Cut To The Feeling (Reader x Professor Ren / Kylo Ren)

Wild Horses

"This is really good," Rey said, closing the script. You had two more scenes to write, but Rey was going to be leaving town for a conference soon, so you wanted to go ahead and get her opinion on it. "I mean, I don't really know all that much about scriptwriting and what it's supposed to look like, but even I was able to read this and know that it was a really good story. I can't wait to see the movie in April." She smiled at you, crossing her legs in the velvet chair in your apartment.

"Thank you. That means a lot to me--you're opinion always means a lot to me," you smiled, sitting criss-cross on your daybed. "I'm kind of nervous about showing it to Francesca Calrissian, though. She's one of the most important names in the business."

"I mean, hasn't Professor Ren assured you it's good?" She set the papers on your writing desk.

"Yeah. We've met a few times this week, and it's seemed really off, so I'm not entirely sure that's he's giving me his best advice," you looked out the window. You had met with him three times earlier in the week in his office. Upon his return to New Orleans, you saw him the next day. It was scheduled by email that time, which was odd for your dynamic, but you thought nothing of it. At that meeting, you scheduled two more times to meet with him throughout the week, and every single time he seemed irate and distant. You didn't think it was what had happened on the phone. It seemed to be something way bigger.

He didn't speak to you like a friend, he didn't keep up the playful flirty banter. It was all business all the time. He wasn't even rude like he normally was. He was a completely different person, and you weren't the only one to notice. Many of the other film majors noticed the shift, commenting on his tamed expression of opinions and the significant lack of people leaving his office crying.

More than any of it, you were proud of yourself for not being concerned about what had happened on the phone. He had made a mistake, not you, and you were okay and content with how it went down. You just wanted him to be comfortable and not linger on the event.

"Off?" Rey mused. "Have you asked him what's up?"

"No. I don't want to pry," you sucked in your lips at the thought.

"I mean, he's like your friend or something, right?" She said, using her hands to speak.

"I would say so," you looked at her, shrugging.

"Then ask him. Take him somewhere that you like to go when you're stressed and talk to him about it," she said as if it should have been your first thought. "We are in the last five-ish weeks of the semester. He's probably just stressed."

"You're probably right," you sighed, shoulders dropping. "I guess I'll give him a call after you head out."

"Good. I saw the way he was looking at you at the 24 Hour Film Festival. He really cares about you," she said it genuinely, but there was a sly smile behind it.

"Anyway," you dismissed her suggestion. "How's Finn?"

"He's good! You know, he graduates this semester, so he will be done in two weeks," she said excitedly.

"I'm so happy for him. You must be really proud," you shifted in your spot.

"I am. I do wish you would get a boyfriend. Just so I could stop feeling so guilty about the severe lack of time we spend together now," she furrowed her brow.

"I am not in the slightest angry about it. You deserve this. You've always deserved someone who adores you as much as I do but also gives you otherworldly sex, you know?" You smiled with a wink.

"You know, you could have done that as well, you just never came around to the idea," she joked with you.

"I guess you're right," your laughter subsided and Rey stood.