#vic slapping her bass... slap my ass like that please | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

srorgana1 · 10 months

Text

Into the Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Twenty Two

The Fox is decked out to the nines complete with a red carpet. The paparazzi and fans line the barricade, desperate for a close up shot or an autograph. As Kylo steps out of the limo, there is a roar from the crowd.

People scream for his attention as cameras click and flash. He gives them a tight smile, keeping his body posture neutral. More screams and calls come as his bandmates join him. They pose for a couple photos as the dates are led inside.

As he walks up the red carpet, people yell his name, vying for his attention. He focuses on maintaining his aloofness, nodding acknowledgement to some familiar faces as he goes through the doors. As security leads him backstage, he looks around appreciating the space.

The main space is classically beautiful, decked out in black and metallic. The dimmed lights and party lights set the tone of wealth and debauchery. The large stage to the left is already set up with a large screen and chairs for the interviews. The large L shaped bar is back lit with blue lights giving the space a speakeasy vibe. He can also see darkened lounges and other seating spaces lit up with glowing centerpieces. The space is perfect for those awaiting entrance to indulge.

He is led to a plush but minimally decorated lounge behind the stage. There is a small bar in the corner and multiple couches. A server greets him and offers him a drink and a seat. A strong whisky sour is in his hand before his ass hits the couch.

He sips his drink as his bandmates join him. Over the low bass of the music, he can hear the party attendants begin to enter. You can do this, he tells himself, you have done it before.

“You okay?” Vic says, settling in next to him. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay” he says as he sips his drink. “I’ve known you for a long time Ky, I know when you're full of shit” Vic responds, his eyes scanning the room. “It’s obvious what’s bothering you. She’s okay man, sad and confused but okay. I need you not to lose your shit tonight.”

Kylo’s breath hitches at his friend’s honesty. “Don’t” he grumbles as finishes his drink in one gulp. The burn of the alcohol distracted him from the ache in his chest. He sees Vic roll his eyes as turns away from him, taking a sip of his own drink.

The promo video starts. He can hear the crowd’s cheer. He feels like he’s floating already, his mind already fuzzing at the edges. He barely notices Chewie, Phasma, and Hux enter the room. “Alright guys, it’s almost time. Anyone have any questions?” Phasma asks.

He shakes his head along with the others. They have gone over the plan of the night probably a million times. He can probably recite it like a child doing a school project. Another whiskey magically appears in his hand.

“Tallie will come get you all shortly, if you have any issues, please find one of us or notify security” she says as she follows Chewie out of the room. “Is it just me or does Phasma give off Mommy vibes?” Ushar says as he finishes his drink. Kylo shakes his head, laughing along with his mates. He can feel the alcohol loosening him up. He will have to pace himself so he can enjoy tonight.

Tallie comes in shortly after, leading the men to the base of the stage. Her platinum blonde hair glows blue under the hallway lights. Between the crowd, the music and promo video his ears buzz. He shuts his eyes, allowing the energy to flow in and around him.

Taking a big deep breath, he opens his eyes as a bottle of water is thrust into his hand. He looks over to Vic, watching hype himself up. He gives him a smirk, tipping his water bottle at him.

As the video begins to wind down, he can hear the crowd react to Chewie on stage. Kylo squares his shoulders, centering himself. He jumps slightly as hand slaps his shoulder. “Hola Amigo”. His eyes widen as he turns quickly.

"Cassian? What the fuck are you doing here?” he says. Cassian laughs freely, hugging Kylo with one arm. “You know I wouldn’t miss this, my friend” he says “Hux has kept me updated on what has been going on. The album is amazing, you should be proud.”

Kylo stiffens at Cassian’s praise. His heart pounds in his chest as he remembers you saying that to him just last week. Cassian and Hux share a quick look as Cassian slaps Kylo’s shoulder one more time and lets go. “Kylo, if you need anything just let me or Hux know, okay?” he says quietly. Kylo nodes slightly, not trusting his voice. He is filled with guilt and embarrassment that he took Cassian’s kindness for granted.

“The Knights of Ren!” Chewie’s voice boomed overhead, and the crowd cheered. Kylo takes a deep breath, sliding on his rock star persona and follows his mates on stage. Cassian stays where he is watching Kylo lumber away. “He’s had a rough couple days” Hux says, standing next to his longtime partner. Cassian smiles warmly, taking Hux’s hand.

