Phasma with female reader; topic: caring for wounds
[Word count: 527; Phasma x F!RC; passive mentions of blood/injuries; sexual tension]
The light sting on your lip neither worsened nor lessened as you swiped your tongue along the scrape that had formed in the wake of an enemy’s blow. You had dealt with the individual since then along with many of their comrades. By the end of the day, fortune had favored the First Order, although this had not come as much of a surprise to you or any of your allies. Transport shuttles were loading up the troops, lifting away to return to the Star Destroyers that loomed above the planet. You tilted back your head while considering the vessel that you would soon return to. Your gaze snapped back down as a hand applied more pressure to the wound on your thigh.
Wincing, you felt heat creeping into your body as you traced the visor of the helmet with your gaze. You were one of the few individuals intimately familiar with the woman underneath the chrome armor worn by Captain Phasma. Due to this, you easily imagined her blue eyes narrowing at the sight of your injury. The gloved pads of her fingers once more applied pressure, which caused blood to trickle past the opening. You were not mortally injured, although there would likely be a scar if you did not get hold of bacta soon. “You let him get too close.” Phasma pressed the heel of her hand inches above the wound. Your muscle jumped at the contact, pain jolting through you--yet your mind was on the other sort of heat that coursed through your body, the one that was making your heart hammer in your chest. “Don’t move.”
You nodded, not quite trusting yourself to speak. Captain Phasma removed her hand from your thigh and dipped the limb into a pouch that she kept on her hip; it had been partially concealed by her cloak, which rippled at the breeze that rustled your hair. She unscrewed the lid from the container that she withdrew, dipped her fingers into the bacta ointment, and leaned in while whispering for you to push aside your clothing. Without hesitation, accustomed to following her orders on and off the battlefield--in several settings--you widened the hole that surrounded the wound. Your reward was her finger dancing along your bare thigh. Ah, but you wished that she hadn’t been wearing gloves. You closed your eyes and bit the insides of your cheeks to keep from moaning aloud. No need to draw any unwanted attention--or more, because surely someone was looking. It was Captain Phasma, who could keep their eyes off of her?
“It is unwise to neglect to bring a medkit.” You had brought one, however you had given it to another injured party. This was nothing you would tell her, not unless you wanted her to scold you. She put her own survival first, and yet she did prioritize yours as well.
“It won’t happen again,” you said, eyelashes fluttering. Phasma ghosted two fingers upwards, further into your pants. You felt yourself clench. Clearing your throat, you licked your lips and continued, “Ma’am.” She would have more to say to you, you knew, when the two of you were alone.
Request: Can I request a post Last Jedi Captain Phasma x Jedi!reader imagine where the reader finds Phasma and saves her bringing her the new resistance base to heal her. Eventually Phasma begins to trust the reader opening up as they fall for each other with the trio being very supportive. She fully joins the resistance becoming a captain once again but fighting alongside her Jedi S/O? By anon
Words: 1,672
A/N: I'm only half proud of this, the request was truly awesome and I feel like I couldn't make it justice, also sorry for the delay. Anyways, I hope you like it!
The explosion came outta nowhere, it hitted the dreadnought stronger than any blaster could have, sending you straight to the floor for Maker knows how long.
When you finally recovered consciousness you found yourself surrounded by debris and flames. This plan just had became more complicated than expected, first you got separated from Finn and Rose, now this.
You had to leave the ship as soon as possible before it turned into a giant mess of metal pieces. Before it was too late.
Looking around you saw a few broken TIE-fighters that wouldn’t help you much so you kept looking, walking towards the other side of the big now destroyed angar and finally you spotted a transborder.
A few meters away from the ship you heard someone softly groaning in pain, fearing it would be one of your friends you decided to take a look into the pile of debris. The closer you were the more clear you heard the pain in her voice while a bunch of curses left her mouth, the closer you got you realized you didn’t know whose voice was it but it was the voice of a woman slightly modulated voice.
Then you saw her shiny armor, a chromium stormtrooper armor you recognized in an instant which made you ignite your lightsaber just in case, its green light illuminating the broken visor of her face that allowed to see a small fraction of her face. Captain Phasma.
“Oh, it’s just you.” you murmured looking down at her struggling to even move. “Where are my friends?” you asked, she didn't answer. "Tell me!"
"I don't know!" She groaned. You observed her for a moment, she seemed to be telling the truth and you couldn't sense your friends so you assumed they left the ship, you hoped they did.
