Sour (Kylo Ren x Reader. Modern AU)

Chapter 1. charity

Your brother Vic was all you had. Foster home after foster home.
When he told you he was offered his dream job at one of the most important streaming platforms, you were beyond proud of him.
That meant he had to move across the world, though, and you did with him.
He started working under Kylo Ren, a well-known director and heir of Snoke's streaming service 'First Order'. Every show worth watching was there.
You got temporary jobs here and there, sometimes as a waitress or cashier, you even worked as an assistant in a law firm, but your true passion was scriptwriting. And as you may already know, it is extremely hard to make a living out of it.

And as usual, your life took a different spin and fucked everything up. You got sick, at first, it seemed like something temporary, but what you thought would last a few days, turned out to be weeks, and months.

It had been over eight months now. 

You had to stop working as you felt so tired and in pain that sometimes the most productive thing you would do was take a fucking shower. 

It frustrated you seeing your friends go out, and enjoy life while you were stuck in bed with a bag of popcorn and watching some random serial killer documentary on the First Order. You loved those plans, but you wanted to choose whether you wanted to stay in like a lazy sloth or party until the sun came out again.

Stop working meant you had to move back in with Vic and his boyfriend, Finn, whom you loved dearly too, but you felt like a burden. And the medical bills kept piling up, making it hard for them to pay rent and their other expenses.

They even had to postpone their wedding plans and you felt like shit about that.

It was an embarrassing thing to do for your brother, but every year, the First Order would donate a good amount of money to an employee's charity cause.

 Everyone who worked at the company had the opportunity to make a request. It could be to go back to university for a different degree, to pay for your kids' schooling, a charity... And this year Vic decided to give it a go and ask for help to pay your medical bills. 

What was surprising was that after he filled out the form, It didn't take more than 24h and your debt was wiped off from the face of the earth, as if it had never existed.

Vic's phone buzzed announcing an incoming message. Mr Ren had paid for everything and set a room at the hospital for you to keep going on your case.

You were wearing your light blue hospital gown when Vic came in through the door. "Hey Sissy, how're you feeling?" He said embracing you. He always called you like that. If he ever said your name it meant you were in trouble. That was an unspoken rule ever since you were kids.

"Not so bad, just tired" you said taking a seat on the couch next to him. "This room is great" and it was. You were used to sharing a room with other patients and now you had your own, with your private bathroom and that was unbelievably satisfying. "I've been thinking... wouldn't it be nice if I sent your boss a thank you email? After all, he's given us much more money than the regular donations they do" Vicrul nodded.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea. He might not reply though... so don't take it personally. Let's say he's not the most accessible person"

After having an awful hospital dinner that tasted like cardboard, you had your medication and fell asleep.

 You'd think about how to thank him for everything, after all, he was giving you a chance to live.

That following morning you thought of setting up your laptop on the desk near the window in your room... If only you still had your laptop. You sold it to try and contribute to paying the piling bills. You wrote Mr Ren's email address on your phone and stared at the blank page in front of you.