(A/N: Sorry I took so long! Work and life has been insane but I got my mojo back!)
Modern! Ben Solo x Reader
Plot Summary: Ben Solo. The man who made it his job to tease you for the entirety of your high school existence, and all it took was a high school reunion for him to come back into your life. Leaving your big city lifestyle to help out with Rey and Finn's wedding, you see if Ben's really changed over the last ten years.
Ben woke up first, furrowing his brows when the light hits his eyes. His eyes stay closed as he tries to sit up, only for a weight to keep him down.
He opens his eyes slightly in confusion, looking down to see you resting on his chest. Naked.
It was real.
His breath hitches as he carefully lies back down, your head sliding back to rest in the crook of his neck, your lips brushing against him. “...You’re here.” He murmurs softly, moving a small piece of hair away from your eyes.
You hum quietly in your sleep, shifting as he pulls you closer. He looks up at the ceiling, rubbing lightly with his thumb on your back.
“The rain’s really bad.” You sigh. “Your parents already talked to my parents, they said it was cool if I stayed the night here.”
“Woah, they trust you around Ben?” Matt jokes, wincing when Ben smacks the back of his head.
“Surprisingly, yes.” You chuckle. “And don’t smack him, man.”
“He was asking for it.” Ben shrugs. “You’re sleeping in my bed for the night.”
“Oh, you sure?” You ask and he nods.
“Yeah, our rooms have too much stuff, we can’t fit the air mattress.” Kylo replies, as Han and Leia come in.
“Well, we’re lucky it’s a weekend.” Leia sighs, as Chewie trots in and licks your hand. “Ben, get the mattress set up?”
He nods, leaving the living room and carrying the mattress up to his room. You follow him with the spare blankets and pillows as he unfurls it. “Alright, could you plug in the air thing?”
You nod, putting it into the outlet as the bed starts inflating. Ben walks over to his dresser. “Here. They might not fit you well but it should work out for pajamas.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. I’ll just burn them later since they’ll get cooties all over it.” He teases, laughing when you smack his arm.
“Keep it up and I’ll make sure to put an unflattering picture of you in the yearbook.”
“That’s impossible.” He hums. “I have a perfect jawline, I can’t be unflattering.”
“I have photoshop.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“I absolutely would. Watch yourself, Benny.” You smirk as he rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He unplugs the air pump, throwing a few blankets over the mattress. “Pass a couple pillows?”
You give him a few off his bed, as he sets himself up on the air mattress. “Wait, I thought I was-“
“You’re getting my bed, don’t talk me out of it.” He waves his hand. “Go get changed.”
You furrow your brows, before shrugging and walking to the bathroom. You look down at the clothes, simple, just being his t-shirt and a pair of boxers. “Don’t even know if these will even fit…”
Ben looks up from his phone as you walk back in, biting the inside of his cheek as he sees you wearing his shirt. “They fit?”
“Barely.” You chuckle, climbing into his bed. “Jeez, it’s still cold.”
“That’s the rain.”
“You sure you don’t want to come up here? We can do a pillow wall, I feel bad.”
He shakes his head. “I’m seriously fine-“
“You don’t even fit in the mattress.” You pull the covers aside. “Just get in, I could use the body heat anyway.”
He tries to push the pounding in his chest to the back of his mind as he pretends to be annoyed, climbing back into bed, next to you as you wrap yourself up in the covers.
He distances himself, looking down at you as you’re faced away from him, curled up and slowly drifting off to sleep. He moves a strand of hair away from your face, before sighing and turning away from you to go to bed.
Ben pulls you closer to him slowly, kissing the top of your head.
You groan quietly, your eyes slowly opening as you regain your bearings. “...What time is it?”
“About nine.” He murmurs, his voice rough and laced with sleep. “You got anywhere to be?”
“Not really.” You yawn, closing your eyes again. “Why?”
“Because I want you to stick around, that’s why.” He admits softly, as you chuckle. He feels your breath against his skin, your lips grazing against his neck before lightly kissing his jawline.
“You’re not teasing me. This is new.” You hum, nuzzling into him. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the teasing. It’s fun. But I like seeing this side of you.”
“Good. Because I’m not showing this side to anybody else.” He gently rubs your back with his thumb. “And don’t tell anybody about it either. I have a reputation to maintain.”
He smiles at the sound of your soft laughter, before you finally turn to lean on your elbows, looking down at him. “On one condition.”
“Being?”
“Just have to keep fucking me like you did last night.” You smirk as he purses his lips.
“That’s all? Easy.” He growls lightly, pulling you down to kiss him. “For now though, I need food. Someone wore me the fuck out last night.”
“You’re the one that ripped my shirt. You started it.” You tease, lying back down in bed as he sits up, grabbing some boxers off the floor and putting them on.
“I didn’t do anything, you’re the one that showed up at my window.” He stands up, before leaning over and kissing your forehead. “Bacon and eggs good for breakfast?”
“Yeah.”
“Stay here, then.” He throws on a t-shirt, as you watch him walk to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.
You lie back down, glancing over to see notifications on your phone. You turn it over, wanting to forget the outside world for a few stolen moments. You look over to watch Ben cooking over the stove, smiling softly at the sight as you take in everything.
Ben Solo. The man who teased you all throughout high school, is cooking you breakfast in bed after a thorough fucking the night before.
(A/N: Thank you everyone for joining me on this ride! I had so much fun writing this and I can’t wait to see where I go next!)