Turning off your lightsaber you started to walk away the big pile of ruins letting the big woman behind you.
"Wait! The whole ship's going to blow up." You heard Phasma barely screaming "You can't leave me here!"
You stopped looking over your shoulder to find her deep blue eye begging you to help her.
"Please, don’t leave me here." She pleaded, you met her gaze for a moment and even though you could barely see her face her eye expressed pure honesty and you couldn't help but feel compassion for her, it was on your nature and in your training as a Jedi to have compassion for all living beings, even for those who you called enemies. “Please” she murmured.
You sighed before turning back to Phasma. “Don’t make me regret this” you cautioned already moving some big pieces of metal that kept her trapped. Then you helped her get up, she seemed weak and heavily injured though you wasn’t sure how much, but that heavy armor saved her from the big fall.
With all your strength you walked with the Captain of the stormtroopers by your side, her tall figure leaned on you body, she was barely able to walk but had the determination of a survivor and even though she was cursing and groaning in pain she never stopped until you reached the ship, where she finally felt uncusion, exhausted and weak.
You piloted the ship, heading to the new Resistance base.
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“You brought her here!?” Phasma heard a few voices in the distance as she slowly recovered consciousness. They seemed distant and somehow familiar but she was too asleep to recognized them.
“What you wanted me to do? Leave her there to die?” you added calmly leaning in the wall outside the infirmary.
“Yes, yes exactly that.” Finn said, he was absolutely not happy to have Phasma in the Resistance base “She deserves it. You have an idea of the cruel things she’ve done. She’s the stormtrooper.”
“And so you were, Finn.” you told him “But we let you join us because you realized you were in the wrong side, so she can. You more than anyone should know people can change for good.”
“Not her.” he shook his head “You don’t know her, Phasma is a lost cause and I’m sure she will call the First Order if you give her a chance.”
“She can be useful” Rey added disconcerting the boys.
You turned to see the only one in the small group that was still quiet, meeting her gaze you knew she had an idea.
“We need to be ahead of them, if someone knows the next move of the First Order it’s Phasma.” Rey continued. Finn seemed annoyed, not satisfied with the words of his friend. “Tell me I’m wrong.” she told him.
He sighed. “You’re right, Rey. Even though I don’t like it… she could be useful.”
"I have a bad feeling about this" Finn said.
Meanwhile they kept arguing for a little longer about what would happen to Phasma, the Captain recovered completely her consciousness and finally recognized the voices outside the unfamiliar place.
‘FN-2187… and the jedi’ she thought and it was confirmed when you walked into the room.
“I see you’re already healing” you said watching the Captain scanning the room with her blue stare. “You were lucky you had that armor on, it protected you well. Just a few injuries but you’ll be fine.”
Phasma’s eyes travel from the room to her body, defenseless without her chromium armor, weak and injured and then she met your gaze from the first time since she was here and she found serenity in your eyes.
“Why am I here and not in a cell?” were her first words.
“Because you have to heal” you told her “And because we don’t have a cell” you joked but she didn’t laugh.
“If your plan is get information from me you can forget it.” she said immediately after you figuring out the fraction of the conversation she heard. “I won’t tell you anything, Jedi.”
“Don’t call me that, I have a name” you told her. “I’m Y/N, and we’ll see. I have a feeling you’re gonna like it here”.
Phasma growled in response, shifting uncomfortably in the very small mattress.
It took some time for her to get used to being there, it took her even longer to learn how to trust in you. At the beginning she was angry, very angry, threatening you how she would destroy not only you but the whole Resistance. You tried to be patient with her, you knew she only needed time and so time you gave her.
As her wounds were slowly healing you were there every day to make sure they were healing well, nobody had ever cared for her injuries before, it the First Order everything was different, cold, lonely and Phasma learned that it was better to be on her own. The Resistance on the other hand they treated each other like a family, she observed the way you and your friends were always looking up for one another, she had never had something like that and yet there you were sitting on the floor next to her, it made her feel a strange warm sensation growing inside her, maybe she did wanted to be there.
Phasma never realized when or why she fell for you, maybe it was for the way your presence calmed her down or that she could speak freely with you, she trusted you enough to mentined her past in the hostile planet Parnassos and you told her about your early training back in Luke’s temple. And you couldn’t help but tell her how much damage the First Order had done in your life as well as in many others. It made her feel regret for the first time in a very long time.
