Silent Love// Wilbur X reader

Kit Maverick CHAPTER 1

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Kit Maverick
CHAPTER 1
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Distant cheers and chatter played on loop in the back of my brain as I set my glass down on the stone bar counter. There was a live band. That could've been me. I thought to myself, I spent a worrisome amount of my time through my late teens and early twenties trying to prove I carried meaning. I considered myself to be at the top for a short while before things tumbled down again, but it was fine. I was used to the bottom, right? My band had fucking left me, and I was left with no one, just a depressed 26 year old, skinny british man with a dream, and a glass of whiskey that I was refilling more often than not. Not to mention the loneliness, my own brother Tom had filed for a restraining order almost a year back now, it feels like no one needs me, being attracted to the idea of something like sex or alcohol often painted me a someone who uses. But I don't use. I would never use somebody for that. but then again, I am a flame and a flame cannot exist without oxygen. Pleasure was my oxygen. The food that fed my hunger. The fire is dying out, am I malnourished? I hated my life, easy as that. Maybe I should just leave, get away from all of this, maybe La Jolla? Sure but with what money? The bartender made his way to me looking me up and down in a disappointed manner. I know I'm not drunk, at least not that bad… “Top up?” He sighed, at least he was making money off of my sickness. “Please,” I replied. He took my almost empty glass and restored the liquid to the top, sliding it gently in front of me. “Put his drinks on my tab” a voice spoke from beside me. the bartender nodded at her and walked off. Curious, I turned my head to see. There sat a woman with an elegant presence. She looked to be tall for a woman but then again, she was sitting, with black wavy hair that rested atop her shoulders, a single stool separating us. She may not have been dressed with stereotypical elegance but she looked quite appealing in something as obscure as leather street wear. she took the liberty of looking over at me as I had already done, staring me down quite intimidatingly. “Why?” I asked her. Her eyes felt like daggers, and they pierced my own. “I’ve been wanting to have a chat with you” She took a short sip from her own drink. “About?” I asked again, as my body slowly started to face her. “Well…” She began, hopping up from her seat and taking the stool that had once separated us. “I need a few things from you in return” She was pretty. Stop wilbur! Just have a normal conversation goddammit… “You want something in return for a few petty drinks?” I spoke calmly, trying to hide my confusion. “Well I could give you more if that’s what it takes.” Only knowing her for the 2 minutes that I did, I could tell she was desperate, yet quite strong willed. “What's that catch? What am I doing for you?” She sighed, but hadn’t taken her eyes off me. “I can't explain now, you're going to have to trust me” I scoffed, tipping up my drink. “trust you? I’ve only known you for 3 minutes” She rolled her eyes, frequently tapping her finger on the counter. “Listen, what’s something that you really want, something you need, something you can’t live without?” I knew the answer but I could just tell her, that’d make me crazy. Hesitantly I gave her my answer. “Nothing…” I was transparent, she saw straight through me. “I think we both know that’s a lie” She responded, raising one of her eyebrows. I sighed, not wanting to tell her what would seal the deal. “Listen, I've got this thing…” I began, briefly glancing at her, and she paid close attention. “It's more of an addiction, I can't help myself’ Why am I spilling myself to this woman? “y’know it would make a lot more sense to me if you told me what you're talking about” She lifted her glass to her lips, staring at me. “It’s kinda like a- a sex thing, uhm” I looked over for her reaction, waiting for the wave of disgust. But oddly enough she seemed unfazed. “So you're like every other man in their twenties?” She laughed, looking over at her drink. “No- I-” Why am I telling her this?! I sound like a total creep. “Alright then, I’ll give you what you need, if you help me with what I need” still I was mesmerized at how she hadn’t thought I was crazy, and I think it showed. “Hey, you're still yet to clarify exactly what it is that you need, I mean, how old are you?” I lightly pushed my hair back, resting my elbow on the counter. “I'm 24 and I told you I'll tell you when you accept” I shook my head, “No that’s not how this is gonna work, I’m not accepting until you tell me whatever it is I’m doing for you” Her expression faded as she sighed. She began looking around the room as if there were someone watching. “Alright fine then, my little brother, he’s 9. These people took him because they hate my family, they’re trying to get back at me, and they know I'm trying to find him. Now these people are going to do anything in their power to stop me, but it’ll be harder for them to do that if I have someone on my side” she said quietly. “Why do these people hate you exactly?” I was confused as to how a person who looked to be in their early twenties could get wrapped up in something as elaborate as this. “Irrelevant, now listen, you want sex correct? I'll give you that if; you give me the help I need and a place to stay” I sat thinking for a moment, but my brain was no use. If it wasn’t for the liquor in my system I would have declined. I held my hand out for the woman. “Deal” I said. quickly she grabbed my hand and shook it, she had quite a firm grip. “I’m looking forward to working with you” She spoke confidently with a smirk on her face.