Modern! Ben Solo x Reader
Plot Summary: Ben Solo. The man who made it his job to tease you for the entirety of your high school existence, and all it took was a high school reunion for him to come back into your life. Leaving your big city lifestyle to help out with Rey and Finn’s wedding, you see if Ben’s really changed over the last ten years.
“Come here. Come here, right now.”
“Stop!” You laugh, as Ben pulls you by your belt loops. “Ben, seriously, I have to go-“
“Absolutely not, no, that’s not allowed.” He nips at your neck. “You’re just gonna tease me like that and then leave?”
“I need to drop off the baby photos while Rey’s home! I’ll be right back.” You gasp, before smacking his hands. “Don’t grab my butt!”
“Why can’t I? One of the boyfriend perks is being able to grab your butt.”
“Not if your girlfriend is trying to leave.” You turn around, peppering kisses all over his face. “I. Will. Be. Right. Back. I promise.”
“You better. I have to leave for the garage and somebody needs to take care of a problem she caused.” He grinds his hips against you, lightly growling.
“And she will be ready to take care of it later, okay?” You quickly break away from him, grabbing your purse. “I’m leaving before you can stop me!”
“Not yet!” He chases after you, pulling you back in. “One more thing.”
“What?” You groan jokingly as he presses his lips to yours.
“I love you.”
You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as you give him another kiss. “I love you too. Now let me get out of here, please?”
“Fine, fine, you win.” He hums, as you break away, shutting the door behind you. He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking around the apartment.
Photos litter the small living space, photos blending seamlessly with family pictures and high school memories. He walks up to one frame in particular on the wall, smiling at the corsage and patting himself on the back for getting a plastic flower instead of a real one that would wilt and fade over time.
He walks to the bedroom, the closet an organized mess with your clothes and his on mixed up hangars. He reaches up to the top shelf and digs into a shoebox full of old photos and letters, before finding a small velvet box.
He opens it up, smirking to himself before walking back to the living room, sitting at his spot on the couch.
Ben wasn’t known for having perfect timing, but then again, there’s never a perfect opportunity, is there?
Today’s the day, he decides. This is the day he’s going to finally kickstart the rest of his life.
As shitty as a high school reunion sounded, he’s thankful he went. Thankful he saw you again. Hell, even thankful that he went and messed around too much with your car. Thankful for your bad idea of knocking on his window and having sex with him. Thankful that you wanted to stay with him all these years.
Ben Solo.
The man who made it his job to tease you for the entirety of your high school existence, and all it took was a high school reunion for him to come back into your life.
Now all he wants is to stay there for the rest of his.
(A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I was working on this especially long chapter, which will be the first sex scene I’ve written in years.)
Modern! Ben Solo x Reader
Plot Summary: Ben Solo. The man who made it his job to tease you for the entirety of your high school existence, and all it took was a high school reunion for him to come back into your life. Leaving your big city lifestyle to help out with Rey and Finn's wedding, you see if Ben's really changed over the last ten years.
He’s managed two successful weeks avoiding you. Much longer than he expected.
Considering the stupid comment he let slip out, he doesn’t even think he can look at you anymore, let alone face what he said while emotional and desperate.
“Why don’t you just talk to her?”
“I already messed it up. She doesn’t want to talk to me.”
“She’s the one trying to get a hold of you. Why won’t you just clear the air?” Kylo crosses his arms.
“Because I don’t want to deal with what I said to her, okay?” He rubs his brow. “She knows I love her. I didn’t even know I loved her until now.”
“All the more reason to talk to her.” Matt answers, patting his shoulder as Ben huffs and shrugs it off.
Kylo sighs. “You know you’ll have to talk to her eventually. Waiting only makes it worse.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“He won’t pick up his phone.” You sigh, as Poe shakes his head.
“Nope. Nothing for me either.”
“Or me.” Rose holds up her phone. “Ben’s stubborn, you know that.”
“What the hell am I supposed to do, then?”
“You could always try going up the fire escape at his apartment and knock on the window.” Poe jokes, until you stand up. “Wait… Wait, I didn’t mean that.”
“It’s looking like it’s the only way to get through to him.” You huff. “Wish me luck.”
You don’t listen to their protests as you get into your car, driving off into the night.
You pull up to his apartment, seeing a lamp on in the window as you park on the curb and get out. You look around, before climbing on top of an electrical box, reaching up to pull the ladder down, wincing as it screeches, old metal against old metal. You climb up, smoothing out your hair and fixing the jacket he gave you, before knocking on the window.
Ben furrows his brows, hanging up his jacket and opening the curtain slightly. He sees you standing there and immediately closes the curtain, grabbing his chest as he starts breathing heavily.
“Ben, I saw you. Look, we really need to talk, and this was my last resort. I know I look crazy, but this is important. So can you open the window and let me in? Please?”
He swallows thickly, before slowly opening the curtain and window, letting you in. You look around as he closes the window. “Nice place. Studio apartment, open plan, it looks good.”
“What… what are you doing here?” He asks.
You turn back to him. “I think you already know.”
He nods slowly as you step towards him. “Ben, what did you expect? That I would just… not question what you said to me?”
“That’s what I was hoping for, yeah.” He shoves his hands into his pockets as you pick up a framed picture. “...Prom. I kept it.”
You stare down at it, Ben smiling smugly as you laugh, your hand on his chest with the corsage he had made for you. “...How long?”
“We met freshman year. So… since then, I guess.” He shrugs. “I didn’t really… know. Until now.”
“How could you have possibly not known?”
“All I knew is that I just… wanted your attention and I wanted to spend my time with you. I didn’t think anything of it until you just… came back.” He glances back at you. “I wasn’t the nicest guy. I certainly wasn’t your best friend, but… I loved you. I still do. But if you don’t want anything to do with me, I get it. Especially after the shit I pulled with your car.”