You enjoyed being around the tall woman, loved to see her blue eyes and you thanked they weren’t hide behind a helmet anymore. The imposing Captain of the stormtroopers turned out to be a fragile woman without her armor, another hurted human that learned to push away everyone to protect herself from that cruel world… everyone but you. You sensed the force around her every day less full of anger, softer, calmer.
Though your friends weren’t sure about her at first when they saw you laughing with her they changed their mind. Everyone deserved at least a chance to try again, Poe knew sometimes you do bad things but can always find the right path again, Rey trusted in the small light inside Phasma that grew brighter when she was with you. Finn accepted she could change, just like you said she would.
And then one day Phasma decided she wanted to help others and not just herself, she wanted to fight for those who couldn’t, she wanted to fight for you.
“I’ve been thinking.” she told you once you were walking around the new base, still in construction. “what now that I’m completely healed?”
“Well, we still don’t have a cell so that’s not option” you joked owning a small chuckle from her as a delicate smile curved her lips, then she stopped giving you a more serious look.
“I want to join the rebellion” she said and it really took you by surprise.
“You what?” you asked confused but filled with a sudden happiness, staring at her hopefully.
“I want to join your stupid rebellion” she said in a careless tone “Why’re you looking me like that, Y/N? To survive you have to follow the strongest side, the side that’s going to win at the end.” she told you. “This has nothing to do with you”
It did, it was the reason she decided to fight, she didn’t need to tell you for you to know that she was fighting for you. You looked at her for a moment, appreciating the way her golden hair fell over her face, her delicate features, her lovely gaze. You would fight for her too.
“Then welcome to the Resistance” you said “Captain Phasma, Leader of the rebel army.”
Phasma + “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more– shut up.”
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You never remembered Starkiller being this cold. Even when you were assigned to patrol the outside of the base it never seemed to be this frigid. Of course it was only a temporary discomfort, given that this was a short intel mission. All you had to do was take the records from this rumored Resistance base back to the Supremacy and then you’d be home free.
The only thing making bear this mission and the conditions was your captain in charge. Phasma.
She had been your captain for what felt like years. There had been so many in charge of your squadron but none of them, at least in your opinion, measured up to Phasma. She was cunning, precise and otherwise cold blooded. Her work and technique were flawless. You didn’t just respect her, you admired her.
And now it found you behind her on this foreign terrain. Treading cautiously behind her with careful breaths and a tight grip on your blaster.
“Only a little further till we’re in range.”
You nodded in response, “Copy.”
Three steps were taken forward, your mind already going through the procedures you had to enact the moment you gained access. What you had to look for, what you should open, holos that you should crack the codes to first. Everything had an order and a reason.
Just as you were about to run through it once more, you froze. The sound of multiple footsteps suddenly brought you and Phasma to a halt. While you froze solid like a statue it seemed as though Phasma hit a snag abruptly.
Just as she was about to stand firm, mirroring your own posture, her chrome boot caught in something beneath the new snowy terrain. With your eyes widening, fully aware of the other presence that might hear her armor crash against the ground, you sprung forward. With a quick hand and firm grip you wrapped your hand around her armor, gripping tightly to the fold in her elbow. Given how heavy she was in the armor you weren’t certain you would stop her from creating a rather loud clanking noise, but it was worth the shot. If anything she would give you credit no matter the outcome.
To your relief your grip was just enough. With the slightest grunt of exertion escaping from her mask, her fully armored self stopped abruptly just inches from the ground as she braced herself and tugged on your grip of support. Almost instantly you sighed in relief.
After a quick moment Phasma nudged her helmet towards you, signaling that she wanted to stand. Or more so, get your assistance so no noise came from your otherwise concealed vantage point. You gave a nod back in response before using your strength to lift her back to her full height. Unfortunately due to the over exertion of your effort she did more than just stand to her full height.
Still linked to your arm, Phasma abruptly flew up to her full height and straight against your chest. Against any other judgment except keeping her off of the ground and keeping you both concealed you pulled your other arm around her. Had you not been trying to brace her weight against your own on a slippery snow scape it would likely look like you were embracing each other to any other passerby.
The air suddenly seemed to grow warm, or perhaps that was just you? You couldn’t quite tell. Frankly you were afraid to find out as well considering that your captain was staring directly at you mere inches away from your face, mask or not.
You stuttered, “I’m uh-I’m-”
Phasma’s gloved hand suddenly flew up between you as she placed one finger up, “I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more– shut up.“
Your brows furrowed for a moment, “You crave my affection?”
