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lionhearted13 · 2 years

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i am BEGGING fanfic writers to start using the "keep reading" button when they post their fics on tumblr. It's not always necessary for short stuff like drabbles/blurbs/headcannons but if you post a full-fledged one-shot or fic chapter PLEASE slap a keep reading on that shit. If I do a search for fics and don't want to read yours please don't make me scroll past all 3000+ words of your story in order to get to the next post. for the love of god

#its not that hard besties #slapping a bunch of fandom tags on this for exposure #kylo fanfic #bucky barnes x reader smut #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #stucky x reader #stucky fanfiction #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve x bucky #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren smut #x reader #kylo smut #kylo trash #fanfic writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic writers

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reylo4ever2020 · 28 days

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Found this on Pinterest. Made me laugh.

#star wars #kylo ren #ben solo #adam driver #force awakens #reylo #jedi #reylo fanfic #reylo ao3 #rey of jakku #kylo trash #kylo x rey #scavenger

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nightmarefuele · 1 year

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#kylo ren #kylo #star wars #adam driver #ben solo #reylo #kylo trash #han solo #lightsaber #THAT LIGHTSABER #IT BELONGS TO ME

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jedikaylin · 1 year

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Can’t stop thinking about this

Sad space boys are elite 🧎🏼‍♂️

#star wars #star wars fandom #star wars fanart #star wars art #anakin needs therapy #anakin skywalker #skywalker saga #kylo trash #kylo ren #ben solo deserved better #ben solo #darth vader #kylo redemption

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lokicanyouhearmee · 4 months

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Ugly crying for Reylo , I miss them sm

Credit to @warrystars twitter

#reylo #reylo force bond #kylo trash #general hux #rey #star wars

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andromeda-blackc · 2 years

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Now a poem....

#adam driver #kylo #kylo ren #kylo ren smut #kylo ren fanfiction #kylo x reader #kylo x you #kylo x y/n #burberryperfume #kylo trash #kylo ren x oc #kylo ren x reader #kylo x rey #stars wars

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kylorengarbagedump · 10 months

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Attempted to make a Kylo Ren on character.ai

i'm very bad at using AI but this was really fun. tell me what u think and show me all the goofy stupid shit he says

#kylo ren #kylo trash

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ouigeneral · 1 year

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Just a little sketch

#kylux #kylo trash #kylo ren #soft kylux #kylo #my art #armitage hux #general hux #hux

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snowbyrdn7 · 2 years

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Reylo in Wombo Dream anime style prompted by me

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kylodendron · 1 year

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#adam driver #ben solo #kylo ren #star wars #adamdriver #ben solo deserved better #star wars memes #kylo trash #star wars fanvid #starwars #kyloren #reylo is canon #reylo #disney #disney world #galaxysedge #batuu #black spire outpost

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tfcexymen · 2 years

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Football for SEXY MEN

#sans #benrey #Vriska Serket #gamzee #raymond #william afton #kylo trash #bill cipher #loki #Tony the clock #homestuck #undertale

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friendlyneighborhooddolan · 2 years

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warnings: This story has some descriptive stuff. Age gap (7 years). Sexual and graphic things, alcohol and drug use. Trigger warning for this chapter: alcohol and drug abuse.

pairing: Kylo Ren x reader

summary: one gets drunk, the other gets jelaous.

word count: 1.5 K

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A/N: One more chapter of angst after this one, and we're good for a bit. Stick out for a little bit and then we're okay. Anyways, happy reading!

Chapter nine

They didn’t speak after what happened. For a week.

Y/N’s classes started on Monday and Kylo saw her once, an awkward smile and a greeting muttered.

He could, at times, see her leaving her house in the evenings, her dress too short and her heels too tall – her laughter revealing her tipsiness when her friends joked about something. He could also see her coming back those evenings, her lipstick smudged and her hair messy – and he wished he was the one convicted of that.

His job sought him, so he had to get his hands dirty these days. His friends noticed him being more ruthless, more aggressive. They noticed him pining, but they couldn’t really understand why. His knuckles bruised, his hair messy, he wasn’t himself.

He started the destructive behavior again, and Cardo noticed it when the man snorted a white line from the back of his hand while they were driving to yet another meeting.

“Kylo, what happened with the girl?” The man spoke, knowing Kylo like the back of his hand.

Kylo sighed.

“What do you mean, Cardo?” Kylo’s hands found home on his lap, his right playing with a ring on his left thumb.

“Kylo, last time you snorted that much coke was… Never. What the hell is going on, man? Did she leave you, what?”

“Cardo, shut the fuck up. You don’t want to anger me, not now.”

Cardo kept his mouth shut, knowing that his friend was agitated because of the job, but he also knew something was wrong. He wasn’t Kylo’s underdog for no reason.

He nodded in response, looking through the window.

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The next time Y/N saw Kylo, it was Friday. She was sitting on her front porch, her friend drinking a pina colada and talking about boy problems – as if Y/N didn’t have them too.

“Hannah, I think you always fall for the wrong guys,” she answered, listening to Hannah’s rambling about how she thought that this guy was special, but after they slept together, he ghosted her. It was a story Y/N heard at least a thousand times before – from Hannah alone.

The girl’s blue eyes met her glance, and Y/N sighed, hugging her best friend.

“It will be okay, H. It will, I know you’ll find the right one.”