You look up at him as he avoids your gaze. “...Ben, you’re not fucking with me, right?”
“Not this time, no. I’m… I’m really serious.” He sighs. “I’ll delete your number. I won’t contact you anymore.”
“What? No, Ben, no.” You huff. “I just… Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Why would I? You didn’t really like me-“
“That’s not true.” You point at him. “Ben, how… How dumb are you?”
“Huh?”
“Jesus Christ, I had a crush on you. I really did. I didn’t like you at first because you had a bad first impression. But you grew on me. I was showing you dresses because I wanted you to ask me to prom. And you never did, so I went with Ryan. And when he stood me up, I just felt even worse until you… showed up. And had the right colors and a new corsage and made… made everything okay. If I hated you, why would I want to spend so much time with you?”
He stares down at you, his heart jumping into his throat as you take a slow step towards him. “You… you better not be fucking with me right now either.”
“I’m not, Ben.”
He bites the inside of his cheek, before pushing some hair out of your face. “...Can I kiss you?”
“Yeah.”
He leans down, gently capturing your lips with his own. You reach up, cupping his cheeks, the stubble lightly pressing into your palms as you deepen the kiss.
He pulls you closer by your waist, pressing his fingertips into your jeans. His tongue slips inside your mouth as you let out a soft moan.
“Fuck…” he growls, suddenly grabbing your shirt and ripping it apart, buttons flying out and clattering onto the floor as you gasp.
You quickly throw it off, kissing him hard as you fumble with his belt, pulling it off and throwing it aside.
“This is a bad idea.” He mutters, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside.
“When have you ever refused a bad idea?” You ask, as he looks down at you. He grabs your cheeks, kissing you roughly and shoving you against his shelf.
He growls against your lips, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth as he grinds his hips against yours. “You always have to judge me.”
“Someone has to keep you in line.” You mutter, tangling your hands in his hair and tugging.
He snarls slightly, pulling your hips closer to him.“Why am I the sensible one for once?”
“You’re not sensible. If you were, you’d have asked me to dinner and not ripped my shirt apart.”
“That’s less fun.” He smirks slightly, squeezing your breast with his hand carefully. “...Is this okay?”
“Yeah. Definitely.” You look up at him. “Are you flustered?”
“Don’t… don’t ruin the mood.” He huffs, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. “I expected you to scold me when you came here, not this.”
“You complaining?”
“Who said I was complaining?” He tilts his head, lying you down on his bed and nipping at your collarbone. “Are you complaining?”
“Ask me that later.” You reply, gasping when he pulls your thighs to bring you closer to him.
“And you called me the asshole? You’re hurting my feelings.” He teases, before he brings his head up and pushes his forehead to yours, suddenly stopping.
“...What? What is it?”
“We’re about to cross a line here. Just…” He rubs his palm up your thigh and to your waist, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
You nod, cupping his cheek as he leans into your touch. “I’m sure. Are you?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m pretty fuckin’ sure.” He breathes out, leaning down and kissing you deeply. His lips trail along the jawline, down your neck and collarbone. “Get this damn thing off. Lift your back.”
You arch your back slightly as his hands slip underneath, unhooking the bra and slipping it off, throwing it aside as it lands over his desk. Before you can say anything, he leans down and licks a stripe up the valley between your breasts, looking up at you. “You have any idea how much I jerked off, thinking about this?”
“You seriously jerked off to me?” You raise a brow and he groans.
“...Shouldn’t have said that, I got too into this-“
“I thought of you too.” You interrupt, as he looks up at you.
“...You serious?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh fuck…” he suddenly nips and sucks at your breast, using his hand and roughly squeezing and pinching the other. You pant softly, squirming underneath him as he kisses down to your stomach.
He looks up at you, and your eyes widen slightly. “I know that look.”
“What look?”
“You’ve got that smirk, you’re planning something.”
“I am.” He hums, grabbing your panties and pulling them down roughly, tossed aside with no care in the world. “Get your thighs over my shoulders.”
“Shit… you serious?”
“Course I’m serious, hurry up.” He mutters impatiently, trying to hide how shaky his voice is.“You need to be anywhere important tomorrow?”
“No, why?” You murmur.
“Because I’m gonna make sure you can’t fucking leave again. You’re gonna stay here, and I won’t wake up and you’re suddenly gone.”
Before you can question him, he shoves his face in deep, licking up and sucking at your clit. You gasp, letting out a cry as you reach for his hair.
He feels you pull on him and gasps, gripping your thighs. “That’s fuckin’ hot.” He shoves his tongue inside of you as you shout.
Your back arches as you let out a whimper, rolling your hips against his mouth. “Ben… Ben, fuck, I-I can’t…”
“Keep saying my name.” He begs as you pant, moaning his name like a mantra. “I can feel you getting close already. God…”
You cry out as you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you. He digs his nails into your thighs, before pulling away from you, gently putting your legs down. “Fuck…” He pants. “Fuck, look at you.”
You cover your face, and he leans down, pulling your hand away. “No, don’t.”
“Why? I want to look at you.” He mutters. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty, you know that?”
“Shut up…”
“It’s true.” He gently kisses your cheek, then trails down to your neck. “You were always so pretty.”
“Since when did you get so soft, Solo?”
“Since now.” He mutters, reaching over for his bedside drawer, taking out a condom. He sits back, pulling his jeans and boxers off as you stare at him. “...What?”