I followed her down into the dark alleyway, as the late night rain spat on my shoulders and cheeks. “Why are we down here?“ I asked, definitely sounding a little annoyed. The air was cold, but it was accompanied by a warm breeze. Neon signs reflected the bright pink and teal lights on the shining wet stone ground of the alleyway. “I already told you, I have some things for you”
We continued walking, The walls between us getting darker with each step. “You got a name?” She asked, stopping for a moment to look back at me. I watched her before introducing myself, “Wilbur Soot,” I told her. “Soot… interesting” She resumed making her way down the alley. “And yourself?” I asked rapidly, rubbing my shoulders and upper arms in the hope of warmth. “Kit, Kit Maverick, But you don’t refer to my last name, got it Soot?” Her short black hair bounced on her shoulders as she walked, rain dripping down the back of her leather jacket. “Speak for yourself,” I muttered. “Alright!” She stopped abruptly turning to face me. “Give me your phone” I looked around for a second hesitantly. “What?” I asked “You heard me, give me your phone”
Great, she's robbing me…
Of course she set me up.
Maybe I was too used to this.
I sighed in defeat, handing my phone to her, unlocked. Quickly she opened my messages and began creating a new contact. “There, that’s my number” She handed it back.
She wasn’t going to take it..?
I stayed silent, still overwhelmed with confusion. “Now, we need to go over some ground rules,” she looked me up and down. I looked pathetic, shivering in my sweater as I looked down at her.
“First off, in the streets I'm in charge, in the bedroom, you're in charge, got it?” I nodded eagerly, waiting for her other wishes. “Secondly, do you know how to handle a gun or do I have to teach you?” She raised her eyebrow up at me. I didn't want to sound weak, but of course I hadn't had experience with guns. “No, I don't…” I said almost guiltily. “Okay then, that’s what we’re doing tomorrow, you don’t get cash out for your work until tomorrow night” She had obvious authority, and I took it upon myself to respect that. “Fine, fine, but why the bloody hell are we in this sketch alley?” She rolled her eyes. “Well I would’ve given you a gun if you knew how to use it, and you have to learn that eyes are everywhere, someone’s always watching even when you least expect it” She really was intimidating, but I liked that about her. “Okay then, where am I staying tonight then Soot?” She asked. “Follow me..” I sighed, turning around to exit the alleyway.
As the two of us walked in silence, either of us occasionally stepped in a shallow puddle. Somehow she seemed unaffected by the brisk cold night air. Kit exhaled causing my head to turn to my left to look over at her. We were passing glowing signs and billboards, tall buildings and businesses as soft specks of rains fell from the sky. “This really is quite bizarre innit?” She commented. Her slang did sound quite different coming from an American accent and I wasn't fully sure on how to respond to her at that moment, a little curious on if she was mocking me. “If I said no I’d be lying…” I answered bluntly, leaving a trail of short silence behind me. “I'm sorry, but I need you” She said in quiet confidence. Her words had taken me by surprise.