And then she heard the sound of a motorcycle parking across the street, and she removed herself from her friend’s hug.

Kylo Ren was taking his helmet off – and Y/N thought she could sing about this moment for decades alone. He let his stubble grow a bit, and Y/N thought he was even more beautiful like this.

He shook his unruly hair into submission, sparing a glance to Y/N’s house – and there she was. The protagonist and the antagonist in the story of his life. The girl who could fix him and break him with three words.

What’s a boy, to a goddess? His heart is a harp and she plays with its strings. She cradles him like moonlight, sings him a lullaby. He kisses her and his mind is delirious with stars. His lips come away rosen, blooming open.

An university degree, numerous books and a thousand articles and he still made mistakes while reading. She wrote him “Good morning” and he read it as “I love you”.

He choked on such longing he couldn’t spit out. I guess desire is very different when God bore you hungry.

He redirected his gaze.

–

In the evening, the loud laughter and music and yelling was heard from across the street and Kylo had no intentions of going there and making them all regret not letting him sleep. He couldn’t bear it if he saw Angel again. No, he had to endure this. This was a part of his penance, he thought.

He went on his front porch, lighting a cigarette.

And he saw her. Her greenwhitebrown dress frilled around her as she passed a blunt to a boy her age, laughing at him. She was nestled in between his legs, her head laying on his chest and Kylo couldn’t help but to feel his skin almost turning green. He wanted to punch the man, but when she gazed up at him, her smile not faltering once, he sighed.

And then the guy looked down upon her, getting lower and lower and lower – and Kylo stood abruptly, extinguishing the cigarette and slamming his front door.

He shouldn’t torture himself. As much as he wanted to pay for his wrongdoings, he couldn’t – he shouldn’t watch her being intimate with another.

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Y/N didn’t see anything that happened across the street, and she melted into Vicrul’s warm, inviting lips. She turned around, holding his face, her hands coming up to tangle themselves into the dark locks – but Vicrul had a buzzcut. Goddammit, the only man she knew with dark, soft locks – No.

She moves away from Vicrul softly, muttering out an apology, leaving him there on the grass.

Three knocks. Kylo was sitting on his couch, contemplating if he should open it, but he did.

“Angel,” he sighed out, looking at the girl, exasperated.

“Kylo, fuck you,” she answered, entering his home without a second thought.

“Excuse me?” If Kylo was showing confusion before, it was even more evident now. The girl flopped on the sofa, Kylo now walking in the house with her.

“No, you don’t get to say anything. I just kissed this fucker – Vicrul, where is he – anyways, I kissed him and I thought of you – Kylo I’m a tiny bit drunk – Why did you have to ruin me for every other man?” She flailed her hands around, and Kylo laughed. It was a joyous, endearing sound.

The girl turned her head towards him, a bewildered look on her face. She stood up abruptly, taking four swift steps towards where he still stood, and went to slap him –

And he caught her hand.

“Don’t play with fire, Angel.” He looked at her sternly. Y/N gulped, thinking about how this is the Kylo Ren everyone talked about. His hand on her skin, so commanding yet so soft, made her want to sin.

She ripped her hand from his, and Kylo sighed.

“Sorry. Old habits die hard,” he added. An apologetic glance towards her. “Do you want to drink anything?” He was going to the fridge, opening himself a beer.

“I want to kiss you,” the girl blurted out, “And I’m kinda cold.”

“Okay. That’s it. A big, tall glass of water for the drunkard sitting on my couch,” he joked, even if his heart fluttered. Love isn’t soft like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds that never close. It is a destructive thing, it’s not glue – it reminds Kylo of sandpaper. And when you’re red and swollen, you come before God and ask Him why it hurts. What Kylo means: If she said she wants to dance, he’d let her dance until she breaks the last plate in his kitchen. If she said she wants to cook, he’d let her burn his house down. If she wanted to scream, he’d let her deafen him. He’d never felt for someone so strongly he’d let them destroy him. No one but her.

After he opened a beer and finally found that big glass, one of those that could fit a bottle of wine in them, he walked over to the couch where she was. He called her name softly, but she wasn’t awake. The girl snored a bit, her mouth half opened. Kylo’s heart melted.

He decided on making her wear his favorite hoodie, which was longer on her than the dress she wore. And warmer. He tried waking her up, but the girl mumbled something and buried her head in the pillow. The man chuckled, humming in endearment for the girl, and decided he’d carry her home. In a bit. For now, he’d let her nap on his couch.

The clock on his wall showed it was 2 in the morning, and Kylo got tired of reading on the loveseat across from his girl. He’d never get tired of little sounds she made while asleep, but she had to go home.

“Okay. Angel, please wake up,” he said once, shaking the girl gently, but to no avail. Looks like he had to carry her home.

He picked the girl up softly, his hands under her knees and her neck, and he carried her out. She melted into him, her head resting on his chest.

“Well, look at that,” Jade muttered out when she saw Kylo carrying her best friend across the street, disengaging from the conversation and showing the man the way to Y/N’s room.

Kylo put her down softly on the bed.

“Do you need any help?” He asked Jade while exiting the room.

“No, I got it,” she answered, already in the process of unzipping his hoodie, “Thank you, Kylo.”

“You’re welcome, J,” he muttered, heading towards the door.

“That doesn’t mean I forgive you for waking me up the other night.”