“Ben, what the hell?” You groan. “How is that supposed to fit?”
He laughs to try and hide his nervousness, sliding it on and crawling over to you. “We’ll figure it out.” He pushes your thighs apart, as you feel the tip.
“Shit…”
“Kiss me.” Ben murmurs as you pull his cheeks down, kissing him deeply. He’s almost desperate when he kisses back, his breath shaky as he slides into you. He pulls back, panting as you squeeze around him. “Fuck, I-I never… I never thought…”
“Look at me. Ben, look.” You turn his gaze back to you. “It’s just you and me. You and me.”
He nods, groaning as he pushes his hips flush to yours, wrapping his arms around you.
He starts rocking his hips, listening to your soft breathing as you clutch onto him. “That… that’s good?”
“Yeah, that’s… fuck, that’s good.” You murmur, holding onto him.
He moves to hold your hips, starting to move faster as your panting turns into moaning. He watches you as you clutch onto the pillows. His pillows.
Your chest rises and falls as you squeeze around him, wrapping your arms around his torso when he leans back down to kiss you.
He starts to shiver, thinking of all the times he’s dreamt about this exact situation happening to him, his thoughts slowly fading into memories of him making fun of you and knocking things out of your arms.
His heartbeat increases, suddenly feeling his chest start to hurt. Tears sting the corners of his eyes as he looks down at you.
“...Ben?” You murmur, looking up at him. “Ben, what’s wrong-“
“I’m sorry.” He whispers.
“What?”
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He buries his face into your neck. “I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have treated you like that.”
“Ben, it’s okay-“
“It’s not.” He answers, choking back a sob. “You’re… you’re everything to me and I treated you like shit.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did.” He holds you even tighter as you turn and kiss his cheek.
“Who took me to prom when I was stood up?” You murmur, as his body trembles. “Who got a matching suit and tie for me, and bought a corsage so I wouldn’t have to be there alone?”
He squeezes his eyes shut, as you take his hand, entwining his fingers with yours.
“Who drove me halfway across the state just so I could take pictures for the yearbook, or stayed after school to take me home, even on days where you didn’t have detention?”
He slowly pulls back, eyes blown from his tears as you wipe them away.
“You teased me, but you never hurt me.” You lean up, kissing him softly.
He breathes out shakily, kissing back as he moves his hips again. “Don’t… don’t go.”
“I won’t.”
“Don’t… Don’t fuckin’ leave me…” He mutters, his voice deep but the tone desperate and quiet. “Just stay with me. I-I’ll treat you better. I’ll do everything to make it up to you. Just don’t leave.”
You shake as he moves faster. “Please…”
He breathes harder, feeling you tighten around him. “Fuck… fuck, you’re perfect.”
You gasp, as he brushes your g-spot, digging your nails into his back. “There, r-right there, Ben…”
He nods and snaps his hips harder, listening to you cry out softly. “Y/N, I’m so close, I need…. I need you to cum, please…”
Your legs start shaking as he bucks his hips even faster. “Fuck, yes!” You gasp, as Ben groans loudly against your shoulder.
He thrusts a few more times, before holding himself flush against you, breathing heavily.
He closes his eyes, listening to you catch your breath as he kisses your neck. After a few stolen moments, he starts to pull out, shaking when you pulse around him. He pulls the condom off, standing up and moving to throw it away. You lie in his bed, reaching for your phone to check the time. “Shit, it’s two in the morning.” You mutter.
He doesn’t respond, only lying back down in bed with you. He lifts up the blanket, pulling it over the both of you. You lie on his chest, drawing light shapes along his sternum. “...Ben.”
“Hm?”
“It’s late.”
“I know.”
“...I should go home.”
“Or you could stay.” He mutters, squeezing you closer to him. “You could… just stay the night.”
“...Okay.” You murmur, feeling him kiss the top of your head.
“...I meant what I said. I really did.”
“I know you did.” Your arm moves across his chest as you hug him tightly.
He closes his eyes, trying to hold back tears again as you kiss his collarbone.
“Let’s get some sleep.” You murmur, as he nods, sniffling and turning off the lamp on his bedside table. He clutches onto you tightly, feeling you bury your face into his neck, before closing his eyes.
(A/N: We made it to chapter nine! I’ve been losing steam on this fic, but I’m really trying to get it out for you all!)
Modern! Ben Solo x Reader
Plot Summary: Ben Solo. The man who made it his job to tease you for the entirety of your high school existence, and all it took was a high school reunion for him to come back into your life. Leaving your big city lifestyle to help out with Rey and Finn's wedding, you see if Ben's really changed over the last ten years.
“Look at you.” You smile, fixing Rey’s veil. “You look amazing.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. Finn will be speechless.” You reply, smoothing out her dress.
“Yeah…” she looks down.
“What is it?”
“I was talking to Ben. You’re in a fight with him?”
“Yeah, what else is new?” You scoff, moving to the mirror to check yourself as well, Rose and Phasma in the next room.
Rey lets out a sigh. “Ben’s an idiot. We both know that. But he cares about you.”
“Cares about me? He kept my car at the garage and just tinkered with it.” You cross your arms, sitting down in a chair. “I could have had it back sooner. It’s an important and expensive thing.”
“But he never let you pay for a cab, did he? He drove you on his motorcycle.”
“You better not be implying what I think you’re implying.”
She shrugs. “If you think I’m implying something, that says more about what you think of him than me.”
“I fucked up.”
“You did. But don’t ruin the wedding because of it.” Kylo answers.
“Maybe just talk to her after? Clear the air?” Matt suggests.