Your tone was so quiet you weren’t even sure if you had said it aloud. From Phasma’s next move though, you got your answer.
Without breaking eye contact with you she used her other hand to blast a shot up and at a 120 degree angle from the both of you. Just as you were about to question her motives you took quick notice of the Resistance fighters body plummeting down to the snow almost as quickly as the flakes from the sky.
“This is not really the place to discuss that.”
You nodded quickly as you broke away from her getting your blaster ready, “Agreed.”
It would be really hard to notice. She keeps an eye on you but she doesn’t try to get closer or make contact with you. She might make some comment from time to time, but keeps it very professional.
The first time you realize is probably when you get in trouble and she helps you. You would never forget the silver, tall figure, raising between the flames to take you out of there.
Since that day, she saves a few hours a week to train with you. She tries to not be obvious but she can’t help being softer with you than with her soldiers, which is nice, because she has an intimidating presence.
The first time you see her without the helmet, she has to contain herself from quickly putting it on again, not being used to anyone seeing her like that, and especially you. She feels naked at first, but after a few seconds, she realizes she actually feels safe being vulnerable around you.
The whole physical thing is a bit strange for her and even though she doesn’t really externalizes it, she feels blessed each time she gets a hug or a kiss from you and probably sees you as an angel.
She never tells you what her missions consist of. She had never worried about what anyone thought about her, but deep inside she’s a bit afraid it will push you away.
Summary: You’re finally seeing the Knights of Ren live, the concert itself is everything that you could wish for, and more.
Warnings: alcohol, nipple piercings?
A/N: Highkey I’ve been writing this for over two weeks and I told @kylo-renne that I would post this like, last Thursday yet here we are a week later finally posting the first half of this. Lmao, but thanks babe for putting up with my sporadic writing <3
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The bass blared into your ears, the screams of the people around you piercing through your euphoric moment of enjoying one of your favorite songs. The sweat – yours mixed with others dripped down your skin, your clothes clinging to the liquid.
Your hand was holding a red cup, the dark red liquid inside sloshing against the sides of the cup as your body moved in sync with the people around you. Your hips swayed in tune to the beat coming from the speakers on the stage, your head tilted back as you closed your eyes, hair hitting your bare shoulders with each move you made.
You felt someone press against you from behind, and you kept your movements the same, not letting anyone disrupt your moment. You tilted your head to the side, glancing the blonde man that rested his head on your shoulder before taking his hand that rested on your hip into yours, lifting it up so his arm was arched above you as you spun under it, giving him a closed lip smile as you looked at him from hooded eyes.
You give him a slow wink before ducking under another person’s flailing arms to slide closer to the stage. Your open hand reached down to pull your shorts out of their position they had around your thighs after riding up with your dancing. Your fingers grab a hold of your shirt, pulling it away from your skin, a blast of cold air hitting your skin as you waved the shirt against your torso to allow it to dry slightly.
Your eyeline comes up from your shirt to the floor of the stage, following the mass amount of wires that have been taped down with black and grey electrical tapes in a neat manner. The chords were the only organized thing on the stage, the five beings that were walking back and forth were anything but.
The Knights Of Ren.
They were the most known band on the rock scene right now, not quite mainstream, but the moment anyone heard their name, they immediately had an opinion of the band. Whether it was a rant about how they had loved the band before they became popular, or it was how much they were overrated, or how they were the best band they’ve ever heard, or, in most cases as of recently, how attractive x band member is.
Phasma, her blonde hair pulled back into a sloppy little ponytail, her biceps straining with the pressure of each hit to the drums in front of her. There was black eyeliner streaming down her sweat slicked face, her lips tilted up in a grin as she mouthed the words to the song. Her body was covered in a black muscle shirt, and even in the faint lighting of the strobe lights, you could see the sweat stains that had formed under her tattoo-covered arms. You could barely glimpse the black jean cut offs and her tattered grey converse from behind the drum set, but even still, you could admire the tap of her left foot, the multi coloured tattoos shining under the lights.
To the left of the stage in front of you was Drew, his cropped purple hair shining and clumping with the gel he had put into it. His arms were covered in a black paint that was beginning to melt off of him. His body clad in a simple black knee length overalls set, one shoulder hanging down his chest undone, revealing his chest tattoo and a nipple piercing. You watched as he stepped closer to the edge of the stage, hopping onto a small platform that was set up beside a speaker. You caught his eye as he leaned down and gave you a wink while his fingers plucked at the four strings on the bass he held.
