Lunch when you’re to lazy to make anything else. Today I found myself super busy and I baked a lemon cake for Mother’s Day and had a lot of cleaning/washing up to do. By 5pm I was drained and ready for bed! I had a good talk to my dog after breakfast, which probably seems weird as she can’t understand me, but as we (my family) put her to sleep on Monday I felt like I wanted to thank her for all her love and happy memories, even though she had no idea what I was saying. Maybe this will help me say goodbye. I am so tired right now (probably emotion based) and excited for sleep, but first I want to journal and draw and obviously I need something for dessert before I settle down. Oh, and I have the kitchen to clean for the hundredth time today, yay.
Working at The Continental isn’t at all what you thought it’d be.
SPOILER FREE FIC.
You smoothed out your shirt and looked in the mirror. It was
your first day on the job. You were decked out head to toe in brand new
clothes. All from a designer you’d never heard of. All custom made to fit you
perfectly. All completely free. On top
of that, you’d be making a salary that, at entry level, was six figures. And
all you had to do was deliver room service.
But there was a saying you’d heard since you were young: If
it’s too good to be true, then it probably is.
You should have suspected something was off when you had to
give a blood sample, a urine sample, a DNA swab, and answer a thirteen page
questionnaire that included things like “list the full names of your parents,
siblings, and grandparents” or “do you have any experience with sutures,
cauterization, or CPR?”
And then the interview, itself, felt more like an
interrogation. The whole thing gave you this weird feeling in your gut, but
this was also the most exclusive hotel in New York City. Getting a room here
wasn’t about whether or not you had the money, but whether or not you knew the
right people, and even then, it was typically booked solid. You’d even heard a
rumor that The Queen of England was denied a room once. Of course they’d be
picky about their staff.
But after the lengthy interview process and dozen or so
signatures on papers you probably should have read, you found out the truth
about The Continental.
The manager’s name was Winston. He was nice enough, though
he had a very “no nonsense” attitude about him. The more you found out about
the place, though, the more you understood why. It was a safe haven for a
secret society of people. Assassins. Hit men. Gang Lords. The underground elite
of not only New York, but the entire world. The only currency accepted from
customers were gold coins. One gold coin was the equivalent to one favor. It
was a simple system, Winston explained, but complex to newcomers. You’d pick it
up over time. All you needed to know was that if you got a coin, you kept a
close eye on it.
Additionally, the hotel followed a strict set of rules, but
the two that most concerned you were that staff was never to ask questions, and
no business could ever be conducted on hotel grounds. The latter of the two
should have made you feel safer, but instead, it just made you more nervous.
Upon the conclusion of your meeting with Winston, he
presented you with a single gold coin. You looked at him curiously. He smiled,
and said simply:
summary: reader is peter’s best friend and has just realized her true feelings. after the school day she is walking home and stops at Delmar’s to get a sandwich where a theif comes in and holds everyone at gunpoint. reader is well trained in fighting and takes him on, unaware that he has powers. spider-man arrives on the scene and things get interesting…
word count: 2252 (sorry it’s so long, got carried away)
a/n: this is my first peter parker one and i’m nervous. also idk how i feel about this but i would be up to writing a part 2..? PLEASE give me feedback, that gives me life. anyway hope you enjoy
Tucking a strand of Y/H/C hair behind your ear, you steeled yourself to brave the horrors that were the halls of Midtown Science High School. You sucked in a breath and dove in, immediately being shoved from side to side by teenagers preoccupied by their phones, their friends, or their crushes.
“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” You heard your friend Ned shouting for you and pivoted to face him, nearly causing yourself to collide with a huge dude with a mohawk. Luckily, Ned managed to grab your arm and yank you over to him.
Gasping a sigh of relief you thanked him, “Ned, you just saved my life.” To which he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah Y/N, he’s a real spider-man, better actually.” You heard the sarcasm dripping from his mouth before you saw your best friend in the world: Peter Parker. He came into view with his slightly-disheveled (but in a good way) hair. You averted your eyes immediately, feeling that tight sensation in the pit of your stomach. Unfortunately, your inability to meet his eyes did not go unnoticed and Peter’s face melted into worry, “Hey, Y/N? You ok?” His voice was ridden with worry but you just brushed it off.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just thought I might’ve dropped something.” You mumbled your excuse, gesturing to your overflowing hands with a short nod and flashed him an empty smile. He cocked his eyebrows at you, clearly knowing something was up, but let it go.
“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight and have a Star Wars marathon with us?” Ned asked as he finished locking away his supplies in his locker and slamming it shut with an ear piercing metal bang. You considered his offer, on one hand you loved hanging out with them, you guys always laughed a lot and a new inside joke came out of every single one of these sleepovers. On the other hand, just this week you noticed something that once realized, could not be shoved to the side; you were falling in love with Peter, fast.
Recognizing your hesitation Ned used his persuasive sing-song voice, “There will be Doritosssss…you’re favorite.” He poked you in the side and you threw your head back and giggled. You glanced sideways at Ned, taking in his goofy grin, raised eyebrows and squinted eyes awaiting your response, and then you couldn’t wait any longer and you met Peter’s gaze. He was looking at you with a small smile and his eyes sparkled light brown with sincere affection. Dammit.
“Yeah, it’ll be fun, who’s house?” You gave in, knowing it was in your best interest both to have fun and because they would fight you on it until you said yes anyway. Both the teenage boys’ faces lit up with excitement.
“5:30!! My house.” Peter exclaimed, clapping his hands together in victory. You snorted a bit and nodded.
“I’ll be there. Alright, I have to run home to clean my room and I want to stop at Delmar’s on the way. Peter you wanna come with? It’s right near your apartment.” You let it slip before you could think better of it. Peter got the face that said “I really want to come but…” and you knew exactly what was coming.
“I have the Stark internship…” You said it in unison with him, earning a small smirk and a sigh, “I’m sorry but I really do need to just finish… some, stuff.. before we all hang out.” You nodded and called a goodbye, turning just too early to see the sorrowful look on his face. He wanted to be with you more than you knew…
“Hey Mr. Delmar!” You called as you entered the bodega. The large man behind the counter smiled at you as you made your way to the fat cat on the counter.
“Hola Y/N. You want a number 3? No pickles?” He asks you, you nod in approval.
“Oh you know me so well,” You shot him a wide smile and then began to scan the aisles to pass the time. You strolled past a mother with her little boy and noted that he was grasping a spider-man toy in his hand and tugging at his mother’s arm.
“Mommy, Mommy, wook, I make Pider-man go flying to help.” His baby lisp only made the entire scene that much cuter, his mother looked down and smiled at him, “Yes baby, Spider-man will always protect you.” You felt your heart leap. You always felt this weird connection to the idea of Spider-man, more-so than any other hero.
“So, Y/N, where is your boyfriend?” You hear Mr. Delmar call as you round the aisle closest to him. He rests an elbow on the counter and raises a single eyebrow in an eerie knowing way. You narrow your eyes at him and prepare to give him the “He’s not my boyfriend speech” that you give him at least twice a week. But you stopped short when his eyes went wide and he raised his hands in submission. He cocked his head at you as an attempt to tell you to get away.
“Put your hands in the air,” You heard a rough voice and then felt a jab in your lower back… a gun. You did as he said and felt him pin your hands together and place them where the gun was, which was now by your head. You felt your heartbeat in your neck and everything seemed to slow down. You saw the woman pull her son behind the furthest aisle, she locked eyes with you and you felt her fear echoed in your face.
“Give me the money, NOW” He shouted at Mr. Delmar, who looked at you with the concern of a parent and did as he said, pulling open the cash register. Pulling yourself out of the haze of fear you forced yourself to remember your training. Closing your eyes tight you drew in a serene breath, One, Two, Three.
Throwing your elbow back, you stomped on his booted foot. He drew away from you with a wheeze of surprise and pain. You threw a hard right hook and distracted him as Mr. Delmar reached for the phone and dialed 911. You actually started to have the upper hand as you kicked out his right foot and he fell to his knee, but then something turned the tables, his hands began to steam and his ski mask caught fire… shit
Peter always followed you home before he started searching for crime, only leaving you if he sees a problem or hears sirens. He was sitting up on top of the building behind the ATM across the street from Delmar’s swinging his legs back and forth and waiting for you to return to view with a sandwich in hand. He pulled his phone out of the side pocket of his backpack and scrolled through to see if he had any new texts from Ned. You were taking longer than usual, he stood up on the edge of the building, careful not to be seen, since he was wearing the Spider-man suit, and searched for you.
Peter knew something was up, he couldn’t keep hiding the secret from you, and eventually Ned would probably let it slip. He thought back to earlier this afternoon when you wouldn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t want to lose you but he didn’t want to put you in jeopardy with you knowing.
“Karen, can I hear what’s happening in there?” Peter asked his suit lady.
“Engaging enhanced reconnaissance mode” He then heard a commotion and could see the heat signatures of two people fighting. Suddenly, however, one of the figures had their hands and head light up red-hot. Shit, Y/N was in there. Peter shot up and jumped from his perch onto the ATM building and then swung down to Delmar’s, blasting through the door. Nobody would hurt Y/N…
You pulled away from the burning man and backed up as far as you could. But you remembered the frightened woman and decided to try and lead him away from them, “Come on, I’m just a teenager why don’t you come get me?” That was the wrong thing to say, he hurled a fireball at your head. You narrowly avoided it but fell to the floor, tripping over a fallen newspaper stack. Your heart caught in your throat as he moved to stand over you, pulling off his mask to reveal a devilish smirk.
“What are you going to do now, babyface?” He growled at you, showcasing his cracked and missing teeth. You cringed away just kind of moving backwards an inch.
“She doesn’t have to do anything, because I will.” Your head whipped up to find the source of the familiar voice. What you found you couldn’t believe… It was him! Spider-man. He shot a web into the middle of the mans chest and used it to pull him forward, he kicked the man in the chest and then looked over at you. “Get everyone out of here! Get to safety.” You looked up at him mesmerized, taking a moment to fully absorb his words and then nodded profusely. You pulled yourself up, muscles aching from the combat you just did and scurried over to huddled mother.