“She won’t even look at me anymore. What makes you think I can clear the air now?” He scoffs, running his hands through his hair.
“Ceremony is starting soon.” Hux notes. “Make your last minute adjustments now.”
“Fine.” Ben mutters, correcting his tie and walking out. They all join the bridesmaids and groomsmen at the hall, until he spots you. You glance at him and look away, as you stand next to Poe and hold his arm.
Ben stares down at the floor, before linking arms with Rose as the organ begins to play.
“Love doesn’t come in a minute! Sometimes it doesn’t come at all!”
Rey laughs as Finn dips her, the wedding band playing in full swing.
“I only know that when I’m in, it isn’t silly, no it isn’t silly… love isn’t silly at all!”
You chuckle, taking a sip from your glass as he spins her around, sneaking a kiss on her cheek, her smile only widening. You scan the room, your eyes falling on Ben as he talks to Kylo and Matt. His eyes meet yours, and you huff, looking away.
“...I’ll be back.” You hear him say faintly, before hearing his steps come closer from across the dance hall. “Y/N-“
“I don’t want to speak to you.”
“I know. But I’m going to talk anyway.”
“God, you’re annoying.” You scoff, crossing your arms.
He smiles slightly. “I know I am. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed after all this time.”
You shake your head, standing up.
“Where are you going?”
“Away from you.” You leave the dance hall, hearing him follow you. “Ben, don’t.”
“No, you’re not going to get away. I’m very persistent.” He replies, ignoring your huffs. “Y/N-“
“What? You’re gonna apologize? That is not going to fix this. You deliberately held onto something that I needed for what? Shits and giggles?”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what? Were you just being annoying again? Because that’s a real dick move. We’re not in high school anymore.”
“I know-“
“Then what is it? Huh? Because I’m sick of this shit-“
“Because I needed an excuse!” He suddenly bursts out. “Do you know how hard it is? Trying to act normal around you? I spent years annoying you for just a second of your attention! I didn’t even know why I wanted your attention until now! You don’t know what it’s like, being in love with someone for years and only now realizing it!”
You stay silent, staring at him in shock as his eyes widen. His heartbeat becomes irregular, as he looks down at you, and you notice him shivering. “...Ben-“
“Fuck, I… I shouldn’t have said that. Fuck!” His jaw tightens, and he quickly rushes back to the reception. You stay in place, unmoving as you try to process what he said.
“...He loves me?” You mutter to yourself, noticing your heartbeat become faster.
You spend the rest of the reception avoiding each other, before it’s time to leave. You spot him getting on his motorcycle, looking over to you. He shifts forward automatically, forgetting that you have your car. He shakes his head, looking ahead and driving off, the sound of his engine fading into the distance.
You get into your car, sitting for a few minutes, gripping the steering wheel, before starting it and driving home.
You unlock your door, dropping your purse on the kitchen table and sitting down on the couch, kicking off your heels. Your phone vibrates, and you look down at it, a text from Ben appearing.
I’m sorry.
You stare down at the two words, unmoving before a tear falls onto the screen. You furrow your brows, wiping your cheeks in confusion, before the corners of your mouth force themselves into a frown. You sniffle, whimpering and putting your phone down, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it tightly, crying into the fabric of it.
“Fucking idiot.” Ben mutters to himself, staring at his text, and falling back into bed.
He looks over to his bookshelf, standing up and looking through it, his eyes falling on his high school yearbook. He opens it, flipping to the back where signatures from his classmates are written. The last page is blank, save for one message, reserved for you.
“You want me to sign your yearbook? You serious?” You chuckle, leaning against your locker.
“Why not? I practically worked on in anyway, considering how I drove you to all of these things.” He smirks, as you smack him lightly, giving him your book.
“Fine, that’s fair. You have a pen?” You ask, as he gives you a black sharpie. You hide the book from him, trying to keep him from looking, before handing it back. “You sign mine?”
“Yeah, here.”
You pass it back, the bell ringing as you both walk to class. Ben opens the book, looking down at the message.
To Ben,
You’re annoying, you’re always teasing me, you always cheat off of my work and steal my notes. But you’ve been there for me, in ways I don’t think I’ll ever understand, like staying three hours late after school to drive me home after I stay late to work on the yearbook or the newspaper, taking me to the football state championship for my assignment, even though it was practically a road trip across the state, and being my backup date for prom.
You’re an asshole, but you’re my asshole.
I’ll miss you.
Y/N.
Ben shuts it, shoving it back into the shelf.
“Dumbass.” He huffs, throwing off his jacket onto the floor and lying back down, forcing himself to fall asleep, not hearing the chime from his phone when you text him back.
Ben Solo. The man who made it his job to tease you for the entirety of your high school existence, and all it took was a high school reunion for him to come back into your life. Leaving your big city lifestyle to help out with Rey and Finn's wedding, you see if Ben's really changed over the last ten years.
(A/N: Surprise. I finally wrote an update thanks to the 1.5 seconds of Kylo Ren slamming a man down with one arm. Made me sweat like a sinner in church.)
Modern! Ben Solo x Reader
Plot Summary: Ben Solo. The man who made it his job to tease you for the entirety of your high school existence, and all it took was a high school reunion for him to come back into your life. Leaving your big city lifestyle to help out with Rey and Finn's wedding, you see if Ben's really changed over the last ten years.
"Ben, seriously? This could have been fixed a while ago."
"I know, I know, I just want to make sure it’s tuned correctly. If it’s wrong, her battery will explode. Do you want Y/N’s battery to explode?” Ben raises a brow at Kylo. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, walking away.