“She must be really something special to affect him this much.” Cassian says, watching the band wave at the crowd. Hux chuckles lightly, shaking his head. “She is a unique talent, and they are good together. Honestly, I'm a little worried about tonight.”

He watches Cassian’s brows rise as he squeezes his hand. “Just keep an eye on him Armitage, if we need to intervene, we will.” “Sounds good Cass" Hux says as he kisses Cassian’s cheek. “See ya out there” Cassian calls as Hux joins the band on the stage.

Kylo feels like he’s drowning as he waves at the crowd. He can barely hear the questions over the crowd noise, but he tries his best as his mates answer questions from some of the biggest journalists in the industry. He rolls his water bottle between his hands, attempting to calm himself as Cardo answers a question.

“Kylo, did your writing process change for this album? From what we have heard it seems a lot more personal” one journalist asks. “My song writing process hasn’t changed much. I draw inspiration from what is going on around me. D’Kar has given us the creative freedom to dive into ideas we couldn’t otherwise do before” he answers, thinking about all the late nights spent with you at the studio. Of you sitting on his lap, sharing sweet kisses as they reviewed vocal edits.

He answers a couple more questions and the band are shepherded back to the back lounge. He beelines to the small bar and orders a Three Wise Men. He slams it down and orders another, his mind swirling with thoughts of you.

Of the way your nose wrinkles as you laugh, the way you squealed in happiness over ramen and fried chicken. He missed the way you challenged him musically and how pliant you were when he fucked you. The ache in his chest flared, making him almost choke on his drink.

He sees the bartender eye him as she makes another drink. “C’mon Ky” Hux says behind him “we still got most of the evening to go, pace yourself.” Kylo scoffs as Hux reaches around him to grab his Gimlet. “Sure man” he says, pushing his empty shot glasses away. He floats back to one of the couches, his fingers itching to text you again.

While he had only texted you three times today, he feels the need to tell you how much this is eating up inside. “Kylo, sit over here” a feminine voice says. He turns his head to see a blonde and brunette sitting on the small sofa. “Come sit with us” the blonde says, fluttering her fake eyelashes. The brunette sits up straighter, pushing out her chest.

He looks around the room again, finally noticing the rest of the men’s dates and a couple others have joined them back here. There are a variety of drinks and drugs on the large glass table. Rae is on Kurak’s lap, his hands gripping her ass. Cardo is entertaining that Latina again. Vic is sharing a blunt with a beautiful Asian woman. He looks at the women again.

Before you, he would’ve been over with them in a heartbeat. He would’ve had one or both by the end of the night. But now, now he can’t. He can appreciate their beauty, but his heart and mind are taken by another who doesn’t want anything to do with him right now.

“Sorry ladies, but I have to follow up with something. Trudgen, would you entertain these ladies for me?” he says as Trudgen passes by. Trudgen looks up from his phone and looks from Kylo to the waiting women. He smiles boyishly, slaps Kylo on the shoulder and saunters over. He nods at his bandmate and turns to find a quieter spot.

Tallie sticks her head in again. “Alright guys, stage is set.” He hears a couple of his mates groan but this is the part of the night he has been most looking forward to. He wants to get lost in the music and stop fucking thinking. He grabs a random drink off the table and chugs it. Vodka, gross. He grimaces at the taste as he follows his mates back to the stage.

He tunes the sparkly black Gibson as the rest of them prep. He subconsciously strums the opening chords to Everlong to test the tuning. “The is such a classic song bro, fucking love it” Kurak says as he straps on his guitar. His long hair is a mess, and his shirt is buttoned unevenly. “It is” he smirks, trying to push down another pain in his chest. “Dude, you looked wrecked” Vic calls over. Kurak laughs loudly as he fixes his hair “Well worth it when you’re in love.”

Kylo snorts loudly as he pulls the guitar strap over his head. “Yeah sure” he says sarcastically. The day Kurak falls in love will be the same day hell freezes over. “With Rae? Really?” he hears Cardo ask. Kylo closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing.

He has played Miracle and Never Giving Up a million times, it’s muscle memory now. But he tells himself he must play the best he can tonight, because you will see it. He wants you to be able to watch it and give the same dumb struck look you gave him all those months ago.