“Please, you have to get out of her.” The woman nodded and gripped her son tightly, sprinting for the door as he kept pointing at the real version of the small action figure in his hand. You nodded at Mr. Delmar and he began to get employees out. You slowly leaned around one of the aisles to see where they were. Spider-man was locked in combat with him, continuously shooting webs that would melt over his hands so that the punches didn’t burn. You saw that no one else was left in the store and looked around for an exit route. You were blocked in, they had moved over by the doorway. You wanted to help the hero but didn’t know how. Then it occurred to you.
You leaned close to the ground and made your way to the ice cream refrigerator on the wall on the wall. Desperately, you flung the door open and began ripping ice cream off the walls, until there was enough space for you to be able to fit in it. You stood in front of it and then prepared yourself for bravery you were pretty sure you didn’t actually have.
“Hey! Hot-Head! Come at me, I bet I can still take you.” He turned to you and smiled. You turned around fast to make sure the open fridge was right behind you.
“What-what’re you doing!?” Spider-man shouted, but you shook your head, letting the man get closer. His hands caught fire and he pushed you until you were up against the freezer and you caught eyes with Spider-man. You had about 2 seconds to get him to understand. You gestured your head back, ducked down and pushed yourself on the floor between the mans legs and shouted, “WEB HIM.”
In a second a stream of webs shot over your head and sealed the man in the freezer, door still open (you weren’t trying to kill him). Spider-man walked forward and webbed him over and over again. And you knew your theory worked, the fridge counteracted his heat and he could not melt the webs.
When he was done webbing the thief, Spider-man turned to you and cocked his head in a weirdly familiar way, “Thank you, that was really brave..” He seemed confused but also satisfied and sort of… proud?
“Yeah- uh, no of course.” You replied nervously, noticing that he seemed to have made his voice lower since the last time he talked. You took in his muscles and felt a blush creep over your face.
“Listen, I kind of have to go, the cops are going to get here soon and I really don’t want to have to explain to my parents what happened, also I want to be able to hang out with my friends. They’d never let me leave the house again after this…” You gestured to the scene around you. The masked hero nodded.
“I get it… more than you know. Come here, I can help.” He motioned for you to come outside by the door with him. “Hold on tight.” He grabbed you around the waist once you were out and shot a web, lifting you into the air. It was exhilarating and you felt your hair whipping around your face. However, the joy ride was short. Spider-man brought you to the ground 3 buildings over from Delmar’s just as the first responders arrived on the scene. Miraculously he took you in the direction of your house.
“Now you don’t have to worry, get home safe. I don’t recommend any more stops tonight.” Spider-man said to you. There was a note of deep concern in his voice and again it felt familiar.
“Thank you,” You whispered breathless. Staring at a real hero, one whom you had just helped catch a villain was unreal. He didn’t answer, he merely raised a gloved hand and smoothed down your unruly hair. Then without warning he shot a web out to his right and swung out of view.
Something in your stomach was telling you that you knew the face underneath that mask, but you tucked away that nagging feeling and hauled-ass home.
Summary: After your memory loss, adjusting back to normal life has been difficult. Luckily, Jungkook is always there for you. Still, something seems off about him, and you just can’t understand why.
Word count: 2k words
“Oh yeah, I’m being discharged tomorrow,” you told Jungkook, who was pushing your wheelchair through the hospital. He insisted that you needed a change of scenery. “My parents are going to pick me up and drive me back to my apartment.”
“I-I guess it’s too early for the ‘meet the parents’ thing, right?” Jungkook stammered, uncharacteristically nervous. “Unless you want me to. Like, I don’t mind if–”
“Chill, Jungkook,” you laughed, cutting his off his rambling. “I think they’re more worried about my brain damage than any soulmate business.”
“The doctors said you’ll recover your memories though, right?” Jungkook asked, worry lining his words. “Your memory loss won’t be permanent or recurring?”
“They said my memories will come back slowly,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. “But most of the time, the memories will have to be triggered by something. They also told me I might have short-term memory issues for the next little while.”
“That seriously sucks,” Jungkook said. “If you need any help with anything, just let me know. I don’t really know how I’d be useful, but don’t hesitate.”
“We’re not in the same department,” you snorted, turning to peer up at your soulmate who was both familiar and foreign in this instant. “This is gonna make school so difficult. I’ve forgotten nearly three months worth of content!”
“Maybe take the semester off?” Jungkook suggested. “Amnesia is a pretty valid reason. Have you talked at all to the university?”
“No,” you groaned, sinking into the wheelchair. “I don’t want to think about responsibilities right now. Just marvelling in the fact I’m still alive and kicking.”
A silence fell between you and Jungkook as he pushed you through a more crowded area of the hospital. You noticed a few younger visitors visibly gape at Jungkook, then glare at you jealously as you rolled by.
You agreed with them–how was Jungkook so damn good-looking? You hit the soulmate jackpot, for sure. Still, even if he looked different, you didn’t doubt that you would like him just the same.
“You know, it’s pretty crazy,” you blurted out unthinkingly. “I’ve been talking to you my entire life, and I always thought meeting you would feel like meeting an old friend. But honestly, you’re a total mystery to me right now. Maybe it’s because of the memory loss, or maybe other people feel this way, too.”
“No, I know what you mean,” Jungkook responded quietly, trying to figure out how to express his thoughts properly. “It’s just…we have an idea of who our soulmate is in our heads. When they’re not exactly that person, it’s kind of confusing.”
“And I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff we still don’t know about each other,” you agreed. “Honestly, I tried to make myself seem a lot better than I am.”
“Yeah, me too,” Jungkook laughed, though it sounded a bit off. You brushed it off as embarrassment. “Didn’t want to disappoint you.”
You turned your head and looked up into Jungkook’s eyes. “You couldn’t have disappointed me Jungkook, really. I’m just happy to finally meet you,” you replied, giving him a small smile. “And it’s kinda paradoxical, isn’t it? Disliking your own soulmate. Weren’t we, like, made to like each other?”
“I guess,” Jungkook said, staring ahead unwaveringly. He pushed you down another hallway, which led to the cafeteria. You only knew because of the wafting smell of hearty food was growing stronger by the second. “But nothing’s ever that simple.”
“Don’t I know it,” you sighed, laughing a little in spite of yourself. You turned the corner into the bustling cafeteria, the noise of the crowds deafening compared to the near-silent, depressing halls of the hospital.
“Want to grab something to eat?” Jungkook asked, the heaviness of your conversation vanishing before you could even blink. “I was going to grab something for myself, too.”
“Sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you agreed. Out of habit, you reached down to pat your pockets for your wallet. “Oh shit, I don’t have any money on me. Don’t worry about it, then.”
“It’s cool, it’ll be my treat,” Jungkook said. When you turned to look at him, he was giving you a lopsided smile.
“Then, is this our first date?” you asked cheekily, delighting in the way Jungkook’s cheek burned. You never expected that a guy like Jungkook, with this terrible fuckboy persona, would be so easily flustered.
“If you want it to be, sure,” Jungkook answered, coughing into his hand awkwardly. You just laughed, and Jungkook pushed you forward wordlessly.
Life at home after getting discharged made staying in the hospital seem like an amusement park. After being sentenced to bedrest by your parents–and having Jieun enforce it with an iron fist–you spent your days bored out of your mind.
In only one week, you had binge-watched three shows, reread all of your course notes (and they didn’t help you remember anything), and read more manga that you had ever read before in your entire life.
You were positively itching to get outside and do something, but what bothered you the most was that you hadn’t talked to Jungkook since your “first date.” When you had gotten home, you jumped to charge your dead phone, which miraculously hadn’t been destroyed in the accident. But when the device finally charged, you soon realized that you had no way of contacting Jungkook.
For some reason, his phone number wasn’t saved in your contacts. Even though Jungkook had said you had met before, apparently you hadn’t exchanged numbers. That seemed very strange to you.
When you asked Jieun about it, she just shrugged the question off. She said your situation was a bit complicated, but that she’d have to leave it up to you and Jungkook. But Jieun did say that she would mention it to him when she saw him at school next.
Sighing, you reached for your phone beside you. It was still early in the morning. Time had lost all meaning to you, since you spent every moment of the day trapped in your apartment. A bit bitterly, you watched your friends’ Snapchat stories and longed to return to normal daily life.
Suddenly, your phone began buzzing. You dropped it in surprise, and it landed on your nose. The impact stung, and you cursed, reaching clumsily for the phone. You saw an unflattering picture of Jieun illuminate the screen. Eventually, you were able to answer.
“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, rubbing your hand against your sore nose.
“Y/N, I’m so fucking stupid!” Jieun practically screamed. Wincing, you held your phone away from your ear. “I know you shouldn’t be moving around, but I need you to come to the university right now. I’m working on a group project that’s due in two hours and a bunch of our files got corrupted. I have some stuff backed up on my laptop, which I left at home like an idiot!”
“Don’t worry, I can bring it to you,” you reassured quickly. “I won’t fall into traffic on the way there. It’s like a ten minute walk, so don’t worry.”
“Just don’t strain yourself, okay?” Jieun ordered, the panic still evident in her voice. “Don’t go to quickly and look both ways!”
“Hey, only I can make fun of myself,” you quipped, pulling yourself out from underneath the covers. “I’ll be over soon, I just need to get dressed.”
“Okay, see you soon. Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jieun said, and the both of you said your goodbyes before you disconnected the call.
You glanced down at your pyjama bottoms and at the thick cast over your right leg. Changing pants would be a battle for another day. Unsteadily, you stood up and balanced your weight on your unbroken leg. You reached for the crutches leaning against the wall beside you and tucked them underneath your arms.
As quickly as you could (which was not very quick), you had thrown on a clean shirt and a jacket. Your hair was a mess, so you shoved on a beanie to disguise the tangled frizz. With Jieun’s securely laptop in your backpack, you began the trek to school. Suddenly, the journey seemed incredibly long.