“Just hurry up, we have to close up shop soon.”
Ben waves him off, going back to the battery and checking it. It’s been fixed for a while now.
He knows it’s wrong to prolong a repair. Especially with the wedding so soon and you needing your car after all.
But he’d rather play chauffeur with his motorcycle than actually fix your car. He tells himself it’s because he hasn’t seen you in so long, but deep down, he knows that all those awkward feelings he got in high school are dredging up again, and he’s not going to admit it.
“Hey!”
He freezes at the sound of your voice, glancing up to see you walking in.
“So, how’s my car?” You ask, leaning over the engine next to Ben.
“Still working on it. There’s… a lot of stuff to fix.”
“But is it gonna be working before the wedding?” You look up at Ben and he slowly nods.
“We’re aiming for that.”
“Thank goodness.” You smile, pulling away.
Ben clears his throat, wiping his hands on a rag. You furrow your brows and take the rag from him. “Hey-“
“You’ve got oil on your cheek.” You note, using the rag and rubbing it off of his face. He doesn’t move, until you put the rag back in his hands. “Anyway, I should get going.”
“Wait.” Ben quickly stops you. “You… you think you have time for lunch?”
“Nah, I’ve got engagement photos today. Rain check?” You ask. He nods, and you smile. “See you soon.”
You leave the garage as Matt walks up to Ben. “...If that’s what I think it was-“
“It wasn’t.” Ben scoffs, going back to the engine.
“Well-“
“It wasn’t.” He mutters, shaking his head as Matt shrugs, walking off.
“For the last time, I won’t let you copy off of my history notes.”
“Please! I’ll pay you back.”
“How are you going to possibly pay me back?” You scoff, as he walks next to you.
“I’ll… I’ll take you to dinner.” He answers as you furrow your brows. “Not like that, not like a date.”
“Really?” You chuckle.
“You wish it was a date.” He teases as you smack him with the back of your hand.
“I wish you wouldn’t copy my notes.” You answer. “Counter-offer. You take me to my next yearbook event.”
“Deal. When’s your next event?”
“The football state championships.” You smirk as he groans.
“That’s like a road trip!”
“Good thing you got that truck from your dad.” You wink, giving him your notebook. “I need it back after school.”
He scoffs lightly, smiling as you head off to your next class.
“How long is this drive going to be?” Ben asks, as the two of you walk to the gas station.
“Like, two hours? Plus I need to be there early to get a lay of the place before the players show up and I do interviews.”
“Great.” He groans, as you both walk to the fridge and pick out drinks.
You chuckle, tossing him a bag of chips. “You made the deal with me.”
“Starting to regret it.”
“What? Being in a car with me?” You ask, taking out your phone.
“Maybe.” He teases, as you reach up and take a picture with him. “Hey, what flavors are at the slushie machine?”
“Uh, cherry, blue raspberry, pink lemonade, and root beer.”
“Get me a cherry one?”
“Sure, I’m getting blue raspberry, anyways.” You note, checking the time. “We’re early at least.”
“Good.” He answers, leaning down and sipping from your slushie.
“Hey!”
“I wanted to try it.” He smirks.
“Now your germs are all over it!” You huff.
“Keep the straw, it’ll be like an indirect kiss.” He jokes, laughing when you lightly punch him in the gut.
“You’re the worst.” You scoff, taking a sip from his slushie.
“Great, now I’m going to get cooties.”
“Poor Ben.” You purse your lips as you bring all the items up to the register and he takes out some money. “Wait, I can split it-“
“Too late.” He hums, as the bag is given to him. “Come on, genius, let’s get going.”
“Please tell me my car is ready soon?” You groan.
“I’m pretty sure it’s been ready.” Kylo answers.
“What?”
He shrugs. “I did checks today. Ben said he was still working on it but it’s working perfectly fine. He’s been tinkering with it but not actually fixing anything.”
You furrow your brows, just as Ben walks in.
“Hey, about your car-“
“It’s fixed?” You ask. “Ben, I need my car.”
“No, yeah, I was just-“
“Just what? Overcharging me?” You scoff. “You’re such a dick.”
“No, wait, I wasn’t-“
“No, I’m taking my car now. Thanks for the repair.” You smack his arm as you pass by him.
Matt watches you, before looking at Ben. “Good job-“
“Shut the hell up.” He growls, quickly rushing out as you get in your car. “Y/N-“
“I’m done.” You grumble. “This is bullshit. You know I needed my car, and you kept it around? Charging me for all this extra shit I didn’t need?”
“I-I won’t charge it-“
“I don’t want to hear it.” You roll up your windows and drive off.
Ben watches you leave, dropping his wrench as it clatters on the concrete floor. Kylo walks out, his hands in his pockets. “...Ben-“
“I don’t need to hear it right now.”
“...Why did you keep her car around?”
“I don’t know-“
“You do know.” Matt answers, as Ben grits his teeth, nails digging into his palms. “...We all knew how you felt about her.”
“I didn’t feel anything for her.”
“You kept telling yourself that. But you’re the one who drove her three hours for her yearbook event. And always brought her to Maz’s. And you bought her a corsage for prom and had it ready when Ryan stood her up.”
Ben shakes his head, walking away. He’s always had a soft spot for you, he knew that. But that was all it was to him. All he thought it was. That it was normal for his heart to race every time he saw you. Normal for him to always want to be there and always be by your side. Normal for him to be teasing you non-stop, not because he wanted to hurt your feelings, but because he desperately wanted your attention.
Now he thinks he’s a bigger dumbass than he thought.
