, cadet. You think of me as a mother figure. It’s understandable.”


Phasma set her hand on his shoulder.

“Of course you didn’t. Now how about you and the traitorous scum you’ve been fraternizing with go and get a snack.”

“Yeah, ok. WAIT, NO!”

Poe laughed.

“Ha. She’s totally your mom.” He then froze as realization sunk in.

“Oh, fuck. I’m dating the son of a crazy space nazi.”

“I assure you, vermin, I am perfectly sane.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”


Finn cut into the exchange. 

“This is nice and all, but where the fuck is Rey?”

“An excellent question.”

The three turned around to see Leia, Luke and Chewie standing behind them. 

“Ah. I see you’re back from your suspiciously convenient tea party in space.”

Leia crossed her arms and gave her best Mom Glare. Phasma was undaunted and responded with one of her own. The tension grew.

And broke with a small smile.

“Impressive.” Leia remarked.

“I could say the same to you, General. Hello, Luke. I can’t say it’s particularly nice to see you, but I am pleased none the less.”

“’Sup, Captain P.”

Poe and Finn shared a glance. ‘Captain P?’ they mouthed.

“You brought my bitch of a nephew with you, so I’ll have to say the same. Except the pleased part. Seriously, how could you do that. You know I have issues managing my stress because of that punk. It’s bad enough without my incense around!”

“Luke, calm down.”

“Leia, he’s YOUR son. You can defend him all you want. But he’s only my nephew, so if I want to call him a punk-ass bitch, I damn well will.”

“Be that as it may, we still don’t know what they’re doing here.”

Phasma took on a countenance of stone.

“They’re here for Rey,” Finn chimed in, happy to have someone listen to him after the last half hour of useless pleading to be let go.

“Well Ren is,” Phasma huffed, “I’m mostly here for these two. Technically only the head of that rebel snake,” Poe did his very best to not look pleased with himself and failed, “But Ren is very adamant on bringing the girl with him. Asked me to be the Maid of Honor at the initiation ceremony.”

Luke looked confused. “The Sith have no initiation ceremony.”

“That would explain why it sounded like a wedding, then.”

“That aside,” Leia interjected, “We must find them, and quickly. Who knows. I may yet be able to win back my son from that evil man’s seductions to rebellion.”

Finn looked vaguely sick.

“I don’t think they mean that kind of seduce,” whispered Poe.

Finn sighed, relieved.

A glint came to Phasma’s eye.

“Did you say a man seduced your son to rebellion?”

*back to Rey and Not-Matt*


Kylo fliched back, still cradling his hand, before remembering himself and yelling back.

“I’M RESCUING YOU, OBVIOUSLY! Honestly, Rey, why else would I come so close to these Light-Side goody-two-shoes?”

Rey glared, still angry.

“Then why the hell did you have to disguise yourself?”

“Well, this might have escaped you, but MY MOTHER RUNS THE BASE!”



Rey pushed him before sitting down on the ground and crying. Kylo stared, mouth open, before becoming deeply uncomfortable.

“Uh. I mean. Um. Rey?” He twitched, looking around and fiddling with his hair.

“Rey. Please. Just. Please stop crying. Rey, this is really unnecessary.”

“Your face is unnecessary!” she choked out, still sobbing drunkenly.

“Dammit, Rey! Please stop. I’ll even apologize. I’m sorry. Look, I said it, I’m sorry. I don’t know what for, but-”

“Matt was my friend! And now he’s dead! And you killed him!”

“What? Is that what you’re crying about? Rey, Matt wasn’t even real!”


Kylo let out a grunt of frustration.

“Now I know what Hux is always bitching about,” he muttered.

“Hux? Where’s Hux? I want to see him. I like Hux. His hair is pretty.”

Kylo glared indignantly. 

“His hair is not that pretty, Rey.”

“Your just jealous because you dye yours.”

He let out a gasp, shock and offense stamped so deeply into his face one could mail it. 


“STOP KILLING MY FRIENDS! First Han, then Matt…And you almost crippled  Finn! Thank the stars for bacta. Did you know that shit can heal nerves and muscle tissue? It’s crazy.”

“Alright, I’m going to say this again Rey. Matt. Did not. Exist. There is no Matt the Radar Technician, Rey. Search your heart. You know it to be true.”

“My heart thinks you’re a dick.”

“You are clearly intoxicated.”

“That’s true.”

“You have no idea what you’re saying.”

“That is less true.”

“Look Rey, my mother has clearly brain washed you. I can help set you free, but I need to take you with my. My mother and Uncle Luke got back from their suspiciously convenient tea party in space, I can sense it, so we need to leave, and fast. I’m taking you with me, whether you like it or not. You’ll thank me for it someday.”