When you finally arrived on campus, you were panting lightly and sweating. You made your way into the music building, relatively unfamiliar with its layout. You detached yourself from one of your crutches and reached into your pocket for your phone. Quickly you sent Jieun a text letting you know you were here.
There were a few benches in the foyer, so once you hobbled over to them, you set your bag down lightly and placed your crutches against the benches. Flopping down, you discreetly tried to massage your sore armpits.
But you were glad to finally be out of the apartment. The fresh air made you feel infinitely better.
“Y/N?” a familiar voice called. Your head whipped around in the direction of the voice. Jungkook a few meters away from you, looking as dark and intimidating as ever. His wide-eyed expression kind of ruined the image though. “What are you doing here?”
“Jieun forgot her laptop at home,” you replied, pointing to the backpack at your feet, as Jungkook made his way toward you.
“Shouldn’t you be at home?” he questioned, stopping when he was standing in front of you. You craned your neck to at him properly. “Is it okay for you to be walking around so soon?”
“Please, don’t get started on that,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “My parents and Jieun are unbearable. I’ve been lying in bed doing nothing all week.”
“You know, that honestly sounds like heaven,” Jungkook joked. “I’m so swamped right now. I haven’t slept in days.”
You inspected Jungkook more closely. His eyes were ringed by purplish dark circles, but they were hardly noticeable. How unfair–he always looked good.
“Hey, why haven’t you talked to me all week?” you asked suddenly, narrowing your eyes at Jungkook suspiciously.
“I was meaning to call or text or something, but I don’t have your number,” Jungkook answered sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Didn’t know how to ask for it, since you haven’t been around campus lately.”
“Why’s that, though?” you continued, glancing down at your feet. “I mean–you said we met before. Why didn’t we keep in contact?”
“W-well, we did meet, but it wasn’t a proper conversation,” Jungkook explained stutteringly. “It wasn’t under the most normal circumstances, but–”
“Y/N!” Jieun’s loud voice suddenly interrupted. She burst into the foyer, looking absolutely frazzled. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and you were pretty sure there were coffee stains on her shirt. “Thank god!”
Your friend ran over to you and practically dove for your backpack. She grabbed her laptop and hugged it tightly against her chest.
“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I made you come all the way here,” Jieun cried, sounding frantic still. “Are you okay? Sore anywhere? Go home right away, okay? You need to rest. And please don’t tell your parents!”
“Oh my god, I’m fine Jieun,” you whined. “I think I can handle walking for, like, two minutes.”
“I just don’t want anything to happen!” Jieun insisted, stomping her foot childishly. “We’re speeding up the recovery process by being extra careful!”
You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Go work on your project and try not to fail.”
“I will,” Jieun replied. “I’ll bring dinner on my way home.” She turned, only spotting Jungkook for the first time. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned slightly. “Jungkook.”
“Jieun,” he replied, just as shortly.
You looked between the two of them, wondering why there was so much tension. It looked like they were having a silent conversation, and you hated not knowing what was going on. You had the suspicion they were hiding something from you–but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what, exactly.
Eventually, Jieun just nodded and strode away, leaving Jungkook with a tight expression. Visibly, you could see Jungkook try to shake away the tension, his jaw unclenching. When he turned back to you, his features were schooled.
“Give me your phone,” Jungkook said, reaching out his hand and smiling softly. “I’ll add my number.”
- Girl in Luv
Okay, so this one was a bit filler-y. Originally I had planned to make this one angsty too, but I figured you guys could use the respite. Also, it would have been like 4k words and it’s like 2:30AM and this girl needs to sleep. Anyway, stay tuned!! Thanks as always for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed. Your replies and reblogs/tags are so cute I read them all 💛💛💛💛
Goodbye, I’m jealous of the people who get to say that word. Because you never gave me the chance to say goodbye, you were gone, without an explanation. It reminds of myself when I was younger, I would play with all the magnificent toys around me but when it was clean up time I quickly left. You are the same, you used me as your little toy, yet when I needed your help you quickly ran to the next paradise you could find. It was stupid of myself to think we could’ve been paradise, I guess every paradise has its own storm but this storm decided to washed you away to another shore.
My own fault, sent the key to an ex-girlfriend, who am still good friends with. She called me up, thanked me for the card and asked what the key was for as I had asked her to call me when it arrived and to hold onto it for a few weeks. I said I didn’t want to tell her over the phone but could I come down an show her. She said I have to tell her first, so I said a chastity device. She asked if it was on, I said no I was waiting to confirm she had the key. She said I should have asked first and she was going to throw both keys away. I was glad that I hadn’t put it on but sad with her response. About a month later she called me up, said she still had the keys safe and asked if I still had the device and could she see it. I drove the 3 hours to her place and showed her the device. It’s a metal belt device with a anal ring and a solid cock sheath sticking out and down at the front and a cross at the end. She picked it up and turned it over a few times in her hands. She then said you are willing to wear this if I say I will be your, your keyholder as you described it? Yes I said. Let me get this straight, I don’t have to do anything apart from not giving you the keys back and that means you can’t get hard, cum or even touch yourself unless I say so? Yes I said again. Fine do you have the padlock with you? I showed it to her and she said lock it and hand it to me. I did and told me to wait. She then went to her room and 2 minutes later came back with the open padlock. Now you can see I have the keys so now I want to see this chastity device on you. I started to strip and she kept asking if I was sure about this and did she need to do anything. I kept assuring her it was fine and no she did not have to do a thing. Once naked she turned to me and said do I want to do anything before it goes away. My heart was racing and my mind went blank, I just said I need to get it on quick before I get to hard or change my mind. I put the belt around my waist and she passed the underside between my legs to me. Within a few seconds my cock was in the tube and my balls were through the hole just below. I could feel my cock start to harden as I put the left side over the tab for the padlock. I then pulled the right side over and slid it over the tab. While holding it she slipped the padlock through the hole, sat back and said are you sure you want this. Let me look this over. She then pulled, turned me around and bent me over and said so this is where you poop and you have to sit to pee, right? Yes. Ok I will ask you one last time if this is what you want? Yes this what I want, I said. Right, she said, stand in front of me, hands behind your back, last chance… before I could open my mouth she snapped the lock shut. Got you, she smiled, and I get to say when you get out as you forgot to ask. You see I have been reading up online about this and the best way is to get them locked before a time limit can be set, then it becomes the keyholder’s decision, you might regret this before long. She then grabbed my balls and said these are mine also and I expect then to get real full, and she gave them a firm squeeze. I let out a sharp breath. She let go and said get dressed we can go for a meal and a movie, your treat to me. Everything was fine until it was time for me to leave. Work the next day and a 3 hour drive home. As we kissed goodbye she placed her hand on the device, all mine she said, I like that idea. She then placed a sealed envelope in my pocket. Be sure to call me when you get back, but I know you will. The drive home was fine but I needed to go to the toilet as soon as I walked in. Then it sunk in, sitting to pee, every time. I cleaned myself up and called her to say I was home. She then showed how into this she was by saying stay on the phone as I bring myself off. An hour later she had finished and had told me to call her tomorrow. There I was in chastity, with a woman over 3 hours away with the only keys, but then I remembered there was a third key I had held back in an emergency. It was in ice in my freezer, so would defrost in about 2 hours and the I could masturbate myself to sleep. The time seemed to take for ever but I got the key. Time for release, I put the key in but it would not turn. I tried over and over again still it would not turn. I then remembered the envelope she had given me. I opened it and 2 keys were inside with a card saying, I am returning your keys and as you should have found out they don’t fit your padlock. I checked online and I found out that type is issued with 3 keys, so I purchased my own so I have all 3 to the one you are wearing. Let this be your first lesson, do not try me. I want to do this for you and you will follow my rules. The first rule is from now on no male underwear ever. You might have to buy pads to help with the leaks. Now call me and say thank you for being such a great keyholder. My face dropped, this is it, for real. All I can say is be careful what you wish for.
Prompt: You prank Colby and have a little war after. Frisky Frisk ;) ((hehehehehe idk))
Warnings: Swearing, frisky, kinda fluff?
A/N: Okay I was thinking maybe like a really smutty imagine but uh idk how you guys would feel about that??? Also leave me requests and stuff. And if you would like to be tagged in these just message me and I will :)))
Word Count: 1,332
“Pst. Pst.” You opened your eyes to hear weird sounds. You sat up and saw Sam in the door way. “Come here.” He whispered and you got up quietly so you wouldn’t wake Colby.
“What?” You whispered and shut the door softly. “Let’s do Colby’s makeup.” He said with mischief written all over his face. “Okay come on.” You laughed and he pulled out his camera and told it what you were doing.
You snuck back into the room and grabbed you makeup bag off of the floor, walking over to him quietly and pulling the blanket down. Luckily he slept on his back so you could do his entire face.
You pulled out my three eye shadow pallets and held them out for Sam. “Choose.” You instructed and he picked three colors. Blue, purple and black.
You did a smokey eye with black and purple then gave him winged eyeliner, which was really hard to do since his eyes kept twitching. “Lipstick?” You turned holding up colors to Sam, who put the camera onto your face.
“Yeah and some highlight.” He smirked and ypu nodded, dragging the black lipstick across his perfect lips. “Finished.” You said after you finished the highlight. “Damn he looks better than me.”
“Should we wake him?” He asked and you nodded before jumping on him and yelling pineapple. You dont know why you yelled pineapple, just came naturally.
“What? What the fuck?” He groaned and you rolled off of him. “Why do my lips feel so dry?” He looked at the camera and groaned, standing and walking to the bathroom. “Y/N.” He groaned and stared at his tired reflection.
“It was Sam’s idea.” You laughed and hugged his side as he ran his finger over his lips.
“At least I look hot.” He laughed and looked down at you. “Kiss me?” He puckered his lips.
“Ew no.” You shook you head and backed up.