She needed me? Someone needed me?
We continued down the slick paved sidewalk until we arrived at the subway station.
“Down here” I ushered her down the stairs, pointing at the railing so she wouldn't slip on the steep wet staircase. Soon enough we had both paid for our place and were entering the dim lit subway car, glowing almost with a green aura. I liked the entire world the subway had brought me, it was unusually comforting, it felt like an entirely new world of my own, and now I was sharing that world with Kit. Part of me felt guilty at sharing what I loved, but something told me she needed this. Then again I wasn't sure whether to listen to what I was telling myself, I'm not sure how many drinks I had drained into myself. Tiredly, I sat down on one of the side seats as Kit followed not far behind.“Northern and Waterloo and City Lines, and National Rail Services” A female electronic voice played on the speakers. We had gotten on just in time, as the tube began to move. Kit readjusted herself on the hard seat, feeling as our arms rested at touch. Both of us were blankly staring forward, the very minimal people on the tube probably thought we were crazy, maybe we are. Would it really be so bad to be insane? This girl was gonna drive me insane that's for sure… maybe not in a bad way though. “Are we sleeping in the same bed?” She asked, her voice sounding a lot more approachable. “Unless you wanna sleep on the floor” I said, quickly smirking. My god, I only met this girl hours ago and she was already sitting on the subway on her way to sleep in my bed. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I felt a warm pressure on the side of my arm, I didn't even turn my head, I could see she was resting on me. She’s confusing… All i wanted was to sleep, I had a pounding headache and i didn’t want to bother Kit. I wasn't fully sure how I was supposed to act around her. I closed my eyes as I softly exhaled. my head hurt so bad, I needed to sleep so desperately. After not long the tube came to a stop and the five people who had actually boarded began sitting themselves up and out. I gently shook Kit, as to get her to wake up. “Come on, we're here” I said quietly. She slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes and looking around, and we didn’t exchange any words as we sat up and walked off of the tube. Me and Kit proceeded up the concrete staircase and quickly to the nearest apartment complex.
I pushed open my door, as I was greeted by warm air. I waited for Kit to walk in first, following after her. She slowly dropped her bag onto my couch. “Where's your room?” She asked, looking back at me. For a moment I forgot exactly where my room was, as she stared at me. “Uhm- uh down there” I stuttered pointing down the small hallway to the right. I watched as she entered my room. I was hungry, but too tired to make anything. I sighed, walking over to my refrigerator, quickly glancing into my room. There stood Kit with her back turned, in only underwear and a bra. I averted my gaze quite quickly feeling as if I'd violated her.
She probably thinks I'm a creep already…
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge praying it would subside the hunger, still nervous about when I would be able to enter my own room. I leaned against the counter chugging almost half the whole bottle. I felt my old floorboards creaking as Kit peaked over my bedroom door. I looked over, feeling as my eyes quickly widened. yes, she was still in her black under garments and somehow was unfazed. “Quit it with the wide eyes and stop being a slowpoke”
I rapidly wiped my face with my hands, in an attempt to stop my face from going red. I took a deep breath, finally building the confidence to walk in. Kit slowly sat herself on my bed, as I flicked the lights off. I circled the bed, quickly taking my shirt off, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. I let myself fall back onto the old mattress, lightly covering myself with one of the only blankets I owned. I felt my tense body try its best to relax. I weakly looked over at Kit, who had her back turned and was probably already sleeping. She was pretty. I felt nauseous from all the drinking, but that happened more often than not. I was falling asleep anyways, so if my body needed to act on it I wouldn't be conscious. No matter how sleep deprived I may be, my mind still raced with some of the things I would have to do tomorrow. Shoot a gun..? I was afraid, but I think my drunk self hid that pretty well. My eyes were feeling heavy, and my muscles felt weaker and weaker by the second.