anonymous asked:

95, 47, 83, 72. I know Halloween(you can make it a Christmas costume) is long gone but I can't get the image of the reader dressing up their cute pug/weenier dog up for the holidays. And gigantor kylo has to walk him/deal with it. For all he complains he can't help but melt when he sees his s/o smile. Maybe the reader has a shitty day so he ends up walking into the room with their dressed up dog and a pair of antlers on? He just really need to see his love smile again. Embarrassment be damned.

Aww, so I low key needed this and am happy to write cause its hella cute haha.

Modern AU Kylo +  “Dogs don’t wear clothes!” +  “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” +  “Enough with the sass!” +  “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

Slamming the door shut behind you, you heard a sudden rattle from the frames hanging on the walls. On any other day you might have cared, but for today, it was about as meaningful as a passing breeze. Though you prided yourself on being strong, even you had a limit. Today was most certainly the day you hit it. 

Stiffling a cry with your hand over your mouth, you moved swiftly towards your bedroom, not bothering to truly watch where you were even stepping. Though your eyes didn’t wander up, you could feel the undeniable heat of a gaze following you.


Muffled and soft you managed to make a sort of whimpering sound in response, not wanting to say much more. Your tears were already at the brink, speaking to Kylo would really only make them worse. 

His voice met your ears again, this time softer in tone, “What’s the matter?”

Hardly turning to look over your shoulder from the doorframe you mumbled out quickly.

“Nothing, I just want to be alone.”

With that you shut the door behind you, bringing a faint pang to Kylo’s chest. He was certain he hadn’t done anything to upset you, unless he had done it unconciously. His softer gaze turned to the coffee table before him, sighing in defeat. 

Turning his gaze up from the floor he was suddenly met with another pair of eyes staring back at him. Just a few inches before him sat your puppy Cujo, his head faintly tilted as he stared intently at Kylo. Kylo furrowed his brows.

“What are you looking at?”

Cujo scooted forward just slightly, nudging his head against Kylo’s calf as he made a low whimpering noise. Looking up from his small stature Cujo whimpered, his doe eyes glistening under the lights of your apartment. Sighing Kylo looked at him, only to suddenly get an idea.

Meanwhile in your room you laid on your bed, flat on your stomach with your face buried into a pillow. Tears streamed carelessly down your face as your body heaved with every sob you made. You were sure you looked like an absolute wreck with your nose running, your eyes red and puffy and your face flushed. To say the least, you looked exactly how you felt.

Suddenly you heard a faint knocking at your door, “(Y/N)?”

Muffled by your pillow you attempted to muster up the words, “Go away.”

They however proved to be of no avail as you heard Kylo push the door open, his feet lightly shuffling across your floor. The only positive side to this scenario was the fact that your “ugly crying” as you called it, was dying down. Your eyes were growing dry, your body growing tired from the heaves you put it through. 

Hearing shuffling next to you, you tried to keep your face buried into the pillow before you suddenly heard that familiar baritone voice right by you.

“Come on (Y/N) please…please.”

You shook your head faintly.

Suddenly the faint sound of jingling bells accompanied Kylo’s voice.

“I brought Cujo. You know we hate to see you cry.”

Feeling your heart warm the slightest at the sound of that your head slowly began to perk up from the pillow. As your eyes looked before you, you finally saw the adorable sight before you. Kylo in his usual all black attire kneeled at your bedside holding your lovable puppy up by the “waist” with a pair of fake reindeer antlers atop his head and a puffy red collar with jingle bells at the ends around his neck.

The outfit was one you had chosen for Cujo, despite Kylo’s immediate rejection of the idea.

Dogs don’t wear clothes!” he had insisted.

You slowly propped yourself up on your forearm, as you looked at Kylo and Cujo with a blank expression. Watching you intently, a look of adoration and desperation settled into Kylo’s face.

“Please. Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

Before you could stop it, a slow and genuine grin began to curl your lips at the corners, your eyes brightening a little at the sight of your “two boys”.

“Please (Y/N)…you know I hate to see you like this…I know I can’t do anything and…please.”

Sitting up a little more properly you sniffled, tilting your head slightly at the two of them. 

“You’ve done plenty.”

Kylo faintly smiled, the appearance of ease so evident in his features.

“I thought dogs didn’t wear clothes?”

“For you, if it makes you happy, I’ll make an exception.”

You smiled, “Even on Halloween?”

He snorted slightly, “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

Your expression turned for a moment to one of no amusement.


You smiled once again, gently patting the space next to you on the bed.

“Enough with the sass. Come nap with me.”

Kylo nodded as he stood from his place on the floor, carefully lifting Cujo onto the bed with you both as he placed his leg onto the mattress. Settling under the covers Kylo brought himself close to you, instinctively wrapping his arms around you as he craddled your head to his warm chest. Sighing in relief as you heard his heart beat you finally relaxed, feeling your anxious nerves finally beginning to unwind.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head with a faint sniffle against his chest, “I just want to sleep.”

Kylo nodded as he clutched you tighter to himself, gently rubbing your back.

“We can do that.”

Cujo wedged himself between both you and Kylo’s legs, managing to watch you both with his adoring gaze. With a little jingle, Cujo settled himself in, cuddling close to you both as you smiled down at the sight of him in his holiday attire. 

“So you didn’t trash it?”



“…Cause it makes you smile.”

You smiled against his chest, placing a chaste kiss to the little bit of exposed skin his tshirt gave you. With a faint sigh your eyes fluttered shut as you nestled close to Kylo, feeling far more secure and content here.