“Come onnnnn kiss the Colby.” He kissed the air and grabbed your hips going in for a kiss but you turned my head and he kissed you cheek. “Just one?” “No I hate lipstick.” You shook your head. “Then why do you own it?” Sam asked behind the camera.
“Because I feel like it.” You laughed and turned back go Colby. “Come on.” He said and puckered his lips for you to kiss. You sighed and pecked his lips. They felt so dry from the matte lipstick.
“Ewwww.” You said and wiped your lips even though there wasnt any on your lips. “Edit the kiss out.” You turned to Sam and he laughed. “No can do.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes.
“Get out so I can shower and clean this off.” Colby said. “Y/N isn’t there special stuff to get this off?” “Yeah there’s the stuff in the drawer.” You pointed to it. “And also you dont need to shower to get it off.” Youlaughed at him.
“I know but I feel dirty from it.” You laughed and left him to do what he was doing. Sam said goodbye to the video then turned to you. “So are you and Colby dating?”
“I’m not sure. We haven’t really talked about it.” You shrugged. “I mean we kiss and act like we are but we haven’t made it official yet I guess.” "Ah. You’re the first girl I’ve seen Colby like this with. Its a crazy thing.” He laughed. “You have him wrapped around your pretty little finger.”
“I’m talented like that.” You smirked and dramatically flipped your hair. He rolled his eyes and turned to go to his room. “Goodnight Y/N.” you mumbled one back and went back into Colby’s room, laying in bed and waiting for Colby to return.
“Why did you guys do this to me.” He groaned and fell into bed beside you. “Because we love you.” you smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Awe you love me?” he turned and smirked at you.“Of course. You’re my best friend.” Yoi nodded and his smile fell slightly but went back after.
“Damn.” He smirked. “Totally friend zoned me.” “No I didnt. You’re already out of the friend zone.” “Yay.” He cheered and put his head on your stomach. “I’m going back to sleep. Leave my face alone this time.”
“No promises.” You smirked and put your hand in his hair, shortly falling asleep after.
“Whores!” You yelled as you ran away from them. “Stop running!” Sam chased you, Colby behind him.“No you’re gonna shoot me!”
“No I won’t I promise.” Sam dropped his gun. You stopped and narrowed your eyes. “Kick it over.” You instructed and he kicked it to me. You picked it up and pointed it at them, backing away slowly.
“I never said I wouldn’t shoot!” Colby yelled and shot the Nerf bullet at you. You screamed and shot him right in the forehead.
“Fuck off whore!” I ran through the gate and into the street. “You’re the whore!” He yelled back, shooting but it missed. “Only on days that end with Y.” You winked and shot him in the forehead again.
“Fuck! How do you keep hitting in the same place?” “I have fenominal aim.” You smirked and shot again, hitting him in the exact same spot.
“Thats it Y/L/N!” He ran up to you and pulled the gun from your hands, leaving you defenseless. He shot you with both and you screamed.“You’re gonna Die, Brock!” You yelled and he ran straight for the backyard, you following suit.
“You wouldn’t dare kill me so no I’m not gonna die.” he smirked and you rolled your eyes, grabbing his arm and throwing, well pushing him into the cold pool.
“Dammit Y/N!” He yelled once he resurfaced. “Dont stand by the pool, dumb ass.” You laughed and ran inside the house, locking the door behind you.
“Come on. Let me back in.” He pressed his face into the glass. You smirked at him with your hands on your waist. “No thanks. Its much more quiet in here.” You smiled and walked away and up the stairs.
Eventually Sam let him in sadly and he came straight to your room, dripping water all over your wooden floors. “you’re gonna pay for that.” “Oh is that so?” You rolled your eyes, not bothing to look up from your computer screen.
“Yep. Just wait Y/N, just wait.” He narrowed his eyes and backed out of the room slowly to add affect. "Idiot.” You said and a few moments later he returned into dry clothes.
He closed the door and slid into bed beside you, pulling you into him chest and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“You smell like pool.” You scrunched your nose and tried to pull away but his arms were stronger.
“Oh well.” He shrugged and placed a kiss on your neck, causing your entire body to tense. “Stop.” you said, able to keep your voice steady. He just continued to kiss your neck in different places.
“C-Colby.” you had warning in your voice. He wasn’t your boyfriend he shouldn’t be doing this. “Yes?” He asked as if he wasn’t doing anything and kissed your collar.
“Stop.” You pulled away but he pulled you back and flipped around so he was hovering above you.
“Are you sure?” He asked and put his lips extra close to yours, causing your heart to race.
This was the most sexual you guys have ever been so it had you by surprise. You looked up at him and he had a smirk on his lips.
He got closer and you went to kiss him but he pulled back.
“Eh I’m hungry.” He smirked and slid off of You, leaving you there in shock. You just wanted to kiss him but he had to be a tease.
“Fuck you.” You growled and crossed your arms.
“Ah fuck it I can’t punish you.” He sighed and turned quickly, pushing his lips onto yours roughly and pressing you into the bed.
Title: My Favorite Person
Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader
Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen
Requested: by the lovely @rinzix
Summary: College!Friends with benefits | You’re thankful to have a friend like Connor, for more reasons than one, but you’re fun may soon be coming to an end, and Connor isn’t feeling like himself
Warnings: mentions of sex | Connor has a potty mouth | mentions of mental health relapses and recovery | brief allusions to domestic violence | first person reader
A/N: This was such a wonderful, fun prompt and it reeaallly got away from me, so I apologize in advance. Essentially, the summary is I will probably never let Connor Murphy be happy. As always, it’s really rushed and I didn’t proof read. Enjoy?
It never starts the way I expect it to.
Don’t get me wrong–I’m not complaining. It just doesn’t work out the way it does in the movies, ya know? I’ve never gotten a text at eleven pm asking me to sneak across the campus to his conviently empty dorm room, never received anything remotely similar to a booty call. It started on accident, like everything else Connor Murphy does. He doesn’t understand the sort of pull he has on people.
Connor Murphy was an absolute octopus, first off. I woke up early–much earlier than he ever would–underneath a pile of pale, lithe limbs that seemed to tangle around me in a number of places. I was sticky–definitely sweaty from sleeping too close to Connor, who apparently fell asleep on top of me like some kind of animal, but I also felt an uncomfortable squish between my thighs that reminded me of the drastic turn of events that happened last night.
To be perfectly clear, this wasn’t the first time we had done this. The first time had been planned–an accidental mishap that had spiraled out of control, beginning with texts (“Hey, would you mind to model for a piece I’m working on? I can’t find any decent reference poses online.”) and ended with some not so appropriate banter (“Are we sexting? Is this sexting? I mean I’m horny but like it’s gotta be smoother than this, right? Shit, do you have nudes??) that had snowballed into an agreement: we could fool around, platonically, because being in college and being ridiculously horny all the time and balancing a decent relationship was one thing too many.
Still, our first few times had been planned: I’d come over for pizza when Connor’s roommate was out, we’d play video games and watch a movie, and, at some point, Connor would lean over with little to no warning and kiss me much too roughly, taking me off guard–it usually either dissolved into a fit of giggles or ended up with me on my back staring up at the smooth column of his throat, watching his pale adams apple dip briefly as he groaned into my hair.
The sun was up, shining obnoxiously through Connor’s too thin quilted curtains, filtering across our tangled bodies. My shirt was still on, thankfully–I had no idea when his roommate would be back–but Connor was entirely nude (save for a pair of tie-dye tube socks, I can’t believe I slept with him while he was wearing that), sprawled on top of me, all pale skin and angles. From here, I could see the knobs of his spine pressing against the thin, pale skin of his back where my hand rested. One of his hands was fisted tightly in the fabric of my shirt, just over my stomach, and the other was dangling off the edge of the bed, his thin wrist almost comically looking as if it would snap.
The smell of him was overwhelming, of course, it always was. I could still taste him if I ran my tongue across the backs of my teeth. I’d need a long shower to scrub away the smell if I wanted to think coherently today–Connor was definitely my favorite person, the only real friend I’d made at school so far, but the very smell of him was going to make my brain short circuit.
We needed to have a discussion, needed to stop doing this every time we hang out. A limit. I sighed, remembering. We were going to have to have a talk anyway.
Reaching up gingerly, I ran my fingers against the knots on his back, tracing the triangles of his scapula and cupping the back of neck to run my fingers through the curls. His hair needed washed, badly, but I didn’t mind, just continued to soothe, feeling him sigh in his sleep against my neck. I grinned, feeling his nose press more firmly against the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
“Why are you awake?” He slurred, lips wet where they brushed my skin. His limbs went taunt, stretching before rolling over off of me, his arms slinging against his eyes.
“Ugh, can you cover up?” I groaned, sitting up and pulling a blanket to pool in my lap, trying to look anywhere but Connor. “It’s daylight now, it’s too vivid.”
He just chuckled, running his hands to scrub at his face in an attempt to wake up, pushing tangled curls out of his eyes, grinning at me. “Sorry, geez. Didn’t hear you complaining last night.” Nonetheless, he yanked the blanket over his lap, rolling over to look at me with a smirk.
“How’d you sleep?” He asked, tapping my forehead with his thumb, before leaning over to kiss me there. He didn’t move away, just hovered over me on an elbow, and surrounded by his scent left me vaguely dizzy. I’d miss it when I left here, I knew.
I scrunched my nose, letting him know that the affection was unnecessary, but he kept leaning over, pressing another kiss to my temple.
“I don’t remember,” I sighed honestly. “You kinda kept me up till two am.”
“What time is it now?”
“Christ, sorry,” he laughed, sitting up immediately and pushing his hair back. “Guess I tired you out, huh?”
“Don’t get cocky. We were talking until twelve thirty, you only last half an hour, bucko,” I said, crawling quickly out of the bed and tugging on my panties.
“Ouch! Didn’t hear you complaining,” he chuckled, pulling his hair back into a ponytail holder. He was planning to let me shower first, then.