“Actually,” came a voice from behind, “Neither of you are going anywhere.”

Kylo Ren turned face fist in an electric blast.

Leia looked at Phasma, concerned. 

“Don’t worry General,” the Captain said, “I set it to stun.”

Luke laughed uproariously. 

“Did you see his face? And look! Look, he’s twitching! This is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Rey stood up, kicking Kylo before walking over to greet her master.

“I distracted him for as long as I could, Master. As soon as I sensed your return I held him up for as long as I could.”

“You did very well, Padawan. I am very proud.”

Leia crouched by her son’s laid out form, brushing the hair from his face.

“Ben Chewbacca Padmé Solo,” she intoned, “We are going to have a very long talk about this.”

Kylo hissed at her.

“Young man, I did not raise a cat!”

Rey rejoined Finn and Poe, leaning on them both.

“Hey Poe,” she whispered, still tipsy. “What’s a cat?”

The pilot froze, staring at the girl with a breaking heart.

“You’ve. You’ve never seen a cat before?”

“Nuh-uh.” She shook her head. “Can you eat it?”

A small sob caught in his throat.

“I don’t know either,” added Finn. 

Poe’s face was a wreck of grief and disbelief. 

“I can’t believe this is happening. No, Rey. You don’t eat cats. You love them and hug them and give them food.”

“Oh,” her face wrinkled, “Ren’s definitely not a cat then. Finn, you’re my cat. You too, Poe. You’re both my cats now.”

“Aww. You too, Rey!”

Finn and Rey beamed at each other, proud of their new knowledge.

Poe sighed.

“No, guys. That’s. That’s not how it- Fuck it. I’ll show you both later. Yeah, you’re both my cats too.”

“Yay!” Rey cheered, “Master Luke! Guess what! Me and Finn are Poe’s cats!”

Luke cleared his throat.

“That’s a bit more than I needed to know about your love life, Padawan, but thanks for sharing.”

“Ren isn’t a cat, though. Ren isn’t anybody’s cat.”

“No, he certainly isn’t.”

“I can’t believe his middle name is Padmé!” Finn laughed.

“Finn, you don’t even have a middle name. Or a last name, for that matter.” Rey pointed out.

“Neither do you” he muttered.

Kylo groaned.

“You know, you can eat cats.” remarked Phasma. “They are edible. A delicacy even, on some planets.”

Poe stared at her, horrified.

“We aren’t that kind of species,” Rey assured him. “We don’t eat family members.”

“That said, I must return to the ship. If anyone asks, I will say he was captured and there was nothing I can do. I suspect a holiday will be declared.”

“Oooo! Send us a post card!” Rey chirped. 

“I’ll leave that to Hux. Farewell, Luke. General. Thief. Finn.” If she stumbled over the name, no one said anything.

With that she turned to go.

“You could stay,” Finn muttered.

The captain paused.

“I wish you the best of luck in your new endeavors, and all the best to you and your tiny rebel whore.”

Finn wrestled himself before rushing forward to hug her. Phasma stiffened before patting him awkwardly on the back.

“Your place is here, cadet. But mine is not. Even if my programming did allow it.” With that she pushed him away, though not unkindly.

She turned and put on her helmet before walking out of sight.

She then turned back.

“The ship is this way,” she muttered.

Silence filled the forest.

“Well that was dramatic,” Rey stated.

“I’m getting tiny rebel whore put on a shirt,” Poe grinned.

Kylo sighed dramatically.

Luke made sure Leia’s attention was elsewhere befor quickly kicking him in the ribs.

You are not labeled under
society’s definition of beautiful.
The people who walk past you in the streets,
do not even look back.
How dare they;
I swear to God,
if I saw you passing down the hallways
I would glance back until you disappeared.
And they say no one is perfect
but you are still the epitome of perfection to me.
—  Ming D. LiuA Story A Day #137
a collection of songs covered by aaron tveit with him not changing the pronouns

aka a collection of Aaron singing female power ballads

  • Popular from Wicked; Aaron as Galinda— “Now that I’ve chosen to become a pal, a sister, and adviser”
  • Back to Before from Ragtime; Aaron as Mother — “I was your wife”
  • Fly Fly Away from Catch Me If You Can; Aaron as Brenda — “He was just a lonely little boy to me / with his sweet and gentle touch he sure unlocked my soul”
  • We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together — “So anyway, like, the other day he calls me up, right? He’s like ‘I still love you’”

and some songs he’s covered that do not involve any pronouns but were originally sung by women: