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Kylo Ren Imagine

Kylo Ren - The force doesn't work like that.

Song I listened to while writing: The Sharpest Lives, by My Chemical Romance

Force Sensitive reader is executive assistant, is bombarded by Kylo Ren when she least expects it, insists she cannot be force sensitive. One day, Kylo walks in on her conversation with Hux (her boss), and belittles her performance to him to the point of her shouting 'enough', and a fucking paperweight from Hux's desk slams him in the mask. Right in the mask.

Long nights weren't all that uncommon in her line of work.

That is to say, the nights she actually tottered off to bed near 23:00 or earlier were few and far between. She didn't mind so terribly--long meetings and planning, working out logistics and solving petty problems--she quite liked her job. And it's not like the general made her go it alone, as he had a hand in almost everything she worked on. She just there to take care of the smaller things, and to regulate the flow of the bigger things. Like an assistant, but an executive one.

Much like her mentor, General Hux, she didn't really get along with Kylo Ren. His carelessness and condescending nature revved her up in the very worst ways. So, while stumbling to her room like a drunk at two in the morning, she was less than excited to see a (demasked, surprisingly) Kylo Ren in front of her door.

"Lord Ren, how can I help you? Actually, before you answer: can it wait until morning?"

"This is more personal than a request or a foolish problem." He drawled, still monotone and vacant as always. "You never set your datapad down long enough to hold a conversation with anyone not directly important, so I decided to make my own appointment."

"Well then...what is it?"
"Can we go inside?"
"We most certainly cannot." She snapped, crossing her arms. He glared at her, like he was considering either using a mind trick or slamming her head into the wall. Regardless of his thoughts, he quickly dissolved his glare with a small sigh.

"It's not my problem, I suppose. Observation has led me to believe that you could be...force sensitive."

"Really? Observation?"
"Yes." Agitation rose in his tone. "Need I establish your place before we progress this conversation?"

"I know my place perfectly well, and I consider myself at least semi-essential. It would do you well to remember I'm not exactly a stormtrooper." She hissed in her crisp, business-angry voice. "And it's late--it's so late it's early and I've got to be moving through this monstrosity by six, so I suggest you calm your tongue and let these foolish 'observations' live as thoughts, entertained only in your mind. Goodnight, Lord Ren."

Before he could argue, force-choke her, or scream at the top of his lungs, she quickly punched the code for her room into the lock and rushed in, leaving him rather frustrated and flabbergasted just outside her door.

She waited on the other side for a second as the gravity of her actions hit her--she was waiting for him to pull out some grand 'force' thing, where he tore the metal door away and pulled her brain out through her nose--but it never came. She fell asleep against the cool metal.

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The next time she saw Kylo Ren, she was still on edge. She wasn't about to apologize for what she said, but she wasn't unaware of what the knight usually did to people who spoke to him with anything resembling malice in their tone, and if that was enough, what would he do to her for what she'd done? She tried to keep her festering worry from affecting her job performance, but alas, it was in vain. By 14:00, there had been several small disasters, and Hux was angrily cleaning up her messes for the rest of the day. He counted on her to be competent enough to hardly need him, and as she failed him he began to wonder exactly what caused such a catatonic change in her.