“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, and I could tell that was the end of the discussion. We had a habit of skirting the topic during the daylight hours–if we talked about it, then we thought about it, and if we thought about it, then–well, you get the picture. “I’m gonna shower.”
By the time I’m out, my hair combed in wet strands sticking to the back of my neck and dressed in a clear pair of panties and one of Connor’s bigger shirts, Connor is sprawled on the bed, fully dressed, staring at a worn copy of T.S. Eliot poems, the green cloth binding fraying between his lithe fingers. The steam from the shower followed me in the room, making it look like a hazy 1970s Polaroid, accompanied by the warm light trying desperately to filter into the room through Connor’s quilted curtains.
He’s brushed his hair, I noticed, and there’s a lingering scent of cologne in an attempt to mask the smell of him–of us, if I’m being entirely honest–without showering. I nearly snorted aloud when I saw what he was wearing.
“That’s my shirt, you know,” I choked out between laughter, unable to believe that Connor fucking Murphy is wearing my tie dye crop top with a pair of ratty grey sweatpants. It was big on him, with a little pink embroidered heart stitched messily over the chest. The sweatpants rode high on his square hips, so all I could see was the slope of his ribs into the flat plain of his stomach, his belly button barely peaking out over the elastic waistband of his boxers, which rode a little higher than the sweats.
He looked up from the book, grinning lethargically, letting me know he was still barely awake. I probably should’ve let him sleep longer, but I needed to leave soon, and I wanted to tell him goodbye.
“I know,” he sighed lazily. “You left it here last time. It’s really soft.”
I bit back my smile, crossing the room to sit beside him. “Fair enough,” I conceded, tucking back a piece of hair that was beginning to slip from his ponytail.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he pointed out, pouting his bottom lip.
“I forgot to bring a clean one,” I lied.
“You know you have extras here,” he said, suddenly frowning and returning to his book. I paused, unsure what had caused the sudden mood shift, and wanted to be careful moving forward in the conversation. “I mean, you can always borrow mine, I don’t care or anything–”
“You don’t want anyone to see me wearing it, I get it, I’ll switch back before I leave,” I said reassuringly, scooting away half an inch to give him space. It was easy to overload Connor–it wasn’t his fault, I really did understand. Sometimes social interaction was too much, especially when I’d spent almost twenty four hours with him, and we’d been so intimate.
“Fuck, I don’t care about that,” he hissed, flipping the pages of his book much too rapidly to be actually reading them. “Do you care about that?”
The second statement was shorter, softer, almost as if he didn’t want me to hear. It made me nervous–Connor had been doing better, a lot better. Throwing himself into school, into art, made him better. He wasn’t recovered–it was hard to tell if he ever would be, and I’d only ever seen a few of his episodes, but any form of relapse that I couldn’t help him control was unwanted.
“Of course I don’t care, Con,” I said softly, reaching up to soothe his hair softly, feeling him stiffen and relax beneath my fingertips. “Jeez, we’re in college. I couldn’t care less what people think.”
He nodded, eyes creased before closing, his lips pressed together in a frown. “Right, right, you’re right, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I muttered, feeling nervous. He certainly wasn’t in any mood to hear my news. Something was on his mind. “You good?”
“Huh? Yeah! Great, don’t sweat it!” He some how managed to morph his deer in the headlights expression into one of enthusiasm. It was more than concerning, and I hadn’t noticed when he’d developed the ability to swallow back his feelings. I didn’t know why he felt like he needed to. “What’s the plan for today, kiddo? There’s a Clark Gable marathon on TCM tonight, I know you like that black and white crap.”
Shit. I swallowed thickly, realizing I needed to tell him, and now. I was hoping it would wait until at least after we had food in us, or at least until Connor was awake enough to reign in his emotions and think with a level head.
“When’s your roommate getting back?” I asked instead, scratching at the back of my neck and not meeting his gaze. I felt him squint angrily at me, aware of my avoidance. “Don’t want him to walk in on anything unseemly,” I laughed.
Connor was still watching me, I felt it, with a pinched, calculated expression. “We don’t have to fool around tonight,” he said softly. “We can just hang.”
His voice was that soft, melancholy tone again that made my heart constrict. He wasn’t feeling good, I realized. He clearly thought that I was upset with him–I wasn’t, but I realized with a jolt that my news certainly wasn’t going to help his sudden self conscious streak.
I shifted on the bed again, feeling his eyes on me as I delayed, and I could practically see his inner turmoil. I should stay here with him. He wasn’t doing well. But, I’d promised….
“Um,” I mumbled, pushing back my wet hair with my hand. “About that. I, uh, have plans for tonight.”
His eyebrows took a quick hike into his hairline, his slate eyes wide, before he horrified me by neutralizing his expression again before I could read him properly–he gave me a small smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Oh,” he said hoarsely. “That’s chill. You could’ve just told me that.”
I smiled gratefully back at him, reaching out to rest my hand on his knee. “You’re sure?” I asked softly, tracing a pattern out on the grey cotton knee of the sweatpants. He swatted my hand away, and I felt a sudden dip in my stomach. He was upset.
“Yes, geez,” he grumbled. “I am perfectly capable to spend a day without you, you know. I probably need to check in with my folks, anyway.”
“You’re sure?” I asked again, leaning back, a bit more skeptical. Connor saying he wanted to check in with his parents was the boldest lie I’d heard in a long time.
“Yes, Christ, shut it,” he hissed, flopping onto his back, the crop top riding comically up on his stomach, and, without thinking, I leaned forward quickly to press a wet kiss to the cluster of freckles on his ribcage, earning a loud swear from Connor, followed by a slew of giggles, his thin hands pushing at my hair to pull me away from his ticklish sides.
“Stop it! Stop! Christ–st–” he sat up abruptly and tangled his hands into my hair, yanking me down against him, his bare chest trapped between us, soft against my palms.
What had started as a gentle joke, just a silly peck, escalated as it tended to. It was slow–Connor’s laughter dying quickly in his chest, his breath hitching in the back of his throat instead. I opened my eyes to glance down at him, his eyes closed, his eyelashes flickering against his cheeks. I pulled back, just for a moment, amazed to find his lips parted, head tilted back, obvious that he expected me to move my lips to neck. I just chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the cleft of his chin.
“Not this morning, Con,” I whispered, kissing behind his ear.
“Just kissing,” he whispered, letting out a shuddering breath into my hair. Eyes still closed, his hands tightened in my shirt in an attempt to keep me against him.
“You know it won’t stop there,” I laughed. He pouted beneath me.
“But–I’m not wearing a bra. I’m all ready to fool around!” Connor snorted, hands digging harshly into my sides as he laughed.
I smothered my laugh against his jugular, fighting to control my breathing, before pushing myself up against Connor’s chest.
“Not now,” I sighed sadly, giving him a closed mouth kiss against his lips, watching his eyes fade as he chased me for another kiss.
“Okay,” he sighed. “Sorry, my fault.” Throwing a hand over his eyes, he groaned, tangling his fingers in his pretty, pulled back hair.
“Don’t be sorry,” I mumbled.
“Later,” he smiled against his fist, slate eyes staring up at the ceiling with amusement. “Later. Christ, no one told me my libido would get a second wind after fourteen.”
“You’ve always got your hand,” I reminded with a chuckle, rising from the bed to stretch. Distance, I needed distance to think. He wrinkled his nose in disdain.
“Yeah, no thanks, not the same.”
There was a beat of silence, where I caught Connor watching me from the bed, before turning away with a pinched expression. It triggered an oddly sick feeling in my stomach–I shouldn’t feel guilty. I shouldn’t. This was just fun, Connor was just my friend, nothing more.
“So, uh,” he coughed. “What was your plan for tonight?”
I stiffened, turning around to sit on the edge of the bed with my back to him, beginning to braid my hair. The bed dipped suddenly, and Connor’s leg was flush with mine, the other folded behind my back, and Connor’s fingers wove into my wet hair, beginning to plait it silently.
“I have a date.”
His hands stilled, just briefly, and I felt myself relax when his fingers began again. He hadn’t taken a single breath.
“Who with?” Cold. Uninterested. I growled low in my throat.
“Not sure. Some guy my mom set me up with–they’re pissed I don’t have a boyfriend, you know,” I reminded, and Connor just grunted in affirmation.
“You have no idea who he is?” Connor groaned in disgust.
I shrugged. “He goes to school here–I think his name is Jared? He’s a business major. My mom is very impressed.”
Now, Connor really paused, his fingers abandoning the braid to snap his hands down into his lap.
“You know him?” I asked.
“Jared Kleinman?” Connor hissed, not looking at me.
“I think?” I said skeptically, unsure what about this kid had Connor in such a state.
“He’s an ass,” Connor growled. “An absolute asshole, bully, short-stack, scum bag, and you can’t go out with him. You can’t go out with that jerk off, trust me, okay? As your friend, I forbid you.”
I’d been taking everything Connor said seriously up to that point–it took a lot to make Connor that verbose, let alone that enraged–he’d been working on getting better, he really had–but his final statement made my eyes snap open, throwing my body off the bed.
“You forbid me?” I hissed, spinning with a wicked laugh. “I’m not your girlfriend, Connor. You can’t stop me from doing shit, okay?”
His eyes widened–in shock or shame, I wasn’t sure–sliding back up onto the bed. “I didn’t mean, fuck, I’m just trying to look out for you, okay? He’s bad news. He was–fuck, he was such an ass in highschool, okay?”
“And people can’t change, right?” I laughed crudely, watching the muscle twitch in his jaw. I’d pressed a button. Good. His eyebrows furrowed down over his glare, and I saw his hands clench and unclench in his lap. He’d caught my eyes flickering to them, and immediately looked helpless, wiping them on his jeans.
“I’m not having a fit,” he promised. “I’m not gonna hit you, I fucking swear to–”
“I know,” I lied, softening my posture and looking away from him. “I know, Con. You’re not gonna hurt me again.”