As they are introduced again, he schools his features again as he ascends the stage. The whole crowd is now standing around the stage. People cheering and cameras clicking. The lights are further dimmed, focused only on the stage.

He can feel the excited energy. It gives him something to focus on. As the opening music floats through the speakers, the crowd screams. He smirks as he and Ushar hit the first notes, feeling himself fall into the music.

They end up playing more than just the two planned songs. They play Battered and one of their older hits, Wolves. It felt good to perform. To get out of his mind for a bit. As the set ended, they were escorted out into the main space. He surveyed the room as he put his suit jacket back on.

The bar is packed, servers roam around the periphery serving the lounges. People are dancing to a mix of their songs and other D’Kar artists. He sees Phasma in one of the lounges smoking a cigar as she laughs with a large red-headed man. Good for her, he thinks as he fights through the crowd towards the bar.

“Kylo!” “Kylo!” he hears around him. He gives a tight smile and waves. He knows these will be up on every social media site by morning. He is intercepted by a server who asks what he wants. Two Three Wise Mens and Tequila Old Fashioned. She smiles at his choices and tells him she will be right back.

“Well well look who it is” a smoky low voice comes from the crowd next to him. He doesn’t need to look because he already knows how it is. “Jessica” he acknowledges, thanking the server promptly as she returns with his drinks. He takes the first shot and finally turns to face the woman.

She doesn’t look much different from the last time he saw her – same long blonde hair, heavy makeup and wrapped up in a revealing bodycon dress. She twirls her hair around her finger as she gives him a sultry look. “Looks like not much has changed” she says, eyeing his drinks. He grunts as he takes the other shot.

He doesn’t want to speak to her. She brings up too many bad memories. He knew even back then fucking her was a mistake. As he tries to walk past her, she puts one of her talon tipped hands on his chest. “Hmmm, bigger” she slurs lowly as her hand meanders his chest. She gets closer. He can smell the alcohol on her breath and see the white powder residue rimming her nose. Not much has changed for her either.

He hears a couple cameras click over the drone of the crowd. Even though he is well on his way to being drunk, he knows that staying here in this situation is not good. He pushes her hand off him as he steps away. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Go away Jessica, no one wants you here” he says as he brushes past her. He takes a sip of his drink.

The music seems to be louder, people closer. He shakes his head, trying to clear the persistent fuzzy feeling. He sees Cardo sitting with a couple people he thinks he recognizes. He pushes through the crowd to join them. “Hey bro” Cardo slurs, making room for him. Kylo nods silently. “You want some?” one of the guys says pointing to prepared lines of white powder. “Nah bro, got my own type of poison right here” Kylo says as he takes another drink.

He's not sure how long he sits there, watching Cardo and his friends get high. He looks down at his glass, realizing it’s empty. He stands up and is hit with dizziness. He shakes it off as he heads back to the bar. The music has become heavier.

The dance crowd has grown. All he can see is bodies writhing to the beat. His drunk brain floats to the last time he fucked you. How you rode him like a fucking goddess. He had came so hard that he almost passed out. He remembers you holding his head to your breast, humming melodies as you ran your fingers through his hair as he came down.

He shakes his head again as the ache in his chest flares. He should be having the fucking time of his life right now with you by his side. Able to give you sweet kisses when no one was looking and laughing at the ridiculous questions he’s been bombarded with all night.

He could picture you in a shift dress and hair curled, dirty martini in hand as you stood next to him. He could almost hear you talking about all the little details sprinkled throughout the album. But you’re not. He’s miserable, alone and drunk.

“Kylo?” a voice says. He groans, rubbing his hands down his face as he turns around. A short haired woman stands before him with two Collins glasses. He racks his brain to remember who she is.

She must see the look on his face because she laughs loudly. “Guess you don’t remember me? Jyn Erso from Entertainment Tonight. We’ve met on a couple of occasions.” Suddenly it clicks. She did one of extensive post-Grammy interviews with the group. “Oh yeah I remember you now” he says. “Looks like you need to sit down Kylo. Care to join me?” she says pointing her elbow to an empty booth. “Why not” he says as she hands him one of her drinks.