(A/N: I’m really proud of this series, and I do apologize for the sporadic posting! I try really hard to focus on the quality of a chapter versus how fast I can get it out, so I really hope this chapter was worth the wait!)
Modern! Ben Solo x Reader
Plot Summary: Ben Solo. The man who made it his job to tease you for the entirety of your high school existence, and all it took was a high school reunion for him to come back into your life. Leaving your big city lifestyle to help out with Rey and Finn's wedding, you see if Ben's really changed over the last ten years.
"Ben, I can take an Uber home."
"Just take the free ride." He scoffs, as the two of you walk out of the diner, night falling as a breeze flies past you and makes you shiver.
"You cold?" Ben asks and you nod. "Should have brought a jacket."
"Gee, thanks." You roll your eyes as he takes off his leather jacket and puts it on you. "You don't have to, you know."
"It'll only get colder when we get back on the road. Besides, I've got a sweater on." He gets on his bike, as you climb behind him and wrap your arms around his chest.
"You know, I noticed something else different about you since high school?" You note.
"Oh? Like what?"
"You gained weight." You reply, as he suddenly drives the bike forward, causing you to let out a startled yell.
"That's muscle, you dick." He chuckles, before finally driving out onto the road.
"Is that from all the mechanic work?" You ask.
"Not exactly, I started working out more after graduation. The job definitely helped, though." He shrugs, feeling you clutch onto him a little tighter when he speeds up.
"Hey, does this look good to you?" You ask, sitting on the floor, your back to the couch as Ben's head hangs upside-down next to you.
"What is it?"
"I'm trying to pick out a prom dress."
"You're going to prom?" He asks. "I thought you didn't have a date."
"If I don't get asked, I'm going with our group of friends. Are you going?" You ask and he shrugs.
"I don't know. Feels kind of arbitrary to me. And I also don't want to go through the hassle of a giant promposal." He turns his head to face you as you do the same, noses barely touching.
"It's prom, Ben. You should go, make some memories and have some fun." You reply, before looking back at your laptop. "What about this?"
"It's really pink."
"Yeah… how about this one?" You point to a navy blue dress with rhinestones along the skirt. "This seems more my speed."
"It's not gaudy looking." Ben shrugs. "What if you do get a date, though? And they've got a different color."
"The prom rule is that if you ask someone, your outfit matches their outfit. If I wear navy blue, they also wear navy blue."
"It's all so pointless."
"It's pointless fun, though." You smile, saving the dress to your wishlist.
"Still no date?" Ben raises his brow, leaning next to you as you put your books away in your locker, a giddy smile on your face.
"Actually, Ryan asked me."
"Ryan?" He furrows his brows. "The dickhead on the swim team?"
"He's not a dickhead, shut up." You huff, closing your locker. "But I'm really excited. You sure you're not going to prom?"
"Maybe." He shrugs, slowly hiding the corsage he bought behind his back. "I'll see you in chemistry class."
"See you. And don't steal my notes this time!" You walk off as the bell rings, catching up with Rey as the two of you quickly rush to algebra.
Ben sighs, stuffing the corsage back into his backpack and walking to social studies, a slight frown evident on his face.
It takes the strength of both Kylo and Phasma to force Ben into the gymnasium, decorated accordingly for prom night.
"Under the stars? Real original." Ben scoffs, adjusting his navy blue tie.
"Come on, everyone else is waiting." Hux gestures to Poe talking with Finn and Rey. Ben looks around, before seeing you sitting alone and quickly wiping your eyes. Ben quickly rushes over to you, his hands in his pockets.
"Hey, what's going on with you?" He asks as you look up at him.
"I don't want to talk about it." You head out of the gym, Ben's gaze following you before he splits off from everyone else and following you outside.
He sees you sitting in the football bleachers, sniffling and trying to keep your mascara from running. He slowly walks over to you, sitting down next to you. "...You kept going on and on about how prom was gonna be fun. What's with the tears?"
"...Ryan stood me up. Decided to go with… with Lina instead." You pull your knees to your chest, the skirt of your dress falling down to your toes. "You were right."
"About what?"
"...He was a dickhead." You rip off your corsage and throw it into the football field as it's shot into the air by the sprinklers.
"...Just wait here, okay? Don't move."
"Why?"
"Just trust me." Ben gets up and jogs to his truck, opening it and pulling his corsage out of the glove compartment, before running back to you. "Here."
"What?"
"I… had a feeling this would happen. You alright with me as a backup date?" He opens up the box and shows you a corsage with a dark blue rose and daisies.
You smile slightly, wiping your eyes. "I could do worse."
"That's the spirit." He chuckles, putting it onto your wrist. "You ready to get back in there?"
"Yeah… yeah, I am." You nod, as he helps you stand up. You smooth your skirt down, and he helps you down the steps, before pulling out his phone.
"Hey-"
"No way, you take pictures all the damn time. Let me have a turn for once. Smile."
You let out a small laugh, smiling for a few pictures before the two of you head back inside. "Why are you doing this?"
"I've been annoying you for years. Call it a late apology. Even though I'm not really sorry." He jokes, as you smack his arm lightly. "Alright, come on. Let's try have some fun, okay?"
"Thanks for the ride." You climb off of the bike, parked in front of your apartment building. "See you soon?"
"Yeah." He shrugs, holding his hand out when you start taking his jacket off. "Keep it. Mom's been trying to get me to cut down on my collection. I've got too many of them that look exactly the same."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure." He smiles, as you nod in thanks and head back into your apartment. Ben stays for a short while, biting the inside of his cheek, before shaking his head and muttering to himself. "Don't think about her like that, come on."