Truth be told, he might. Relapse was easy–I knew, I’d seen it in teaspoon sized doses, whether be him throwing me against the door with too much force or be it a fist coming to connect on the wall behind my head after I gave a particular nasty comment. Connor had never hit me, not hard, but he almost had, and he’d said a few nasty things, broken some things of mine.
We were friends because I trusted him, because I didn’t want to leave him just because this felt hard. But I wouldn’t let Connor talk to me like that again, I’d promised myself. It meant a time out–no sex, no talking, not until he could calmly apologize and talk through what he was feeling.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, scrubbing his hands over his eyes–he’d forgotten to paint his nails this week, I noticed, but his wrist had flowering patches of indigo and lavender peppered along his arm like blooming bruises–they were just left over from his last art class Friday. He really needed a shower, I realized.
“Don’t be sorry,” I said again, leaning against the bathroom’s doorjamb in lieu of joining him on the bed. If I sat on the bed, I’d want to touch him, and as much as he deserved reassurance, he didn’t need the positive reinforcement. He had to learn I was a finite fixture. “That Jared kid–he said something to you, right? In school. You didn’t like each other.”
Connor laughed mirthlessly, filling my stomach with lead. “Yeah, you could say that. He’s one of those weasely kids, ya know? With just shitty underhanded comments they get out of Mad magazine. Gets under your skin.”
It was too easy to picture, embarrassingly so, I thought, watching Connor now with his eyes downcast and his mouth pursed, I could still see him, just a year ago, and some punk kid whose comment landed on its mark. He probably sent Connor into fits.
I tried too hard not to picture Connor those nights, crying disgustingly in the shower, banging his head too hard against the tile, replaying over and over in his head what that little shit had said to him.
I didn’t want to go out with him. I hadn’t wanted to to begin with. But, I had to. I’d promised.
“I’m really sorry, Con,” I sighed softly, thunking my head against the doorjamb in punishment. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“Don’t be,” he laughed bitterly again. “’S over now.” He held his arms open, silently asking me to come back down to him, just to make up. “Just because you’re sucking his cock now–”
He froze, eyes bugging out of his head, staring at something on the ceiling I couldn’t make out from here. My stomach churned uneasily, and the tips of my ears got uncomfortably warm. Connor sat up slowly, bracing himself on his arms, staring at the wall with a horrified expression. He was vaguely green around the collar of my shirt.
“You wanna stop. That’s why you told me. You wanna stop.”
I swallowed thickly. “Con–”
“Christ, kid! What happened to relationships and sex and school are too much? We said–”
“It’s out of my hands!” I gasped, Connor’s glare finally snapping to mine, melting me into the floor. “I don’t want to go out with him–you know my mom expects me to–”
“Fuck, I know, you’re parents want you to be a fucking baby factory with a rich husband, I know, okay?” He groaned, shoving his hands into his hair and dislodging the ponytail holder, his dark hair cascading around his shoulders, his whole expression pinched.
I flinched, shutting my eyes, wishing desperately to be somewhere else. He didn’t mean it, he was angry–it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
“It’s just to appease my mom,” I sighed quietly, disgusted to realize how wet and broken my voice sounded. “Just to say I have a boyfriend, to keep her out of my hair. Otherwise she’d be down here every week, and I’d never be able to see you–”
“What if I pretended to be your boyfriend?” He said suddenly, making my gaze snap to his, despite my discomfort. He was staring seriously at me, and I felt sick to realize he was sincere.
“Trust me, Con, you don’t wanna do that.”
To subject him to that kind of scrutiny would be unfair. Connor was my favorite person in the world right now, and, despite coming from a good family, my mother would be less than thrilled to hear I was involved with an art major with a juvenile record.
He snorted. “I know I’m no Jared–”
“Don’t,” I glared. “Don’t. I’m sorry, but yeah, we can’t have sex for awhile, okay?”
“Fuck,” he hissed.
I felt sick–like crying. “I’m sorry if that ruins our friendship for you. I thought you might be able to tolerate spending time with me when I’m not getting you off.”
Connor’s horrified expression let me know he hadn’t actually thought of that, but it didn’t mean he hadn’t known.
“Hey,” he said softly, rolling off the bed to stand, his hands out stretched as if he was scared to spook me. “Hey, that’s not–hey, don’t cry.”
“No,” he growled, coming forward to wrap his arms around me, still wearing that stupid crop top, pressing his face into my neck. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he murmured, his lips brushing my jaw. “You come first, you always come first. I’d rather have you than sex, you know that, right?”
His fingers scraped under my shirt to press against my skin, pulling me tighter to him, his fingertips tripping with friction.
“I know,” I sighed, going limp against him and wrapping my arms around his neck–it felt nice just to be close. “I’m sorry.”
He pulled back, reaching up to cup my face, his fingertips burning where they thumbed my cheeks, wiping away the stray tears. He stared down at me so intently, and I realized he was still scared.
“Before your lame ass date, you wanna get some take out?” He asked with a crooked grin, leaning in to kiss my forehead quickly.
“Fine, but you have to change,” I giggled, pulling away despite his protests to grab my purse from his desk.
“I refuse to change–this color looks too good on me.”
“I can’t believe you’re gonna wear one of my shirts on your date with that wank,” Connor groaned, watching me button up one of his shirts over my chest, shaking his head. “He’s gonna try to cop a feel–it’s like he’s grabbing my boob, kid. That’s the worst violation of all.”
I rolled my eyes, brushing my hair back from my forehead. “First off, they’re still my boobs, but I promise I’ll bring the shirt back in mint condition. I doubt I’ll be kissing him tonight.”
Connor grinned around a mouthful of rice–he was cute like that, I realized, cheeks full and eyes crinkled with a smile. His mood had flipped swiftly, thank goodness, despite the fact it had started to pour outside, the sky pitch black despite the fact it was still early in the afternoon.
“Maybe he’ll buy you something nice,” Connor grinned. “I’m sure he’s loaded. If he brings a friend, make sure you hit on him.”
I snorted, but pulled on my slightly dirty skinny jeans anyway. “If he brings his friend on a date, I’m walking out and taking you home for thanksgiving.”
Connor grinned again. “God, that’d be rich.”
Thunder pounded through the room, making Connor’s hair products shake on his desk, causing me to jump back onto the bed to be near Connor.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” he teased softly, glancing out the window to see the downpour. “Christ, maybe you should stay in tonight. Last thing you need is to be trapped in some shitty French restaurant with mademoiselle rat face.”
“You’re hilarious,” I said bitterly, watching the leaves paste themselves to the window pane. “But, maybe I should reschedule. That’s not a shitty thing to do, right? It looks awful out there.”
“Nah,” Connor said around another mouthful. “Plus, if you do, we can have one last hoorah–okay, you’re right, sorry.”
I just grinned, hitting him lightly upside the head. “You can finish up in the shower, pretty boy.”
He frowned. “Fine.”
I pursed my lips, glaring out into the storm again. “I should call Jared ask him to reschedule,” I sighed again, feeling only vaguely guilty. I mean, what were the odds Jared even wanted to go on this date? Our parents set us up, for goodness’ sake.
I wondered briefly if Connor had worn this shirt in highschool, if Jared would recognize it.
“I highly recommend standing him up,” Connor said chipperly. “Allow me to hand you your phone–”
Connor froze, still half stretched across the bed, staring at my phone on the nightstand.
“Oh my God.”
“What?” I asked, concerned. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh my God,” Connor said again, this time dissolving into a fit of giggles, yanking my phone off the charger and throwing it on the bed. “I can’t believe this!”
“Connor, if you don’t tell me–”
“He stood you up!”
“What?” I screeched, fumbling for my phone, surprised to see a few missed texts on my home screen.
Srry 4 the short notice, do you think we coukd meet some other time? Don’t wanna get caught in the strom
“He can’t even spell,” I muttered in disgust, throwing my phone onto Connor’s bare stomach that shook with laughter.
“This is hilarious, oh my God. It’s so sad, you look so cute and everything! You were gonna put on mascara for that asshole!”
“I’m gonna dump this soy sauce on your shirt, Murphy.”
“Sorry, sorry, geez!”
He put down his plastic fork, reaching across the mattress to stroke his hand across my bare arm. For a minute, I thought he might ask me how I felt, but instead just asked, “Are you up for a round of Battlefront?”
I grinned, beginning to undo pearline buttons of Connor’s nice navy shirt. “I’m gonna kick your ass.”
He grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners and his lips cracking with the force of his smile. “I look forward to it.”
“Hey guys! Today I’m here with
the whole gang except for Mikey! So you have Caspar, Josh, Oli, Jack, Conor,
Y/N and me! And today we’re going to do the ‘encore singing challenge part 2!”,
Joe belted out.
“But Joe wait”, Jack asked in
a way that everyone knew it was staged, “we are with 7 and we only have one
microphone!”. “Well Jack, that is right. So since we have our music expert, Conor,
here, he will be the judge. And us 6 will divide in 3 teams of 2. Let’s say I’m
in a team with Jack, then I will take the first 3 rounds on me and Jack will do
the other 3. Everyone understands? Yeah? alright, I suggest everyone puts their
name in the hat”.
Everyone had put their name
in. you were really hoping for Jack for two reasons. One: Jack knew the lyrics
to pretty much every song and second: you just wanted to beat your boyfriend
They let you pick first, since
you were the only girl. And your wish got granted as the paper read “Jack”. He as
well seemed happy as he immediately hugged you.
The other teams were Joe and
Oli and Caspar and Josh. You felt pretty confident as you knew that neither Caspar
or Josh knew any lyrics. The only problem would be Joe.
“Okay the first round is Joe
against Caspar and …”, Conor paused for a dramatic effect,” Y/N!”. You groaned.
As we all went to sit down on
Joe’s bed, Oli said:” Maybe we should put the mic on the chair so everyone can
be shot and it’s fairer”. So that’s what you did and then the game began.
“First word is SPAGHETTI”,
Conor shouted the last bit.
The other two were thinking
while you immediately grabbed the mic. “His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms
are heavy. There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti”.
A course of grunts went
through Capsar and Joe. “Okay, so that’s one for team Y/N and Jack! The next word
This time it took a bit longer
to come up with an answer. Suddenly Joe threw himself at the mic and started
singing: “I feel stupid and contagious. Here we are now, entertain us. A
mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido”. “Oh wow you are really going for it”,
you laughed. “Watch out or you’ll end up in the hospital”, Jack added.
“So it’s one for Joe and Olie,
one for Y/N and jack and zero for Caspar and Josh! The last one for you guys is
… FOOL!”, Conor said.
This time you and Caspar both
went for it, but you beat him. “I’m only a fool for you, and maybe
you’re too good for me, I’m only a fool for you. But I don’t fucking
care, at all”.
“What? What song is that?”,
Joe asked you. “Are you kidding me?! How do you not know that one?! It’s Idfc by
blackbear”, you said a bit annoyed. No one seemed to know that song and it
annoys you because it’s your favorite one.
The next 3 rounds ended and
the score was zero for Caspar and Josh, three for Joe and Oli and three for
Jack and you.
“Since we have a tie, we need
a tiebreaker. So everyone sit down. The first one from one of the teams to
answer, wins.”, Conor said. “You’re your word is … MESS”.
Wait, that was Joe and your
song! That was the song that was playing when you first kissed. Obviously, Joe
knew it too, so it was just a race to see who was first.
You were almost there, when
suddenly you fell and hit your leg on the chair. You felt a sharp pain and saw
the blood almost streaming out of your leg.
“Oh shit Y/N! Are you alright?”,
Joe asked. “Uhm, I don’t really know to be honest”. The boys came rushing to
your side. Caspar took a closer look and said: “We better get you to the
hospital. I think you’re gonna need stitches”.
Joe looked really worried so
you tried to assure him that everything was fine. “I’m alright Joe. It’s just a
bit blood”. Suddenly your boyfriend stood up. “Okay guys, I’m gonna take her to
the hospital. Could you please clean up the room?”, he asked. All the other
boys nodded and said their goodbyes.
You started to walk out of the
apartment, but soon two strong arms picked you up bridal style. “Joe!”, you giggled,
“I can still walk you know”.
“Shut up. It’s my fault you’re
hurt, so I’ll do anything to make it better”. He was being so sweet. You grabbed
his chin and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you Joe”. “I love you too
When you both got in the car,
he was never not touching you. And when you went in the hospital, his arm never
left your waist.
Turns out Oli and Caspar were
both right. It might not have been Joe who had to go to the hospital, but you
and you did get stitches.
On the way back home, you
heard Joe hum a song. It was Shawn Mendes’ Stitches. You smacked his arm.
“Hey! What was that for?”, he
yelped astonished. “Stop singing that song, you idiot!“
gathered what was left of his belongings from his home that had been
burned down during the battle for his small town. There was not much
left but he was happy to find a few of his books were still in good
order or were salvageable. The Humans had offered his father a
temporary robotic arm that he refused probably still bitter about
being defeated. In fact Creten was sad to be leaving at all, for the
last few days he had been welcomed by them and they had answered his
mountain of questions and seemed pleased to meet someone who was
interested in their culture. He and the rest of the now refugees as
the Humans called them were being sent to Geeda with the others, they
were told that it was being used as a holding area for those caught
up in this war.
through the burned wreckage he found what he was sent to find, a
picture of his mother, he snatched it and ran out to the street.
I found it!”
good” he said taking and looking at it with a smile on his face, he
ran his finger over her features as if he was scared he might forget
them. He knew that she had gone west towards the capital and that was
likely where the Humans were going next. He hoped like they had done
here they would not kill anyone they did not have to.
guys ready?” asked one of the Humans that was helping them into the
let us go”
helped his father to his feet and the Human picked up the bags and
followed them to one of the rear trucks. Just as his father got on
Creten turned to the Human.
I really not stay here? I want to stay and see everything”
looked down at him smiling and handed him one of the bags.
are brave little one and you have a good head on your shoulders, but
the front is no place for you. Your strength lies inside your mind
and your people will need you once this war is over”
I at least…” Creten looked at Hopkins pocket smiling and he
pulled out a few sweets.
those are my last ones”
lifted him into the truck and he sat by his father.
care all of you, there are clean beds and hot meals waiting for you
about those who defended it?” asked Creten’s father and Hopkins
turned to him.
can’t say for anyone specific but there are many survivors” Hopkins
banged the side of the truck and it began to pull away with Creten
waving goodbye to the Humans they passed.
rode for hours with the tracks of the truck kicking up dust and dirt
behind them making the small town they had called home fade from view
as if being erased.
past them heading the opposite way were Gal and Human infantry
running on foot and vehicles carrying other supplies and to Creten’s
joy a Bastion. Behind him a flap that separated the drivers from the
occupants opened and a Human handed them some protein bars saying the
journey will be longer than expected.
reason was traffic, there were a lot of vehicles trying to get in
Greeda through only a small number of gates, and not all were Human
the weeks since Greeda fell it became the place for refugees to go
and be housed by the Humans who felt it their duty to help those
caught up in the war. One thing they did not stop and even in fact
they encouraged was the travelling of Benemar merchants. They would
come and trade their goods with the refugees and Humans alike who
paid them well. Soon other merchants were making their way into Human
controlled territory to trade their goods.
was nearly midnight when they arrived at one of Geeda’s recently
repaired gates and they were stopped once more by Human guards that
came and inspected the truck. Many feared this was the moment the
Human would show their true colours and kill them but all the guards
did was ask them their names and hand them ID bracelets.
passed through the gate and into the city which was rather quiet as
it was close to the middle of the night now and everyone had retired
to bed, the truck suddenly stopped and they were asked to disembark.
was a waiting waiting of them and once they had all exited the truck
it left them in the middle of the street with this guard holding a
clipboard watching them.
everyone my name is Lieutenant Rosev and I am the one in charge of
this section of the city. This building behind me is your new home”
he indicated the large housing block that could hold hundreds of
families, small townsmen like them could only dream of living in one
have all been checked and stocked with beds and basic living needs,
the water is a bit dodgy but we are working on fixing it. Tomorrow
food will be distributed from a centre down the road. So yeah, find a
bed and fall in I guess, goodnight” he saluted then and walked off.
all looked around a bit dumbfounded, these were supposed to be luxury
apartments for only the highly rich or privileged Benemar and they
were being given to them freely and without questions.
don’t know about you lot but I have no intention of freezing out here
on the street” Creten’s father Malthos said heading inside. He had
become the town elder since the last was killed during the battle and
the town survivors looked to him for guidance. They slowly followed
next morning Creten ran to the window having been woken by the sound
of low flying aircraft, there were hundreds of fighters and bombers
heading west and flying low. He watched excited and memorizing their
strange shape and holding his ears at the loud booming sound they
made when they passed overhead. His father was none to happy at being
woken so abruptly and simply shouted at his son to go to this
distribution centre the Humans had told them about to get food.
did not need telling twice as he already had his boots on when his
father called for him.
streets were packed, you would have been forgiven for believing that
the city never came under attack nor was under Human occupation. The
streets were filled with Benemar, both survivors of the when the city
fell and refugees from other such towns like his. Children played in
the streets, merchants had set up stalls and adults chatted. He
headed in the direction the Human had told them the centre was and on
the way he passed a building that was once a gathering hall but had
been turned into a walk in hospital by the Humans. He looked inside
and saw Human doctors treating sick Benemar offering such services
freely. Such services on Bento were hard to come by sometimes and
even if one could find a healer the price of such treatment was
extortionate. But the Humans asked for nothing and gave without
question. They were not unobserved though, looking up he saw Gal, not
a large number maybe half a dozen looking down and moving along the
buildings slowly, there were a few Humans sitting on perches but they
seemed more interested in chatting with each other than keeping an
eye on them. He went on his way and found the food centre, naturally
there was a long line as it was the morning and people were waiting
for their morning meals. He hated waiting, he wanted to explore and
talk to the Human soldiers who he saw every so often wandering around
unarmed but completely at ease.
he heard someone call his name and looked around but could not see
where it was coming from. “Creten!” he heard again louder and
closer and he was suddenly seized from behind and spun to face this
he shouted leaping into the arms of his big sister “You’re alive!”
are you doing here?” she asked.
town fell, the Humans sent us here”
face fell “Why didn’t you leave and go to the capital?”
did, father and me along with a number of others stayed and fought”
fought the Humans?” Selan said shocked at the thought of her baby
brother even lifting a rifle let alone firing it.
lost as you can see but they did not mistreat us, most of the those
who stayed survived”
Selan said quickly.
is at home, or the home we have been given”
let out a breathe of relief.
is Jeqan and Kop?” Creten asked.
face dropped and she shook her head “They died fighting to the last
and with honour”
grew angry, he hated that word honour for in his mind it was
worthless and so many died for it. “They shouldn’t have died at all
and we shouldn’t be fighting either”
glared at him “They are the enemy” she hissed.
they? They have been nothing but kind to me and father once they saw
we were not warriors, like now I am in line to get food which they
say they do not charge for”
many long hours did we spend in the salt fields scratching at the
dirt in the hopes we might eat something or find enough to sell?”
was a bit taken back by this, Creten was usually so submissive and
easily spoken down to but now he stood tall. He had a new confidence
that she had not seen before.
he arrived at the desk where a Human female greeted him.
please” she asked holding out her hand and Creten put his arm up
with his ID bracelet on and it was scanned.
see you have your father is in the city with you” she said reading
a screen “Do you want to collect for him as well?”
meal or the entire day?”
whole day please”
disappeared behind a curtain for a few minutes and Creten turned back
to his sister who had said nothing.
you tried their food?” he asked.
looked at him out the corner of her eye as if refusing to face him
“It’s not bad” she finally said and the Human reappeared with
three large bags.
is your morning meal, your afternoon meal and your evening meal.
