Daddy Issues | (Kylo X Reader)

You

The light from the hallway pierced through your curtains and stabbed your retinas like a laserbeam. Each step of the Stormtroopers boots echoing into your room, you felt your heart thud to what seemed like the beat of each step.

You squinted, brows furrowing, you turned your head slightly to your alarm clock situated to the left of your bed. Your alarm clock was still and silent, tentatively waiting there like a corpse ready to rise from the dead and scream at you until you awoke fully from your slumber.

You looked at the time, it was 5:40am, another five minutes and you'd have to get up for work. You didn't get much sleep the night before, you kept stirring, waking up every hour.

An overwhelming insatiable anger boiling inside, you would wake up to your knuckles red and bruised or sometimes bleeding from your fists hitting your bedroom wall or sometimes your cold metal bed frame. You had no idea why. It happened every so often, though you couldn't remember what you dreamed about to make you so angry, you did however wake up with a pit in your stomach and an anger you couldn't explain...again.

Except this time, something felt different.

Usually once you had woken up, after sitting in bed a few minutes and trying to relax and distract yourself you'd go back to feeling somewhat okay and ready to face the day. 
Except this time, the feeling wouldn't go away. It sat there lingering. The pit feeling in your stomach only getting deeper and deeper till it reached your core, bubbling away, building up and building up, your heart beating faster, your facing glowing red.

And then, the unrelenting ear piercing scream of your retched alarm clock. Your red and bruised fist swung into the direction of the clock, smashing down on it without a second thought, sending pieces of plastic cascading down onto your bedroom floor.

Your heart beating faster, you jolted up right from your bed, this time waking fully.

You jumped out of bed, forgetting the massacre moments before, stepping on an upright piece of plastic.

"FUCK" you exclaimed at the top of your lungs. You ripped the piece out from the base of your foot, then kicked a large chunk of the clock that was still somewhat intact on the floor, sending it flying into the wall.

You grunted and stomped off towards the bathroom to get yourself ready for work.

-------

You emerged a few minutes later, hair washed, still slightly damp, makeup on but not too much, a red glossy intoxicating red beautifully smeared onto your lips. You liked to look good, to look desirable, but not for others, just yourself.

Your black First Order jumpsuit now on. You filled it out perfectly, cinching in at your waist to show your curvy hourglass figure. You tied your long pink locks up in a messy bun with two delicately placed strands of hair sitting on each side of your temples, you put on your big clunky work boots and headed out the door, taking a look back over your shoulder at the destruction you had left earlier as the metal doors slowly closed together.

--------

You had only been on The Finalizer for around six months, and were a relatively quiet person keeping yourself to yourself. You found it hard to communicate with others, besides, almost
every technician you had worked with onboard thought you were "weird" and "unstable". 

"Fuck them" you thought. You were one of the few people on this godforsaken Battlecruiser that knew what the hell they were doing. You were piratically carrying the rest of your team during each routine inspection.

"Hey, Y/N! Can you come help me with this, I think one of the tractor beam projectors are stuck again".

"Really, Dan?" you sighed in frustration. " you know this, I must have told you how to fix the issue 10 times since I started working here"

"Yeah, I guess." he said deflated "I shove the Z-96 Ion Cannon controller into the plug don't I, then it should start working again" hoping he had the right answer. !

"No!" you said rushing over in a hurry. "if you do that, you can blow the entire fuse, do you know how much it would cost to replace a resurgent battlecruiser tractor beam projector? Hux would have our asses!"

You slid to where Dan was situated in the deck pit and snatched the Z-96 from his hands, gently placing it on the side. "It's the Z-95 Ion Cannon B, you really need to start writing this shit down, all of you do".

"Just calm down, I'll get it eventually" Dan smirked "besides, you must enjoy feeling smarter than the rest of us" he chuckled.

"I'm not smarter, you guys just don't pay attention to a thing I say. If you wrote this stuff down like I ask you to you wouldn't have to keep pestering me with questions you should know the answers to"

"alright, alright, calm down will you?"

Before you could respond another engineer was shouting for your help on the other end of the hall. Heat rising in your face, you turned to answer him.

"What is it?" you snapped, the other workers were noticing your growing anger.

"can you come take a look at this wire, I think it needs replacing"

"Why can't you get someone else to look, or trust your own judgement" you bellowed down the hall.

Then from behind you another worker drone called for your help

and then another

and another

and another

people calling your name and talking from all different directions around you, your head spinning, the room turning into a blurring ball of lights and sound. Stormtroopers boots marching, the ticking of the clocks on the wall, the intercom overhead signalling people for their shift changes,  doors sliding open and closed, all different manner of light blinking and flashing, the sounds of Tie Fighters flying in and out of the docks to and from their missions.

"Y/N" to the left of you

"Y/N" to the right of you

"Y/N!" from behind you

"Y/N?" from down the hall

boots marching again, the clocks ticking, the lights flashing.

"Y/N, I -"

your eyes closed, a large ball of light formed in your mind, edging closer to you, you could sense it's power, it's energy...and then a loud ominous roar escaped your lungs; "SHUUUUUUUUT UPPPPPPP" your voice echoed throughout the halls,  you suddenly hear the sound of smashing glass and metal clangs on the floor, things falling around you. Everything was now silent.

No talking, no pestering, even the intercom had gone silent. You opened your eyes, looking at the carnage around you, sparks were flying out of the machinery, tools and datapads were thrown across the floor around the room, one of the engineers that had been closest to you was now sat on the floor totally taken aback, looking up at you confused and frightened.

Your heart began to race, your fists still clenched. "Did I do that?" you thought to yourself. You slowly lifted your head up to notice all the eyes glued on to you in shock. 

You looked back down at the engineer on the floor, he was still staring at you, you went to offer him your hand, then you noticed his vision change, he was staring behind you, an even more terrified look on his face.

"What?" you said softly.

Then you saw him.

Kylo Ren.

He was marching towards you with a furious passion in his step, his long black cloak billowing from the speed in his stride. He had seen everything.

"You!" he roared.

It was over, so much for your new job...and your life.

********thank you so much for the kind words so far. I promise I will update soon, just been very ill and the assisted housing I'm living has commissioned me to do an outdoor art piece so I have to focus on finishing that before I can finish writing. Promise I will update as soon as I can. Stay safe ! X *******