He starts his motorcycle again, heading home as fast as the speed limit would allow him to.
Plot Summary: Ben Solo. The man who made it his job to tease you for the entirety of your high school existence, and all it took was a high school reunion for him to come back into your life. Leaving your big city lifestyle to help out with Rey and Finn's wedding, you see if Ben's really changed over the last ten years.
“You hungry?”
“That depends.” You answer, climbing behind Ben on his motorcycle. “Where do you suggest?”
“Remember Maz? Her diner’s still open.”
“Weren’t you banned from there?”
“Suspended! I was suspended, why do I have to keep making that clear?” He groans, starting the motorcycle as it revs before calming down to a low grumble.
“So you’re allowed back in?” You chuckle.
He rolls his eyes, running his fingers through his hair. “Yes, I’m allowed back in. Now hold onto me unless you want to eat shit as soon as I take off.”
You scoot closer, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your chest to his back, as he stiffens slightly.
“Don’t drive crazy.”
“No promises.” He grins, suddenly peeling out of the garage as you let out a scream.
“Ben! You asshole!”
“Lighten up, nerd!” He yells over the wind, whooping and hollering as you hold onto him for dear life.
“Still need a ride?”
“Yeah.” You sigh, looking through your camera as you climb up into the passenger seat of Ben’s pick up truck, or better known as his pride and joy for being the one he and his father fixed up together during late nights in their family garage. You pull the door shut, your eyes glued to the camera screen. “Stayed late for soccer team interviews. You have detention again?”
“Nope.” He shrugs.
“Hold on.” You look up at him as he slides into the driver’s seat. “You didn’t have detention on a Friday?”
“I know, crazy, right?” He jokes.
“Why the hell did you stick around, then?”
“Because I’m usually your ride. And I also had nowhere else to be.” He answers, starting his truck. “You need to be home soon?”
“No, why?”
“You want to get some food at Maz’s? She lifted my ban.”
“She finally forgave you for the spitball incident?”
Ben chuckles, driving through the parking lines in the empty school lot as a shortcut out. “Took a lot of begging and apologizing, but she gave in.”
“That’s good.” You hum, the camera beeping every time you press a button to look through your pictures.
“Does that thing have a mute option?”
“No. Believe me, I’ve looked for it.” You reply, watching him turn up the radio and flick through the channels, grinning when an obnoxious 80s rock ballad comes on. “Oh my god, don’t.”
“My truck, my rules!” He turns up the radio loud, then rolls down his windows and locks them so you can’t pull it back up. “Come on, Y/N!”
“No, turn that down!”
He drums his hands against the steering wheel, blocking your hands when you try to turn it down.
“Looking in your eyes, I see a paradise, this world that I’ve found is too good to be true!” He sings loudly and obnoxiously, not bothering to match the notes.
You quickly change your camera settings, snapping pictures of him as he quickly covers his face.
“No way, get rid of those!”
“My camera, my rules!”
He tries to snatch it out of your hands as you pull it away from him. “They look bad!”
“Oh my god, focus on the road!” You laugh, starting to nod your head to the beat as he keeps driving.
He looks at you, one hand on the wheel. “At least sing the chorus! I won’t bother you if you do the chorus with me!”
“Fine!” You groan as he turns up the radio even louder.
Other cars with classmates in them drive past, seeing the two of you banging your heads and singing along loudly.
“And we can build this dream together! Standing strong forever! Nothing’s gonna stop us now!” You both shout, laughing between each note.
You climb off of Ben’s motorcycle, slowly regaining your balance as he ruffles his hair. “You look like you’ve been put through a wood chipper.” He jokes.
“No shit, I thought I was gonna die back there.” You breathe out, brushing your hair with your fingers.
Ben pulls back the sleeve of his leather jacket, holding out his wrist with a hair tie on it. “Here, you can use it.”
“Thanks.” You answer, pulling it off and tying your hair up, before the two of you walk into the diner. The bell rings as the door opens, and you both sit down in a booth, Ben across from you.
“Hey, this one’s our booth.”
“How do you know?” You ask, as Ben gestures for you to slide your laptop bag to your left.
“See?” He points to the table. “That’s where I carved our initials.”
You look down to see yours and Ben’s initials carved into the table, rough and small from his old switchblade. “Wow, it’s still here.”
“I know, crazy. I’m surprised you weren’t banned for carving it in.” He chuckles, as you slap his hand. “Hey!”
“You can’t pin that on me after ten years.” You answer, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your lips.
“I can’t believe it.” You look up to see Maz cleaning her glasses, before putting them on and leaning in closer. “Y/N’s back! You were in high school, the last time I saw you!”
“Been a while, hasn’t it?” You answer, lightly laughing as you hug her. “How have you been?”
“Miserable! Do you know how insufferable Ben became after you graduated? You kept him in line!” She huffs jokingly, crossing her arms.
“I’m sorry for my absence.” You chuckle, sitting back down.
She stares you down, before shaking her head. “Fine, you’re forgiven.” She passes you and Ben menus, before pulling them back when you reach them. “For now!”
“Understood, Ms. Kanata.” Ben salutes, before she finally lets you have the menus. You both open it up, as Ben looks up. “Order whatever, my treat.”
“You sure about that?” You ask and he nods.
“I am. Just a little something so you don’t stress yourself out about your car. On one condition.” He leans forward and closes the menu, resting his arms on the table. “If you get a dessert, we’re splitting it.”
You smile, scoffing lightly and shake his hand. “Deal.”