Beside him, was Alex – the twin of Drew. Much the same except for the black mullet he supported on top of his head. He had tattoos trailing up his neck and a piercing on his eyebrow. He was much larger than Drew, muscles bulging as he lifted his guitar above his head, tilting his head back and sticking his forked tongue out of his mouth. He had no shirt on, and his tight abs were accentuated by the sweat and water that dripped off of him.
The other two were on the other side of the stage, but you were near the middle and could see them perfectly as your head tilted back, finishing the last of your alcohol, letting the cup fall to the floor beside you the moment it was empty.
You held the liquid in your mouth for a moment before swallowing, no longer phased by the sting of it trailing down your throat. Your eyes trailed over to the last two members of the band. Zandra, an ethereal beauty with dark skin and long hair. Her lips painted a shiny gold to match her combat boots and designs she painted on her hands. Her hips swayed as she sang into the microphone in front of her, the skirt she wore twirling around her thick thighs.
Her high voice blended with Kylo’s baritone rasp. Kylo – the reason the band had gained so much traction recently. His dark eyes captivated anyone who looked at him, pulled them in until he had them under his control. His plush lips that curled up into a smirk as he sang. He stood on a platform, his height of six foot five inches accentuated with his wide, muscular frame.
As a solo came from Zandra’s guitar, he stuck his tongue ring between his teeth as he grinned, reaching up to adjust the black septum hoop in his nose before trailing a finger through the dripping eyeliner, dragging it down his face to extend the black line.
He jumped down from the platform, releasing a long, low octave growl into his microphone. He knelt down, reaching out to the audience with his gloved hand. You watched in awe as his damp hair fell into his brooding eyes. Your eyes trailed down his shirtless body, his tight jeans falling low on his hips in his position. There was a glint of metal around his waist, and it wasn’t until he stood up once more that you saw a long chain wrapped around in his belt loops, two handcuffs hitting each of his thighs as he leaned forward.
He pulled the microphone away from his lips, curling his arms against his chest as Phasma began to hit the bass drum harder than before, the trail of the guitars fading as the crowd released a loud unanimous scream.
Kylo stomped his right foot hard onto the stage, bringing the microphone back up for a few moments to let out a loud, raspy scream before dropping the object onto the floor. Phasma’s hits became louder and louder, and Kylo began to nod his head along perfectly to each hit she gave, his hair following his movements drastically in long swishes. Falling in front of his face to obscure it each time before he moved his body back once more, his back arching as his hair fell behind him once more.
You couldn’t help but sway your hips once more, your movements timed to the beat you knew so well. Your hair hit your shoulders each time you nodded your head, the balls of your feet supporting your weight as you bounced onto them.
From beside you, you heard someone scream that they loved Kylo. The high pitched announcement reached his ears and he looked down into the crowd, seeing your dance, your hair bouncing and swaying around your face. He releases a sly grin, and you don’t catch the look he gives you as his eyes find the swell of your breasts that was showing off more as your shirt fell off one of your shoulders. The sweat soaked fabric clinging to your skin, and he sees the soft outline of two nipple piercings.
The final sound of drums fades from your ears, and you release a laugh and a yell with the rest of the crowd. Kylo bends down, grabbing the microphone he had dropped. He brings it close to his lips.
“Now.” He purrs into the mic, his voice echoing out of the speakers and monitors. “We can’t play for you much longer.”
A loud protest comes from the people around you.
“I’d love to stay here forever with you.” He chuckles “But we’d get arrested for trespassing and reckless behaviour – and our manager says we can’t get arrested again.”
You let out a laugh, smiling up at the man who stood above you. You vaguely remembered Kylo and Alex getting arrested a few months ago for damaging a venue when they tried to kick the band out before their set was over.
“Now this last song-“ He laughs at the cries of protest that he’s drowned in. “This, is one you all know. You know I wrote this with my girlfriend for the new album.”
You nod, hearing the small beginnings of Alex’s bass, Drew and Zandra joining in with a low pitched string of notes. Phasma begins a quiet thud of the bass, her stick hitting the snares gently in a rolling pace.
“Lysandra is off singing a duet with someone else.” Kylo says into the mic that he places into the stand. “So I’m going to need you to sing her parts for me.”