There are few sweets in there as well”
he asked excited and the Human smiled and nodded. “Yay”
Selan asked not familiar with this word.
a Human word it’s used as a small celebration for when something
happens that they like”
she said “Let’s go see father then”
turned and led the way and Selan watched him go a few paces “Traitor”
she whispered to herself before following.
Emma didn’t have a family for the longest time. She didn’t have anyone to wipe her tears when she cried, or soothe her when she was sick, or hold her when she had a nightmare. Sometimes, in those dark nights, she’d wake up in the early hours of the morning, crying. Her arms would be prickled with goosebumps after nightmares of purple smoke and a sobbing woman with raven hair.
She’d wrap her arms around her and pretend it was her parents who held her. She always managed to get back off to sleep when she imagined that.
As the years went by, she realised that no-one was coming for her. They, her parents, weren’t coming for her. She had to grow up fast and learn to think realistically. And the truth was: no-one would abandon their baby at the side of the road if they loved them, or if they had any intention of coming back.
There wasn’t any magic in the world, except from the magic she made herself. So that’s what she intended to do.
Of course, it wasn’t her parents’ fault they were cursed. She knew that now. She had a loving family and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.
But sometimes she still couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like if Mary Margaret had travelled through the portal with her. Or better yet, they never went through at all. The wish world might have given her a glimpse, but it was all fabricated.
You cursed yourself for believing that Kylo would still be there.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” Kylo said as he walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed but not yet wearing his helmet. He threw you a clean towel, “Shower up. Hux has detected storms on our course back so we’ll need to leave as soon as possible.”
You were still trying to process that fact that Kylo had stayed in your bed all night when you were faced with the realisation that you would have to say goodbye to your family soon. The sorrow you felt on the last occasion still seemed so raw, and yet it was also so long ago.
Kylo saw the frown displayed quite clearly on your face. “I told you, you don’t have to come back—”
“And I told youthat I want to come back,” you said, flashing him a half-hearted smile. But before he could respond, you went into the bathroom.
“Cheer up, Princess, I’m sure Ren will convince the Supreme Leader to have another one of these ‘diplomatic missions’ with your planet in the near future,” Hux teased.
“That’s enough, Hux,” Kylo responded calmly. Almost too calmly. It was as if he was trying particularly hard not to lash out at him at that very moment.
You could sense Kylo’s gaze on you, though you couldn’t be sure with his helmet on. You turned away from both of the men, fixing your stare on the ground of the Command Shuttle.
Saying goodbye to your family hadn’t been as hard as you imagined it would be. It seemed that your training had been useful in helping to contain your emotions in situations like these.
So at this moment, when you had expected yourself to be feeling sad after leaving your family, all you felt was confusion. You were confused at yourself for refusing to accept Kylo’s offer and stay on your home planet. But mostly, you were confused about why Kylo would even offer such a thing.
You finally felt as if you and Kylo were actually making some progress. Ever so slowly, he was beginning to open himself up to you. You sharing your bed last night was evidence of that. Certainly, nothing had actually happened between you two, but it felt like a step in the right direction. Whether this was a friendship blossoming between you two or perhaps something more, you were just thankful that something was happening.
That’s when you felt it. The familiar tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach. The same one that you had felt when you had first met Kylo over a month ago in your palace’s throne room.
You furrowed your brows as you looked over to Kylo, almost certain that it had something to do with him. In that same moment, he also looked to you, as if he too felt the same thing.
Hux’s exclamation snapped you from Kylo’s gaze and you stood up, “What is it?”
“The engine is failing,” Hux told you. The Shuttle dipped as if in response to him and you steadied yourself.
“Why?” Kylo spoke this time, marching towards the cockpit.
The pilot, quite clearly frightened with both the General and the Commander towering over him, managed to stutter a response, “I-I’m n-not sure…It’s p-possible that debris from the storm has become… s-stuck in the e-engine…Sir.”
You made your way towards the cockpit, “Is there anything we can do?”
“I-I’m afraid not, Y/N—”
“Your Highness,” Kylo spat.
You raised an eyebrow and looked to Kylo incredulously. Now really wasn’t the time.
“S-sorry, Your Highness,” the pilot correct himself, “There’s nothing that can be done this far from Starkiller Base. The engine’s functioning capacity is dropping too quickly.”
“I don’t even know where we are,” Hux muttered to himself, “I’m going to die, and I don’t know where we are,” panic was laced in every word he said.
You rolled your eyes, “We are not going to die, General.” You turned back to the pilot, “What is your name?”
He seemed taken aback by your question, but quietly spoke, “James, Your Highness.”
You smiled, “Call me Y/N, I insist.” He nodded slowly.
“Can you make a safe landing anywhere James?” You asked him, pleased that you were able to keep calm despite the very real possibility that Hux was right and you were all about to crash land somewhere.
He studied the radar carefully before pointing to a small dot on the screen, “I can send us into Hyperdrive with just enough power to land safely on this planet—”
“Not there,”Kylo interjected.
“This is not the time to be childish Ren, you can’t pick and choose!” Hux snapped at him.
You sighed, there was obviously a reason behind Kylo’s desire to avoid that planet. “Is there anywhere else?”
“Nowhere,” James responded with absolute certainty.
You looked at Kylo carefully, though the helmet gave nothing away. You turned back to face the radar, “We will all die if he doesn’t land here,” you thought.
There was a momentary pause. “So be it,” you heard Kylo’s voice in your head before he stormed out of the cockpit.
You gave James a quick nod and he sent the Shuttle into Hyperdrive while Hux let out a sigh of relief.
“What happens when we land, James?” You asked him, though you feared you knew the answer.
“We will be stranded there until a First Order starship can retrieve us.”
“How long will that take?”
“It could be hours… or days, possibly longer,” Hux responded absent-mindedly, it appeared as if the panic had once more set in.
You sighed but nodded your head curtly before leaving the cockpit.
You found Kylo pacing quickly, mumbling something under his breath.
“Is everything all right?”
“What do you think?” He responded, letting out a frustrated huff.
You crossed your arms, “I’m only trying to help. You don’t have to snap at me.”
“I don’t need your help, I’m fine.”
“You’re clearly not fine, it sounded as if you would rather die than land on that planet!”
“Death doesn’t scare me.”
“Don’t speak like that, you don’t mean it,” you said through gritted teeth.
“You know nothing of how I feel.”
“Then tell me!” You exclaimed. So much for the two of you making progress.
A few moments passed between you in silence, but when Kylo spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, “The planet we’re going to. It was once one of the most sacred sites of the Jedi Order,” Kylo sighed, “Death doesn’t scare me. But just the thought of losing you to the Light terrifies me.”
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things i need in 2b from malec (* means i’ve said it before)
a quick kiss: it could an hello kiss, a goodbye kiss. anything. just something sweet and simple cause that’s what couples do.
another non shadowhunter activity: could be anything. cooking together, going on another date, going shopping. cleaning stuff out of magnus’s. anything. just stupid domestic couple stuff
*alec venting to magnus: about jace, work, or just in general, and magnus just lets him. like he comes in, all upset and ranting and suddenly a wine glass appears in his hand, and he just rants till he sits down on tge couch and magnus is there and smiles and asks him if he feels better and alec does.
*alec stopping the follow shadowhunters from taking advantage of magnus: magnus acts like he cares about payment, and he may, but only when its not important favor he’s being asked, or if they are just using him for his magic. how many favors did he do for clary, jace, simone, isabelle, the clave? countless. he would do it because he wants to help and protect people. magnus has such huge heart, and it could also be his downfall. i want alec to be there telling magnus “you can be selfish and say no. please say no” cause he doesn’t want magnus getting too drained. (much like when alec was blaming himself for jocelyn’s death. magnus made him take time for himself.)
*cuddles, dates, kisses whatever: anythiing we see couples do. honestly its not that hard.
I’m pretty surprised at how many people are itching for a Wick fic! With the release of the second film, it’s great to see that there’s a little fandom starting to grow. If you haven’t already, I strongly suggest watching the films :)
“Good day, Mr. Wick,” he was always so formal. You could
learn a lesson or two from him. “How may I be of service?”
“I need a room.” His voice was soft and somewhat gruff as he
lightly placed four coins on the desk and slid them forward. Charon pocketed
them without looking up from his papers.
“Very good, sir. Is there anything else?”
He spoke again, but you had zoned out. There was a familiarity
both in his face and his name. Wick. Wick. Where had you heard the last name
Wick before? And when had you seen his face? He certainly looked like the sort
of person who’d frequent the Starbucks you worked at a few years back. A groggy
businessman who’d order a black coffee while fumbling around with work emails
on his phone. But that wasn’t it. He was
a handsome man. He had the sort of face that if you’d seen it, you’d remember
You’d been so busy trying to figure out where you knew him
from, that you didn’t actually notice him approach you.
“You’re new here.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, but
more as an observation as he looked at you carefully. Everyone here was always
looking at you carefully, but his gaze felt deeper than the others’.
“Is it that obvious?”
“I’m the new drycleaner…which, I never knew that hotels had
drycleaners. Or doctors. But then again, this isn’t really like most hotels, is
it? I was supposed to be room service, and I was for a few days, but see I got
this soot stain out of some guy’s shirt and now suddenly I’m up to my ass in
stains all day…” you trailed off and laughed nervously to fill the silence. You
always rambled when you got nervous, and he might have been the most
intimidating man you’d ever met.
“I know. I have something
that I need cleaned, if you can.”
“I can clean anything. What sort of stain is it?”
“I’ll have it sent down,” he replied simply. Everything out
of his mouth was curt, yet sounded so polite.
“Yeah, alright. I’m here. I’m always here, Mr. Wick.” The pleasantries
didn’t flow from your mouth nearly as nicely as they did Charon’s, but practice
“John is fine.”
You smiled has he walked off without bothering to say
goodbye. John. You felt a small tugging in your stomach. You didn’t know how or
why, but you knew for certain that John Wick was going to change your life.