He slips into the booth as Jyn takes a drink. “This party is pretty crazy” she says as she eyes the dance floor. “Yeah it is” he responds, savoring the citrusy alcohol. “You guys should be proud, the single and the album are great. I have no doubts award talk will be starting soon” she says. She’s not wrong, he thinks as he hums in agreement. “So, how’s working with D’Kar compared with First Order? You said earlier you have a lot more creative freedom” she asks.

You should stop this, the sober part of his brain yells, but the inebriated side doesn’t listen. “D’Kar is set up completely different from First Order. We have the freedom to write what we want and experiment with different styles and genres. We were pigeon-holed there. I never realized it until we left” he said, taking another sip.

“Interesting. I can tell based on what I’ve heard from the album it seems the songs come from a more intimate place. Less angry and more soulful. What caused the change?” she questions as she looks at him.

“Well, it wasn’t just me writing. Vic and I co-wrote a lot of the songs. But we couldn’t have done anything with our lead sound director, Y/N. She helped us focus our ideas and helped us develop the album. You can ask any of my brand mates and they will agree. She’s truly an amazing person. She helped me write and develop Miracle into what it is” he babbles. If he was sober, he would’ve noticed the look on Jyn’s face. It’s the look that she just hooked the biggest morsel of news this side of KISS’s farewell tour announcement.

“Really? Wow! Is she here? Are you two just professional partners or…” “Miss Erso” Hux growled; his green eyes glued on the petite journalist. “Oh Mr. Hux, didn’t see you there. I was just having a talk with Kylo…” she says eyes widen as she watches Hux get even more irritated. “As you know Miss Erso, you cannot do interviews outside of the scheduled time frame. Anything my client has said during this is considered off the record” he says as he glared at her.

Kylo looks back and forth between Jyn and Hux and back to his empty glass. His head swims. What did he say that got Hux so angry? “C’mon Kylo” he hears Hux say as a hand grips his shoulder.

He looks up to see Cassian gripping his shoulder glaring at her. “We will be in touch, Miss Erso” Cassian said ominously. Kylo staggers out of his seat and is led back to the back lounge by the two men and a couple of the security officers.

Kylo, not able to stay upright any longer, crumples onto the closest couch. His head hits the hard armrest, groaning at the pain. Through blurry eyes he can see Hux and Cassian talking, his ears not fully cooperating. He shuts his eyes to keep the room from spinning.

“Fuck!” Hux yells, pulling at his hair. “Armie, it’s okay. Let’s just get him home safely and then we will deal with this” Cassian says, rubbing his partner’s back. “Ugh by the time we get to do any damage control, Jyn would have blabbed it to anyone with ears. It’s probably on social media by now” Hux says, shaking his head. “I know but we gotta do this right by him and Y/N” Cassian says nodding towards a passed out Kylo.

“You’re right, you always are” Hux grumbled as he reached for his phone. “I’ll talk to Chewie so they can plan on their end. You okay with getting him home?” Cassian nods as he walks towards Kylo. “Can you send me his address mi amor?” he says as he goes through Kylo’s pockets.

He finds his phone and pockets it for safekeeping. As Hux furiously types on his phone, Cassian sticks his head out the door to the waiting security. “Can you pull the KOR limo around please?”

The limo arrives shortly at the back entrance. It takes two security guards to load Kylo in. They join Cassian for the ride. Cassian reminds himself to make sure to tip them extra for their time. He looks over at Kylo as the limo turns onto the freeway. He really does look like shit.

He clears his throat as he pulls out Kylo’s phone. He turns on the phone and clicks in the password Hux gave him earlier. The screen changes from a black and white picture of a Fender guitar to an adorable selfie style photo of Kylo and a young woman.

She’s laughing, eyes crinkled as he kisses her check. This must be Y/N. She’s cute, he thinks as clicks into his texts. He scans briefly and confirms Hux’s story. You haven’t responded to the over fifty messages the poor man across from him had sent.

He looks over at Kylo, now fully understanding the situation at hand. He looks down at Kylo’s phone one more time, putting his number in and adding Y/N’s to his own. He puts a reminder in his calendar to reach out to you tomorrow.

He puts both on standby and puts them back in his pocket. He smiles to himself as he formulates a plan. He would have to run it by Armitage and the D’Kar execs but if everyone agrees, he feels it would be the best course of action. But these two lovebirds need to work out their issues first.

Bring on the party aka shit show... 💔