The crowd releases it’s excitement, the groupies knowing immediately that Kylo was once more on the market. Zandra’s acoustic guitar faded and Drew picked up on the notes that followed as she set the guitar down and grabbed the double necked electric that she cherished.
Kylo nods his head, holding the microphone between both of his large hands. “Come with me to the other side – leave the pain of this world behind.”
Your body sways once more, watching as Kylo leaned forward, cupping a hand around his ear.
“For whatever you decide – you’re wrong – I’ll be your bonfire.” The crowd sang back to him, and you see his lips tilt up into a rare, genuine smile.
Kylo lets out a growl, grabbing the mic from the stand and jumps onto the platform, jumping in a circle as the beat suddenly picked up. Zandra and Alex banging their heads along with the drums behind them as their fingers slid up and down the necks of their guitars, fingers plucking at the strings.
The words are repeated once more, Kylo singing with the mic pointed towards the crowd. You gladly sang along, your voice melding with those around you. Even without the mic, you could hear Kylo’s voice clearly above the rest.
You let out a yelp as Kylo jumped from the platform, clearing the rest of the stage and landing between the stage and barrier – right in front of you. His eyes rake down your body, your thighs bare to his gaze. He gives you a smirk before turning left, his hand grabbing some of those that reached for him, leaning into some of the girls as he gave them false hope of wanting them.
He walked back and forth twice, his voice loud in your ears each time he passed you. “I can see my grin in the reflection of the blade and feel confidence -And joy 'cause the decision now is made” When he tilted the mic to the crowd, he stopped in front of you, his arm reaching past the barrier to snake around your waist, pinning you to the cold metal of the fence. “The steel is cold and brings a stream over my skin, open up this Empty shell and free the icebound soul within” he sings hoarsely to you, staring down at your small frame in his arm. “Why don't you” you say back to him, voice no longer in tune as you spoke the following words of the bridge to him.
“Come with me to the other side.” He sings back. “Leave the pain of this world behind.”
Your body is frozen as he leans towards you, saying the last few words of the chorus before the band took over for their solos, his body hunched awkwardly to place his face at the same level as yours. “I’m going to kiss you now.” He mummers, seeing your shocked nod before he leans in – his nose hits your cheek as he tilts his head.
His lips are soft, although a bit chapped against yours. Kylo’s lips move against yours, opening your mouth to slide his tongue against your teeth. You can taste the lemon flavoured lozenge he had sucked on throughout the show, and the sweat that had gathered around his mouth was salty against your taste buds.
Your soft moan is music to his ears, and he’d be grateful if that were the only sound he would ever be able to hear again. You hear his chuckle as he pulls your lip between his teeth, he releases it as he stands to his full height, a small mewl leaving your throat from the loss of contact.
It’s only a moment later that a blush takes over your cheeks at the realization of what had occurred. The people around you were screaming, begging for a chance to kiss Kylo Ren. He gives you a wink before setting the mic on the stage, bracing his hands against the platform before hopping back on with an easy adjustment of his weight.
His voice fills your ears once more, finishing the last few verses of the song as you continue to dance in the small space you had claimed for yourself.
When the final notes of the song played their course and faded into the speakers, you closed your eyes for a moment, basking once more in the atmosphere of the concert high.
Your eyes open once more, and the swell of people around you began to dwindle as Kylo said thank you to the crowd. You smile, bending to pick up the cup you had dropped to the floor. You turn away from the stage once the cup was in your hand, and you move with the crowd towards the only exit.
The cold air of the late spring night hits your skin, causing you to shiver when there was no one left around you. Everyone who was leaving the venue was dispersing in different directions, though most were heading towards the train station a few blocks away.
You head into the small alley beside the venue, finding the dumpster and tossing your cup into it.
“Model citizen, aren’t you?” A voice comes from behind you.
You turn, brows furrowed as you catch the bright orange tip of a cigarette. “I don’t want to just leave my trash around.” You reply, following the pale fingers up the man’s arm to his bare neck and face.
“Shouldn’t you be heading home?” He asks, and you hear him take a long drag of the cigarette.
“I’m about to.” You say, beginning to turn back to the street.
“Why don’t you stay?” He asks.
“I have things to do.” You mutter, beginning to walk back to the well lit street.
“Stay.” He insists. “I can let you in to see the band.”
“I don’t want to see the band.” You snap, your shoes echoing loudly off the brick walls.
“That hurts.” A second voice laughs, the deep voice surrounding you like a warm blanket. You glance over, seeing a metal door being held open by Kylo Ren himself.
